Vastwars gripped Luna's wrist in his mouth and began to pull her to the window. 'Come with me Luna', he said. 'Come with you where?' 'Come into the night with me. Come and explore the realm of mystery.' Luna did not need bidding twice. She grabbed the coverlet from her bed and threw it round her shoulders, for it was rather cold, pulled herself through the window, and stood up on the outside window ledge. She threw out her arms and let the cooling breeze blow in her face. She heard Vastwars' voice at her heels. 'Climb onto my back and don't let go.' Luna climbed onto Vastwars back and held onto his long, thick fur. 'Ready?' The Wanil's rider gave a squeeze on his sides in reply. 'Well then, let's go!' And with that the beast braced his muscles and sprang!
'Aaaahhhhh!' Luna's scream was half out of fear and half out of the exultation of being in the air. Her Wanil landed on silent cat paws on the top of the garden wall. 'That was the most wonderful and scary thing I've ever done!' Luna breathed as she looked over the space they had flown over. 'The most wonderful things are scary.' Her companion replied. 'Now don't let go your grip; there are more to come.' So with one more look at her bedroom window Luna clung to her new found friend and readied herself for the adventure ahead, for there were to be many.
The darkness caresses your soul
Telling you to remove all light
You ly in death yet all I warned
Never romanticize those of hell
Learn to love those above
Adore heaven instead
Dancing upon the firey coal
Inside the infinite loop
Your hair turns dark as ash
All that glitters is still gold
Yet the world you hide
So follow me to the light
Learn to love what is bright
Leave your anguish in the night
You loved everything
Living in your head more than life
Living in make-believe
Adore heaven instead
and stop romanticizing hell
| 39768 - Reply from Delaney37 , 14 yrs (USA) - 2021-05-07 >> NEW|
| 39766 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-05-07 >> NEW|
| Your poems always have so much meaning in them!|
Luna placed her hand in between Vastwars lynx-like ears and ran it down his wolf's snout. The Wanil crooned, dog-like and tucked his paws under him with half closed eyes, like some gigantic house cat as Luna dragged herself onto his side of the window-sill, stroking his thick fur. Than, something made her rise and look at her hands. They were covered with purple sparkles that shone like glitter. As she gazed at them, she felt something bubbling up inside her; a feeling of happiness, a sort of carefree happiness, and something else as well that she couldn't quite distinguish. Their was only one reaction she could make to that feeling, and she did it. She laughed. She laughed and she laughed till her heart felt as if it would grow wings and fly.
Vastwars laughed with her. His laugh was a whine; the musical whine of a cat at night, and it sang pure magic into the air.
In the box was an iphone. That was correct, but it wasn’t the iphone she was hoping for. It was only the iphone 21! She didn’t even think you could buy those anymore! And she was right. “We couldn’t afford a new phone, so you get mom’s old one.” Their Dad explained, smiling like it was a good thing. “C-can it call storybook characters?” Chloe sniffed, close to tears. “Um, we had a slight complication with that one.” Their mom said nervously. The tears were stinging Chloe’s eyes now. “You may call one storybook character.” Her dad stated, patting their mom’s back as she cringed with guilt. Chloe’s tears began to spill. How could she choose just ONE? More like one hundred! She snatched the phone from the box and ran to her room. She slammed the door shut and stacked piles of boxes she planned to decorate in front so nobody could get in. She watched her new-old phone’s screen light up, illuminating the large crack on the screen. This is the worst birthday ever, she thought grimly. She glanced over at her overflowing bookshelf, wondering who she was going to call. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, which she decided to ignore. The knock continued for a few minutes, and finally Chloe opened the door and leaped into her closet. She peered under the crack of the door, and was surprised to see Zara, searching her room. “Chloe, this isn’t funny. Come out or I'll burn your gifts.” Zara grumped, pacing Chloe’s room. Chloe let out a small snicker. Like she cared if her gifts got burnt. She almost would have rathered to get ash wrapped in a bow for her birthday. “Get out or you’ll never get the birthday present I got you!” Zara snapped. Now that caught Chloe’s attention. She crawled stealthily out of the closet and poked Zara’s leg. “EEEEEEEEEE!” She shrieked, whirling around faster than a racecar on a book on the couch with Sparky curled up beside her, and her dad was on his phone, catching up on Facebook or something. Of all the new apps, her parents still stuck with dumb ol’ Facebook. “Where did Zara go?” Chloe asked sternly, placing her hands on her hips. Her parents gave each other unsure glances, until her dad spoke up. “She’s just running some errands for us.” He said, not taking his eyes off his phone. Chloe grunted. ‘What a typical excuse.’ She thought, glaring at her parents. “I do NOT believe that!” She snapped, stomping over to her mom. “She’s going on a date with that dumb Eric guy, right?” Chloe asked, reaching her hand for Sparky’s soft fur. Instead she felt her mom’s strong grip. “We do not call people dumb in this household, Sweetie. You know that.” She said firmly. “You always take Zara’s side!” Chloe whined, pulling away from her mom’s grip. “She isn’t at her date yet, ok? It’s not until later.” Chloe’s mom said matter-of-factly, releasing Chloe’s hand. Chloe ran back upstairs and back into her room. She curled up in her bed, hugging her stuffed elephant, Binky, and eventually cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, she pranced downstairs with new energy. She’d barely slept the night before, but who did the night before their birthday? Especially when they THOUGHT they would get the gift of their dreams. She saw Zara on the tattered arm chair, clutching a shiny white box. To Chloe’s surprise, Zara handed her the box. It looked like the boxes that held expensive diamond rings, just bigger. “What, you want me to propose to Eric for you?” Chloe blurted out, examining the box. Zara rolled her eyes. “No, idiot, it’s for you.” She said, annoyed. Their mom shot Chloe and Zara a ‘look.’ “What is with the name calling, girls? I hope this is just a phase…” She said nervously. “Just open it.”
| 39765 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-05-07 >> NEW|
| Do you have a 'Students of the world' account Maddie?|
| 39761 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-05-05 >> NEW|
|Thank you so much!|
| 39759 - Reply from Amaani0 , 10 yrs (Great Britain) - 2021-05-04 >> NEW|
| This is even better than your last one. I love how it's building up!|
Saturday, April 11th, 2048
Chloe Harris awoke in excitement. Today was the day! Her fourteenth birthday was finally here, and as a birthday present, she was sure that she would get the one thing she’d been longing for for years! The new, improved iphone 67! It had the ability to call any storybook character, install up to 6,000 apps, and take pictures with over 800 filters! Well, her parents hadn’t actually told her they’d get her one… yet. But Chloe was sure she would. She sprung out of her bed excitedly, unlike her usual habit of sleeping in on Saturdays. She threw on a striped T-Shirt and jean shorts. Her parents always told her that April was too cold for shorts, but she was sure they’d make an exception on her special day. She sprung downstairs and bounced around, shrieking the word ‘PRESENTS!’ over and over like the psycho clown from the movie ‘Inside Out.’ After a few minutes of doing this, she was greeted by grumpy, tired parents and an even grumpier older sister, Zara. Chloe addressed her as the ‘16 year old pain in the bottom.’ “Why did you get me up so early? I have a date with Eric today, and I’m going to have dark circles under my eyes. And it’s all YOUR fault!” She complained, whining like a 4 year old. “Uh, it’s my BIRTHDAY. Your 18th boyfriend can wait.” Chloe replied casually, rolling her eyes. Zara whined to mom and mentioned something about Chloe being a fat meanie. “So, can I open my presents now?” Chloe grinned, jumping around in a circle. “Hold up, it’s 6:26 in the MORNING.” Zara groaned, glancing at mom and dad hopefully. But to Chloe’s delight, their dad was already on his way to grab the presents from the basement. Zara sulked and sat down on the old couch, torn and ripped apart by their dog, sparky, who was napping in the dining room. Soon enough, their dad came back with a big stack of presents. Chloe saw Zara shoot the stack of presents with a jealous glare, which just made Chloe even more content. She grabbed the biggest one, because that obviously wasn’t iphone size. The main reason she wanted the iphone so badly was to call all her crushes from books- and she had many. Her excitement rose as she tore apart the shiny green wrapping paper, which faded as soon as she saw what it was. SOCKS. Her parents had gotten her a pack of 100 SOCKS for her birthday. She plastered on a fake smile. “Thank you! Gotta love those socks, heh heh.” She exclaimed unconvincingly, patting the box of socks like it was a prized possession. Her sister was definitely not fooled, but her parents, weirdly, were. “We thought you could use some new ones, since all your others had holes in them.” Her dad explained. “Aren’t they ADORABLE?!!” Her mom gushed, grinning widely. Chloe couldn’t help but consider her mom brain dead, staring at the llama patterned socks in disappointment. “Well? What are you waiting for? Open the next one! I don’t want to waste any more of my time on this!” Zara said grumpily under her breath. Chloe sighed and shoved the socks away, trying to dig up hope for the next present. She went through four more presents until there was just a small, iphone sized box left. But after the past presents, she wasn’t so sure. The presents she’d gotten were no better than the socks. A whoopee cushion, which she was not allowed to use on her sister (so what was the point?) A pair of pink underwear, a rhino plushie, and a journal, which she planned to secretly recycle. As she grabbed the final box, her hopes rose. It was the weight of an iphone 67! She slowly tore the thin wrapping paper, her heart pounding. It was like the contents of this box was a matter of life and death.
