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Goodbye blog


Hello People!

Well, as you know by now, it is the end of the school year here for us in Canada. In a few short days I will be leaving grade 7 in elementary school for grade 8 in high school.

It has been an amazing year, and I have learned how to write on a blog for other people to see. Over the past few months, I have not been editing or giving any more posts, and I have discontinued Lost. I am sorry to say, I will not be writing on this blog anymore.


*Eruptions of sadness and sobs from all across the universe*

I know. I know how sad you will all be, but I simply have lost the interest.I have found more fun in other things, and so I don’t have the time or mindset to continue.

Maybe I might make a new post every once in a while, maybe when I am going into another grade. After all, I will graduate high school in five years…

Anyways, I just wanted to thank anyone and everyone who visited my blog. I would also like to thank Ms. Smith (aka Queen of The Universe) for showing me how to make a blog.

I have had so much fun, and I wish good luck to the grade 7’s next year! Forever will I yell Huzzah!

-Autumn M.


Wattpad Writer!


Hello People!


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My own Photo (screenshot)

Long time no see! Well, long time no see-my-writing-on-this-blog I guess. Anyway! Hello!

Okay, I know that many many many people out there who read this are most likely are either a fangirl or fanboy of some kind! I am one of them. As I have probably mentioned before, I love the show Doctor Who. I also love marvel, Sherlock and Supernatural (no spoilers for supernatural, I am on season two at the moment!)

What is it that we spend most of our time on, in our fandom’s? Yeah we spend a lot of time on tumblr, Facebook, Instagram, Pintrest etc. (I personally have a Doctor Who Amino) But where else? Yes! We read Fan Fiction! Whether we want to admit it or not, no matter what kind, we have probably all at one point or another read a Fan Fic or have written one. We are all warriors of a Fandom!

But a great deal of my time reading and finding new Fan Fic is on Wattpad! Love it! I only just found out about it a year ago, and I am obsessed! I am constantly looking for new stories that go into my interest! But, one of my favorite series is the Bad Wolf Chronicles.

Currently, the amazing writer Hayley (Also known as WritersBlock039) is on her eighth book of the series, which I think is absolutely incredible! If you have ever tried writing any form of story or poem or even song, you will probably have an idea how hard it is  write a piece of it, let alone eight whole books! In my opinion, she is an amazing writer, and she is still in high school! People may discredit Fan Fiction as dumb, or be humiliated that they read it or write it, but why? Some of the most creative writing I have written or read has come out in this form, and she is definitely one of the best out there!

The series begins with a marvel super hero, Jessie Nightshade, when she meets the Doctor. The writing starts at the first series of New Who (2005) and she replaces Rose Tyler in the story. Now everyone, calm down! If you are a Whovian (fandom name of Doctor Who fan) then you most definitely know who Rose Tyler was. And you may be freaking out over your OTP’s, (Rose and 10, Rosex10) don’t freak out! It is really amazing! and with her work, you can definitely tell she puts her hear into it!!

I recommend her series, as well as her others such as the Creator’s Saga or Apocalypse Rising.
Her Page -> -WritersBlock039-





Me and My Shadow


Hello People!

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Question(s) of the day! What do you think of my art? What would your shadow be doing in your art?


*Imagine hearing this in an intense narrator voice!*

As you walk on the sidewalk along the old creepy dark ally way, the light illuminating from across the street with every step you take. Beside you, you become alarmed of the shadowy figure walking with you. You start to run, but they follow you exactly. This is when you realize that this figure is……… YOUR SHADOW!!!!


Well hello everyone! I hoped you guys liked the AWESOME intro =D I have been working in class on an art project called me and my shadow! Hence, the title for the blog!

With this project, we needed to take a picture of ourselves and create a shadow in the picture what you love or want to do when you are older!
I chose to make my shadow holding a book, while having spray paint saying best selling author. I honestly really hope to be noticed by a corporation so I can publish any of my stories that I write. Ever since I was really little, I have always wanted to become a really well known author of a huge story!

