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๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™ต๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š, ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข.
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ko-ski ยท 2 years ago
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ยซ--โ€ข--|แดษดแด‡ แด€แด„แด› แด˜สŸแด€ส|--โ€ข--ยป
Theme: Suffering and Loneliness (Memories come back when you're almost there to forget.)
Setting (Time and Place) : In an Alleyway at Noon
Character/s Mentioned : Me and my Best friends
What will be your name in the story?
-My name will be Aiden Solas
What will you be like in the story?
- I will be a person who tries to see the positive side of the world and bring happiness even if it is an insignificant amount.
Who else can be part of your dream world?
- My best friends ofcourse!
What will they be like?
- My friends will be supportive and always be there to help everyone out.
-Their names will be Shu and Priscilla
- Shu will be the quiet but caring one who opens up once you get to know them and will always sacrifice everything for their friends.
- Priscilla is the comedic relief of the group she'll be the one making your frown upside down!
โˆ†------------- โ†’ Introduction โ† --------------------------โˆ†
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sounds only Aiden can hear as he runs around a corner dodging people who were chasing him he sighs and holds his wound wincing as he feels the sharp pain and the mark of blood from the wound he was dealt with.
Aiden: Shu.... Why... We both could have made it together....
Aiden slumped over on the side of a wall in the alleyway as he tries to patch up his wound, he rips a part of his t-shirt to stop the bleeding and cover up the wound. He suddenly remembered that he had some bandages inside his bag and quickly took the bag from his back and started to rummage over it finally holding the bandage over his head and shouting...
Aiden: Yes! Final-
He stopped in his tracks as he see a Polaroid come down from the bandages seemingly stuck to it before he picked it up. He shakily picks up the picture and started crying as he remembers the memory from the picture.
ยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐยทยฐ ---- Flashback---- ยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ข
Priscilla: Hey! Come on! You guys always take to long when we go out...
Aiden: Yeah yeah I'm arriving just wait there shall you? Shu isn't even there yet anyway.
Priscilla: Doesn't matter! We all know you're the one always late.
Aiden sighs as he hangs up the phone and looks beyond him he sees a scenery of buildings, shops and jobs as cars pass by. He walks further and further until he reaches a park and goes over to a bench with a girl who suddenly shouted..
Priscilla: You're here! That was fast! Now we wait for Shu... Where even are they?
Aiden clears his ears as she was talking too loud then in the corner of his eyes he sees a guy on the distance waving over to them.
Shu: I'm here! I'm not late am I?
Aiden: Nah... Just made it in time so anyways why did you call us here anyway?
Aiden said as he looked over at Priscilla wondering why she called them here over in the first place.
Priscilla: I've always seen both of you working your butt off no rest, no sleep, no nothing! So I wanted to treat you all today to something nice.
Shu: That sounds great! I needed a break anyway I've been stumped from doing too many projects anyway.
Aiden sighs as he looks at the both of them and smiles. Priscilla smiles as she takes Shu's hands and drag him away.
Priscilla: Come on! Let's take a picture! To commemorate this memory.
Shu: Aish... No need to pull me you know?
Priscilla: Aiden! What are you waiting for?
Shu: Yeah what are you waiting for come on in the picture.
They both smiled at him as Priscilla held the camera over and front of her head and was able to take a picture while Aiden was out of it. Shu and Priscilla both laughed at the picture while Aiden finally snapped out of it.
Aiden: Hey! Delete that picture!
Priscilla: No way! You look real funny here wouldn't you agree Shu?
Shu: Yeah yeah he looks like a dork.
Aiden sighed as he caught up to both to them and asked.
Aiden: Yaya..... Anyways where are we going?
Priscilla & Shu: Where the world takes us!~ Hey! stop copying me! No you! Ugh!
Aiden looked at them both and shook his head but smiled softly and thought... "I hope this lasts forever."
ยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ข ---โ†’ Flashback Over ยฐโ€ขยฐโ€ขยฐ
Aiden held the picture in his arms and cradled it like a baby crumpling it a bit in the process as he felt his tears coming down his face softly. He sniffled and wiped his tears forgetting the pain from his wounds momentarily as he was more focused on the picture than anything right now, he slumped down the wall and started to sob.... His sobbing turned into wails of agony and pain... A once happy man looking miserable and lonely the blood seeping from his wounds serve as a reminder of what happened and what their friends did to help him survive... The question is even if he did survive this whole ordeal... Would he really be the same after this? Would he move on? Time will tell and only time will dictate what's coming on in the far future....
Aiden stopped crying as he fell asleep the coldness of his tears and the blood he lost lulling him to sleep... A peaceful face appears, a smiling face also appears, oh how this could have lasted forever.... Oh how this never happened.... Oh how time could reverse once more.... Oh ho-
Something is happening..............................?
