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White Funeral, part one

Submitted by Hannah W. on Fri, 12/18/2009 - 16:26

**This is inspired by a dream I had about a year ago-- I just found the paper on which I wrote about it, and it inspired this story. It will be a short one (read: not a novel), but I wanted to split it into more than one part so that it can have more time to fully flesh out. At the end, I will also try to get a better title, since this one doesn't quite fit. Let me know what you think, and as always, Enjoy. :) **

 

 

Writing---An incredible gift

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 12/10/2009 - 22:14

Notebook flipped open to an empty page

Pencil in hand, eraser in range

A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written

But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"

 

Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel

If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift

Why am I not pouring it out to the world?

 

Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!

The gift to design a world of my own

The gift to sing without a voice

The gift to fly on the wings of the wind

Please Read. This is Really short.

Submitted by I am Nate-Dude on Wed, 12/02/2009 - 00:09

 

In a few days, it’s rumored, that Obama will make a treaty with the U.N. that will take away our constitution.  It will make us equal with all the other countries of the world.  We will no longer be a world power.       How can this happen!!!  This has no advantage to anyone.  Well, except for the guys who want to kill us. Obama is such a Communist.                 Please pray that this bill does NOT pass.  If we unite, God may act on our behalf.

The North Window

Submitted by Ariel on Thu, 11/05/2009 - 21:24

           The events in his life seemed unavoidable; as if nothing in this world could have stopped the things that transpired in the dark night, yet we will never know. I wonder if he ever imagined the terror that he would have to endure forevermore the night that he closed that window and replaced the sword up against the mantelpiece were it had rested for generations. He must have known that thoughts of the past would haunt him forevermore, causing him to seal himself off from the world permanently in hopes that they would never find him. But who can tell?

Rest in Peace

Submitted by Clare Marie on Sat, 10/24/2009 - 00:59

 


Rest in peace, little one

Rest in peace

Your troubles are over, little one

Rest in peace


 

You looked death in the face

Little one

And did not flinch


 

Pain

Oh, the pain you endured


 

All because of your love,

Little one

Be not afraid


 

They talk of justice, little one

They talk of peace

But who, little one, noticed

When you suffered?


 

Pray, little one

You are safe now


 

For my Grandmother

Submitted by Clare Marie on Tue, 10/13/2009 - 23:05

**Written and dedicated to my grandma in the month of her death, September 2008.....We were very, very close.**

 

I was alone

And yet not alone

Because thoughts

Of you

Were with me

I sang

The last song

I ever sang to you

And it ripped my heart

Like claws

I let thoughts

Of you

Fill my head

Because then I lived

Those moments

Over again

And again

I heard your laugh

Saw your smile

And I cried

I wished I could grab you

And pull you

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