As you know, with the story I had written on my blog (which is now on wattpad) I have a creative style and imagination for writing.

“But Autumn! How do we make this fabulous creation that is beauty that you have bestowed on us?” I here you saying your computer. Well, being the kind person I am (wink wink) I have made a list of how to create this fine piece of art at your own home!

  1. Get someone to take a picture of you doing a pose. the pose you choose could resemble what the shadow will be doing, or it can be what ever you want.
  2. After you have an image of yourself, cut it out. Draw a line across the page about 10 cm from the bottom.
  3. When your line had been drawn at a point where you prefer it, glue your figure below the line. The line itself is where the floor and the wall behind you meet. Your shadow will be the one standing on the line.
  4. Draw the outline of your shadow lightly, because if you make a mistake, you can erase it. Once you have come to the point where you are happy with the design of the pose your shadow is, color it with a dark color or pencil. Make sure that all of the shading of the black or grey you are using, not all different hues. You don’t want to see any of the outlines of the shadow.
  5. Once you have completely shaded or colored your shadow, use a ruler to connect the feet of your picture and your shadow. Make sure the lines are straight, and as they reach the shadow, you can make them a tiny bit smaller then what you have on the photo’s feet.
  6. Create a background. You can make a background of your drawing to make a setting. But make sure that what you are “standing” in front of is a flat wall. Shadows don’t form right if there are weird bumps, or if it is on an open setting.
  7. Sign your name at the bottom in a cool fashion! All major artists sign their names at the bottom, so make a cool logo for yours!

I chose the background of an old brick building because of the complexity to them. I love the look of old objects or settings, and I wanted to place spray paint in the drawing. I wanted to make an effort to do something different to tell the onlooker what the shadow was, while at the same time make it work with the surrounding.
I know that you can probably go to an old brick wall in an old ally way, and most likely at one point or another you will find graffiti. I wanted to use street art to make an awesome impact!

I never want to have a favorite part of any of my art, because I don’t think that I should boast and brag. But honestly, I don’t have a favorite part. I love the graffiti and I worked hard on it, even though it may not look like the real thing. I love the artistic value in all of my work, and although that sounds really “artsy” it’s not,

I love the idea and characteristics of my art, and I had fun making this one!

Edited by Nathan 


Autumn me and my shadow blured face. 3

Lost: Chapter 7


Chapter 7: Enemy…

Royal Marines Conducting Boarding Training With SA80 Rifles and Laser Light Modules
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I awake with a start, and I scream loudly. My head pounds from an extremely painful migraine. I can feel the crust of blood on my fore head where the man hit me. My leg pounds from my heartbeat and the pain in my chest because I can’t breathe almost makes me sick.
I am in a dark room, with  florescent red light that gives off a creepy illumination of the room I am in. As my head pounds, I examine my prison like I have done many times before, and feel more pain from my wrists. The blue electric light that faintly glows among the red burn my arms and wrists. The hot metal around my hands smoke into my writs, burning me. The handcuffs are held together by a bendable but durable metal glow from the heat. I scream in pain while my fists tighten and my feet struggle. The unbearable pain from my yelling hurts my head even more, and can’t decide which of all my injuries are the worst. The cold metal floor is freezing compared to my burnt flesh, so I press them against it. The room around me reflects myself and all of the light, for the walls are mirrors. The metal that holds my handcuffs together is connected to another strong wire coming from the floor. As I lay in pain, tethered to the floor an announcement comes through and intercom. The soothing female voice says fluently to me in the language of the soldiers, then proceeds to speak in other languages while repeating the same message. When she reaches English, I listen intensively to fulfill my curiosity.

