Paper Towns Ruby The map is fading, edges torn, From places we once called our own. Names that whispered in the breeze, Now ghostly echoes,
Pocket Lint Sophie Nock The relics of life accumulate like pocket lint: piled letters on a hall table, coins in foreign currencies, tangled keys for
A Determined Dreamer Liliwen Joy Crafts-Rahn Charles Darwin was born in 1809, at The Mount in Shrewsbury Town; an independent and curious boy, who preferred
Reflections in Our Time Simran Kaur What reflects so well in time? What power and conflict ever repeats? Ever comes, ever ebbs, where war did
The Image She Took Ishani Patel Summer awakened her camera, It moved in a constant spiral, And then it found a face. A face so
Bunny, Bunny You Are Cute Rosalie W Bunny, bunny how cute are you? Soft caramel eyes, Floppy silky ears. Bunny, bunny how cute are you?
No Man’s Land Ada Whitfield My fallen friend lay lifeless at my feet, glassy eyes no longer seeing. No, he couldn’t be dead, he just
Small Things Ahon Ganguly Sometimes, we see amazing things. A sunset view from the breezy shore. Moonlight reflecting off a shimmering lake. These are all
I am Great Britain Amelie Edmondson I am Great Britain. my empire was ‘great’. I am great. Not for the reasons I believe. I am
Burning Gardens and Broken Waterfalls David Obasan Part 1 there are stories of a man with eyes of crimson fire a flickering desire fuelled by
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