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Emma W

I’m 16 and I love listening to/making music and

baking. Over the past years I have gained a huge

interest in English literature and the construction

of different styles of writing. I have been

especially keen on experimenting with poetry since

I think the way that words are used to convey

feeling can come across beautifully in poetry.

Esther J My name is Esther, I’m 12, I enjoy reading, playing the piano and acting. I joined creative writing club because I liked the idea that you can write whatever you like and experiment with types of writing.

EDITORS

Rebecca

I'm Rebecca, and I come from Australia. My

favorite subjects are Drama and movie making, Art,

singing and saxophone playing, reading, and

creative writing. I joined the Creative Writing Club,

because I love getting lost in books and thinking up

new stories and poems, and the creative writing club's is the perfect

place for doing that!

Hello, my name is Kaia and I am 14 years old and I am Canadian. I have two younger brothers and my favourite pastimes include pretty much anything out doors, music, and writing. I enjoy free hand, creative writing the best and I find that it's sort of like a window to escape this world and be reborn as someone else in another life and another world with different connections and different abilities. I like to write books on my free time and just let myself be taken into the story by my characters. I could be in the shoes of a deadly assassin or a heroic being or even just something like a tree. Personally, I think writing is a beautifully expressive way to be yourself and not have worry about anybody being mean to you because of it.

My name is Mrs Bradley and I really

enjoy the peace and quiet of the

Creative Writing Club. We have so many

different people from all year groups,

which makes the club interesting and

diverse. I love to write poetry more than

prose; the concentration of language and

consideration of rhythm that poetry

requires makes it fascinating.

Puck is back

Perched on a cloud high in the sky; He looks down on earth, a mysterious glint in his eye. A pile of riddles, letters, and potions, A world to play with, awash with emotions Where love is discovered, hatred is found. A play to put on as the world spins around. A beautiful scene; full of spring and surprises, In his mind a world of possibility arises. Grabbing his weapons he starts his attack He jumps from the cloud; look out puck is back!

- Amelia M

From Puck to Bottom

Puck

Pick

Pics

Pitts

Pott

Putt

Butt

Anon

Puck's problem, To be read aloud. Puck had a problem. It was a dilemma. The worst sort of problem a fairy could have. It was the sort if problem that didn't fix itself. It was one of those problems that wouldn't go away. It was a problem that interfered with everything. Everyone knew Puck had a problem. Only a few fairies knew what that problem was. Others had gotten the wrong end of the stick and we're barking up the wrong tree. The problem was… Well, Puck didn't want to tell anyone. But he told me. And I'm going to tell you, Only you must promise not to tell anyone. The problem was… Puck was in love. And not just with any fairy. With a human. And that's not good ! The king knew . The queen knew. The royal keeper of the toads knew. But the royal chimney sweep, well, he was a bit confused.

He started the rumour. A most dreadful gossipy rumour. That Puck loved the queen, which was treason! To be honest, Puck didn't really like the queen. but the rumour got out. And queen Titania had just one option… To tell everyone Puck's problem. Fairies were scandalised. Puck was ashamed, to say the least. But Oberon understood, Sort of, And turned Puck's girlfriend in to a frog. Amelia M

"And then the whole thing just exploded!" Joanna exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. I managed a polite yet stiff nod, but honestly, I

really didn't care.

"I have to go," I blurted out, standing up and pushing my chair back before running out of the library. The cold winter air hit me, and I

wished it was summer again. The bitter winds whipped my hair around, and I pulled my coat tighter around myself. So far, this winter had

been the coldest in a hundred years, which meant snow storms every ten minutes. I walked along the ice covered boulevard with long strides

and tugged my hat over my ears. I closed my eyes for a split second, and I imagined myself running through dandelion fields with butterflies

fluttering in the nearby meadows and warm sunshine shining brightly on me. I opened my eyes again, when I heard the siren. I panicked; the

siren meant there was probably a snow storm approaching.

