the world that within wewe live

where thousands of generations came to begin

this is what you've done with your life

rulers and dictators only to strife

look around at this mess wewe made

the world as we know it soon will fade

peace slipping in this filfthy decade

we have created a monster that is now unstoppable

and monster thy name is man.

Please leave a maoni telling me what wewe think :)

This isn't my best work though
P.S i had to put all the extra spaces in cause it wouldn't let me post it cause it was to short

Zerea looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she had to be somewhere but it didn't seem important. She just stared. Her hair wasn't blond and it wasn't brown, it's was a mixs of both and on her it didn't look good. Her skin was to dark for her hair and her eyeswere so dark they looked black. She saw her high cheek Bones and her thin juu lip and full bottom. She didn't like it. She didn't like how her shoulders hunched au how her chest was flat and her stomach puffed out a little. Her hips were wide and her legs thin. She remembered where she had to be and didn't care. There was a knock at her front door
"Dont answer that!" she yelled at her older brother.
He listened to her and stopped.
The boy sat outside, knocked three zaidi times and sat on their frort step for 40 minutes.
She found nothing pretty about herself
He found everything.

I got this from a small clip off the Internet that I thought was cute. maoni plz and read some of my other articles? Thx

His hand gripping my wrist felt like a tanuri, joko closed on my hand. I jerked away from him in shock and pain. I creased my brows wordlessly.
" I'm sorry" he said, looking nervous and abashed.
I shook my head slowly taking in the brown hair, blue eyes, 6'3 guy before me. Owen bit his lip.
I took a deep breathe and held it in for some time, then exhaled and I saw him stiffen as my breathe carresed his flawless tanned face.
"Rose? Look at me." Owen demanded
I did and I...ran. Ran from him, from my terrior, from my feelings, from anything I could. I wanted to keep running forever, far away from him and life and anything in particular. My blood pounded, I couldn't keep running because I was stupid and human...and I knew he had had no trouble keeping up... I hated him

okay so i wanna b a writer when i go up, so tell me if this would b a good story... this girl and boy were bestfriends since they were in third grade. and the girl and the boy r nvr anything but friends. then when they r in eigth grade the boys parents get in a big car accident and die. the boy cant stand the lose and he starts drinking and smoking and uigizaji weird, his older brother doesnt know what to do so he sends he to a reform school for a year. the boys best friend waits for him but when the mwaka is up they get news that the boy must stay there another mwaka and a half for beating another kid. they both change dramatically in 2 and a half years. the girl changes schools and has a terrible past only her new best friend knows about, and the boy is haunted kwa his old ways. once he is out he goes and looks for the girls but when he finds her she is...differnet. she looks like a girly girl, her bf is overprotective...and she hates him. the whole story comes to a tear jerking endding.

Every book wewe read has a different style of writing. It's the way people write, the way they paint that image in your head. No voice is the same. No voice should be copied. If wewe do not come up with your own style, then how will wewe come up with your own, unique plot?

wewe don't need to think about this "voice". When wewe write, it automatically comes to you. Don't try and make a good voice, because it will come out all wrong.

It will come naturally to you, and then if it is good, then wewe know wewe have a natural gift. Some people have to tweak their style a little, but never a lot.

This may sound a bit confusing, but when au if wewe ever get to that stage, you'll understand.