1.A single word can
Engulf the whole world in flames
Be careful with words

2. Silence can be good
But it is not when one should
Speak loud for the right

I have been reading baout writing novels and I realized that I had to rewrite this one in the view of one character, and also have a good plotline. Here is what I've started so far:

Nothing will fit,
I must admit,
The pieces to the puzzle,
Go in bit by bit,
The flame is not lit,
I just can't quit,
Looking for the answers,
Bit by bit,
The pieces still don't fit,
The answers remain hidden,
The flame is still unlit,
Nothing to do but,
Sit, sit, sit.

Incased in snow,
No one knows,
How she got there,
Where she will go,
Born into ice,
Nothing will sufice,
To sooth her pain,
There is no such device,
Nothing can set her free,
For you see,
Her love for the world,
For you and me,
Must remain hidden,
Nothing will sufice,
But to be incased in snow,
and hidden in ice.

I accompanied my dad while he went Christmas shopping for my brothers at "Cabela's, the world's foremost hunting outfitter." Hunting is not exactly my cup of tea. It was not fun to spend five hours there.

1:00
Dad looks at BB guns. I wait.

2:00
Dad looks at air soft guns. I wait some more.

3:00
Dad looks at rifles. I wait even more.

4:00
Dad looks at pop guns. You guessed it, I'm waiting even some more.

5:00
Dad looks at rubber-band guns. I suppress a yawn.

The next morning when I awoke it wasn't yet day light. This was good, considering the fact we left at dawn. I heaved myself up from the cave floor. Once again I stepped out onto the ledge, but no one noticed. They were all busy packing up their things. Good. I went back inside to prepair for the journy to nowhere. Everything seemed so hopeless, yet I couldn't bring myself to give up. I had to try. As little hope as their was, if I had to die, I wanted to die fighting.

(Feel free to give any suggestions or ask any questions regarding this story...I'll try to write more in it so I can post the rest here)
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 “All right, Mel, back up and take a breather.” Varian lowered his sword and wiped sweat off his forehead.

The younger boy grinned at his tutor. “I had you twice.”

Varian smiled and acknowledged the statement with a nod. “Aye, you did that. You’ve gone and worn me out, Mel. You’ll be a first-rate swordsman before too long.”

“Varian!”

Can you see the hunger written on the faces of the people?
They are mute.
They cannot see themselves,
And no one breaks the code of silence.
Let the dead bones lie in their graves.
The gettysburgs, the teaparties in boston, the morning stroll of
the Blacks to lincoln’s shrine—they are over.
Let dead men lie.

“No, no do not wipe away the tears.
We should never have shed them.
We have so much—big houses, sturdy jobs, and families—
Let dead dreams lie.
Do not awaken them.
Do not break the silence.”

Olivia Atkinson jogged hurridly down the stairs, her blond hair barley brushing her shoulders. She tucked it behind her ear as she grabbed her backback at the door and quickly told her parents goodbye. She rush outside their big, white, three story house, cutting through their perfectly manicured lawn to her red Jaguar convertable. Instead of taking the time to open her door, she simply hopped in, landing perfectly in the drivers seat. She jammed the key into the ignition, growing frusterated when she couldn't get it to crank. Isn't this wonderful! Just great.

I roll over.
The glaring red
numbers of my
clock say 12:00am.
I cannot sleep.
Padding silently to
the door, I pull it open.
It is snowing.
Large flakes of snow drift
lazily down from the sky.
One inch already lies on the ground.
Everything seems hushed-quiet.
An ethereal light glows faintly.
The light of the moon amplified by
the thin clouds, and the white snow.
I smile in wonder and joy.
Pulling on a pair of boots quickly,
I run out into the snow, turning
slowly in circles;