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The Moon- it looks, searching, spotting, seeing, like a white beam in the night, it looks down at me. The Moon- it tries, searching, spotting, seeing,
By Chloe3 years ago in Poets
With the sun in my eyes, I'm inspired. I make a try to change the world; I make a book to alter it all. With the sun in my eyes, I feel better;
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds come out to dance with the blushing sky. It changes the hearts of those who look upon it. It forms the minds of those who gaze up at it. Mothers hold their children close, guide them up to a spot where they can have the best view. Siblings stare in wonder at the sight.
By Chloe3 years ago in Fiction
It made no sense to leave it as it was. The past, a curious thing. Forever had he wondered what to do with it. It was deadly to mess with, amazing to look back at, terrifying to recount.
I started writing on Vocal just last year. A friend of my mom's had sent me a challenge- Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge (I memorized the name, I was so excited about it)- in early September. At the time, I was sick, but the moment I saw that I could enter a writing challenge, my heart started beating like a horse's hooves.
By Chloe3 years ago in Journal
The child still remains a mystery to us. It was two weeks into the month of Partners when she arrived. In the early hours of the morning when all the world still slumbered, I raced out of the Center doors and into the endless fields. Distant glimmers of the sunrise echoed across the horizon, and I, knowing the town would soon awake, made my journey in utter silence.
Together we make our try at sailing the seas; just us, you and I. Water sloshes at the hull of the wooden boat, splashing, twinkling;
The ground was grass, then it turned to water. I sunk in fast, started flailing, swimming, gliding through air. I turned my head and looked,
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Dark, it was. And cold, too. Shadows of the past hung forgotten on the walls, never to be recovered. Their quiet cries haunted the emptiness of the place; if only it weren't the last of its kind.
The shadows shifting on the wall with every move I make. I wonder, how much longer will I have this test to take? I have been here for
Wandering aimless in the dark forest, I see a gray wolf race by.
Eyes like gray cloud pools, full of loyalty and love, stare while his tail wags.
