Soldier He hugs his gun to his shoulder The barrel shiny and slick His finger resting on a trigger His other waiting to flick. His grenade swings limply while he walks His boots are caked in mud And as he looks to the ground He thinks "Maybe even in blood". He sits with his back to the trench The colour drained from his eyes They betray his #life's decay From taking far too many lives. He takes a small step, feet shaking, heart racing His breath comes in pants, he feels slightly bolder His fingers on triggers, his heart pounding loud This, he breathes, is the #life of a soldier

Skate Pools of water sit In hollows of ice, As you skate you slip, Slide, slither. Your Rosy cheeks burn brightly, Your eyes shine with an intriguing glow. Icy fingers stuffed in sodden woollen gloves, As I watch you skate on past. One eye, slightly smaller than the other Masked by a clump of soft brown hair; It watches the path you carve so delicately, Warily, carefully. Sliced ice follows you Fresh, with new pain and A new cool, As I watch you skate on past

Ideas So I want to write a story, and I always have ideas but never ever manage to finish them and get them into proper chapters and eventually a proper book. So, I was wondering if any of you had good ideas for a book or just how to keep a story going to get lots of chapters so that it becomes a proper book! Thanks x

Tick Tock Tick tock Rocked the clock Seconds passing Each second faster than the last Getting much to fast Everything's the past Tick tock Mocks the grandfather clock Sitting by his rocking chair Mocking you with an aged air Ticking on Tocking on Seconds into minutes and then minutes into hours never stopping never tocking never pausing never faulting waiting for the day to end to start again and once again just never stopping never tocking never pausing never wanting Tick tock Hissed the laughing clock

Halloween The night is choked with chill A scream in the wind, a trill A witch with her broom runs around To homes and soft candy is bound The dead walk around with white sacks Groaning for sweets they want back Vampires and ghouls laugh and fright Lurking in the dark of the night This night you surely have been For this is just old Halloween