AlyssaKyle

"You smell like hamburgers," I laughed into my boyfriend's chest as we greeted one another. I looked up into his positively gorgeous blue eyes that swam with insight. Reaching up, ...

The movements were the same, though at different speeds, but in my head, I was spinning in circles, Running, jumping, leaping, over and around everything in sight. It was nightime, ...

He dances up on the stage Like his fingers moving on the frets. His right hand grips the pick As tight as the capo on the neck. His toe taps ...

He sits by the fire With a blanket across his lap, A cup of steaming coffee in his hands. On his feet are his favorite worn leather shoes, Given to ...

I couldn’t remember What had happened earlier That day. My head was Throbbing, but my body Was numb. I forced my Eyes open, tearing apart The film that had formed ...

A red balloon dirtied the otherwise blank canvas that was the sky on the cheery Tuesday morning. Not a single cloud was present for miles. Somewhere in the park was ...

“I still don’t understand why you’re making me take piano lessons,” the boy griped, swishing his shaggy auburn hair out of his eyes. He was slumped down in the passenger ...

There was nothing Elizabeth enjoyed more than the smell that rushed her nose upon entering a stable. The very scent that revolted most people excited her. The hay was like ...

This is not my best work. I wrote it in half an hour in my creative writing class when we were focusing on indirect characterization. The tinkling sound coming form ...

The yellowed light that fell through the window cast shadows that stretched to the corners of the room. The artist picked up his brush and began to transfer the image ...

From my view sitting on the graffitied bus bench, I watched the cars reflecting the light like sea glass As they drove past. A multitude of people clogged The sidewalks, ...

This as a villanelle for my creative writing class-the repetition and rhyme scheme are required of the structure to qualify as that type. We were told to use lyrics for ...

Maya and Parker Painting sets for the drama club wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing Maya had ever done. Her mother decided she needed to be more involved in her ...

Lydia watched as the porcelain ballerina twirled gracefully around to the soft, tinkling music, never once breaking her faultless form. Lydia smiled, recalling the hours she spent trying to mimic ...

The sun drowns out the words placed precisely across the page. They dissappear in the luminous rays, making the book nothing but black lines and curves, broken and scattered. I ...

Prologue Stupid flat hair. Stupid pointy nose. Stupid stubborn tear lying stagnant on my cheek. Why can’t it just roll down the rest of my face and splash onto my ...