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This day honor your contribution ahead. Let us celebrate one message like never before. :)
Poetry | Updated May 9, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Millie Avissa Rehman
In school we were asked for a GCSE controlled assessment to do a short story based on a poem we had chosen from a list the teacher gave us. I chose the poem 'Hour' by Carol Anne Duffy because I thought it was beautiful and very deep, I also love any writing about romance. I had to re write this...
By Samantha Wellings
What really happens during Witching Hour -- from 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. Find out with little Jane Doe in her misadventure down the hall to the ancient grandfather clock in her parents home.
The second part of a story I actually finished, but the first part was lost in a fatal computer crash.
Alas I don't feel it will be whole again, but here is the final hour of a man who ventured into the unknown, and was swallowed by it.
Short Story | Updated Sep 18, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Juli Monat
Visions of love and desire.
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
I feel so lucky right now. For one of the few, rare times, my school has a 2 Hour Delay!!!! *virtual celebration commencing* So in honour of that, here's a happy little poem. :)
By Angel Plant
To me you have sent a red rose. It is your heart.
By Peter Hunter
... hour after hour...
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Alec lives with his mother and sister Bella due to his mothers job they move around alot, he thought it would be like every other time but when he meets a blue eyed boy his life is changed forever.
By Hoping For A Sunflower
The inspiration is a bit morbid, the train I was on hit someone the other day.
That's scared and in scar, not scared as in scare, like afraid.
Rylee ReneeLynn McAller was the girl you loved to hate. Flawless skin, long, thick dark brown, almost black hair, anperfect body and personality. She had straight A's and a job. She was 17, yet partyed like she was 21. What could you excpect from a gurl whoes mother couldnt care weather she was...