Instantly, I began running to my house under the lightly falling snow as my heart raced and cars drove faster down the streets. I was two

blocks away from my house when a gust of wind blew me over, making me fall to the harsh cold ground. I winced in pain as I looked at my

bleeding palms. Carefully, I stood up and continued running, but slightly slower. I reached my house and knocked frantically on the door, which

soon opened and I tumbled inside.

"What are you doing?" my mum yelled, racing into the hallway and squeezing me tight. "Going outside in the middle of January when a snow

storm could hit at any minute!" I silently burrowed my face into my mum's shoulder, and breathed in the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread.

"Where did you get wheat?" I suddenly asked, pulling back from my mum's embrace.

"Your father sent it," my mum replied shortly, "he said he won't be back for a while." I nodded grimly, and pulled off my hat, scarf and

mittens. I stood in the doorway for a moment, swaying to the hum coming from the laundry room. The house was dimly lit, at times making it

hard to see where the stairs were. I threw off my coat and shoved it into the cupboard by the front door, before walking into the living room

where the fireplace sent orange and red glows flickering on the walls.

"Hey," I said, flopping onto the sofa next to my brother, "where's Lucy?"

"In her room," my brother, John, replied, "she's been up there since she got home from school."

"Alright, well, I'm going to help mum in the kitchen," I said, standing up and leaving the living room. I walked into the kitchen, which was lit

brightly compared to everywhere else in the house, and inhaled the smell of potatoes and the warmth from the oven filled my body from top to

toe.

"Darling, can you check on Lucy?" my mum asked, keeping her eyes firmly on the pot to which she was adding potatoes. I nodded and walked

up the stairs. I pushed open Lucy's bedroom door and saw her window wide open.

"Lucy!" I yelled.

"What?" Lucy asked me innocently. She was sitting on her window ledge, feet dangling dangerously over the edge as cold wind fought its way

into her room and conquered every corner with its freezing breath.

"Come here, you silly goose," I scolded, picking up my little sister and slamming the window shut. Rule number one which I told Lucy ages

ago: never leave your window open for longer than five minutes. Clearly, Lucy hadn't listened.

- Flora C

A Light like many arms, too many to ignore. Your simple light, hidden from view, like a small shadow too sunk to find the glow that hides beneath the dark bars.

They know you’re there

and yet you sink; they let you. Eyes as wide as palms that stretch and wait for bread too scarce. Excess hidden in the startling bright light of the West; A Light they own. Might like flames too strong now to tame claims so much: The Dark is theirs; The Light is theirs. The blame is theirs.

Scary feline monsters? (Not cats) Eyes glowing in the night Smiling just before they strike Curled claws like a serpentine snake Slicing those they don't appreciate. What evil is concealed inside This evil malicious disguise Calculating; so cold and vicious No thoughts except those pernicious. What artisan would shape this beast So empty of thought for those who keep A mouse nestled inside their homes? For this creature shall wreck your humble abode Felix

The Hummingbird by Rebecca Galvin Feathers like jewels, glistening and polished, Wings like whispers, a gentle, soft hum. Petite, perfect body, a faultless design. It's unique appearance, the un-mistakable Hummingbird. Eyes are small shining pools, reflecting the night's sky. A small, curving beak, made for drinking sweet nectar, An angelic glow, of wonder and awe, It's work of art complexion, that nothing can outshine. Flawlessly flying, at lightning fast speed, A swift flash of colours, gliding through the trees. What a perfect, unique creature, humble and innocent, Mother Nature's gift to the world: this is the Hummingbird.

Toadstools

It wasn't a big ring of toadstools, in fact it was rather quite small. They weren't even the nicest

toadstools, they were the small grey brown ones which no one particularly liked not like the huge

spotted red ones which all the big clans squabbled over. But it was a ring and that was all the

Sprink-dust clan cared about. The Sprink-Dust clan was not the biggest clan ever nor the most

glamorous, those were the enchantment and love clans, but the fairies needed the dust to survive

and only a few had the sharp noses to sniff it out.

