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It's here! We have a new blog just for sharing stories, poems and artwork. It's called Pink Locker Artists and we'd love you to check it out.

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Anonymous Icygirl;) said...

Omg thx jemma:D ur totally awesome :)

March 2, 2013 at 12:10 AM  
Anonymous MeMe said...

So awesome! I'm really excited!!!

March 2, 2013 at 3:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is the email adress to send the stories??

March 2, 2013 at 4:43 AM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...

OH MY GOODNESS OH MY GOODNESS! Im so excited!! EEK! Thank you so much Jemma!

March 2, 2013 at 12:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

As I sit in my battered out chair, I look across the valley. The mountains flow with small rivers, and the lake glistens in the evening light. The sky is a blazing red colour, and the sun is slowly drifting away, and it begins to turn to dusk. Slowly, I turn to my little run down house, I live there with my mum and my younger brother. And my dad well, we don't really know where he is, but that another story.
Gently, I pull myself out of the old deck chair and slouch back inside. As usual, Mum is sitting reading the old newspapers from the bins, and Jack is playing with that same rattle he does day after day. My mother has hazel eyes, and her hair is raven black, dark as night.Jack, has a thin, sad face, he is not like other children in the towns, that are well fed and properly dressed,he has the same sleep suit and that's it. Me, well I have crystal blue eyes, and long dark brown hair. I am our only hope. If I wasn't here then Jack wouldn't be either. Mum, doesn't know what to do. Dad, he went three years ago when I was 12, he just went out to get the groceries, and he never came back. Nobody has seen him since then. Anyway, I feed the family because I sing, only once a week down the local pub. I do it for 3 dollars, and that is what we keep ourselves alive with. We have to scrape all that we can. But we have to get on with it.
About three weeks later, I was walking in the forest, to escape for a bit and I came across a young girl. She must have been only 5 6. I was confused as to why she would be here alone, so I asked. As I approached her I felt as if I knew her. Like we had met before. "Excuse me, why are you here!" This sounded a bit rude.
She hesitated "I am waiting for my father, he has gone fishing"
"Oh" I know it was different people but my father always took me with him when fishing.
"Will you sit with me?" She asked me innocently.
What was I going to say? No?
Shortly after, I could see a man approaching, as he came into focus he saw me and we locked eyes.
He looked as I remembered my father. Then my vision went black. I fell to the ground, Everything was silent.

I woke with a start. Instantly, I felt around, as if I didn't know where I was. I looked up, the people were gone.
At that moment, I saw flashes of light before me,and something shining shimmered onto the ground, in a split second, I was standing face to face with what seemed to be a fairy. "Bryony, do not worry"
"Who are you?" I said shocked.
"I'm a fairy, you seemed confused let me enlighten you, the people who saw earlier were you and your father"
I am puzzled "but that girls was little"
"Do you remember when you were little? That was you!"
Unlike me, I started sobbing.
"Father? Father? I'm sorry fairy, I'm going to find my dad! ...

March 2, 2013 at 12:07 PM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...

Heres a story I'd like to submit:

I am Maggie. Nothing more, absoloutly nothing less. Im a leprachaun.
Ourg! I knew you'd take it like this. All those stories about short little men give us such a bad rep. Here me now: I AM PERFECTLY AVERAGE HEIGHT!!
Anyway, this is the story of my first pot of gold.

"Alex!" I called, waving my arms and grinning. She was across the street, merandering my direction but looking at the ground, swinging her coppery arms. Hearing my voice, she lifted her head and picked up her pace.

"Hey Maggie! Whats up, buttercup?" Alex is a fairy, so everything she says has to rhyme.
"Did you see the weather forcast? The storm in Greenland is clearing up!" I said excitedly.
Alex stared at me blankly, blinking her colour changing eye-lashes. I rolled my eyes and explained.
"Theres sure to be a rainbow! This could be my first pot of gold!"
"Oooh!" Alex squealed a bit, clapping her hands. "Can I come? I promise I wont hum."
I smiled and snapped my fingers. The air around us melted like warm chocolate on your fingers, revealing a very mirage-like portal. Im not fabulous at portals, but this one looked perfect.
I grabbed Alex's hand and sprung in, trying to ignore the woozy, naseaus feeling portal travel causes.
As soon as I landed, I knew we were in the wrong place. I dont know much about Greenland, but I was pretty sure it didnt have pyramids and camels strolling about. Like I said, Im not great at portals.
"Egypt? What the heck! This will be QUITE the trekk," Alex joked halfheartedly.
I snapped my fingers again, trying to concentrate harder.
It didnt really work.
"Japan? Oh man!"
Next up was...
"Brazil! Look at all that tasty food. Pity Im not in the mood..."
Soon we were in...
"Alaska? Good thing I brought my mask-a!"
As Alex's rhymes got worse and worse, so did my portals. They were smaller and the travelling was taking much too long. I knew I could only make one more before my magic would run out for the day.
"We gotta go home, Im sorry Alex," I said, as I leapt through the last portal.
Very luckily, we ended up back in Canada. Even more, astonishingly lucky, was that their was a rainbow spread, wide and bursting with colour, over my front porch. I ran up and grabbed my first pot of gold.

Thanks for reading this! I hope it goes up on the Pink Locker Artists Blog. If it does, please comment advice!

March 2, 2013 at 12:49 PM  
Anonymous ShowJumperForever said...

Can't wait to see it!! First comment?

March 2, 2013 at 1:20 PM  
Anonymous AwesomeSauce said...

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I have been excited form the time you mentioned this idea in the beginning! Thank you for a making a magnificent blog!


March 2, 2013 at 1:53 PM  
Anonymous Elana said...

This is a tone poem I made last year for English class about a figure skating competition.

As I laced up my skates
Excitement filled the air
I warned up and waited
For my name to be announced
Nervousness overwhelmed me
My toes tingled, I shivered and shook
But as my music began
I was anxious to start

I was freezing and frigid
While jumping and spinning
But I smiled and up straight
Trying my very best
On the stiff, slippery ice
I took powerful strokes
And in my final axel
I lost all fear
And finished my program, proud

I was excited to get My results
The anticipation, I just couldn't wait
The scores went up on the wall
My names was 1st on the list
Next to number one!
I filled with relief
I was happy
And had
Lots of
FUN! :)

March 2, 2013 at 2:13 PM  
Anonymous troquoisegirl said...

ok ill try but i was wondering if you are allowed to send in stories cause ive got a good onr

March 2, 2013 at 2:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm wearing shorts today!!! Yay!!! Go warm weather!!
ViolinistAtSoul :)

March 2, 2013 at 2:55 PM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

A Wishing Star
I was always lonely, and too shy. Words fluttered around me day and night. I had friends, but I couldn't trust them. They weren't my best friends. What was wrong with me?
Nothing. I felt insecure. Why? I needed a friend. Girls around me went shopping with their besties, texted or called, but not me.
Until one day a girl said hi. I stopped. I looked up quickly.It was a girl with a long, braid, and a pink top. She looked cheerful and happy.
"Hey." I replied, but no words came out.I was at my locker, and
it felt weird."What's your name?" she asked.
"'s Claire!" I exclaimed. I messed up. I shouted. I looked around. Suddenly, my red skinny jeans and black hoodie seemed tighter.
"That's a pretty name! Well, my name is Bethany. I'm new to this school, so I figured I should make some friends." Bethany explained. She wants to be friends with me. With me! The girl with long black hair, a little too pale skin... with me!
It never occured to me that I was awkward though. I was the geek chic who liked math, who always wore atleast something black, who had dark brown eyes, who loved to read.
"It was nice meeting you...Bethany." I replied. As always, I gathered my things, and left my locker in silence.

"Hey, Claire.How was school?" dad asked.I never told my parents that I didn't have many friends."It was great! I'm gonna do homework!" I said hurridly, as I unzipped my hoodie.
" Aren't you hungry?" mom asked, holding a plate.
"Maybe later mom." I answered, and rushed to my room. I closed the door.Red painted walls.A bookcase of my books and pictures, my made bed. My stuffed teddy bear, and my colorful lights and pink lamps and my black rug,my dresser and my tv...the typical room of Claire.

