Now, i have very little motivation right now. So I'm legit going to write a mini book about creative writing. I know i have, Artists In Our Own Way, and Gods Fight. But i can't find inspiration for those two stories right now. Like i had an amazing idea for Gods Fights, and suddenly it was gone. I just can't think of anything. So i'm going to just do this as a help for inspiration. As i find inspiration by doing creative writing. And if i can kinda write this okay, then boom. Inspiration. Also sorry. I'm sappy and a bad writer!!
Quinn looked outside the window, behind the curtains, her smooth olive hand collided with the silky blue curtain as she pulled it back to see the outside world. Not much was going on, Quinn sighed as she watched the rain fall, continuously. It sounded like a song beat. Beautiful, but sad. She hummed. As she tore the curtain back over the window, she heard a, Smack. She reponed the curtain, to see a little crack forming on the window. She traced her finger over the crack. She froze, as a shiver was sent through her finger and amongst her body. She looked back through the window, to see a boy, around her age, running over to a small basketball rolling around the driveway. "Ah... thats what happened." Quinn muttered to herself, looking back to the crack. Suddenly, she noticed the boy walking over to the door, watching him carefully, she decided to take her eyes off him and ran down to the door.
The boy looked at the door, as he slid his finger upon the doorbell, he was soaking, and cold. He looked little like Shawn Mendes, except his hair was a lighter shade of brown and his eyes were a deep green. Plus he was soaking wet, from the rain that had poured upon him. The boy was startled as he was tracing the lines on his basketball when a girl opened the door, poking her head out. The boy examined her. She was wearing a gray cropped sweater and ripped jeans. Her hair was tied back into french braids. Her eyes were a deep and beautiful gray, and here hair was a soft blond. From his point of view, she was beautiful. In Quinns eyes, she was a monstrosity. She was very insecure about her looks. "Can i help you..." Quinn said, staring at boy. "Oh um... I just... wanted to apologise for hitting your window." The boy grinned sheepishly. "I'm Evan, by the way." He smiled, holding his hand out. The girl rejected his hand, and replied, lowering her voice. "No damage was done....My names Quinn." She half lied, thinking about the crack she traced her fingers upon. The boy akwardly withdrew his hand and smiled. "See you around." He smiled, and bounced off towards the hoop next door. "Ugh... new neighbours." Quinn sighed to herself.
Evan eventually went back inside, as the rain slowly turned to a small thunder storm. He was shivering from the cold. "Evan! You're going to get... hypo.. hy.... hypogermia!" A small girl looked up at the boy. "Hypothermia, Ella. Anyway, I'm fine. Just wet." Evan smiled, ruffling the girls hair. "Hmph! Mommy said..." Evan cut of the girl. "Yes, 'Mommy' said. You're my sister Ella. Not mom." He grinned, running upstairs and shut the door behind him. He immediately changed clothes and dried his hair, yet he was still cold. He sighed, and begun thinking of the girl, Quinn. He smiled, and lay down on his bed, and opened up his phone.
Quinn looked up from the computer and rested her eyes on the clock. "2am?" She muttered. She quickly scanned the writing upon the computer. "Its not good enough!" She shouted. Suddenly she felt flustered as she heard a gentle voice at the door. "Darling... go to bed.... its 2am and you're back to school on Monday. Get back into the habit." A tired yet gentle vocie drifted off as the night went on. Quinn sighed. "I might aswell." She sighed. She tucked herself into the fluffy white sheets, and her purple blanket neatly folded ontop. She smiled as she drifted into the dream world.
Evan looked up at his alarm, he squinted his eyes, as the sun had begun pouring through the window, blinding him. He suddenly snapped into reality. 7am. He groaned. "Basketball...." he sighed. He neatly slid out of the bed and washed himself quickly, before diving into the world we call, "Socail Media". He looked through his messages, and took a sigh. He hated this place. Evan never asked his parents to pick him up and say, "Guess what? We're moving!" And five hours later they're on a plane to America. Or as his little sister called it, "Trumpland". He ran dowstairs quickly. Though he liked the layout of the house and the place in general. He didn't want to go back to school as the "new kid" or have no friends. He sighed at thought, as he pulled out a cereal box. He looked around for a second and thought, 'Since when is it quiet in our family?' And sat up. Suddenly he turned to see his parents, and his little sisters face. "Surprise!" He heard his sister say. "..What?" Evan looked confused and looked to the calendar. August 27th, Sunday. "Its your birthday idiot, god." His sister facepalmed, and gave a small wink. He couldn't help but smile. Unfortunately he realised where he was now, so his smile faded quickly. "Thanks guys." Evan sighed. He looked to his sister, who handed him a card. '17 and Still a disappointment' it read. "Thanks Ella!" He said sarcastically. "Turn it around." She said sweetly. Evans smile reappeared as he read the cards front. 'For a new beginning, with my favourite brother.' Ella smiled at him. "You're quite the artist! But you could be a better swimmer. If you went swimming twice a week." He joked. "God, i still hate you." She muttered, running off. Evan grinned. For a twelve year old. She wasn't a huge idiot, he thought. He opened the card to see a bunch of signatures, and a small message in it. It was all his class mates signatures and the message wrote 'Always go to sleep with a dream, and wake up with a purpose. And remember us, as a new purpose to wake up too.' It had a winky face at the side. "Ahh Ella, sappy as ever." He smiled and went upstairs and lay down, with the card close to his chest.
