Hey writers of the world!

I've seen a lot of people do these question and answers things, and thought I'd give it a try. 

So, whether you sincerely want to get to know me, or are just bored and want to contribute to someones happiness, questions are much appreciated. You can ask as much questions as possible, I really don't mind. Go crazy! 

And don't be shy. You don't have to ask questions about my writing; it can be about...

sigh with the bones
of this earth, child.
(it aches shakes breaks)

plunge your hands into
the sopping stars,
& sing to the cities
that scarred you.
(that was eons ago)

do you hear their
screaming, dearest?
(i hear nothing else)

then return, sweet,
fingers sticky-stuck
with forgiveness,
& watch them unfold.
(i shall i shall i shall)
 

hi, i'm taking part in the peer review-a-thon, and if you would like a review on a piece, please leave a link in the comments. i write pretty detailed reviews, and spend a considerable amount of time on each one of them, so i won't be reviewing all of the linked pieces, just the ones i really like, but i'll try to leave a comment on each one of them.   

They knew what they were doing was wrong. They had grown up in their pristine, gleaming city knowing this. Here, the people were safe from all peril, inside the city or out of it.

Of course, there really was no danger inside the city; it was a safe haven for all those who lived within. The real menace was outside, but the people inside were protected from that.

Or so they were supposed to think.

They wereprotected from it;...

i will be whatever i need,
even if it eats me
even if it defeats me
i will be
whatever i need

the water lines are showing
as i pull back the waves, blankets
of heavy green and grey.
a clear incision; the splitting
of bodies; eviscera and sin
spools out. trash heaps
and tragedy; in the guts i must
swim. swim, and the storms
draining, draining, crash
into mountains of memory. the plastic
entangles me. i can hear the whales.
they are singing; they are drowning;
in the shiver of the wind. 

Snow drips off the trees
Creatures awake from their sleep
Golden rays of sun

If we lived in a world without social-media there would be a lot less judgement and a lot more quality family time with families because the parents and kids would not be on their phones socializing with people who they will possibly never meet.
Teens often try to get as many followers as possible and as many likes as they can. most teens post at least once a day and later on in life wish they didn't post so many...

I started turning. Hair grew all over my body. My hands grew longer nails, or should I say my paws did. My eyes started glowing a colour close to amber. My breathing started getting shorter and faster. It wasn’t as painless as everyone thought, changing. I fell to all fours, unable to stand on my hind legs any longer. I dug my claws into the dirt, clenching my long snout at the pain, all my sharp teeth piercing the sides...

    Dear Bullies,
    Why are you the way you are? There isn’t one day that I don’t walk from class to class and see somebody walking through the crowds, usually cowering against the wall, with a look on their face like they feel worthless. There isn’t one day that I don’t overhear somebody like you poking fun at another’s appearance or choice of activities. You poke at other people because they differ from what you enjoy and what you...

I bled as I wrote,
drops of sweat clung to my brow.
Within the dim candlelight,
my heart pounded mercilessly
as my fingers ached and scribbled.

The ink was bold and dark,
across the paper, words were strung.
A signal idea,
more added to the melody the words formed.
The plot drove on,
dark and sad.

To laugh on paper,
to form tears,
the author, so cruel.
Starborne skies,
and boundless possibilities.
Characters of dreams
fleshed within the ink blood of...

the weight of their belief is 
staggering, menacing
terrifying
it's a heavy burden to bear, like
the weight of the world on weary shoulders

a leader endures much and has the authority,
responsibility of sending out soldiers,
giving orders
knowing that any wrong decision you make
could cost the many lives at stake

they tell you that you
don't need to bear it alone
the leader can rely on others
he has people to support him
who are willing to...

I sit down in class and realize I've forgotten to bring a pen. There's one lying on the desk, so I pick it up and doodle a quick stick figure to see if it has any ink. It does. But the figure I just drew looks up at me and then jumps off the page. 

Figures. With one quick swipe, I grab the wriggling figure and stick him in my pocket. Hmph. Time for geometry. 

...

Safe at home in...

