Help me out!

Ok so I wrote this for no real reason. I threw in a lot of things about me and things I like. Something just seems wrong. Repetitive and rambling? To much use of the word rain? Its just horribly written and can't be saved? I can’t figure it out, so if you can it would be greatly appreciated!



Kathleen sat peacefully on the front porch swing, her bare feet pushing on the ground causing her to gently glide back and fourth. She took a deep breath of fresh air as she watched the huge raindrops fall from the stormy sky and form puddles on the sidewalk.

Days like this were Kathleen’s favorite, they reminded her of her home in Ireland. Rain came almost everyday there, but here in Texas it rained far to little in her way of thinking.

It had been a long day and Kathleen was grateful for this momentary escape. Her body ached from hours of dancing and the comfort the rain brought helped keep her mind off her pain.


Thanks guys!

My poor head!

Well its official… I’m sick. I hate admitting I’m sick, I always try to write it off as something minor that will go away if I ignore it. I couldn’t get away with that this time; I actually had to miss a ballet class!

But being sick has its upsides. I’m feeling a little woozy because of the medicine so I think that’s why I suddenly have the courage to share with you some of my creative writing. I hope you like it, but keep in mind I’m not very good at this sort of thing!




Lydia stood quietly for a moment in the primeval grove. The night sky was scarcely visible though the branches of the trees that surrounded her and the cool wind whipped at her jacket. This was not the first time she came here, back to the place where it happened, but tonight was different. She was finally going back.

Taking a deep breath she pressed onward, going deeper into the foreboding darkness. Leafs and twigs crunched under her bare feet but she hardly noticed, she was on a mission and nothing could deter her. She passed over a bubbling creek and under fallen trees, following the narrow trail she had walked so many times before.

Finally she saw it, a small pool of water nestled between the roots of a giant oak tree. Any other person would have dismissed as a puddle but Lydia slowly walked towards it and knelt down beside it. The water took on a faint glow as she peered over its edge and a warm gust of wind hit her face. It was starting.