The most potent venom,
Is not found in wild creatures,
But in the lies of a human.
Collaborate with a pen pal and create a poem or short story based on the illustration below. Tag your Open Letters "WritingDuo".
She replied,”Fine as a fiddle, even more good if you can solve this riddle,
One equals two,
Two equals one,
Made in heaven,
Are you the one?.”
He smiled in return and replied,” As crazy as i might sound,
The answer for the riddle is HEART,
Joined as two and equals one,
Am i right , or are you going to spoil the fun?.”
Her smile spoke volumes to him .
As the sun set and formed a beautiful canvas , two figures joint as one walked into the horizon.
Oh! Look at me!
I'm hanging by my feet
You might think I'm in a tree
Or hand-standing on the street
Maybe I am jumping
On a sturdy trampoline
In the air with bird's wings pumping
Then falling down through an evergreen
My hair is loose
My eyes are closed
My arms are juice
I'm fully exposed
I'm in dark air
And the dark is a bear
Eating me until I disappear
Try not to become a person of success, but rather try to become a person of value.
- Albert Einstein
Every night I sleep with other thought popped,
Every morning I wake up on the other side of bed
It's like everything is different than last night
But still so similar,
Like everything is tossed and twirled,
And moved upside down or reversed or whatever is the antonym for messed up !!!
She has taken aback
As her boyfriend moves with other
What to do she thinks.
To burn and still come out stronger, more beautiful.
We all were excited, a new member was being expected to come. Any time my aunt would give us the good news.
It was 17th of may and it was a boy the news came out of the delivery room we all were so thrilled to hear and was eager to see the new born. The nurse brought the newborn and gave him to my grandmom. we all gathered around him, soon there was a pin drop silence in the room. The giggles became silent and the vibrant enthusiastic faces immediately turned pale. To our horror the baby boy was born with a birth defect, his right hand was underdeveloped
I didn’t know how to react as I was too young, as he grew up, he was always a centre of conversation where ever we go to an...
Write a poem or a short story based on the illustration below. Tag your Open Letter, DoodleStory.
A courageous queen who fights,
Not to defend a king,
but a tiny prince or princess.
When all your hardwork goes down the drain,
And the people of the world drive you insane,
It's okay to let your tears fall like the rain,
Rather than slowly dying from the pain.