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 block
What shame have you brought upon us?
We write for day and days then POOF!
I have you!
From all writers.
Writer's TheoryIf one does not wish to write
He or she has good reason
Do not force writing upon them
For it will end in failure
One must learn to write on their own
Being creative and spontaneous is the key
One must master these skills
To be a writer of their own
Across the UniverseLet's paint a picture
Of both you and me
Alone on the beach
Staring at the stars above
As they watch us
They're the guardian angles that watch
As day slowly fades to night,
And Night merges with day
Come with me
As we merge with the days and nights
Fade away with the moon and the sun
Dance with the stars
Fallow Apollo as the sun rises
Gaze upon the beauty of Neptune
All of these things for you and only you
Across the universe
Where we may both find love
Set FreeHow is it
That people often chose the harmful way
Over the helpful way?
Is it the nature
Of which makes us human?
Or perhaps one cannot
Maybe refuses to
deal with the world.
Would one be selfish enough
To take their own soul
From this world?
One must serve a purpose
Of which we all must
To make one's life pleasurable
But what if one
Does not wish to serve a purpose?
How does one
Escape the cycle?
What must one do
To smell the scents once common?
Have we been experiencing these sensations
And never to notice it?
My little butterfly.
Process of an ArtistScribble Scrabble
We were once content with our crayons as children
For we never feared rejection and harshness
We become a little more aware of our drawings as we mature
For we have become self-conscience
We have perfected our artists' skills
For we now understand critique