Greta's Creative Writing

The rebel stands tall Head unbowed and standing firm Though shaking inside

I have a few concerns About the way that things are going With the current atmosphere An east wind will soon be blowing Where there’s smoke there’s fire And we have an abundance of both Death will come for all of us So the raven quoth But it need not come so soon For our […]

What are you afraid of, Old Man? Is it my passion, my beliefs, my ideas? You would say you aren’t afraid Of a little girl with big ideas but When you show me your anger, You reveal to me your fear   When you remember when you were young, Old Man, Do you really remember? […]

Jake ran. When he couldn’t run any longer, he jogged, and when he couldn’t jog, he walked. There was nothing else to do. The open forest, with its spread out trees and little underbrush, provided nowhere to hide. He would be sniffed out anyway if he tried. No tree roots reached up to trip him […]