“Stage one process complete. The results as shown… approved. Stage two will commonsense tomorrow at 0:900 hours. Thank you for your participation, and have a lovely day” she finishes. The woman sounded almost like a robot as she spoke without hesitation nor mistakes. My hands tremble as I feel the electricity stop flowing into the handcuffs and I can see the blue light disappear. But I can still feel the harsh burns, and they almost cut into my flesh. The charred and raw skin that lay burning on my arm give me tears, but feel relieved as I press them against the soothingly cold floor.

My ears ring from the sound of the electricity, as it was a piercing sound through my head that added to the migraine. I can barely hear the footsteps against the metal floor outside my prison. The door does not slide up like the others that I have seen, instead the giant wheel on it turns, and a girl comes through the doorway. The metal screeches and echoes all around, and she walks into the room. Through the difficulty of the lighting, I can guess from the color of her suit hers is the same as mine. She has shiny black boots and her sleeves stop at her writs. Her long, curly dark hair flows from above her eyes to below her shoulders. She steps with caution towards me, and I guess she is fifteen, two years younger then I.

“Hello Kalem…” The girls starts. She has a familiar touch to her. Her blue eyed and tan skinned face give me a curious and cautious stare. ” I am sorry that you were in the trial today. I know… I know how they retrieved you and I give my most sincerest apologies. Halann and Kase were hard on you, and I am sorry the commander hit you like that, but to be fair you did kill one of our own. One of the last of us…” her eyes fall to the floor. “That blonde woman, Officer Alla Hayden, you committed a large offense. Your Demo will start tomorrow. I shouldn’t even be talking to you, but, I needed to give you a heads up. They won’t go easy on you. You are only to speak when they ask you a question, other wise you will be in big trouble, and I mean BIG.”

I stare at the girl. I know her! I think to myself. I feel almost as if I trust this girl, because I really do know her. “Why are you telling me this? Why are you helping me? Who are you? You don’t look like a soldier.” I stare at the brunette haired girl, and study her expression. She smiles sweetly and laughs.
“It’s ’cause I’m not! heh, I was captured into the resistance eight years ago. My mom was convicted of conspiring with the east, the government of Kaskel. A-Are you a scientist from the Nova base project?”
I stare at her, wondering how I should answer. “If you are a scientist, then you could be in even bigger trouble already. If not, and you are one of the Alternate Human Systems it wont’t be as bad.”
“I… I don’ know. I don’t remember anything of the last how ever many years, I know I walked out my front door and…” I hesitate.
“And what?” the girl inquires.
“I walked down my street. It was raining, and foggy. I went to cross the road, and a car was coming my way. I felt my neck break, I fell and I was awake, and a man came out of the vehicle. He… he had a tattoo around his eye, and he was about fifty, sixty I don’t know. But, he also had a woman with him. A blind woman… She, actually looked a little like you” I say, gesturing towards her.
“OK, if what you say is true then you are and A.H.S.” she replies.
“What is that? What is an Alternate Human System?” I inquire to her.
“An Alternate Human System is almost like a clone. A lab made body, and when a mind dies, from the future, past or present, it is harvested from it’s time and used in the clone. It is given a new life. I guess that’s what we are…”
“Wait, we?” I say with a surprised expression. She walks over to me, and crosses her legs in a butterfly formation.
“Yeah. That’s what my “mom” did. She was a scientist working for the Kaskel, and I died in 1987. My name was Julia Roberts, but, uh, now it’s… it’s Tara. Tara Alec. They give you a new name, depending on what year it is.” she gives me an odd expression, then smiles. “I had cancer. I can remember my real mother, and apparently there is no record of my biological dad, well, Julia’s dad. Us A.H.S.’s aren’t allowed to refer ourselves from our past lives. But, I was eleven years old when I had “the dream”-”
“The dream? What’s that?” I scoot over to Tara and she looks cautious, but ultimately gives me a look of trust.
“You know, when you are getting harvested it can be extremely painful so they give you an anesthetic, a dream painkiller, so you can be the hero for someone. Mine was there was a six year old on the ice and it was breaking. It was a little boy, and he was falling in. I saved him, but in the dream you always “die” or you “pass out” to show that you are waking from the dream. They call it “field testing” but we all know what it is. What was yours, if you don’t mind me asking?”
I look at her curiously. She acts as if she is my best friend, the way she tells me everything. That must be why I recognized her. She reminds me of Rose… But if Rose wasn’t real, then who else does she remind me of? I realize she is patiently expecting me to reply, and I do.
“I saved a blind woman, her name was Rose, from a man who was trying to kidnap her in an ally way. They, the woman and the man, are the ones who ran me over. I dreamed that I was in 1965” I almost start to laugh at how ridiculous it was. How I thought it was reality, how crazy this all was, how I was going to get home. An alarm goes off, and the same woman who made the announcements comes on the P.A.
“Subject Breach. Alternate Human System Number 887 please return to your dorm or force will be needed.”
Tara gives a worried look. “Crap, they noticed I’m gone! Kalem, tomorrow after your Demo when we get into the feeding area meet main the farthest corner away from the marshal’s tower. It’s behind a corner. We need to get out of here!” She gives me a look of desperation.She runs out the door and shut’s it behind her. I relay what she told me to do. And I do promise that I will meet her tomorrow.

