I got shortlisted for the young novelist award I entered!!! :)
I was picked in the top ten, and now I find out my fate in the positions next week. I could either come first, second or third or neither. Either way, I will be very proud of myself. To have beaten over 100 people to the top 10 is a huge accomplishment, especially when I had so much work to do in so little time.
On other news related to writing, I have my first English literature exam today, which I’m really nervous about. I have to answer 2 essay questions on to To Kill A Mockingbird and one on unseen poetry.
Wish me luck for both challenges!
This spring was the kind that could apologise for the winter and you’d gladly accept it. The heat was promising, radiating high temperatures at noon and sprinkling sunlight over the Valley, turning it emerald due to the flourishing greenery. Flowers of all kinds were appearing as if they had never left, and as the orange leaves disintegrated into the blooming soil, they grew back on every oak and pine tree as they promised they would.
Extract from ‘The Art Of Forgetting
“When I was five, When I was ten, When I was fourteen, When I was sixteen, When I was twenty, When I was older So I let you go
I would look across the church hall
And catch your eight-year-old eyes
Boring into mine.
I used to sing loudly in the church choir
And somehow I heard your thirteen-year-old voice
Singing along with me
I would pray to God
That your seventeen-year-old self
Would like me back
I made love to your nineteen-year-old soul
In the backrooms of a cathedral
I would christen a child
As family members watched and celebrated
I would kiss her blessed cheeks
And shower her with holy love
I would wonder why
Your twenty-three-year-old arms
Were not cradling her too
I just realised that if there was a God
He certainly didn’t want us to be together
I lived, and Good Lord,
I let you go.”
“When I was five,
When I was ten,
When I was fourteen,
When I was sixteen,
When I was twenty,
When I was older
So I let you go
Warona J, ‘Church’
My biggest dream…
I think my biggest dream at the moment is to publish my first novel, available for the masses to buy/read. I want to be able to entertain you guys like I have been entertained all my life. I want to be on the other side of the inspiration.
I hope one of my books makes it to a store shelf one day.
Watch this space John Green! (haha, just kidding) :)
If somebody tells you they love you for the first time, watch how their pupils dilate and feel how their heart beats in their chest. Check the speed of each breath they take, and feel the temperature of their flushed cheeks. Hold their sweaty palms and calm their jittering fingers. Tell them you love them too, and watch them smile with elation. Tell them you love them and mean it, because that smile is fragile. You could ruin their happiness within a matter of a plain, over-used lie. They will hold onto those three words forever.
I prefer cigarettes
Because inhaling and exhaling
Was never enough.
Filling my lung with empty, transparent promises
Only left me decieved,
I wanted to take a deep breath
And blow the sorrows out of my chest.
I wanted to observe the pain
Flow like silver curls
Into the air.
I prefer cigarettes
Because I wanted to feel like
I was actually breathing
For a reason.
The promise of Marlboro Golds
We woke up a couple of hours,Groggy and dazed. You had never looked so vulnerable Protection.
Dust floated in the air,
Illuminated by the warm morning sunlight
In the window opposite.
I woke up first,
Looking over your sleeping body.
Unless you were sleeping.
The way your lashes flickered lightly
And your dark hair flowed along the pillow
Despite the strong masculinity you held,
You just looked like a child
And I loved those sides of you.
The side where I felt like you could protect me easily
And the side where I felt like you needed just as much
We woke up a couple of hours,Groggy and dazed.
You had never looked so vulnerable
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?
Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.