TheFallenWriters

Oceans versus Seas. 
          	One so wide the horizon seams to be its only end. 
          	While the other an ant in comparison. 
          	Weed versus Grass. 
          	One a wicked vampire of plants. 
          	The other a simple bump in the pass. 
          	Then sits the Popular versus Hidden. 
          	The Friend versus Enemy. 
          	The Blur versus Blend. 
          	All so simple, all so far. 
          	All so easily forgotten. 
          	All but remembered. 
          	But what chooses which basket it's in. 
          	Is it size. 
          	Or name. 
          	Or perspective. 
          	Just like each one,
          	the answer is complicated,
          	Close,
          	Far,
          	And lost. 
          	
          	
          	What will this account grow to be?
          	An Ocean?
          	Or a sea?
          	
          	Only we decide which one we'll be.  
          	

TheFallenWriters

Oceans versus Seas. 
          One so wide the horizon seams to be its only end. 
          While the other an ant in comparison. 
          Weed versus Grass. 
          One a wicked vampire of plants. 
          The other a simple bump in the pass. 
          Then sits the Popular versus Hidden. 
          The Friend versus Enemy. 
          The Blur versus Blend. 
          All so simple, all so far. 
          All so easily forgotten. 
          All but remembered. 
          But what chooses which basket it's in. 
          Is it size. 
          Or name. 
          Or perspective. 
          Just like each one,
          the answer is complicated,
          Close,
          Far,
          And lost. 
          
          
          What will this account grow to be?
          An Ocean?
          Or a sea?
          
          Only we decide which one we'll be.  
          

TheFallenWriters

Laughing is heard.
          Laughing is heard nearby, near you.
          Close to you, actually.
          But as you zone out and listen to the silence of this "poem",
          The laughter soon gets farther away
          It tries to distance itself from you.
          However, the more you ignore it, the more you pay attention
          To this writing.
          And listen wisely...
          The peaceful wind in this gentle poem is gaining speed,
          Sending signals of sentiment, cherry blossoms, and
          Some sort of pain
          That actually feels soothing on the inside,
          But you can't see it
          Trying to open it, the pain spreads like butter.
          And spreading it,
          The wind you have now expanded is evolving, picking up
          Notes. Sounds that seem nice...
          Something you've used to block out reality.
          And the source is that
          "Pain", meant to soothe...
          But, to find it, 
          As odd as it sounds, you must lose something to gain what you truly love most.
          What is what you must lose?
          What is what you must gain? 
          Knowing this, even at a mature stage in your life...
          Everyone is far behind truth
          You are far behind truth.
          I am just as far behind as well,
          But there you are, laughing, trying to find it
          As you get farther away,
          You've lost your progress
          Not because you have emotions.
          But had attempted to find truth by a foul action.
          The foul action? Now you must look for that.
          Now you wonder 
          "Just who really knows themselves?"
          Now you can answer that,
          And start over again.
          
           ----Lily
          

TheFallenWriters

Hey, Jonni here!
          So when we have books ready I will have a day of the week that a chapter will be uploaded in. So one book will be on Tuesday, a different one Wednesday, and a different one Thursday. Just wanted to say that so that you know we do have a schedule.
          
          
          Bie

TheFallenWriters

Hey, Jonni here!
          Daily Poem 1
          3-26-18
          
          At the start of the race you run and you run
          Til you're out of breath and know that you're done
          But someone behind you keeps a pace
          And because of that they get first place 
          So don't just rush
          Rather take your time
          And Soon you'll find that the tortoise was right.
          So cherish life 
          Not just the cereal,
          But the thing that keeps our smiles bright.
          
          
          Bie

TheFallenWriters

Hi! Jess here~, I’ll be listing the shifts below;
          
          Jonni: 3-4pm
          
          Lily: 4-5pm
          
          Jessie: 5-6pm
          
          The check in/out system let’s the readers know whose on the account.
          
          Yes, we share this account.
          
          And Yes, we do know each other in real life.
          
          Sorry! But we don’t recruit anyone.
          But theres a way where you can help us: 
          You can Private Message us about recommendations or ideas for a story and we will get right to work. 
          
          Oh and make sure to point out the mistakes we made because we always need feedback.
           
          We could always make a Q&A book if you guys have any questions about us or the books that will be posted here in the future.
          
          Welp, I guess that’s all for today. 
          
          G’bye my lil blossoms!