End of Chapter 7

Top 5 best movies around the Holidays!


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Question(s) of the day: What is your favorite childhood Christmas movie?


I love Christmas, it is probably my most favorite time of year! I have made a list of my top five most favorite movies to watch during the Holidays! They may not all be Holiday movies, but my family and I watch them non the less! Inside, I will always be a child and these are some of the best!

5. Charlie Brown Christmas! 3+
My teacher (Ms. Smith) and my grandmother both love this movie, and so do I. This 1960’s classic talks about the true meaning of Christmas, and it is definitely a good choice for the Holidays.

4. Home Alone: 1 and 2! 10+
I loved these movies! They were the best out of the series, and I actually don’t like the others. My family and I will sit down near Christmas and watch Home Alone because of the funny content, and the heart warming learning of Kevin. Also because of the fact that this would never actually happen!

3. Dr. Seuss’ The Grinch who stole Christmas
Original! 4+
I saw this with my grandmother as well, and I have seen it during the holidays ever since! I love this movie and it deserves to be on this list.

2. Frosty the Snowman (original)! 3+
Another fun kids classic, I remember watching this with my brother and sister. We would sit in front of the TV with our little foam chairs and watch it over and over!

1.Christmas Vacation! 14+
I love this movie, all though there are some iffy parts. My family and I watch it all the time, and it has been a tradition since my dad was a kid. This movie really quite funny and entertaining to watch, and my parents make silly jokes and quote it around the holidays.

Thanks for reading and comment down below in what I could have added or what your favorite movie is! If you agree with my choices, also comment!


Edited by: Owen

Snowy Days: A Christmas Special!




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I look through the windows of the of the living room, to find they are fogged up. I wipe away the cold frost with my sleeve to see the glistening white snow on my front yard. With excitement I run to the closet with my fluffy winter coat, my green snow boots, my hat and my warm gloves. With the pounding of my feet, my little sister runs in. Her orange hair in a fritz and her green eyes full of tiredness, she gives me a look of despise.

“What are you doing, Margo?” she asks with a yawn. “It’s to early to be up! I was just having a good sleep”

“Sarah, don’t you see the snow? There is snow everywhere!” I reply with excitement as I zip up my coat.

“Mom won’t be happy when she finds you out there. She needs to know first”

“Sare, don’t tell her. She will be even angrier if we wake he up at eight o clock on a Saturday morning!” I whisper “besides, I will clean up before she notices I was out. C’mon, let’s go have a snow day!” Sarah gives me a look of disapproval, as if she were my mom. But she reluctantly rubbed her eyes and smiled.

