1). 1/2 cup of daydreaming and gazing up at the sky
2). 1/2 cup of doing and transforming dreams into a reality ( to balance the taste of daydreaming)
3). 3 tablespoons of love and admiration  for others, myself, and life
4). A pinch of self care and taking time for myself ( you can always use a face mask)
5). 3 teaspoons of serendipity (spontaneous adventures please!)
6). 6 tablespoons of productivity
7). A dollop of laughter, the kind...

Jane Austen, although having died over two hundred years ago, has inspired people to write about her, reimagine her novels, and have marvelled at her works.

Jane was born in Stevenson, England, in 1775. Born into an affectionate family of eight, with six brothers and one sister, she favoured her only sister, Cassandra, whom she became very attatched to and viewed her as her closest companion. For two years, Jane went to boarding school to master needlework, dancing, French, drawing, and spelling,...

“Baby, what happened to your arms?” 
Macie’s head snapped up from the gravel parking lot, her vision focused on the tiny quartz pebbles that carpeted the ground beneath the rubber soles of her ratty Chucks. You’d think with being the daughter of a superstar you would be flounced and buttoned with every designer top and label the minute it comes out, but Macie wasn’t like that, she preferred graphic tees and jackets with buttons. Beanies were a must. 
“Macie, are...

My titles are absolutely amazing and creative! I honestly had no idea what else to name this. Okay, so i'm bored, therefore i'm doing this:

Try to write a meaningful poem using mostly or only lyrics from different songs (Please TRY to use lyrics from a different song in each line.)

1st place
6 reviews on pieces of your choice
15 likes on pieces of my choice
And a follow. 

2nd Place
4 reviews on pieces of your choice
10...

I fell in love with your raven hair and midnight blue eyes. 
I fell in love with your sarcastic smile and the pain you hide.
I fell in love with your words and the sad confidence in your stride.
I fell in love with your heart and how you hold everyone else above.
I fell in love with your unconditional love.
I fell in love with you and you became a part of me.

You were perfect in almost every possible way. ...

Hello, All!
This is a competition I am trying. Since my last contest never ended up happening, I guess this officially qualifies as my first contest!!!!!!!! (Unless, that is, this one fails miserably, too. I sure hope not!)

So the theme for this contest is FORGIVENESS!!!!!!!

You can write either a poem or short story based around the act of forgiveness, or the ability (or lack thereof) to forgive someone/something, how you have recently forgiven someone, etc. There will be...

I try so hard
Oh, so hard
To give you the forgiveness
Some others think you deserve

But I just don't think I can.

You see,
After everything you've said
Everything you've done
I just don't think I can.

Miss Switzerland wants me to move on.
She says that I will feel better
If I just forgive you for what you have done
And go along with the rest of my life.

But not the others.
Not Sami
or Alysa ...

what do you see
when you look at me

do you see me as my "friends" do
 as a bird locked in a cage of thoughts?

do you see me as my mum does
as an angel who broke her wings?

do you see me as my sister does
as a sunflower who takes up all the sunlight?

do you see me as my cousin does
as an arse with a rebellious streak?

do you see me as my teachers...

1). 1/2 cup of daydreaming and gazing up at the sky
2). 1/2 cup of doing and transforming dreams into a reality ( to balance the taste of daydreaming)
3). 3 tablespoons of love and admiration  for others, myself, and life
4). A pinch of self care and taking time for myself ( you can always use a face mask)
5). 3 teaspoons of serendipity (spontaneous adventures please!)
6). 6 tablespoons of productivity
7). A dollop of laughter, the kind...

Jane Austen, although having died over two hundred years ago, has inspired people to write about her, reimagine her novels, and have marvelled at her works.

Jane was born in Stevenson, England, in 1775. Born into an affectionate family of eight, with six brothers and one sister, she favoured her only sister, Cassandra, whom she became very attatched to and viewed her as her closest companion. For two years, Jane went to boarding school to master needlework, dancing, French, drawing, and spelling,...

I fell in love with your raven hair and midnight blue eyes. 
I fell in love with your sarcastic smile and the pain you hide.
I fell in love with your words and the sad confidence in your stride.
I fell in love with your heart and how you hold everyone else above.
I fell in love with your unconditional love.
I fell in love with you and you became a part of me.

You were perfect in almost every possible way. ...

I try so hard
Oh, so hard
To give you the forgiveness
Some others think you deserve

But I just don't think I can.

You see,
After everything you've said
Everything you've done
I just don't think I can.

Miss Switzerland wants me to move on.
She says that I will feel better
If I just forgive you for what you have done
And go along with the rest of my life.

But not the others.
Not Sami
or Alysa ...

what do you see
when you look at me

do you see me as my "friends" do
 as a bird locked in a cage of thoughts?

do you see me as my mum does
as an angel who broke her wings?

do you see me as my sister does
as a sunflower who takes up all the sunlight?

do you see me as my cousin does
as an arse with a rebellious streak?

do you see me as my teachers...

You and your lies
can stop now.
You haven't fooled me
and you never will.

The sheer absurdity
of your thinking
astounds me.
I can only laugh.

You faux personality,
your crude jealousy,
your ludicrous lies. 
Cannot get past me.

So you can stop now.
Don't even try.
You've broken enough
trusts. Enough bonds.

Your lies are painful.
Your heart black.
Your mind warped.
You yourself corrupt.

Leave me alone.
Don't let me be tainted.
Don't you dare pass that ...

THE TRUTH TELLS YOU NOTHING
 
A paler poison there could not be; if only
We could see the little grey left
In midsummer skies, they’d come back to us.
The children of the night. Traces scorned
Of a disappearing tongue, buried beneath
The cloying undergrowth; the leaves remain
Distilled in memory of a clan, of a clan that lived here
And was washed ashore when dead. If only
The colours were a soulless black, darkness silenced
Until broken; the...

    Out of all the things in the world, the pleas of the grieving are one of the most heartbreaking things. Your grief floods over your senses and suffocates you as you beg and beg for them to come back. When you lose someone, you would bargain away your soul for them to come back if you could. But the most important thing to do is to pick yourself up, and not remember them just as the person who died. Instead,...

“Hey Jeff, grab the spanner would ya?”        
“Getting it.”
“Great.”
I reached for the spanner, lifting it up with ease before throwing it over to Brent who stood waiting with an outstretched arm. It was those small things that would have made Dad flash a rare grin back in the day, muttering a “Good on ya, boy” or “See? This is who you really are, son”, before returning to his paper, his face transformed back into stone and hard...

To The One that Could've Been, 

Do you remember the first time we met? In the school's registration office, before the autumn leaves started to fall and the school bell started to ring. You wore your rimless glasses and a shyness that hung across your shoulders like the vintage jackets you rocked the next year. Though you would deny it later on, you were the one who said hi first, asking me about what classes I took and acting as...