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Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 17:13

 

She's drowning her tears trying to breathe

But suffocating because she can't find any air

She falls down an abyss, hoping to never return to the surface

All because of a broken heart.

A boy came into view, a boy who held all her dreams

Swept her away when she fell in love with his candy-sweet words

He declared ardent love for her and he said he'd never leave her.

He said he fell in love with the way she looked at him.

Kreen Aktin by William Andrews-Chapters 1-5

Submitted by Laura Elizabeth on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 16:20

Hello, everyone! My brother (who is now sixteen) wrote this book when he was eleven or twelve. I thought it was really imaginative, as well as funny. I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as I did.

Chapter 1

A huge ship raised anchor. Aboard her was a crew with cut-throat pirates. The captain of the ship was named Kreen Aktin, or that's what he wanted people to call him. I don't know his real name.

Aahrenwold pt. 2

Submitted by Aalen Fideli on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 04:08

Chapter 2

 

As night fell, Kalen walked over to the tree he had seen earlier. Finding that this was as good a place as any to stay the night, he sat down.

And immediately stood up again, what a dumb place to put a... what was that? The Thing was a locket of sorts; a hand sized locket.

It had spikes around the edge, which made it as difficult to sit on as it was to open. But having done so, Kalen looked inside, it had a name carved on it: Alegis Etus Ordinius.

Storm Warning, Chapter 20

Submitted by Jackie West on Sun, 06/05/2011 - 22:55

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It's Not That Simple ((Chapter Five))

Submitted by Madeline on Sun, 06/05/2011 - 00:48

*Okay, Phillip-lovers. Here's a little twist! :) Everyone please let me know what you think if you get the chance. Much thanks! 

 

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Chapter Five:

 

Aahrenwold pt. 1

Submitted by Aalen Fideli on Fri, 06/03/2011 - 23:56

Chapter 1

Kalen looked around. He was getting a serious feeling of deja vu. There was the stone wall, the tree, the tall grass, the dragon and a faint bit of music.
A song he had heard before. there were words sometimes. it went: "flower burning, midnight bright. moonlit ocean of the night. dragons sing and walk with you. remember nothing save the tune."
All very random.

It's Not That Simple ((Chapter Four))

Submitted by Madeline on Thu, 06/02/2011 - 13:22

 

That night I retired to bed with a lot to think over. Since my return only a short couple weeks ago, many things had seemed to happen. I barely was getting sleep at night, it seemed, worrying over matters that weren't worth my trouble.

 The image of Brandon crying kept playing back in my mind. I had always assumed him an unstoppable force, something that couldn't be messed with. But, of course, his family could break him. I was surprised as a surge of hate went through me, making my mouth go bitter. How could their father do that to them?

Little Apple Core

Submitted by Bridget on Thu, 06/02/2011 - 05:47
In a quiet little room
On a fuzzy little floor
Sits a most magnificent
Dirty apple core.   This apple core laughs
At all who pass by,
But when no one is near
It starts to cry.   The reason is plain
No question about it
Keep it quiet though
No need to shout it.   The apple core’s lonely.
It just wants a wife
With an apple-core figure
And shining blue eyes.   She must utterly adore him
And smell quite apple-y
If they have apple-core kids
They’ll live quite happily.   Suppose you and I