mysterious jar

Bottled emotions

Submitted by Renee on Thu, 05/12/2011 - 19:19

 When I was in high school, I knew a girl named Laura. Laura was a quiet, soft spoken, shy girl, with not very many friends. You know, the kind that kept to herself, and often went unnoticed. When in a group, she usually lingered near the edge of the crowd, and didn't say much. She never threw a fit, or caused a ruckus. Was never sad or depressed. She was always just.. there.

The Jar Salesmen

Submitted by Kassady on Sun, 05/01/2011 - 23:08

Down the whinding road,

In the town square,

Salemen live, oh there everywhere!


Shops of trinkets odd,

Bobs, and bits of every shape,

Shoes, clothes, flowers and duck-tape.


But wait, over in the corner there,

Built poorily, old and rundown,

The roof bent the structure not sound.


Oh over there, is a strange shop,

Indeed, there be none like this one,

Gray and shabby outside, inside treasures by the ton!


"Step inside, I dare you!"

That be every little boys dare,