| 39754 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-05-03 >> NEW|
|Find out the box contents tomorrow!|
The voice was a steady, sharp one. He spoke with sigh; Luna one again sensed the fresh, crisp air.
'What are you?' Luna's voice was barely an inaudible whisper. The creature's delicate ears flicked at the sound. He turned full to face her now.
'I am the Wanil of the night.'
The words sent a tingle down Luna's spine. It was not one of fear; it was one of mystery, and adventure. 'What is your name?'
The Wanil's answer was an unexpected one. 'Tell me what me name is.'
Luna stepped toward the open window as if enchanted. Without hesitation she laid her hand on the Wanil's mane-covered neck and whispered, 'Your name is Vastwars'.
All you need is a tiny spark
Just a little light
To flip the switch and change the tide
Just change the night
Dye your hair
Lose him in the dark
Sweet to sour
Light to dark
Just different sides of the same coin
All you need is a little light
To flip the switch and change the tide
Show your love
Live your life
Thrive and not survive
Lose your way
Find your heart
As long as you hold on
To the feeling of love
All you need is a little light
To flip the switch and change the tide
| 39741 - Reply from Delaney26 , 14 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-28 |
|Thanks! I guess love has been on my mind lately|
| 39737 - Reply from Amaani0 , 10 yrs (Great Britain) - 2021-04-28 |
| This is really good! Your poems are about love a lot lately.|
Well Luna didn't go to sleep after all. She lay tossing and turning until she was too tangled in her quilt to move. She felt like the something was waiting for her. It made her restless. But it was stronger than ever tonight. She heard the regular tapping at the window.
'Why don't you go and see what that tapping is? Oh don't be ridiculous, it's only the tree outside. How come I've never gone and looked before? Because there's no point. Well it's louder than usual and it's better than flumping around on this damned mattress.' The Luna that thought the other Luna was being silly had nothing to say to that, and so the girl kicked of the quilt and making sure not to awaken her parents in the other room she walked over to the window and gently parted the curtains.
She took a step backwards as a small cry escaped her lips.
There, standing on the window-ledge outside was the most, majestic and wonderful creature she ever had and ever would see.
It had the legs and paws of a wild cat, the upper body of a wolf and the ears of a lynx. He had a Lion's mane that spread all the way down his back and tail. It swept, Luna thought, over his back like the night across the world. The hair that covered the rest of him was not much less thicker.
He fixed her with calm quiet eyes.
'Oh, Luna! Do you see me?'
So everyone, I've started on the story about the night spirit and all. This is just the Epilogue and I hope you like it!
Luna took one more look at the world of perfection that lay in before her. She stuck her nose out for one more smell before she went to bed. The smell was crisp and fresh; it was the smell of the night time. The Night Time!
Her heart always felt alive and free when the sun set and the night covered the world once more. It was a curious thing. Her heart set with the rising of the sun, and rose with the setting of the sun. It was not that she felt miserable when it was daylight. She just felt dull and weary, but in the night she felt lively and alert.
Luna wondered if the fact that she had been born in the evening might have something to do with it. Did she have a special connection with the night? Then there was her name. Luna. She wouldn't change it for the world.
There was another thing that Luna didn't realise. She looked like the night.
She had thick, wavy black hair and a face that glowed like the moon. And yet her face had never caused an alarming contrast with the darkness of her hair. It never occurred to Luna that the very sight of her own face and the hearing of her own name was what kept her lively and blithe in the day time.
Luna took one last look at the moon's friendly smiling face and sighing, closed the curtains and climbed into bed.
