Farewell

Dear readers,
I am sorry to say that my creative writing block has been cancelled. I will no longer have access to my blog. I might get a new one, and if I do, I will have an account named something along the lines of Green Girl 121. I probably will not though. For all the stories I did not finish, finish them in your mind. Use the imagination to finish all of them on your own. This is really hard for me, to say goodbye. I hope my very very few readers find someone else better to read, since I'm definitely not good at writing. Try Dreamer 16. This anonymous writer is talented and writes things that I like to read, and are kind of like mine. Just much more in detail. This poem below is for all of you readers who have read this thoroughly.

saying goodbye always hurts
the most is when
you might never see something again,
but when you think,
that you can create,
and save the things you love the most,
do this faithfully,
love the life you are leading,
take control,
live to the fullest,
but never forget,
the works of art,
that shaped your past.

I love the few readers who have been reading my blog, and thank you for a wonderful experience, whether you commented or not. And again, try Dreamer 16, that writer is really really good.

Music

beads of rhythm
notes
soaring, flying
up above my head
making music, sound
around me
like a blanket
smothering the cold
harsh
winter away
like bees
buzzing around nectar
to make honey
and protecting it
like flowers
looking as pretty as ever
on the first day of spring
poking up from the cold,
hard
ground
maybe from a layer of snow
a symbol of hope
Going on forever
in heads around
even after the sound is gone.

Carnival Adventure

With short sentences:

Walking. Mommy behind. Around the fair. Rides all around. Ferris Wheel. Getting on. Flying up. Stuck. At the top of the world. Whirling down again. Fast. Letting more people on. Rides over. Get off. Want to get back on. Whines. “Mommy.” “Back on please.” Sugary voice. Thick with want. “No.” “Not now.” The unhappy response. Something is bothering. Watching the Ferris Wheel. Little bit longer. Stops one more time. People get off. Mom. Starts to walk off. Spies someone. Man clicks in mind. “Look.” “Daddy.” Mommy. Starts to walk. More Quickly. Pulls on arm. Tries to drag. Salty oceans. Come out. Eyes hurting. Pain is a foe. Strength weakens. Loses tug-of-war. Is dragged off. “Daddy.” Whispered. Looks one last time. Man is lost in to the crowd. Gunshot. Man falls over. Worried look. Pulls. “Mommy.” Whispered. Then one more time. Louder. Eyes spill with hate. Shakes off arm. Runs into the crowd.

With long sentences:

Walking around the fair with my mommy behind me, something was bothering her, but I had no clue as to what. There were rides surrounding me. I had never been too a fair or any kind of carnival before, I was always to little. “Ferris Wheel, lets go on, now!” I cry, this would be the best moment of my life, I had heard a lot about them but never had I gone on one before. Excited, I pulled my mothers arm to get on. Daddy had always wanted to go to carnivals with me, but Mommy said no. Now that I was old enough, I could go, but Daddy wasn’t there. Daddy couldn’t stay at our house anymore. I didn’t understand. We got on the Ferris Wheel and as soon as we got to the top, we were stuck. Then spinning down again, letting more and more people on. I wanted to get back on but Mommy wouldn’t let me, we stayed to watch the wheel go around one more time. Mommy starts to walk off, but I see someone, I see Daddy. I want to go see him. Mommy doesn’t understand, so she keeps on walking. I start to cry, salty oceans pour out of my eyes. Mommy won’t come. I lose strength and can’t go on. Mommy wins our tug-of-war match with her arm. Daddy walks in to the crowd, and I lose sight of him, but I see a bad man, and I want to warn Daddy. I am too late, I hear a gunshot. Daddy falls over and I tell Mommy again, but again, she doesn’t listen. I try to run to Daddy, but Mommy catches my shoulder, my eyes are spilling over with tears, and I shake off her arm and run into the crowd.

The J Trio (4)

“You will learn sometime, young one. When you are ready.” They said. Joan and Jack had not noticed that we were lost.
“Ummm…. I think I’ll leave now, if that’s okay.” I said, backing away slowly. I grabbed the shoulder of Joan, but I just felt air. I turned around. Instead of Joan and Jack, there were two crimson beasts standing right in front of me. They looked down at themselves.
“We were right Han.” The old woman said.
“I always am.” Joan and Jack, or the crimson beasts looked at themselves. They couldn’t figure out what happened and where they were.
“Joan, Jack.” I addressed them. “We got lost, and you two turned into beasts.” They looked a little less confused after that. Next, the older people addressed me, that was after I told Joan and Jack what was going on.
“Little one,” The older woman said. I looked down at my tiny body and gave an ashamed smile. “I am Nguyet, the man is Han.” I smiled and bowed. I don’t know why, but I thought it was the right thing to do. “See, I told you that I was right, Han.” Nguyet said. “It’s hard to say this, but you are an element.” She said, addressing me again.
“An element? How can I be that?” I said.
“Well, I said this was hard to say this. You are not and element so to speak, but the human form of one. Someone who can find power in the element and control the element. This can be used for evil, but I sense that you would not do that, even for your life.” There Nguyet was right, about the evil thing. She was either off her rocker completely, or telling a very strange truth. I guessed the second one. Han continued her speech.
“Behind you are two fire demons. Very common and easy to defeat. They melt the ice, but water dissolves them.” He said. Turning around to face me better.