Esperanza was the middle child in a house of nine. Her makeshift house was crumbling to pieces. The moss-covered walls were meant to keep them warm, but frigid nights crept through the thin insulation. Esperanza’s school was no escape to the unpleasant conditions she endured at home. The desks and chairs were worn down, and
Category: Young Writers
Nearly midnight
This was supposed to be a happy day for her, it was her 18th birthday. As she looked over the view of the magnificent city, the heavy, cold wind pushed her grey hoodie off the top of her head, exposing her deep black locks, hiding underneath. Leaning forward quite dangerously over the top of the
Metanoia
It was simple. He asked and she agreed. He took the lead and she followed. What else was she supposed to do, when he had such a hold on everything that she was? The first step was a breeze, carrying her forward with him by her side. And so they ran, their hand in each
Love, Luke
The platform was filled with men clad in green, hoping to say their last farewells to their loved ones before the train took them away to their very possible end. Some were crying, others clung on to their family members in a hopeless embrace, refusing to let go. Nobody knew what was in store for
A Splash of Cerise
As elegant as the stars and as soft as the morning sun, a flock of bristles wisped across a canvas. Swaying slightly as she flicked her brush onwards, Kady layered her picture, stroke after stroke. The golden rays emitting from the sun and the crisp morning air felt like heaven. Her mind danced as robins
You won’t tell God
“What if someone does a few bad things?” “No, girl, you have to be good; do only good,” Mum said, looking straight at your eyes. She knew how daring you had become ever since you told her about how you beat up a bully at school. “Only good?” “Yes. Only good.” She then paused to
Children are little geniuses!
We children are not afraid to dab our hands in color to create something beautiful. In fact we like to flaunt them. We feel proud. Sometimes I think how it would look like to paint the sky green and grass blue. But am I not allowed to do it? Should grass be always green and
Fighting For Survival Of The Majestic White Bengal Tiger
So many animals are threatened with extinction. Why do we allow this to happen, when we could, if we chose to, stop it? Why I like tigers I just adore tigers! They are the most beautiful, majestic creatures. Strong, quiet, powerful, yet loving and caring towards their young. Something I have in common with them
The Tale of Hong Kong
One afternoon, when Bruno came home from school, he was surprised to see Father smartly dressed in his uniform and heading to the door. “Papa, why are you leaving again?” Bruno asked, a little cross, for Father had only returned last night after a three-day duty, and he was looking forward to tell him about
entity unknown
I wonder what she sees. <error> The girl stands at the edges of a soaring monolith, where she looks to a city aglow with light and flame. Her eyes are hard and unblinking — unseeing<error>, as her fingers reach out to grasp at the lucent skyline. They tremble in the moonlight, and I imagine<error> the
Observations of an Endangered Creature
I watched her as she cowered in the evergreen shrubs. Her body racked with sobs, shaking, struggling for breath. She collapsed onto the floor, limbs sprawled at unnatural angles, her ocean eyes deep and lifeless, still staring, felt as if they were bearing into my soul. Her body fell fast and violent, as if it
It’s In Your Hands!
I was painstakingly looking at all the pictures in the children’s section, and as I got to the second picture, something immediately crossed my mind when I saw those two hands soiled with paint stains. I heard a distinct voice thunder within: IT’S IN YOUR HANDS! What are in your hands that’s special? Paint stains?
Where Two are Fighting, The Third Wins
The waves were very high and there was a storm. On Thursday, a boat crashed on the beach… there were no people to be seen, only stones and trees. The pirate captain and his crew checked if the boat was damaged. It was evening and they needed a place to sleep. “Go and find a
Elephants
Hi! My name is Sam, and I am an animal rescuer. I have been studying elephants for the past year in Thailand, learning about the ways they communicate, survive etc. Last week was my most exciting encounter yet! This is my story. It all started on a hot summer’s morning. I was on track to
The Cost of Cruelty
The stars were just starting to disappear at the coming of dawn over the dark African plains. Full of curiosity, a baby elephant followed a seemingly harmless butterfly and, in doing so inadvertently strayed from the protection of her mother’s side. If only she knew what her curiosity would cost her. Having entered the world
The Great Unknown
The great unknown can sometimes be the most fear inducing thing in your life, whether it’s going to a new school, beginning the path to college, or learning how to ride a bike. We have all, at one point in our lives, come into a new situation and not known how to properly adapt to
A Piece of Freedom
In this world, we are surrounded by so many different people with so many different opinions and perspectives. Although there is always two sides to every story, is it wrong for me to say that there is definitely more than just two? It’s a great thing to have different opinions and sides to things, as
Stone In My Pocket
Whenever I come to this place, all I can think of is him. I’ve never moved on. He said he would be back someday. After waiting many years, I’m starting to believe it was all a dream, until today. I found the stone again. That made my thoughts go all the way back to the
The Bridge Into The Mist…
Looking into the mist, I saw a small outline of a mountain. The mountain I am going to walk. I put my bag of gear down, got out my bright torch. I shined the torch into the distance and in front of me was a small bridge. I smiled and zipped up my coat and
Cliffside Tale
She stood there, gazing at the foggy cliffside. Her chestnut brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, while her bronze eyes glistened in the shadows. Her cheeks were as red as roses and they had small brown freckles layered upon them. She wore a snowy-white shirt, with dark blue jeans; her mind was