Tag: Original
Haiku- Bed of Sunshine
by Hadduzh
Timber, honey boards Beneath my body, stretched Out in dappled sun.
Haiku- Japanese Maple Tree
by Hadduzh
Seeping blood, star leaves. Young contrast against the sky, Translucent in light.
Falling- 400 word story- Book week 2022
by sofiaista
Hello everyone 🙂 It’s a bit late, I know, but I thought it would be good to write something for book week this year. This year the book week theme was “Dreaming with eyes open” which got me thinking about how daydreams can present a varying array of thoughts and ideas- good, bad, confusing, and everything in between. Instead of allowing myself to use … Read More Falling- 400 word story- Book week 2022
Lucy duck
by sofiaista
“Lucy! Lucy, where are you?” I saunter through the hallway of my house, glancing into each room as I pass by. My converse squeak against the honeyed timber boards, their all star symbols peaking out from the inner sides of my shoes. Photos stuck to the walls smile down at me. “Lucy duck?” The light spring breeze winds around my arms like the long … Read More Lucy duck
Lost in Winter
by Hadduzh
Footfalls muffled by numbing snow, Boots peeking out amidst sinking plains. Gloves held tight, Between frozen palms, Keeping heat from escaping her arms. Coat tangled up In little marching legs. Scarf wrapped tightly, Hat upon her head. Pigtails golden Against the bitter frost. “Where am I winter? I think I’m lost.”
The principal’s office
by Hadduzh
The principal’s office, a land of despair, the mighty ruler’s evil lair. Where she sits amid the cries and yells, an ogre in a living hell. Where darkness reigns and nightmares spawn, and to which the naughty children are drawn. The principal’s office, a place of delight, where things that are wrong are always set right. Where she smiles and offers cakes, assuring they … Read More The principal’s office
At the markets
by Hadduzh
At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The greengrocer is there with his apples and plums, selling his fruits with a merry little hum. The baker is there with pastries and cakes, nibbling biscuits in her breaks. At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The jeweller is there … Read More At the markets
Muddied Waters 
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