"Daddy! Daddy!" I call, running down the hallway to the room at the back of the house where my father Cennanon sits behind his potter's wheel, shaping a clay vase.
He looks up and smiles at me. "What is it, Indiel?"
I twirl around, spreading my arms wide. "Spring!" I sing out happily.
"Come, my little one. We will go see spring together," he laughs, standing and washing the clay off of his hands. He takes my small hand in his own large one, and we walk outside together.

I normally wouldn't post any fan fiction, simply because mine is all very cheese ball(My one about Finnick and Annie would horrify you), but I sort of like this one. Probably just because it's very short and simple and I normally tend to drone on and on in my poetry. I would really appreciate comments! Advice is very welcome!
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Hiding
A Pride and Prejudice fan fiction
Your eyes look at me, un-moving
Your words are cold, uncaring
Your glances are harsh, judging

She paused and took a deep breath. Jack looked up into her face with a plea.
“Please, Aunty Sue,” the lad implored, “don't say that's the end.” She smiled at his eager brown eyes and placed a soft, wrinkled hand on his brow.
“It is, child,” returned Aunty Sue. “Stories don't last forever.”
“Do you have another one, I hope?” said Jack, not without a small sigh, for he was resigning himself to his fate. She thought for a moment, black eyes twinkling behind the round glasses.