February's kisses

Why can't I be disturbed in peace? Disturbing thought creates another.... Why can't I be disturbed in peace? It's what I know, it's what I feel... it loves me.

Never sad. I can't seem to recall any.

Greed, hatred, and injustice are inescapable, just as empathy, love and generosity are.

Greed, hatred, and injustice is inescapable, just as empathy, love, and generosity is.

Which sentence is correct? I think the first one is but it sounds so awkward, I just had to check. Can somebody clear this up for me?

This "planet" is home of a species called novyns (no-vins).

Potential planets names are:

1) Novanah (like Nirvana, no-vah-nah)

2) Novanygh or Novanigh (no-vah-n-eye)

3) Novynah (No-vin-ah)

4) Novynigh (no-vin-eye)

Which one sounds most interesting to you? Thank you.

There were probably maybe five or six things that I did not see coming this week.

1. My sister’s death.

2. My girlfriend breaking up with me and calling my entire family “a bunch of freaks.” (It was a strange thing to call someone something that you were too).

Okay maybe only a couple mysterious things have happened this week but the most bewildering had to be the moment my parents told me I was moving to Chicago alone.

“What? I don’t even know Emily—”

“But you’ll get to know her,” my mother Claudia told me.

My eyes narrowed at her for a moment, appalled at such insanity. “Are you serious? Emily?”

“I’m serious.” Her voice got all shrilly and nervous; she knew I’d never agree to move to move all the way to Chicago with a stranger named “Emily” that probably wanted to murder me, for all I knew. “I thought you’d be happy. I mean, you get to meet your grandmother. Don’t you want to meet her? And she’s so excited to see you to and …”

I talked over her but she just kept rambling on and on and so did I. “But that’s not the point. I don’t know her. She could be homicidal, ready to kill me before I even get to Chicago. And why in the world does she live so far away? I don’t even…”

And she talked over me. The conversation went from calm to complicated to clashing. “Okay!” mom said with a frustrated wave of her hand and I silenced. She took a deep breathe. “Izzy… I know this is a lot.” She started at my embittered face for a moment and I relaxed somewhat with a sigh. She rubbed my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Yesterday You were Sad

By, February's Kisses

Yesterday you were sad

Today I am lonely

Next morn I will think of you

While I'm awakening under the sun

In your bedroom, under the moon

Of ghostly blue

Of our dead rose

That I longed to make anew

The token in your hand

That pierced you where you stood

The sickness that I took

That cuts me where I stand

When you threw our love away

And I watered it with tears

In the dark hours

When I was rot with fear

I sung myself good night

With blood and water in my eyes

Because I made you sad

But she made you happy

Your dreams won't be of me

I recall where I saw you last:

Her head on your chest

Your hand on her hair

Tonight I am cold

With your warmth that wasn't there

Yesterday the glitter

In your eyes

Died

You and I

Won't you cry

With me

But she made you happy

Well, I just want to know how atheists feel, knowing that when they die nothing happens. I mean, what's the point in living if you'll be rotting in dirt in a matter of years? Why are we even here, on this lost little planet called earth, in this continuously expanding universe? Doesn't that scare you? Knowing that there's nothing you can do about this dilemma but wait to die at any given time.

And life is beautiful. We have sex and relationships and food and the world around us (clouds, auroras, solar eclipses, etc). There's just so much beauty in this world. I mean, think about a newborn baby. They're so precious. I'm not saying that you should get into religion or anything but there has to be a designer behind this. Eternity is in our hearts and everybody knows it. I don't believe that anybody can truly be atheist and think that nothing happens after death. No offense, that's just want I believe. I'd just like an atheist honest insight. That would be much appreciated. Thanks :)

Is this a run on sentence? If so, how can I fix it.

My body lay abandoned in the grass, having fainted from an eerie dizziness that accommodated bewilderment, nausea, and an inversion of the bodily functions as if the blood flow to my heart had reversed and everything was going backwards.

And also

When the dysequilibrium declined to the point where I could moderately perceive what was going on, my heart and sweat glands grew hysterical and everything—the high and broad trees, the mansion behind me, the white fence in front of me, the incoming morning sun, the ground—suffocated me.

I want to start ballet when I can afford it, probably when I'm in college, the second year. I'm 16 so what should I do to prepare?

That are well written and interesting. Particularly fantasy, science fiction, or "strange" books, if that makes since. And what's your favorite Mark Twain book if you've ever heard of him.

I already came up with a few. I need really cruel and stupid laws that no one would want to follow like... you can't wear shoes or something like that. Something really unpleasant for a story I'm writing.

Thanks :)

I want to name it Novanah. Does it sound like how it's spelled because it's pronounced nov-ah-nah. And I know it kind of sounds like nirvana but I really like this name. I thought about Novahnos but that wasn't really what I was going for. Or Novahny but I liked Novanah better than all of them. What do you think? (And nirvana has nothing to do with this world, it just so happens to sort of rhyme, I guess).

How do you make realistic guy characters?

