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rhiannon Jul 2019
Shakespeare uses language in several ways to show us Macbeth’s emotions and behaviour. In the first scene Macbeth is concerned that although he has killed Duncan,there are those that suspect him and may cause him harm in the future.He uses the metaphor of a ‘scorched’snake that has only been wounded and will fight again another day as a metaphor for his situation.This reference to poisonous or dangerous creatures is repeated later in the scene when Macbeth says ‘o’full of scorpions in my mind,dear wife!’which sounds like the anguished cry of someone who cannot find peace.You can imagine him clutching his head on stage.

Another way Macbeth’s feelings are described is when he talks about sleep.Sleep is mentioned lots of times in the play so it is obviously on Macbeth’s mind,which is not surprising considering he has committed ******.’eat our meal in fear and sleep’which references how much he’s worrying.In this scene he talks about how it is ‘better’ to be with the dead who have been sent ‘to peace’.He mentions that Duncan now ‘sleeps well’ almost as if he envies the people he has murdered.

In the same scene, there are some particularly strong descriptions of night time made by Macbeth.He mentions things to do with the night-the ‘bat’, the ‘shard-borne beetle’ and later the ‘crow’ and the ‘th’rooky wood’.These are all ‘black agents’ of the night and through Macbeth’s mention of them he is kind of associating himself with them.Therefore,although he can’t sleep-he wants night to come because it is when he can commit ******.The scene ends with him hiding information from his wife-he reveals no more that that he is going to do a ‘dead of dreadful note’.This is powerful because we know what Macbeth has planned, but Lady Macbeth doesn’t ,through the use of dramatic irony.

The second scene is very different because Banquo has been murdered and you think that maybe Macbeth will now be a little more relaxed and feel safe. But when he sees the ghost of Banquo even though he tries to cover up his feelings he cannot.’ avaunt and quit my sight!let the earth hide thee!thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold’.These descriptions of the 'living-but dead’ Banquo really shows how Macbeth is shaking. He cannot believe how real it is.’ can such thing be/and overcome us like a summer’s cloud?’

This simile links to other descriptions of day and night, light and darkness that have surfaced in the play. Macbeth then goes on to talk about the supernatural and seems almost to be talking in a witch-like spell-‘blood will have blood.stones have been known to move and trees to speak.’

From this,and all his reference to night and creatures of the night,it seems as if Macbeth is feeling and behaving like a devilish creature himself so that at the end of the scene it is not surprising when he uses the metaphor of being ‘stepped in so far’ in blood, like a river crossing, so that he can’t go back.

He ends his last verse speech with a couplet as if he has made up his mind and can’t now change things’strange things I have in head that will to hand/which must be acted ere they may be scanned’.
rhiannon Mar 2019
Once upon a time there was a brave girl called Alison Parker. She was on the way to see her mum Michelle Ramsbottom, when she decided to take a short cut through Wyre Forest.

It wasn’t long before Alison got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Bunny, but Bunny was nowhere to be found! Alison began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Bunny. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw a kind werewolf dressed in a black skirt disappearing into the trees.

“How odd!” thought Alison.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed werewolf. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Alison reached a clearing. She found herself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from carrots, a house made from biscuits, a house made from cakes and a house made from pancakes.

Alison could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

“Hello!” she called. “Is anybody there?”

Nobody replied.

Alison looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else’s chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Alison a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Bunny!

“Bunny!” shouted Alison. She turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”

The witch just shrugged.

“Give Bunny back!” cried Alison.

“Not on your nelly!” said the witch.

“At least let Bunny out of that cage!”

Before she could reply, three kind werewolves rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Alison recognised the one in the black skirt that she’d seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.

“Hello Big Werewolf,” said the witch.

“Good morning.” The werewolf noticed Bunny. “Who is this?”

“That’s Bunny,” explained the witch.

“Ooh! Bunny would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!” demanded the werewolf.

The witch shook her head. “Bunny is staying with me.”

“Um… Excuse me…” Alison interrupted. “Bunny lives with me! And not in a cage!”

Big Werewolf ignored her. “Is there nothing you’ll trade?” he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, “I do like to be entertained. I’ll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door.”

Big Werewolf looked at the house made from pancakes and said, “No problem, I could eat an entire house made from pancakes if I wanted to.”

“That’s nothing,” said the next werewolf. “I could eat twohouses.”

“There’s no need to show off,” said the witch. Just eat one front door and I’ll let you have Bunny.”

Alison watched, feeling very worried. She didn’t want the witch to give Bunny to Big Werewolf. She didn’t think Bunny would like living with a kind werewolf, away from her house and all her other toys.

The other two werewolves watched while Big Werewolf put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Big Werewolf. “Just you watch!”

Big Werewolf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from biscuits. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Werewolf started to get bigger – just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of biscuits, he grew to the size of a large snowball – and he was every bit as round.

“Erm… I don’t feel too good,” said Big Werewolf.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He’d grown so round that he could no longer balance!

“Help!” he cried, as he rolled off down a ***** into the forest.

Big Werewolf never finished eating the front door made from biscuits and Bunny remained trapped in the witch’s cage.Average Werewolf stepped up, and approached the house made from cakes.

“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Average Werewolf. “Just you watch!”

