Slow down, you go too fast. You've got to make the moment last. I live in Scotland and I love books, writing, noodles, swimming and music. I've just turned 12 and I've suddenly realised that I've only got about 6 more years left at home. Time flies. So treasure each moment - don't let any opportunities pass you by. #projecthumanity
Some things are meant to be broken, And ours wasn't meant to last, But you didn't have to go and smash it, And leave me shattered like broken glass. ~.
Now 2013's underway, And not a moment too late, But one thing's been bugging me, My username's out of date. :(.
Good old 2012, It's been a fabulous year, One of the best of my life, One of happiness and cheer.
Mistletoe hangs from the ceiling, A star on top of the tree, No one can stop this feeling, Of Christmas spirit inside of me.
I don't believe in love at first sight. I believe in love at first chat, love at first kiss, love at first laugh or smile. But I don't believe in love at first sight.
Snowflakes dancing, Across the midnight sky, Pure white acrobats, Spinning and twirling by. Laying down to rest, On the crisp and dewy grass, Sparkling quilt of white, Now, falling thick and fast.
I write a lot of poems, I just don't know what to do. I can't write a decent story, (My poems aren't that great either, mind you.) No inspiration, Nothing to write.
Creamy white skin, Fiery, flowing hair. Ice cold eyes, An alluring stare. Poisonous words, A descendant of Seth. Blood red lips, The kiss of death.
#projecthumanity You've not got the newest iPad. Oh goodness. You poor dear. But what about those people, Who live every day in fear. Those who don't have a crumb, Or a penny to their name.
By now you'll be asleep, but happy birthday to @awesomeannie. I hope you had a brilliant day!.
The candle burns, A flickering light, It's soft, warm glow, Lighting up the night. By candlelight, I write a note, My tears stain the paper, Smudge the words I wrote.
It's my 12th birthday today!!. Ok, you probably don't need to know, but I just feel so happy!.
I dare you To dress the way you want to. I dare you To wear no make up for a whole day. I dare you To go up to your crush and kiss them. I dare you To stand up to anyone who tries to put you down.
Sometimes, I wonder. I wonder about the world outside. And What It's Like.
Don't search for tomorrow, Live for today. The moment is here, But it will not stay. Follow your heart, Reach for the sky, Chase down your dreams, Or they'll fly on by.
Guy 1: I wasn't THAT drunk. Guy 2: You saw a red head eating blueberries and screamed "NO FOXFACE, NOT THE BERRIES!!" - Unknown.
"Secrets," Was the whisper that travelled the lands. "Secrets is what they take, what they keep to use to their own advantage.
@LittleKitten's challenge. Hi, I'm Meg, though most of you will know me as Meggie2012. My real name is Megan but almost no one calls me that. I'm half Scottish, a quarter English and a quarter Irish.
The darkness descended, A quilt of black, Flung over the forest, And that decrepit shack. The night was silent, As the stranger rose, Softly waking the dwarves, The assassins he chose.
They rode through the night, Day taking hold, They rode through the morn, Relentless and bold. Until they came, To a winding lane, And a shabby wee house, Grimy and plain.
Skin like snow, Hair like the night, Blood red lips, Tragic Snow White. For years and years, Her story was told, As a mere fairytale, Boring and old.
I'm going to delete the opusses about youngwritershousehold because they've been and gone. I don't want people to look through my work and just see results of things.
This is the beginning. I'm sure of it. I can't start anywhere else. 'The beginning of what?' you may ask. Well, the beginning of my story. The beginning of me.
You say I'm weird, But, what's wrong with that. Who cares if I'm weird. Or ugly, or fat. You say I'm a freak, But what do you know.
Fighting, gasping, For oxygen. Struggling, battling, For oxygen. Grasping, praying, For oxygen. Oxygen, a blessing, A gift we must treasure. Oxygen, a curse, Stolen away forever.
Hey opussians. Sorry about the late results.. :I I've read through all your amazing entries and thoroughly enjoyed each and every one. But, there were a few that particularly stood out..
Yes. Finally. I've got 200 followers. Well, 201, but 200 is more momentous. Anyway, thank you to all my brilliant followers. Thank you for all the likes, reposts, and positive comments I've gotten.
When you first got me from under the Christmas tree, that morning, your whole face lit up. You picked me up and smiled, just smiled at me, before wrapping me in a hug.
She gazes out, To an unknown land, Dreaming of sunshine, And golden sand, The shimmering waves, Rolling softly in, Away from all hardship, All evil and sin.
'We are the choices we make.' - The Ask And The Answer..
I slink through the streets, clinging to the shadows. The night time has settled upon the village, the luminous moon casting an eerie glow over everything. All is in silence.