I looked out my window.A big shining star was above me. I looked at it. "Please, please...let Bethany be my BFF.She's my only chance." I whispered.It wasgoing to be Friday tomorow.I walked over to my bed, and closed my eyes.

I turned the dial on my locker." Claire! Claire!" I turned around."We have the same classes,all!" Bethany said."R-really?" I asked.Everything changed."C'mon, let's be friends!" Bethany said. Uh...freak? But I guess we were both freaks. And ever since, we were besties.
Today, we wear BFF bracelets everday, since 6th grade.I don't know if wishing on the star helped the loner Claire, but it helped me at home.As a family,we spend more time together and going on vacations.But now, we're
Besties. I had my wishing star.
*characters are made-up, ;) *

March 2, 2013 at 4:38 PM  
Anonymous watermelonpuppy said...

Yay!!!!! I'm going to submit some of my artwork

March 2, 2013 at 9:33 PM  
Anonymous Lucy said...

This is just a little short story I made up while in class. It's called, 'The Swimming Sisters'

‘Right guys, I want to see you all doing a length in backstroke.’ All my sister Jess needs to hear is ‘length’ and ‘backstroke’ and she’s off. She’s always been so much better than me in swimming. In everything to tell you the truth. Dancing, hockey, singing, football, you name it, she’s better than me. She’s not even that much older, only a few months. We were meant to be twins, but she pushed out first and as usual, I was late. I watch as her strong arms and legs take her swiftly to the other side of the pool. I nibble my lip nervously as she heaves herself out of the pool.
‘Lucy, you’re up.’ I glance at my older sister up in the top set. She catches my eye and gives me a thumbs up. Olivia’s the supportive one, unlike Jess. I hold my breath and plunge into the pool. It’s freezing, but I push my legs off the edge and swim. I hear the swimming instructor say, ‘Dylan, off you go.’ As I reach the middle of the pool. Dylan, my lifetime crush. I lose my balance for a second but I stay strong. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. I felt Dylan come up behind me. I smile and plunge my right arm into the water. I feel something material-ish. Swimming trunks. I, Lucy Owens, just patted Dylan Landon on the bottom! I blush but I carry on. I feel him swimming further to the right. Well done Lucy, I think, you just patted THE hottest guy on the butt. I felt the wall and ended my length. Dylan was climbing out, avoiding my gaze. I have such a way with the guys, I think.

March 3, 2013 at 4:23 AM  
Anonymous cutiepie4eversophie said...

Omg that seems sooo kewl i wanna try it!!!

March 3, 2013 at 11:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

just a question, but how did you get your taskbar pink? in the screen print in the picture?

March 3, 2013 at 3:10 PM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

Lucky duck

March 3, 2013 at 5:46 PM  
Anonymous Bluetiful Blossom said...

Excited!! Are we allowed to send more than one poem or story? =)

March 3, 2013 at 6:59 PM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...

@ Lucy
Awwe, that story is so cute! Is it true? (just because you talk about Lucy and your screenname is lucky)

March 3, 2013 at 9:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I swing my thin arms by my sides, whisteling softly into the mossy canopy of thin branches protruding above me. I spot a wiggle somewhere a few height above my head, and I grin.

"Voldevent? Is that you?" I approach a close tree, with solid thick branches starting close enough to the ground to climb.

I shove my fingers into the indented ripples of bark, throwing myself higher and higher. I reach a small woodpecker hole, amber sap dripping slowly in long streams down the trunk of the tree. I press my eye to the hole, getting sap in my eyelashes.

A tiny, green face with mischevious features confronts me. Upturned eyebrows, a slightly bent nose and a grin that a school teacher would immediately peg as a trouble maker.

"Ay it is thy, you speak with a loud tongue, mistress. You will wake things that much perfer to sleep," Voldevent hissed and purred in his miniscule elf voice.

This is my world. My world of faeries, all living in my forest. The elves live in the trees, the sprites in pinecone layers, and my favorite friends, fairies in tree stumps that have been eaten by bugs to have holes.

"Oh dont be such a worrier. I have yelled here before, you know. Im practically whispering," I realize he's right though. Honestly, there are things much worse than the goblins that live in turned-up tree trunks. Much much worse.

Voldevent smiles, and spits a wad of sticky sludge in my eye and disappeares up his hidey-hole. I almost scream, but I manage to clamp my hand to my mouth and only cause a muffled shriek. Quiet unfortunately, its the hand holding me onto the tree.

I fall, tumbling and twisting over branches that only hit me and drop me, screaming all the while. I hit the ground, a layer of pineneedles cushioning me slightly. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to cry. Goblins sense weakness.

But it isnt a goblin that finds me there.

Of course, elves were born to make trouble. Im sure Voldevent didnt realize I was fall, and since he has wings it wouldnt have mattered to him anyway. But HE is the one always warning me about the beast. And now hes caused me to wake it.

The ground benieth me shudders, the earth breaking and cracking while it rises. A monster, more horrible than anything I'd ever seen before bursts from the hole.

Its brown skin is rough like elephant hide, but dirtier from years of sleeping underground. The earth has become him. His face is covered in the roots of a small tree that sprouts from his back, and his arms are entirely liken. He lets out a terrifying roar, shaking the Brownies from their nests.

I scuttle back like a crab, trying to be low and small and silent. But I am none of those, I am human. The beast is only feet away, and it is hungry from years of only earth. It takes great, shuddering footsteps toward me on all fours, sniffing its massive pale nose. Its eyes are milky and I dont think it can see, but it sure can smell me.

I grabbed a short, scrawny stick and was preparing to strike the beast away, when a whole hoard of elves and fairies swoop down from the moss canopy, armed for battle and lead by Voldevent. They pelt the monster with pebbles and tug on the grass growing over its legs. The monster roars again, trying to swat off its tiny attackers. Bit by bit, they faeries push him back into the hole where he came, throwing soil over top of him as he goes.

And then it was over. Just like that. The most terrifying experience in my entire life had happened in less than ten seconds. The world was still spinning, everyone elses lives were still going on. It was over.

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! I just started typing and couldnt stop. Oops!!!

March 3, 2013 at 9:32 PM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

@Icygirl;), @MeMe, @Remakingabraverme, @AwesomeSauce, @Watermelonpuppy, @Cutiepie4eversophie, @Bluetiful Blossom, I agree this is completely awesome! Sm:)e!

@Anonymous, yes that seems to be the email adress that you submit stories to. Sm:)e!

@Anonymous, I hope all goes well for Bryony, and that she finds her Father! Cool story! Sm:)e!

@Remakingabraverme, that story is really funny! Speaking in rhymes, a normal-tall, not-so-great-at-magic leprechaun, thats really original! Sm:)e!

@Elana, all of you poetic girls that post poems might be changing my mind about poetry. If all poetry was like yours (Elana) I might read and write more poetry. Sm:)e!

@Turquoisegirl, of-course, thats the whole point! Sm:)e!

@ViolinistAtSoul, Lucky! Where I live the winter will probably last until the end of April! And now Im on holiday in a sunny country, but its too stormy to leave the house :(! Sm:)e!

@Geekchic:), Great story! I can really relate to Bethany, and the whole geeky/awkardness of Claire. Sm:)e!

@Lucy, unfortunately, I have touched alot of butts on my swim team by accident, but luckily (or unluckily?) there arent any cute guys on the team, but it IS very awkward. Fabulous story by the way. Sm:)e!

@Anonymous, I dont even know what a taskbar IS, so I cant help you. Sm:)e!

@Anonymous, Fantastic story! It reminds me a bit of the spiderwick chronicles books. Sm:)e!

Everyone, Im running out of positive adjectives! Why do you all have to be so naturally gifted at writing?
Also, do you have any idea why, no matter how many times I refreshed, none of your comments showed up yesterday and the day before? Sm:)e!

March 4, 2013 at 5:50 AM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

Hiya girls! Can you suggest a genre that I can write a story about?

Also, opinions;
Bras, do you think all women should wear them? Do you think there should be an age/boob size limit? Do you think training bras count as 'real' bras?

Hair, do you think girls should get rid of the hair on their legs? Armpits? Bikiniline? What do you do?

Dating, do you think guys should ask girls? Do you think guys should be extra chivalrous towards girls (aka, hold doors, push in chairs, wait to eat etc.)?

