Mantaspook Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 The Young Writers Thread. This thread is specifically for young writers aged 10 to 15. The writing group policy is that all password holders must be aged 16 or over, however, to encourage the young talent we have started this sticky thread so that writers aged 10-15 can ‘publish’ their work in the open section of the writers group and the existing members can offer constructive help & advice where appropriate. Please note that any work uploaded into the “open section” in not copyright protected and is accessible by the general public via the internet. All contributors must comply with the usual Sheffield Forum rules concerning decency / swearing etc. How to upload your story. 1. Click on the “Post Reply” button (at the top left of this page) 2. Cut & paste your story in the message box that appears. 3. Click the “submit reply” button. Then pop back later to view the feedback left by the other writers. You do not have to put your name or age on your work if you don’t want to, but please give your work a title! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mantaspook Posted March 2, 2007 Author Share Posted March 2, 2007 My little Angel In the day I dream of pain Whilst time runs through my hands. In the night I dream of you Upon your magic cloud. Hush now my little angel Wait for me One day I’ll stay asleep. Then I can come and be with you. My life will be complete. By Jennifer PS This is all her own work, she asked me for a word to rhyme with ‘sleep’ then 5 minutes later plonked this on my desk. Talented little critter isn’t she? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shoeshine Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 My little Angel In the day I dream of pain Whilst time runs through my hands. In the night I dream of you Upon your magic cloud. Hush now my little angel Wait for me One day I’ll stay asleep. Then I can come and be with you. My life will be complete. By Jennifer PS This is all her own work, she asked me for a word to rhyme with ‘sleep’ then 5 minutes later plonked this on my desk. Talented little critter isn’t she? Jennifer is a better writer than me! I loved that piece. Keep writing Jennifer, please. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 Is this your daughter Mantaspook. ? Shes very good, puts us lot to shame. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shoeshine Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 Is this your daughter Mantaspook. ? Shes very good, puts us lot to shame. Doesn't she just..... If you hear a wet flop, pattricia, it's me throwing the towel into the ring! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 Doesn't she just..... If you hear a wet flop, pattricia, it's me throwing the towel into the ring! Think I will throw mine in as well. If this is the quality of writing to come, God help us lot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hennypenny Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 Hello Jennifer, I am Polkadotacne writing on my mum's account. I really liked your poem. Wish I knew how old you were. PM me or something, 'kay? -Polkie, age 11 Here's my poem below. I wrote it last year. A Day Oranges and reds curve across the field. A cricket chirps, safe in the knowledge that this has happened before. The sun tenderly sets itself down brimming over the top of the horizon. The sky is streaked with colours and shadows are creeping on beneath all of us. The sun is gone, leaving a thousand pins on a black jacket. A world of silver light. A great round moon in the sky clouded over once, twice, many times. The blanket of darkness creeps away. Lilacs and lacy blues, stark against white sky. A shy sun peers around, and rises. It goes round, round. Everything starts again. Always. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 Polkie, thats beautiful. Its wonderful to read childrens writing like this. I wonder why they are so natural at poetry.Hope we get more from you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hennypenny Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 Here is another poem I did in 2005. Polkie, age 11. Waiting for a swing They lie upon the grass Or lean against a pole And a complaint, a bribe Is this what we have to offer? And those above us still carry on Ignoring quavering pleas Up and down, up and down A movement, a deed So they'll lie there for eternity 'Till their souls are finally freed And they, too, will rise up To fall down, down.... here we are again And so still we lie here The grass so fresh and sweet While those above us live.... and here we are still.... waiting for a swing.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brisbane Posted March 2, 2007 Share Posted March 2, 2007 They are really lovely pieces of work, I think the rest of us have our work cut out!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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