A Writing Lesson'Do you love me?' She asked, fluttering her long eyelashes....A Writing Lesson by Peghan
The teacher slammed his fist down on the table, 'No! That will not do, it's too cliché, too teenage. It won't grab my attention and it won't catch anyone else's.'
'Fine,' He picked up a pen, scratched out his first sentence, and wrote something else, 'That better?'
'Do you hate me?' She asked, fluttering her long eyelashes...
'Much better,' nodded the teacher, 'But how are you going to follow that?'
The student looked up at his teacher, sarcasm scratched into his expression, 'How about with 'Yes'?'
Rolling his eyes, Sir snorted, 'Am I wasted on you Thompson? Am I really? You need to follow with something fabulous, original, and unexpected,' He exhaled loudly, 'Not predictable drivel.'
'Okey-dokey,' and he picked up his pen again.
'Do you hate me?' She asked, fluttering her long eyelashes.
He turned slowly, and sm
The Body's Play 'I exist, I am Atlas, I exist, I am Atlas,' Sighs the old man's heart, as she pushes his heavy blood through his arteries and down his veins, 'I exist, I am Atlas.' If she stopped pushing, he would die.The Body's Play by Peghan
'We protect, we are strong, we protect, we are strong,' Growl his aged skin cells, tied in unison, 'We protect, we are strong.' If they stopped holding, he would disintegrate.
'I am weak, but I'm still here, I am weak, but I'm still here,' Cries the muscle through the noise of the body's song, 'I am weak, but I'm still here.' He is old and stringy now, but once he'd been strong enough to propel the body through the sea and run along the sandy shore.
Another part of the man's body was also reminiscing about the beach, 'We remember, but we cannot feel,' Mutter the feet, 'Now we are enclosed in leather, and might as well be dead.' But if they were dead, the old man would be crippled.
'We breathe, we sing, we remember, we bre
The Young Writer's DilemmaThe air was nervous in her lungs, and she could barely exhale, 'Can you?'The Young Writer's Dilemma by Peghan
Can you? Can you? It echoed up her throat, pinching her lips.
Shaking her head, the other said, 'Can you?'
Could she? Could she do it again? Reach into her own soul and open the chasm? Could she pour it all out again, an inky torrent of feeling? Could she allow her hands to be so brave as to tell the story her mouth could not?
'I'm not sure...' And, as she spoke them, she wrote the words down. Just in case she could.
'Why don't you try?' Asked the other, gently.
Why was a good question. Gazing at her polka-dot pyjamas she considered it. Why? What was to stop her trying? Her pride, her fear? Why shouldn't she at least try?
Smiling, she turned away from the reflection in the mirror, and picked up the pen. Maybe she could try again, just for a little bit. After all, she might create a dream, and all dreams are beautiful.
What if...[What if] s[he'd been] telling [the] truth?What if... by Peghan
Then what does that make you? Utter [demon ? ]s of the human race, [a pointed] gun, a smiling [face.] [A] whispered [li]e in many e[ar]s, a rumour bound to span [for years.]
Down t[he] corridors and up the ['s]tairs, [a cold]-war school where no one cares. [Fear]s of getting teased in town, [behind every smile] hides [a] dark frown. I used to think that we were [friend]s, a summer [full of] bright weekends. But that pointed gun, that smiling face, [destroyed] your [soul], your heart, your face.
A face, a soul, a [trust] of lace.
But what [is] the point of making these black inky tears rhyme? They are [lost], lost [in] old summer ti[me.]
|It has writing in it >.< |
Stating the obvious is bloody good fun
|Hey, I know it's a bit of an ask as I'm not the most popular Deviant, but I thought it would be nice to see what it would be like to have some points of whatever Mebbe one day I could have a membership thing |
I'll think of rewards later, or - if you do donate - drop me a message or a note asking what you think would be a decent reward thingy I'm happy to give llamas, fave stuff (as long as it isn't too indecent), Watch or even do a written commision (cos I can't draw )
I don't know if anyone still watches this account, I've been pretty ploughed under with school work for the last year because I took five a-Levels D:
Anyway, I'm going to try and be more back now, I think Or try to, because school is school and stuff. Plus I seem to have been abducted by a local museum, we're doing a film and stuff so I'm writing script and museum miscellanea too
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That's pretty much the last year summed up