At the beginning, I didn't know. And it seems like when you don't know you lean towards No. But I wanted to be bold. I wanted to be remembered. I wanted to tell stories to my kids and family later in life.
Write a haiku describing one word. A haiku is a very short poem with three lines in it. The first line has five sylables, the second has seven, and the third has five.
You are at a restaurant and you finished eating and they asked you to pay you gave them your credit card and they told you It was expired and you had nothing else to pay with what would you do?
If you see this piece: Write a letter to someone you don't know very well, or just someone you want to tell something (but don't put their name, you can write dear friend or just hi) and post it on Young Writers Project.
I guess I just thought that I could tell you because you don't know me. And it's easier to take criticism from people you don't know. I never meant it to be a school thing, And that's why I haven't written since March.
Her kisses fell upon my cheeks, as I felt her scrawny body beneath my hands. Smaller than a girl of 9 should be. Her pajamas for tonight scratched against my arms as I hugged her. Fluent Spanish filled my ears, as her soft voice spoke.
April 25, 2019 *ahem* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?
The door shuts behind as Mom and Dad leave for their "special night out", leaving me with my naughty little sister. I turn to her, putting my hands on my hips.