Something Like Friendship — Two

Submitted by Madeline on Wed, 09/18/2013 - 18:17
This is a mild PG-13. Slight cursing, mention of teen pregnancy, and the mention of gay in relation to someone's sexual orientation in a non-derogatory way occurs.

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Chapter Two

Since I found out about the Gardner Street house, I’ve been painting ours like crazy. I finished the kitchen in record time and moved to picking out new colors for my bedroom, despite the fact that its old color was only six months in the making. But the moss green, all the sudden, seemed dirty and unpleasant.

company

Submitted by Kathleen on Mon, 09/16/2013 - 18:06

I think I will be a young maid
for many a year
but if ever an old maid I should be
I think I’d like a garden
where books grew off
trees
to keep me company.

And I would reach
to pluck a ripe and brooding Bronte
that would grow on such
a tree.

And from whence would come
these literary trees?
Why, from Dickens, Bronte, and
Tolstoy seeds.

The Suburbs

Submitted by E on Mon, 09/16/2013 - 03:52

1. Panic
I have so much to do
I can't even 
Ugh

2. Enchanted
People's eyes never grow
We are born and we die
Our eyes stay the same 
Yours are enchanting
I'm glad they'll never change 

3. Incomprehensible
I don't get it
How do they not love you 
The way that I do 

My YouTube, Shameless self promotion

Submitted by Madeline on Sat, 09/14/2013 - 15:00

Warning: This includes shameless self promotion.

SO. I created my YouTube channel. I don't have any videos posted yet, but if you would be lovely and subscribe, then you'll know when I do post. So here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/memaddiesings

And yes. *sigh* My name is Maddie. I feel very...um...weird saying that out loud. (ha. out loud. yes).

If you subscribe, thank you! Also check out my blog. If you want to follow me, that would be awesome:

Like A Willow Tree Dances

Submitted by Sarah on Sat, 09/14/2013 - 00:33

I hear some far-off song
or perhaps a little ditty,
And I may hum along
as I stroll throughout the city.

A dove begins to croon
the song I heard the world singing
it is a mournful tune
while that bird ‘round me is winging

But I skip through the crowds,
ignoring all the staring folk,
(I know my smile clouds
their somber lifestyle’s yoke.)

How can I bring myself
to sorrow for their discomfort?
Should joy be on a shelf,
Till no one objects or retorts?

The Curse of Time: Chapter 6

Submitted by Elizabeth Anne on Thu, 09/12/2013 - 12:04

So, did Raven really believe in alternate realities? Honestly, it was still a bit too much to actually believe, but she was starting to think that something weird was going on. By the time Cameron finally got there, she had about convinced herself that it was all a dream. Just about, but not quite there. It didn’t take much for Aaron and Cameron to convince her again, but she wouldn’t let them know. They didn’t deserve to know.

Though None Go With Me

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Tue, 09/10/2013 - 14:41

Notes: I have been working on this for about two months. It's been a journey, and still I am not satisfied with this final draft. But I still feel like I should post this. I am asking that if you comment, to please, please give your most honest feedback. It may hurt, but it will build. I need advice on grammar, content, and mainly how to write more powerful short stories. I've put my heart and my soul into this story, and I have prayed and prayed on how to write this, because some parts were just - so - hard.

My Appeal to Thee: A series of 5 poems

Submitted by Emilee on Sun, 09/08/2013 - 03:39

Ohhh, I've missed all you AP'ers! Here's a series of poems i've been working on, as always, nothing special!
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1. Understanding

Giver of all wisdom,
I don’t understand
Maker of my heart
I can’t seem to feel
Creator of all joy
Why can’t I feel it?

I think I am off
I think I am weird
I think I am different
I think I am wrong

Yes, Lord, I sin
Yes, Lord, I’m human
Yes, Lord, I wallow
Yes, Lord, I’m wrong

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