Haiku

Footprints in the snow
The trees have entered a slumber
At last winter comes

A field of purple
Sunlight bouncing on the leaves
At last there is peace

A walk in the spring
A sea of pink flowers
And the birds chirp away

By Ellis Long

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Blurbs

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All his life Isaac James has been and orphan.
With no knowledge of his parents death, he believes that there is nothing for him in life.
Suddenly a life changing break through leads Isaac to an old abandoned hospital where he believes that he will find his parents. Or will he?
Obstacles along the way stop him, will he continue to go on to find his parents?
Isaac learns a lot of information about his parents and himself, however will it be enough to lead him to his true destiny and discover what happened to his parents.

By Gemma Newby

Space.

It’s often identified as the inky void that composes most of the known universe, the big black sheet of fabric on which all of eternity is painted. However, it’s not exactly known for its homely qualities thanks to its lack of… well, anything, and the official international count of extra-terrestrials found in open space remains zero.

Kendra is a cosmologist-come cosmonaut who is the first woman to take a journey into the unknown depths of open space alone, and she makes an alarming discovery. One that is sure to throw the Earth into chaos and change science for the rest of time.

The count is now one.

By Beth Roberts

Prologue

A girl in the middle ages of childhood walked softly into the Graveyard as if not to disturb anyone from their sleep. She walked like she was unsure of what she was doing there, but her heart was weak yet from  the un repairable damage she had been through and even though she was young she understood the words of fate which were carved in black on the inside of her left arm. Her hair was dark ink and her pale skin shimmered slightly in the moon that illuminated the world around her. She had been through a lot already; strange happenings, her father who had abandoned her and she was left with her mother who she had loved so fiercely never undermining that bond between them that had felt like honey warmth and protection. She could never, however shake that feeling of mystery towards her mother, like there was something else she needed to know, but now she would never know. Because, her mother was dead.

The little girl ambled on and focused on her red buckled shoes which seemed to rattle every time she took a step, her face lifted up and her piercing green eyes with flecks of grey or was it silver that glowed in the night. Suddenly she stopped. This was the place. She knelt down into the dirt and kissed the top of the grave gently. “Mother...” she whispered then choked on the last letter and erupted into a stream of tears that reflected soul and imperfect love. However there was something wrong with her as well as grief, her tears were stained dark against her bloodless face. And as soon as her tears hit the ground, a black rose’s appeared that reflected lethal beauty.

 “What’s happening to me mother!?” she cried in sorrow. Images flashed into her mind that kept coming no matter how hard she tried to stop them from coming; how the blade cut through her mother’s skin. “Stop!” she screamed awakening the dead, and her voice echoed in the dust. Shaking violently she stood up, wiping the tears away, but failing to remove the soot like colour that was trailed from her eyes to her jaw.

Then she ran into the night, running from the monster. The only problem was; the monster was herself.

By Nadia Newman

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Juxtapositions

Juxtapositions – surprising combinations of words you wouldn’t normally put together – can be inspiring.

Dashing Spiral (romance novel’s last page)

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He stares in my eyes in fondness, eyes filled with love and wonder almost overflowing with tears. He leans in and lifts my chin so my lips were moments away from touching his, warmth spreads across my body as his soft, moist lips came into contact with mine. Fireworks exploded above my head, this was what true love felt like. Seconds passed by and I had to pull out, I gasp at the lack of air, Jack looking flushed himself but quickly composes himself.

“Have I told you that I love you?”

No, he hasn’t, Not before this day. But I know that this is the start of many wonderful happenings.

By Sakura

Puzzling Hour (blurb)

What happens when the numbers on two six sided dies add up to thirteen..?

Once again, the clock rang out through the house. Lanna’s eyes darted to the sight of her grandfather clock, its numbers now blurred and faded, as she took her final turn to roll the dice. Her hands shook and a small bead of sweat trickled down her pale face.

The dice seemed to echo like thunder as she moved her piece across the board thirteen times…

By IDon'tPlayHarvestMoonJustBecauseIt'sADatingGame

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A bad opening for an awful romance story

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My love for him began suddenly, my heart racing like the legs of an ant trapped within the unyielding, sticky hold of amber, my pupils dilating as I became a bear in desperate search of a beehive but with less flailing; my need for his love and his honey-sweet smile much like the saliva dribbling from the gaping maw of the aforementioned bear before it closes its teeth around the mostly-spherical orb of wax that the also aforementioned beehive consisted of, but the bitter worry of rejection stung like a horde of furious, now-homeless bees.

By Beth Roberts

Show, don't tell

I came into the room. I saw Alan. I greeted him and sat down.

****

With an aggravated huff, I kicked the door open without mercy, a dark aura practically rolling off me in waves. Shooting sharp glares at anyone who decided it was a good idea to talk to me, I stormed into the room, eyes locking onto one person. Alan. Eyes narrowing, I stalked past him, slamming my foot into the side of his chair and nearly tipping it over, before moving back to the corner of the room. I slammed my hands down on the desk, adamantly refusing to sit down, as I continued to send murderous glares at the clueless fool on the other side of the room.

****

A soft, shaky sigh escaped my throat as I approached the door, which seemed to be growing bigger and more oppressing each time I glanced at it. Slowly, I reached out and grasped the door handle, pulling it down and pushing open the door. Nervous glances around the room scanned the people there, identifying them one by one, until I finally spotted him. A surprised yelp sounded; I was vaguely aware that I was the one it came from. He was sitting there, nonchalant as ever, chattering with his friends. Alan. It was him. Sheepishly, I edged around the room to sit down in the far corner, tense beyond belief. Looking over at him, I found him staring at me with an odd smile on his face, causing me to divert my eyes and a shiver to run up my spine. 

By Haze

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-- Nova

Prologue

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

A constant beat played out, the noise breaking the silence that screamed throughout the landscape. As usual, the forest was calm. Path untouched. Trees shrouded in mist.

Alone, one single silhouette danced across the ground, the silhouette of what was unmistakably a monster.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Another noise broke through the silence. Voices echoed around the area. Detecting the disturbance, the shadowy creature stopped. Its head raised, ears flicking.

More noise came. Footsteps. A group of people trekked through the forest-like area, although a better name for the location as a whole would be a death trap.

Yet another sound became known. A feral growl ripped through the air, halting the other noise. Hidden from sight, the creature approached them. As it became closer, the people began to look less human. Forest folk…?

Considering its options, the creature paused.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Catching their attention, the dripping noise continued. One scanned the ground, eyes missing the gargantuan creature before them. A puddle had formed, seemingly out of nowhere. Liquid continued to drop into it from a source invisible to them.

Drip.

Drip.

…

Approaching carefully, the forest folk moved to the liquid. One reached down, gently dipping what looked close to a hand into the substance, which they discovered to be a sticky red. Blood red.

That beautiful, dangerous shade was the last thing they saw.

Silence—

…

‘Scream’.

By Haze

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