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Revised Version: My Fate (rough title, will likely change it later) Floating through the space of life; Follow the yellow brick road. Holding hands with fate, Her touch becomes cold. ...

This story is something I came up with today as I was swinging. Hope you like it. Please comment! --- --- I'm hoping the breeze in my brown hair doesn't ...

I just did this essay for school awhile ago. I was gonna post it sooner but I couldn't because of my stupid teacher Anways here it is so tell me ...

Authors Note: I wrote this today for an english assignment i got. The assignment was to write a diary entry for the "Migrant Mother" (its a famous picture of a ...

Speckless blackening gape, Above turrets, towers and escalators Without any greying moon Mazes of terraces and guttering, Chimneys black, emitting no smoke. Rising damp, inadequate pipes Only gardens

Was that matter or light that swung through the night? Don heard someone speaking at that moment of consciousness, right when his weight flew back in. There wasn't the yellow-bearded ...

(I hate this cute little rhythm, and for it, I apologize.) Empty melodies in frigid air, a taste hollow and lacking will - so fallen on black ashes where they ...

The night was cold, but the air was warm. The dark sky was filled to capacity with stars. The moon was shinning brighter than I have ever seen it. Joy ...

Emily says to me, in a voice so perfect and hushed, that the world never paid her the ears or hearts she's due. The very same hunger and island has ...

A speculative fiction story. It is saturated with metaphors, tell me what you think I was trying to say. And constructive criticism, please! "Grape Juice and the Clan from the ...

ATTENTION READERS: I wrote this when I was eleven and then, HP&GOF was the last book. My brother Soham, who was fourteen, then, had helped me with the idea. The ...

I am a slave In the ocean's power For one good wave, I'll work for an hour Just a ittle tidbit. And I really was surfing,like, half an hour ago.

Ode to John Keats Several days after having read "Ode on a Grecian Urn." John Keats nudged my shoulder this morning softly; I grumbled about the hour and looked out ...

This is my first attempt at poetry in quite a while, so this could be interesting. Be merciless. That day I took a walk in the rain, across a piece ...

A Funeral of Demons It was a bright and airy summer day, a typical day, one would think, for beach outings, gathering wildflowers, picnics and the like. It was not ...