Dear Rainbow Unicorn
I wish you'd visit more. I miss riding with you across fields of buttercups and dancing under the sun. Today a boy named Jamie said you wouldn't come back to me and I told him he'd see, you'd take me flying a billion feet above the playground someday, and he'd be sad because he'd be the only one who wouldn't get to ride you because he was a meanie face.
And meanie faces don’t believe in things like you, I told him you’d be back and that you’d fly on those big rainbow wings back to my dreams because you promised you’d always be here for me, no matter how big I got, because we are best friends an
Letters
10
Literature
The Great Kings of Our Past
“There was a time when the grandeur of stars in the sky did not exist. Back when the Great Kings of our past graced this earth with their presence.” The crowned creature lifts his large muzzle to look up into the star-shaped figures that beheld the astonishing glory above. “They lived and breathed, just as you and I do now.”
“Ho…how did they become a part of the sky?” a tiny spotted Cheetah cub speaks up from her nook hidden beneath the mighty Lion.
The Lion’s gaze briefly lowers to the three orphaned cubs at his paws, to look tenderly into their innocent eyes.
“They became the stars by
Poetry of pain
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Signed, yourself by Christianonfire7, literature
Literature
Signed, yourself
Dear Jamie:
I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defying line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear, your tears are safe with me. Just let you