Arabella
By Ashlee Nelson
On the dirty, grimy streets of Londons Fleet Street, there was a pie shop. Mrs. Lovetts pie shop. Which was of course run by Mrs. Lovett and a boy named Tobias. The man who watched over the two lived in a dull and rather lifeless upstairs above the shop.
His name was Sweeney Todd, and from the barber pole to the right side of his door, you could obviously tell this man was a barber.
It was a Saturday night at the already popular eatery (ever since Mrs. Lovett started getting new meat from a mysterious source). People had been running about all day it seems because the depressing weather was lacking it
Dove
By Airafleeza
I want to be a dove.
To fly above everything and everyone,
Carrying flowers in my mouth
just to let them float away.
So that a little girl will pick one up and smile.
I dont want to a crocodile.
To lie to everyone around me.
Sinking and sinking
into deep mud.
Holding them loving as I steal their dreams.
I want to be a dove.
So I can fly far above deceit and seven sins so that they cant touch me,
Because the weight would wear me down
Would I still remain snow white?
Dirt would cover my feathers and Id never fly again.
I dont want to be a cat.
Arabella
By Airafleeza
Mr. Todd? Arabella knocked on his door that rattled when hit upon and frightened her. M-Mr. Todd?
The door is open.
Arabella opened the door, staring in awe of the empty room she had just entered.
The wallpaper appeared to be running away from the wall itself and singed at the curled ends where it had managed to make some progress towards its escape. The room lacked pictures; no pictures on the wall of anyone, not even a painting of flowers or anything. There was indeed a mirror, broken though, a dusty chest, a stand that held his barbering supplies and his red chair for cu