Make-up, do you think girls should wear it? What about guys? Age limits? Special occasions?

Gender roles, what do you think about them? Should they be erased completely? Do you think it will ever happen? (that we will live in a gender neutral society) There is a newish Swedish word (Hen) that is gender neutral, what do you think about it?

Feminists, do you think they have the right idea? Are/would you be one? Do you know any?

Have you at any point in your life wished that you were a guy? If yes, why?

I hope you girls can help me out on all these "philosophical" questions. Sm:)e!

March 4, 2013 at 6:12 AM  
Anonymous Icygirl;) said...

Omg good story! Is that the end or are you going to continue, because its awesome!

March 4, 2013 at 9:47 AM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

BTW, these are my opinions right now,
Bras, I think it should be your own choice, and not influenced by peer pressure or wanting to look a certain way. I dont think there is any point in wearing a bra if you are flat chested. I think of training bras as alternative bras.

Hair, again as long as your doing it for you and not the media. I only get rid of the hair on my armpits. I did my legs once and they were really smooth for like a day and then got bristly, so Im letting it grow. Im kindof scared of doing my bikiniline though.

Dating, yes but only cause Im too chicken to ask them myself lol. They shouldnt HAVE to, but it is really cute.

Makeup, if it makes them more confident and they dont cake it on, sure. Guys can wear it too, but will probably get teased to death unless they do theatre. I dont think 12 year olds need makeup, unless its like concealer or something and they feel self conscious about acne, and its not bad for your skin. Yeah, wearing makeup on special occasions is cool.

I havent made up my mind about gender roles or feminists yet.

I used to want to be a boy, cause my bro always got remote controlled cars, and I was fed up of getting dolls (which I loved anyway lol)

What do you girls think? Sm:)e!

March 4, 2013 at 10:09 AM  
Anonymous Lucy said...

Heya! I have a really strong opinion on racism, so I wrote a poem ^^

Show Racism the Red Card

He wants his happiness, he wants his pride.
He never ever wants to hide.
Those ugly comments strike his heart
He wished for it not to start.

Yes, he’s black, it’s not a crime
People need to move on, big time.
Why, what have they done to you?
Everyone needs to think it through.

You think you’re not doing any harm,
But in reality it causes alarm
Discrimination, racism why?
Do you really want to make people cry?

STOP racism, it isn’t fair!
Who cares if they’re black or have different hair?
Black, White, Asian, they’re all people too!
I wish more people knew.

YOU can help and make an impact.
LISTEN to me it really isn’t hard,
Now show racism the RED CARD!

March 4, 2013 at 3:29 PM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

@Hugsandsmiles thanks! Here are some of my opinions.
1.i think we shud,and i think any bra counts as a real bra.
2.legs, girls might,armpits i think you shud too.bikiniline?? Nope! Idk, why i just think its a little weird.i get of rid of my leg hair and all,but bikiniline, maybe girls shoukd when theyre older.
3.(idk how to answer but i think guys SHOULD.)
4.girls shud not wear make-up.youre pretty as you are.its fine to wear lipgloss,but i perfer not to wear make-up.
And thats all i have time to answer!

March 4, 2013 at 4:37 PM  
Anonymous FireNinja said...


Possibly a fansty Genre? Here are my veiws on your questions :)

1: I think most girls should were a bra.. No age/boob limits because every one should be able to have a bra. I know it hurts when im not wereing mine..

2: Yes! If you parents approve I then you should shave. If you have long tangly hair under your arm pits it can get uncomfertable. I'm not allowed to shave my legs yet but I think girls should. Boy's don't so we should :P

3: Guys should ask girls.. If you ask a guy then they have the power to say no.

4: I don't think all girls SHOULD were make-up. Were all beautiful just as we are :D However, if one feels like wereing make-up, and you parents allow it, go for it! Express yourself :D Special occasions are perfect to just put on a little lip stick. No age limits though :D But guys should not were make up in my opinion..

5: I dont think gender rolls will ever be erased..

6: I personaly have never heard of a Feminist but I think that women should be veiwed equally-er (more equally or that men and women are pretty even on the equal scale).

7: Yes, it would be a lot easier to pick out clothes ;D

Also I made this poem awhile back.. its about fall, (my fave season :D)

Autumn Flying Through

I flitter through,
The autumn trees,
Falling, golden sparks floating down,
Gathering on the ground,
Many float on air,
Some land in my hair,
I life my eyes to the sun,
Autumn has begun,
Stretch my wings out,
About to fly,
Twirling, swirling,
I don’t ever want to say goodbye,
Frosty chills,
Gold turns to white,
Why does autumn fly through?

March 4, 2013 at 6:45 PM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...

Okay, so I am VERY highly opposed to gender 'roles'. I am a complete feminist, and I believe that there are no 'boys' OR 'girls' toys/clothes/jobs. There are JUST toys/clothes/jobs. I believe every gal should be in touch with you masculine side (because we all have one) and every boy should get in touch with the part of him that is a girl.
I dont think sports are for boys one bit, in fact, I think girls are so much better at sports because we dont get carried away by our hormones and attack a player. We are calm, collective, competitive and if I may say so myself, kick butt athletes. Muscles arent everything! We have strategy and smarts to let us rule the game.
This weekend, I went to a tour of College Trade Workshops. THERE WERE MORE GIRLS THAN BOYS WORKING IN CAPERNTRY, METALS, AND BLACKSMITHING! Girls, if you have a male-like dream, go kick it butt and demand to work.

thanks for reading, i know this is long. I have loooong opinions. :)

March 4, 2013 at 8:58 PM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...

@ Lucy
Thats an amazing poem. You sound very passionate about anit-racism. next comment is my poem on bullying, Id love for you to read it.

March 4, 2013 at 9:04 PM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...


Stand up!
Hold your chin high,
You and me together,
We can reach the sky

Never back down!
Smile, erase that frown!
Your worth the fight
Say no, this aint right!

Your not alone,
There are others just the same
Bullies may laugh
But this aint no game

No matter what they say
You are amazing
They aint no ruler of this school
What ever man, they the real fool

Take a stand against bullying.

March 4, 2013 at 9:04 PM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

@Lucy, cool! What can I do to help support your fight against racism? Sm:)e!

@geekchic:), your welcome and I agree with you, *sings* youre amazing, just the way you are. Sm:)e!

@FireNinja, you have an interesting opinion. What makes autumn so special to you? Is it the colours or something else? Sm:)e!

March 5, 2013 at 2:15 PM  
Anonymous kewlkatkitty said...

1. She calls very softly,
and sings to her loved ones,
'Hush now, Sleep now, I love you,',
She is a mourning dove.

2. Why are people racist? They say black people have weird color when white people are more weird. Take a look:
mad: red face
scared: white face
embarrassed: pink face
sick: green face
cold: blue face
isn't that something...

3. (words of encouragement) I am a Princess
long may i reign. i believe standing up by others is important, i believe standing for others is even more important, but i believe standing with others is most important.

March 5, 2013 at 4:19 PM  
Anonymous kewlkatkitty said...

m: Ola! Coma esta? (hello. how are you?)
k: huh? whatdya speaak, Latin?
m: Kay? (what?)
k: um... i English, I no speak Spanish,
m: English? si! (English? Yes!)
k: is there a bathroom here?
m: Kay? (what?(
k: um... me have to pee please *puts legs together and makes water noises*
m: bano? si. right this- uh.... (restroom? yes.)
k: thanks! wait! you speak English!?
m: I have to go.... this way * points to the left into a bush*
k: yeah right! get back here you little twerp! I'll get you! aaagh! *wets pants*
m: ha ha! oh my.. ha.. oops... *laughs*
k: aw man!


March 5, 2013 at 5:13 PM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

Jemma! Check the comments!Some girls are saying other races are weird.That's mean talk! I was looking through comments and i see a chart of...please check!

March 5, 2013 at 8:01 PM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

@kewlkatkitty i love your little story!

There's also a side note: Those races aren't weird.I'm Hispanic, but I thought it was disrespectful on the mood thing, especially the sentence, "white people are more weird." I think everybody is unique,

March 5, 2013 at 8:09 PM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

All of you are so creative!!!!! :D I love the poems and stories and questions...this is going to be great!

