Anna Graham

When Truth comes like a black and white checkerboard, like the painful slice of reality that grows with every birthday; When Truth comes like a slap in the face with ...

If someone told me that if you did something hard enough your sorrows couldn't break through I'd believe it. What I wonder today, reading this thick, satisfying novel, is if ...

The words on my tongue fester behind a closed portal. I swallow them, afraid what they will reveal to the gazes that burn into my back. As I walk, smoking ...

Mother has a new winter coat, studded with diamonds, pure and clean-- its beauty lost to eyes unseeing. “She’s worn this coat before” they say, “It makes her look so ...

The Stone William Stone rushed into the dim cave, breathing hard. He gently put a hand up to the right side of his head and felt it throb painfully beneath ...

Once the last bell rang for the day, Will walked dejectedly through the crowd of students towards the school doors. History was such a pointless class. He didn’t think he’d ...

When Will woke up, he groaned. It felt as if his head had just split open. After tenderly reaching a hand up to reassure himself that his skull was still ...

Lower Byklaw Entrance Two. Will looked around the little cabin as Napodi hurried off to find her father. It was small and rustic, yet had an almost homey feeling to ...

The next day, Napodi and the twins took Will on a tour of the village. At first it didn’t look like much: just a couple dozen cabins and a few ...

Festival of Garks The next day had always been one of Napodi’s favorite holidays, but somehow all those in the past seemed to pale in comparison to this one. Maybe ...

I want to write this poem properly, but none of my words can catch its majesty. What mortal person can recreate a miracle like this? I can’t seem to capture ...

Ok, if you remember, Napodi, Will, and the twins just escaped from the massacre. They're hiding in a secret cave built into the wall, and waiting for it to be ...

So, i'm not sure how to delete this. I'll just leave it up for now, because it's late and my mind is mush. --Anna

You lead me through the hollow, pointing out the pine needles that snap beneath your shoes; the warm sunlight of the afternoon, and the whisper of a red-tailed hawk in ...

So instead of buying their Christmas presents this year, I'm going to give all my close friends thispoem along with a list of 10 things I love about them. Now, ...

Chapter one 10/19/08Dear diary,That’s so boring. Dear diary? I’m sure I can come up with something more creative than that. Or maybe I’m not that creative of a person. I ...

It was just a moment; just a glimpse into a life separated from my own. Before eyes were strangers, and frogs lost the will to jump from the boiling water. ...

I know it's been a while, so I'll review what's happened so far. Will got sucked into a book he was reading, called The Septribes. Now he's made friends with ...

No promises to strap us down, no words to bind the free, he tricks us all to believe we can get away easily. But Silence, in his noiseless watch while ...

Milo gazed up at the old manor, his eyes wide. He was supposed to live here? He had lived in a lot of strange places in the past—his uncle ran ...

It's been a while since I've written a poem. Please don't judge me by this work alone. It's a bit...raw. I'd love you to tear it up. Tell me what ...

Chapter One Hermione arrived at the Burrow for the summer to find the house virtually empty. It was strangely quiet in the Weasley home, and it was beginning to make ...

Chapter TwoThe drive was uncomfortable, to say the least. The kids had wanted to make the outing as Muggle-like as possible, which meant the adults couldn’t apparate to wherever they ...

Thanks to all those who commented! You're absolutely right, all of you, and I'll get down to it! Until then, here's then next bit. I'm planning on writing more, but ...

I've never been much of a song writer, but these lines came to my head the other day. I figured I should write them down. Tell me what you think. ...