Hey, I'm Hannah. Welcome to my world.
Toss me over and cast a line, Rungs of spindly rushes to climb. Glow in the dark stickers peel free, Fireflies in the velvet caterpillar tree.
Snuggling deeper into my chair, I squeak slightly as I stretch my claws towards the "post" button. "This will be my first composition," I squeal excitedly.
Silence; I watch you from across the gallons of sea water between us. You float across the pier, The promenade seeming to separate us further as it curves and stretches.
I lean over the desk, intently staring past my work. I carefully pick out the colours for the dull landscape in front of me, my gaze restless and exhausted. As my hand hovers over the brush, I sigh.
Picking up the tired instrument, I grin. The delicate frame stretches above my head, yawning. Its frail limbs creak and crack, mirroring my stance mechanically. I see myself.
At the age of seven, a young, raven-haired boy with spectacles ambled into my life. His grinning best friends took my hands and led me into their world, a one way ticket from Platform 9 3/4.
@LeWillGOML Copper hair plastered to your head as you blink through the rain, The flecks of verdant green in your eyes flicker as you smile. Assessment- Record an interview in French.
Always thinking of you, Yet I don't know what to think. Always wanting to see him by chance, But looking away when he glances back.
Encased in the hardened wood, The gentle, warm arms cradle my soul. The tree's tenacious branches hold me back, As darkness threatens to swallow me whole.
Are you still standing. I told you to go. Begging on the floorboards, But I have nothing left to show. I know that you're alone now, I left you here for days.
A response to @bluegerbil. Sunlight shines into, The jungle I lie in. Crumpled paper strewn everywhere, Except for in the bin. The bed rocks and wheezes, Under the weight of all the mess.
Flashing of scarlet, As the buses glide by. People milling in colourful clothes, And on the lustrous grass they lie. Red, blue and white, The object of our rants.
Solid blocks of gold and scarlet, Fourteen players push off the ground. A roaring crowd of fans, The Quidditch pitch wide and round. Two young boys of Gryffindor, One red-headed and tall.
Golf and alcohol don't mix, and that's why I don't drink and drive..
Slumped in her seat, Lauren scowled at the teacher from the front of the class. Ms Morgan whistled out of tune cheerily; until Lauren thought she was going insane.
Slumped in her seat, Lauren scowled at the teacher from the front of the class. Ms Morgan whistled out of tune cheerily; until Lauren thought she was going insane.
The Cat-Bus slithers through, The stardust fields and hills. For the journey is now ending, And out the passengers spill. The grey, furry creatures, Long whiskers and white claws.
A deer, soft and shifting. Across the silent bed, Flowers fluttering, Sky shining, filled with alligators. But the doe canters on, Into the midnight pink horizon.
The wind whistled and howled, One cold November Night. A figure was bent behind the window, Of a house only just in sight.
I'm rank 69. Yup, thanks Opuss. xD.
As many times as I blink, I'll think of you; Tonight..
Their eyes met across the room. As if it couldn't get any more cliche, the boy bowed and waved to the flushed, raven-haired girl.
Crisp, cold chocolate. Snow white, Cold as ice. Freezing your teeth as you take the first bite, Creamy vanilla explosions bursting and coating your tongue.
Heart splitting in two, Stealing away memories of you. Toss over the pain, Give me the blame. It was my fault you went, Leaving my heart out to rent.
I GIVE UP. This counts as revision, right. There once was a little white horse, Snowy and plain white; of course. All night he would play, Chewing bundles of hay, No sign of regret or remorse.
This is simply to stop myself having written 69 Opusses..
English writing exam tomorrow. And you wonder why I spend so much time here. Mum: Hannah, do some revision. Me: But mum, I AM revising. Mum: Playing Fruit Ninja doesn't count as revision, Hannah.
Only two more exams ;) I'll be straight back to work at the end of this week, hopefully..
Don't you just hate it when people use too many question and exclamation marks??. I do!!!!.
Why was 6 afraid of 7. Because 7 caught 6 and 9 in the act..
"The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.".
It was a light; simple. A blinding, pulsating ball of light shone straight into my eyes, reflecting a bloody, scarlet beam at the dark cave wall.
Dark eyes flash fiercely, Fighting for his district now. Love lost to the night..
Grey eyes from the Seam, The Mockingjay in silence. The baby looks up..
My six year old, beautiful Abyssinian cat Arthur has gone missing. We haven't seen him since last Friday, but I pray that wherever he is, he will come back to us soon.
Me: Hey, how did the maths exam go. Friend: Yo it was sick yeah, bare easy yoo get me. Me: ...Yeah, well; good luck in your English exam!.
I'm sorry that the chapters in my new series "Lights" are so short. After my end of year exams next week, I'll try really hard to give everyone a good chapter. Bye ~Hannah.
I blinked; where did the light come from. I tipped my head towards the cave mouth and was greeted with warm splashes of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the rocks.
Dancing and flickering, Climbing the dusty ground. Shadows stretch out beneath us, Their world is all around..
I climbed up into the attic, On a chilled and blustery night. But when I finally glimpsed it, My mind couldn't handle the sight.
1) A pig's orgasm can last for up to half an hour. 2) It is illegal to look at a moose from a flying vehicle in Alaska. 3) Lightning hits the earth every four seconds.
"What the-?" I stared at the ceiling, blinking into the harsh light blinding one side of my face, forcing me back onto the cold, dusty ground. Everywhere on my body ached.
You just lost the game. ;).
The Dark, The Light. I have written these words with capital letters because they are names. Names, titles, the same for some.