Please follow @awesomeannie, as she is a brilliant friend and writes amazing stories and poems. She deserves more followers!.
I watch the light shine through the amber leaves, the golden rays spreading through the glen. Everything suddenly seems to become alive with colour. The grass seems greener, dewy and crisp.
I see you Cuddling I see you Kissing I see you With her And my heart Breaks..
Day begins, all fresh and new, Another new start, endless possibilities. When the world wakes from it's slumber. Night time is afar. #youngwritershousehold.
She stares the reflection, her face a stony, emotionless mask. Her pale skin is stretched tightly over her hollow cheekbones, her skeletal face pinched and sharp.
When we were little, we wrote some cute, funny, and frankly embarrassing things. I'd love to see what kinds of things you wrote when you were little.
I breathe in the salty sea air. I feel the soft warm sand tickling my toes. The ocean is a mass of swirling colours overlapping each other, sparkling in the sun's warm rays.
Sorry it's a little late; the internet connection went mental. I just want to say well done to everyone who entered. I have really enjoyed reading all of your entries. You all did great jobs.
So, I'm out with my two friends in the park, and there's this random person about our age. They start talking with one of my friends... Friend: Hey, Meg. Come talk to this boy. He's really nice.
The door was grand; there was no doubt about that. It was made of polished oak, with intricate patterns carved into it's smooth surface.
The night is a disease, It's inky black fingers caging everything in sight, Immersing the world in it's murky depths.
You probably haven't noticed, but I've been away for a while. I've been writing a story and I've been away to places where they don't have internet connection. So, I just want to say, hello opuss.
Your hair's shorter now, thinner too. It once was black as a ravens wing. Now it's peppered with grey. Your face, always so youthful and full of life, now has heavy lines etched into your flaky skin.
Please comment on any of my opusses as I would love to know what you think. Please be truthful and don't flatter me with praise that I don't deserve. Constructive criticism is more than welcome.
'The loser is not the one who comes last in the race, but the one who watches and has never tried to run.' Oscar Pistorius 'the blade runner'.
#olympicstories It's time. The moment I've been working for all my life. Ever since I was a youngster, it's always been basketball. All I ever cared about. My mum and dad both died in the accident.
My eyes snap open, squinting in the sudden light. The blazing white light burns directly into my eyes, sending blurry streaks of yellow spiralling across my vision.
The African sun Kaleidoscope of colours Brightens up the day.
We are the quieter few, Who's passion for writing is strong and true. @lucandsurprise, @tattyteddy, the numbers grew, @mpallister24 and @epallister20 too.
Thank you to my 100 followers, especially @lucandsurprise for being the very first to follow me!.
Help. I'm addicted to opuss. I'm kinda in the same situation as @Nicholas. I love opuss but it's getting in the way of my life a bit.
Their rusty, crooked halos. Their silk gowns, grubby and torn. Starlight wings, battered and broken. Cursing each child that's born. Their masks of fake concern. Hide eyes that blaze like fire.
All things truly wicked start from an innocence - Ernest Hemingway.
Happy birthday to my friend Alice, who is 12 today!. I hope you have a great day and get loads of prezzies!.
Hey guys, aceace64, otherwise known as Alice, is a cool, kind, crazy girl. It would be really nice if people would follow her as she's kinda new to opuss. She posts random quotes and blogs.
Cazia Pain. Indescribable pain. That's all I think, my mind overcome with pain, pain, pain. My attacker stands over me, knife in hand as I writhe in agony.
You and me. Me and you. A black, black night. A darkened room. Staring at each other. Your midnight eyes. Your heart is ice. Full of treacherous lies. Reflected in your face. Is the deepest hate.
To All Readers, Please help me. I am suffering from writers block. If anybody out there has any advice or inspiration or...anything, then please tell me. Meg :( :( :( :(.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson.
The darkness descended and settled upon the city, spreading like a disease. Lights flickered then went out as families bade each other goodnight.
I still feel your hand entwined with mine. Wishing and wishing that we had more time. I still hear your voice, whispering to me. Luring me in, setting me free. I still feel your touch upon my face.
Reach for the stars The sky's the limit No one can stop you now - Me.
They feast on weak minds, lurking in the shadows, waiting to overthrow them. They emerge from the darkness and infest the brain, poisoning it with black thoughts.
Your eyes are black pools of hatred. Your hair, a wreath of flames. Your stare withers the flowers, And your heart is carved from stone..
Please God, help me. The icy water is closing in around me, pouring into my mouth, dragging me underwater. I'm gasping for air, my arms flailing wildly, struggling against the current.