It takes lots of practice, hard work, patience, dedication, and much luck to be a successful author. Improving on your writing takes time.
One particular person Sandy was sightseeing the city of New York. But, ants went all through her body. There were tons of them. These weren’t your ordinary ants. They disappeared deep inside her body.
She kept screaming for help and was scratching all over her body. Blood has begun to come out of her fingers, neck, and arms. She is dying. Nobody has done nothing about it, but all gasped and cried.
When all was said and done she had died from the horrors of the ants. People out of respect took pictures of the incident. Poor Sandy had seen her own death and she was just 23 years old. Gone too soon.
I am a little bit better in my writing. I am improving. I am very close to write manuscripts, but not there yet. I still make typos, publish them, and people see errors. I will not rush in my writing this time. I am still learning to write. But, my improvement is much better. I will write more short stories, but will take it easy. This time I will make sure that typos aren’t shown in my sites. I will do my best. I will make it happen, because I believe in myself.
I am happy that most of you enjoy what I write. There will be more to come soon.
Down in the dumps?
Depression controlling your life?
I have just the thing.
To be happy
you have to believe in yourself,
and invest in your willpower,
it isn’t that hard.
Think of positive thoughts,
make them grow into
a better you.
Develop your mind
that it’s strong,
but not weak.
only you matter.
Talk about good things,
and avoid talking of the negatives,
it is easy,
and not that hard.
Trust yourself that you
will do good things,
and free your inner you.
think of positive
experiences each coming day,
build on it.
You will begin to love
and bring in the good stuff,
you will do the right things.
Believe that you won’t
make any mistakes,
remember that your
mind is like a living room.
Take care of yourself,
be peaceful with people,
solve your problems,
and make them positive.
Be a happy person.
Writing with dignity heals your mind.
-Raul Conde (Writer)
Sweet Pollen (Poem)
beautiful scent carries
for bees making their pollen.
April keeps spitting out words from her mouth. She is arguing to her friends backstabbing her in her back. They made her break-up with her boyfriend. When the words absorbs into her friends bodies they begin to turn to ashes. They are at a mall in the food market.
Strangers start running for their lives. An hour later her friends are dead and gone. April begins to blame everyone in the mall. She shouts out words that come out of her mouth. The people starts turning to ashes and their blood spits everywhere. The cops try to arrest her, but she killed them all with her evil words. They explode, all their body parts and blood burst all over the place. They turn into ashes.
April went everywhere to kill all who are at the mall with the evil words. She closes all the doors with her mind. No one is safe. By the time she turned everyone to ashes she is the only one living. Everyone in the public mall are now gone, except her. She starts grinning and laughing. She is going nuts. A girl born from France did all the dirty work.
It is grandpa Crow’s final day. His granddaughter Sari knows he will no longer be here. She just turned 32 and is happily married. She only wants time with her grandfather. Crow speaks to her telling her to remember him and keep him in her heart and mind always.
It is so hard for Sari that she tears all over the floor. Crows softens her gently. She talks to him. He tells her that she loves her, and she tell him the same. Grandpa Crow has spent his last breath, and his heartbeat goes into a completely straight line.
She drops her head to the bed and starts crying constantly. But, something strange is happening. Crow’s body turns into pages, book cover, words, signed book, and etc. She held up her head and no longer saw his body. It was gone.
Sari notices an autobiography book. The title said Crow Lenders: An Autobiography by Crow Lenders. A long book of her grandfather’s entire life. She became happy. Inside there was his signed autograph. Sari feels strange but glad she has his book to remember him of his life.
She goes out to her family and tells them that her grandfather is now an autobiography book written by him. A week later, she starts reading the book. She gives it hugs and kisses.
Doyle walks outside in the streets of shame. The strangers are with wide-open grins chitty chatters by cruising all over. His smile is downwards by shedding tears of water. The tears keep coming down his rotten face image.
His fists bump all over his stomach. People grin at him all the time in a heckling motion. His body turns to leaves while all of his body parts blow in the wind. Doyle is now full of a bucket of leaves rolling all over the sky. People shout out with wild wolf noises. Doyle is now a Fall of leaves traveling in the sky passing through the crowd.
Strangers are going out in public to stores, restaurants, etc. It is a nice day right now. It is in a blue sky and white clouds. It looks as if nothing wrong will happen at this moment.
But, the sky changes into an eye with red pupils. Most people began to look suspicious at it. They begin to be concerned. The eye beams red lasers from its pupils. Strangers start to get hurt and injured. They bleed, their arms, legs, and hands fall apart.
The eye continues to destroy everything in its path. For example, buildings, streets, and strangers begin dying. Through the horror, all the people are now dead. The eye appears from a demon who wanted to do damage to this friendly town. It is now a disaster town.
The eye from the demon disappears, but the day has turned to blood red.