Average Werewolf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cakes. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After a while, Average Werewolf started to look a little queasy. She grew greener…

   …and greener.

A woodcutter walked into the clearing. “What’s this bush doing here?” he asked.

“I’m not a bush, I’m a werewolf!” said Average Werewolf.

“It talks!” exclaimed the woodcutter. “Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I’d better take it away before somebody gets hurt.”

“No! Wait!” cried Average Werewolf, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the werewolf away under his arm.

Average Werewolf never finished eating the front door made from cakes and Bunny remained trapped in the witch’s cage.Little Werewolf stepped up, and approached the house made from pancakes.

“I’ll eat this whole house,” said Little Werewolf. “Just you watch!”

Little Werewolf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from pancakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Werewolf started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.

He stopped eating pancakes for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.

But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Werewolf into the sky.

“Aggghhhhhh!” cried Little Werewolf. “I’m scared of heigh…”

Little Werewolf was never seen again.

Little Werewolf never finished eating the front door made from pancakes and Bunny remained trapped in the witch’s cage.

“That’s it,” said the witch. “I win. I get to keep Bunny.”

“Not so fast,” said Alison. “There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from carrots. And I haven’t had a turn yet.

“I don’t have to give you a turn!” laughed the witch. “My game. My rules.”

The woodcutter’s voice carried through the forest. “I think you should give her a chance. It’s only fair.”

“Fine,” said the witch. “But you saw what happened to the werewolves. She won’t last long.”

“I’ll be right back,” said Alison.

“What?” said the witch. “Where’s your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Bunny back.”

Alison ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from carrots and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece.

Alison sat down on a nearby log.

“You fail!” cackled the witch. “You were supposed to eat the whole door.”

“I haven’t finished,” explained Alison. “I am just waiting for my food to go down.”

When Alison’s food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from carrots. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Alison was down to the final piece of the door made from carrots. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Alison had eaten the entire front door of the house made from carrots.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. “You must have tricked me!” she said. “I don’t reward cheating!”

“I don’t think so!” said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. “This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Bunny or I will chop your broomstick in half.”

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Alison hurried over and grabbed Bunny, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Bunny was unharmed.

Alison thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Michelle. It was starting to get dark.

When Alison got to Michelle’s house, her mum threw her arms around her.

“I was so worried!” cried Michelle. “You are very late.”

As Alison described her day, she could tell that Michelle didn’t believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.

“What’s that?” asked Michelle.

Alison unwrapped a doorknob made from biscuits. “Pudding!” she said.

Michelle almost fell off her chair.

The End
rhiannon Sep 2018
Alone in Darkness

the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we.
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by guilt.
all hope must surely perish.

your love is no more.
how could you leave me?
angels surround us, crying,
we have lost our light.
rhiannon Mar 2019
Casper Sparrow is a slim, smart and hilarious actor from Ohio. His life is going nowhere until he meets Heather Wishmonger, a handsome, pale woman with a passion for music.

Casper takes an instant disliking to Heather and the spiteful and mean ways she learnt during her years in Europe.

However, when a lion tries to punch Casper, Heather springs to the rescue. Casper begins to notices that Heather is actually rather down to earth at heart.

But, the pressures of Heather's job as a swordsman leave her blind to Casper's affections and Casper takes up reading to try an distract herself.

Finally, when brutal painter, Michelle Blast, threatens to come between them, Heather has to act fast. But will they ever find the passionate love that they deserve?
rhiannon Mar 2019
Hannah is a medical student with a serious addiction to video games
~ A Biography ~
Hannah Lauren Donaldson is a 22-year-old medical student who enjoys adult colouring books, cookery and spreading fake news on Facebook. She is gentle and generous, but can also be very sad and a bit depressed.

She is addicted to video games, something which her friend Oscar Dustin Hammond pointed out when she was 18. The problem intensified in 2019.

She is English who defines herself as straight. She is currently at college. studying medicine. She is obsessed with selfies.

Physically, Hannah is in good shape. She is average-height with bronze skin, grey hair and brown eyes. She has sticking-out-ears.

She grew up in a middle class neighbourhood. Her father left when she was young, leaving her with her mother, who was an addict.

She is currently in a relationship with Horace Keith Cummings. Horace is 18 years older than her and works as a builder.

Hannah's best friend is a medical student called Oscar Hammond. They get on well most of the time. She also hangs around with Brandon Reynolds and Carmen Watts. They enjoy playing video games together.
rhiannon Mar 2019
You left this life,but forgot to…

Teach my heart,to live without you.

When i couldn’t stand it for a minute,

And now a lifetime,without you in it.

I feel so alone,my heart is shattered,

All is gone,that ever mattered.

I hate it here,all on my own

How do i live,life all alone.

I never thought i’d lose you,

But here i am,

Standing alone,

Without you by my side.

Now you’re gone,

I don’t know what to do,

Without you,

I’m going crazy,

I’m trying to hold on,

To keep strong,

But it just doestn’t feel right,

I’m waiting here,

My arms wide open,

Tears running down my face,

Ready for you to return,

Even if it takes forever,

My sister,Sienna.

The moment i realized,

My sister just died.

My hands cradled my face,

And i frantically cried.

Why did this happen,

And how could this be?

She had so much to live for

We could clearly see.

My heart simply dropped,

And felt a sharp pain.

