wordsmith12

20 years old
from Marietta, GA

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    • 4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      Finally made my Christmas list! Music, movies, books, clothes, and games. And a new computer to CAD and play those games on. I have my fingers crossed!

    • 4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      I just got of school and in thirty minutes I will be home drinking hot cocoa. smiley0.gif

    • 4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      So I desperately want to play Dragon Age: Inquisition, but I doubt that my dad would let me play it because of the M rating. Same with GTA V. And so many other games. This is one of the reasons I want to get to college sooner than the two years of high school I have left.

    • 4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      It cleared up! I can hear again! This is glorious.

    • 4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      For some reason my ear feels like it's filled with cotton balls. It's weird and won't go away. Maybe it will go away later or I can figure out how to make it do so once I get home.

    • Who am I?

      4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      I've had a cookie cake since last Thursday and haven't eaten a single bite of it. This isn't like me. Who am I?

    • Sweaters, Jumpers, Whatever You Call Them

      4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      I could wear these things all the time. Scarves and sweaters are the best. Reason #1 why I love fall and winter. I can bundle up without sweating buckets.

    • So, I'm Writing a Book

      4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      These are the first few paragraphs. Enjoy:

      The pre-dawn twilight hung low over the city. Anyone who was awake at that moment would have felt a calm anticipation, as the sparsely populated streets waited for dawn to draw back the sheet and show her face. As the first workers began to drift out of their homes and towards the subway, on the way to prepare the city for the daily organized chaos it knew so well, a lone girl stepped out of the shadows. The jeans she wore were tattered and dirty. The jacket she wore was a faded maroon, but if one bothered to look closely one would see specks of vibrant red and a few faint letters from the name of some school which no longer remembered that the girl had ever roamed its halls. The backpack which she had slung over one shoulder was yellow. On anyone else, the bag would have made one noticeable in the sea of suits and "I love NY' t-shirts. Yet somehow the bright color added to her invisibility, just another teenager who wasn't grown up enough to know that it was okay to blend in.

      She walked down the wide sidewalk. Her hood was drawn over her eyes, and she seemed fascinated by her feet. No one could see her face as she meandered through the dark shadows of the buildings. The shadows made her more invisible than her clothing ever would. No one ever looked her in the eye when she walked like this, hiding under the thick fabric. No one ever looked into eyes they couldn't see. The girl walked like this every day. She didn't need to hide, for she had nothing to hide from. She walked like this so that they wouldn't see her coming.

      They didn't have a name. They were the criminals. The people who destroyed for their own personal gain. The people who no one caught before it was too late. Oftentimes it was too late for something destroyed. A building burned to charcoal. A priceless gem snatched and sold to a warlord. A fortune stolen and used to buy drugs. But these were the least of their evils. A building could be rebuilt. Another gem could be found. A new fortune could be earned. Sometimes they stole people. They tore them from life with a bullet, a knife, a crowbar, a pool. A building's edge, a hand, and a concrete sidewalk. Broken hearts and shattered brains. Some are buried while the rest stay, never quite healing. The girl didn't know how it felt to have an open wound. This wasn't an act of vengeance. Sometimes the reason why she went after them puzzled even the girl. She was no saint. Yet there had been something about the way that mother had screamed as she saw her son being taken to a hospital, his still warm body shrouded in black. That something had tugged at her heartstrings that day as she ambled past, and kept playing that somber tune even in this moment as the sun peeked over the horizon.

      She would have done something normal like serving at a soup kitchen or picking up trash at a park. She'd always wanted to help. Perhaps she would have done those things if she hadn't turned right instead of left. Hadn't decided to play hookie and roam the city instead of trudging to school. Hadn't walked down Mulberry street on her way to her favorite Italian cafe, where she'd planned to get a cannoli. There were so many what-ifs about that day, so many crossroads. If she had taken the road more traveled by, her life might have been normal. But that was only a maybe.

    • Yay!

      4 years ago

      wordsmith12

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      I'm sixteen now. Yay to another year on this planet!
      Luckily this was not my birthday cake:
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    • 4 years ago

      wordsmith12

      My mother died three years ago. And I'm crying buckets (ugly crying) right now because I was looking at some family photos and I realized how much I miss her.
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      She was my hero. My everything. I had 13 years with her and she's gone and sometimes I just don't know how to keep moving without her.

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