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ok here is a little diddy by a friend of mine titled “Candles” What you think?

Heros inch their way to the site / Where angels cry for the broken tonight / A level of destruction beyond anything seenbefore/
Affecting everyone,the rich the poor / Broken dreams lay next to broken lives / While through this pain we must strive/ Mothers hold their children tight / While we lay here and count our blessings tonight / Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst / Praying the best won’t find us cursed / Light shows through the storm clouds above / As I gather around me the ones I love / Treasure these moments we have together/Because no one knows when fate will break this tether / Sirens go off in the days last light / While someones bestfriend died tonight / Light our candles in rememberance of those we’ve lost / Because we must carry on, no matter the cost / Mothers hold their children tight / While we lay here and count our blessings tonight / Hoping for the best preparing for the worst. Praying the best won’t find us cursed….CopyRight Paul Tormey

15 year old writer here. Do you think I have what it takes to write a book?

And I mean for real; no bullshit here, folks. I mean to get it published. So yes, if you could take the minute or two to read this short passage of mine, and review it, I would greatly appreciate it — Advanced critic encouraged. I simply decided to write a quick little thing based on this one book I read a while, so don’t ask anything in regards to the plot line, since that is not the purpose of this inquiry. I just want you to take a long, thoughtful look at my writing style. Thank you.

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Anthony squinted hard in an attempt to peer through the half-light, picking his way carefully along the shortly-cropped grass of his rather large backyard. He quietly passed the pool and the shed, making sure to keep his footsteps light and airy as he did so. The boy then looked up, blinking tiredly as he surveyed what little was left of the day; and knowing that, in a matter of minutes, it would over. And with the day gone, what else would replace it but the eerie and mysterious time known only to the world as ‘night’?

But that prospect was unimportant, for now; he would have to wait.

The sun was finally beginning to set over the hills that neatly framed the base of the horizon; the last of its light winking out like the flame of a candle left open to the wind. Anthony watched this stoically; and it was only when the gold-streaked sky was finally left with nothing but the clean, dark blue palette of twilight that he suddenly broke into a stiff run, all sense of stealth forgotten as he sprinted across the wide expanse of grass laid out before him.

Then, with a quiet shudder and a pained twist of his thin frame, he was free; no longer loping on two feet, but four. His gait was cleaner now, smoother; seemingly carrying him across the ground on winged paws. Eyes sharp and ears pricked, Anthony pelted forward, tail streaming out behind him like a banner.

In a matter of heartbeats–moments that seemed to stand out, as if belonging to a world all their own–the boy that was now a wolf disappeared into the eerie and mysterious time known only to the world as ‘night.’

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Does your spouse have a decorating style that annoys you?

Mine does.

For example, 23 years ago when we first married, he hung a black velvet painting of Jimi Hendrix in our living room. We also argued a lot over him pushing every piece of furniture against the walls. Whenever a family member would bring back gaudy souvenirs from their travels, he would display them, or worse hang them, in the living room (his mother brought back yellow canvas gloves for gold prospecting from Alaska and he hung them over the door between the kitchen and garage). My brother gave my husband two gag gifts that were decoration in our living room for months: life size cutouts of John Wayne and Jeff Gordon. Over the years, my husband’s decorating style has been relegated to the garage, and now it looks more like a dorm room or teenage hangout with posters, bulletin boards with movie stubs, concert stubs, campaign buttons, etc., and framed art that simply isn’t “family friendly”.

Now, granted, some of my decorating style annoys my husband. He dislikes the theme of our home decor: country Italian. And no way can I keep a throw pillow anywhere in the house for it simply “disappears”. And I am always hiding the matches he likes to leave in the bathroom, for …. you know.

So, does your spouse have a decorating style that annoys you, or am I the only one? Just wondering.

What’s your ambition in your life?

Mine is treasure hunting!

What’s your ambition in your life?

Mine is treasure hunting!