Writers-Together

Our lives are rainbows. Sunny days are full of laughter, Sweet and melodic Like the birds in the blue. Eyes sparkle, serene and sincere As though they are dappled With the pale evening stars. When the clouds gather above, Our feet shuffle Through streets of murmurs, Those same eyes dull and mature Whilst observing the ground below, Wishing away the coming storm. On the day the cloud breaks, Shattering rain falls In torrents of screaming hail, Pelting out trembling, chilled frames With the bitter thunder and lightning Of childhood nightmares and pain. When our exposed skin shivers, Soaked straight through With endless torm

What would you do for a single second chance? To change one moment in your life. To right a wrong. To find your love. To save a friend. To make life better. To not make a grave mistake. To not lose someone dear. Life doesn't always give second chances; that's why we have to make the first one count.

When you see others burdens you start to forget you own. You begin to see the world through not your own eyes but theirs. You see the pain in the world and you realize yours seems so small. You realize you can be the change you wish to see in the world. You lose yourself into service. You hug the girl in your class who is crying in the bathroom. You visit that man in the hospital. You help every person you can. You start to carry their burdens on your shoulders. They no longer have to hold it by themselves. Tears slide down their faces. With your help they can forget their fears.

In a world where the main classes are all about summoning, fortune-telling, and magic; where a letter in your name can mean the difference between success and failure and healing is considered the greatest gift amongst all the pain, some fight to survive. Zan, a girl in her 12th year, struggles to live. People around her hate her just because of her name and title. Her powerful gift does nothing to help that, but gives nothing to defend herself with. And with her power, a mysterious force is at work, plaguing her conscience, forcing her to the brink. She has to succeed, her life depends on it. But how can she when everything seems set again

Wanting someone to talk to, Someone to help you through. Wanting to be held in their arms, Taking comfort in their charms. Letting all of your problems just flow away, Letting them go before they lead you astray. But instead being trapped in an empty room, Beginning to feel like tomb. All alone, The feeling never being outgrown. The world around, a pitch black, Just waiting to see a crack. A Crack of light where people save you from the void.

For one night she was a modern cinderella. For one night her dreams came true. For one night her life was a fairytale... She had always secretly wished that she her life was a fairytale, but reality always told her it would never happen. Fairytales were only for dreamers is what she had always been told. Things like that couldn't happen outside of a book. Magic wasn't real. That prince charming always fell of his horse. Then one night changed all of that. All her friends came over for her birthday party. Then one of her close friends became her fairy god mother. Her fairy god mother found her a cute outfit with jeans and a baby b

The sugar coated kisses, The heartwarming hugs. Your sweet gestures, That make me feel special. The honey drenched words, Which make me hang on your lips. But those words, Directed to others. Can be daggers, They can cut me and destroy. Your gestures, gestured to others, Can make me feel so small. Your arms holding someone else, Can really make me fall to pieces. And even the thought, Of your lips on someone elses. Can make me want to crawl, Into a corner and make me cry.

From my chaos you bring order, You steer me away from that evil border. You will always be the light in my dark, You will forever remain my spark. You will always brighten my day, No matter what people do or say. I could never live without you, Form the day I met you, I knew you hold would me together, being my glue. I will always be your shoulder to cry on, Even when I am gone.

I hope you can see, That even if you say 'don't leave me'. I am still going away, But I will be back for another day. Please don't cry, Every time you do a  bit inside of me will die. It's only for a year, I will come back for you my dear. I will miss you when I'm gone Thankfully it won't be too long.

A quiet evening; a lonely tavern.  Empty and bare but for the two figures sitting by the bar.  The candle flickered lowly, its dying light shading the face of a beautiful young lady, her hair decorated with delicate beads of blue.  Lurking out of the candle's reach was yet another woman, just as beautiful as the last.  With her flowing hair tied and worn like an ornament upon a mantelpiece, her slender arms were crossed, her unequal eyes fixed on the other. The silence between then was gently broken by a soft spoken voice.  "Was it something I did?"  Her pale hand eased the blonde strands behind one ear, blue eyes sad and unsure.  "Did I ups