Writing HOPE Works

It was 5:01am when I woke up. The alarm had gone off, but for nopurpose rather than to fill the empty air with its clambering; I was already up. I got ready in a hurry with the bathroom all to myself for the first—yet also the last—time. I looked to my left where my brother usually stood. He was in a house only fifteen minutes away but it felt like the world. I wouldn’t see him again for two weeks—when our whole lives would be changed. He had his reasons for staying. He had t

In the book Where She Went the story takes place 3 years after the accident. How would the story have been different if it took place directly after Mia had woken up? I think that if the story had taken place right after Mia woke up, it wouldn’t have been as exciting. Adam talks about how for a couple of months after the accident he and Mia did talk while she was away at Julliard, but he was also in a very hard state because he had basically left his bandmates, and was so dep

I’ve never felt so horrible in my entire life. She yells at me, my mother’s voice picking out my every flaw, but her words are lost on me; I’m too busy trying to block out my baby sister’s screams. The noise is deafening, my knees are shaking... if I stay here any longer, I’ll be sure to burst. That single, feather-light thought is all it takes. Before I can even register what’s happening, my feet are carrying me across rain-soaked ground. No more noise; nothing but the rich

A Child; curious, hopeful, naive, innocent, and loyal. So young and so full of life and wonder. Their fragility should be savored, cherished. We see these traits in them and realize our own superiority, immediately disregarding their thoughts and ideas because of our own pride and ignorance. We are older and know more. Why should we give up our valuable time to listen to people that are so much younger than we, and have so little experience? The fact of the matter is that chi

Grass stands tall and strong, Flowers are pure with no wrong, The sun shines bright, As the water flows tight, We enter the glorious nature, As it calls us "CREATURE!", We use transportation, To kill nature with our so called "civilization", Pollution covers the air, As the workers just don't care, The tall trees sway, The strong wind weighs, Buildings get taller, As nature loses its order, Construction machinery rumbling, As the rocks are crumbling, As we look down on nature

She bent down and laced her fingers through it, inhaling its spice. Her fingers rubbed the dirt and let it slip, like running waters. “Who breathed you into existence?” She whispered to it, piercing the silence of the night. Did destiny simply vomit you across the Earth? Were you ripped off by the galaxy from your family in Mars? She expressed her deep sorrow and passed down her condolences. Then she was needed back inside. #FlashFiction

Nothing can replace the natural sublime This is where our great passion resides Capturing the awe-inspiring mise en scene trying to fathom, to see, what can't be seen I see and hear the buzzing, the whistling, the rustling I could see my touch fade, the constant thriving But it was all just a disguise The sun begins consoling the life of verdant trees unfolding the stems of hope unholding even throughout everything untold The gentle whispers of the leaves pushing the breeze t

The ocean was sitting still. It did not bring itself upon the beach or strike the side of the cliff. It simply sat there as if melancholy. It was colder than my stone heart and the sea was about to be frozen in a calloused ice. I had to leave because of that monkey Charles. He won the fight. The one I was so confidant in. As I left, I saw him in the distance oozing with pride. I will get my revenge. #FlashFiction

No paper slips were sent home with students to inform their parents of a day off. No protests were held in the streets nor in front of political buildings. The newspaper contained its daily topics varying from politics to sports and deaths. You'd expect everyone to know everywhere around the world. No helicopter hovering over the city. Not the gloomy weather we quite expected. I looked through a telescope to observe the movement of the planets. Venus still strutted in its pat

Two worlds hidden by a sea As I was hidden by a destiny No matter what I will be The spring will always bloom and see That I am forever free Every breath I breathe Every glimpse I seek Every sound I hear Are not what I fear For I am free And forever will be Whom I dream Whom I seek It's the alpha It's the omega It's the beginning.. It's the end It's the love ..It's the life It's the feeling., its the joy Forever is must And a must it sure is Endures forever and ever more Till