I have written about three pages: Below is my first paragraph, i think if you read it you will understand what i mean about not knowing where it is going... Let me know what you guys think...
Life is a strange dream full of Hope and Illness, Love and Death, Kindness and pain, Famine and War. We float through life void of most emotions until something happens until; we are touched by light or faith, our choice or is it? Most people don’t have a reason most people don’t know why they are here and the people who do know don’t want to know. They don’t care enough or don’t know how to face the decisions to come. Where as some have it thrust upon them and these are the ones who often save our world, our separate, pitiful lives. These are the people who make a difference; who change the world. People believe that one day the world will end and we will all die our separate deaths, the world will end and we will sink in to emptiness. People believe this because they don’t give a shit about the people around them, the people they don’t know. But every day the world ends for someone, every day someone dies, some ones family is broken into shards of fragile glass. Every day the world is ending in a continuous stream of death and famine, fire and destruction, Pain and War. We can’t stop it any more than we could stop living, stop breathing, and stop thinking.
I want to be a writer when I grow up and that paragraph was amazing! When you get your book done can I read it? What will it be called? Share your writing wisdom. ((Ok that last part was kind of random but seriously how do you write like that?))
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