My tears fell instantly,

Like a severe,August rain.
rhiannon Mar 2019
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
lying
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
rhiannon Mar 2019
A million words

Would not bring

You back,I know

Because i tried.

A million tears,

Would not bring

You back,I know

Because i cried.

Sometimes in life,you just

Need a hug,No words,No advice,

Just a hug to make you feel better.
sister died 09/03/19
depressed
self harming
rhiannon Mar 2019
I bottle up everything,

I hide my emotions,

I pretend to be okay,

It’s not healthy,

I know,

But i don’t want

People to be worried about me!

Slash my hand,as tears drip

Like the heavy rain

that thunders against the window,

Blood stains,Scars remain

You think i’m fine

Because i smile

But inside i’m not.

My heart aches for

My precious sister to

return,i wait

I cry for her,still

Noone comes.
Depressed,self harm,scars,tears,sadness,sister,death,heart aches,
Sister died 9/03/19
rhiannon Jan 2019
No one seems to love me,
No one seems to care,
and even when i'm crying
they act as if i'm not there,
Why am i even living?
When no one even cares.
i just want to end my life,
To stop all this upset being around.
Then no one will be laughing,
Or constantly teasing me,
Cuz they'll be regretting it
When they stand in front
of my dead body.
Why am i alive?
Why am i here?
It's clearly pointless when
no one around here
cares a crap about my
feelings or how their words
affect me but about how much
they can upset me.
I'm going to end my life!
rhiannon May 2019
You have an empty feeling that comes from within
You long to share your feelings but no one will listen
You reach out for open arms, but nobody is there
Your tears fall to the ground, but nobody cares
You pick up the phone, but have no one to call
You feel overwhelmed; your mind is a crawl
You lay in your bed in the light of the moon
Just so you don’t see those who aren’t there for you

I open my eyes
But it’s better they stay closed
For what misery today will bring
I just don’t know

Every day is like the one before
I find I’m more hurt and lost
Than ever before

I can’t remember a time
Where I was happy and smiling
It feels like forever
That inside I’ve been dying

It’s strange
But I’ve got used to it
Being this way
It’s part of my life now
Depressed everyday

I thrive on the sadness
That tears at my heart
I find some sort of comfort in it
This pain that rips me apart

I was once smiling
Once warm
And so care free
Now I look at myself
And say
“What has happened to me?”

What made me this way?
So cold and lost
Were the memories so bad
That I forced them to be forgot

How can I break free?
And leave this behind
I’m tired of being this way all the time

I just want to be held close
But I know I will push everyone away
I’m too scared to let anyone in
Because I know no one will stay

How do you fix a soul
Which has pieces long gone
How do you fix a life
That has gone so badly wrong

How do you save me?
When I’ve fallen so far
How can you heal these wounds
Which have turned to scars?

This is who I am
Every day and every night
Sad isn’t it?
When all i want is to be happy,to have a friend,to forget the past
i am always depressed,lonely,self harming,scared,having panic attacks,flashbacks of the past
I'm suicidal!
rhiannon Jan 2019
Dear diary,
It was hard at first to speak out at last,
Knowing i have been judged for expressing my feelings in the past.
I was nervous,But  also happy that i was getting it all off my chest.I felt better knowing i wasn't laughed at for having emotions but listened to and understood.I felt that by talking to people who understand i could be more confident and less scared of what might be said.It seemed hard at first as i have trapped my feelings in a book for so many years but it will be worth it as i will actually have a shoulder to  cry on,someone to talk to and less things getting to me all of the time.It made me feel stronger,more confident and i felt like i could be who i actually am without the worry of being judged.It  has been so hard keeping all my feelings in and acting happy to public when i know i'm not so i think i'm glad i can finally have someone who i can talk to who actually understands.
From,
Rcarter
x
rhiannon Jan 2019
Dreams!
I get laughed at,
i get ignored,
i often feel trapped,
and i keep my thoughts stored.

People can be cruel
and very mean,
but no matter what i follow my dreams.

Life has waves;
i know that.
but i stand brave
and just take the crap.
i may feel exhausted
but no matter what,
i follow my dreams.

i know what i want,
and i won't stop trying.
Quitting?i can't
for now i'm flying.
it's impossible it seems,
but no matter what
i follow my dreams.
please don't judge.i have had an extemily bad childhood and find it hard to cope.it's  lucky i'm still here cuz i tried to **** my self years ago.so be supportive.thanks!
rhiannon Jan 2019
It doesn’t matter if

Your black, white, Asian

Or mixed race,

It’s your personality

That counts.

It doesn’t matter

Whether you’re disabled

Or not,

We are all equal.

It doesn’t matter if

You’re lesbian, straight,

Or even gay,

Love is love

No matter who

You have a

Relationship with.

We may look different,

But we are similar

In many ways,

With all the things

We like,

And interests we have.

Without diversity

Where would the

Culture be?

We are all equal,

We are all unique,

We should all be

Respected

And given the same

Opportunity.

Think of all the

Different music,

Foods and art

And ask yourself,

Where would this be

If there wasn’t

Human diversity?

