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Submitted by Keri on Fri, 12/03/2010 - 06:47

Come, take my hand!
Won't it be grand
For you and me
To go flying over the sea?
Let's go!
You don't know
That it won't work 'til you've tried it.
Forget your doctorate in science!
Now please,
Just believe
It'll be lots of fun
Don't you feel that sun?
Now, open your eyes
Don't be so surprised!
We're soaring so very free
Flying over the sea.



About the title:

Icy Cloak & Silvery Lantern ~III~

Submitted by Elizabeth on Tue, 04/27/2010 - 15:29

     The voices were burly and rough. The chairs were squeaking across the floor. Plates clattered and water was being poured. The heavy collapsing of men into chairs threatened the floor.

     Agitation twitched in their voices; fury rose in their tones. Adelaide could distinguish six different voices. One was bawling over the rest in a thick voice.


Submitted by Julie on Sun, 01/17/2010 - 22:02


Once a bully threw a rock at me, wrapped in just enough snow to disguise its true nature.  Now I feel the reverse of that pain, with my loose skin barely holding the burning embers of my body together. I swallow screams down my parched throat, knowing each tear on my cheek stabs my mother’s heart like a dagger.

Images of dancing flames overlay my vision, sending up wisps of phantom smoke. A voice calls my name.

Tale of Two Tales

Submitted by Julie on Sun, 10/18/2009 - 22:16



I am planning to participate in NaNoWriMo[National Novel Writing Month], an attempt to write a 50,000 word story during November. But I can't decide which story to write. I'd appriciate any opinions or advice, especially since I should decide by November 1st, less than two weeks away.

format: 1st person

Structure:Two parts

2.Skye—after Kes’s death

Opening: Kestrel’s story/dream of the fire and escape

The Tree

Submitted by Nathanael on Mon, 02/18/2008 - 04:47

Oh, look at that tree,
Much, much taller than me,
Reaching way up for the sky.

I looked at that tree,
So much taller than me,
Thinking ‘twas higher than high.

As I looked at that tree,
I wished dreamily
That up near the clouds I could fly.

Like a bird in that tree,
So much higher than me,
Seated in his nest, warm and dry.

While I walked by that tree,
I stumbled dazedly,
Wiping a tear from my eye.

Sitting down by that tree,
I realized suddenly,
Better to accept, than ask “why?”