Songwriter. Writer of fiction. Lover of dogs... Art maker... An almost 13 year old trying to find herself.
Hello. My name is Sydney. I'm from the US. I'm a bit strange, but that's good. ;) I have a wonderful, also a bit insane dog named Bolt, a German Shepherd mix.
#halloweenparty #bat #bats Like a bird, But black as night, Being lured, But all in spite. Hangs upside-down, So not like all, That hang around, During the fall. Bats..
#youngwritersemotion #insanity She cackles in as she sits in the bushes scheming. He laugh, if you could even call it that, rings out into the darkness, a bit like the sound of a dying crow.
#candle #halloweenparty Flame. Light. Banishes the night. Lit. Burn. Tables turn. Whoosh. Out. Know about. Night. Light. Candle in sight..
#halloweenparty #pumpkin Emblem of fall, Tops them all. Big and round, But 'don't weigh a pound. Normal at first, Carving till thirst, Till it looks brand new, Scary to you.
#halloweenparty #ghosts Past. Present. Future. Spirits haunt our world. Revenge. Peace. Visiting. They get what they came for. Nothing. Something. Night shadows. They come from the dark. Kill. Visit.
#halloweenparty #setting The smoke curls around the graves, brushing against them, connecting as one. The stones so cold, your hand freezes to touch it.
The day of the year, Where the main theme is fear, To scare and be scared, A dare to be dared. You can be someone else, Let go of yourself. Be anything you want, The night without taunt.
#colour The color blue, Is sometimes used to, Express being sad, A bit like red is mad. But blue is the sky, The thing that doesn't die. Blue is the gem, Mending the hem.
#youngwritersemotion #love If only, You could see, That you meant everything to me. If only, The dark of, Night would just leave us above.
Well, I got a new splint on my finger, and it doesn't hurt as much, so though my finger still is broken, I can type now. :) Can you guys please tell me who os hosting ALL of the contests right now?.
I will be gone a small while, Me finger is in denial, It needs time time to heel, Wish I didn't feel, The pain when the football hit, Pushing my finger back the torture bit, Went to the doctor to get...
#youngwritershousehold Dress swirls in spirals, Red and orange vitals. Dancing and swaying, Never the playing.
I plan to live forever... Or die trying!.
If Only life. Only life. Was easier. Was easier. But it is not. But it is not. So just live.So just live. Make it the best. You only live, Once..
Bright blue eyes, Bright blue skies, Skin so white, Shines at night, Seems to glide, Seems to fly. Seems to soar across the sky. Where's she from. Am I dumb. I want to know, Before she goes.
This is the first verse of a song I am writing... With the light, Comes the dark, In the night, Slips a shark. In the dark or, Comes a day, Filled with horror, We wish away.
#nature #burrow Snuggled down, Safe and sound, Lies the squirrel, Who is called Pearl. Safe in her burrow, Brow in a furrow, That's the squirrel, Who is called Pearl.
There is this thing called Wattpad, A very interesting site. Where authors can share, And readers enjoy, The books that are there.
#fear #youngwritersemotion Mistress of fear, Lurks in the shadows, Waiting to hear, What frightens you most Stands in the doorway, Blocking the view, Happiness away, Taken from you.
Alright- I know this is early but I just CAN't WAIT!. Let me start by saying that all the entries were purely wonderful.... I loved every single one and this was so difficult for me to chose!!!.
Chapter 2 Sitting in the alleyway, I hear a noise, interrupting my thoughts about our flawed society. The shoes make a clacking sound on the pavement which lets me know that it's someone with money.
#household #banana I stare at the yellow thing in my hands and wince in disgust. I do not want to eat it. I cannot eat it. But I must.
I would really like to thank @AWriterGirl for picking me, I am really excited!!. Thank you!!. Well anyway, I have thought about this for a little while and I think the word will be.... ... ...
#emotion #curious Open. Shut. Going in. Tip. Toe. World does spin. Smell. Feel. Nothing there Cry. Sob. Not in here. Search. Gasp. Found a map. Sit. Sigh. This is crap. Look. See. What is that. Runs.
Falls. Screams. Sounds of war. Sobs. Beams. No one scores. Runs. Hides. Goes away. Ducks. Slides, Not today. Shoots. Hits. Hear them yell. Jump. Flits. Living hell. Crash. Dead. Children crying. Bam.
#naturecontest I just sit there, not knowing. I don't want to leave. But I need a break if only for a night. I'm tired of the pressure. And yes- I know how much trouble this could get me into.
Hey guys- I'm pretty upset. Nobody has even liked chapter one of the story I worked for hour on. Please at least read it. And if u dont like it pls tell me WHY so I can be better!.
Chapter 1 I was always a wanderer. I can't stay in one place for too long; It bores me. It scares me. That's why I have never been one suitable for a family.
@sjw #emotioncontest Hot rage, Burns through, Turn the page, Must get you. Not calming down, I am mad, So you must frown. I will make you sad.
I don't recognize, My own reflection, In the mirror. That's how long it's been. I stare, And stare, And I still don't know, Who she is.
Bang. Crash. Boom. Storms pierce the night. Cowers. Shudders. Shakes. Hiding under his blanket. Grabs. Hugs. Holds. His little teddy bear. Sighs. Laughs. Sleeps. Clutching his teddy bear..
NOTE: This little story is the prequel to my very first Opuss "Tattoo." I think it's also my best. Please read "Tattoo" before reading this. "You have to." Mullki told her. "But... But...
Pink. Elegant. Fun. Dancers. Clothing. Tutu. They dance, They fly, They leap towards the sky. They prance, They twirl, Their tutu's whirl. Beautiful. Dance. Flying. Gauzy. Outfit. Tutu.
Chapter one- Gone Gone. Everything. Gone. How could they have taken all of this. Every one of my possessions. Why everything. My house was robbed. They took every last thing.
I have mixed feelings, About writing poetry. I would rather write, A story, Or draw, In my sketch book, But sometimes, I don't know why. I have to write, A poem.
Will someone help me. I need a prompt I can't think of anything to write!!!!.
I don't understand. Why is grass green. Why is sky blue. Why is the Earth round. Why am I here. What is my purpose. Questions. The ring. They bounce. They slip through, My head as I question the...
Help. That's what the word said. It was no coincidence. I had looked into the window, just curious, as it is in my nature. I saw the word.
12. It has always been my unlucky number. I'm a great soccer player, really I am, but when my number was twelve, I was awful. Missed every goal, overshot every pass, just plain horrible.
The cover of darkness, Curls around me, Blanketing me, Hiding me. I look, Look for food, Look for love, Look for help. The wind picks up, Swishes through my ears, Blows back my fur, Pulls at my skin.
"What. Why?" The tattoo artist asked, her short black hair whipping by her head as she tried to get a good look at the girl.