emotion challenge.

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Here is a place where we write a short paragraph or two and try to make it either really sad or any other emotion like love, anger etc. You need to get that feeling across to the readers. The next person to post below you will be the one to rate your work out of 20 and will tell you why they gave you that mark. They can leave a comment because that would be really helpful.
Let the challenge begin! :)
Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried? (29:2)




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Poems are aloud as well
nothingness


I don't speak, I never have. My voice long lost, my name just as well. I'm just that stupid orphan girl whose better off dead,or so I'm made to believe.
They call me statue, girl,you, freak and ice. They seem really bent on calling me ice though. I don't complain. It suits me. I no longer feel any emotion. Not one at all. No love, depreddion,hurt,anger,nothing. I'm just a hollow shell, a potters poor work,an empty vessel.
I'm there, I can see you and hear you, but you can't see me. I'm nothingness and untill someone notices my presence on this earth, thats all I'll ever be.
Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried? (29:2)




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19. Awesome writing, you. But the only thing I would have tried to do is not even have the "I" identity. Like you don't even know what to call yourself. That's it though. Otherwise it was well done, my friend, well done.
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Thanks. :) So you got something to post next?
Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried? (29:2)



Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
— Sylvia Plath