Lifting my head out of my book, I looked out the window. It was dark. I was puzzled. Last I checked it was the beginning of sunset. I looked up at the clock. The time read 10:25. I set down my book and walked over to the window. I put my hand up against the glass. It was cold. As I opened the window, the cool air seemed to brush up against me with a friendly greeting. I shivered. Walking over to my closet, I grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it over my head.Going barefoot, i climbed out the window. I stood on the roof and shoved my hands into my pockets. I walked over to the edge where a tree stood. I climbed onto the tree and started to decend. When i reached the bottom i jumped and landed on the cool grassy foor. It was decorated with dew that glistened in the moonlight. I walked around to the front of the house. I looked up at the dark night sky. I couldn't see much because the trees were blocking most of my view. I walked over to the street. I looked up at the shining, starry night sky. I layed down and stared up at the amazing shimmering sight that rested above my head. It took my breath away...
When I was younger I used to love the night and I thought it was beautiful... right now it actually terrfies me (I know thats sad) but anyway this was a nice little stroy and it creates a nice vivid image in the readers head. You also did a great job with the details.
I really like this, I feel like I know it. I used to love venturing outwards, just a little, on nights I couldn't sleep. It made me feel as though I was the only person in the world still awake xP
This brings it back, it's nice.
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One could say this is a page from a story, but it is not complete enough to be called a story. I loved the read anyway. You have a talent for painting lovely pictures of your environment, or at least the environment of the character in your story. It would be nice to see the rest of the pages of this story.
I love the night, the stars... it just makes me happy. There's beautiful imagery in this piece. Reading this just gave me the image of millions of stars gleaming overhead, where I live I don't see too many stars. Constructive critism that I think my English teacher would be proud if I gave: The sentences are very simple, there aren't any compound sentences or independant/dependant clauses. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed this but maybe instead of "I walked around to the front of the house. I looked up at the dark night sky." Maybe you could say: Walking to the front of the house I gazed at the dark night sky." Just to make it more interesting :) I really loved this though.
I enjoyed this piece so much I've decided to store it into my library just in case a there comes a night where I feel appreciative of it. I, as a writer, desiring inspiration receives much of it from the night. I love its glorious most treasured pearl rolling around in the great expanse.
As for the piece, I loved the diction. The words illustrate an anticipated joy to arrive and resonates a mood of appreciation for our beautiful nature. Its simple, and wonderfully written.
You have taken my breath away by the ability to see the beauty of simplicity. When even the smallest most simplest things are valued in your spirit, your considerations of these moments, these timeless emotions that bare thought are the key to unlocking what you may seek and your existance will become more than simplicity. it will become your truth.
Wonderful write.
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