Few things can be as purely cruel as a child...especially a child that never has to grow up... (Last update: 7/24/04)
I wrote this poem a few years ago, but it's still one of my favourites. I was trying to write a love poem that didn't sound like any other love poems I'd read, and this imagery came to mind.
A creepy look into the world of fairies...What are they hiding and how far are they willing to go to protect their secrets?
This is just a little poem that I wrote, which is weird because I hate writing poems. I just thought of it while I was bored and wrote it down.
A peom I wrote in grade 6...so three years ago...just kinda a little freaky thng
This is one of the stories i wrote in 'advanced' short story last year at school. It isent my best, but with the prompt i was given, i did what i could. The prompt, by the way, was the first sentence. Hope you like this one. This is acculy the second ending, when i wrote it before i dident like the end, so i changed it.....but i am not totally happy with it either. I'd like feedback on the structure and ending espically.
A weird little bit of a story I wrote a year or two ago. I'm not sure if it was meant to be the beginning of an actual longer story or what. I'm not sure if I'll ever continue it (I'm not sure what else should happen), but it does end without an explanation so maybe there should be more.... I'm not sure how I thought of it or why. It's mostly completely random.
Murklusia is a place unknown to the reader currently, but this poem describes one area in the large land. It describes the start of a tale of five heroes who set off to save the world from destruction, but what is to come of them?
this is based off of a strange and creepy short story i read in seventh grade that has stayed with me ever since. It was about a room that changed according what you wanted it to be. The room could change into the open savannah, or into a mythical world. My version can only show memories though. This makes it different, so its not fanfiction. I repeat : this is NOT fanfiction. Enjoy.
A young genius is obsessed with inventing. She's also on the run from the government, who want to figure out how her telekinesis works. Occasionally she has enough time between relocations to work on her inventions, and soon she comes to build a robot. It doesn't turn out how she expected it to...
A variation on 'Dream or Reality?', all different except for the last stanza, and the repeating line. This one was writin last year