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By J J Citywall
Melissa and her friends were at a carnival where they came across a magician who offered to do some magic. He asked Melissa what animal she would want to be if she could be any animal. Unable to decide, he casts a spell where any animal named, Melissa would transform into. Thinking it was all a...
By Brian H
On a bare cornfield of Alaska lay an abandoned, damp, broken folding chair. There's absolutely nothing special about this chair.
Short Story | Updated Feb 22, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Its cold. Inside and Outside. The doors are shut. The people. The bird. The sword. on ice.
(This is for a contest I am doing. Enjoy !)
I came up with this out of nowhere. Don't know how, but yeah...Hope you guys like it. xxx
By Shyam Sundar Bulusu
Come, sit on the bench, with us do converse,
Paint a picture beautiful or do write a verse.
Stars on sky, flowers in garden are our Universe,
Good bye my friend and please again traverse.
The life of flappy bird. Haha sounds stupid, but the idea came to me. Worth giving a try, right? :)
Poetry | Updated Feb 7, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
I sometimes pull all-nighters, and when the sun rises, I like to sit in my window and watch it. So I wrote a poem about the sunrise and the dawn chorus. Enjoy!
By Ron Oselina
A poem of a Bird
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bill Schultz
Two children, one boy and one girl, are on the verge of being late for school. What hijinks will ensue?
This is the first draft for a fiction assignment. I'm only posting it here in its unfinished form because I wonder if I could get some critique from the Booksie Community on how...
Short Story | Updated Jan 25, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
She watches a tall, long haired man come out the crack of a broken door to a shabby wooden house. She starts to breathe heavily as he lifts his foot to the squawking blue jay, postponing it's death he looks straight at her.
I remembered a poem called when the caged bird sings..I think that's the name, and it inspired me to write it in my own way.XD
Poetry | Updated Dec 12, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
By Ken Goldman
Seventeen year old Socrates Singer, having as a child touched a sacred Oglala Indian tribal mask, discovers he has the ability to control birds of every species. The victim of bullies, Socrates is not quite sure how to use this newfound ability, but this changes when he meets Jamie Robinson,...
Novel | Updated Dec 9, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
BOY, GIRL, GRAN,CANARY, LONDON, 1950S