Wren moved. The man’s grip loosened. With one sharp tug her arm escaped the guard, who was in a deep sleep, lying against the bars of Wren’s cell.
Wren had been captured. Only a few hours before she had been wandering about the woods, looking here and there not really going anywhere, until a gang of soldiers on black horses had come and taken her away. Wren remembered the guard’s words before he’d fallen asleep by accident; “Don’t you go...

The Good, Not the Bad Or the Dirty By Amber Redmond.

All ages now use social media, many adults hate that their kids, even the students in class that have a cell phone and can access Facebook and Snapchat during class when phones are allowed. But really what they hate is how much we rely on it and they joke “You wouldn’t last a day without your phone.” People would be surprised, teenagers aren’t always causing trouble with their cellphones....

    Rain patters softly on the roof, filling the quiet living room with a peaceful thrum. She enters, clad in cozy pajamas, a book, a laptop, and a mug of steaming coffee in her arms. The couch molds around her as she curls up, taking a inspiring sip of black coffee. Then she sets her armload onto the cushions and, after a lengthy deliberation, chooses the book. She settles back and opens it, smiling at the satisfying crack of...

Pink

Sweetest,
I am sure I dream in colour
and, tonight, I dream in pink.
I dream light and fluffy and giggly and girly.
Dreaming of marshmallow hugs and butterfly kisses,
of primrose lips and the flush of your cheeks
As we run through field upon flower field.
We’re holding hands because no one’s there to see.
We’re two idiots who know better than to dream
of the future. I’m dreaming
pink like little-girls' dollhouses,
like daisies and fairy-wings,
like...

    “Sinclair, you’re acting like an aristocrat! This is a partnership- we’re equals!” I quickly finished up in the bathroom, dried off as best I could, opened the door and strode to the dining room table down the hall. I stood in the doorway, bedraggled and awaiting a stern conversation about communication. I simply asked, “Website?” Hen looked up at me, eyes blazing. Instead of yelling, she walked out and came back with a dish towel in hand. “Dry your hair,...

    Did you know that every second more than 500 hours of video is added to Youtube? The twenty-first century is based on technology and smartphones. Along with smartphones comes social media. Most teens have some sort of form of social media, whether its Youtube, Instagram, Pinterest, Snapchat, Twitter, Tik Tok, Facebook. Personally I have a Pinterest, private Instagram account, and I watch Youtube but I don’t post any videos. Life would be so different without social media. Teens spend so...

Recently, my friend N. and I held The Ash Award contest together. For those who don't know about it, N. wanted to hold a contest, and she gave it the title "The Ash Award." We both judged 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place for two prompts, and she let me solely judge a winner to receive the Ash Award.

It will soon be a month since that has been over with, and we have spent it judging and giving prizes for...

The days go by seamlessly, with no means to an end.
Life is different than the past generations.
We’re all connected, for better or worse, through technology and social media.
Life is different than past generations.
We base our worth off of materialistic things, like the “likes” we receive and the followers we have.
Life is different than past generations.
Time is essentially useless, because the days go by and we remain the same.
Life is different than past generations. ...

You're the guy
that's not a guy
but treats me like a gentleman

You hold the door
and tip your hat.
You're the guy I've fallen for.

And you,
my love,
you are the guy
the other girls adore

but I'm the one 
the calls you mine.
The one you're fighting for.

You're the guy 
that's not a guy
because you are 
my girl.

Hey everybody! First I'd like to say sorry for the inactivity lately; I've been busy with school, and job applications, and school, and driving, and school... Now I just have to survive final exams though so I'm almost there!

I'm still finishing up some reviews, because some of you really got your time's worth out of your prizes and chose long pieces for me to review. Boss move on your part. Apparently I've been living my life incorrectly and need...

Have a nice day

I will always be here for you

I understand

I am here if you need to talk

I love you

I appreciate everything you do

I like your shirt

I’m sorry

How are you doing?

I’m listening

Thank You

You are worth it

You’re forgiven

It’s ok to not be ok all the time 

I was wrong

I am glad to see you today

bustle backstage
directors call
actors flurry
costumes missing

go on stage
dusty black floor
pose

heavy curtains
dark red
rise

music cues
monologue
dialogue

lights
in the spotlight

lines recited
roll off the tongue
to cheering crowds