snickerdooly

I’ve never really understood the imagination. I’ve tried to look at various interpretations about it, over and over and I…I find nothing. My mother always says that some things, like ...

I think you should change the title, that's just my opinion maybe to something shorter :) I sat on the fountain in the courtyard waiting for Malfoy and our “ ...

When I was a little girl I thought that the world would live forever. That nothing could destroy it or hurt it. Never did I imagine or even realize that ...

Mr. Paulo Friere and Mr. Bell are two teachers that work at OPRF high school are sitting at a table, along with their friend Mr. A.S. Neil who is a ...

A dog washer in South Africa running away from a bear I think you should work on the intrduction and try to develop it more There was once a dog ...

Hey I'm Snickerdooly! I know you posted this 6 years ago but I thought it would be cool to read writing on YWS when it was relatively new. I liked ...

The following twenty-nine hours were the longest in Esti’s life. She had exhausted her small supply of food while continuously wondering why her captors hadn’t emptied her backpack when they’d ...

I really liked this piece, I've read slam poetry before and listened to people at different slam poetry contests so I know that slam poetry is all about emotion and ...

The funeral. I sighed in the cold december air. It was one of those days, where the cold chills of the air made everything seem clearer. Painfully clear. I was ...

If you could see this world. The trees and the branches . The bugs and animals. All of the beautiful life here in Africa. The land is filled with water. ...

Brothers Part 1 James Caraway only sat down in his chair when he looked across the table. His heart sank like a stone. This part is confusing what did you ...

I scanned over the documents with wide, bugged eyes. My heart was pounding the whole time as reality slowly began to hit me. I made a checklist, on a blank ...

I thought this was very beautiful it that it told a really good story, the only problem that there was, was that the poem told a story but did not ...

Colorful veils , Jeweled hip scarves , Shimmying to the beat of the drum . Swaying to the rhythm of the arabian music , Hands and arms making waves . ...

All hearts can break, And lost dreams fade. Such fragile things, Like butterfly wings. This stanaz is my favorite it was very sweet and beautiful! So beautiful, so insecure, So ...