CREATIVE WRITING
Time to get creative Nepean! Here you can find pieces that go outside of the bounds of professional forms of writing and let your creative side free!
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Mia Harper Fairgrieve
sometimes you can be in a crowd of people
but not know it
your eyes are closed
closed with a clasp
holding inside
everything...
Mia Harper Fairgrieve
She had been awake for hours, waiting for the rest of the household to come alive. Maybe she could convince them to take her with them. When the hour came when she heard rustling and bustling in the main rooms- preparation for their departure...
Anonymous
It was a cold Halloween night, the moon full in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the small town of Eldridge Hollow. Among the rustling leaves and flickering jack-o'-lanterns, a new ghost stirred—James, who was experiencing his first Halloween...
Mia Harper Fairgrieve
Chloe approached the next day with a steely confidence that at the time was unlike her, but would soon become like a second skin. She boarded her little raft, ancient metal dented from the stones thrown the day before. The marks on her boat only served as a fuel to her anger and determination...
Miya
Seasons change
So does time
What used to be early
Is now late...
Mia Harper Fairgrieve
The girl was born on an island called Krakiln. She swam in the ocean and collected shells that accumulated under her bed. The girl went to school on a sailboat, for she had to go all the way to the other side of Krakiln Island. The girl’s mother, a witch...
Sophie Campbell
On a dark October evening children from across the continent will take part in a lively tradition dating back to the time of the Celts. Halloween is so important to many North Americans, with some spending thousands of dollars on decorations alone. So this begs the question, why...
Mia Harper Fairgrieve
The bath water’s gone cold
As you stare silently at
Half-empty shampoo bottles
The chipped paint on the door
The old tiles...
Anonymous
In the fields where poppies sway,
The echoes of the brave forever stay.
From their home to distant shores,
Their courage lives, forever soars...
Anonymous
Seasons change and wind blows cold
Father time is growing old
Yellow grass and falling leaves
Restless are the changing seas...
Anonymous
A new sprout
So green, so fragile
Never more precious than now
As frost rolls in...
Kiandra Reddie
The sun barely seeps through my dark room, there’s nothing but me melting in my bed, not wanting to get and live. The sunlight bleeds through my blackout curtains and wakes up my eyes. Another day, another 24 hours to dread life. I just want to stay in my lonesome room and forget that the world exists and be happy doing nothing but rotting away...
Jenna Lynsey
Finally exam season is over and it feels like life is good again. The sun is shining on my skin, the birds are chirping and I feel like life is light and breezy once again. Smiles in the hallways become three times bigger, a weight the size of human history...
Kiandra Reddie
I was born on January 7 in the night.
I hear that makes me a criticizer.
I am in fact not a criticizer, I am afraid to give others my own...
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Kiandra Reddie
Oh god.
What have I done?
I killed someone in the backyard at a halloween party.
All this just because he stole my great grandmother’s ring that I wear on my finger...
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