Creative Writing & Poetry
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And
In a place down below And a land outside of time There’s a girl with two braids and blue eyes Who for ever watches the
There was noise in the dark. At first, it started low — an almost indistinct buzzing in Dan’s ear, resembling almost the never-ending buzz of
“I can’t believe we got lost. Again.” Dan stifled a snicker and kicked a stray pebble, watching from the corner of his eye as Jamie,
A paper thought for a paper man, He makes a paper crane and puts it on the lake; Makes a paper crown, and puts it
Michal Rotko 