And next time

You want to judge

Think about how

It will affect others

And respect

Everyone you see.
rhiannon Jan 2019
It doesn’t matter what race, religion or ethnic background you’re from, everyone deserves to have the same opportunity to succeed. No one should be treated differently for being different. It doesn’t matter whether you’re disabled or not because we should be treated equal and not judged for having something wrong with you. We should respect each other for who we are and not what we choose to believe in.Many people are discriminated against for their race, religion, disability or even gender. It isn’t right. We should be supporting each other not upsetting each other. We may have different interests but there is somethings we are all good at. We should be proud to be different, it is what makes us unique.

Have you ever been discriminated against? Or felt scared of being judged for who you are? Or isolated from the rest of the class for being different? It’s horrid! Everyone should be given the same chance to do things or go to places without the fear of being treated like a foreigner. Have you ever been stopped from having the job because of your race or gender? Told “Sorry, you’re not right for the job!” while you watch someone else get the job. No one deserves to put up with this. Yes, we are different but we are different in a good way-Wouldn’t it be a boring society if we were all the same. Respect the fact you have someone with different hobbies or interests to talk to and encourage them to do well. It would be a much happier place to live in if no one judged people for what they like, do or believe in and just learnt to accept everyone for who we actually are.
rhiannon Jan 2019
In a strange world.It feels like i’m dreaming,it’s just really strange. No one understands.It’s hard to explain.They just see my happy and don’t seem to know that i am upset inside-just because i’m smiling to be polite.It feels like i’m getting weaker and weaker every day.I find it hard to sleep.It’s hard to let out how i feel so it’s just trapped inside a book in me-i get scared people will judge for how i feel or laugh if i cried.It is difficult to cope with the constant fear of failure or nightmares of failing the exams.I’m stressed.I’m worried.There’s just too much on my mind.I try not to cry.I try to be strong but on the inside i’m weak.Why is this happening to me?Why?It is like i’m trapped inside my own feelings trying to find a route to escape.
rhiannon May 2019
No feeling

There is happiness around me,

then why do i feel sad.

There is everything around me,then why do i feel bad.

i feel gloomy and at a loss of words,

i know its kind of absurd,

but i feel some kind of pain within,

A strange emptiness that i feel,

I really don’t know the reason for it,

but life is hurting me, bit by bit!

I hate this feeling

I hate this feeling of being so lonely,

Without someone around who understands me,

i may be surrounded by lots of friends

Yet i long someone to fill this emptiness within me.
i am feeling suicidal
rhiannon Mar 2019
Chapter one:

Me and Rose!Both best friends.We may not always be together in distance but always in heart.

There was a time when we were very young that we fallen out.We were both tired and exhausted so started arguing.I felt so upset.I felt like we weren’t going to see each other ever…ever…AGAIN!

Then i went along every lunch time crying and crying until a week later when Rose came up to me…

I thought we were going to argue again and shivered uncontrollably in fear.But…But…But…

I was wrong!

Rose came up to me looking sad and tears fell down her tiny pink face.She apologized and she did too.

Chapter two:

We were friends.Best friends.All the way through primary school.Then we was still best friends through secondary school.We never fell out again since nursery.

Wow!

A long long time and we’re still friends.

We baked cakes and cookies together.We went shopping together.We went over to each others houses and had amazing sleepovers.It felt like a dream was coming true.

We sat by each other on the bus to college and in our coursework we helped each other.We then sat by each other on the journey home.

We had everything we could dream of!

Chapter three:

We went to university together two years later and had the time of our life.

We both done the same courses-English literature& Health and social care.We had a part time job on weekends and always loved messing about whilst waiting for our customers.It was great!

We had an holiday in the summer to Disney World and had a great time together.We had loads of memories of our time together by our constant silly selfies in Disney costumes.It felt like we was little kids again.
rhiannon Mar 2019
Matilda is an eight year old girl who loves to read.She was horrible parents who hate her because she loves to learn.She feels sad when she is around them so gets a book from the library and reads in the garden.The garden comes to life.the puppies talk and the birds sing.The beautiful animals give her company and cheer her up.

She closes her eyes and wishes for happiness .She reads stories to the frogs,birds and fish and they sit patiently listening to her read magical tales about happiness.

She knows how much her parents hate super glue so she glues the inside of her dad’s hat and the top of her mom’s walking-stick.

Pleased with her cunning plan,Matilda then goes to the living room to wait.Then out of nowhere she hears a piercing scream.Her dad has got his hat stuck to his head and her mom has her walking stick stuck to her hand.Matilda laughs and then runs along to the magical garden.

She wishes again.Then opening her eyes she sees herself inside a beautiful castle.She reads and plays everyday in happiness.

One day she meets a handsome prince and lives happily ever after…
rhiannon Jan 2019
Globalization affects us.Have you realized just how much workers are suffering from the dangerous working conditions and extreme long hours?It’s horrible!We go into work not knowing if the building will collapse.Recently,a woman has fainted at work from being overtired and hungry.Over 50,000 workers have been sent to emergency services each year for injuries.Don’t this make you care!Don’t this make you realize how much globalization has affected us.These big TNC’s coming in has increased the working poor and economic inequalities of many Asian countries.It seems that you don’t care how much we’re suffering because you earn so much money from us.Something needs to be done.Someone needs to listen.NOW!Before it’s too late.These injuries may turn into deaths before someone listens.Haven’t you even realized just how much carbon dioxide is being put into the atmosphere and our water systems from the big company’s operating in our country.It affects our health.Many workers end up suffering with askema or lung diseases or have diseases from drinking contaminated water.Don’t you want to save our people or even future generations from suffering like we have.If you do then you have got to listen and do something.
rhiannon Mar 2019
Alone in the middle of the woods the fairies fly…