“Okay!” she said with another harsh whisper, but almost sweetly. She proceeds to grab her things and put hem on, and we creep out the front door. We run out and laugh, and make snow angles. We through mini snowballs and laugh some more. I take another and role it up in the snow to build the base of a snowman. Sarah joins me, and she has a big grin on her face. With the struggle of putting on the body and the head, but we manage. He faces the window I looked out of, and we build a big smile from ear to ear. We stand back and admire our work, and we hug. This, was a magnificent snow day!

Written by autumn!



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Question(s) of the Day!
What is your favorite part of Christmas? What is your Favorite Desert? What is your favorite Dinner? What is your earliest Christmas memory? Comment down below!

Can’t wait ’til Christmas!
Ok, yes, as I am writing to you now dear viewer it is November 30th. BUT I DON’T CARE! I really can’t wait for Christmas! The smells, the tastes, the sights of lights and trees! The feeling of joy for Christmas is all around us, so throw me in jail for writing and putting on a Santa hat on before December. (Although this will probably be published by then!)

*Autumn, calm yourself! People are reading this!*

I loooooove Christmas. To have the smell of cookies in the oven, to here the carols on the T.V. playing at this time of year, and of course, my favorite family tradition, getting on your p.j’s and grabbing your hot co-co from Tim Horton’s and jumping in our truck and drive around town and look at all of the Christmas lights! (And of course yelling and screaming at all the presents you got under the tree, then proceeding to run from my dad as he gets out of bed when he didn’t need to on his day off!)
Yes, you heard me right. My family tradition is to get in your warmest, coziest P.J.’s and our favorite blanket, then we zip over to Tim Horton’s and get some Hot Chocolate and Tim-bits then we drive all over to admire all of the Christmas lights. We used to do this in my old town Lady Smith, where they would put up the beautiful display of lights in the narrow streets and we would watch the parade and the fireworks. My friends and fellow bloggers, Kasandra and Aerin,  have been to it. I have always really enjoyed it, but since we have moved I haven’t gone to it in a while, but the tradition lives on!
Another thing I really love about Christmas is how there are many people who come together to help the less fortunate. Many people get laid off from their jobs before the Winter Holidays, and it puts people in a tight spot, so it is always really tear-jerking to see them have help. I am going to participate in the activity by baking some apple pockets with my mom or dad, and then I will be bringing them to a soup kitchen for the people there.

While we are talking about the Holidays, I would like to talk about my favorite Christmas treats! I am going to give a countdown of my favorite holiday goodies in my top five, with one being the best. (But of course Eggnog is always going to be the best beverage!)

5. Apple Pockets!

Apple pockets are really delicious treats where you make a cookie dough, and you fold fresh, peeled apple slices inside, topped with sugar!

4. Nanimo Bars

Everyone knows that rich, sweet chocolate square that makes you really sick if you eat more then two in a row! Nanimo bars are made of rich chocolate, nuts icing and chocolate Gnash.

3.  Lemon meringue pie
I love this pie, and so does my mom. Technically it isn’t a holiday food, but I absolutely love it when we have it! Lemon meringue pie has a generic pie crust with a lemon filling, topped with the marshmallow topping meringue!

    2. Shortbread cookies
These white creamy, dry and delicious deserts are really awesome! My mom, my sister, my brother and I always help her with making them! After they cool, we eat them with EGGNOG!

And #1!!! My Grandma’s Carrot cake!
Around the holidays my grandparents on my mom’s side come down for Christmas, and most of the time my grandma will have her famous carrot cake, with cream cheese filling and icing!

This has been fun! You have made it to the end o’ the post! Merry Christmas for now, and I will make more posts on Christmas! Comment down below about the questions above, and tell me what you want me to review or write about!



