Billy :Interactive Story Time Test: Once upon a time there was a piece of chalk! It was colorful and sparkly. His name was Billy. Billy could walk and talk, but Billy had no legs so he went to McDonalds and ordered a cheese burger. Billy doesn't even like cheese burgers. Billy ran away to TGI Fridays instead on on his way he say a Darth Vader and said "I am your sister". Billy thought this was stupid so he ate his "sister". Along came a prancing midget then Billy got super strength and threw the midget to Japan. Billy looked across the sea and saw a llama and camel factory. Billy saw a talking donkey and he saud "You're ri-donk-alous!" After a while, Billy got a job at the nearest community college. His job was to write on the board. I guess it's obvious how it ended.Billy died a slow and painful death... The end.
Writer's BlockWriter's block, writer's blockWhat shame have you brought upon us?We write for day and days then POOF!You comeI have you!From all writers.
Writer's TheoryIf one does not wish to writeHe or she has good reasonDo not force writing upon themFor it will end in failureOne must learn to write on their ownBeing creative and spontaneous is the keyOne must master these skillsTo be a writer of their own
Across the UniverseLet's paint a pictureOf both you and meAlone on the beachStaring at the stars aboveAs they watch usFrom aboveThey're the guardian angles that watchAs day slowly fades to night,And Night merges with dayCome with meAs we merge with the days and nightsFade away with the moon and the sunDance with the starsFallow Apollo as the sun risesGaze upon the beauty of NeptuneAll of these things for you and only youAcross the universeWhere we may both find love
Set FreeHow is itThat people often chose the harmful wayOver the helpful way?Is it the natureOf which makes us human?Or perhaps one cannotMaybe refuses todeal with the world.Would one be selfish enoughTo take their own soulFrom this world?NayOne must serve a purposeOf which we all mustTo make one's life pleasurableBut what if oneDoes not wish to serve a purpose?How does oneEscape the cycle?What must one doTo live?To breath?To smell the scents once common?Have we been experiencing these sensationsThrough lifeAnd never to notice it?Be freeMy little butterfly.
Process of an ArtistScribble ScrabbleWe were once content with our crayons as childrenFor we never feared rejection and harshnessSketch SketchWe become a little more aware of our drawings as we matureFor we have become self-conscienceStroke StrokeWe have perfected our artists' skillsFor we now understand critique