Shishosetsu IIShishosetsu II
Yes, theres a number two. Believe it or not, I found more things about myself to talk about. I dont know whether its modesty or just honesty that drives me to say Im not a very interesting person but, given the chance to, I always see something to give an opinion on. I guess I should keep a blog or a diary. Well, perhaps a diary. Theres no point in a blog if people dont read it thats what its there for, right? and I learnt through several years of blogging that no-one was really interested in what I had to say. Fair enough, I probably wasnt saying anything very interesting anyway. Got up, went to school/university, ate some ravioli, came home, went online, wrote blog. End of post. End of life, really, I dont do much else on a regular basis, give or take the few other activities Ill substitute the internet with. Its not fasci
I dare to presume, as a shishosetsu is also termed the I-novel, that I can write one in first person. Writing like this, Ive often felt, is somewhat self-indulgent a very good way for clearing ones head before writing fiction, but definitely not a form one would put up for general consumption yet after having a whole class on it in creative writing I have realised that people have published work like this, written whole books on it even.
No, dont worry, Im not writing a book. Ive hardly lived long enough or done enough that I can remember for that.
Ill begin, she says after one-hundred words or so, by stating that now, right at this moment, I am happy. Perhaps happy is too strong of a word; content may be more accurate. Naturally there are many things in my life that could be improved. Arent there always? For a start I could curb my
It was a rare, almost unheard of moment when Felix simply sat. Not silent because his mouth was filled with taffy, bubblegum or some other form of sugar coated decadence, nor because hed been punished by Vyvian for a childish misdemeanour. Felix Armand Fabrizio was sitting still, of his own accord, and thinking quietly. Vyvian had almost had a heart attack. Felix hadnt noticed, instead letting loose a quiet sigh of melancholy. Noting the decadent language of this piece of writing, along with her adopted childs sudden bout of effeminate emotions, Vyvian promptly decided that she wanted little to do with a fanfic of this nature and made herself scarce. This, having removed the one character who may have given young Felix and form of advice on the matter, leaves the story quite open to the problems the boys dilemma would open.
Felix didnt notice his mother leave. He sighed again, changin
Volcano - SnippetVolcano - Snippet
The air was making her nauseous but it hardly mattered now. Shed come so far, pushed so many people away from her that it hardly mattered that here, on the very edge of hell itself, the toxins that swirled around were visible, blending together like dye on the water. It was rather funny; shed walked across the world to find this very place only to find out that it didnt really exist. Technically. Or it hadnt. Volcanoes didnt just appear out of no-where, ready simmering like a hot-pot lying in wait for offerings of dumplings and scraps of meat. No, volcanoes took years and years of eruptions to
Her fifth year geography lesson resounded through her skull and she decided to stop thinking. Mrs Andersons monotone voice was the last thing she wanted to listen to as she stumbled down the crumbling slopes. Why was she being so careful? A slip, some scrapes and a small fall