Category: Stories From A Young Heart
Small frame. Furry figure. It’s the cheese hunter. Large eyes. Sparkling bright. It’s the cheese hunter. Paws rubbing. Making a plan. It’s the cheese hunter. Stepping forward. Reaching out. It’s the cheese hunter. Holding in its paws, It’s golden reward. It’s the cheese hunter. Nibbling contently. Gazing dreamily. It’s the cheese hunter.
The day is an endless assault of division and spelling. My weary mind slaves away, writing word after word, thinking of answer after answer. Voices drone on, while I struggle to string together words to form a sentence. Craning my neck, I look up at the ticking clock that hangs proudly on the white wall. 3, 2, 1.. A dull ring echoes through the … Read More Relaxation
Help. Deeper I go, wallowing where no one hears you. The ground is unstable, its dark folds are enveloping me. My footing warps again, leading me to another passage, a passage of self-pity, a passage of doubt. Round a corner of sniffling people, stuck in their miserable worlds, through a corridor of people who grope for your comfort. I’ve had long enough of wandering … Read More Alive
Delicate ornaments hang gracefully from the trees branches. The sweet aroma of pine leaves fill the air. Gifts lay beautifully wrapped underneath it, filling people with excitement to rip them open. Best of all, on the top, a breathtaking sight. A star. A golden star. A golden star just like the sun itself. Truly breathtaking.
The golden sun dipped down behind the horizon, making the water glisten with the remaining rays of light. Beige coloured sand stretched for miles, strangely resembling Rapunzel’s hair. Multicoloured parrots squawked passionately from their trees, forming a bird choir. Out in the sea, a pool of red had appeared, spreading like wildfire. Underneath, the gentle waves, a dark, unknown shadow sat. This wasn’t a … Read More Drained Body’s
It was a frosty night, the bitter cold whipped against tall, creaking buildings. The pale moon let off a pathetic dim light, one that did nothing to aid peoples sight. There were no stars in the sky, leaving it with a bare, empty feel. The air was crisp and stung your eyes. On an inky black street, where alley cats lurked, a shadow darted … Read More It
It was another day at middle school, a place where queen bee’s came to gossip, and bullies came to bash out. I trudged through the ancient gates that groaned with each push, and into the lair of the crusty receptionists. Today I was greeted by grizzly old face blusher. She’s called this because she always has some nasty comment to make your face look … Read More
Love isn’t presents. Love isn’t gifts. Love isn’t romantic dinners, out where there’s mist. Love isn’t roses. Love isn’t things. Love isn’t a big, fat, shiny diamond ring. Love is in your heart. Something you can’t see. Love is heartfelt, the best of the best. Love is always there, it never takes a rest.
She had no life. She had no hope. She had no motivation. She was going down life’s slope. Until she saw that spark. That gentle glow. That spark set off. It let her know, there is a hope, waiting to be shown.
It was a glorious summer day at the beach; the golden sand was warm and inviting, the sky was as blue as ever, and the water glistened like millions of diamonds on a tiara. Hundreds of people dotted the beach, some paddling in the shallows, some just lounging about in the heat of the sun. One child in particular was paddling in the shallows, … Read More The ocean