March 5, 2013 at 8:18 PM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

Well i am writing a story but i really dont want to go downstairs right now where the computer is(im using my nook color right now) but this thing is awsome hey i was also wondering if we could submit recipes to

March 6, 2013 at 9:39 AM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

Oh and please forgive me for grammer and spelling mistakes

March 6, 2013 at 9:40 AM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

@Geekchic:), I dont think that kewlkitty meant any offence, it is actually a common joke (esp. In International environments) as a fully white (and depending on your definition of hispanic, also half-hispanic person) I know that it isnt offensive, but it could have been phrased better. And I know, everyone is really creative! Sm:)e!

March 6, 2013 at 11:44 AM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

@Remakingabraverme, wow, you are opinionated! And I must say, I agree with you one hundred percent. Your poem is really strong, what can I do to help support anti-bullying? Sm:)e!

March 6, 2013 at 11:48 AM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

@kewlkatkitty, 1. Your poem seems so sad:( 2.Although I am not offended by that joke, I think you should be careful with jokes about race, religion and politics as some people are easily upset/offended. 3. That is really encouraging:) (did you get that off of disney? (my disneys in another language so I cant be positive) (yes I do still watch disney channel even though Im 15)

On your fakenonenglish speaking joke, that is really funny! I have been in similar situations, where people assume you dont understand so you act that way when they ask something lol (but you do know that its hola and que right? Sm:)e!

March 6, 2013 at 11:56 AM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

Guess what! My favourite band since for ever A Rocket To The Moon (ARTTM) has done a music video with Debbie Ryan! Check it out! Sm:)e!

March 6, 2013 at 12:02 PM  
Anonymous FireNinja said...


Autumn.. Its my favorite season :D I love the colours and the crisp air. Theres a lot you can do in autumn that you can do in summer and sping so it just amazing to me. I Just love it :D No bees to sting your feet.. and there are still the birds :D Excuse my rambling but I really like it ;P

March 6, 2013 at 1:59 PM  
Anonymous cutiepie4eversophie said...


awww thank u...

March 6, 2013 at 3:48 PM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

@Hatlover, Im sure everyone here would love to read your story. Im not sure if this is the best place to share recipes, but feel free to, and I might just share my cheesecake recipe! Also, I dont think anyone is checking your spelling mistskes, this isnt school you know lol. Sm:)e!

@FireNinja, your autumn sounds awesome:), if autumn where I live was that awesome, it would be my fav. season too, instead its just wet, cold and too dark and rainy to make out the awesome leaf colours. Sm:)e!

Everyone, Im considering changing my screenname from Hugsandsmiles to HugsAndSm:)es instead, but Im probably too lazy :P What do you guys think?

March 7, 2013 at 7:22 AM  
Anonymous Kitten PawZz ☺ said...

@ kewlkatkitty

Ouch! That really hurt my feelings! Plz don't say things like that. I am white and I think that is not a very nice thing to say. I do belive in sharing your own thoughts but I think what you did wasn't the same idea. To me I am very hurt. I am speaking up because of what Remakingabraverme said about standing up for yourself. I will not mother you. I just wanted to tell you that I have had my feelings hurt and that no one should have to feel the way I did when I read your so called "joke". I don't find this funny and just please don't post anything mean like that again.

March 7, 2013 at 3:40 PM  
Anonymous cutiepie4eversophie said...

i luv the stories u guys posted!!!

March 7, 2013 at 5:32 PM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

Yawn ive been up wayyyyyyy to long goodnight im goin to bed

March 7, 2013 at 10:19 PM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...

@Kitten PawZz
Hey, Im sorry she hurt your feelings. Thats a good thing you are speaking up! I dont think kewlakatkitty was TRYING to be mean but I understand why it may have offended you.

March 7, 2013 at 10:22 PM  
Anonymous Remakingabraverme said...

Thanks! Yes, I am quite opinionated.

Have any of you girs thought about your futures?
What job do you want?
Do you plan on getting married?

I think I want to travel the world, and then become the next Ellen/Oprah. I dont plan on getting married, but MAYBE I'll adopt kids. :)

March 7, 2013 at 10:34 PM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

@Remakingabraverme, yes I have thought about my future, and I totally want to travel the world too!
I'm not sure yet. Maybe journalism, ballet or something with languages, or an architect or a businessperson. I have no idea, but I hope to make enough money to live comfortably and not have to think about it.
I'm not sure marriage is something you plan on doing :/ but if I find the right person, sure! Then I would want 2 or 3 kids and adopt 1 or 2 as well. Sm:)e!

March 8, 2013 at 6:45 AM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

I either want to be a party planner restraunt owner or teacher
I do want to get married and have four wonderful kids

March 8, 2013 at 7:43 AM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

My future!!!
Okay, I plan to have a wonderful husband.Honestly,there's no age to be married.I think that if you truly love that special person, you can get married.That would require a big wedding,right? WRONG. I want to have a simple yet lovely wedding.I want to be a doctor or a nurse.Not the school nurse types, the ones that give you shots and check your heartbeat ect.I want to have 2 kids, either gender! A boy and a girl would be nice! I also just want to buy a house for my family, and live happily.

March 9, 2013 at 11:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Silence is dark,
It can be painful
Delicate and fragile
Speak up
The world will bloom
The sun will shine
So will you.

March 10, 2013 at 10:10 PM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

Anonymous, that poem is so sweet, dark and mysterious! Sm:)e!

March 12, 2013 at 8:54 AM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

Okay, I submitted 2 doodles.It would mean the world to me if you could tell me in the comment what you think.Please check them out! I will come back sooner or later.I'm not a writer, but I'm a drawer so yeah! :) Please and thanks!

March 12, 2013 at 3:08 PM  
Anonymous TheBlindEagle said...

This is a poem about my fave animal

as i watch the eagles soar,
fly and fly and fly some more,
they look so proud,bright in the light,
as they glide all day and night.

March 12, 2013 at 7:37 PM  
Anonymous TheBlindEagle said...

and heres a haiku! ( that how you spell it?)

i love eagles high
in the blue blue pretty sky
and i like hawks too.

March 12, 2013 at 7:40 PM  
Anonymous geekchic:) said...

@Hugsandsmiles thanks! It's me, geekchic.But for some reason, it wouldnt let me put my name.I'm too lazy to type it out anyways,
You must really like eagles! Pretty poem!
Look at the time! And I have school...:(. SO TIRING.

March 13, 2013 at 11:31 PM  
Anonymous AnnyaWillRockYourWorld said...

THIS IS A POEM(can i have a logo too?):
I got a chance

i got a chance ,
to paint my dreams
to walk in a stream
i see the moon beam
yummy cookies and cream.

to dance like a ballerina
to be a true hyena
to see Athena
along with Teena.

i love pink
i love to see him wink.

with just a rose
i froze.

March 14, 2013 at 4:22 AM  
Anonymous katelynla said...

Alright this is my short story about Nicole's experience with live :3

Nicole walked along the dark, dreary, and dirty sidewalks, like she always did. Some would say she was homeless, but she would just say she was only trying to find an adventure in life. Instead of doing the same routine most people do, she could explore the world. One problem, she was poor. But she would only say she is simply saving her money for he time being, which is why no one thought she had money.
Nicole was seventeen, disowned by her own parents at fifteen.
And yet she did many of the things regular seventeen year old women did, or... had. She didn't just have a crush, she was in love, she was sure.
There was this mysterious young man, that she could see at night, usually. His room was lit by candlelight, and every night, he'd look out his window, and daydream.
Over the past few years, she'd noticed quirks about him most people wouldn't notice.
His light blue eyes always seemed tired, but at the same time vibrant and content. She could tell by this that he was a happy man, happy with life.
His dark brown hair that some would describe as black, always fell along the same place over his oval face, around the corners of his eyes. He always wore the same clothes, a black, red, or blue shirt with some trousers.
But most of all, she noticed his dreamy expression.
She knew he must be in love, and it broke her heart.
He was in love, with someone other than her.
He didn't even notice her.
He would never love her.

March 15, 2013 at 6:24 PM  
Anonymous ShamuHead said...

