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  • The bird in the tree.

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    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read
  • Thoughts Are A Rainbow, Feelings Are A Spectrum.

    Thoughts are a rainbow, feelings are a spectrum. Blue for wideness and calmness: The sea and the sky. Beautiful, never ending, spacious. Red for danger and warning: Poppies swaying in ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Moonlit Puddle

    I saw the moon, reflected in a puddle. A smooth, unbroken puddle, and the moonlight Made a silver shining upon the surface. Then a cloud passed over the moon, and ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • The My Lai Massacre

    Blame my history GCSE. Very rough first draught. Huddled group of women and children, Squatting in the dirt. Ordered line of armed men, In dark green camouflage. Woman, her arms ...

    • Poetry
    • Narrative
    2 min read
  • Slavery

    Why should I mourn, for what is life? It is trouble and cares, And endless strife - And my mourning will not change that, will it? But what is life, ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read
  • A Water Sprite's Visit To A Fire Sprite

    Once upon a time, Not that long ago, A bird flew down from the clouds To the burnt black ground below. A little blue water sprite Stepped lightly down from ...

    • Poetry
    • Narrative
    5 min read


The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein