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"Enchanted Aeries: The Winged Unicorns of Wonder". Content Warning.
**Enchanted Aeries: The Winged Unicorns of Wonder** Once upon a time, in a realm beyond the clouds, there existed a land of pure enchantment called "Enchanted Aeries." It was a place where dreams took flight and imagination knew no bounds. Here, amidst the soft pastel skies and twinkling stars, lived the Winged Unicorns of Wonder – ethereal beings with wings as delicate as gossamer and horns that shimmered like stardust.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Writers
That Poem I Wrote when I was 12
The first piece of writing that was very important to me personally was a rhyming poem, not the first poem I ever wrote, but the first one I went through the process and re-reading and editing a few times through. It was the first poem I wanted to be proud of, the first poem I wanted to share with others. I was 12 years old, and I had recently fallen in love with reading. I had a reading assignment in school, I don’t remember the book, but I know I went through it fast and talked about it a lot with my Mom, who had her own life-long love of reading fiction and literature. She saw a spark in me and gave me her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and said, “Let’s see how you do with this book.” Harper Lee’s novel is not exactly written for 12-year-olds with its heavy themes of racism, ethics, and the law, but I managed her prose and vocabulary and found myself captivated by the story and its young narrator, Scout. I loved it. I loved the experience of escapism and learning at the same time.
By Julia Jankowski2 years ago in Writers
Little Witch, Little Witch
Do you remember reading the book “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” in elementary school? It was something of a staple in mine. I don’t think I could even come close to figuring out how many times that book was read to us in Primary and Grade One. Honestly, for someone who was consistently at a reading level a grade or two higher than the grade she was in, it was kind of boring. I can appreciate the rhythm of it and the artful illustrations now, as an adult, but little me got tired of it very quickly.
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Writers
Disappearing Woman. Top Story - September 2023.
"Disappearing Woman In silence, she's been bound She's here, but gone without a trace Nowhere to be found" The hot, summer sun beat through the window of my bedroom, the song of cicadas leading my small, clumsy hands in their creaking ballad of inspiration. Britney Spears smiled down at me from a poster above my white, wicker desk, her pigtails adorned with tufts of white feathers, beaming a porcelain smile that had yet to crack under the pressure of stardom.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Writers
What do diamonds mean to you?
What do diamonds mean to you? Sparkles Nostalgia. I recall my journey with words and my first poem. I vividly remember the excitement I felt when I created it. It was like handing diamonds to a child, but instead of being excited about the value of the diamonds, I was thrilled by the sparkle they emitted. The poem was about a middle school crush, and I remember the effort I put into making the words rhyme. I wanted to impress my infatuation with my writing skills. Looking back, I realize that the actual value of that poem wasn't in the sparkles but in the meaning behind it. It was my gateway to falling in love with poetry and writing. Reflecting on my experience and the wisdom I have gained; I understand that the actual value of my words being on paper is in the message they convey.
By George Shannon Ferguson2 years ago in Writers
JENNIFER. Content Warning.
**Jennifer: The Ancient Tapestry of a Name** In the heart of a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush meadows, there lived a young woman named Jennifer. Her name carried with it a rich tapestry of ancient meanings and a spiritual significance that seemed to guide her path through life.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Writers
Validation in school
When I was 17, I wrote a story without much thought or meaning to it. Not that I didn't try; I tried very hard. But now that I'm older, I realise that my story had one missing component. One consequential piece of the puzzle that without it, is it even really a story?
By Dana Hambleton2 years ago in Writers
Neon Unicorns
I was young. Grade school young. I knew writing was fun. My father and I did my language arts homework every night, and my favorite assignments always included writing our own stories. I come from a long line of storytellers. People with imagination and creativity woven into their bones. My grandad could easily weave a tale so fascinating, I never minded when he repeated one twice (or three or four times).
By Abigail Adams -The Mad Cow Mob Boss2 years ago in Writers
