reading

How many good reasons are there to read something else, instead of writing my next chapter? This is why I walk to my desk in the darkness, writing at midnight ...

 Type of reader poem

I am the type of reader who likes to read in a shady quiet area. I read a lot of books like mysteries and scary stories that don’t scare me.

I am the type of reader who doesn’t like stories when each chapter goes to a whole entire different scene. Read more »

 Type of reader poem

I am the type of reader who likes to read in a shady quiet area. I read a lot of books like mysteries and scary stories that don’t scare me.

I am the type of reader who doesn’t like stories when each chapter goes to a whole entire different scene. Read more »

I don’t normally read obsessively or a lot, but when I read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, my mom had to pry me away from the book because I had to go to bed. When I did go to bed, I lay there just thinking about the book and what was going to happen next. It was one of the few books that I’ve read for amusement on a gorgeous sunny Saturday, literally the whole Saturday. The story is action-packed and is almost always moving. It blends action and adventure with the perfect touch of science fiction and love brilliantly together to make a genius novel. Read more »

I don’t know why, but I want to write about reading well books, okay books and reading. I never use to read but then I read Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. It made me realize reading can be fun. It can take you to worlds unknown. Maybe mystery, or fantasy, possibly romance. My favorite genre is fantasy. It always makes me wonder. After reading a fantasy book I usually end up talking to inanimate objects or my pets, hoping that the book was real, and I had a pet Dragon or my cat was really a ninja. Books can be an experience to get your imagination out to the world. Read more »

Here is MY opinion on a few things:

1. Reading
People don't read enough. They just don't read anymore. (Not talking to everyone, just the people that DON'T read) Either that, or they read books WAY below their level. SOME people read a pretty good amount, like everyday. Then others, read all the time! Which is great! Even reading once or more a day is great! But people just HATE reading! I read last year (in 4th grade) and the year before, read ALL the Harry Potter books, and they are on like a 7th & 8th grade level! I LOVE reading!

2. Excercise Read more »

Sorry for my total lack of YWP-ness. There is literally no spare second of my days/ weeks that I can possibly do something besides homework/ school/ practice/ sleeping. Ugh. But anyway, for AP English, we've been practicing writing college essays.

Prompt: Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence.

Sorry for the lame title. Read more »

I really cannot think of a title for this that I'm satisfied with. Ideas?

Type and time drift past
My face, illuminating my
Head with
Shards of thoughts,
Woven threads of
Waking dreams
Twined with paper and
Imagination.
I can taste the
Power, contained in
The simple sentences which can
Change a life,
Unravel doubt,
Free the
World.

The pages,
Aching with
The glorious scent of
Words and
Futures and
Pasts and
Wishes,
Flood my senses and
Engross me in the
Mismatched flow of
Time.
They taunt me,
Words just out of
Reach among the futures
And unknowns,
Daring me to
Read
More.

Can't you just feel
The words flying onto the paper?
Crawling,
Delightfully tickling your fingertips
With their mysterious, ancient feeling
That smells vaguely of ink,
Reminds me a little of time,
A bit of a clock, ticking towards the hour,
Maybe just barely makes me think of sand,
Gradually draining through an hourglass.
Can't you just smell
The very essence of English in your hands
As you wield the pen,
Shake out the dusty,
Book-scented pages
That smell of paper
And time, again,
And ink and thoughts and suspense and love
With a spice of jealously,
Regret,
Joy, despair, discovery, and hope mixed in?
Can't you just sense
The very joy of living?
As you run your word-stained fingers
Along the thought-stained lines
That someone wrote,
Someone read.
Maybe it was you.

In the very core of the words,
The pages,
The world-scented papers,
Can't you just smell
The salty tang of the sea?
And taste
A blueberry pancake, Read more »