Teachers Write never ceases to amaze and surprise me. So much so, in fact, that I plan to doodle as much as possible from this point on. Anyway, here are my efforts from today. Learning More About My Characters. Exploring Setting from Different Points of View. A description of my surroundings.

The scowling sun beams in the dark shaded window,. Awakening tiresome eyes, rolling over on pillows. Your eyes glance over,. Your lips touch mine,. My legs start to quiver. The green in your eyes. Have spots of grays and browns. And the curves in your smile. Can take away all my frowns. You have a way of. Turning my pain into pleasure. Hands that trace my body.

Stories allow us to define and express ourselves. They are our teachers, our comforters, our compass, and our judge. I wake up everyday with my brain washed squeaky clean. It is only when I look in the mirror that I start to recall the glimpse of my identity from the fog of cluelessness. Everyday, I need to remind myself that who I am and what I am supposed to do. Yeah, I know, I need to keep .

In light of my previous post I have changed my thought process about my role in my work.

The horses will never cross the bridge. Return to the stables before the end. Has reached us at our fingertips. Before it choked our voice away. Is it scarier when you cannot scream? The earth is evil and nothing awaits. Sit in a magic cave when it happens. And our little world crumbles apart. At least you will have me by your side.