A Poem By Motheo Motutk

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
You love me
And I love you
When you kiss me on my cheek
I just start blushing like a geek,
But don't get me mad 
And don't make me angry,
And if you don't like me,
Who cares what you think.

Photography by Claudia Peres

"The Guardians" Part 2, By Nina Olivier, Gemma Penning and Andrea White

Oh my Gosh, Oh my Gosh, Oh my Gosh!...

“JULIET, OPEN THE DOOR, LET ME OUT, NOW!” I shouted to my sister.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” she replied.

 Great, just great I thought to myself and Dad isn’t home, so he can’t let me out. I stared at the portal for a while, until I decided to step a little closer to investigate, until I slowly put my hand through. Just as I was about to pull away, something pulled me in.

“What is it?”

“Very fleshy,”

“Bet it would taste delicious,”

“Ya think it’s edible?”

“Very fleshy,”

“It’s very big though,”

“At least a week’s meal if it is edible,”

“Very fleshy,”

I opened my eyes to see these extremely tiny, chubby people with stony grey skin, swamp green eyed and dark green tufts of hair on top of their heads, and their clothes had tears and food stains all over. All of them were staring at me. I was in some forest and I was tied to a tree.

 “Oh, you’re awake,” the biggest one said with a huge smile on his face.

“W-W-Who are you?” I asked

“Me?” he said innocently, until a devilish smile spread across his face “I’m the last thing you’ll ever see,” he said raising a club

To  be Continued…

"The Guardians" By Gemma Penning, Nina Olivier, Andréa White.

Here I was, locked in my own basement, by my brat twin sister Juliet. Oh yeah, I forgot about all the explaining, you know, I always think that they always spend way too much time explaining, so let me give a quick summary of my life.

My name is Alex Flare. I have a twin sister that is nothing like me, Juliet Smith. I just chose the surname my mom had. She died mysteriously after our births... 

Okay, back to the real story. So there I was, wondering why did karma do this to me. I decided to sit down, so i tried to get our old fold up chair and when I was moving some boxes I heard a strange noise. It was weird… like a voice… the more I listened to it the more it sounded like it was calling my name. I started slowly walking closer and then I saw it… some sort of A PORTAL…

…to be continued…