Aug 28
22donam's picture


     The music playing softly in the background, the chirping of birds and frogs,the rush of cars on the highway. One day, they are all gone, the only thing I hear are the vioces inside of my head, the world around me has lost it's sound, o body makes any sense. I tell them they have no sound, the world has no music, they just look at me and open and close their mouths like fish. Everything is still, I can't hear the fire alarm when it rings anymore, can the other students still hear it? I can't wich one of us has lost our sound, me, or the world? I can hear the voices in my head, so this must mean the world has lost it's sound, not me, right? I could hear everything, even the drop of a pin if I tried hard enough. Then that day came, when the world's sound just disappeared, sucked into space, gone forever. How can I bring it back? No one else seems to notice that the sound is gone, so it's up to me I guess, to fix the world. 

Jul 30

Two Truths and a Lie

Jul 30
Madison C's picture

Two truths and a lie

Jul 25


As a singer who's on YouTube, it would be cool to have a collaboration with many people. There are many singers out in the world and I can't wait to expand what I have. The type of collaboration I'm looking for is basically any singer/songwriter who would love to share their art with me or we could sing a duet of any kind. That is what I'm seeking in a collaboration in the future.
#twosaparty #summerofstories16 #livechallenge

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Email: [email protected]
Jul 23

The Lessons and Impacts of Soccer

Soccer has always been my sport. I mean, since I was teeny tiny I've been playing and enjoying soccer. My number: 13. Always. To others, it's bad luck. To me, it's a way of showing people I can defy the odds and do things my way, with the number 13 as my lucky number. 

Since 8th grade, I've been playing on the varsity team at my high school. I've always been a mid-fielder, no arguments about it, but the past couple seasons my coach has decided to move me up, to become a forward. 


If you're into soccer, you'd know what I mean. Middies are supposed to make the plays, carrying the ball from the defense all the way to the glorified forwards, so they can be the heroes and win the game. 
Jul 23

Everything Lost?

When you are about to find your one source of hope, the one idea that you think might solve everything, there will always be a barrier to block that hope from ever coming into your heart. There is a pain, that flows through me, the loss of everything that I wanted to achieve, everything I strived for. And nothing is worse, than that pain being brought back by another source of hate, disencouragement, and fear of another being. Someone wishing to grab onto your pain, and use all of his power, to make your life hell. I am someone who is trying to stand up, trying to be brave and conquer that sense of hate. But with everything that i've been through this summer, friends that live hours away, people that I love who finds it hard to answer back, sometimes I want to accept the hate and have my life be filled with sorrow and despair and wear that chlicéd smile with no sense of happiness. Then I remember the hope. The hope that I search for.
Jul 22

Something Valuable

As I'm moving houses, I really don't have any valuable objects in my room at the moment. Something that I used to have in my room that I absolutely adored was the piece of poetry that got submitted to the newspaper last year. If someone was to look at the piece on my door about 50 years from now and they didn't know that it was my room, they wouldn't see the importance to that one piece of poetry on the wall from a random kid. But for me as a student who has loved writing since his 5th grade year, have that piece of paper on the wall or on my door reminds me that I can make a piece, and one day, that piece my be a famous piece in the future.

#beyondthescreen #summerofstories16 #livechallenge
Jul 15
nonfiction 0 comments challenge: Me
Mackenzie 101's picture

Who Is Me?

Who Is Me? Me is Me,
That’s why the items below define me. It’s not completely clear on the outside of the photograph, but it’s clear on the inside. So to show why those somewhat everyday items represent me, I decided to put it in my favorite form of text. A quote..


Eraser: “We All Make Mistakes. Its How We Come Back From The Mistakes That Matter”

Camera: “Photograph, Give Me Something To Remember”

Toy Person: “Let Them Be Little, Cause They're Only That Way For A While”
Jul 12
poetry 0 comments challenge: Me

Call me Ze

I live in borrowed skin
belonging to a girl
in love with dresses and daytime.
She sits in my mind,
dead to all else,
telling me how to pretend.

She has faded fast as
these months have passed,
little more than a murmur
when I need her.

I don’t want to need her.

I don’t want to have replaced her.

She deserved a life,
longer than the short years
She was given:
full of sunshowers and starfire,
cool nights and warm friendships.

She deserved a legacy
greater than the one given to her,
greater than the one trapped in this head
I now inhabit.

She deserved a future.
She gave me her future,
it was stolen from her,
And I am what was left behind.

I will do my best by her,
The girl with kind eyes and a large heart.
I can survive her,
let the world know she was good and true,
Jul 06

Make Your Peace

Tear down the tearers of trees and lives, lives and livelihoods within our own nation. 
Break what has broken and make new what has marred the face of our Earth, the Earth that faces such trials. 
Uproot disregard and reap understanding. 
Plaster all places with newspapers, spreading the news and who knews? of our world. 
Where one ship's shipment spills into a slick, a biological technology is being born to replace it. 
Jul 05

My Expectations For Best-Selling Authors

Some big-time authors are just plain stupid. 
I mean, if they're making millions off best-sellers and movie deals one would expect they have quality work, yes? I know popularity isn't everything; I've found some gems while perusing the library aisles thirty years old and still on the same stamp card. Yet, when I pick up the newest hit, it can be absolute trash! What the heck makes these things so appealing? Are readers nowadays just dumb too? Maybe it's me... no, I'm sane (mostly). I can't be the only sane fantasy fan still out there. Okay, yeah, we're a special kind of sane-- but still. C'mon. 
My biggest pet peeve is when the story is riveting (or at least inspires grudging respect for the writing, if not the story) and then the ending is a steaming pile of "curveballs" seen from (insert page count here) pages away, loose ends, what-ifs and WTFs.
Jul 04
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Dancing Leaves

The leafs quietly whisper to one another
 few dance down spinning, the wind as their dance partners

The trees sing praise and reach into the sky
grasping for the clouds they will never reach.
The bark is rough on my soft skin

The mossy earth smells new,
with the tears of the clouds.
The sky's gift to the world. 

Flowers dot the forest floor with patches of color in the uniformed green. 
small bugs flitter around, somewhat anxiously  
only to fly off again, away from prying eyes.

Birds sing broken melodies
echoing one another's cries.

 A cacophony of engines, people, and the buzz of life drowns out the beauty 
The forest seems to only remain a hidden gem
Hidden from those who are blind enough to just drive by.

The leafs dance down,
accompanied this time by the trees that once reached for the sky. 
Stumps are the only thing that remain.
Jul 01


A bird sings to its lover
You complete me
complete me
complete me.

Sits and sings and waits.

A distant chipmunk smiles,
scurrying up trees and along moss,
searching, ever searching
and laughing.

A neighborhood dog barks,
and another, too, must speak.
They long to run,
if only,
if only,
if only.

A cat wheezes softly,
his damaged nose whistling cartoonishly
He is happy,
curled upon a pile of bedsheets,
quietly whistling in his sleep.

Trees rustle in their reach towards the sun,
grasping at the sky,
content with scurrying paws and prodding beaks,
so long as they get their fill from the heavens.

A cat whistles in and
a distant dog barks as
the trees move in their way for
the chipunk pushes apart branches while
a bird sings and they
complete me
complete me
complete me

Jun 14

Dear Character

Jun 14

Childhood Wisdom

Jun 14

Future Relics

Jun 14


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