Congratulations to our winner

From the start you tell yourself no way. This Battle is far too great, The road too long.

The fallen curtain muffled the sound of applause. Jessie struck Brad with her bouquet, the red petals dripped to the ground. “You pig,” she exclaimed as she stormed into the wings, “You didn’t have to stick your tongue halfway down my throat for that final kiss.”

It was a frigid February day with overcast skies When Dad asked us to sit and cleared his throat to say, “Kids, I know this news will come as a surprise,

I guess I knew about Brian all along. Although he is five years older, we have always been close and never really had a problem hanging out.

I got my first guitar for Christmas in 2004. I had just turned fourteen, still on the immature, lower side of being a teenager, but with enough foresight to know that I wanted to play music. I was pretty late to the game though (or at least I thought).

Isabella Palmer stood at her window. Unutterable sorrow dominated her thoughts. The tension of struggling tears which yearned for an outlet, was building up.