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A twirl. A leap. A suspension. A story. She dances. A cacophony of movements combined. Moulding together, To make a symphony of life. The music once again A part of her bloodstream. A second heart Pumping in time with a perfect beat. A life. A wish. A breath. A promise. In a ... - Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceDear Me, So right now you’re in the middle of grade seven, and you’re freaking out. Everything is weird and new to you – you are starting to need to grow up a bit more, and you’re not sure whether you actually want to commit to the complex world of adulthood. You’ve lost your b...
- Poetry > Free VerseAlong the war-swept country they tread Marking their personal journey Writing it into history’s dusty pages In the form of footprints in the soil Those years ripped away from them Stolen – like taking candy from a baby No one told them the scars you can’t see Would be the hardest ones...
- Fiction > RomanceI was seven when she walked through the doors to our classroom in bright pink socks, sky blue Converse trainers and t-shirt, red leggings and a huge smile. The rest of us sat there in our boring, monotone uniforms, stunned by the entrance of this strangely confident girl, but glad to have a distr...
- Poetry > Free VerseA graceful water bird waved at me today There I stood Oddly humbled. Unaware of it’s beauty It swam alone Peaceful in its small piece of watery paradise...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIt was a summer of berry-stained fingers and watery paints. A summer of home-made tomato sauce and chlorine-y hair. It was the summer that changed who I was, and the summer I’ll never forget. The crying was the first thing I remember about the night my Nonna died. Me awaking to the sou...
- Nonfiction > MemoirRight now I guess I’m pretty happy with my life. My few years in high school have led me to realise who my friends are, and what things are really important to me. To learn the most valuable lessons and to get the best rewards you have to go through the worst experiences - those days you w...
- Nonfiction > MemoirI didn’t cry. Which, I guess, is sort of strange, as most babies cry as soon as they’re born. And as, according to my parents, I didn’t stop crying once I was on my way home from the hospital, right up until I was about four years old. I have a feeling they were exaggerating a little. ...
- Opinion > Pop Culture / TrendsYou and I are at an age where we can tell right from wrong, good from bad, classy from trashy. We are at an age when we know to love the things we have. But even we, more than once, have compared ourselves to a certain celebrity, wanting to be as thin/rich/attractive/talented as him or her. And the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe arms that had held me so many times before Wrapped around me for the last time Neither of us spoke Both scared at the reality of goodbye I cried into your shoulder and realised Tears mean nothing They could never begin to measure How much I love you, and how much I regret? The years ...
- Opinion > Spirituality / ReligionI’ll be the first person to admit that I’m an atheist. It’s not because I don’t believe in religions, or don’t like them, it’s simply because that is the way I was brought up, and I then chose to follow that. But I do believe that when another human being is denied a crucial medical ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen I’m fourteen, I’ll wash the dirt off my knees. When I’m fifteen, I’ll publish my first book. When I’m sixteen, I’ll celebrate with my friends about leaving high school. When I’m seventeen, I’ll pull a face at myself in the mirror and laugh. When I’m eighteen, I’ll travel...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIt’s sort of funny – the way three simple words have to power to change you. Three tiny words. They are all it takes to turn your entire world upside down. November thirteenth – that was the day that those three words were spoken to me. That was the day my life was thrown into a somersault of ...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyPeter Pen was a very special pen, and you are about to see why. Peter liked people who didn’t make fun of his groovy lid. People like Peter’s best friend Ronny Ruler, his girlfriend Penny Pencil, and his cousin Ruby Rubber. Peter lived his life in a classroom. This is where he met Ronny ...
- Poetry > Free VerseDo you see what I see? Do you see the destruction, the chaos? Do you see the love, the beauty? Do you still see the world the way you used to? Wherever you are now Is it as terrifying as it is here? Is it as breathtaking as it it here? I'll find out one day. Do you hear what I hear?...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionOne day in June – actually, it was one evening, but that’s beside the point – Mum and Dad were acting rather strangely and secretively. Well, secretive, at least. They always had been a bit on the strange side. Anyway, Mum and Dad were both in the computer room and us kids were absolutely no w...
- Poetry > All PoetryAs I looked at that photo of you I saw: The crazy sleepovers, watching as many movies as we could before falling asleep. The surprise birthday parties that we could never quite keep a secret. The letters we wrote, telling the other just how much we loved them. Then I saw: The dirty looks for r...
- Poetry > All PoetrySPRING: Gardens come to life Green again after cold days Spring is back again WINTER: Snowflakes softly fall Children play in the cold snow Winter has arrived AUTUMN: Leaves falling from trees Acrobats on the crisp air I gently catch them SUMMER: Splashing in the creek Flip-flops...
- Poetry > All PoetryYou've become absorbed Just like everyone else You've lost all sense Of individuality. You've disappeared I don't know where. I intend to get you back, But will I be brave enough? You've can't live like this forever Surely you can see that. But we know why you hide, Why you fake it al...
- Poetry > All PoetryI saw her fist step, All clumsy and new. Saw her read, saw her write, Her first trip to the zoo. I went with her, On her first day of school, ‘Till the day she dropped out, ‘Coz it made her look ‘cool’. I was with her through jobs, When she moved out of home. When she went back...
- Fiction > All FictionI didn’t know where it came from. I didn’t know how it got there. I didn’t know why it was there. But there it was. There was an elephant in my Oak tree. It was a wet, windy, angry Saturday. The thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed. I sat glumly by the window, looking at the Oak t...
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