All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Midnight Stories
The girl's pen
Scratches across the page,
Her father is in the garage,
Wondering where she went.
From the ink,
A character rises,
Dark as midnight in the wild,
Stars shining in it's eyes and
Leaves rustling in it's ears.
The girl with the birdsong voice wanders away,
The Midnight Wild following behind,
Bounding ahead,
Hopping into the air,
Nearly flying.
Soon the girl is at the edge,
She can go no farther into the deep,
The forest that shimmers,
Visible only to those who believe.
The Midnight Wild stops behind her,
Suddenly grounded,
Dripping ink against the dark green grass.
Somewhere, a clock chimes midnight.
The Midnight Wild lumbers into the forest,
The girl, eyes full of sunshine,
Crying behind him,
Letting her friend, her story,
The creature of ink,
Leave her forever.
Back at the garage,
Sunshine gone, birdsong voice raspy again,
Covered in grease,
She keeps the memories close.
They are the one thing she can't write down,
Safe forever in her mind.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.