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Day#8: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 8/14 “WHO” Writing 5 minutes – “Cyclist” I was leading the middle pack of racing cyclists up the steep hill. Suddenly, one of the front-runners crashed to the pavement, causing a number of us to crash and pile up over him. My bike was ruined! The tire bent. Would my crew be able top fix it? Would I e able to finish the race? The tension was thick as several other biker’s felt the same
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
A reminder for the rest of the year
A reminder for the rest of the year ✨I hope you have experienced moments that bewildered the light in you, I hope in the moments of darkness, you have held onto the hand of sanguinity. In the moments where you wanted to cry, I hope you have sobbed your heart out over whatever makes you sad, in the atrocities of time and the beauty of life, I hope you had your moments of celebrating the beauty of you and the growth you have embraced. To have moments of doubt and regret for not being able to achieve what you desired to achieve, mourn over who you were, and embrace the joy of who you are and the light that you are about to step into.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Orchard
The Orchard In the orchards where my childish dreams would unfurl I'd wander in awe, still a carefree girl Beneath the boughs where apples hung like jewels I found solace in nature's timeless rules Beside the creek, I'd watch the water caress the pebbles as butterflies danced on air I'd plant myself right there Apples crisp and tart, a gift from nature's hand A juicy red, more brilliant than any ruby in the land In those moments, life was sweet and slow Each apple a memory, with each bite, I'd grow Simple joys, in simplicity I’d find In apples alone, my smile would shine Though years have passed and times have changed In memories, my childhood dreams remain A taste of innocence, a sip of days gone by This simple gift, the apple of my eye
By Nichole Campbell2 years ago in Poets