Edited by Connor!`

Lost: Chapter 5


Chapter 5: Into Fire…

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I wake once again to find I am in my suit, with the thick brown leather straps on my arms, legs and chest with two more on my wrist. The tubes are in my arm, giving me a dose of some kind of chemical. I feel drowsy, the way I always feel every morning when I wake up.  But I am in a different room. The walls are rounded all the way to the roof, and the walls are made of some kind of material that is the same color as my suit. There is no color in the room at all, except for a small round window. The window is about the same size as the other one in the room I was in. Outside, I can see red and oranges with tints if yellow. It reminds me of the story of the fire planet from when I was a child. Where the planet was always orange and the skies were red. The people there loved to swim in the lava pools. It was a fantasy that my father would tell me as a child. Father… My eyes search the clouds as I think about the story. The red sky with golden clouds almost hypnotize me.

My thoughts are disturbed as the mechanical noise and the familiar footsteps of the man who visited me before. He walked in proudly, and his suit flashed the color green, brighter then before. The grey of his suit is the same, though. In his hand, he carries some kind of chip, almost like a hard-drive. It’s blue, and has the same designs as all of the suits I have seen so far, although the designs are white.  He strides over to my bedside, and places his hand on the mattress.

“Morning Kalem” he says in an almost fake cheerful voice. “I forgot to tell, my name is Alchik. I got up in the moment of the history, forgot” He gives the me one of the fakest looking smiles I have every seen. It’s as if he thinks I am stupid!  “Have you recovered from your amnesia yet, Kalem?” I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he means. “You know, everything about Nova base twelve? duh?!”

“I… don’t, sorry” I start. To my surprise, my throat feels no pain during talking. Probably the medicine the are giving me I guess. “I don’t remember anything about this place. I only remember my life. Melody Tyler’s life. Not this Kalem-” I can see  his frustrated face. His fake smile disappears and is replaced by sorrow.

“I am sorry Alchik. I really don’t remember anything about Kalem’s life. But I do know my name is Melody. I was born January 26th, 1998. I am seventeen years old, and all I remember is going walking out my front door, then apparently ending up in the 1960’s!” I am now the one yelling. All the color from Alchik’s face disappears, but then reapers. “Who are you Alchik?”

“Melody, I guess you want me to tell you. Well, Melody, you are in the Nova Base twelve. The year is 2315. You are apart of the Nova project. Who you were…. you were Kalem” he sighs.

“How am I here? It was 2015 when I walked out the door!”
Suddenly, alarms are going off, and the white room he were in has now turned red.  Over head a female voice speaks “Evacuate the premises. Unknown life form detected.” Alarm looks over onto Alchik’s face. He runs over to my bed and unstraps me, then proceeds to unplug the wires from my ar7ms. He gestures towards me to follow, and I do. He opens up another wall, and a small room is inside. He pushes me in, and jumps in behind me. He closes the door quickly, and we are greeted with darkness.

Inside, there is a small map, of the lab I guessing, that shows as many as forty or so blue dots all over. But there are two others about the same size that are red. Danger! I think. The blue dots seem to be standing still, while the red ones are moving quickly. I guess those are the other people in the base. They’re probably doing the same as us. I see two green dots hiding, and they are flashing. Must be us. The red dots move quickly to a room. I can see the blue dots fading out as the red dots cover the top of them. I look over at Alchik. His face is worried. He stands up quietly and runs over to the other side of the room, and brings back two bright orange suits, each with a clear helmet. He also has two guns, weapons of a sort.

“Put this on, quickly!” he whispers harshly. He hands one of the orange suits to me, along with helmet. I put it on over top of my other suit, for it is more baggy then the one I have on. I lock on my helmet, and Alchik hands me a gun. It’s silver with two barrels on the top and bottom. It has the same micro chip design as our under suits, only with red and blue. He grabs the clear blue map of the lab, and a communication comes through. On his wrist he has a screen the size of an iPod, on it the Asian woman appears.

“Soldier Autchii. I am giving you orders to evacuate. Do you have the A.H.S. with you?” she says in demand. I can see the small red dots are write outside the room ours is in.

