An@nya

United States of America

❝sᴛᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴄᴇɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅʀɪᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏʜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀᴛɪᴘs❞

Hi there, I'm Ananya and I'm 13. I like to write (obviously). I also like to think I'm a funny person, but usually I'm the only one who knows I made a joke. I hope we become good friends:)

Published Work

Novel Writing Competition 2017

Ordinary Girl

If you saw her down the street, you would've thought she was a normal girl, or at least a human girl. 

Not very pretty, yet not ugly. Soft brown curls that cascaded down to her neck, dark brown eyes that were forever squinting, tan skin, and a curved nose; nothing out of the ordinary. She was an incredibly smart girl whose curiosity exceeded the population of her small and, apart from the few times she had strange impulses to do crazy things and cause havoc, completely boring town. Or so everyone thought.

People didn't flock around her, but she wasn't friendless. She was a perfectly normal, happy girl who fit in just fine. Though, if others in town found out the truth, they would cower in fear, or probably burn her at stake. But what Aithy Myer really was, was even unknown to her. It made sure of that much. Until today.

She was walking home from her school on...

Novel Writing Competition 2017

Ordinary Girl

If you saw her down the street, you would've thought she was a normal girl, or at least a human girl. 

Not very pretty, yet not ugly. Soft brown curls that cascaded down to her neck, dark brown eyes that were forever squinting, tan skin, and a curved nose; nothing out of the ordinary. She was an incredibly smart girl who's curiosity exceeded the population of her small and, apart from the few times she had strange impulses to do crazy things and cause havoc, completely boring town. Or so everyone thought.

People didn't really like talking to her, but she wasn't friendless. She was a perfectly normal, happy girl who fit in just fine. But if others in town found out they would cower in fear, or probably burn her at stake. But what Aithy Myer really was, was even unknown to her. It made sure of that much. Until today.

She was walking home from her school on...

Open Prompt

Time Flies

Time flies, so I have to run.
Cross finish line and be the first one,
Try all the things I have never done.
Time flies, so I have to run.

Time flies, so I have to run.
Wake up before the morning sun,
Do something just for fun.
Time flies, so I have to run.

Time flies, so I have to run.
Start something and get it done,
Give it away when I've just begun.
Time flies, so I have to run.

Time flies, so I have to run.
Go visit all my loved ones,
Be there for everyone.
Time flies, so I have to run.

Open Prompt

Time Flies

Time flies, so I have to run.
Cross finish line and be the first one,
Try all the things I have never done.
Time Flies, so I have to run.

Time Flies, so I have to run.
Wake up before the morning sun,
Do something just for fun.
Time Flies, so I have to run.

Time flies, so I have to run.
Start something and get it done,
try my hand at a cool bun.
Time Flies, so I have to run.
 

Beyond repair

I found an injured bird today,
That left me with nothing to say.
Both the wings broken beyond mend,
But I still offered whatever I could lend.

I found it facedown on the mud,
The sorry sight filling me with a flood.
It's head rolled back,
It all hit me with a smack.

The bird was gone,
Nothing more than a stack bones.
All the life had flown away,
So I rest it down and gave it a final pray.

Why I Write

Why I Write

I wished to be me,
but I didn't know who I was.
So I let words on pages take me,
and set me free.
Because only through words can you explore the unknown,
fly with superheroes and explore the creation.
Writing was the only way I could use my imagination 
to create worlds made of spells,
and be someone else.
I wanted to smile and escape the shadows,
and it was writing that helped me do that.
Because only in books can you fall in love
with someone you've just made up,
And create someone who was born at your fingertips.
For me Writing Is Living!

Why I Write

Why I Write

I wished to be me,
but I didn't know who I was.
So I let words on pages take me,
and set me free.
Because only through words can you explore the unknown,
Fly with superheroes and explore the creation.
Writing was the only way I  could use my imagination 
to create worlds made of spells.
And be someone else.
I wanted to smile and escape the shadows,
and it was writing that helped me do that.
Because only in books can you fall in love
with someone you've just made up.
And create someone who was born at your fingers
For me Writing Is Living!

Ask Michael

Hi Michael:)

Writing is very personal. It reflects the kind of person you are and your hopes and dreams. So how do you and other authors, find the courage to share this part of you with the rest of the world?

FOREST

She dove into the trees, walking towards darkness casted by the high branches that created a dense roof.

This is a person who hated, no absolutely loathed the forest. All those paths, small dirt paths leading nowhere; all those trees making faces behind her back; all those sounds - the leaves, the birds, and insects living around her, in that space where she hopelessly stood - joined in a racket which to her was unbearable. For that, amongst other reasons, she hated the forest. It forced her to be alone, to think.

Yet everyone else could do it, and reach the other side with nothing more than a scratch. So one day she decided to swallow her fears and cross the forest and endure it all. And you know what? She reached the other side just fine, a valley with a vast sky and mountains surrounding her. But how would she get back?

The Night

Sky dark,
night quiet.
Hundreds of lights,
shine out from behind.

The sun gives way to darkness,
leaviing us in a place we see less.
Many people spend this time in fear,
most spending it with things they hold dear.

But then come streams of glitter,
lighting the way.
The moon the biggest of all,
or so they say.

365 days a year,
all 12 months they appear.
The night shadows us all,
covering us like a shawl.

Flash Fiction Competition 2017

Everything We've Got

        "My lord, are you sure about this?" Marshall asked as the king put on his armor.

        "I have no choice." 

        "I... it’s been an honor to have served you my liege." 

         "And it has been my honor to have served you." The king put a hand on Marshall’s shoulder and went through the door, to address his people that stood below. 

          "My people, there is a chance that you will die today, but not without resistance! We will give them EVERYTHING WE'VE GOT!" He raised his sword, it shone bright as the people below cheered and raised their weapons.