Seaworld by ShamuHead

Reaching into the cold water
I stretch to reach the small one
Smooth, soft, slick, small
Batrays surfacing to my hand
My fellow ShamuHeads
C, H, A, S, ST, R and D pet them too
Scream on Manta
Ride the Rapids
Drop on Atlantis
Shamu Show
Pets Rule
ShamuHeads, UNITE!

March 19, 2013 at 2:06 PM  
Anonymous PurpleRose said...

Hope-A Short Story

I glares through the foggy window, watching the raindrops fall to the ground. I hold the hand of my dog, Hope, laying motionless on the hard bed of the vet. Her beautiful, long, gold fur softly touches my wrist. Her floppy ears were off the bed, and her vibrant sky blue eyes were shut. She had an allergic reaction not too long ago, and I had to bring her here.
All I could think about is the memories we have together. Me, getting her for the first time when she was so small I could pick her up with one hand. When won first place at the dog show fundraiser. When every Christmas we would come downstairs together to open our presents. When we always go to the park together, even when it's snowing. When-
I looked at the machine, and it no longer showed heart beats. I clenched Hope's arm. I take out an old picture of me and Hope when I was three-now sixteen, and looked at it.Tears flowed down my eyes like those raindrops.
There was no more hope in the world. That's why I named her that-because of my desperate need of hope. That's just what I need. That's probably what she wanted too.
But now there's none of it.

March 19, 2013 at 8:04 PM  
Anonymous PurpleRose said...

I love the story! Very detailed!

March 19, 2013 at 8:16 PM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

I walked down the streets of paris, my redcurly hair blowing behind me in its half up half down do. A couple holding hands walked past me, smiling. A little boy ran ahead of his mother with choclate all over his face. She scurried after him in a blouse and pencil skirt red with embaressment. A man sold bread outside his bakery, tempting people passing by. It was the third day i had been here , i was used to paris already. I knew evrey hour notre dame would let out a big bell startiling those who napped or causing the covering of ears from small children. I knew when the shops closed, and when they opened. But i was still uncertain of my purpose. I had layed in bed one night looking at my mothers old pictures of france my great grandpa had painted and just like that decided to go. That was three nights ago, i had rented a apartment and car packed and ended up here. I had now walked to the eiffle tower as always, never sure when or how i got there.

Thats all i have now hope you like it

March 19, 2013 at 10:13 PM  
Anonymous confuzzled said...

The pink taskbar in the pic is so cool! I just set mine to pink, too :D

March 20, 2013 at 8:43 PM  
Anonymous Alyssa said...

All girls are beautiful, no matter shape or size,
We are sensitive, none deserve lies.
We are more than just a fairy tale.

Not a princess to bail,
We are thee,
A mystery.

Girls are sweet, and also shy,
But we're not something you can buy.
We are the shining moon at night,
We are the flickering of the candles light.

And we will gleam,
For those who dare to dream.

We all deserve well,
For one day we will hear the bells.
Our smiles, and our joy,
Just for that lucky boy.

And, even though we are far apart,
Girls are united, with all our hearts.
We are thee,
Just a mystery.

March 21, 2013 at 5:54 PM  
Anonymous PurpleRose said...

How do you guys like my story?

March 21, 2013 at 6:12 PM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

It made me so sad

March 21, 2013 at 10:50 PM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

Purple roses

March 21, 2013 at 10:51 PM  
Anonymous Hugsandsmiles said...

PurpleRose, amazing story! You're making me feel emotional! Sm:)e!

March 23, 2013 at 5:38 AM  
Anonymous hatlover said...

That first line is wonderful
I belive it goes for evreyone

March 23, 2013 at 8:16 AM  
Anonymous PurpleRose said...

Thank you! I felt emotional typing it! :)

March 23, 2013 at 3:08 PM  
Anonymous confuzzled said...

Alyssa, I love your poem! Especially the third verse <3

March 23, 2013 at 10:02 PM  
Anonymous missymooiloveu said... touching

March 24, 2013 at 5:58 AM  
Anonymous pinkhugzanplayinginfun said...

Everyone sounds uber pro
:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-) I'm bored random

March 24, 2013 at 7:25 AM  
Anonymous love? said...

idk...i don't rlly do poetry...nvr tried....i don't think i can do's so hard! Alyssa that poem was amazing!!!!

March 27, 2013 at 2:05 AM  
Anonymous geekchic:) or Karen... said...

I e-mailed my story! It's about a distant city. The ruins of a city.Where a war had happened, and slowly the world died. Now, eveyone needs to survive. You have to fight for food and a home. Well 12 year old Cindy's parents died in a bombing. All she has left is her aunt and her 7 year old sister,Jordy. Her aunt is lost, so until then they're just 2 kids, trying to survive in a world where everybody fights,survives and cries. They managed to build a shed of wood, and that's all they have. If someone spots it, they could raid it and leave them without food. I'm really excited for this! :D

March 30, 2013 at 11:42 PM  
Anonymous abbie said...

i think it's a really great idea to make this artist page for everyone to share their ideas :)

March 31, 2013 at 10:10 PM  
Anonymous cookiesrawesome said...


April 6, 2013 at 8:13 PM  
Anonymous kewlkatkitty said...

No no no! I'm NOT saying races are weird. I am very truly sorry about my terrible actions. I wasn't thinking about how that would effect others. I am so very sorry. I didn't mean to offend anyone by any means. Please forgive me. God bless.
P.S. If you don't want me on here I will leave and thats fine.

April 12, 2013 at 4:03 PM  
Anonymous kewlkatkitty said...

Quote by me and stuff from the Bible "The tongue is as a roaring lion, seeking who it can get in trouble." In previous posts, I offended people, and I am very sorry. That quote I show is a reminder that we people need to watch what we say, how we say it, and who we say it to. Myself included.

April 13, 2013 at 1:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


April 14, 2013 at 9:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A poem I wrote:

As they walked past,
His arm on her shoulder,
I realised what I had lost,
I was stupid, afriad,
I was in love once,
Now never again,
Why did I say,
What I thought, and felt,
But why did she criticse,
Ok, I am, no was, her bestie,
I'm joking myself,
She'll never be mine,
My beloved best friend.

This poem was about a girl who fell in love with her best friend. :)

April 22, 2013 at 2:10 PM  
Anonymous moonlight said...

~The Rose without petals~

one day when i woke up i sat at the window cell to my surprise i saw a bouquet of roses a card was attached to it on the card was written ~to you whose hair is long and brown meet me at the park in town signs anonymous~ first thing i did -> picked up my phone and texted my bff.after school i went to the town park to meet my love. when i saw anonymous i felt like someone hit a pie in my face. it seems like anonymous was my bff pranking me. there's my rose without petals. (~sigh~)

a story by moonlight

April 29, 2013 at 1:26 PM  
Anonymous Miss Independent said...

