Bits and Pieces

[Meredith]

Going to be putting up some bits of writing I've found around up to share.


Constructive critisism is always appreciated.




Uncertainty


Sometimes, I don't know what to write.


Sometimes, I don't know what I want to do. What I want to say.


I let my pen glide against the paper.


I let my hands fly over the keyboard, aggressively bashing out my thoughts.


(And, I might add, it drives my friends insane.)


I don't mind not knowing.


I don't mind not having a goal.


I write because it's what I love to do. I write to better my writing.


I force myself to memorize grammar and spelling rules, so it reads as it should.


I am a writer, and I look to improve my craft.


There is no point in writing if I do not seek to improve.


There is no point in wasting my time, and the time of others.


Sometimes, I know exactly what I'm writing.


I know what I want to say, what message to convey.


Those are the best times to write. Those are the times I have writing to share.


I refuse to waste others' time with pointless rambling.


It's okay not to know.


But it's better when you do.


Look for that. Seek improvement. Make it better. Help others make their writing better, if you can.


It's okay if you're not there yet. It will get better, as everything else, with effort… and with time.

 

[Meredith]

So, this is a bit of a piece on 9/11... and that nobody's bothered to talk about it at my school.


I don't know how this reads, but I'm hoping well.


Never Forget


I wasn't old enough to remember the attacks.


It's been fourteen years - I'm fourteen.


I don't remember seeing the news that day, but even now I can see the impact.


You've always been afraid of telling us why it happened.


Every year, a memorial. A tribute to the falling of the towers.


Ignored over the years, or so it seems, the plane that crashed into the pentagon.


I know the numbers. You've taught us the numbers, in years past. I've looked them up myself. I know how many people died, I know how many made it out alive. I know how fast the towers fell.


I know you didn't bother talking with us this year, or giving us a moment to think about what it might have been like.


Even if you don't care anymore, we do.


Four planes were hijacked.


Two hit the towers.


One hit the pentagon.


The other crashed on its way to the white house.


Lives were lost, in all four crashes, and even if you don't care, we do.


When the towers were hit, and then the pentagon - it shook the world.


People were scared.


They were numbed.


They didn't know what to do, or that it was possible for something like that to happen.


You don't tend to think about things like that until they happen.


Some things are too terrible to think about.


And we want to know why.


Why did it happen, why did people plan such a thing. Why won't you teach us.


We know it was bad, we know the facts. We know it was shocking, we know all of that.


We want to know more. We want to know about the horror, the terrible things that happened.


We want to know, so we can remember.


Lives were lost. We can't forget that. Lives were lost, and that's not okay.


But unless you keep teaching us, and making it real - people aren't on paper, people aren't just statistics - we're going to forget. It's not going to be important.


That fifteen-minute lecture you used to give us every year? That's not going to cut it.


I know you can't really tell us the why. I don't think anyone fully understands it - but you can still do better than you have.


Teach us enough, so that we may remember. Teach that it's important.


Because we should never forget.

 

[DemonKitten]

It reads pretty smoothly, I believe. It has a nice flow and sometimes there is a pattern. It isn't very complicated to read at all. I think this seems to be your style and it works for you. I understood your message and it was a beautiful one