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Life Goal #7: Have something of mine published.
Whee! Angie, Andrew and I entered a writing competition.. and I was called today because even though I didn't get 1st, 2nd, or 3rd, I was given honourable mention for one of my entries^^ I know it's not worth much, but it means that it will be published, which was the whole reason I entered^^ I won't win cash, but I get 3 free copies and I'm ecstatic that something of mine even placed.. even if it was for fourth^^;;;; I mean.. compared to all teh awesome writers, and Angie especially!, I knew I had to chance to really win, but the fact that I accomplished a goal^^ whee!
*ahem* so I'm a loser.. whatever.. I dun care! I wrote the less than 250 word story the night before and tweaked it the next morning, and still, it did well^^
meep!
well here it is, although it wasn't the best thing I wrote^^ oh well..
The graveyard was colder, gloomier than usual, but that would not deter Cassandra from her daily ritual. She walked down the lonely paths in the maze of graves, stopping finally at a corner stone. She knelt, brushing the frozen dew from the weather-worn headstone and sighed softly. “My friend,” she said quietly under her breath, placing a letter beside the grave as she did on occasion. “I know I can’t change anything,” she whispered, “but I want you to know that people still think of you, we still care, and that, my friend, will never change.” She kissed her bare hand and pressed it against the frozen slab of stone. She rose without a sound and traced her steps back along the path, the brisk air stinging her lungs as she breathed in and out. Quiet, shallow breaths, she was trying not to cry, but she would, eventually she would break down and cry again.
Her ritual; that’s what she called it, but to her it was second nature. She had visited that cemetery everyday since the accident, reminding herself that her friend truly wasn’t forgotten, and that as long as they lived in the heart of one person, they would live on forever.
That gave her a sense of calm before a day of dreaded storms, and she kept that in mind as she left the cemetery that cold October day, the way she did everyday.
fwee^^ and I get to see Justin and Bryan today! I do not know why they worry so >< perhaps I can sway their opinions later..
meep, farewell! time for shower, dayquil and theraflu^^;; eww.... ><
~Aamndine
Whee! Angie, Andrew and I entered a writing competition.. and I was called today because even though I didn't get 1st, 2nd, or 3rd, I was given honourable mention for one of my entries^^ I know it's not worth much, but it means that it will be published, which was the whole reason I entered^^ I won't win cash, but I get 3 free copies and I'm ecstatic that something of mine even placed.. even if it was for fourth^^;;;; I mean.. compared to all teh awesome writers, and Angie especially!, I knew I had to chance to really win, but the fact that I accomplished a goal^^ whee!
*ahem* so I'm a loser.. whatever.. I dun care! I wrote the less than 250 word story the night before and tweaked it the next morning, and still, it did well^^
meep!
well here it is, although it wasn't the best thing I wrote^^ oh well..
The graveyard was colder, gloomier than usual, but that would not deter Cassandra from her daily ritual. She walked down the lonely paths in the maze of graves, stopping finally at a corner stone. She knelt, brushing the frozen dew from the weather-worn headstone and sighed softly. “My friend,” she said quietly under her breath, placing a letter beside the grave as she did on occasion. “I know I can’t change anything,” she whispered, “but I want you to know that people still think of you, we still care, and that, my friend, will never change.” She kissed her bare hand and pressed it against the frozen slab of stone. She rose without a sound and traced her steps back along the path, the brisk air stinging her lungs as she breathed in and out. Quiet, shallow breaths, she was trying not to cry, but she would, eventually she would break down and cry again.
Her ritual; that’s what she called it, but to her it was second nature. She had visited that cemetery everyday since the accident, reminding herself that her friend truly wasn’t forgotten, and that as long as they lived in the heart of one person, they would live on forever.
That gave her a sense of calm before a day of dreaded storms, and she kept that in mind as she left the cemetery that cold October day, the way she did everyday.
fwee^^ and I get to see Justin and Bryan today! I do not know why they worry so >< perhaps I can sway their opinions later..
meep, farewell! time for shower, dayquil and theraflu^^;; eww.... ><
~Aamndine