Works written by students during the Creative Writing Studies.
My favourite thing about the fell season
I knock at the door.
She walked down the street hastily,
That night Gatsby could not close his eyes.
After the death of her husband,
Once upon a time there lived
Ariel was in Love. L-O-V-E.
That day was shocking for Juliet.
Long time ago there were two girls
My mother used to tell me:
