• Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps

    writing prompt: chose a saying and write something about it tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps – (don’t know who said this – found on tumblr) the city that never sleeps. the buzz is always in the air. the sound of cars. the sound of people shouting to one another. the sound of everything keeps on playing in the background of days and nights spent here. tall buildings surround the one that i currently reside in. they block out the beauty of the night sky that i’ve always loved. here in the city, even away from the tall skyscarper building, you aren’t able to see the…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    hidden between the shelves

    writing prompt: what do you see hidden between the shelves hidden between the shelves she lay on her little belly where no one could see. she’d be in another place than the one most would see her in. to others, she was a little girl with ponytails, glasses and a dress with jeans hiding between the shelves of the local public library. she, however, was in a world entirely of her own. where dragons breathed fire, but also help little girls find their way home. where fairies came to help you when you needed it most. where you were whisked away in the middle of the night to compete in ice skating to…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    the flowers in her hair

    prompt: she loved her garden and there was nothing she found more relaxing than spending a morning there (descriptive writing) The first beam of light for the day was shown through a window displaying a fairly moderate sized bedroom with a single bed, a desk and a couple of filled bookshelves ranging of books of all kinds. A teenage girl should live here perhaps, with her desk filled up with pencils and papers and textbooks all scattered around and Polaroid’s of a girl and her friends. Alas, the bed is made and the window seems ajar above the window, swaying back and forth by a sudden breeze. Right below seems to be…