Ankton looked around this new ring and sighed as always he was going to get that small leaky

toadstool to make into his home, at least when they'd lived in the other ring he'd made a start on

repairing his roof,that was until the lawn mower had destroyed it. The fairies set about transforming

their homes and ,yes like always Ankton got stuck with the small rotten one. It was unfortunate that

like most other members of his clan he'd failed the higher level enchantments test, a sensitive nose

came with a price, and was now stuck doing basic level enchantments that took ages to work. He

wished he'd had been lucky enough to pass like Felicity who had already started painting her door.

The next morning Ankton got to work flying out of the ring of toadstools, a ring of toadstools was

important to fairies as it was the only place they could make potions, complete rituals and charge

their powers. Suddenly he got a whiff of blue Sprink-dust, the most important dust of them all, if he

found it he would get a good price enough to buy the latest fairy blue collecting bag, his other one

was starting to leak. Soon enough he came across the blue Sprink-dust and started to scoop it into

his bag. Suddenly he became aware of a shadow falling over him and as he looked up a old

wizened fairy started to materialise in front of him. Ankton sighed he wished he could do that and

cast a decent shadowing spell, the wizened fairy nodded his aged head and then gave Ankton an

impish grin. " Hello my good fairy, how are the toadstools," said the old fairy in the traditional fairy

greeting. He spoke. Those were Ankton's first thoughts, this fairy looked to old to do anything but

nod. The old fairy laughed; " I haven't been blessed with as many passings of the toadstool as you

might think."

" I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude,errr... May the toadstools be with you." Replied Ankton, hastily.

" No offence taken,"

" Ankton plunderhead, Sprink-dust clan and who may I ask have the toadstools blessed me with

meeting ?"

" Why I am Puck loyal servant to king Oberon, May the toadstools bless his reign."

" Great toadstools," cried Ankton, for Puck although coming from the humble toad welfare clan had

first been promoted to royal toad keeper and was now Oberon's personal servant and advisor.

" Now you've got over your shock," Puck continued. " I will surprise you even further, from now on

you shall be royal Sprink-dust collector."

"Holy toads on toadstools !" Exclaimed Ankton. This was the highest privilege anyone in the

Sprink-dust clan could ever be awarded, and here was the great Puck telling him that he'd been

chosen, him the smallest and newest collector.

" You shall now accompany me to the palace; it is obvious that you have the keenest nose being

able to sniff out this blue dust among the other dust which I scattered about."

So Ankton still half in a daze followed puck to the fairy palace........... To be continued

By Amelia Mance

Watch Your Step!

