This blog is for all those writers who have lost their way. The ones who need to get unstuck and those who need to get stuck, those who are to scared to try and those who try to be scared, those who need something to help them and those who need to something to help and especially those who are drifting. I would almost say this blog was made for those drifters.
Drifters are writers who are just drifting in and out of writing, not compelled to do it and not compelled to leave it. Hopefully this blog will help you find your way out of the drifting phase. Although some are destined to drift, there are many others who aren’t.
This blog will contain poems, short stories, writing prompts, story ideas, letters that never made it and a whole lot of other little writing titbits that will hopefully inspire you to go ahead and write, complete or start your own.
If my dear friend Fate allows us to meet then meet we shall, but until then,
Know that someone is always there for you,
Your new matron sounds like a monster! The way you described her reminded me of Auntie Elsa. Remember her? The one with the big, fat dog that you said looked like a burst sausage. My bet is that she’s just as mean, and just as fat. Boy, you better be careful around that Matron, she might just be a real witch. And about as ugly as the trolls I used to tell you about!
I’m glad that Arkle’s frog is still alive. Tell him to feed him other insects apart from slugs as well, I think the frog would get sick and tired of the same thing over and over, wouldn’t you? Also tell him that I hope his frog doesn’t get to lonely stuck in the tuckbox without him to be held by.
In other things, you know that box you taped to the tree branch? Your sisters made a ladder of rope and various other things to reach it and see what was inside. I remembered that you told me to keep it safe from them so as soon as I found out I called them in because ‘it was getting too dark’. They came in quite reluctantly and it’s strange, Boy, because when they woke up the next morning the ladder had been cut up and destroyed by the ‘wind’. I’ll make sure that if I see anything else happening, the ‘wind’ will come by again!
When I go to sleep, I turn toward you as well, so don’t feed so alone, alright? Somewhere on the other side of the Bristol Channel, your mother’s watching out for you as well.
Study hard, my Boy,
P.S. Your sisters send their love and laughter.
P.P.S I don’t think it was right for that ghastly Matron to drop soap shavings into that boy’s mouth. But anytime you get angry at her, just think of her frothing and spewing up soap and foam, and you’ll feel much better!
Letter Writing: Roald Dahl’s mother to her son.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you died,
But I think it’s ok ‘coz I was there for all your life,
And don’t worry ‘coz we’ll be together soon,
Last year, we were walking in the park,
But this time I’m walking in the dark,
But I won’t worry ‘coz we’ll be together soon,
This summer I’m all alone,
But it’s ok coz you’re not totally gone,
You’re still in my hea-a-art.
You were there from the start.
No, in a room, we’re not all here,
‘Coz I’m missing you, my dear,
But it’ll be ok ‘coz we’ll be together soon,
A/N Just a mini song I made up while washing the dishes this afternoon. I didn’t get the ift of singing so maybe you might want to grab the song, make up a tune and start singing it too! If you do, feel free to post it on Youtube and send me the link so I can have a listen. Make sure that you credit me too, otherwise that’s plagiarism (Which is a very bad thing, according to all us imagination users!). Anyone wanna help me make some more lyrics? Leave a comment!
Keep dreaming friends!
We started out in Autumn,
Hottest couple by Winter,
We were breaking up in Spring,
And we were all gone by Summer.
We thought we would last,
Have that High School sweetheart thing,
But then we realized in the dead of night,
That all those stories were only fed by lies.
But I still remember, telling you,
Treasure these hugs,
Love this kiss,
So we can look back and think about this.
Treasure these hugs,
And love this kiss,
So I can remember times like this.
Love hurts. It burns, it blisters, it itches, it pains. It can sweep you off your feet and with the same amount of effort, it can knock you off them too. Love can hurt you.
Love heals. It stretches, it grows, it forgets, It comforts. It can heal almost every type of wound and with the same amount of effort it can cause them too. Love can heal you.
Love isn’t just fun and games, but it isn’t all hurt and pain either. It’s a mix of everything, coming together in a bubbling mix of emotions, feelings, actions and words. But just like medicine, even though it doesn’t taste nice, it does a lot better for you than it does against you.
Guilt overcomes me.
It overpowers me.
Along the way
We shed some tears
But I hope we can overcome our differences
Forget our complications
And become good friends.
Sentence: Guilt overcomes me.
The first time that I truly met you,
It was certainly not the day
We first came across each other
And exchanged a simple “hey.”
Instead it was the moment that
You looked into my eyes,
And for the first time, yes, I knew
None of it was a lie.
This fluttering feeling in my chest
Just where had it come from?
My cheeks felt hot and reddened
And my heart beat like a drum.
Now every time I’m close to you
These sensations, they appear.
The amount of happiness inside
My heart bursts from there to here.
Please do stay right here by my side
For as long as you can bear it,
For I couldn’t stand to lose you now,
I love you; I’ll forever swear it.
Sentence: Your proximity incites euphoria.