anda Know You're A Writer When. . .
(feel free to agree atau disagree with any of these.)
-You skip meals atau don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story anda were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)
-You have a notebook and pen atau pencil that anda carry everywhere. (Mine's right here seterusnya to me.)
-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to berkata notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a minit to remember where I set it.)
-You listen to songs and think, "Oh, this would be great for this scene in this story." atau 'This totally fits the situation in the story I'm working on."
(I'm listening to "How To Save A Life" and it's reminding me of two of my lion characters.)
-You actually consult your characters on a problem. (Oh, I wonder what this character would do?)
-You use the same character, (in a million different incarnations and occasionally with a last name change,) for every single story because anda just like him atau her. (Ok, maybe that one's just me. I have 10,000 different incarnations of this charrie in my stories.)
Hoep anda enjoyed!
(feel free to agree atau disagree with any of these.)
-You skip meals atau don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story anda were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)
-You have a notebook and pen atau pencil that anda carry everywhere. (Mine's right here seterusnya to me.)
-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to berkata notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a minit to remember where I set it.)
-You listen to songs and think, "Oh, this would be great for this scene in this story." atau 'This totally fits the situation in the story I'm working on."
(I'm listening to "How To Save A Life" and it's reminding me of two of my lion characters.)
-You actually consult your characters on a problem. (Oh, I wonder what this character would do?)
-You use the same character, (in a million different incarnations and occasionally with a last name change,) for every single story because anda just like him atau her. (Ok, maybe that one's just me. I have 10,000 different incarnations of this charrie in my stories.)
Hoep anda enjoyed!
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits sejak Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to alih tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a api, kebakaran earlier, and let me tell anda journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the api, kebakaran ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits sejak Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to alih tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a api, kebakaran earlier, and let me tell anda journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the api, kebakaran ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a pokok
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the bahagian, atas anda see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this hari those who were near berkata it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
seterusnya chapter "The pookie Returns"
left front clockwise: Charlie,Alice,Hollie,Connor and Jon