"Paige, this is a very very bad idea," warned Karina, placing her book of spells down onto the hard oak table and glancing anxiously at the other Gryffindor students milling about in the common room. It had been a long day at Hogwarts, and summer just wasn't approaching fast enough. "Come on!" complained Paige, "there's no harm in it, none at all!" "Of course there is! You want to sneak into Snape's potion class, and try and make some complicated N.E.W.T. level potions, and not get into trouble," pointed out Karina gruffly. "Well yeah," said Paige. "Forget it, I'm not doing it," insisted Karina, "I have to go study for O.W.L.s now." Karina picked up her spell book, gave Paige an almost pitying glance, and flounced off up the stairs to the girls dormitories. Paige sat glumly in her chair, soaking in the last dregs of warmth from the fireplace. It was April, and there had been bitter wind and sudden downpours. With sudden determination, Paige picked herself up and swung open the portrait door, ignoring the fat lady's calling, and marched down the stairs. After levels and levels of staircases, Paige finally reached the dungeons. She remembered clearly where Snape's class was, and stood outside until Snape himself had left the room. Paige snuck in and set her bag down by the door and looked at the rows of potions. "Where to start," mused Paige, with a mischievous glint in her eye. Paige took out a book of potions from the dusty shelf, sat herself down on one of the desks and flipped lazily through the book. All these potions were too boring, too childish. None of them really caught Paige's eye, until she came across a red-pink coloured page with bold black writing. Suddenly interested, Paige sat up a little straighter and read through it. It was a love potion. Paige stood up, threw herself at the storage cupboard, grabbed all the required ingredients and dumped them down upon the desk she had been sitting on. After setting up all the equipment, Paige instantly got started. At step five she was supposed to wait for ten minutes until she could stir the potion again, and only let the potion sit on the flames. "Ten minutes!" raged Paige in protest, she couldn't wait that long. If anybody came, it would be bye bye Hogwarts for a while, if not forever. Paige decided that she would just skip that step, and moved onto the next step, which was to add dragon scales. Once she had finished, Paige flopped down onto a chair with a huge sigh of relief. She had made a N.E.W.T. level potion inside Snape's office and so far not been caught. The next day, Paige acted as though all was normal, but carried around the love potion all over Hogwarts, or in other words everywhere she went. Karina barely spoke to anyone, she merely kept her head low and whenever she caught Paige's wandering eyes she'd shake her head as though she knew what Paige had done. The week went by in a blur, with nothing interesting happening and nothing that Paige wanted to use her love potion on. But one morning, in the Great Hall at breakfast, Paige was sitting at her table when Leo and Hera walked over to her and took seats to her left. Then Hella and Damian took the seats to her right. "Hey, Paige," greeted Leo, even though he had his eyes firmly on Hera. "Um, hi," mumbled Paige, "how are you two?" "Good, good," whispered Hera, glancing briefly at Paige. Damian glared at Leo and Hera's entwined hands, ignoring Hella's desperate attempts to get his attention. "Well," began Paige, "I have to go. See you all later!" "Watch your step," advised Damian wisely, but Paige paid him no attention. As Paige got up to leave, with a cheery grin and wave, she tripped on the edge of the bench, and the insides of her bag went flying. Out flew the love potion, which landed exactly where Paige had been sitting, and surrounded Leo, Damian, Hera and Hella in a pink foggy mist. "Oh, Hella, you have such beautiful eyes!" cried Leo, pushing Hera away and turning to Hella. "And the face of an angel," quipped Damian. Hera looked in outrage at the two boys. "Oops," muttered Paige, before grabbing her bag and making a run for it. Flora C

Midsummer Ice Cream Sapphire was flipping through her science textbook lazily, sighing as she turned the pages. She had homework, over the summer holidays, and it was extremely warm. Sapphire stood up, knocking over her books and reached for her phone. She searched for Emerald's number, and quickly found it. She began a message right away. Hey Em! Wanna go get ice creams? ;) -Sapphire Sapphire tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for a reply. Perhaps Emerald was busy. Yeah right. Both girls had stayed home for the summer holidays, determined to do everything together. Sapphire laughed to herself when her phone beeped. Sure thing! ;) Meet ya at Gelato's? - Emerald Yep! Bring money, I'm not paying for both of us! - Sapphire Sapphire grinned and snatched her satchel from the back of her chair, threw in her wallet, keys and phone and twirled happily on the spot. Gelato's was the best ice cream shop within a five mile radius. Sapphire slung her satchel over her shoulder, bounded down the stairs, rushing out of the door and making her way down the street. She soon arrived in front of Gelato's and saw Emerald standing there on her phone, laughing softly at something. "Hey, Em!" Sapphire called, waving as Emerald looked up. "Hey, Sapph, you ready?" Emerald said back, as Sapphire came closer. "You bet ya," Sapphire replied. Inside, the girls were hit with the cold breeze. Not cold, but cool. They stepped forward to the counter and marveled as they always did at the many flavours. Chocolate Carousel, Vanilla Vortex, Strawberry Sensation, Wonderful Watermelon, Lemon Longing, Biscuit Buzz, Bubblegum Bum and so many more. "Hello, girls," the woman behind the counter said warmly, "how can I help you?"

"I'll have a cone, with two scoops please, one lemon, and one vanilla," Emerald responded. The lady smiled, grabbed a cone and placed two eye-watering tasty scoops on it.

"And I'll have a cone, with chocolate and Oreo, please," Sapphire said. The lady grabbed another cone and put the scoops expertly on it.

"Thanks," Emerald and Sapphire both said at the same time, walking outside and enjoying their flavoursome ice creams, filled with bursts that sparked on their tongues.