Hi, everybody I just wanted to know if this was a good enough story to continue please tell me what you think.
“Name?” His cold, dark eyes pierced through me as if anticipating my every move. When I begged and prayed for adventure this was never at all what I dreamed of. I tried to untangle the knots in my mind searching for a way out of this.
“What is your name?” The police officer asked me again for my name for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“My name is…Mary Cos.” Stupid! Mary Cos? My real name is Adriana, but out of all the other million fake names in the world I go for Mary Cos. In no way do I mean to be racist but Mary Cos seemed like the whitest name in the planet and my tanned skin didn’t seem to fit the description.
I looked up at the sky as I tried to forget about the awful stench rising from the garbage. The police officer scribbled countless things on his handy, dandy, little, green note pad that never let his side. The police officer escorted me to the police station where he would decide what to do with me there. When you’re only fourteen this is the last place you want to be at in three in the morning. As I sat down in a chair (waiting for my death sentence) I replayed the events of this day in my mind.
Just this morning believe it or not I was an almost little miss perfect. You know the kind with straight A’s, a hand that pops right up after a question and let’s not forget that smug smile that appears after getting a question right. The only difference between me and the real little miss perfect is that I was a little less eager and some smarter and faster girl than me stole my job. I didn’t want any trouble so I just let her take the role as little miss perfect. After that it left me unsure of whom I was exactly. Since then I always wanted something more exciting to happen in my life. I thought that if maybe something happened I would find a new role to take in life.
Well, anyways as I wished for something to happen I would watch the news every morning and hopefully find something that would change my life. To my luck this morning a man was declared missing. In the small town that I live in it’s easy to spot out someone missing. I thought that maybe pursuing this mystery would be just what I need. The only two things that would stand in my way of solving this mystery were my parents and school. My parents can be so overprotective of me that school became the only place where I could have some freedom. However, school wasn’t such an ideal place today either because then I would have so little time to find a way to solve the mystery at hand. Sadly, both parents and school are necessary.
As I reluctantly made my way to school, Albert, my cousin caught up with me since we go to same school and we started talking.
“Hey, did you hear about that missing man? I didn’t catch his name on TV did you?”I asked. In all of my excitement I forgot to find out the most important fact which was his name.
“Yeah, it was Mr. Cavell the librarian from Mirror View High School. Some people think it was probably just some big senior prank. Like the one they did last year making a mirror maze all through the school. I think that the seniors are planning another prank though to lead away from Mr. Cavell.” Albert said all of that really fast and excited like.
“You mean that is if they were the reason he’s missing, but I don’t get it. I mean if they really did do something to Mr. Cavell wouldn’t they plan something before him to distract everybody from him. Not the other way around.” I just somehow think that it wasn’t the seniors from Mirror View. The seniors there are all rowdy and unstable but they’re also smart when it comes to their pranks.
“Yeah, but either way Alex told me that he was going to go to Ferland Diner and maybe there was going to be a few seniors around want to come?”
End of chapter1

May 4, 2013 at 4:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

He was my best friend, the friendship we had would never end. Talkin' jokes, playing games, but that will never be the same. Because love took over me, now I can't face him without blushing! Why is it like this? this love stuff could ruin our friendship. Is this a new start? these emotions kill my heart. And everytime we talk I can barely speak or walk. So is it friends or love? I can't choose neither one. Why is it like this? so complicated.

May 12, 2013 at 3:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We locked eyes, his blue green eyes are beautiful because they don't...mix. If you look real closely you'd find a hint of yellow in the middle. I've known chase since we were 13 now were 16, funny I never thought I would fall for my biggest enemy. Now that I have, I barely noticed his eye color. We were nose to nose, I'm pretty sure he wanted to kiss me but something made us both hesitate. I studied Chases' face, he looked hurt yet angry "Charlotte your so dumb" I thought. I should've known he liked me, ever since he pretended to drown so I could save him that must've been something, or how he seems to get mad everytime I talk to Randall. I could name a thousand reasons I've been clueless, but not knowing about Chases feelings ugh I hate myself. "C'mon you big baby just kiss her!" said a voice, we looked to our left Jake was standing in front of all the campers who were watching us. "I don't think...umm..."Chase stutterd. I rolled my eyes and smiled then kissed him. "Finally, it's been four years and you finally kiss!" said a camper. Cash looked at the crowd and raised an eyebrow "Do you mind?" Jake raised his hands in defence & the crowd disappeared. I smiled "Is he ever gonna change?" Chase looked at me "No, but I have a feeling something between us will." I wrapped my arms around his neck "Should we try again?" He nodded and put his arms on my waist. And we tried again. *** (sorry I didn't share the whole story but, I thought you all deservered a glimpse of the story)

May 12, 2013 at 4:32 AM  
Anonymous moonlight said...

Sophie is a 11 year old girl who lives in a small town under the sea !
This small town is inside a Chrystal dome. This Chrystal dome has sunk 3 years ago. Sophie is trying to forget her memories of above the sea but strange things start to happen.

should i make this story please tell me!

May 19, 2013 at 3:33 AM  
Anonymous Holly said...

Love all your poems, so I decided to come up with my own.Here it is, hope you gals like it:
She had black, beady eyes,
that shone through all the night,
no child could forget,
how harsh her words could get,
and none would forget,
how her determined chin was set,
but no one could remember,
that she never, ever,
declined anyone who asked for her help,
and day by night,
night by day,
she would not let anyone get into her way,
and when she quietly went away,
in a stable full of hay,
no one remembered that day,
when she passed away.
My grandmother,
gone from this world forever.

June 5, 2013 at 2:11 AM  
Anonymous Crazy about B said...

I was sitting on my bed in the
hostel my class was staying in.
We had just watched a movie and
we were getting ready for bed.
I was able to see into the room
of my crush by my window. They
were playing poker. Then after
the game, they still hadn't
closed the blinds. When I was
in the bathroom, one of the
other boys in my crush's room
was standing by the window in
his underwear!!!!
All of us ran to the window.
The boy had gone but my crush
was waving at me.

June 21, 2013 at 9:56 AM  
Anonymous Brooke said...

Awesome! I LOVE stuff like this! :)

June 21, 2013 at 7:21 PM  
Anonymous Cloud said...

This is great, gonna submit soon. Pretty new here.

June 23, 2013 at 12:15 PM  
Anonymous Cloud said...

Johnson Lee at 9b

In the corner of 9b
Sat Johnson Lee
With his lost eyes
And carefree ways

In the third row
Near the window
Sketching non-stop
For his hard covered notebook

Johnson Lee
In my history
And mathematics class as well
Solving equations so silently

Wavy hair
Green eyes so deep
All loose wear
Sleeping in historu class lee

Johnson Lee
Where did you come from?
I cannot help but stare.

June 26, 2013 at 5:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Deep blue eyes
with deep blue eyes the color of the ocean
brunette hair
with a nose covered in freckles like someone dotted them at the end of his nose
great at playing an instrument
sometimes looking at me with those eyes
asking me what im doing
i wish hed be mine
but onlyy in the creative abyss of my open mind coolgabs

July 4, 2013 at 8:23 PM  
Anonymous gabrielle said...

Tears stream down Noni's face she crumpled her calendar up in her palm. "I hate periods they r so irregular." NOni had her period for 1 and a half years but only today it hit her hard that she had to guess about them and how it was aggrivating . Noni was about to cry again when she felt her phone beeping beep beep. She popped it open to see that her best guy friend wanted to have a conversation. She texted him that she wasnt feeling good. And after waiting a moment she got a text back. It was in big letters "So i was wondering if maybe you would want to go to the new Canary's place on Chase street tomorrow. Noni carefully closed her phone smiling he had asked her out. But then she noticed what that wierd feeling down at the bottom of her stomach was. SHe wanted to date but her parents so overprotective they wouldn't even let Noni go to the mall w her friends surely wouldnt let her date. Noni carefully brushed tears away from her face and collapsed on her bed letting the tears wet her JB pillow.
End chap1

July 7, 2013 at 7:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

once there was a guy who was a swimming champion he had dark curly hair and a cool face one day he met a girl he used to make fun of. Then the girl noticed he was super cute. Then one day they had to be seperated because swimmeet was over the girl didnt get to say bye.

July 11, 2013 at 11:54 AM  
Anonymous WildnFree said...

The Mask of Me (In Paragraphs)

Silence washes over me, you think that I'm fine. Pain and loss you can't see! Oh troubled heart of mine. I wear a mask of silence to hide my broken heart.

Shoulders back, my head is high. I seem confident to you. I don't look as I walk by. What to do now, I wish I knew. I wear confidence to mask my insecurity.

I kindly give a helping hand, you could never guess. Inside I keep my boiling anger canned, I wouldn't want to hurt you I confess. I wear the mask of kindness to cover up my anger.

Silence again falls over me. You think I'm contemplating your words. I'm as happy as can be, as my heart soars. You've healed the heart that hurt the most.

July 13, 2013 at 12:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

(By Green)

Sometimes, Claudia thinks, being a teen isn't really worth it.

Sure, growing up has its benefits but there are downsides too.

She doesn't get it.

All her friends these days had changed, no longer little girls with chubby cheeks and knobbly knees but stubborn young women with glossy lips and heeled shoes. They've changed on the inside too, becoming more interested in 'Boys' and 'Makeup'.....foreign, adult concepts which all seem so strange to Claudia.

(She's never really liked boys. She's had a grudge against males ever since a kid half her age pushed her into the fountain.
The kid had been seven.)

