Reader Collab: A Collection of Outside Poetry & Prose

Last week, you all had the opportunity to send me your poetry and short stories to have them included in a special post. The term is used loosely, but I like to call this a "reader collaboration" post, since it's a small collection of outside works written by some of you.

Below you will find a variety of styles and themes, each one penned by a different author. The works are listed simply in the order that they were received.

If you didn't get a chance to submit your piece, have no fear! I plan on doing similar things in the future.

Poetry

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Waves of Emotion - Anna E.

Happiness shines like the radiant sun
Tears fall with the raining sky
Worry whirls within the wind
Madness fuels the electric strikes.

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Written by Zelus, originally posted here.

Poetry is amazing
sometimes it rhymes
with varying phrasing
it can be a haiku. five-seven-five
it can be a limerick, sonnet, ballade
sometimes it's just a sentence
that is split into many lines
it just allows a random
paragraph to look poetic
sometimes a line
can just consist of
one
word
I like it when the words form a structure
when it looks like a pyramid
something like this and
the words decreases
and it ends
how cool
was
that
and now we increase
longer and more words in a line
now it looks like an stout hourglass
I want to continue writing poems like this
but for this moment let's talk about something else
you don't have to add punctuation if you don't want to
or not capitalise letters if you don't want to
grammar is sometimes chucked out of the window
this is the time to show off your vocabulary skills
like oh petrichor how I relish thee
I scribble poetry to shirk
fingers fly all over the keyboard
poetry oh poetry
how easy to write
but not always interesting to read
for sometimes I admit it
is too melancholy for me at that moment
and sometimes what meets my eye isn't what it means
too much interpretation for my dense and dunce-like mind
oh ho did you notice
at the beginning this poem looked like a girl
now you've scrolled up to squint at the screen
haven't you
this poem is like a very long sentence
with no comma, semicolon or full stop
now let me finish my last line below
and end with a full stop finally
poetry is amazing.

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A wave at your feet - lonelydroid911

You are like an eternal beauty,
For many like mine come at your shrine to worship,
I touched your feet gently,
I could feel your body heat, my coldness I surrendered,
They say I am a perfect example of persistence,
But what they don’t know is that, it’s is in a group that I show sustenance,
What I am hundred percent you are seventy,
I am full of salt; you have blood too plenty,
I am just a wave, I will come and go,
You will never see me in my correct self ever,
So, don’t be sad, unchain your sorrow,
For I will fade, you shall not, ever.

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A wishful night - Yulia

I saw a shooting star pass tonight
Over my head, quick and bright
I watched it depart,
Your name upon my lips.
Dear brilliant star,
Won't you grant my wish tonight?

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Written by Hannah, originally posted here.

His eyes shot open,
Tangled in Fear,
He knew that something was definitely near.

He had heard stories of a man that worked at night,
With a hook for a hand,
There was no fight.

His smile would be twisted,
As he slit your throat,
He would wrap his body in a cloak.

He would nod at the raven,
That passed him by,
He would smirk at a child's innocent cry.

He would not leave this fearful town,
And in his mind,
He had won your crown.

His name is Fear,
He lives inside your head,
And he will not leave you until you are dead.

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Short Stories

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The Secret of Milton Road

The following story was written by PoiSonPaiNter on DFPP Entertainment as part of the project "Your Picture - A Story" (co-authored by DarkFairy).

Update (12/12/17): At the request of PoiSonPaiNter, I've removed her story so that she can participate in a competition. Please click the title to be redirected to the original on DFPP Entertainment.

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Written by Faith P.

She stumbled into the field. Deep breaths of the cool night air freed her lungs from the trapped feeling. She lifted her face to the sharp, strong breeze. It blew against her face, striving in vain to dry the bitter tears, for they were quickly replenished.
“Why?” she screamed to the wind. “Why him?” she demanded of the forest, the trees, the grey sky.
She dropped defeated to her knees among the stiff grasses. Wavy hair fell across her shoulder to hide her face. Her entire being trembled in a fit of heartbroken sobs.
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Don't you just love all of the different writing styles that are to be found out there? Everyone is unique in their style, but it can take a while to develop your own voice.

Hope you enjoyed taking a look at some other writers. Thank you to each author who submitted their writing!