She hoped her family might move to Africa one day. She had heard it was so hot there that people slept during the day and went about there business at night. She went to sleep with that thought in her head.
| 39725 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-26 |
| 39724 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-26 |
| Thankyou! Your a very good writer as well!|
| 39719 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-25 |
|Great job! I love the simile: 'A face that glowed like the moon.' You are super talented!|
| 39718 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-25 |
| Thanks, I'll keep that in mind for the next chapter!|
| 39716 - Reply from Delaney37 , 14 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-25 |
|It basically means instead of telling the reader that something is feeling or acting a certain way you show how they are acting or feeling for the reader to infer. For example you could say a forest is "spooky" or "The surrounding trees seemed to close in suffocating all life and happiness with it".|
| 39715 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-25 |
| Thanks! But I don't quite understand what you mean by show and not tell?|
| 39714 - Reply from Delaney37 , 14 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-25 |
|This is really good but make sure you show and not tell|
Hello everyone. So I have a story idea but it's rather vague. I was thinking about all the activity off the night and I wanted to write a story about maybe a girl that discovers the spirit of the night a and explores the world of the moonlight. Does anyone have a suggestion of some more specific adventures to build it on?
| 39705 - Reply from Delaney26 , 14 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-23 |
|Maybe it should depend on what spirit it is and the personality. Like night could be some sort of night animal in its form|
| 39704 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-23 |
| Also, I'm trying to decide if the Spirits should take the shape of an animal, or fairy or something entirely made up?|
| 39703 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-23 |
| Thanks, that's a brilliant idea!|
| 39702 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-23 |
|Maybe she finds there's a spirit of the day too and has to solve the night and days rivalry before they go to war.|
Dancing alone is just as fun
Or so I tell myself
But I long to hold your hand
And dance with you in the rain
Underneath that old toll booth
We can sing at the top of our lungs
But no it can't be so
My shadow cannot hide
The monster just like me
Longs to dance alone
I tell it to play nicely
To bow and be polite
But never have I burst a laugh
Under it's watchful eye
So still I dance alone
Happy yet not free
But the fat lady has not yet sung
So my dream it soon shall be
| 39691 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-20 |
| 39690 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-20 |
| Good one!👍|
After what felt like hours, I finally found the next studio. I see a girl who looks about Judy’s age, smiling and grabbing papers. What a relief! She looks SUPER nice! I walk up to her. “Hi! Are you my ballet instructor?” I ask sweetly, just to make sure. The girl frowns and shakes her head. “Sorry,but no. You’re stuck with Mrs.Wodish. Toughest teacher in the book. She’s Molly’s mom.” The girl whispers sympathetically. “Who’s Molly?” I ask. She gestures towards a girl in my group. Oh no. My ballet instructor is bun girl’s mom!!! “Molly’s won every competition she’s been in here.” The girl explains. “With her mom’s training, she’s the best of the best.” I feel faint. Jasmine and Molly have been hanging out this whole time. I’m interrupted by the girl patting me on the back. “You’ll be alright. I gotta go deliver these papers. Good luck!” She grins, then walks out the door. Mrs.Wodish will probably be here soon, and I’m in PANIC MODE!!!! Then a light bulb flashes over my head. I have a flip phone, and Jasmine has an iphone. What better way to chat privately? I pull it out of my pocket and open our chat.
Allie: Hey Jasmine, are we still friends?
Jasmine: Shut up, we aren’t allowed phones
Allie: But the teacher isn’t her-
“Allie and Jasmine, put away those devices, IMMEDIATELY!!!” Yells a sharp voice. I turn around in fear to see the tall, fit, beautiful girl that is no doubt, Mrs. Wodish. And in the back of my head, I can feel the jolting sting of Jasmine’s deadly glare. “You will both be serving detention, and your parents will be notified. And, no freezies!” Mrs. Wodish continued. Jasmine steps up to me and whispers into my ear. “You have RUINED my reputation! We will, never, ever, be friends.”
| 39685 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-19 |
|Sorry I'm still working on them because my spring break is over and I'm doing online school.|
| 39680 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-18 |
| How much time for each new chapter to come out?|
| 39675 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-16 |
|Thank you for the feedback!
