Yellow everyone, I am Elizabee and I like to write for fun as a hobby. This year I have challenged myself to write a short story every single day. I would love for you to join me as I share this writing adventure with you all :)
Final Thoughts Oh my gosh I made it! I managed to write something everyday for an entire year! I’ll admit there are times when I wanted to stop, but I also wanted to keep going and not give up. Burnout is so real though, and it hit hard multiple times throughout the year. I am proud that I did it though, no matter how challenging it was some nights. I may not be proud of every single piece that I wrote, but I am happy with a lot of them. It is more the fact I was able to push myself to just write something, whether it was good or bad, that makes me the most proud. It has been a good experience though, coming up with something new every night. It challenged my creativity while also helping to develop my writing style. It gave me a chance to play around with different genres and styles of writing that I might not have done before. I am excited however for next year where I plan to continue writing, (maybe not every single day) and also work on editing and planning ahead. I ...
Thief of the Night Princess Ardwina had everything. She lived in a giant castle, had all the ball gowns, dresses, and jewelry she could ever desire, and her family was always close by. She never needed to work as everything was done for her. Her life was basically perfect. Just not for her. Spoiled as she may be, she knew that everything had been handed to her all her life. She did nothing to earn her place, her riches. She wanted to make something of her life, like the commoners of the villages, she wanted to do something, get her own gold and riches, something she had earned. As a princess she was not allowed to work like the people of the village. Her place was in the castle, tending to the formalities of a princesses life. No matter how deep her desire to be normal like her people she never could. So she found another way, a way to make her own money, a way to obtain riches that weren’t simply handed to her on a silver platter. Thievery. During the day her royal dutie...
The Floor is Lava “Mommy, why is that cloud so dark?” She quickly grabs her young daughter, eyes peeled to the darkness above, “That isn’t a cloud Lyla.” Her pace quickens with her daughter secured in her arms, bouncing up and down as she runs. Overhead a large cloudlike figure begins to cover the entire sky. Everyone under the dark cloud panics, running for cover, all knowing the pain that is about to come. The dark cloud stops as all the light is squeezed out of sight. “What’s happening mommy?” the little girl says with tears in her eyes. “I love you Lyla,” her mother says, squeezing her tight as they hide inside a nearby building. A loud thundering noise comes from outside followed by loud thuds on the ground, tearing the roads to pieces. Heavy metal rods descend swiftly from the dark cloud above, plunging deep into the earth. Giant cracks begin to form all over the earth, lava slowly seeping through them. The mother covers her daughters ears to try and...
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