It's not the end yet.
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ko-ski ยท 2 years ago
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เณƒโ€โžทReflection
This week I learned another bunch of things during class and honestly it helped me realize more about how to write a proper story the lessons taught me tips and tricks how to write a compelling story... Maybe an annoying story as well ;). Anyways! The past lessons I have learned are about literary devices and how they make a compelling narrative story depending on which you use maybe stopping the story off in a good point or just all in all showing the symbolism or motifs of a story. Another lesson I learned is how to apply my emotions into my stories and how I can illicit them with my writing and how the way I write and how I write my words can express many things to a person. The last thing I learned is the different types of fiction and how they are identified and what purpose they sought from a reader. After the lessons I think that it'll be hard to sometimes put emotions into my words when writing as sometimes I always see writing as a monotone activity but, if I I have inspiration I might be able to incorporate the teachings I've learned this week to create my own story.
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โ†’ Reflection โ†
Creative writing.... The base of all of the books, novels and anything you can think of! The things I have learned from learning this week are a lot creative writing splits off as not only a singular branch of writing but a lot of branches of writing with its own appeal and purposes! Technical writing and Journal writing are examples of these they may have different purposes but they require creativity and colour to make them shine! Creative writing has many different genres to explore that I myself don't really know how to do so well like Fiction, Play, and Poetry each all of them have their own meaning and what they tend to entertain the things I see in creative writing is a world full of possibilities to express oneself through writing and acting. The language of creative writing will always make a change in our hearts just like a quote from a movie or a book that stays with us like a memory during our childhood. The different types of characters and how they make up a play, a story and how these characters play out as I realize that though we can create characters it will always be hard to make a compelling one. A character that will move a person so I need more practice regarding this. The modes of fiction where we can identify what modes there are though not lying to myself the modes where confusing and I was wondering what makes up a mode and how can they be classified. Lastly the types of plots and the types of conflict how these are essential to a story and how it teaches me to possibly create a story based on my knowledge that I gathered from this week.
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ko-ski ยท 2 years ago
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โ†’ Critique Paper!
(On the book ClockWork Angel)
The book ClockWork Angel was created by Cassandra Clare, the book is a fantasy genre book with real world placements mixed into it making it into a unique book that many will enjoy! I found this book when I was shuffling through my cousin's old books that he doesn't read or just left it to collect dust then I came across this book! The short background of the story hooked me and here I was reading it all slowly in the fast few weeks and to think I used to say I hate reading books.... Anyways the Clockwork Angel is a fantasy book with real maps that lay out where the events and story happens so it naturally is more immersive than other books as you can see what the places are in the map.
The book itself in its own genre is pretty generic magic, shapeshifting, vampires, werewolves and all that but, what sets this apart from other books I've read it's that the world building in this book is significantly more interesting than others. The book establishes itself pretty normal as Tessa a girl trying to find her brother in London as her aunt died little did she know that she'll be pulled into a world of dark organizations where she'll be having to cooperate with other people from another oraganization to help find her brother and dodge the danger she's in due to her special power of shapeshifting.
The book offers a lot of entertainment value despite some lacking features within this book such as the character building of Tessa way before and after she's experienced what she's been through. I felt that a normal person wouldn't have adapted as fast as Tessa did considering that she was just a normal girl before she got pulled into this fantasy world of blood murder and gore.
Though through it's flaws shines something more brighter than ever it's writing style! The writing style hooks you as you experience a variety of words something new for it to describe as it immerses you into the world of this book so I do recommend reading all of the books as this is just the first book and the story ends with an ending that the second book will continue.
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ร—Critique Paperร—
(On the Book Hey There Demons)
๐™ฐ. ๐™ธ๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—
๐™ฝ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ฐ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐š›: ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐š๐š‚ (๐š๐š ๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐™ฝ๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š๐š’๐šŠ)
๐š‚๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข -
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š”๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ, ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š— 1 ๐š—๐š˜๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š• ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ. ๐™ฒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐šž๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›?
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‚๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ฐ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐š› -
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐š› ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐š–๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ.
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š (๐™พ๐š ๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š) -
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š•.
๐™ฑ. ๐š‚๐šž๐š–๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐šข
-๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‚๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š—๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š, ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐š–๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š– ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š”๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–. ๐™ฐ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‚๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐™บ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š•'๐šœ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐š–๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›: ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š‹๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‚๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š•๐šž๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š™๐šŽ๐š˜๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š˜๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šœ ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š™๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š–๐šž๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š˜๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›.
๐™ฐ๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐šข๐šœ๐š’๐šœ -
๐™ธ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š• ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐šŠ ๐š—๐š˜๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š๐šข ๐šœ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š'๐šœ ๐š–๐š’๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š›-๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š”๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜. ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŒ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š• ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š” ๐š˜๐šž๐š.
๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— -
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š—๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š, ๐™ฐ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š˜๐š• ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š™๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š, ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐š‹๐šž๐š, ๐šž๐š—๐š’๐šš๐šž๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š’๐š'๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐š’๐šŽ๐š  ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š˜๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š™๐šŽ๐š˜๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐š–๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ.
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เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚ŠหšแดŠแดแดœส€ษดแด€สŸ แดกส€ษชแด›ษชษดษขโœง.*
The things I've experienced in the book of "Clockwork Angel" was a fun ride the story explores a genre that I like in a way that is unique in a form of these (normally) types of books don't usually include any romance in them. The book is about a girl named Tessa and her goal is to find her long lost brother after her aunt died. She sets out to sail to London where he was last seen meeting 2 identical twins who then lire her into being kidnapped by giving her a letter her "supposed" brother left her. The story continues with the revelation about her having powers and how the twins tortured her by constantly training her harshly when her conditions are not in a decent state. She then is able to use her power to an extent that she can shapeshift into a person by holding their belongings. The story continues by her being saved and being put in a world where she is an anomaly with her power not being put into a category of powers. She sets out to find more information about her brother with the help of her new friends she met in the new world she's been pulled into. That's pretty much what I myself have read up to until now I hope as the story progresses more things are cleared up within the story and more things I hoped for in this genre would appear as the story is laying out a path for one of my predictions which is war.
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โœง โ–ฌโ–ญโ–ฌ โ–ฌโ–ญ โœฆโœงโœฆ โ–ฌโ–ญโ–ฌ โ–ฌโ–ญโ–ฌ
๐™ฒ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™ป๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‚๐šž๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ!
Hello and ladies and gents you might be wondering today who's the person writing this very charming and awesome blog that you see right now? Well to satiate your oh so loving curiosity I shall introduce myself right here and right now! My name is John Gabriel S. Balcorta the person behind this blog, you might be wondering who am I? The thing is I'll get to that later first of all I am the writer of this blog I introduced my name up there and my goal here today is to tell you about my life and maybe help out with yours! Anyways, once again I'm John Gabriel S. Balcorta a 16 year old guy getting by school with mediocre grades but, with a personality that slays. My hobbies include reading and playing games with other people. The genres of books I like the best are fiction, fan-fiction and horror genres and that's pretty much a brief introduction of me except for the fact that I'm a Filipino who's studying to become a successful lawyer in the future who has an obssession I mean OBSSESSION with cute cats and becoming one of the best lawyers in the world! Now enough about me I'm here today to say how I've felt and been in the couple of months because, that's what you're here for anyway right?
During the past months and years I have been honestly struggling in the fields of my studies because most of the time I burn myself out and start short circuiting to the point where I have thoughts on I don't want to go to school anymore or like I don't wanna do my activities and Ect. I know life has its ups and downs and everyone has their own way to cope with it but, I wanted to start this out and say what's been on my mind in the past couple months or years or so. The past months may have been hectic but it has been fun as well because, having events like intramurals, foundation day, Christmas party and more is bound to give you some happy memories with your friends and possibly families! The life inside my house is a very satisfying and happy one and I have no qualms no complaints about it. We are all happy inside the house and have unity together to support each other when times are dire or hard. When my birthday came up on January 11 I had one of the best times of my life as I had fun with my friends eating wings and getting late to school because, when my birthday had happened it was a school day, don't tell anyone this but we smuggled a couple of wings while we're at it. The days, months and years I've been in school is fun but, very hectic as well as the experiences I have in school may not be all sunshine and rainbows as people expect it to be. The feelings and how am I in school is mixed as yes I do have fun with my friends in school but, sometimes there's a lot of activities where I as a person can't handle them and it really stresses me out that I can't do them on time nor can I pass them on deadline. The things I try to do I end up losing motivation on doing and I can't focus on what I want to do going forward. So in conclusion on how I am... I am doing perfectly fine and everything is great but, sometimes life can get out of hand and we need some people or some thing to help ground ourselves back to reality even if we like it or not because, that's just life and hope or courage is what fuels us to keep on going, to keep on striving for something greater.
Hope is a means for escape
Hope is something that comes late
Never present, Always there
Like someone who always cares
โœง โ–ฌโ–ญโ–ฌ โ–ฌโ–ญ โœฆโœงโœฆ โ–ฌโ–ญโ–ฌ โ–ฌโ–ญโ–ฌ
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โ•ญโ”ˆโ—ฆโ€ขโ—ฆโฅโ€ขโ—ฆ๐™’๐™š๐™ก๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™œ. ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™˜๐™๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฉ. โŽฏโŽฏ เญจ เญง โŽฏโŽฏ
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