| 39668 - Reply from Juliana103 (Canada) - 2021-04-15 |
| I like how the story's progressing! One thing I would say is to keep WORDS LIKE THIS to a minimum. Also, start a new line whenever a different character is speaking. Happy writing!|
This was it! I was entering Premiere dance, with my brand new duffel bag that my mom finally agreed to buy for camp attire! I was the last one to arrive, so I asked someone at a desk where the day camps took place. The guy gestured to a door marked ‘studio A’. I took that as a sign and marched right into studio A. Inside I saw a girl who looked about sixteen with legs like twigs and short ruby hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore huge fat rimmed black glasses, and a tank top with a name tag that read: INSTRUCTOR. She walked over, smiling. She held a clip board with a checklist on it. “Hello there! You must be… Allie?” She asked. When I nodded, she smiled. “My name is Judy Doward. I am your acro instructor.” She said sweetly. My face twists into a confused expression. “Acro?” I ask. “What’s acro?” Judy opens her mouth to reply but is interrupted by laughter from behind us. We turn to see a group of girls that must be my campmates. I see Jasmine, but mostly I see that she’s laughing too. Judy puts her hands on her hips playfully. “C’mon. The ol’ Alls is new! Give her a helping hand for Pete’s sake.” She teases. I smile at her. The girls shrug and begin to chat again. Judy bent down next to me and whispered into my ear: “Acro stands for Acrobatics, meaning like, rolls and flips and stuff.” And then she walks to the front of the studio. “Okay, girls! I need to pick up some freezies for later. But I will only get them if you promise to include Allie here in your chitter chatter. Deal?” Judy announces. The girls nod, and Judy leaves the studio. I walk over to Jasmine, who’s talking with a short girl with a few freckles and blonde hair pulled up in a tight bun. “Hey, Jasmine!” I exclaim. The girl she had been talking with glared at me and scooted away. I take her place. Jasmine glares at me as well and scoots away. I didn’t get it. I brushed my teeth this morning. I washed my hair. As far as I knew, all I’d done was said hi. I sit alone until Judy comes back. Judy gestures at me. “Were you including Allie?” She asks matter-of-factly. The girls shrug, and then Judy holds the box full of Mr.Freeze freezies over the trash can. The girls erupt in nods to save the freezies. I sigh. Maybe they were nervous for their first day too. “Ok!” Declares Judy. “Let’s get started!” She sits down on the floor. “Everyone separate.” Judy says. I rush to a spot near Jasmine, but It’s already taken by bun girl. I try to shrug it off and sit in the back left corner. Immediately, Judy twists in a pose that doesn’t look like something the human body should do! No matter how much I twist or turn, I just can’t do it! The other girls do it perfectly and laugh at me like I’m a big, clumsy, hippo. Maybe they’re not that far off. It goes on like this for the rest of class, but I still have hope. Because I, Allie Torian, do not give up that easily. Why would I? Jasmine was still my BFF, right? Or wrong? I should ask her during lunch. That seemed reasonable.But now, it was time to meet my instructor for next class. I hope they’ll be as nice as Judy! I hope I’ll be good at it! I hope Jasmine will talk to me! I hope, I hope, I hope…
| 39667 - Reply from Juliana103 (Canada) - 2021-04-15 |
| Hiya! I like the concept here, but I suggest breaking up the text into paragraphs to make the reading easier. ;)|
| 39661 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-13 |
|Sorry, I'm still working on it! But I'm glad you liked the first chapter!|
| 39659 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-12 |
| I hope the next chapter is coming out tomorrow?!|
Hello! Today, April 23rd, I received what I thought was the best news ever. I was going to attend Premiere dance camp with my best friend! Me, my name is Allie, and my best friend, Jasmine, had been inseparable since when we met in kindergarten! It would start tomorrow, and I was psyched! I mean, she’s way better at dance then me, but I’d probably catch up, right?
SPOILER ALERT: I didn’t.
This is the story of my dance camp disaster, and how, thankfully, I made it out alive.
| 39645 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-11 |
|Chapter one coming tomorrow!|
Today I fell and you did not see
How my heart stopped beating
And my life left me
Now you still believe I am here
Dreaming of you in sleep
Oh my darling never forget
The waltzes we would dance
The worlds we would emerge
and the memories we would make
Now you see that I am gone
Oh how your heart yearns for me
Please believe oh can't you see
I must go it is the only way
I am still here
Wherever you may go
Even though it won't show.
| 39684 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-19 |
|Look I don't want to start a fight but your only 12 years old and I'm perfectly fine with my poetry the way it is. It's not a story per se but a time capsule to a period in my life or a certain mood I was in.|
| 39683 - Reply from Juliana103 (Canada) - 2021-04-19 |
| It doesn't seem like you understand what I'm saying. I'm not saying there's a problem with the poem's structure, but the content is vague. This poem gives a sense of longing and sadness, but isn't very specific.
