Kay, so listen up y'all.
Chapter 1.1 4/29 04/30/2009
Sara watched the brisk autumn wind sweep the sidewalk clear of leaves, only to bring new ones on the next gust. She glanced down at her wristwatch and grimaced. They were all going to be late if Jason didn't hurry.
Like a bird out of prison. 04/29/2009
I'm not trying to brag, but when I read it, I get chills thinking of how good I could be, I see glimpses of the writer inside of me, like a caged bird long forgotten, yearing for the open sky, but it's been caged so long, when it is let out, It has to learn how to fly, how to soar. It's a wonderful hobby, but it takes work. But when you see that bird, majestically slicing the world open to its own point of view, it makes everthing worth it to say 'That's mine'
So this is a scene for my new book, I dreamed it up last night. enjoy. __________________________________________________
HI. this is me. I'm not really sure who me is, but maybe you can derive that from my posts. Maybe me is just a teenager who can express in a pressure-free blog what others are trying to say. maybe that's me. or maybe, me is indefinable. me is complicated. me is me.