Quinn looked outside the window, behind the curtains, her smooth olive hand collided with the silky blue curtain as she pulled it back to see the outside world. Not much was going on, Quinn sighed as she watched the rain fall, continuously. It sounded like a song beat. Beautiful, but sad. She hummed. As she tore the curtain back over the window, she heard a, Smack. She reponed the curtain, to see a little crack forming on the window. She traced her finger over the crack. She froze, as a shiver was sent through her finger and amongst her body. She looked back through the window, to see a boy, around her age, running over to a small basketball rolling around the driveway. "Ah... thats what happened." Quinn muttered to herself, looking back to the crack. Suddenly, she noticed the boy walking over to the door, watching him carefully, she decided to take her eyes off him and ran down to the door.
The boy looked at the door, as he slid his finger upon the doorbell, he was soaking, and cold. He looked little like Shawn Mendes, except his hair was a lighter shade of brown and his eyes were a deep green. Plus he was soaking wet, from the rain that had poured upon him. The boy was startled as he was tracing the lines on his basketball when a girl opened the door, poking her head out. The boy examined her. She was wearing a gray cropped sweater and ripped jeans. Her hair was tied back into french braids. Her eyes were a deep and beautiful gray, and here hair was a soft blond. From his point of view, she was beautiful. In Quinns eyes, she was a monstrosity. She was very insecure about her looks. "Can i help you..." Quinn said, staring at boy. "Oh um... I just... wanted to apologise for hitting your window." The boy grinned sheepishly. "I'm Evan, by the way." He smiled, holding his hand out. The girl rejected his hand, and replied, lowering her voice. "No damage was done....My names Quinn." She half lied, thinking about the crack she traced her fingers upon. The boy akwardly withdrew his hand and smiled. "See you around." He smiled, and bounced off towards the hoop next door. "Ugh... new neighbours." Quinn sighed to herself.
Evan eventually went back inside, as the rain slowly turned to a small thunder storm. He was shivering from the cold. "Evan! You're going to get... hypo.. hy.... hypogermia!" A small girl looked up at the boy. "Hypothermia, Ella. Anyway, I'm fine. Just wet." Evan smiled, ruffling the girls hair. "Hmph! Mommy said..." Evan cut of the girl. "Yes, 'Mommy' said. You're my sister Ella. Not mom." He grinned, running upstairs and shut the door behind him. He immediately changed clothes and dried his hair, yet he was still cold. He sighed, and begun thinking of the girl, Quinn. He smiled, and lay down on his bed, and opened up his phone.
Quinn looked up from the computer and rested her eyes on the clock. "2am?" She muttered. She quickly scanned the writing upon the computer. "Its not good enough!" She shouted. Suddenly she felt flustered as she heard a gentle voice at the door. "Darling... go to bed.... its 2am and you're back to school on Monday. Get back into the habit." A tired yet gentle vocie drifted off as the night went on. Quinn sighed. "I might aswell." She sighed. She tucked herself into the fluffy white sheets, and her purple blanket neatly folded ontop. She smiled as she drifted into the dream world.
Evan looked up at his alarm, he squinted his eyes, as the sun had begun pouring through the window, blinding him. He suddenly snapped into reality. 7am. He groaned. "Basketball...." he sighed. He neatly slid out of the bed and washed himself quickly, before diving into the world we call, "Socail Media". He looked through his messages, and took a sigh. He hated this place. Evan never asked his parents to pick him up and say, "Guess what? We're moving!" And five hours later they're on a plane to America. Or as his little sister called it, "Trumpland". He ran dowstairs quickly. Though he liked the layout of the house and the place in general. He didn't want to go back to school as the "new kid" or have no friends. He sighed at thought, as he pulled out a cereal box. He looked around for a second and thought, 'Since when is it quiet in our family?' And sat up. Suddenly he turned to see his parents, and his little sisters face. "Surprise!" He heard his sister say. "..What?" Evan looked confused and looked to the calendar. August 27th, Sunday. "Its your birthday idiot, god." His sister facepalmed, and gave a small wink. He couldn't help but smile. Unfortunately he realised where he was now, so his smile faded quickly. "Thanks guys." Evan sighed. He looked to his sister, who handed him a card. '17 and Still a disappointment' it read. "Thanks Ella!" He said sarcastically. "Turn it around." She said sweetly. Evans smile reappeared as he read the cards front. 'For a new beginning, with my favourite brother.' Ella smiled at him. "You're quite the artist! But you could be a better swimmer. If you went swimming twice a week." He joked. "God, i still hate you." She muttered, running off. Evan grinned. For a twelve year old. She wasn't a huge idiot, he thought. He opened the card to see a bunch of signatures, and a small message in it. It was all his class mates signatures and the message wrote 'Always go to sleep with a dream, and wake up with a purpose. And remember us, as a new purpose to wake up too.' It had a winky face at the side. "Ahh Ella, sappy as ever." He smiled and went upstairs and lay down, with the card close to his chest.
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