thescribblingy

I'm bored and don't feel like doing homework, so I'll put random crap on here. I guess it's not really crap, but I talk weird. In Creative Writing, our teacher made us write all sorts of short stories. It was quite fun. So here's a weird little myth I wrote in an hour or so about why penguins swim. Not my best work, but whatever. I don't really care right now. Once the penguin was sad, but now he is a happy penguin.            Once, all birds flew, soaring high in the air for all to see. The Sky gazed upon them with pleasure, as they dipped and dived. The Ground watched them land upon her face before taking off again.            Overtim

So I haven't posted anything on here because I'm too embarrassed about my stuff to put it online. Well, here's a poem I wrote in Creative Writing Class. We were studying dialogue poems and I found this one funny. The man is the more left aligned text, the sock the far right and the shoe is the more centered text. Face it, you'd be offended too if you were the shoe. Where have you run to?                        I'll never tell you. Where have you run to? The laundry basket? The basement floor? In the flowerbed?                        You can't make me talk! Here you are, my lost sock, Hiding beneath my bed.                        N