- 21st of March – Season 2 Ruben Rothschild was a typical seventeen-year-old boy: fascinated by pretty girls, liked action movies and absolutely loved fast cars. That’s why he was so happy...
By: Beesting |
Category: Drama |
Score: 5|
Added: 23 Mar 2021
- It’s been ten years, but I can still pull colours from the corners of my mind. Letting me see rays of light that give way to hues of gold and red that carpet the grass. If only for a moment.
By: Ayla |
Category: Micro Fiction |
Score: 5|
Added: 22 Oct 2020
- Breezes usher in on an orchestrated serenade of autumn. It enters cool and sedated, as subtle as the high notes of a summer song. Where once the raucous of beach-laughter and jubilant screams blended...
By: Tams |
Category: Micro Fiction |
Score: 5|
Added: 15 Oct 2020
- In the first springtime of our love Everything was as fresh and new, And tender as the bright green leaves Bursting forth from winter’s drab coat, Alive with burgeoning desire And the joy of revelati...
By: Kavyansh |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 20 Aug 2018
- The olives and the ochres of withered blades, Of conkers and hazel all through the glade Dark evenings, too soon the clock going back, Squirrels secreting their nutty snacks A ring of fairies dan...
By: DannyX |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 18 Sep 2017
- Cold and crisp, the air bites my face And my breath leaves with elegant grace I stand and see the waning sun's glare I close my eyes and I stare I take a step, over the peat I feel the path...
By: Martin |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 11 Jan 2017
- It was a day just like today I remember, Unseasonably mild for late in October; The trees were still apparelled in splendid colours, The shades of autumn, oranges and reds, rich browns, And brilli...
By: Kavyansh |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 15 Sep 2016
- She holds the waning Gold of Autumn Always in her iris', Illuminating cold grey landscapes With her tiger eyes, Long after the colored leaves have
By: TheGreatValette |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 10 Nov 2015
- I hate summer, Because of the Hot weather. But I love it so, For the outdoor fun. The hiking, The swimming, And especially, The camping. I love the tank tops, Shorts and sandals. The sun dr...
By: littlemunchkin |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 17 Sep 2015
- This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. So bright the birch leaves on my lawn, So soft their drift in weak sun's blaze; A spark of flame on ...
By: Daisy |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 25 Oct 2013
- Please note that this is a teaching story for children. I have included some xhosa words, so they can learn both facts and a new language in a fun way that helps them understand rather than merely me...
By: Sherzahd |
Category: Childrens |
Score: 5|
Added: 23 Jan 2013
- The brilliance of it shines pale grey-white like a seagull's feathers in the sea of black inky oil, giving her the only light there was. The leaves in hues of red and shades of brown, yellows and oran...
By: Colors_of_the_Wind |
Category: Flash Fiction |
Score: 5|
Added: 03 Jan 2013
- Wind-torn from their perch Tenacious leaves stay aloft 'Til fate
By: magnificent1rascal |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 04 Nov 2012
- The fiercest heat of blazing sun has finally stretched its arms And yawned its way towards the stairs embraced in cooling balms Of fresh-breathed northern winds that chase the southern cloying h...
By: Daisy |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 20 Sep 2012
- As dying jewels of autumnal air Display their languished colours fair, ‘Twixt earth and sky the wraiths o’erhead Do drop their garments as a bed. The clothéd arms outstretched, aquiver, Do grasp ...
By: Daisy |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 25 Apr 2012
- When the autumn wind starts to blow, The trees in the forest put on a colourful show, Yellows, browns, gold and reds, And the animals curl up snug in their beds. When dry leaves fall to the groun...
By: Sherzahd |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 14 Jul 2011
- It was a beautiful autumn morning in London. I woke up to the birds chirping outside my window. I yawned and slowly got out of my bed. I looked at my bedside table and found my phone. I looked at the ...
By: xilyalotx |
Category: Drama |
Score: 5|
Added: 22 May 2011