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  The Dark Dark End

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  You look at me Your fingers encrusted with ruby And your eyes inflamed with pain A face where once a smile had lain Your lids; closed Your touch cold Lips icy And hands that fold. The eyelashes; tender The lines all but disappeared Skin pale And death that has recently appeared. Yo...
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  Marnie

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  I remember Marnie She was in my ninth grade class The girl with the wonky glasses And the kindest smile ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Alive

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  Do you know what it really feels to be alive? Do you count the endless particles in the air, breathe in the fresh scent of life, and count the soft twinkles in the bleak sky? Do ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Mirror

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  Mirror do you think I’m beautiful? Then why do you call me ugly? Mirror do the faded lines the warped view Does it all ring true? Mirror do you draw the circles of fat on my thighs? Mirror do you tell me to starve for more Mirror, are you listening at all? Mirror do you understand? Do you...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Crack

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  You hear the lash of the crack You feel the smooth stench of rock You draw in your nostrils You pitter-patter on your feet You work around the clock. You dress a little smarter You wear your hair out Pressed and smooth You tighten your laces You clear your throat to shout. You see the...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  My Dream...

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  The days still feel raw, uneven. The unsettled beat of my heart persists, but my soul is lost. My tongue is trapped inside the roof of my mouth, and the words do not come. It doesn’t matter that mum cries or Isabel, my seven-year-old sister, begs me to talk. It doesn’t matter that my ex-best fri...
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  Emily

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  For me the attic was always a mysterious, enchanting, almost magical place. But this particular time aged eleven was somehow dark. My bare feet padded and creaked as I tripped up the attic steps, the veins pulsing in my neck as I prised the cover off the ceiling lid, clambered in, and screwed ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Fern's Legacy

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  A hope A dream A destiny …and Fern. Fern The fiery-haired youth Fighting against the prejudices Battling through the trees Surviving the drone of bees To give a message To her beloved people That the cure was located Mapped out To bring an end to the fever bout. Struggling up ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The Human Theory: (Man in the Lift)

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  There was once A very wise man with a theory With a careful devise. He planned to offer Great reward To the claimer of the best received gift Whether spoon or sword. You see This very clever little man Had a very clever little Plan. He entered a great silver Lift Offering a rew...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Imagine

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  Imagine you are in a beautiful forest, surrounded by healthy, green, juicy-looking leaves, with the hot, passionate, burning sun warming your back and slowly slithering up your back like a cobra snake. Imagine you are in space, the atmosphere fuzzy, bounce, bounce, bouncing in your space boots, lea...
• Fiction > Fan Fiction
  Sticks and Stones

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  They’re the only ones standing in the way of freedom. Your heart is thrumming like a bird in your chest, ready to leap out and fly away. You tell yourself you won’t let them hold you back anymore. You need to get away, be independent, begin a new life away from here. The black shadows under your...
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  The Girl

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  The girl looks up at you Her hair is a dancing fire You don’t know her name But of the chase you tire. She has bright brown eyes That see right through you She knows how to cheer you up When you are blue. Her limbs are long and willowy She walks of a certain grace Her posture is so ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Sad Story

  

  By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

  At the bridge of Erskine Where the waves whoosh out, You can hear two girls whine It’s a sad story, it’s a sad story. One of the girls was Georgia Rowe, just fifteen, her boyfriend was shot She was in a woman’s unit to help her bear, She felt her boyfriend’s hand and it was cold, no ...