She who sees the pain in everything and exhaust it to make any write up-
More Than My Share. ---
Heart breaks, lost chances and other tragedies are my favorite topics to write. I think that happiness is cliche, believe that love is overrated and pain is something that should be celebrated.
I do not usually write features and literary stuff, but I'm trying to explore this side of the world. I was asked by a dear friend to write in this blog and God knows that I'm really pressured to write side-by-side with the amazing but bloated Tofu on my right.
Well, aside from writing in this blog, I have a column in our school paper named "Realities vs. Expectations" -which usually ignites the heads of the bigoted school administration.
Tofu with Pen
Hi! I am fatter than the girl on the left that is for sure. I have a really messy personality. I am not a writer. I don't fancy my self that way because I only write when I feel like doing so. While More than my share is inspired by Mr. Sunset, I have Mr. Moon to inspire me. Maybe that is why I am not able to make pieces and write ups often because just like the moon its not always full and new. I usually write poems and funny commentaries about things I feel like talking about. Sometimes, when I am underpressure whether by requirement or by time I am able to make articles about serious things that bank on emotions to please and get agreement from readers. I have never been part of any organization about journalism which makes me naive about technicalities of professional writing but I have been part of an activity that changed the framework of my mind and personality-DEBATE. Currently I am 19 and loves hanging around with friends. I love vegetables. My personal favorite would obviously be Tofu (I'm not sure if it counts as a vegetable). I am monochromatic and I love Pandas.
Red.Apple
I like apples – very red apples. They’re my favourite. But that’s not in connection with what I want to say. I wasn’t really up to writing before, I only spend time sketching. But when time came when I could no longer afford to sketch much, a lot has changed. Instead of spending time sketching, I turned to read novels. It got me hooked-up to those wonderfully crafted fantasy. Until one day, I found myself sketching – not using my mechanical pencil as a medium – but rather using words. Words that can draw even the intangible things. Creative writing is now my fascination. It has become a part of me.
Inkblot
Inkblot, just like a point that forms lines and shape, forms words and stories.
I consider myself a writer. I write stories, poems and other stuff. I could say that I'm the youngest contributor in this blog – I guess! I write about random things: what I like and what I stumble upon or anything that cross my mind. I would also say that my talent is a little raw but I promise you great stories ahead.
Not much to say about myself. Just a highschool student that loves Glee, Archie Comics, sports and many other things.
I’m a fan, a friend, a writer....
FlipAmbrosia
A Filipino little bit of everything. That’s flipambrosia.
I write but I am not a writer. I am teacher in the English discipline but have yet to learn teaching. These are two plainest self-given descriptions that I believe justifies my individuality.
Thanks to Tofu with Pen, foremost. Lastly, thanks to his persistent insistence on the thought that I can pen pieces worthy of sharing. Even though ranting is my main dish, he still thinks it yields good ambrosia of literature. Tofu with Pen, you tortured me with encouragement so cheers to your sweet culpability! All the unmatchable best to Tangled Strings!
Spectacled Spectator
I was born a few months before my time with enough limbs to allow me to do the things I do. Then I discovered writing—something I did as a hobby, yet it consumed me. I immersed myself in mind-boggling thoughts of people talking in my head. I write as it comes to me in whatever form I deem fit. I see, I feel, I touch the things I find fascinating. I speak for those who silence themselves—those who fear for things to turn worse. I share my experiences in the hope that others would relate to it. I am a disciple of love and fiction. I am a woman of substance over form—a girl next door.