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Daisy Lillith Helland was never a firm believer in magic, but she had always wished that it was real. Despite how sweet that sounded, it wasn't just so she could see faeries or unicorns. No, she wanted to be the Evil Queen of quiet Hemlock, Massachusetts, and to join her evil reign would be her...
Remembering the day of her death Noelle's spirit from hell comes to reminder her that she doesn't know the whole story.Revealing true facts of her death that jesus tried to save her from.
Recollections and metaphors.
Poetry | Updated Mar 2, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Lilly Gilovitz
In life you can want something so much that you fantasise about it for years without actually making it a reality. But what if the fantasy overtakes your life? How will you cope with snapping back to reality? White Petals discusses the confusion of young love in modern day society.
I wrote this poem when I was in the seventh grade, I believe. It's an oldie but it meant a lot to me at the time.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2013 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Jennifer Brighton
A poem about daisies.
Poetry | Updated Jul 22, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A piece i wrote in year seven for a competition. Not my best but i like to revisit old stories, especially the ones that have a lot of truth in them.
Short Story | Updated May 6, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A child finds a fairy village and helps the fairies with building huts for them and is pleasent to them. A childrens book.
A boy falls in love with a girl, only to lose her. Very sad story. Feedback is greatly appreciated :)
By Sabina Yasmin Rahman
because always gleeful need not be always true!
How spending a day outside makes me feel.
A young girl is faced with the choice of abortion.
summer love was never meant to last...
It's a short story I made when I was daydreaming about the day spring will finally come. It's also the first story I've written from the (partial) point of view of a snowflake.
there is always something that makes you wonder how such simple things have meaning, wonder, and beauty. how it moves you to just say something about it. Thats what i did, i wrote about the beauty of the night that surrounded me as i flew back to my home in the aeroplane.
Poetry | Updated Jan 9, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1