Our+Stories

=**__ Our Stories __**= ==== This is a place for us to share our creative writing. From poetry, short-stories, creative responses and RAPS (!), here is the place to publish your work. Make sure you include a **title** and a **name!** ====


 * Blank stares at a white page**


 * A pen resting in my hand**


 * Eyes closed in waiting**


 * A snake slowly slithers through my subconscious**


 * Bringing with it the seeds of thought**


 * A light bulb flashes**


 * My eyes open with a snap**


 * My pen flies across the paper**


 * Writing before the thoughts are gone**


 * An idea is born.**
 * - Emilie Stocker**

I just love this, Emilie! Such vivid imagery (eyes closed in waiting, a snake slowly slithering through your subconscious, eyes opening with a snap). I love the subtle rhyme in the final moments. Ms. Morris

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When you know it’s the one for you

When one plus one equals two

That’s when you know an idea is born

It feels like magic

And you feel ecstatic

That’s when you know the idea is born

You grab a piece of paper

Then three seconds later

Everyone knows an idea is born

This poem has a lovely rhythm, achieved through strong use of repetition. I also love the use of the word 'you' as it engages the reader, and creates a an intimate tone. Beautiful! Ms. Morris
 * - Sofia Grage-Moore**

=__An Idea is born__ = When an idea hits you, it doesn’t really hit. It starts more as a rustle, Then you start to knit.

Because when you knit It grows, grows bigger like your mum, Grows bigger than your mind, Then your overcome.

This idea you’ve had, it has to grow, It has to have more space. You must put it down on paper, Put it in its place.

You have reached for the paper, You have reached for a pen. You try to remember what your idea was, Again and again and again.

But it’s gone, just like that, Your brilliant idea is done. Forever lost, forever left. Never to be heard of again. -Mandalay Davis this poems a bit silly because i couldnt find rhyming words. :P

An idea is born, When you close your eyes, You have to let it form, It’s as limitless as the skies.
 * An Idea Is Born **

An idea is born, In your dreams, It might be torn, Or not as it seems.

An idea is born, When you’re talking with friends, It could be as loud as a horn, And it has to come to an end.

-By Elise Wiltshire -wowza i loved the first verse veeeeeerry lovely-Mandalay