As i readed the last dissusion on "a book i want to make' by Ambition.

It got me thinking that we all should write stories and glue them all together as it's about real issues and real lives and real stories but fake characters including.

I'll write an example:

On a stormy tuesday night, a young boy looked out of his bedroom window and turn around staring in the mirror and saw a boy with blonde hair, freckles but his skin does look a bit off colour as he's wearing a black nike hoodie on with ripped jeans including black trainers as if he saw a gangster in the mirror.
He turn away from the mirror and went downstairs to the living room as he saw his mum starting to light her smoke and the boy thought "oh man, my mum starting to smoke again".

See what i mean about example? it's like a book with fake character but real life issues and real life stories, the part i mean about the boy's mother, she's smoking excatly, that's an issue because smoking is bad for health.

you know what i mean? if you don't know what i mean, just go with the flow.

plus i would need all of your help, because it's good to work in the team, and help each other out.

quote:

Originally posted by Fang:
Jake held Sharon in his embrace almost afriad to let her go. "We have to go in soon." her whisper was tickling aganst his reddening ear.
He knew that damned truth. That he would soon have to let her go. Because of course their love was forbidden.

hey thats really good, i was bored and thought i would jst come check out stuff sum of my friends wrote n the past!!! good job

im menat fingers not gingers wopsy

by the way dont worry about what those people were saying becuase what matters the most is how you think about yourself.... i hope you like my synopsis of a short story kind of flow through my gingers....

She wondered absent minded, overfflown by discontent a feel of deep pitty. The grey shadow case uopn the green and once prestine lake, its not of a solid form yet a mist of smog that casts a heavy penlumbra. grey silt adds to the luminous vibe, rushing metal boxes blur out the song of the featherd fritters. before time was apart of life but not of life. but time is now a possesor, clinging to the people with it compolsive tick, like a tiger not letting down his hard earned catch. So now the last falling of the leaves shall come, it may be too late to care so listen the people of the dark. can you heard the song of mother nature?

Jake held Sharon in his embrace almost afriad to let her go. "We have to go in soon." her whisper was tickling aganst his reddening ear.
He knew that damned truth. That he would soon have to let her go. Because of course their love was forbidden.

Maybe he doesn't want to revise it yet...lol gl i like your idea.

You might not be reading this topic still but if you are: never quit - dont let people tell you what to do - you dont have to listen if you dont want to - you can write if you want to - do whatever you want to.
And to help you with your writing. just write a couple paragraphs then look back read it out loud to yourself or have another person read it.
It is good to listen to constructive criticism but dont listen to pure criticism.

i guess so.

Well, they have a point. If you want to be taken seriously as a writer, or a compiler of a book, you have to learn grammar. Give it a few more years of schooling and you'll get it. Try again then.

:O
that's so rude

Excuse me, at least im trying.
i could write if i want to but the problem that i can't write properly, god i wish people would stop judging me

Hahaha, Khary...so true.

If only you could write worth a damn.