Sapphire was laughing and talking with Emerald, as they sat on a bench, when Sapphire's ice

cream fell, as if in slow motion, onto the ground. "No! My precious!" Sapphire said, in a mock Golem voice.

"Don't worry," Emerald said softly, "I know what will make it better."

"What?" Sapphire asked miserably.

"Another ice cream!" Emerald exclaimed. The two girls laughed, and went back inside the ice cream shop.

"This time, if it drops, I think I will have a mental breakdown," Sapphire joked. By Amelia Mance

The seasons

Previously...

"This is big, but, I want you to-"

"You want us to do what?" Autumn shouted, leaning on Summer's shoulder for balance as the wave of shock hit her hard.

"I wish for you to take powers over different times of the year," the Creator explained gently, "the cold season shall be named Winter, and

therefore Winter, you shall have ice powers." Winter swayed as this new thought conquered her mind.

"Spring, I will name the season where the sun starts to shine, and animals are born. You shall have growing powers," the Creator said. "The

warm time, filled with laughter and sunshine, with blooming flowers will be named Summer, after you, and you shall have sun powers."

Summer and Spring turned to each other, and smiled as they clasped hands.

"Lastly, the season where leaves fall, and it is not too warm nor too cold, shall be named Autumn, and Autumn my dear, you will have wind

powers."

The four girls were sitting by a flowing stream, the new information they had been given fresh in their minds as the daisies that sprung from

the ground. Winter sat on her own, right by the stream, and let her feet soak in the warm water. Her brow was creased as she thought over

what the Creator had said.

"Winter? What's wrong?" Spring asked gently, sitting down in the grass next to Winter, and dangling her legs in the water.

"Nothing," Winter sighed, "I was just reflecting." Winter turned her head away from Spring's vision, and took her feet out of the water, tucking

a strand of her long black hair behind her ear.

"You reflect too much," Spring whispered, reaching out a hand towards Winter. Winter hesitantly stretched out her own arm, and held

Spring's hand tightly.

"Thank you."

"Autumn! Oh, Autumn! You must see this, you must!" Summer cried, racing gleefully around the green fields, her golden dress billowing out

around her as she sprang and leapt from one spot to the next.

"What is it, sister?" Autumn asked, running over to Summer and taking her hands in hers as Summer spun her round.

"Come, let me show you something," Summer insisted, her blue eyes shining brightly in the light. Autumn sighed, but followed her sister to a

patch of daffodils where the sun was less bright. Summer raised her hands, twirled them in the air, and the sun shone brighter and brighter.

"Summer!" Autumn gasped, stumbling backwards, away from her sister.

"Do not worry, Autumn, it's fine," Summer insisted, as she confidently held her hands still, then dropped her arms to her sides. She turned to

look at Autumn, a wide grin on her face, but found that Autumn was not standing where she had been a moment ago, but running into the

meadow.

Summer had always been the talented one; it was simply the way it had been. Autumn had discovered her powers shortly after, then Spring

and lastly Winter. The girls rejoiced in their newfound powers, sharing their joy and living in harmony with the world. But soon, darker days

came, and the girls became resentful of each other, despised one another. Winter had felt forgotten, left out as her sisters talked, so she had

unleashed her ice powers on the earth. Spring had become angry, and so had Summer and Autumn. The Creator had watched them, unable to

help them, as he couldn't help them escape themselves. Summer had been kind, she then became mean; Autumn had been honest, she then

lied; Spring had been generous, then she became selfish; and Winter had been loving, but she soon became hateful.

A long time after they changed, they had decided to meet up, and talk about what had been happening.

"I believe that you have been lying!" Summer declared, narrowing her eyes at Autumn, who gave back a truly icy glare.

"And you've been awfully mean!" Autumn lashed back, flicking her ginger hair over her shoulder in a defensive manner.

"And you, Spring, have been very selfish!" Winter cried.

"Well, you have been spiteful and cruel!" Spring shouted, her sweet voice filled with distaste. The four girls argued and argued, until they were

interrupted by the Creator.

