Margaret Louise

This poem is supposed to be a diamond, if set in the middle of a page of text. It's difficult to see here, but that's how it is ORIGIN OF ...

I Dabble. I dabble in poetry. When the sun rises, I think it's night. The stars are shiny pearls in my jewelry box. Moonlight hurts my eyes, and fire burns ...

She waltzed with pointed toes and pirouettes,Standing so short and with those eyes so bright.Better at once than just blonds or brunettes,I should have known--she claims both dark and light.I ...

This is a short short story, and it's dream-like, not at all real. Please tell me what you think! Green grass and blue sky mocked them.She raised her hand and ...

This story is sort of dream-like, not meant to be realistic. Also, I tried for the first time writing a story in the second person. Let me know what you ...

At night she kept her bedside lamp on until three or four o’clock in the morning, a book on her knees. Sometimes her pillows stood upright forming a throne around ...