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So Much for Fun and Games...

Of course, we laughed back when we heard the rumors about that Mansion. It was classic, just as if it was supposed to be a horror story, fated as such. An old mansion, all run down on the top of an eerie hill with a graveyard in the back. They said it was haunted, of course. It was the town’s ..

Words

She sits, staring blankly at a pageSimply wondering if her mind will kick inIt’s been so long since a poem flew forthSo she waits, and lets the pen do it’s talkingSpun from the ink, new worlds start to formCreatures and people she could barely imagineShe studies their liv..

Autumn Waves

-Autumn Waves-Leaves dance upon wavesSeashore's Summer fades awayIt's time for a change...

Circus

A Creative Writing Project by Katie

Black Widow

A flash of brunette hair was visible just around the corner in the main foyer. She laughed a little, as he swayed slightly with the weight of thirteen drinks on his shoulders. “Too much champagne?” She thought. She smile..

Voice

Voice The lilting tone of voiceIn the wind, through the treesIntangible, but perfectLaughing, yet serious Wistfully wishing, wantingTo hear this sacred song againTo find those beautiful lyricsIn order to sing them in return Lilting, sureImposs..

Eighteen Years

Eighteen YearsStruggle through the airI’m falling! No stopping now.To hit the ground is heaven,The awkward trappings gone at last In warmth I stayed for days,For weeks…who knows?Drinking in the life and waitingResting where I’v..

The Risk Taker

A group project by Jameylee Taylor, Katie Morton and Barbara Force

Violet Eyes

Consequences are often overlooked, actions unplanned and sometimes... they lead to a cruel fate. But what if you can prevent that very fate...?

Our Prayers

Our Prayers No longer safe and sitting homeThinking that you’re all aloneNo looking back behind to seeYour haven, Land of the Free Those creatures in the hell out thereWon’t be nice and won’t play fairStand strong, I ask of you this time..

Diseased

What really made us move...see it through my eyes.

The Last Dance

The Last Dance A search through a closetReveals an old boxFilled to brimmingWith things from her past A YearbookWith faded facesSmiling sweetly upShe remembers. The times long pastWell up in her eyesAs a smaller boxFinds its way b..

Riot!

Riot! This is for the people still oppressedBy the living situation under wayIf you’re the one that’s stressedI hope you stay, I hope you stay We feel that life is hard out there,Buried under bills to payIf you’ve got all this..

Battles Lost

Battles Lost Fate is Fate, you can’t change itDespite all odds to over come;When losing is the destiny chosen,You can’t fight it. If it were any otherChances could be betterMaybe they wouldn’t be…I can’t fight it. ..

Through His Eyes

Through His Eyes“He’s the one!” She saysHer eyes light up, thenHis best friend is floatingWay up on a cloud. That same cloudDrips sorrow in its rainOver his headShe was the one for him She’ll dance alongHer merry pathHe&rs..

Supernatural

A collab poem done in Creative Writing class, With www.writerscafe.org/writers/DelightfulDani

Chapter Seven -- I See You

“A coma?” came the voice of a frightened mother. She sniffed repeatedly, as if in hysterics. “Oh no…” came another voice. His was more confused, and guilty sounding. It was familiar, not strange or angry. “We…we c..

Chances Are

Free verse, whilst passing the time. Yeah :3

Heart's Song

|aab/ccb/ddb/eeb/ffb|

Dedication to September

(in Creative Writing Class)

The Difference Between

(what is right, and what we want.)

Nightmare

The Villanelle. This, I'm proud of. Thank youuuu Creative Writing Class!

I Swear it's a Sonnet!!

Trying to write an Italian sonnet I read about in Creative Writing Class. I was like "Man, I hate writing Regular Sonnets! So let me write one about hating to write sonnets!"

Don't Cry For Me

~Dedicated to Amanda and Alex Simonetti~ ~In Loving Memory of �Gramma� 9/25/08~

Chapter Six-- Nightmare

A shriek sounded through my house. I sat straight up in bed, and I realized that it had been my own voice. I closed my mouth abruptly, and noticed I was shaking like a leaf. Mom burst in through my bedroom door, and rushed to my side. “Isabelle! Hon’! What&..

Chapter Five-- Incidence and Consequence

“That kid, Eric... he’s an EMO idiot!” exclaimed Anthony, as I drifted down the hall to the library, emotionless. Anthony was angry at the scene Eric had caused in math class. “All he wants is attention! God, I just can’t deal wi..

Chapter Four-- Standing on Two Left Feet

A daze would maybe be the best word to use to describe my mentality. I had agreed with Julie, to stand against Stephenie. The major problem with this plan was simple:I could barely stand against a spider, let alone Stephenie! Groaning, I figured I’d bette..

Chapter Three-- Coffee and Guidance

I found myself rushing into the cafeteria, and standing on the cappuccino line, despite their high prices. I had to do something; I couldn’t end up thinking too long. I shuddered at the danger that could set in motion. In front of me, a girl stood with wavy black hair a..

Chapter Two-- Five Miles

The morning run was always so much longer than it should be. It was about seven in the morning, and I was the second person on the bus. I always sat alone, even now, as a junior. I couldn’t drive, as my very own car seemed like a far-off dream. The ..

Chapter One-- Reality

Monday…the epitome of torture. Another day of school, another day of being picked last on any team for Gym class, and another day of waiting, watching my dreams pass me by. Okay. So…maybe it wasn’t as “EMO” as I make it out to ..

Escape From Dreams

Have you ever walked through the halls, wondering what life would be like, if things actually went your way, instead of being just a dream?

He and I

A Canzone practice we did in Creative Writing Class.

Merewyn

[Mare-eh-win] This is another freeverse poem done in Creative Writing Class. It's a story of one sister's passion to avenge the sister she lost.

September

A freeverse poem study we did in creative writing class today.

Charlie's Advice

Often times, the best conversations are to people or things that won't really talk back to you.

Reckless

This is a Poem with a really...difficult rhyme scheme. Line 1: A|B|C|D / Line 2: E|F|G|H / Line 3: A|B|C|D / Line 4: E|F|G|H Yeah, all four words on line one have to rhyme to all four on line three, and same for lines 2 and 4. Its complicated!!

Creative Writing Class [1] 3 Tankas

The first poetry dump of CW class <3

Canopy

Just a little story I wrote last year. It was entered in a contest then, but never won. I still love it.