The Sailor

If you happen to find yourself staring out at a bay, you may glimpse a small boat bobbing towards the horizon.

This is a sailors boat, and that sailor has a story like no other.

He was once a happy bloke, filled with cheer and gladness.

He had a love of his life, and little girl too.

They would often spend evenings dancing and singing or playing games.

But one fateful day, his wife and daughter were at the beach, swimming and making sandcastles, when he was informed that a tragic event had taken place.

The strong current had swept the little girl deep in to the water, and slowly, she swallowed more and more salty water, until she drowned.

After a while, the mother realised her child was not paddling in the shallows like she said she would, and was no where in sight.

Panic stricken, the mother raced around the beach, darting from person to person, asking if they had seen a girl with blue eyes and curly brunette hair; but no one had seen her.

The mother dived into the ocean, and paddled as far as she could, hoping her girl would be there.

The woman kept swimming, until she had to stop and take a break, until out of the deep came a monstrous shark, at least 3 metres long.

The shark swallowed up the poor woman, ending her life.

When the man had finished reading the letter containing the series of unfortunate events, his heart skipped a beat, and tears started spurting out of his eyes, running down his cheeks like small rivers.

And ever since that day, the man had been out on his boat every week, determined to prove his wife and daughter were alive, and that the letter was a hoax, even though it truly wasn’t.


Roses can symbolise many things, like love and peace.

Deep red roses from burgundy to Scarlett, can be a gift of love, while snow white roses could symbolise peace.

Roses aren’t just one thing, they are many.

Such a simple form of beauty, like a rose, can mean the world to someone.

Such a wonderful creation roses are.

Silence (A Poem)

Silence is deafening, it envelopes you in a sensation like no other.

It is louder than any humanly audible sound, and nothing needs to be done to make it.

No one can feel such a feeling that you feel when silence is in the air.

It can come in different forms, like anxiety, fear, happiness, joy, and many other things.

Silence is the loudest sound of all.

Red (An Acrostic Poem)

R: Red is revolutionary

E: Even when the sun is setting, red manages to make dusk look perfect.

D: Daring and dashing, is a way to describe it

FATHERS (An Acrostic Poem)

F: Full of inspiration

A: Always by your side

T: Truthfully loving

H: Honest and Kind

E: Exiting and Intriguing

R: Reliable, Responsible, and Relatable

S: Special and unique

The Toys That Came Alive

Every day, when Molly Burkon went to school, all her cuddle toys came alive.

It started with a blink, and then a twitch, and slowly they would stiffly sit up.

After a while, when their joints were warmed up, all Molly’s cuddle toys would start to play.

Miss. Strawberry, Molly’s fairy doll, liked to do karaoke with the barbies; Princess, the resident powderpuff Pomeranian puppy toy, liked to run around pointlessly with the her best friend Lilo the Labrador; while Oscar the Owl would prefer to sit in a cosy nook and read to his content.

All day round they would smile and laugh with glee, and when it was night time, they would all cuddle up against Molly, listening to the rising falls of her breath.

Sometimes the toys would argue, and go to Molly’s fake toy court, where Judge Judy the bobble head would bang her gavel again and again until the argument was over.

But the best part of the day for the toys was when Molly rushed into her room, plopped down on her bed, and told them all the events of her day.

The toys loved Molly, and Molly loved them, but she never did find out that her toys could come alive.


Hope is a thing that can always be found.

If you look for it, you will find it, but if you don’t bother, it won’t be there.

You have to believe that there is hope to truly find it, and you have to trust that you will find it.

Hope doesn’t go around trying to find you, it waits patiently for you to come and find it.

It never shining, even on the darkest of days.

Hope will always be there for you.


You run into an empty classroom and slam the door shut behind you.

In one flick of your hand, the door is locked, and you slump against it in exhaustion.

You never thought you were going to be bullied, but now, you can’t deny that you are.

The group of heartless girls that were racing after you are now at the door, pounding it with their fists until it’s wooden frame rattles.

Your heart is thumping so loudly in your ears that you are unable to hear the ruthless school girls noises anymore.

Tears start to trickle down your red cheeks, and you start to feel hot and stuffy.

When you were enrolling in going to your present school, nobody told you that the school was packed full of rotten people like the ones still banging at the door.

Suddenly the loud racket stopped, and a raspy adult voice was coming from outside the door.

It was the principal!

You look up, your face stricken with fear, and the corners of your mouth lift slightly into an awkward half smile half grimace.

Maybe there was hope after all.


When love is in your heart, it fills you with a burning passion like no other.

When love is not there, everything is meaningless, like a shoe to a bird.

But when love is there, it comforts you like a warm hug on a cold night.

Love is not easily disturbed, if it is the truest kind of all.


In the mornings, when the early birds are starting to stir, golden rays of sunshine pour down all over the world.

Sunshine is a pleasure we can experience, knowing that it will always be there tomorrow.

Like a waterfall, it splashes all nature with life.

Strong, powerful streaks of sun light let the flowers bloom, animals live, food grow, pastures flourish, and most of all, let us as a world live.


Such glory can only be found in a flower.

From the smoothness of the petals to the sweet fragrance it wafts around it, surely flowers are the main joy of nature.

It’s stem a luscious emerald green, it’s petals an array of colour, and it’s sun yellow centre attracting bee’s by the dozen.

All the earths inhabitants take great pleasure in smelling the wonderful aroma of a flower.


Beauty is not so much outward than it is inward.

Someones face may look like a doll, but their personality may look like a witch.

Beauty isn’t lining people up and deciding who’s complexion is smoothest, it’s knowing that even if there is someone more outwardly beautiful than that person, it’s their personality that makes them truly beautiful.

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