Stone Cold

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sun, 09/28/2008 - 15:12
A sweet innocent child
So young and pure
Your features alight with joyful enthusiasm
That was so many years ago
What happened to the loving person I knew
Your eyes have hardened
Your features stone cold
Though you're young
It seems you've grown old
There is a battle raging between us
But you will not put down your sword
I've already surrendered
I thought there was hope
But I was mistaken
You lost your heart
You have turned to stone

Magical Ink

Submitted by Heather on Fri, 09/26/2008 - 03:46

The candles are lit to chase away the dusk
As I sit down at my writing desk
With my quill pen and bottle of ink
The task falls to me to record a quest
I dip the pen in the dark liquid ink
And spread a parchment before me
The nib touches parchment, the ink flows
The room fills with a thousand shapes I barely see
As I write, a unicorn prances across the desk
His hoofs wave, with his horn he defies all
Now marching past, a line of kings
Grim and noble before their house's fall
A dragon winging by, iridescent purple

World Unknown-Chapter One

Submitted by E on Fri, 09/26/2008 - 01:45

*Hey guys, I hope you like this story I'm working on! I am switching points of view with each chapter. This is Aila (IGH-luh), a seventeen year old girl, who loves her villiage dearly and only wants the best for it. The next chapter will be about another person.*

Aila

A Tolkein Moment

Submitted by James on Thu, 09/25/2008 - 22:33

I sit with pen and ink in hand,
Before me, pages white;
My mind is filled with visions grand
As I begin to write.

My thoughts depart my cluttered floor
And leave my earthly home,
And take instead to wond’ring o’er
The places legends roam.

My eye now rich, deep beauty finds
In curling scripts, and tongue,
The kind devised by Elven minds
When Middle-Earth was young.

I hear the ring of pick and ax!
Beneath the mountain deep,
Before the evil one attacks;
While Sauron’s hoards still sleep.

Chapter Seven

Submitted by Amy on Wed, 09/24/2008 - 00:03
I finished the semester successfully, and was never more grateful to be home. I was glad that there was Christmas break before I had any more classes, auditions for Menotti’s “The Telephone,” and “The Medium,” and well, just everything. I was glad I was going to have a room to myself, I was glad that I could have a bathroom all to myself with a real door and only one shower stall. And I was ecstatic about seeing Kitty and Mom. I absorbed every moment of calmness and clarity that being at home afforded. It ended much too soon.

The Water Horse: Chapter Four

Submitted by E on Tue, 09/23/2008 - 20:39

After taking her time dressing, Mel and her parents went back to Gran's house.
Mel was and wasn't looking forward to this visit. What if...What if she was right? Mel thought this over again and again in the car. She did wonder what they looked like, what they were like. What if they exsisted after all? Oh, that would be amazing!
Mel shook herself mentally. Stop it, Mel. Gran just needs a....uhmmm....Wake up call! Yeah. That's it, a wake up call, she told herself.

Rosie

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 09/23/2008 - 16:42

I shall miss your utter stupidity,
even though it used to annoy,
I shall miss you living under my bed,
even though you chewed up my toys

You made me feel safe,
and hid during thunder,
You jumped on my bed,
and messed up my covers

You smelled and you shed,
you barked constantly,
you tore up the carpet,
(who cares, it was ugly)

You were a nanny,
a wolf, and a babysitter,
a reindeer, a horse--
(a real derby winner)

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