Frost Cabin JWC Writing Proof (Continued #4)

Instructions

~ For the January Writing Camp (JWC) ~ Art & Writing: @Astrid_da_potato - Please don't steal! 1) Main-Cabin Daily Word Count: 251 2) Main-Cabin Daily Word Count: 701 words 1) My ideas danced across the page as I brandished my pencil. My handwriting was extremely messy like it usually was when I had a good idea for a story. Word by word, my story was told. I didn’t have to look twice to know that this was MY story. Each character was a reflection of me and my own experiences. I kept on writing, even when the pencil started digging into my palm. Of all the things I have nearby, my pencil is one of the most important things I own. A pencil is where I can share all my ideas, thoughts, and express myself through art and writing. Writing is an extremely essential method of communication. Whereas one can’t take their wealth with them upon their death, writing is something that can be passed down and lasts forever. In addition to that, writing can help people worldwide express themselves, regardless of gender, race, religion . . . etc. I often find that my writing reflects several elements from my own life, and sharing writing can help kids and adults alike to stay connected. My own writing helps me understand the reason behind actions and thoughts because I have to “get in the minds” of the characters I write about. This helps me develop a certain respect for people instead of making quick, impulsive judgments or assumptions based on appearances. Ultimately, to me, writing equals immortality and serves as a way for me to understand the world and for my voice to be heard. 2) Locked Away tattered remnants of a long-deserted project lay locked away like the broken silence of a shattered past memories shut out but never f o r g o t t e n they stay, like a relentless storm. in a cyclone of broken shards and flashbacks everything whirling and whirling whirling away you never leave and nor do your words “i want them to come back. i want to see them again.” how can a single sentence haunt a girl’s entire life? and how can silence be so loud? too late. in my memories you smile at me as you pass me my first stuffed animal: a raggedy dog that really looked more like a mutant bunny than a puppy but i was delighted how could i have dismissed all the flashing signs thinking everything was going to be alright hoping praying believing that everything would be okay? too late. of all the people, you were the one who carried me through the fields answering all my annoying questions. while others waved me away with irritation, you were the one laughing along to my corny jokes. while others shut me out, you were the one who picked me up when I f e l l you were the one who saw both sides; past deceiving appearances and stinging lies. you were the one who listened too late. did you know that we cared? couldn’t you see how we were f a l l i n g and b r e a k i n g on the inside? or did you close your eyes for the last time thinking that we didn’t care about you believing that your last wish your last words would never be heard? in my memories you laugh at us as you bike alongside the rest of the kids our giggles echoing through the empty street on that day 7,602 miles an ocean away, i heard the news at 2:00 AM in the morning, i woke up i heard i understood i begged that it was all a bad dream. and then i did nothing. 7,602 miles an ocean away, at 2:24 in the morning, i knew it was too late and then i did nothing in return for everything you did for me, i did nothing. regret can be a powerful thing some say it overwhelms a person until there’s nothing left but pain and sorrow. i tried to lock you away i tried to forget but like how the sun fades into the horizon each night replaced by the desolate remorse of a lonely moon, you return. < Continued in Notes & Credits >