The shiny yellow insect, Go-faster stripes of black. Tiny wings whir quietly, It crawls and climbs her back. The darting of ebony eyes, The dark helmet encases its head.
Walk past, you never hear me. Walk past, you do not see me. Your eyes glance through me, Your eyes, ebony and violet. The ghost, the draft of a story. The ghost, a see though figure.
1) It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament. 2) Feeding canaries red peppers turns them orange. 3) The biggest thing a blue whale can swallow is a grapefruit.
I love it when a loud "Meeow" interrupts a song I'm listening to..
"Flying- Learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.".
I love how my rank changes overnight. Thank-you so much..
Day 10: *wails* L-lyrics from your f-favourite song.
Day Nine: (Almost the end, guys!) A list of countries you've visited. -France -Wales -.... That's it..
"Did you just fall over?" "No, I attacked the floor." "Backwards?" "I'm freaking talented!".
Oh the joys that come with a waste paper basket and a ball of paper..
Day 8: A diary entry in a pet's perspective. 11th May, 2012. Smudge Bryan, England, The Shed. 7:00am- Ugh, humans again, I can hear them all the way from our haven.
Things to read: -The Hunger Games, just for the fact that it will take your life away from you, and give it back to you in a whole different way.
Questions for you (yeah, you) about possible new story ideas: 1) What genre. (Adventure, Romance, Fantasy or all three?) 2) Where is it set. 3) Is the main character an angel.
Day Seven: A script for a one minute radio show. Tom: Hey, it's five o clock, and you know what that- WHAT THE H--aaarg-.
Should I do a proper story on Opuss. It will be kinda cliche, as most of the ideas will come from the back of my head, and are mainly things I don't use on other pieces of writing.
Day 6: The last joke you told. How do you keep a fool in suspense. ... I'll tell you tomorrow..
Thanks, For the ranks. :).
I look at the wave of people crashing towards me and blink, rooted to the spot. The bodies slam into me and I hurtle onto the littered, dusty floor.
I step closer to the edge, smiling. The wind crashes into my side, and I stagger to the cliff top.
Yet another poem from the bottom of my drawer. This time, it's from the eleven year old me. Enjoy~ They arrived on a Sunday evening, When the world was fast asleep.
When they looked out of the window that night, They saw a single tawny owl, Noiseless in flight..
I wrote this when I was nine, for some kind of English class, I presume. I found it cleaning out my drawer, so I thought I'd share it with you~ enjoy. While I was walking, On my way to the shop.
One, bold. Two, you. Three, love. Four, who. Five, socks. Six, snake. Seven, luck. Eight, take. Nine, write. Ten, think. Eleven, apple. Twelve... The Hunger Games..
Twenty Seven. My favourite number, and that's how many Opusses I've written- until I publish this. :).
Day 5: Ode to the first object on your left. Ode to Wall The smooth wallpaper coats you, In shades of candy pink. Many a window you could woo, Brow furrowed as I think.
Day 4: A limerick about your closest friend. Ems was a feisty young girl, Whose eyelashes she would constantly curl.
Day 3: The recipe for the last cake you baked.
May The Fourth Be With You..
Day 2: A film review about a movie beginning with the letter B. I actually can't think of a single film that begins with B. D: Noooo.... Anyone got any ideas.
Cruising along the sea line, The water clear and cool. The whale bobs slowly, Relaxation forms a pool.
A rainbow of colours, Green, golden yellow and red. It's love at first bite..
The prongs of a trident, Skewer the sea green ocean. Bronze hair shimmers, wet..
Bobbing on the sea, The whale floats towards a light. The rays shine freedom..
You held your pride, when you could have held me..
Glint on the surface, The cool water flows gently. A clear ripple shifts..
Smoke engulfs the woods, Ribbons of scorching colours. Flames lick charcoaled air..
Day 1: A Haiku about your favourite food. Rainbow of colours, Green, golden orange and red. It's love at first sight..
"I never say anything, Just swallow hard. Nod and smile, One foot in front of the other. I'm fine, thanks for not asking.".
My rank went down to four hundred and forty something when it was 220 this morning. It was nice while it lasted. :).
Somehow I went up 500 ranking places in a night. Woah. Thank-you for everyone that has read even one of my Opusses, it makes me so happy. :).
Opuss Sesame!.
There once was a young Princess, There also was a Beast. The couple weren't alike at all, One was furry, to say the least. There once was a knight, Gallant and brave.
Something's happened to my Opuss layout. There is a little bar at the bottom of my screen saying "Poem, General" like it would when I am composing. But this is just on my profile, feed etc. pages.
The night is warm and golden, My eyelids start to droop. Fatigue sticks like honey, As I struggle through the gloop. Scrambling up the tree trunk, I spot my home ahead.
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight: The glowing orb above me, In its shining silver case. It's the only one that knows me, The only one in space.
There are many colours in a green. Blues, yellows and brown. The colour of the sea, even though the sea is merely a reflection of the sky above us. Is that what we are. Merely a reflection.
Tossing me aside, As you stumble to the front. I've never seen you move so fast, Hissing as you hunt. You hunt for united districts, And for you sister's life.
Tumbling and twirling, In the autumn air. The maple leaves are falling, And catching in your hair. You touch the leaf slowly, Your sleepy fingers warm.
In true love, the touch of two fingertips is intimate as it gets..
A bad start hangs with you forever, even if everyone else has forgotten..
When you share something you love with someone, sometimes it makes it better in a hundred different ways. Other times, it just doesn't work..