If you choose not to listen to my advice, that's fine. This is my constructive criticism from writer to writer.
| 39681 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-18 |
|Yeah I do that so the reader can interpret what's going on instead of dumping information.|
| 39677 - Reply from Juliana103 (Canada) - 2021-04-17 |
| Hi Delaney. I meant how the stanzas of the poem are connected to one topic.|
| 39674 - Reply from Delaney26 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-15 |
|Thanks Juliana but none of my poems are really meant to connect|
| 39669 - Reply from Juliana103 (Canada) - 2021-04-15 |
| This is good! I suggest you work on conveying a message in the poems, because right now the ideas are good but how they're connected is unclear. Have a good day :)|
| 39643 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-10 |
|Lol Thank you|
| 39642 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-10 |
|This is kind of AWESOME!!!|
| 39633 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-08 |
| 39632 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-04-08 |
| As Wonderful as ever!|
My friend of many years
We danced in the dark
Inside that old tool shed
Something's gone horribly wrong
My friend oh she has gone
She's not like herself
She's someone new
What on earth shall I do
Something darkens her eyes
She can tell my surprise
She tells the truth
That she's not herself
She's somebody else
Not the friend I knew
That danced with me in the dark
Laughing about everything and nothing at all
Oh I must take you to the light
Return the friend with eyes of bright
Not the one who relishes the night
On this journey I shall go
Burn down heaven
Walk through hell
Anything for the friend I used to know
| 39742 - Reply from Delaney26 , 14 yrs (USA) - 2021-04-28 |
| 39676 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-04-17 |
|Wow it's like a story!
| 39606 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-03-30 |
|Thank you! I got it from this alt song I really like called Your somebody else by Flora Cash. I tried really hard not to copy a lot of the lyrics though.|
| 39605 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-03-30 |
| OMG! Absolutely beautiful! Where did you get insiiration from?|
Rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain
Your raindrops glistening on my window
Splattering on the yawn freshly mowed
Some people may consider you a pest
But I think you’re the best
You are the life to my life
You are the spring to my spring
Nature needs you
I need you.
| 39602 - Reply from Maddie93 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-03-29 |
|Thank you! I really do love the rain!|
| 39601 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-03-29 |
| This is the reverse song of 'Rain, Rain go away.' It's very good!|
大家好! 我是 一个正在学习中文的美国人。尽管古典文学也可以，但我想对中国好的小说提出一些建议，最好是当代小说。
| 39598 - Reply from yangrunze8 , 15 yrs (China) - 2021-03-28 |
The dullness of light leaves me behind
The heart of my loves beating has gone
For sleep has found him safe and sound
Yet I am oceans away
On this island isolated forevermore
Nothing to hold keep my delight
Just my mind is keeping me by
How I wish it would go away
Darkness is engulfing my head
The shores of sleep at play
Yet as the night translates to day
I remain oceans away
Imagination shall never cease
The magic goes through the air
This is why my rest is nigh
Due this world we share
| 39594 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-03-27 |
| 39593 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-03-27 |
| 39582 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-03-26 |
| 39581 - Reply from Abbey50 , 13 yrs (Canada) - 2021-03-26 |
| 39580 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-03-25 |
| 39579 - Reply from Maddie55 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-03-25 |
| 39574 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-03-24 |
| 39573 - Reply from Jacqueline137 , 15 yrs (USA) - 2021-03-24 |
| Beautiful as always!|
If I could live on a cloud
Oh the clouds I would bound
I would sail on the raindrops
Gazing down at the shops
The people casually strolling
Not knowing I’m patrolling
I’d patrol the skies
I patrol the skies
| 39570 - Reply from Maddie55 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-03-22 |
| 39569 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-03-22 |
| Very Good!|
You shine among the others
You are the colors
You are the light
In a sea of black and white
I want to be your friend
I want to be your friend
You stand near another girl
You jump around and twirl
And I wish I could be there too
I want to twirl with you
| 39543 - Reply from Maddie55 , 10 yrs (Canada) - 2021-03-17 |
|Thank you so much! Thank you thank thank you!|
| 39537 - Reply from Amaani0 (Great Britain) - 2021-03-16 |
| I think this is great!|
| 39536 - Reply from Delaney37 , 13 yrs (USA) - 2021-03-16 |