"I gave you gifts, all of you!" The Creator boomed, "I gave you power unlike any other, so you could be one with the world, and live without

discord! But now, you have abused your powers."

"Please, Creator, you must see it was not my fault!" Spring insisted.

"As if! It clearly wasn't me," Winter shouted. The Creator held up his hand, and the girls all fell silent. The Creator made a flick of his staff, and

a chair appeared, which he lowered himself into.

"Let me tell you a story," the Creator began with a heavy sigh, "long ago, before this world existed, there was another world, exactly like this

one. Mankind evolved into a state of civilisation. There were bad things in this world, for instance how humans were treating nature, and

abusing the fact that they had power in the world. Many famous people created war, because of this power they craved yet already had.

Ultimately, war was not the downfall of that world. It was mankind in general that ended life as it was known. And now, here you four are in

front of me, in a very similar position as those before you. There is only one thing I can do."

"Please, almighty Creator, we can learn, we have learned," Summer pleaded, her eyes wide with fear. Winter and Spring shared alarmed looks

as it dawned on them that what the creator was about to do could not be good.

"Yes, she's right, give us another chance," Autumn insisted, standing at Summer's side.

"I'm going to, that's why I have to do this," the Creator said. With a flick of his staff, the girls disappeared. In Summer's place hovered a fireball,

in Autumn's place a whirlwind, in Spring's place green leaves and grass, and in Winter's place a snowball.

"You have become the seasons!" the Creator shouted over the noise that had been made. "It is so that you can learn! Please, understand that

this is for the best. Once you girls see how you can change, and once more live in harmony with the world, you will return to humans!" - Flora C

Unperturbed travel Of a flower Through times of autumn and Biting cold But fragile petals shrivel and Leaves brown Leaving no clues Of their previous presence But the lingering scent Of Spring In the nostrils of naive ones who Play until the fall of the sunlit sky into The hollow night.

- Emma W

The Futile Dreams of a Little Girl

As a little girl I dreamed of fairies

Pretty ones with long lush hair

And fragile shimmering Wings

They did good deeds And helped humans

In their petty disputes And endless tendencies

To get themselves Into troublesome situations

But these dreams were

Shattered. By an all-knowing authority

Who claimed He

Didn’t want to lie

To His child.

- Emma W

Spring

Rebecca Galvin

Although there's beauty in Winter, there's a bitterness, too.

She has a heart cold as ice, and is stubborn, mind you.

She forces some animals to hibernation,

Whilst simply leaving others to experience starvation,

Yet it happens every year, it's the same old routine,

She'll start to feel guilty, and sorry for being mean.

So she leaves us a gift, that she hopes we'll appreciate,

It holds new beginnings, and helps to alleviate,

Though, you never know exactly what this gift brings,

For it’s a wonderful, happy new season called Spring.

The flowers come up, and the snow stops falling,

The temperature climbs, and the playground starts calling.

Instead of wearing scarfs and long coats, as a treat,

The children run outside in shorts and bare feet.

Friends and family meet up and decide to rejoice,

For a new time has come, and they don't have a choice.

Spring's finally here, so why not celebrate too?

Have some fun, before winter decides to flow through.

Water Rebecca Galvin

Wingless, it glides; creating big, beautiful waves Strong, but elegant, it crashes down again Plants, animals, and the sky is where it reigns. It pours life into the world, but also screams death, And cries out 'danger' the deeper you step Once you go under, you can't take another breath. It's the oldest ruler, and the strongest King Settled for centuries, ready to take on anything To be admired from a distance, forever tempting.

Tiny wings fluttered and the aspen leaves whispered. The sun

shone overhead and the clouds idly passed by and the tiny wings of

our unknown protagonist, seemed to dance in the light midsummer

breeze. The minuscule melodies of the tiny creatures of the forest

sang in the sweet chilled air of midsummer as the tiny wings

carried the host to a rustic window sill on the borderline of the great

and magical forest and the little town.

