Writers , these are a group of people which I feel that deserve more attention then anyone else in here . Why do I say so ? Their deviations are normally brush off as "boring" , "long winded" , "walls and walls of words" , "nothing interesting" when the reader didnt even put their heart into reading it .
Imagine just reading 10 words and you are like , oh its boring , NEXT ... IT HAPPENS all to often . Have you ever tried composing a storyline or even a series of stories ? Try putting yourself in the shoes of a writers , the amount of planning , brainstorming for ideas and even putting it all together in one huge jigsaw puzzle . If its found unsatisfactory , it may mean that they will have to scrap whatever they have and start all over again , its not like painting on a canvas where you can just make a little adjustments here and there , its two different ball game all together .
Okay , so what about burning the midnight oil and taking up almost all of your free time to come up with a catchy storyline and adding in fillers but still keeping it interesting . Its a constant battle inside the writer's mind . And when they are done with it , its not over yet ! You will still have to go through your vocabs and grammatical errors one by one and editing alone may take days ! YES its not a 30 min business as I have work with writers before and its not easy mind you . So dear friends , i hope you have a new found respect for all the writers here in DA , they are our unsung heros of art ..
Its confirmed that next month I will be holding a writers only contest and may the best man or woman wins . For now , let me go check out the theme with the usual judges (people who knows their stuffs) and i will get back to you guys . I am not sure how many entries that I will be getting but I hope at least I can get a healthy 10 to 15 entries , fingers crossed .
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Everything was so simpleI grew up
Back then
Everything was so simple
Friends with everyone
Differences didn't matter
Nothing was complex
But now
Everything matters
Grudges are held and enemies are had
Back then
Everything was so simple
Cutting out shapes for arts and crafts
Games on the playground
Nothing was complex
But now
We sit on benches in the hall
Our phones are our focal points
Bullies, bullied, and bystanders
Back then
Everything was so simple
Nap time and spelling tests
Practicing printing and childhood crushes
Chubby Chubby Fat Fat
Nothing was complex
But now
Brand name clothing and video games
Animated violence we crave
I grew up
Back then
Everything was so simple
Barbies and Bay Blades
Shin kicking and crying
Just because we wanted to
Nothing was complex
But now
Likes and dislikes separate us
Boys vs girls
Immature name calling
Despite our age
Back then
Everything was so simple
Tag in the fog
Falling in puddles
Playing house
Nothing was complex
But now
No fun and games
Homework galore
Over tired
Best Friend of MineI'd say you have a heart of gold
But that would be a lie
Gold is cold and pliable
And so, so easy to manipulate.
Your heart is strong and immovable
A warm and loving thing that stands for what it believes in
A thing that fills me with hope and joy
You are loved, you are adored, you are wanted, you are needed.
With every statement you make me smile
And every shared memory sheds a tear
Because you are wonderful yet filled with pain
But you are loved, you are adored, you are wanted, you are needed.
You have oh so many scars
But they don't make you who you are
Your glimmering eyes and pure soul
Are what make you loved, adored, wanted, needed.
You are talented in so many ways
Song, art, word, and care
No matter what lies others may tell you
You are loved, you are adored, you are wanted, you are needed.
I hope this poem of mine reaches you
Because I mean every word with all my heart
Through every laugh, every tear, every hug
Know that you are loved, you are adored, you are wanted, you are ne
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Shadows of the PastFull of verve, he came down the stairs as he perceived a motion out of the corner of his eye. Something rushed up to him and then came the pain and the darkness. He could not remember how he hit the hard and cold concrete floor.
Dark shadows. Cold. Nausea. Wave for wave he made it out of unconsciousness. Slid back and came back to consciousness in slow waves. But he was too confused to understand what had happened. Anxiety and panic spread in himself. He wanted to move but nothing happened. No flinching, nothing. Only cold and a terrible uncertainty.
Finally, he tried to open his eyes. Forced them with all his strength to face the truth. It took him ages and when he after all managed it, simply nothing changed. Still this darkness. A little more grey in this black but no light, no motion, nothing. What the hell happened? He was only just at home yet and then …, yes, there was a memory. The stairs, the pain. Someone had knocked him down. But „who“ and above all „
Hold On Captain AmericaXReader Wake up to the morning light
wipe away the lonely nights
let a brand new day wash over you
You woke up with lots of difficulty, you despised on having to go to (S/W) (work or school) Simply put, your (Co/Cl) (co-workers or classmates) were so disrespectful, it was disappointing. There was a beeping noise that came from your cell; you picked it up and saw that it was a text from Steve.
"Wear a smile as you go to (S/W) today. You can get through another day, I know you can. 
"
Wanna see you smile again
show some love to your crazy friends
wipe your tears away
those days are through
Despite on what may happen today and that it was so gloomy outside, you smiled at the thought that Steve sent you a form of an "uplifting" text message. You responded back with:
"I'm so proud of you! You sent me a text message!"
He came back with: "Shut up. What do you say after (S/W), we have a little picnic?"
"Aww..." You stated aloud, as well as adding it to your text: "That's sweet...I'd
