*imagine someone using their hands as guns and firing and then they take the tips and blow the imaginary smoke away.* BECAUSE THATS HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW. I got so much stuff written yesterday that I made my mother get me ice cream. Yes, I still make my mom buy me food. No judgement please.
Now, lets get down to business. I am currently in the process of writing another book along with this one. I actually wrote the ending before I wrote anything else, because my minds works backwards and upside down!
And I wanted to give you all a sneak peek of one of the chapters. It is called The Blue Eyed Boy. it is about two boys who fall in love, despite the fact that everyone is telling them not too. Inspiration comes from Blue Neighborhood by Troye Sivan.
Here is as excerpt:
"On the count of three. We will jump together." I want to scream at him. I want to tell him how much I love him. I want to say that we need to go now, because my dad will kill us both. But I can not, this is only a memory.
"One." He pulls me a little closer to him, sending shivers through me.
"Two." We bend our legs, and I look to him. His mouth turns the slightest bit into a beautiful smile.
"Three!" I feel the pull of his hands as he flies into the air.
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Four, I call back the memory of his lips on mine. I remember his hands on my body. I can feel his arms around me, keeping me safe, holding me steady.
"I love you blue eyed boy." I shout it out to the ocean. Maybe the wind will carry the sound all the way into his ears.
Five, I jump.
What do you think? I think I will be able to stick with this story. Normally I start to write things then lose interest. Literally, my drive is filled with half finished parts of stories and random paragraphs I wrote in five seconds. But I really want this one to start and finish.
If you do like it, do you want me to publish it now or later? It would mean that my updates would be split between Whispers and Blue, but do you think it is worth it?
I am leaning towards publishing it as soon as I finish the first chapter, because if I wait then you will get a big chunk of writing all at once, and I think that if you have to wait for something, it is that much more better when you do get it.
Let me know!
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An impasta!!
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A person who is sad because her donut holes went stale today.
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...