A little girl saw the host and smiled. She held her finger out and the

little white butterfly fluttered atop her soft little hand. The little girl

smiled and held a natural and lively energy within her piercing

green eyes. She giggled as the little white butterfly spread its wings

and sinned itself upon the little girl's hand.

"I'll call you Lily," beamed the sweet child. She bent down to grace

the butterfly a little kiss but before she could touch its ivory wings

with her lips, the little butterfly flew away, fluttering away in the

soft breeze; the little girl smiled and watched the little white

butterfly until it puttered so deep into the emerald forest that she

couldn't see it anymore. But it could see her.

The little white butterfly flew up, soaring into the clouds. And

when it believed it was hidden, a strange event occurred: the little

white butterfly with its tiny wings and frail, delicate body, suddenly

was not that anymore.

Now it resembled a child...

The Countryside By Esther J

I don't know about you, But I love the countryside. You might prefer the city,

But I come from the country with pride.

I enjoy strolling through woodlands, Light glancing through the canopy,

Birds creating a chorus, Unseen, up in a tree.

My favourite parts are the mountains,

Tall, and majestic they stand, Challenging you to climb them,

Neither your enemy nor your friend.

Shops, skyscrapers, and car horns, Have no real meaning to me;

But walking in the countryside, Makes me as happy as can be.

Perfect, Special and Amazing Every Way Wails echoed throughout the hospital room as a beautiful baby girl was born. Her parents smiled down at her tiny, innocent body. She was perfect, special and amazing in every way. *** "Mommy! Daddy! Look at my pwetty dwess I have on! I'm a faiwy!" Little Amelia exclaimed happily as she twirled around in her mother's dress that was much too big for her. Her mom and dad smiled down at their precious little girl. "Oh honey!" Amelia's mum exclaimed. "You look so pretty!" "Thank you mama!" Amelia blushed. She was special and amazing in every way. *** "Amelia!" Her dad exclaimed, smiling at her daughter who slid into the backseat of the car. "How was your first day in middle school?" "It was alright, dad!" Amelia replied, "I made a new friend!" "That's great honey!" She was special in every way. *** Amelia hugged her teddy bear as she sobbed a heart-filled cry. She had just gotten home from a hellish day at high school. Already arriving to school in a unpleasant mood because of the fact that she had to wake up earlier than usual to catch the train to school didn't help her. Her mood diminished from poor to worse as the day continued and people started to pick on her. "You're stupid!" "You're a poor excuse of a person!" "You are so ugly!" Amelia closed her eyes. She felt as though her body was going to break into tiny pieces. Maybe they were right. She wasn't special in any way. *** Amelia quickly walked away from the library, trying to get the memory out of her mind. Her boss had just fired her. She would like to say that it was no big deal and that she walked out calmly, but,well, she didn't. Her boss had come storming out of her office yelling about how completely unacceptable it was for Amelia to be a three hours late for work. Amelia did understand her point but she actually had an excuse. Would her boss listen? No. She was too busy fuming at Amelia's existence to care whatever Amelia had to say. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should have been better! She wasn't special or amazing in any way. *** Amelia stared down at the results in shock. No no no no no. This could not be happening! Amelia had stage four cancer. And she wasn't going to survive. Amelia was not special and amazing in any way. *** Amelia relaxed her body as she listened to the beep of heart monitored. Wasn't it funny that she was the most relaxed she has ever been for years when she was dying in a hospital? The irony. *** Looking back on her life, Amelia realised that she was magnificent. Sure she had a couple bumps in the road, a few mistakes but that was life. She was supposed to make mistakes. To have a good and happy life she didn't have to be stick thin. She didn't have to be perfect. To be happy, she just had to be herself. Well it's better to realise this late than never! With these soothing thoughts in her mind, Amelia took her last few breaths in the land of the living, closed her eyes and welcomed darkness.

About her slender curves leafy roots twine,

Her very essence blindingly divine,

Tinted the palest, purest green,

A distant song flows of which none can glean,

What strange serenity and wisdom it entails

- Tabea R

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Thursday Lunchtime, Room 275

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Any BSN Student

and the CreativeWriting Club

Room 275 Thursday lunchtime

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