A Family for EmmaFiction by Sarah Michal | 11/10/2008Emma sat miserably on the sofa, holding her garbage-bag full of belongs close to her side. In the kitchen, she could hear Mrs. Stanley ranting and raving about how miserable, useless and generally all around pathetic Emma was. She insisted the social worker be called immediately, and after several, long sighs, Mr. Stanley picked up the phone and began to dial. |
Just HelpA poem by Sarah Michal | 7/8/2008There's people all around, But even home isn't safe anymore, I am through, I will say goodbye, |
Do You Dance?Fiction by Kyleigh | 5/28/2008Reticent. Somber. His dark eyes quietly glanced over the room, all thoughts hidden behind the mask of silence that covered his face. A young girl, maybe fifteen, appeared at his side, her light eyes and hair contrasting with his darker complexion. “Do you dance?” She asked quietly, sensing the deep quiet and thoughtfulness inside of him. “No.” |
Living in painFiction by Velocity | 5/21/2008I hide behind the darkness of my eyes, the brightness that was there once, Is no longer. My smile has become faded to an outstanding straight face. My heart is broken in-two, the depression has reached me and pulled me under. I can’t get up, and take a breath of fresh air until I have defeated the current. My blush is put on so much I look fake, as if I weren’t really here. |
Stars Over Llorleya- Chapter 11Fiction by Anna | 3/24/2008Chapter the Eleventh So she became Court Singer, and every night she held the castle captive with the beauty of her voice. It usually took someone shouting above her song to stop her, for in her singing she felt joy, a new way of singing and worshipping God, and didn’t want to stop. |
BetrayedA poem by Brianna | 11/25/2007Crucified today My heart that beat to love The pain is an unending ocean Your slap in my face |
there againA poem by Brianna | 10/3/2007The wind is dancing about you The hope that comes with sunshine The rain is falling, pouring |
Our needA poem by Brianna | 9/12/2007My heart is breaking Crowds wounding, Smiles cracked The sun is running Eyes screaming |
Painful MemoriesA poem by Timothy | 6/28/2006These scars that mark the countryside and mar the pretty view The crumbled trenches and white crosses that mark where soldiers lie |
To the FullestA poem by Timothy | 4/26/2006They say you only live once They only live once, too They say a friend is for the tough times |