I wandered through the tangled trees and hear a silent cry…

I follow the noise until i find a small girl alone…

I help her home and read to her every night until she shows a smile…

Us fairies wander and help those who are sad and together happiness is made.
rhiannon Apr 2019
You pretend you care
you pretend you understand
you make me feel special
then you shout in my face
and tell me to
F* off *****!
and make me cry
i feel worthless
suicidal
useless
depressed
lonely
and i don't
want to
live anymore
so say bye
because i'm
going,going
gone!
i'm going,
going
dead!
so bye to the world
because you won't see me again
i'm fed up
of living with all the abuse
threatened
bullied
abused
used
why should i keep
living with this
so baby,i'm going
going gone!
never trust anyone
they betray you
use you
abuse you
depress you
and make you feel
like your never
meant to belong
so bye everyone
i'm going to heaven!
rhiannon Feb 2019
Heart Broken!
Holly’s Story:

Snow swirled around the misty,dark forest as i walked through carefully.Dead leaves crunched and the wind blew heavily.Trees swayed from side to side,shaking colourful leaves onto the ground.Red,orange and green.The colours of the beautiful Autumn.I was alone,listening to the birds sing their sad,melancholy tunes as they flew past.Cold air blew against my back.I shuddered.And turned to the icy footpath.I skipped along merrily,chasing the little birds as i went.The dark approached and i found it harder to see where i was but i still happily played with the squirrels and robins as i walked home.

It was now pitch black outside and i completely lost where i was.I continued nervously.My heart beating fast.As i was walking i could hear footsteps moving towards me.I stopped and listened.The footsteps seemed to be getting closer to me and approaching more quickly.I turned around but couldn’t see anything.Then i tripped.I stood back up.As i was about to run something grabbed my arm and pulled me.Who was it?Where is it taking me?I scream.

I tried to wriggle however the hands gripped more tightly and and stayed firmly against my small,cold arms.A couple of minutes later,i stopped wriggling as i started to feel extremely tired and soon i fell asleep,breathing in the cold air.

The beautiful sun awoke me and i stood up,brushing the Autumn leaves off my ripped,muddy jeans.I walked through the hanging branches and shadowed trees.Something was moving in the distance.I concentrated hard and saw a dark figure moving towards me confidently.As it approached i could make out a face.It’s eyes as blue as the ocean and features pale.It stared at me with an expression of hatred and loathing.It was wearing dark clothes and was extremely thin.

It moved from behind the shadowed trees and i started to recognize it.My ex-boyfriend.He looked sad but he glared at me with hatred.It seemed like he wanted some sort of revenge on me but it was hard to tell as he also looked sad.As if he wanted to tell me something but just couldn’t bring it into words.

It all started last summer.It was the hottest day of the year.The sun beamed its hot rays and smiled cheerfully at the playful children.I walked through the grounds of the house to the lake.There stood Alex.I placed the flowers on the fountain side and picked up the vase.”Here,i’ll help you,”Alex said as he tried to grab hold of the vase.”No,no,i can do it.”i replied.He continued to pull,insisting that he should help and…The vase smashed into tiny pieces.I cried,”Now look what you have done!”I leapt into the lake to fetch the pieces.Soaked i climbed out and walked back to the house.I turned around,he was still there and looked shocked as if he didn’t know how to react.To some people it may have seemed silly but it was a really valuable vase of my granddad's and the only thing i had to keep as memories of him.And it is now unrepairable.

It was mid-afternoon and our servant,Becky was cooking a roast dinner for my older brother,Max,who was returning
home from Cambridge University.No one was in the mood for a hot meal when it was already extremely hot.Alex sat next to me at dinner.It was awkward as no one knew what to say.I was still really upset with him.

He phoned me and messaged me after that saying that if i let him help it wouldn’t break.I started to ignore him for weeks and he said,”we can’t stay together if we are not even talking,it wouldn’t be right,i’m sorry!”

I know i should just forgive him but it upsets me too much.He walked further out of the forest and stared at the sky.It feels like he might be trying to bring back the happy memories we had together before we split up.I still think about it sometimes and feel sorry for him that he is so heart-broken.I just can’t quite explain it to him.

Alex’s Story:

Watching the distance between us both when we used to be so close just breaks my heart.I think back to all the memories we had together and happy things we done and just wish it could still be like that now.If only Holly understood how much it means to me.I sit on the snowy bank and the dead Autumn leaves and write in my spotty note book.

“It’s hard to believe

That you no longer

Care about my feelings,

Knowing that we

Were once so

Close to each

Other.

Why can’t the

Bond we had

Still be there?

Sitting in the

Darkness,

Remembering the

Happy times we

Once shared,

I hate the

Distance that

There is

Now between

Us.

Why don’t you

Understand?

Why don’t you

Care.”

I then put my notebook in my pocket and alone i stay in the cold,dark forest.Maybe one day Holly will understand.

A few years later!

