In The Over Grown Garden
I had a look around, seeing what I was dealing with today. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Kingsley Hewitt.
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I had a look around, seeing what I was dealing with today. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Kingsley Hewitt.
Ages ago in America, wild horses,Mustangs, skipped powerfully through the plains running away from those ranchers who tried to catch them.They would forage for food and water and make sure their...
Chapter 1 Tilly was a ordinary girl with a exciting life, she lived in a horse sanctuary which was perfect for her because she loved horses and wanted to help as many as she could.She lived with her...
My niece wrote me this story, its cute and quite good for her age. Apparently Im the main character. I feel special yet anyone with someone like her in there lives will. I love her loads.
*@starkid_fanfic (AKA Nav) I'm so sorry; I thought you were a boy. But I'll change you into a girl. Opuss quickly tried to escape but this moron man stepped on her orange, furry tail.
[This is the first chapter of my recently self-published novel for children, A Tiger Too Many. I'd love to know what the people of Opuss think.
When everything else has seemed to fail, all I've had to do is close my eyes and pray. It may sound stupid, and some may roll their eyes and be like "ugh, religion. Seriously?" I'm not that religious.
Standing in the kitchen, Again she is alone, No ones there to feed her, No ones coming home.
So today I've just looked at this news website (that I won't mention!) and it's got an article on it about this lady who went into her cutlery draw - whilst making a cup of tea - looking for a spoon...
The black dog,. Sitting there all alone,. Wishing for a friend,. A place to call home,. Days past by,. Not a single soul,. Will anyone find me,. Can anybody else know,. Rainy day Comes along,.
#youngwritershousehold The colossal beast threw back it's hirsute head in indignation releasing an ear-splitting groan, it's vibrations shaking even the toughest of beings confidence.
" Ha Ha lets see what we can do to this one then" laughed a tourist as he drove their boat over the poor, innocent turtle.
A true story of battery hens. It seemed light years from my upbringing in the shadow of London's Dockland, with our arbour less streets and little back yards of concrete and corrugated iron.
Inspired by HeatherAnne's poem. The lush green grass beckons me. A thing I never thought to see. The only touch I ever felt, Was whip and sting; a leather belt.
One day I'm walking along. A baby bird I did see. She'd been kicked out her nest. For being weak and sickly. I went to walk on by. Leave nature to take its course. Then I heard a cheep from baby bird.
I'm getting two kittens Two adorable twins So small and sweet With their fluffy chins I can't believe No one has claimed Two lovely kitten sisters Who may not be tamed But I know that for...
The poor wee spiky balls, Forever being whacked around, All they want to do is crawl. But no longer was their luck down, For the Express had rolled into town.
This is interesting but long. Please read this to make sense of my new opuses (coming soon.) My family used to have 3 fish. Ember, pancake and Bubbles.
Tonight, a new arrival. Another bloody rabbit. I've told her time and time again. It's turned into a habit. Rescuing these waifs and strays. And giving them a home. Pens that reach up to the roof.
Out alone, No drink, No food to eat. Left out in a box, At the side of a road, Left out in the cold, Left out till I die.
Hairy Mary works at big daves dairy. She looks like a witch but dresses like a fairy. Evenings and weekends she can often be found. Trying to free cats from the RSPCA pound.
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.
There he lay under the old rusty bridge not knowing what to do. The little pup poked he small wet head out of the cardboard box he could still hear the cars going over the bridge.
This is a story for those that...well, are like me. Those that hate themselves for how they look and only want love. Everyone in the apartment complex that I lived in knew Ugly.