This is a poem i've written years ago, when I was still trying to figure myself out, it's a short one, but I hope you like it:

sitting here
sitting here lonely
watching the mirror
trying to smile
tears come out of my eyes
who is that person?
why do I feel sad for him?
I clean my eyes and go outside with a smile
another day, another try

White Skates

Small boy holds on to his mother’s hand, as they navigate the store, looking for the right place. Soon, they are in sporting goods, and the two of them join the small group of boys and girls and harried parents getting new skates.

“I want white skates, momma.” The small boy practically whispers.

“White skates are for girls.” She says, and sits him down so the salesclerk can measure his feet. Soon they are stuffed into black skates, and the mother says “Now you’ll be able to play hockey.”

Concert of Remembrance Pt 9

by

Jacquimac

Part 9

The older members of the British Legion joined in on this song , If you looked at the faces that could be seen you could see them remembering the war years and the sadness when they remember old friends and comrades.

The narrations were great as before ,The jive band followed by Lester sing the Al Bowly song

Goodnight Sweetheart, all my prayers are for you
Goodnight Sweetheart, I'll be watching o'er you

Andrew’s Dilemma

Part 11

By, Cain129

Special Thanks to Wren Phoenix for the editing.

Synopsis: All of my life I believed that there was no such thing as miracles. I’ve prayed ever since I first came to understand whom and what I really was, but everything that I had known had pretty much changed over night with just six words. “You have always been a girl.” How is it possible? I really don’t know, nor do I really care. To me, it was a miracle and a gift beyond all comparison, even though I’m pretty much scared to death.

Andrew’s Dilemma

Images 27

Chapter 27

“Ugnh!” Is the first thing out of my mouth and I’ve no idea how I’m not swearing. I hurt in about six or seven spots and there’s this smell on me. There’s kids and a few parents panicking and I hear dad.

“Jenna!, Jenna! Are you alright?!”

“Yeah, I’m…” I look at my arms and it’s splattered with bright yellow.
It’s paint.
Paint.
They shot at Hunter with paintball guns.

I look down at Hunter who’s bawling her eyes out and hugging my waist until dad’s there in a flash. I pass her to him and start running.

Concert of Remembrance

by

Jacquimac

Part 7

It was Friday before I could practice again, I`d tried a couple of times since I got home but couldn`t concentrate, I had to ring Julie about rehearsals tonight because I had forgotten were we doing it.

As soon as we arrived at the church hall everyone was asking how I was, was I ok to rehease?, I assured them that except for a slight headache I was fine.