I still go past Holly’s house sometimes to remind myself of all the happy memories that we shared.I never see her anymore though now that i am a famous Poet and Author.We never got back together even though i really wish we did.I love visiting the area Holly lived with the beautiful flowers and colourful leaves surrounding the forest and all the cute,little animals that sing their sad songs of Autumn.It’s peaceful! But sad! The magic that Holly brought to it is no longer there and i’m always there alone now so it isn’t as special as the times i spent with Holly.The wildlife no longer moves cheerfully in the wind and the leaves don’t have their sparkle that they used to have.Even the snow doesn’t swirl around the dark sky anymore.Everything has changed.

There is only one thing that keeps me going and that keeps me going and that is my books i write.Without them i would be trapped inside my own thoughts and sad memories.
A sad heart breaking story!Bound to bring you to tears.
rhiannon Sep 2018
home
safe, warm
relaxing, sleeping, playing
there's no place like home
living, breathing, being
stressful, sleepless
city
rhiannon Mar 2018
I see you there in front of me-
Your face,your hands,your eyes,
I hear you talk,I hear you tell
Your hopes your dreams your lies.
I walked with you a sunlit trail
Together hand in hand
Then twilight came and you were gone
And now alone I stand
The woods are cold the trees are black
The dark is closing in
And you have gone away from me
Your faultless light has dimmed
Betrayal is a empty space
Raw night cold room alone
And no one can redeem your face
Sweet knight safe light your gone
this is about betrayal.
rhiannon Jan 2019
i am in my black clothes,
i wear the colour of death,
i sob,i sigh,i wonder why
i go on drawing breath.
nobody loves me,
nobody cares,
i cannot eat,i canot drink,
i cannot talk on the phone.
i hold my tongue and
close my eyes,
i shut my mouth up tight.
i am in my black clothes,
won't someone see my plight?
rhiannon Jul 2019
Everyone thinks i’m strong,
But tears were falling from my eyes
on the day u left me and said goodbye
now i know my feelings
i should no longer hide
i love you and i want you to
stay by my side
you know without you i’m weak
because you’re the only strenght that i seek
that i seek
so please…don’t go,i’m being so bold
just by saying i need your hand to hold
don’t leave me like this
so broken,so torn,so cold.
so as i write this
you’re somewhere so far away
a place i can only reach
by loving you this way.
rhiannon Jun 2019
Keep on

Graduation is

A successful ending,

And an exciting beginning.

If you keep on learning,

Keep on dreaming,

Keep on doing,

You’ll travel

Towards your goals

Until you get there.

Keep up the good work,

You can do it!
rhiannon Sep 2018
Little and cute dog


Whose dog is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his dog a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The dog is little, cute and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.
rhiannon May 2019
I am the rain

gently patting

the rooftop

the drop

sliding down

your window

i glide

past the glow

of your lamp

clinging

to the warmth

of your fingertips

as they press

against the glass

losing grip

i slid away
rhiannon Mar 2019
To lose someone as dear as you

brought sorrow and much pain

and i’d give everything i have

to see you smile again

for you were really special

and precious to me.

I miss you so much because

you meant a lot to me

but all the love i have for you

will never go away

and little sister,

I believe we’ll meet again

someday!
to my baby sister,Sienna Grace Paige Boardman
i love you and miss you so much.***
rhiannon Jun 2019
You said u loved me,
You said u cared,
You gave me hope,
and showed you cared,
But you leave me...
with no explanation why...
I lost all hope,
I loved you so,
and I miss you
You're gone.
If only you understood
the pain I feel,
First, I lost my sister,
Now I lost you,
Come back to me,
Give me hope,
Show u, love,
Please,
u can't leave me,
I'm heartbroken...
No one cares.....
Everyone I love
Just goes away,
Everyone I meet
Abandoned me...
Why?
I need to die,
Please...
rhiannon Mar 2019
Chapter one:

It’s funny how water acts all innocent.The sapphire blue waves splash gently against the happy children whilst they play.I watch them sadly as i remember my childhood holiday at the beach in Thailand.It definitely wasn’t as nice as today.

It started when i was on holiday with my parents.The waves splashed violently against the frightened children.

Chapter two:

The earth shook and we could tell something was wrong.We waited.It was an earthquake of magnitude 8.8.A tsunami occurred after it as it was so close to the Indian ocean.Many people died and over 25,000 hospitals,businesses and homes were destroyed.4,812 people were confirmed dead,8,457 were injured, and 4,499 were missing after the earthquake struck.This was the deadliest tsunami that Thailand ever had.

Chapter three:

One this day,ten years since the earthquake struck,many countries had recovered from painful memories and some ruined structures remained in place.Since 2004 it provided 4,807,000 people with assistance,51,395 new homes have been built;289 hospitals and clinics built or rehabilitated.Pledged international aid from all sources for recovery has topped $13.5 billion,almost half of it given by private individuals and organisations.

Chapter four:

This horrifying memory,is the worst memory i can remember being at the beach.It is literally a beautiful nightmare!I don’t think i will go there again.But,will i?Maybe,to see how it has changed,maybe not.
rhiannon Mar 2019
The moment that you died

my heart was torn in two,

One side filled with heartache,

The other died with you.

I often lie awake at night,

When the world is fast asleep,

And take a walk down memory lane,

With tears upon my cheeks.

Remembering you is easy,

I do it everyday,

But missing you is heartache

That never goes away.

