So this is the plot of my book. DONT BE NICE OKAY!!!!
Milgas Gonailm is an Elf who lives in a forest. This forest lies in the land of Puleaveh, a land filled with creatures as dwarves, Dondurs (a type of early leprechaun), Men, and others. Anyway Men haven't lived here in a while, they left a long time ago. Now they've come back because their land was invaded by an ancient evil. Now the races of Puleaveh have hated each other for a long time. But they don't want to harm the world with war, so they keep to themselves. Milgas volunteered to go on a journey to unite the races to fight against this evil.
So what do you think?
Milgas Gonailm is an Elf who lives in a forest. This forest lies in the land of Puleaveh, a land filled with creatures as dwarves, Dondurs (a type of early leprechaun), Men, and others. Anyway Men haven't lived here in a while, they left a long time ago. Now they've come back because their land was invaded by an ancient evil. Now the races of Puleaveh have hated each other for a long time. But they don't want to harm the world with war, so they keep to themselves. Milgas volunteered to go on a journey to unite the races to fight against this evil.
So what do you think?
Pop Icon Josh Groban
Pop music icon Josh Groban's life and career will be chronicled in the book series that celebrates celebrities that have positive reputations for giving back to their communities.
Randy recently took to his Instagram page to announce that he would publish a sketch on Groban.
"Excited to add the name Josh Groban to my "Stars" celebrity fan book series! I've been a fan of Josh's music for a lot of years, so thrilled as can be," Randy posted.
Randy's first book in the series, The Life and Career of Marie Osmond, became an immediate best seller. His second installment in the series will be a sketch of popular comedian and talk show host Ellen DeGeneres.
Randy's Josh Groban sketch is expected to cover Groban's varied career as a pop sensation, his work on the Broadway stage, television and little known information about his personal life and charity work.
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Hey guys!
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publish a piece of writing that they've started, finished, or are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to join to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, or screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publish their work. We can help one another by reviewing chapters of books that have been posted as articles, by reading lyrics that may not be quite right, or to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publish a piece of writing that they've started, finished, or are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to join to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, or screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publish their work. We can help one another by reviewing chapters of books that have been posted as articles, by reading lyrics that may not be quite right, or to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.
In this night
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I search for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
by this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried by the thoughts of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,the nigh will forgive me.
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I search for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
by this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried by the thoughts of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,the nigh will forgive me.
" Cassie, he's staring at me through the window!" My friend Lexi whispered during Science. I turned my head to the left and sure enough Caden was staring at her. Why does she always date such jerks? She should date someone who treats her right. " Lexi and Cassie, stop talking." Mrs. Daloff yelled. ~Wow, that was rude. She's a bad teacher. We should get her fired.~ Me and Lexi's friend Megan passed us a note. ~Ya Totally!! Should we include Gracie?~ Lexi wrote to Megan. As her response Megan just smiled. ~Are you in Cass?~ Megan wrote. "Ya," I mouthed to her. She smiled and gave me two thumbs up.
Out at recess, we planned out our scheme. Mrs.Daloff would get snakes in her class, so she would yell at Tyler since he would do something like that. Then she would call the principal and Tyler would get in trouble, but to keep from getting in trouble he'd say he didn't do anything. The principal would believe him and Mrs.Daloff would be fired. Unless..... Something gets ruined.
Out at recess, we planned out our scheme. Mrs.Daloff would get snakes in her class, so she would yell at Tyler since he would do something like that. Then she would call the principal and Tyler would get in trouble, but to keep from getting in trouble he'd say he didn't do anything. The principal would believe him and Mrs.Daloff would be fired. Unless..... Something gets ruined.
Have you ever been burned or struck? Threatened or excuted? I haven't, but my friends and family have. My sister was struck, and my mother was threatened, but the worst were my father and my best friend. They were executed for having as destructive imagination. Since their executions other with the same " problem " have tried to flee from the country, but they just end up caught and killed. You see any kind of imagination is banned from this country. I miss my father, my friend, and imagination. Someday, I'll bring imagination back for them, but until then it remains buried in the ground with my loved ones.
It is the beginning of the end...
The words drift to me, as if carried on the wind. I look up toward the sky to try and get a glimpse of what-or whom-ever sent that thought to me. Of course, there is not a thingthere. I continue my walk.
I'm stepping over McCafferty's bridge that crosses over Dalvin's canal when a cool zephyr sweeps across my body. I shiver, wrapping my arms tight around my waist. Autumn is creeping in on us, here in west virginia. As i step off the bridge, i hear it again. Only, closer this time...
I decide to pick up my pace and i scurry home.
Once there, i find my father with a knife protruding from his back sprawled on the kitchen floor. A pool of blood surrounds him.
Before i even start screaming, i think to myself, "i knew it was gonna be one of THOSE days..."
The words drift to me, as if carried on the wind. I look up toward the sky to try and get a glimpse of what-or whom-ever sent that thought to me. Of course, there is not a thingthere. I continue my walk.
I'm stepping over McCafferty's bridge that crosses over Dalvin's canal when a cool zephyr sweeps across my body. I shiver, wrapping my arms tight around my waist. Autumn is creeping in on us, here in west virginia. As i step off the bridge, i hear it again. Only, closer this time...
I decide to pick up my pace and i scurry home.
Once there, i find my father with a knife protruding from his back sprawled on the kitchen floor. A pool of blood surrounds him.
Before i even start screaming, i think to myself, "i knew it was gonna be one of THOSE days..."
