ClockTitle: ClockWrote it: 1998Type of style: Vignettesfor: Creative WritingDisclaimer: Mine please don't copy.A time warp of memories, remembering it on my grandma's wall as she turned the key to make it run again. The blue bird sat at the top of the clock and rocked back and forth. Seeing it all the time was always fun. It's noise comforted me at the night as I slept.The tree's on the side of it always seemed to take a different shape as the years went by. She always cleaned it even though it was a tiny thing. The hands on it are so delicate, as they turn around. It is something I kept very close to me. As she gave it to me over the years.Having it now is very special. For I lost the key, and no noise is to be heard from it until the key is replaced. The back is lost, so it can't be hung. So it sits in my room and will stay there until it's fixed. For it's probably worth more now than it was when she bought it. Only for me it has a place in my heart.
Nightly CurseNightly CurseWritten by: Carrie CaldwellPlease do not take or use on any other sites. If you have a fan fiction site besides FictionPress.net, then please email me up above. Thanks. Enjoy. I love reviews.| Oh if you have time I have other stuff up on Fanfiction.net. My screen name is the same. |Note: I wrote this last summer, and had a few of my friends go over it. So please read and review. Thanks. This is my first story that Ive placed up on FictionPress.net.Also: If you want to read more of my stuff go to: Scrolls of the Untold.comI am an alien, though not how most people would normally picture an alien. I hate the light; my eyes are cursed to not even go out into it. My other senses are clearer than an owl's is at night. But our planet of Tyrin is growing old. The power core is losing its strength to keep going. My job is to find another power that will help our planet live for another hundred years. My journey has taken me to planet Earth.The Milky Way galaxy is alway
The PictureTitle: The Pictureby: ScoopGirlFor: creative writing class back from high school.Year: 1998As I look at my picture in the dark my hear longs for him. His face so happy as he sits there in my frame. On a cold winter nights the gold rim around it shows his beauty. My frame large, and worth a fortune, as I long for him to be real. When I look at him I daydream as the day goes by.He makes me think of my future, as he sits there on my dresser. My picture is mine that only I have and the only one that's different from the rest. It's gold rim shines in the sunlight as I look at it in the morning. Knowing that I have to leave it seems to shine back, telling me not to leave. For he is very young, but miles away with my heart.He seems to tell me as he sits there in that frame that he's very close by. He longs for freedom, but locked in that form waiting to be released. As his glass collects dust from my room. He warns me about things as I ask him will I meet you?