Perhaps its the fact that she's tried to conserve as much of her old personality as possible which makes her so 'naive' and 'immature' (as her friend kindly put out one day). She's felt the gentle fingers of adolescence try to pull her away, felt the gnarled claws of adulthood descend on her and change her.

Change. Now that's what she's afraid of.
Sometimes, Claudia thinks.

She thinks about life, about ageing -both mentally and physically- about her grandparents, who went insane before they passed. She thinks about her friends and family, about exams and teachers and exercise books and pencils and......
....(well, they're all pointless)

Sometimes, Claudia thinks its time to change.

It cant be that bad, stepping into this unknown world filled with strange concepts and new experiences. She's not really sure how well she'll survive here..but... she supposes its worth a try.

(She still doesn't like boys though.)

October 14, 2013 at 6:30 AM  
Anonymous BlackPearl said...

YuHan walked to the music room of his new school, anxious that the day ended.
Hello? He asked. Is Anyone here?
It wouldn't surprise him that no one would be there. He heard someone play a similar song on the piano there. 'This is What is love by Exo. I haven't heard this song since I left South Korea.' He remembered all the girls at his old school saying how amazing they were. He wasn't a fan, but admired there dancing skills. He became mesmerized watching her. The girl was short, and had long, brown hair and had big green eyes and porcelain skin. She was wearing a red winter coat and boots. He still remembered the song, since it was one he had heard a lot.

'I lost my mind, the moment I saw you there. Everything but is you is in slow motion.
Tell me if this is what is love.'

He suddenly got nervous, but decided to open the door. Hello? He asked. The girl stoped playing and looked up. He got to see her face and started to blush. 'She is so pretty.' He thought.The girl was shy and tried to leave using the back door. He grabbed her wrist ' "wait! I want to ask you something". She escaped his grasped and left. YuHan grabbed a paper she dropped, and it was her schedule.
'Rose Janis, freshman.'
At least I know your name. I'll see you again, Rose.

October 21, 2013 at 12:54 AM  
Anonymous Skydolphin16 said...

It was strangely quiet that night, an eerie kind of silence which filled the old, rickety house, the sort of silence which makes you realise that there is something wrong. The draft that blew under the door curled around my spine, its icy tendrils poking and prodding me as if they were searching for a way to drain the life from me. I shivered, pulling the duvet closer to my skin and curling up into a ball as I desperately tried to protect myself. As I lay there I gradually became conscious of the feeling that I was being watched. The presence was not a comforting one; it was more of a warning, a threat. Slowly, I opened my eyes, bracing myself for a horrific ghoul. I was met with the sight of a completely empty room, the moonlight flooding in through the window which was flung wide open. But the presence still hadn’t left. A muffled splash from directly above my head caused me to jump back in alarm. As I did so, I fell from the bed, hitting my head on the bedside table as I went. The cold stone floor broke my fall. Groaning, I lifted my hand to my forehead. Blood ran through my fingers and across my sweating palms. I laid there staring at the ceiling waiting with a nervous anticipation. the noise came again and again, an incessant pounding of droplets on the floorboards in the room above. As I lay there, I noticed a dark stain on the ceiling. I watched as it spread; seeping through the fibres in the wood. It began to drip, landing with a splash beside me. The next one landed on my pale blue pyjama top. I stared at it in horror as I realised what it was. Fear left me paralysed, stuck to the floor. Finally the stain retreated back, fading away and growing smaller until it disappeared completely. I looked down for the stain on my shirt, but it too was gone. Slowly, I pulled myself up from the floor, my shaking hands grasping the edge of the bed. I was too terrified to stay in the room any longer but I wasn’t keen to open the door either for fear of what might be on the other side. I gradually turned the door handle until it popped open with a small click. Cautiously stepping out or the room, I paused to check my surroundings. The hall was empty, the furniture casting ghostly shadows across the floor. I climbed the stairs quickly, intending to search the attic for a logical explanation to the supernatural horror that I had just witnessed. The stairs creaked and groaned beneath my weight, sending chilling echoes through the house and the rough floorboards scratched at my bare feet. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage.

October 21, 2013 at 3:42 PM  
Anonymous Skydolphin16 said...

“It’s empty!” I breathed, finally reaching the attic. I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been. Just as I turned round to go back downstairs, the door slammed in my face. I spun round expecting to see a horrific ghoul waiting for me but the room remained empty. I shrank back against the wall. Slowly the dusty grand piano in the corner began to play quietly all by itself. The melody was sorrowful, a heartbreakingly beautiful sound. A translucent figure began to appear. It was a young girl dressed all in white, her delicate fingers moving gracefully across the piano keys. Her long, dark hair obscured her face from view. She sang quietly, her voice soft but clear. The strange melody was hauntingly beautiful. She looked up at me with a sad smile. I knew instantly that this apparition was not here to hurt me; she had probably suffered a gruesome fate and ended up stuck in this world, half dead, half alive for the rest of her existence. I forgot my fear and slowly walked towards her. Sitting down on the piano bench next to her, I began to play a harmony. We sat there in the moonlight for what felt like an eternity, her cold, lifeless head resting on my shoulder as we played together. Slowly, the melody came to an end. She rose silently from where she sat and walked into the centre of the room. As she did so, I noticed the blood dripping from the hem of her dress leaving a trail of crimson flowers blooming on the floor behind her. The blood on the ceiling had been nothing more than my beautiful ghost. Smiling, she looked at me one last time before she left.
“Thank you, Cas.” She whispered, and then she disappeared.

October 21, 2013 at 3:42 PM  
Anonymous Skydolphin16 said...

I really love your writing style!

October 24, 2013 at 7:10 AM  
Anonymous bluerocks1001 said...

oh so cool i have an idea for a book called the living and the dead witch is my family in a bunch of zombies. so tell me wait you think heres the frist like senteces:

if only i knew what i knew today maybe i would be better prepared for what awaits. it was 2 days before easter. i was finshed with my home work for home schooling and i was getting ready to watch something then i heard something. i thought it was a cat or something but i have being proven to be wrong with this sort of stuff.

how did you like it i like it tell me what you think.
bye bye.

March 5, 2014 at 3:10 AM  
Anonymous JustCarle said...

Hey Alyssa,
I enjoyed your poem about girls it was nice, I
definitely enjoyed it, you are good in writing poems, It really showed your opinion about

March 12, 2014 at 12:05 PM  
Anonymous JustCarle said...

Hey Remakingabraverme,
I like your poem about Take a Stand!,
its good!, i like it!

March 12, 2014 at 12:10 PM  
Anonymous bluerocks1001 said...

heres a song i made hope you enjoy.
you knelt to the ground you pulled out a ring said make me the happiest man that could ever be. but i had to say no oh oh i had to say no. it hurts to say it but i had to baby. there was no trust there was only lust.

May 12, 2014 at 6:50 PM  
Anonymous bluerocks1001 said...

i loved your poem it was really cool. i told me friend about it and she really likes it to. so does her mom.

May 12, 2014 at 6:55 PM  
Anonymous bluerocks1001 said...

your poem
I got a chance
is awsome it's really cool

May 12, 2014 at 6:56 PM  
Anonymous Magic Wand said...

The clock ticked in the background. She's standing in front of me, chatting away, but I can't hear anything but what she just said. " You're a fairy" I've always wanted to have powers, even when other girls were forgetting Tinkerbell and wanted their first kisses(Not that I don't want mine) I still clung on to the hope that I had powers, that I could make things dissapear and reappear. Now that I find out the truth, I'm so happy, I'm speechless. I almost don't think it's true. Until the lady shrinks into a blue ball and drags me out the window.

May 18, 2014 at 5:44 PM  
Anonymous Magic Wand said...

First I'dl ike to ask if anyone has any ideas for title, if you do just reply to Magic Wand

The wid rushes at my face, whistling in the tree tops. It feels like hours since I was in that gray, dreary room, but I know it's only been minutes. If you were normal you might wonder, "Where the heck am I?" . But frankly, ever since I was a little girl, I've known I was different. The blue sphere, excuse me, woman spoke up, " Since we're going to be together for a while, you should tell me some info about your self." "My name is Roquelle Iris and I'm 11 years old, turning 12 in April" I respond cooly, "What's yours?" "Lillian, but you can call me Lil.

