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• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  She Ran

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  She ran. She ran past parks, offices, schools, and houses. She ran on bike paths and sidewalks. She ran past dog-walkers, babies in strollers, and other runners. She ran everyday, but never for long. She ran one mile, taking two breaks in between. She sprinted for several yards, then stopped, ex...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  How Earth Got Color

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  When the creator god Summus created the animals, he gave them all of the colors. The birds and beasts and fish were all brilliantly painted in the brightest azures and jades and amethysts. The earth, however, was left barren and brown. Eventually, the animals decided that they should do something ab...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Someday

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  One day, I’ll leave all of this behind, One day, I won’t care if you mind, One day, I’ll put all my stuff in a sack, One day, I’ll leave, and I won’t look back, One day, the things that are holding me down, One day, those things won’t be around, One day, I’ll leave, one day you�...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Thanks a Lot, Walt Disney

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  Cinderella snuck out to parties at night, The princes simply loved to fight, Sleeping Beauty married a stranger, Mulan went looking for trouble and danger, Snow white lived with seven old guys, Pinocchio always told lies, Jasmine married a beggar who was crazy, Winnie the pooh was fat and laz...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Fury...

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  Your mind constricts Your pulse ticks Your brow furrows Your lip curls Your hands are fists Your heartbeat missed You grind your teeth You steam and seethe You heart is bursting You feel like cursing You have to let it all out You kick and punch and scream and shout...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  City of Senses

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  There’s a great city in the midwest The name of that city is chicago There, your senses are put to the test I passed that test a while ago When you enter downtown, you see buildings That are tall, modern, and sleek At night, there are lights and noises and things In the second city that n...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Last Day of School

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  The clock tells them it’s two minutes away They sit impatiently on this last day The atmosphere rises and swells As the teacher wishes them her last farewells The sun outside sparkles and beckons As eleven students count down the seconds They sit still and hold their breath The classroom is...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Agent 6Q

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  There she is. Ms. Mandy Clarence. She is wearing a flowery spring dress and sandals. A Coach purse. Gucci sunglasses. I watch her as she answers a phone call from her pink iPhone. “Oh, hello, Lucas!” she says. “Yes, I’m at the train station right now. I’ve been waiting for a while, a...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  The Death of a Cookie

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  What an impeccable cookie! Its shape is so faultless, its frosting is so appealing. It longs to escape. I shall rescue it from the internment of the cookie jar! Oh! Oh, but I am, in fact, a menace, for this lovely cookie has not long to live. It’s death is imminent. I try to resist. Think of its l...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Gentleman and the Forest Nymph

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  Your bare feet on the moist, green ground With a circle of lilies your head was crowned The melody of the birds was the only sound You were clothed with the shadows, dark as night, With a dress made of the morning’s pure light. Dancing with the wind, by your beauty I was stricken, I ran deep...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Night and Day

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  The night is dark, Broad and silent, A time for secrets, And loneliness, For nightmares, And despair. The night swallows all of the light, At twilight, Slowly, Sucking up Every drop. Storing it in its Endless stomach. The night seems eternal. It is a never ending shadow, Escaping the...
• Fiction > Romance
  First/Last Dance

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  “Alright, folks! Last song of the night, so grab your partner and get on the dance floor!” A group of guys came over to our table. None of them came for me, of course. They were my friend’s boyfriends. Soon, I was the last person sitting at my table. The last person sitting, period. I slumped...
• Opinion > Points of View
  Who's the real bad guy?

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  To thousands of people, The Lord of the Flies is just an adventure story about boys on an island. A magnificently written story, but just a story, nevertheless. To others, however, this book is like the island itself. Rich with treasures and surprises, but also terrifying and mysterious at times. Th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Love you till the song ends...

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  May I have this dance? From that moment, they’re in a trance. She stands up and takes his hand, He leads her to another land, Where the only things that exist, Are music, romance, and bliss. He holds her close, together they sway, This is where she wants to stay. He closes his eyes and bre...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ideas

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  My mind is blank. Whiter than snow, Emptier than the Grand Canyon, Plainer than water, Simpler than breathing, More tasteless than air, Bored and tired and worn out. But wait! What's that I see? A snowman, a snow angel, A magnificent sunrise, A churning waterfall, A light summer breeze! ...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Message

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  I woke up to the sound of a blood curdling scream. It came from the other end of my house. I got up, tiptoed to the door, and peeked out. The hallway was empty. Thinking it must have been my imagination, or a dream, I went back to bed. I was having a hard time going to sleep, because something didn�...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Who is she?

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  She is so lovely, More beautiful than beauty itself, In fact, She is the definition of beauty. Who is she? She creates beauty, And it creates her. Who is she? I know her, You know her, Everyone knows her. Who is she? She fills hearts, Breaks them, And mends them. Who is she? She prot...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Lonely Nights

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  On some lonely nights, I'll sit and write a haiku, Kind of like this one....
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Pink Poodle Dress

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  I sat on my bed, fingering a red piece of cloth. It had pink poodles on it with hearts hovering above their heads. I looked over the pink stitching. It was gaping and untidy. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered why. Not too long ago, my aunt had confessed to me that she was the one who had...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Things That are Extinct; Dodo, Passenger Pigeon, Popularity...

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  My entire younger childhood was spent trying to become popular. Every year I changed cliques. Every year I left my old group of friends and joined a newer, cooler one. I would follow them around, sit by them, wear the same clothes as them, and just do everything they did. I had no style of my own, s...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Snow Angel

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  I stood by my window, staring out into the night. Watching glittery snowflakes flutter by. Wishing I could get closer to this gorgeous sight. Snow falling from a spacious, velvet sky. It flew over the chimneys like butterflies, Solemn and silent as a ceremonial rite. Then they landed on ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Sweet Dreams

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  When in your bed tonight, when there are no more lights. When you lay on your pillow, and you think for a little. I'd like to know, What do you imagine? What do you dream? What do you wonder? What do you scheme? A forest, the sea? With the queen, having tea? When your house becomes stil...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  A Story About a Homeless Man

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  It was a cold, gray day in the city. Gray rain fell from a gray sky. Gray cars whizzed past. Gray people rushed down the street under gray umbrellas. A gray shape huddled against a tall, gray building. That gray shape was Damian Malvolio, the homeless man whose name meant bad luck. He sat on the fro...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Hero

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  A hero must have courage, A hero must care. A hero must encourage, And be noble, humble, fair. A hero never hesitated, A hero isn’t scared. A hero is always dedicated, A hero is prepared. A hero is willing to suffer, A hero is willing to die, A hero is always tougher, A hero knows h...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Bottom of the Ninth

  

  By team_haymitch, Chicago, IL

  The smell of the leather, The heat of the sun, Just one more out, and then they’ve won. You stand in the box, With a bat in your hands, The pitcher winds up, And you get in your stance. He lets go of the ball, It goes straight at the mitt, You swing round the bat, It connects, it’...