Category: Stories From A Young Heart
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 Middle School
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.
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
Underneath your feet it lays, sparkling white like crystals; the snow crunching with each footfall. Ponds stay still, covered with a thick sheet of ice; the animals waiting for it to thaw. Shining snowflakes drift down from above, covering the earth with its many layers of beauty. Shards of ice and down from roofs of houses, decorating them with their diamond like looks. Trees … Read More Winter wonderland
Through the lasers, shining bright There it sits, lighting the night The gem is on its way to be taken, Hopefully with out it’s beauty shaken They slip between the deadly lights, Taking things without any rights In their grasp it sparkles and glows, How they got there nobody knows Once again they slip through the beams of light, Giving people a sense of … Read More Robbers
I settle down into a leather armchair and broaden my shoulders. I pat my hair to check for lumps, not that I care. This year, mum was very enthusiastic that I would have a good school photo. By enthusiastic, I mean that she was fussing over my hair every five minutes, and that she gave me a ‘cooling cucumber facial mask’, whatever that was. … Read More School Photo