The-Writers-World

School was pretty uneventful. There was a test coming up soon, so Yui had plans to get some studying in after collecting the next relic. It was strange, Yui couldn’t stop thinking about everything that’s happened thus far. The garden, the relic, Ryuzo… It made her lose her train of thoughts in class. The teacher called on her at least once, and she almost couldn’t answer. Speaking of Ryuzo though, he was practically the center of attention. He had soccer practice and many people were excited to go watch him. As she watched the blonde, surrounded by others, she looked down at her desk. A crestfallen expression overtook her face. Seeing Ryuzo in his element made Yui realize how vastly different the two were. She was a complete nobody, while everyone at school knew his name. How’d they ever end up crossing paths? Magic, obviously. However, once this garden saving was over, he’d go back to his friends, and Yui would go back to her lonesome. A popular guy had no business dealing with

It was meant to be a mission—a simple one at that. Spend a few months as an American detective, stop a major terrorist plot befalling Britain, pop back home in time for Eastenders. Alas, fate doesn’t work like that. It’s strange to see himself like this, sitting in a bath in the middle of the deep south of the US, his old life a mere memory behind him. The danger. The thrill. It’s still there, it’s just different, milder. It’s been years and yet, he still doesn’t know how to feel about it. Quarantine has made him think about a lot of things in that vein is seems, given neither his previous employment nor his ex-partner have left his mind much since it started. More or less, he thought about both subjects more than his mind crossed to Phillip’s state of mind for the day, which is a feat in itself. The man was an enigma, but he’d faced enigmas before. His mission had been simple, assigned to him because, as Q, Geoffrey - his mind reminded him offhandedly, had personally

It was a typical summer Sunday at Fish Haven Aquarium. Families, couples, and children crowded the halls marveling at the aquatic creatures of all shapes and sizes on display. Everyone was enjoying their time admiring all the beautiful sea life…That is, except for Big Bertha, the giant Pacific octopus, who resided in one of the bigger tanks sitting several feet above the aquarium floor. She preferred to spend most of her time asleep in her tank, keeping to herself and never bothering anyone. The only time she was ever active was lunchtime, when the workers came and fed her a bucket full of shrimp, crabs, scallops, clams, and lobsters. The patrons always enjoyed watching Bertha greedily gobble her meal up before going back to sleep. To them, it was a moment of entertainment. Bertha knew she could keep the humans happy if they made her stomach happy. However, on this particular day, Bertha was not very happy at all. Every time patrons passed by her tank, some annoying kids would show up

Christy never thought of herself as a normal girl, even though she had normal interests, a normal appearance, and lived with a normal family. What was completely different about her was that she could see colors whenever she read or heard sounds. For example, when she heard a bell, she saw silver, and when a dog barked, she saw red. This was because Christy had synesthesia, which meant her senses were completely mixed up. Christy believed that her synesthesia was something that made her completely different than anyone else she knew. While normal people saw colors, heard sounds, or tasted flavors, synesthetes like Christy experienced something so much more. Christy’s world was filled with a brightness that came from all directions. But it didn’t stop at seeing colors whenever she heard sounds. She also heard sounds when she saw certain shapes, saw light coming from people who walked by, felt music like it was a beating heart, and saw temperatures. It had always been like this. She

Though the past years have gone by so fast... I always knew it was too good to last... Our lives will change... As old friends move out of range... We all waited for this day... When we can all go our own way... Friends will leave and part... Knowing we'll always be in each other's hearts... I wish we could all just stay together... Teachers and classmates, together forever... Then we'll never have to say our goodbyes... Or leave with tears in our eyes... We've all come a long way... Praying for the day... When we finally realize... This is our last chance to say "Thank you" and "Goodbye"... This Poem was written by me in 8th Grade (2009/2010) before going into High School. My English Teacher submitted a few Poems per student who gave permission. It was Published by the Publisher to a Poetry Book later that Year. Unfortunately, I do not have a copy to my knowledge, and I do not have any information about the book.

One day in the magical land of Ilonata, a herd of unicorns went out to search for a lost foal. It had wandered into the deepest parts of the forest the night before to play a game of hide and seek with the other little unicorn foals but forgot to return home once it got dark. Usually, unicorns were quite skilled at blending into their backgrounds, so they could disappear behind trees and rocks with surprising ease. Their glittering coats and shining manes didn't give them away when they crept into the shadows. But the seeking unicorn didn't notice the hiding foal's shining mane, and no one came to look for it when it disappeared, which was probably why it got lost. The unicorns went into the forest and searched. They searched by the river, among the ferns, and behind the rocks and trees. But no matter where they looked, there was no sign of the missing foal. But suddenly, they discovered a trail of little muddy hoofprints that looked like they must have been left behind by the foal.