Blue Fairy

The gentle snow twisting gracefully like a ballerina comes to land to rest on a hard bed of stone

this poem i wrote isn't very good how could i improve it Feeling like you've lost a friend You sit alone Waiting for something But your not sure what Sitting ...

this idea has just popped into my head. I don’t no if I should write more. London, 1940 Air raid sirens rung harshly in Emily's ears. The sirens had started ...

hope you like it: Tally sat on her windowsill pondering over the amount of time it would take for her three sugar filled cousins and twin brother to thunder into ...

please help me In the kitchen, Aunt Esmerelda had just perched herself on one of the many plastic chairs surrounding the table. Tally began to stride back up the hallway ...

this is a random chapter of a novel I just finished. I've posted to make sure I haven't gone completely wrong enjoy The sky crackled above the hills, voicing its ...

I have also put the last little bit of Chapter 1 that I didn't post before hope you enjoy it It was eight o’ clock. Tally sat in her room, ...