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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 15:58:52 GMT -5
Written by students for students. If you feel bored and have found the creativity to write a tale or story, feel free to submit it to the Hogwarts Gazette! You can chose yourself if you want you name signed or if you want to stay anonymous.
(pm your character's story to Viola's account. There is no minimum or maximum but it is going to be checked by Viola so no nonsense will make it)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 3:31:50 GMT -5
The daisy was a quaint flower, nice to look at. That is, until a beautiful red rose grew beside it. All eyes then became fixated on the rose. The small daisy, which had once been fondly gazed upon, was now forgotten about. Years and years passed, all the while, the rose growing more beautiful, yet prickly; the daisy, however, remained the same. One day, it was time for the daisy and rose to be moved into a different garden, but the daisy was forgotten, like always, and left behind.
No one wants me, thought the daisy, no one. But a crying boy soon stopped in front of the daisy. Why was he crying? The daisy wanted to know.
“I thought they had taken you. I was so afraid you’d be gone.” He made a sniffing noise while attempting to stop his tears.
Is he crying for me? The daisy wondered. He was afraid he’d no longer see me? The daisy was used to being ignored. This was just– unbelievable.
“I’m so glad you’re still here.” The daisy watched the boy smile through his tears. In that moment, the daisy realized that it had not been forgotten. Someone – this boy – still loved it; the quaint daisy.
by ~Anonymous
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