The guy I'm writing about is careless, rebellious, spoiled (because his parents are rich), and self-centered. But he's not happy though he gets everything he wants. I don't know if I should like fully describe his feelings or is that not "manly?" What should I do? Help me out. I'll let you read the beginning of the novel and tell me what you think. The character's name is Isidore. He was named after his mother Isidora. Alright, hope you enjoy :)

I thought about jumping off a building this morning but decided not to, mainly due to fear of dying this time. There was always this underlying terror, as I stood on edge, that the concrete ground and I would finally meet, and it smash my face in. A couple nights ago, I jumped off the roof of my school, Arnold Gregory Academy. It was 4 stories high, and when my feet had found themselves planted firmly on the ground, they shook and shriveled to the earth. My muscles ached; my heart pulsated in my chest like an accelerating muscle that was about to burst; my vision was fizzled with delirium; and my neck had to be leveled at all times because looking up or down made my forehead throb lumps of belching blood. I wanted to shoot myself in the skull, thinking that maybe blowing my brains out would get rid of the awful margarine. But it was worth it. There was a lagging afterglow that every fiber of my being clung to as if it was oxygen, something that was slipping out of my reach and if it could not be attained, I would die.

So it happened on a Monday morning. I woke up extra early for school because the ugly green ogre from slumberland decided not to bless me with its sleepy-snot. He was lazy and only cared about whether he got sleep after a long day of minimal-labor. I could force my eyes shut, but my mind was pulling an all-nighter and I was the only attendant at such party I wanted nothing to do with. Insomnia was the usual. Staring mindlessly at my bedroom door was also on the menu. It was right in front of me, so it seemed convenient to just stare at it, and get drafted away into an endless stream of thoughts that traveled its way down a sea of restlessness—a sea of knives and pitch forks and signs of protest that proclaimed “We hate Isidore!” This night was different, though. I couldn’t hold my breath til’ morning—the anxiety was suffocating—so I swung over my bedroom window like a thief in the night, and my mother’s roof garden was just above my window so she kept a ladder right next to it and I climbed it.

When I stood there on the rooftop, it was not what I expected. “The sky is low, the clouds are mean,” it felt like a cold, dark, and lonely firmament that swallowed me whole into utter desolation. Prison was right underneath my feet, and if I could just push myself to jump, I would escape Anxiety’s death-sentence but my feet were frozen in the cool of the Californian late-September. I don’t know how long I stood there, watching the blurry sky, frazzled with stars. My legs grew numb. It felt as if I were levitating in the mist of clouds, watching the city from a heavenly vantage. It was quite awake at 3 o’ clock in the morning— highways flooded with headlights, the streets streaked with cars, fluorescent hotels grooving amidst the city that stayed up a little over its proper bedtime, dazzling store-signs making the darkness look spazzed out… or maybe it was just me. The cool breeze alleviated my sweltered mind. My mind blew open and I could think rationally. It was time to go.

Can you give me a few please and tell me what you disliked about the character.

2.) Who is your favorite book character and why (please be very specific)?

3.) What concept, super power, plot, or some other element do you think is overdone in fantasy novels?

4.) Do you appreciate it when characters are brutally honest (telling all their thoughts even if it's gruesome, sexual, or painfully unpleasant)? If not, please explain why.

5.) Do you judge books on their title before you read them? If so, what are your best and worst titles you've ever come across?

6.) What do you find more interesting out of the three: a depressed character who tries to find happiness; a careless , sort of rebellious character who learns to tone it down a bit and be more responsible (discovering this through trials and unexpected experiences); or a character that is happy but suddenly something dramatic happened and things are suddenly suspenseful instead of happy-go-lucky?

7.) What do you find highly overrated in young adult novels?

Thank you :)

Can you give me a few please and tell me what you disliked about the character.

2.) Who is your favorite book character and why (please be very specific)?

3.) What concept, super power, plot, or some other element do you think is overdone in fantasy novels?

4.) Do you appreciate it when characters are brutally honest (telling all their thoughts even if it's gruesome, sexual, or painfully unpleasant)? If not, please explain why.

5.) Do you judge books on their title before you read them? If so, what are your best and worst titles you've ever come across?

6.) What do you find more interesting out of the three: a depressed character who tries to find happiness; a careless , sort of rebellious character who learns to tone it down a bit and be more responsible (discovering this through trials and unexpected experiences); or a character that is happy but suddenly something dramatic happened and things are suddenly suspenseful instead of happy-go-lucky?

7.) What do you find highly overrated in young adult novels?

Thank you :)

Can you give me a description of what it (they) is (are) please? Thanks :)

What do you have to do to get your novel labeled as "classic?" What does that mean anyway? Please give me a lot of information if you don't mind. Thank you :)

How would you want it to start?

What are your pet peeves in regards to writing?

What do you love to see in writing?

Who are you favorite authors and why?

What is the best element to you of a book: romance, comedy, mystery, etc.?

What would make you put down a book as soon as you read that specific part?

What do you appreciate seeing (that most novelist do not do) when reading a novel?

I'm writing a novel and I like researching things. Thanks if you don't mind answering the questions :)