“Yes Professor Kit. What about you?”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she screams. The woman is dragged off screen and a horrifying scream emerges, then the visual and sound go black. I can hear more and more screams through the lab. I glance at the map. There are no more blue dots. Only red and the two green, and the red surround us. More and more red dots emerge, and yells come from outside.

“In three you jump down” he whispers… More yells, and then banging on our door. “1….. 2……” the door slide open while a trap door below us pulls away. Soldiers with red suits with long guns run into the room “3!” he yells. I didn’t need to jump, because I fall. I fall through the air and I can see down below us. I can see the planet of fire.

End of chapter 5
Edited by Abbie

Remembrance: A Father’s Child


Hello World!

As you know, Remembrance Day has just passed and it is a really big deal. It is not only important to remember the soldiers who died in the world wars, but to remember all of them all. Each and every man and woman who fought and still fight for our country sacrificed their lives, and their time from their family. We really owe the veterans and everyone who fights for us. We are really lucky.

Anyway, in class we had an assignment to make a Remembrance  Day poem. We were given a photo and needed to write a poem about what we thought they might have gone through. In my poem, A Father’s Child, I describe what I think what one of those girls would have gone through. I hope you like it!

Question of the Day:
What did you do for Remembrance day? Do you know anyone who is/was a soldier?


Knitting for soldiers in WW1

A Father’s Child


Did a girl my age,
decades ago
long for her dear father’s return?
As she sat by her loving friends,
on the cold stone stairs
knitting for the the poor soldiers across the seas,
did she remember
his faint smell of the farm and
of tobacco?
Did she wish
to feel his warm, loving arms
curled around her,
as the thunder roared and lightning crashed?

Is her brother
fighting too?
Is he fighting for his country,
fighting alongside his father in the trenches?

I stare down
at this old, time-stained photo,
and wonder did she
hope for her brother’s laughter,
one last time?

Standing tall
isn’t easy.
For long ago, in the desperate times,
I know she and her mother hoped and prayed for them both.
Although this girl,
young but strong,
hopes and prays for them,
how long can faith hold off
the strongest of doubt?

How much of her childhood
did she spend crying,
hoping for the return for the long-dead?

Her brother and father, now gone,
reunite with her at long last.
Her long wait to be held
by her whole family now comes true.

They sit by the old tree that could have been,
the one that could have been
their special spot long ago,
and her father now holds her tight,
while her brother holds her hand
making up for all the times they didn’t,
and they watch the sun fade into the ground.

I remember them,
The ones who fought and died.
The ones that served
our country and
gave great sacrifice.

But I also remember those who lost in a different way.

Those who stayed home,
those who were widowed,
the ones who wandered
through the streets to concentration camps.
 I remember them. I will never forget.


-By Autumn 


Thanks for reading! Comment on what you think!



The Piano’s Song


Hello readers,

I have said I will be posting poems from time to time, and I have another one. I do know what the meaning of this poem is, because I had the idea in my head and used descriptive words to make poetry. This poem/story is about a man and playing the piano, for he was a great musician. And although this is his dying hour, his last thing he will ever do is do his favorite thing, and that is play the piano.

Rachmaninoff playing Steinway grand piano

Rachmaninoff playing a Steinway grand piano

For the ivory keys stained of prints, time and love, are now to play one last song. A song that told about an old man’s long life. The old man sits at the piano for hours at a time, playing the melody of time to the soft and soothing lyrics of the piano. He is never distracted, never interrupted, for if this is the song to be heard, the man’s last minutes of breath he will tell his life in melody and sound. And as the sun sets on his last day and hour, he will flush the smooth sound of memory and peace. Let us hear his night and day, let us here his life, and listen to his mind and soul. Let us listen to the heartfelt song of the piano.


I play the piano so I got the inspiration for the story from my love of piano and making music. I am naturally a lover of all art, and this one combined all of my arts, writing, poetry, and piano playing. I am also hoping to make a piano theme to this.


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