Her name was Kolai. She was ice, with a fire behind her eyes. Her age was a foggy number, hidden with makeup and lies. Perhaps late twenties, but it was difficult to be sure. She was candy; sweet and … Continue reading Kolai by Ava M.
By Ava M. I am thirteen And my friends Still dance and laugh with me In the rain I still sing and play In the rain Others remain indoors Watching me Judging me Silently I try to … Continue reading Rainy Day
By: Annie When you wake up in the morning, what makes you get out of bed? Is it a feeling of delight and excitement for the day ahead? Or is it the love you hold for another, a kiss … Continue reading Little Things