Teen-Writers

Little girl, little girl Do you wander in your dreams. Seeking that key, one key of which you do seek Little girl, little girl, do not wake from your dreams your reflection in the mirror, is your own reality Little girl, little girl Still do you not see? The key to your heart, is trapped within your dreams Little girl, little girl Do not cry Your heaven is an illusion a petty lie

Frost spells out continents, On cold bus windows, And grubby fingers cross out, Half of France. And suddenly, the world melts, Winder bleeds into spring. The world moves too quickly, now a days, Bleeding faster and faster until the centuries fly past In the blink of an eye.

I think that, Perhaps, Language isn't needed. I think that perhaps algebra isn't needed either. I suppose we should pick one and focus on it. Make it good and competent. We can sew an angel with the words of a china doll, draped in lace, Or construct one with the double horns of a mathematical bull - You choose. But have you ever seen a paper match lit? Read the notes. MATH BULLETIN IN THE ANTHOLOGY: Both the chapters are parallel. Quick. Round up the oxen and the porcelain before they leave the pen (cil) Quick! Latin died and the maker wants the rest of civilisation. QUICK! Give it a second and you'll think it too,

The blue skies are now blanketed in gray and a thick fog had settled over the rocky hills.  Heavy with sorrow, one drop fell from above.  Like an army, a dark wall of rain followed.  As it pounded the earth below, the lifeless ground tried to take in as much as possible. Rain pelted the windows, creating a song with the far off thunder. Inside, she woke to the sweet smell of banana pancakes. After crawling out of bed, she nabbed his jacket and ambled into the storm. Desperately, she began to search for a way to escape. Time went by and her conquest left unfulfilled. Shrouded in darkness, she headed to the coast. Curled up before the crashin

Hunter and Prey The next thing I knew is that I was running for my life from this cold blooded killer who is just at my tracks. Running until my feet could take no more and breathing as if the air around me is being stolen from my lungs. I made a turn around a dark alley, hoping to loose my hunter and catch my breath but as I made my turn I clashed into something hard and fell on the cold street, hoping it was some bystander who could possibly be my rescue but in my fear, there standing in front of me is the cold blooded killer staring down at his prey with eyes dark as night and a face straight as stone the only hint of emotion he held is t

A young redhead sits on the sidewalk outside of a country convenience store. An older gentleman, probably in his mid 60s, limps over to her and sits beside her. "Can you spare some change?" He asks, his milky gray eyes trained fully on her. Standing up and smiling down at him, she walked into the shop and down the first aisle to the back freezers. Opening the door and grabbing two sandwiches (tuna of course) and two drinks, she pays the older Vietnamese woman and steps back out into the daylight. Her flip flops make a quiet 'swush swush' as she walked across the overly warm cement. "I'm sorry it ain't much," she said, handing him a sandwic

With her blood like lips she kissed, the moveless body of her fiancee. On his death she swore revenge, not knowing who killed him. She pulled out a silver, shining bullet, and let it disappear in her purse, there where she kept the others too. He did even make it to her husband. After she took out the bullet,she swung the heavy bleeding bag over her shoulder. For a moment she toughed of him, and then she toughed about her children, who would hungry be waiting for her return. Before you knew it she was gone,vanished in the light of the full, blue corn moon.

     They are one of the strongest and cutest couples I know.  They complement each other flawlessly in both a physical and a mental sense.  They've been together for over ten years and, although they just were officially married less than a month ago, they've considered themselves married for at least five years.  They are always smiling with each other, willing to do whatever it takes to make the other happy, and even own & run a business together.  Yes, these two lovely ladies are a match made in heaven; however, they had to go to a different state to be married because their

There was a hesitation in his heart - A ghost and photograph trapped within the confines  Of flesh and throat which wrought miserably upon Distraught vocal chords. Each gaping breath fled from his body, producing various shades of  white. It would submerge eventually, imprisoning the vessels of life with chills. " I admit …" he begun, laughing nervously as he dragged himself and tip-toed carefully. Purple laced skin filthy with spots of white and yellow. "There's nothing quite like it." It wasn't the first time he had experienced such pleasurable effects - producing the   Safe haven of a black and white world fleeting in c