Hell yeah, I write for my school's newspaper.
And becauseI like to show off I like to get as much advice as possible on my writing, I have a tendency to post my shit on the forums I regular. Time for Smogon, whether it likes it or not.
p.s. Even though I'll pretend not to care if no one reads any of it, I actually will be very hurt emotionally ;_;
Oh, and here's my latest one, which is currently in draft 1 so it hasn't been edited. Although I doubt you'll find any grammar mistakes or anything.
<3 hugs to anyone that reads and critiques
also, watch this get locked for some reason.
i'd lol
And because
p.s. Even though I'll pretend not to care if no one reads any of it, I actually will be very hurt emotionally ;_;
Oh, and here's my latest one, which is currently in draft 1 so it hasn't been edited. Although I doubt you'll find any grammar mistakes or anything.
You find yourself strolling through the halls of a hospital, waiting to hold a newborn in your hands. Suddenly, you are in a church, walking down the aisle in the most fashionable attire you could afford. Finally, you are no longer conscious, and your physical body is being laid in a coffin to rest for all eternity.
While I haven’t been the proprietor of these three situations, I have experienced them all in the past few years of my life in some way, and each event has impacted me significantly. I have experienced the birth of a baby brother. I have experienced a wedding, and thus, the conjoining of two individuals into one recognizable entity. And I have experienced death, whether through the natural causes of my great-grandfather, or the inexplicable events surrounding the death of my step-uncle. I have experienced these three events, and I now believe these events to be the three pivotal phases to life: birth, marriage, death. While not all human beings necessarily get married over the course of their life, I am simply basing this on the existence led by the average human being in this country.
I have seen a life begin, a life start a new chapter by joining itself with another, and a life end. These images embed themselves in your head and change you. You can never purge the image of your great-grandfather in a coffin from your mind, nor can you erase the contrastingly pleasant mental pictures taken upon seeing your uncle kiss his new bride, the first kiss he will share with the woman who now shares his last name.
While these are rightfully considered to be the most beautiful and the most tragic stages of life, some people can draw upon different themes from each. While many individuals may see these instances as evidence in the beauty and tragedy in life, I see them as mere dates on a calendar. Indeed, the days that many see as the most important days to someone (birth date, date of marriage, date of death), are some of the more meaningless points in time to my perspective, and I don’t understand the great amount of importance that surrounds these dates.
Sure, the birth of a child and a wedding are wonderful, but what does it matter if you never do anything with your life, or if your marriage ends in divorce like exactly half of them do? Maybe I just have a slightly pessimistic outlook on life, but I don’t understand the need for a gaudy, dramatic wedding on the beaches of Spain at sunset. That’s a waste of a fortune, and it’s an overdone celebration for something that often has a bleak outlook in the lives of modern day adults.
Don’t get me wrong, here. I strongly want to get married, and I am absolutely looking forward to the day that I do stand at the front of a room and deliver my wedding vows while staring into the eyes of my bride. But do I want my wedding to cost a fortune and involve each remotely meaningful person in my life? Not really, and I don’t want an enormous funeral that involves everyone I’ve ever met. It’s not because I like to keep everything to myself, it’s simply because I don’t see the draw in celebrating or mourning heavily on these dates.
The days of my life that I care more about are the ones that land in the middle of these self-proclaimed phases in the existence of a human being. What did you do with yourself in between those stages of birth and marriage, where you are simply a lone entity in the world following guidance of peers and parents? Did you make best of what was presented to you? Or were you a troubled youth? What did you do with yourself between the years of marriage and death? Were you the best husband or wife as you could be? Did you impact someone through your actions, be it through your activities in the life of a working class adult or through a more abstract way? The days where these aspects are demonstrated with the most merit and solidity are the days in a life that matter most to me. One of these three stages has already occurred in my life, and I know the other two will happen at some point, and I will make the best of them. But rather than celebrate the fact that my wedding just occurred, I will celebrate the new opportunity that is presented to me. Then, and only then, is it time for rejoice.
While I haven’t been the proprietor of these three situations, I have experienced them all in the past few years of my life in some way, and each event has impacted me significantly. I have experienced the birth of a baby brother. I have experienced a wedding, and thus, the conjoining of two individuals into one recognizable entity. And I have experienced death, whether through the natural causes of my great-grandfather, or the inexplicable events surrounding the death of my step-uncle. I have experienced these three events, and I now believe these events to be the three pivotal phases to life: birth, marriage, death. While not all human beings necessarily get married over the course of their life, I am simply basing this on the existence led by the average human being in this country.
I have seen a life begin, a life start a new chapter by joining itself with another, and a life end. These images embed themselves in your head and change you. You can never purge the image of your great-grandfather in a coffin from your mind, nor can you erase the contrastingly pleasant mental pictures taken upon seeing your uncle kiss his new bride, the first kiss he will share with the woman who now shares his last name.
While these are rightfully considered to be the most beautiful and the most tragic stages of life, some people can draw upon different themes from each. While many individuals may see these instances as evidence in the beauty and tragedy in life, I see them as mere dates on a calendar. Indeed, the days that many see as the most important days to someone (birth date, date of marriage, date of death), are some of the more meaningless points in time to my perspective, and I don’t understand the great amount of importance that surrounds these dates.
Sure, the birth of a child and a wedding are wonderful, but what does it matter if you never do anything with your life, or if your marriage ends in divorce like exactly half of them do? Maybe I just have a slightly pessimistic outlook on life, but I don’t understand the need for a gaudy, dramatic wedding on the beaches of Spain at sunset. That’s a waste of a fortune, and it’s an overdone celebration for something that often has a bleak outlook in the lives of modern day adults.
Don’t get me wrong, here. I strongly want to get married, and I am absolutely looking forward to the day that I do stand at the front of a room and deliver my wedding vows while staring into the eyes of my bride. But do I want my wedding to cost a fortune and involve each remotely meaningful person in my life? Not really, and I don’t want an enormous funeral that involves everyone I’ve ever met. It’s not because I like to keep everything to myself, it’s simply because I don’t see the draw in celebrating or mourning heavily on these dates.
The days of my life that I care more about are the ones that land in the middle of these self-proclaimed phases in the existence of a human being. What did you do with yourself in between those stages of birth and marriage, where you are simply a lone entity in the world following guidance of peers and parents? Did you make best of what was presented to you? Or were you a troubled youth? What did you do with yourself between the years of marriage and death? Were you the best husband or wife as you could be? Did you impact someone through your actions, be it through your activities in the life of a working class adult or through a more abstract way? The days where these aspects are demonstrated with the most merit and solidity are the days in a life that matter most to me. One of these three stages has already occurred in my life, and I know the other two will happen at some point, and I will make the best of them. But rather than celebrate the fact that my wedding just occurred, I will celebrate the new opportunity that is presented to me. Then, and only then, is it time for rejoice.
<3 hugs to anyone that reads and critiques
also, watch this get locked for some reason.
i'd lol