I hold you tightly within my heart

And there you will remain

Until the joyous day arrives

That we will meet again.
Died-9/03/19
rhiannon Jun 2019
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,

When the road your trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing u down a bit-

Rest if u must but never quit.

Life is strange with its twists and turns,

As everyone of us sometimes learns,

And many a fellow turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow-

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a fair and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up

When he might have captured the victor’s cup,

And he learns too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out-

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you can never tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems afar,

So stick to the fight when the hardest hit,-

It’s when things seem worse when you mustn’t quit.
rhiannon Mar 2019
My cold darkness, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you hide, sleep and cry,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the frightened sky.

Let me compare you to a depressed arch?
You are more anxious, abandoned and trapped.
Bold clouds dull the lonely flowers of March,
And the springtime has the manifest apt.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your old Fear, trap and isolate.
Thinking of your heightened trap fills my days.
My hate for you is the best alternate.

Now I must away with a tightened heart,
Remember my bad words whilst we’re apart.
rhiannon Mar 2019
My cold darkness, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you hide, sleep and cry,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the frightened sky.

Let me compare you to a depressed arch?
You are more anxious, abandoned and trapped.
Bold clouds dull the lonely flowers of March,
And the springtime has the manifest apt.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your old Fear, trap and isolate.
Thinking of your heightened trap fills my days.
My hate for you is the best alternate.

Now I must away with a tightened heart,
Remember my bad words whilst we're apart.
rhiannon Sep 2018
Ode to the Magic


My warm magic, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you brings hope and shines,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the light affines.

Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more calming, beautiful and bright.
Right frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the smart apatite.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your close bright colours and glitter.
Thinking of your clear sparkles fills my days.
My love for you is the native sitter.

Now I must away with a taxing heart,
Remember my hot words whilst we're apart.
rhiannon Sep 2018
My bright princess, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you laughs, skips and sings,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the gorgeous flings.

Let me compare you to a cute stardust?
You are more pretty, clever and caring.
Smart heat toasts the fond frolics of August,
And summertime has the fine time sharing.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your beautiful eyes, heart and face.
Thinking of your happy heart fills my days.
My love for you is the warm marketplace.

Now I must away with a daring heart,
Remember my apt words whilst we're apart
rhiannon Feb 2019
Ode to the Pug
A Sonnet by Rhiannon
My caring pug, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you hug, laugh and play,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the holiday.

Let me compare you to an unique moon?
You are more friendly and more magical.
Bleak sun heats the special peaches of June,
And summertime has the creative classical.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your intelligent heart and eyes.
How your personality fills my days!
My love for you is the daring disguise.

Now I must away with a glaring heart,
Remember my magical words whilst we're apart.
rhiannon Sep 2018
Ode to the Thunder



My dark thunder, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you roar, shout and run,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the stark burp gun.

Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more scary, terrorfying and strong.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the violent huang.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your frightening claws, teeth and eyes.
Thinking of your lightning teeth fills my days.
My hate for you is the wrong enterprise.

Now I must away with a wary heart,
Remember my dual words whilst we're apart.
rhiannon Mar 2019
Ode to the Vampire
by rhiannon
My fierce vampire, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you bite, frighten and scare,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the pale prayer.

Let me compare you to a stark balloon?
You are more magic, dangerous and dark.
Blue sun heats the teary peaches of June,
And summertime has the enchanted clark.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your rough long claws, sharp fangs and smile.
Thinking of your light sharp fangs fills my days.
My love for you is the gentle hairstyle.

Now I must away with a benchmark heart,
Remember my black words whilst we're apart.
rhiannon Mar 2019
Coming out of the darkness that held me down,

No strength to fight, no love in sight.

Hoping and wishing the pain would go away,

But it was clear as day as we all say,

Nothing could stop the tears from falling down my face.

I searched for love but none was there,

My heart was broken nobody would ever care.

Stress and confusion clouded my mind,

Friends and family, I thought I had were unkind.

Crying all through the night,

No will to fight,

Depression consumed my mind,

No kind thought to find,

Wanting to leave this painful world behind.

Thoughts of suicide every day,

Forgetting to take time and pray,

Blaming all my problems on other people,

Never taking the time to solve them.

No appreciation, nobody to understand,

Nobody to talk too, no one who can make this pain go away,
rhiannon Jan 2019
Discover all the positive things
Life has in store for you
And move forward
To discover who you are
And fill your moments
With YES and POSSIBILITIES

Don't sit down with negative thoughts
Or bow to negative circumstance
Decide your future
And don't give up

Learn to stand up
To your ideas and dreams
And when you fall
Try to bounce back
And
Renew your spirit
And grab the moment
And prove your worth...
believe in yourself
have faith
try hard and never give up
i know i have low self esteem due to my horrid past and hardly any faith in myself but you should always believe you can do it or you'll only feel worse.
rhiannon Jan 2019
As blue as a ocean,

As cold as a icicle,

Far away from the equator,

A deep pool of tears.

Crossing the streets,

Watching the children,

Look in misery,

Faces cold with fear,

We only live once

and their fortune has gone.

