The sun goes down,

No stars come up.

The summer days

Are far away,

Memories from way back.

Winter season comes again,

Yet with no first snowfall,

No cold, blue days,

No frosty-rimmed windowsill,

The winter

Is dead and still.

 

I wrote that on the night where my dog had a 40% chance of dying :/. What do you think? I don't normally write poetry... I'm a bit rubbish.

 

STORIES.

Which beginning do you like more?

   Fergus Smith stood at the bus station, waiting for the number ten bus. A few of the people from his school were there too. He leant on the wall behind him and pulled out his phone. Whilst his attention was fully on playing Sudoku, he never noticed something brush against his leg, only for a moment, and whatever it was, was gone soon after.

   The bus stopped with an ear piercing screech, and the children pushed past each other to get a seat next to their friend. Fergus ambled along behind, still playing Sudoku.

   “Hey, mate,” the bus driver, Trevor Wilkins said to Fergus.

   “Yeah, hi,” he replied half-heartedly. Fergus took a seat next to a young boy, who was gazing dreamily out of the window. Fergus was still playing Sudoku.

   The boy was considerably shorter than Fergus, probably a year or two below him. The boy looked at him through big brown eyes behind gl*censored*es.

   “Watcha doing?” he asked annoyingly, peering over at Fergus’s phone, where the word ‘WINNER’ was flashing on the screen, and pixel confetti floated down to nowhere.

 

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