Around sixteen years ago, I wrote my first story, one which today I pray never ever gets into the hands of the free world.  Melodramatic, nonsensical, and - well, really just dumb, it was scribbled on two pieces of that old-fashioned printer paper and completed with my own illustrations.  That was the first of many stories that I would write over the next four or five years.  Most of the stories were based on my own adventures that I shared with Ezmerelda, my Yorkie Terrier, on my family's farm.  

Chapter 1

Give it or " SHARELENE!"

After breakfast the next morning, Cody declared it was time to find a gas station. Georgie was blindly trusting Cody on this one; she had no idea what exactly he was scheming. On the way there, Cody explained it to her. She gave him a very serious look.

 Across the leaves, the sun

Dances.

The rays of light brighten the

Dark.

Rain pours.

Flowers bloom.

A butterfly emerges.

A pond shimmers.

Petals float, catching the

Light.

Frolic.

Revel in the inescapable beauty.

 Gather around you all

Hear, oh hear my call

Soon the day will arrive

When this place should be alive

Ben the Editor Day is July first!

Of his greatness we must converse

Come offer your epics, your stories, your songs

Forget not your essays; they too, belong

Remember what dear Ben has done

Without him would we all be stuck on mibba.com?

Yes, this poem was written with haste

But this reminder I wanted to grace

Fluttering beat, then the heart stands still.

Excessive warmth, but then a cool chill

It's you.

It's her.

And me.

Squeezing in where I do not belong

Like singing the words to someone else's song

I'm breaking

And stepping

Away.

But I'll only cry when no one can see

So they won't wonder what's happened to me

And you'll never know.

You'll just

Never know.

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                                                           Chapter 4

                                                      dummie fighting

 Written by HomeschoolGirl and Kassady

Chapter One

Witten by HomeschoolGirl and Kassady

Sheylyn Mae Stevenson, sometimes called Lyn, looked out of her second story bedroom window onto the busy streets of New York City. Lights flashed and neon signs advertised popular shopping destinations.

Sherylyn would miss this when they moved.

Trying to keep my heart at bay
Trying to keep feelings out of the way
Reason should rule, because it's reliable
Emotions, however, are far too liable
To sway back and forth, causing only distress
So I allow Reason to be the mistress
Of my mind's household; decisions are made
By her, and my heart must obey.
At least, that was the plan.
But the more I try
And the harder I fight
To let reason have command
The more I find
Myself responding