When i’m feeling blue

and you’re not here,

I feel my pulse rise,

Sadness is here!
rhiannon Sep 2018
Sadness
Unbearable, depressing
Cry, hide, whisper
It made me feel small
Sorrow
I feel like I just can't cope, trapped inside a small room of sadness, I feel like my freedom has gone and life is not worth living for me.i cry myself to sleep as I try not to see the traumatic nightmares.i feel depressed and very emotional.
rhiannon Mar 2019
Once upon a time there was a special girl called Sonya Randall. She was on the way to see her Dad Tristan Godfrey, when she decided to take a short cut through Hyde Park.

It wasn't long before Sonya got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Laura, but Laura was nowhere to be found! Sonya began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Laura. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw a naughty Uni-pug dressed in a blue dungarees disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Sonya.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed Uni-pug. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Sonya reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from peas and one made from cakes.

Sonya could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Sonya looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Sonya a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Laura!

"Laura!" shouted Sonya. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Laura back!" cried Sonya.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Laura out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, the naughty Uni-pug in the blue dungarees rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

"Hello Big Uni-pug," said the witch.

"Good morning." The Uni-pug noticed Laura. "Who is this?"

"That's Laura," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Laura would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the Uni-pug.

The witch shook her head. "Laura is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Sonya interrupted. "Laura lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Uni-pug ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Uni-pug looked at the house made from cakes and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from cakes if I wanted to."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Laura."

Sonya watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Laura to Big Uni-pug. She didn't think Laura would like living with a naughty Uni-pug, away from her house and all her other toys.

Big Uni-pug put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Uni-pug. "Just you watch!"

Big Uni-pug pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Uni-pug started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of cakes, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Uni-pug.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a ***** into the forest.

Big Uni-pug never finished eating the front door made from cakes and Laura remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Laura."

"Not so fast," said Sonya. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from peas. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the Uni-pug. She won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Sonya.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Laura back."

Sonya ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from peas and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece.

Sonya sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Sonya. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Sonya's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from peas. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Sonya was down to the final piece of the door made from peas. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Sonya had eaten the entire front door of the house made from peas.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Laura or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Sonya hurried over and grabbed Laura, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Laura was unharmed.

Sonya thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Tristan. It was starting to get dark.

When Sonya got to Tristan's house, her Dad threw his arms around her.

"I was so worried!" cried Tristan. "You are very late."

As Sonya described her day, she could tell that Tristan didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.

"What's that?" asked Tristan.

Sonya unwrapped a doorknob made from cakes. "Pudding!" she said.

Tristan almost fell off his chair.

The End
rhiannon Jan 2019
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a famous best selling author?With thousands and thousands of books being sold all over the world and some of those being sold you can sign.Just the thought of teaching children to read and letting them learn from someone famous inspires me.About 99% of authors travel the world and teach the poorer countries or go into schools to give a speech.It’s amazing!Absolutely amazing!

However,it takes years of experience,hard work and training to become an author…to make a success.Authors don’t become famous straight away.They face many rejections and re-writes before a book is even published,before their words are understood,before they become successful!

You may think books are absolutely ******* but you’re wrong.Books are one way to learn and understand difficult topics.Books are a way that many authors express their feelings,thoughts and beliefs that they find too difficult to speak.Books can help you to rewind,de-stress and relax after a long day of work.What would i do without books?A book is a key to your journey of success.

J.K.Rowlings is a best-selling famous author that has been a real inspiration to me.She brings characters to life with her strong imagination and the magical way she crafts her stories.I enjoyed all her books and hope to write like her in the future.

From a really young girl starting school i have always enjoyed English and had dreams of becoming an best selling author.I don’t just want to write books though.I want to educate children who are less fortunate than me and give speeches in schools and travel the world around me.It will be an experience that i’ll never forget.I really don’t know what i would do without books.I would be lost,stressed and would struggle to calm down because books have helped me forget about being stressed and everything around me and to relax.It’s a dream that i have always wished for.

From fiction to fact, stories to poetry, a million different genres or topics to choose from there will never be a book you’re not interested in so why don’t you pick one up and read a chapter each day.
rhiannon Jan 2019
You may think i'm pathetic
ugly and fat,
But i really don't give a crap.

You may call me a baby,
Weak or even crazy,
But why should i care.

You may say i'm adopted
and stupid,
But i can't let you
get to me anymore.
'cuz i know what i want,
and i know where i stand.

If i want to move forward,
I can't look back
at all the horrid
memories of the past.

It may be difficult,
I know that
But i believe in myself
as i know i can do it,
And i stay strong.

I throw it away as if it's *******,
I ignore it as if it's nothing,
And i do what i love best,
I follow my heart!
rhiannon Sep 2018
Disturbances, however hard they try,
Will always be horrifying.
Now alarming is just the thing,
To get me wondering if disturbances are atrocious.

The ramp is not nonthermal!
the ramp is exceptionally nonthermal.
A ramp is hot. a ramp is nonthermal,
a ramp is caloric, however.

hardships are not lean!
hardships are exceptionally zoftig.
Do hardships make you shiver?
do they?

Don't belive that gales are big?
gales are little beyond belief.
Now unimportant is just the thing,
To get me wondering if gales are shrimpy.

I cannot help but stop and look at depressing tornadoes.
Do tornadoes make you shiver?
do they?

Cyclones, however hard they try,
Will always be traumatic.
Never forget the harmful and painful cyclones
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