May 21, 2014 at 6:11 PM  
Anonymous Magic Wand said...

This is the prologue to my story, Kate Rolan: Girl Spy

Despite glancing over her shoulder several dozen times, Kate just couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was following her down this dark tunnel. She was half right, someone was scrying her.

"Kate, Kate. You seem so innocent. Like an average 15 year old girl, if only you were." a voice chuckled in the darkness. Flipping open his phone he barked an order at one of his agents, " If Kate escapes that tunnel alive, you won't live another day, understand?" From inside the phone came a feeble response, "yes sir." The man rested his hands on his lap, awaiting a call from his secretary.
"Mr. Graystud, we have footage of Kate Rolan entering the tunnel." Graystud's secretary's quiet voice cut through his thoughts.
"Thank you Ms. White, please block all calls to my office until 2:00 am tomorrow."

Kate was wandering the tunnels for several hours when she remembered that her SP (Spy Pod) was fully charged. She slicked it on and got a holographic message from Agent 77321(Agent Steve Flint). The message spoke to Kate in a sing-song voice. "Agent 42703, you must leave the tunnels immediately. The nearest tunnel exit is 2 miles Southeast." Kate knew it was a fake, it showed Steve wearing red, Agent 77321 never wore re. Although Kate wondered where Steve was, she knew she'd find out… If she ever got out of these tunnels.

Kate was tired but ready to go through the tunnel exit she'd found. With the light streaming in, Kate wondered What adventures will I face? Oh well, I've fought ,and won, against clones, robots, villains, cyborgs, and multiple more people/ things, and I'm still alive!

July 2, 2014 at 2:52 PM  
Anonymous Wolves08 said...

I ran through the woods alone and unaware my surroundings were not friendly, my hair fell to my elbows and ashes sat in my brown hair. My gray eyes dotted around looking for the monsters who lurked in the shadows of trees. I grabbed my dagger trying to defend the monsters after me.I was a child of Lupa, The Wolf Goddess. I was no regular kid. I could turn into a wolf whenever i wanted and have wings with the wolf as well. A winged wolf, beautiful. I darted to the first tree I saw, very tall and wide oak. I climbed up and waited to die that night I knew I stood no chance against an army, until.... BAM! something went boom in the tree. " Hi again... " Rynia said. "come on hurry up we need to get out of here!" I yelled. Sweat ran down my face and Rynia laughed. " Silly, very silly! Come on you don't possibly think YOU could make it out alive? Do you? " She said. "wha-" before i could finish she flipped over to the next tree and ran on the branches. " Oh it's on!" I muttered. I unsheathed my dagger and ran the same way. "Ahhh AHH!!" I screamed and yelled. I fell right into the circle of monsters below. " uhh HI?" I said in, a questioning tone. I sliced a few put of my way and ashes fell in there place. Unfortunatelly they landed in my hair, again. I ran off monsters chasing me and found an old abandoned miners shelter. I crawled in and hugged my head tight to my knees, listening to the cold harsh wind against my body and the monsters screams and cries for my blood. Rynia was right, I'd never make it out alive. Chapter 2: Escape plans
I woke up with sores all over and the not so much surprise me on a cold stone floor. My alarm, the monsters still out there waiting for me to come out. I would need to get food some time, and water as well. I drew in the dirt around the floor my plan to get out of here. After about 15 minutes i had my plan. I opened the door and the monsters came in looking for me, I was behind the door. I tiptoed to the other side of the door and slammed it shut locking it with wood in the front and jamming the knob. No door handle was on the side with monsters. Great now I need to find rynia. " So, I miss judged you." rynia was in the tree next to the shelter tossing a knife up and catching it by the handle, flipping it in air. " For a child of Hera, you are dark." I stated. " Whatever just get a move on. We need to go." she said. "interesting you left me here to die last night and now you want to help me?" I questioned." Yes, yes i do." She smiled. she pulled me up the tree and we ran upon the trees with the hope we'd survive the time we were out there and the faith we would. I ran with her at dawn and the sun was rising above from hiding. Rynias' black silky hair ran down to her wrists and green eyes dashed around. I knew then we'd be friends 'till the end, We would make it to the Wolves House alive and live at home again.

August 5, 2014 at 5:49 PM  
Anonymous Advice Gal said...

Here is a part of a story I would like to submit. I have included the intro from Ave, and one chapter. But the rest will be still to come. I plan to be an author when I'm older, so look out for the book A Change of Sides between now and the next ten years.

And, before you read on, I would like to say that this is all fiction. All of my real friends are very nice, and the main character, Ave, has no relation to me at all. Here is the book.

I'm Ave. Ave Hull, the bully in school.
Yes, you heard me.
I'm the bully in school.
So why am I writing a book?
Well, most people like to here stories from the goody goody heroes. I'm no hero, but boy do I have a story. And I'd totally like to share it with you.
Just you.
No one else.
So, I'll tell you now, before we begin:
I'm fierce.
I can be your friend, or your enemy.
I can do what I like, and get away with it.
I can be horrid, and use it in a good way.
Because I'm special.
Not magic special.
But special.
So read on, and figure out why.
And then read it again.
And again.
And again.
Until you know my story by heart.
That's when I'll accept your friendship offer.

CHAPTER 1 - Starting Fresh

Ave stepped into the grounds, a determined look on her face. She was a year eight, and she had to use her power now. She had to be prepared. She wasn't a baby any more. She needed to stand strong.
Of course, strong wasn't easy for Ave Hull. She was the weakest girl in her grade, by far. Almost the weakest in the school, except for a puny beginner, Emily Red. She was just a timid mouse, not ready for life.
Ave had tried to prepare. She'd grabbed a couple of pounds from her piggy bank, and she'd stolen a mirror from the bathroom. She also borrowed a little sticky tack from her big sister, Adele.
When the bell rang, she scurried off to her locker. She fumbled around, trying to remember the combination, and finally got open her dismal blue locker.
All of the lockers were blue on the outside. But pretty much every single one had a different story, inside. They were all glammed up with jazzy paper, lovely magnets, funny photos, and more. So Ave just wanted to have something to show people.
She attached the mirror in no time at all. But who was behind her at the time but her half-friend, Lucy Shimming.
Lucy was a bully, and a big one at that. She was something the teachers called "full of muscles", but what the kids called "fat". She really was overweight, and it seemed to give her a desire to be mean.
No one could stop Lucy. No one. Especially not Ave. But her bulky bully friends were never exactly in her bad books.
Lucy had two friends altogether - Heather Fland and Hannah Cole. But altogether, that was officially more than Ave. She had none.
Ave called all the bullies half-friends. Because they bothered her so much and so often, she had decided it was a friendship offer. But it wasn't really.
And as Ave saw the wicked look in Lucy's eyes that first day of eighth grade, she realized it was reality. She didn't have friends in the bullies. And now she needed a get away. Fast.


That's my story!

December 20, 2014 at 6:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can't wait to start writing!

September 7, 2015 at 1:16 AM  
Anonymous Mila said...

I creep down the stairs uneasily
A mouse scrounging through last night’s leftovers
Unsure if she would be caught
But having to try,
Having to try.

My toe comes down on the first stair
An explorer taking the first step on a rickety bridge
Not knowing why he must, like the atmosphere itself brings down his foot
But having to try,
Having to try.

I am not a witch, nor a psychic
So I couldn’t see what waited for me ‘round the corner
But in life you can’t just stop, even though you may wish it
Having to see,
Having to see.

As I look down for the first time at the scene below
I nearly shriek as I peer upon the monstrous creature below
Gallons of spit waterfalling down his mountain of a chin
Unsure what to do,
Unsure what to do.

I take just one more step closer
Smaller than an ants
But the beast’s eyes open faster than a lizard’s tongue
And he awakens,
He awakens.

It runs towards me, silently growling
Strides longer than ever I could have imagined
And I run fast
But he faster,
He faster.

I stumble on the next step
Grabbing hold of the wooden banister just in time
But like everything else in life
Not fast enough,
Not fast enough.

His jaws crammed full of needle-like teeth
Grab onto me
His rottenly hot breath mingling with the blood running down my calf
Not fast enough,
Not fast enough.

June 14, 2016 at 9:23 PM  

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