by *kittykittyhunter

You+I i hear the songbirds rushYou+I by *kittykittyhunter
and move waters from sand
(breathe if you can)
all i ever looked for was your hand
i want to meet you
i need to meet you now
where shadows combine
and lead a dance in your eyes
(breathe if you can)
all i ever longed for was your hand
i need to meet you
i want to meet you now
i sought you
deep
within a dream
your smile stopped
my heartbeats
beyond a prince and romeo
you are still my hero
(don't try to hide)
all i ever searched for was your pride
you know i love you
i hope you love me
too
you and i
we drew our fortune when we stood and found
(there are hopes and there are stars in the skies)


Fifteen / Twenty Four years agoFifteen / Twenty by *kittykittyhunter
I met a girl
who would cheer my horizon
and strengthen my words.
You're like sunshine
and
I want you to know
that the world has been brighter
since the day that we spoke,
that you've made me chortle and giggle and choke
I love your poems and letters and jokes.
No one can smile all of the time,
but what makes you great is
you try.
So I want to thank you for being gentle and kind.
And if the sky opens up and hurtles its tears,
we'll run through the rainstorm
and laugh when it clears.


War Stories Mabel a widowWar Stories by *kittykittyhunter
Enid Mabel's sister
Sophie a young woman, Mabel's neighbour
Scene: A living room, appropriate for an affluent family living in England, 1928. Three women are knitting together.
MABEL
Of course, it's thanks to my husband the others survived! Brave soul may he rest in peace
ENID
Of course.
MABEL
They'll never forget the debt they owe him! I was lucky to know him as long as I did. Those warm eyes! You remember, Enid?
ENID


Sanctuary Scene ISanctuary by *kittykittyhunter
Enter Guinevere.
GUINEVERE
News has descended that we shall be joined by a maid
Whose name was once fair. She hath travelled here from Denmark
Ah, that noble land! Even though I am guarded by these high walls,
Sequestered by these sprawling woods,
I have heard her suffering.
Two Kings lost,
One Queen lost,
Many worthy men and courtiers,
And of course,
He who held the heart of the people:
Prince Hamlet.
Malevolence has fed
Denmark and Camelot have bled.
Enter Ophelia.
OPHELIA
If only I were as tall as my shadow
I could hang from the branches
Of yonder trees.
GUINEVERE
(aside) She si


Writing Short Stories During Exams: a guide This guide pretty much returns to basics, because, let's face it: examiners often expect formulaic work. So, for a story to be a story, it needs a plot: your work must contain an element of change, whether that's reflected in one of your characters adopting a change of heart, or something else.Writing Short Stories During Exams: a guide by *kittykittyhunter
Back in the day, our short story pieces were usually spurred by a sentence, e.g.:
"The child stood on the cardboard box."
This is the premise, which you have to work around. Let's say that it's an hour's exam: that leave us about 10 minutes for planning, 45 minutes for writing, and about 5 minutes for checking our work.
Planni


Writing Conditions: a guide There are countless guides out there offering tips on how to go about sitting down and writing. No 'one method' will suit everyone, so I can only share my personal experience.Writing Conditions: a guide by *kittykittyhunter
Time & Place
I disagree with writers who say that you should always write at a specific time and in a specific place. Sometimes a writer will enter the 'rhythm' of his or her work, but chaining yourself to particular writing conditions could mean that you end up stuck in a loop.
Try writing wherever you go. Carry a small notebook and scribble while on the train, while waiting for a lesson to begin, while hovering in the biscuit aisle&