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Mae the Umbrella

Mae the Umbrella

A Poem by Amelia Angel


A poem I wrote for a photograph I took http://overwhelmingxpain.deviantart.com/#/d2w69w8
Den Stora Hat-Krönikan

Den Stora Hat-Krönikan

A Story by Vinterprinsessa


A bit experimental. A column where the opinion is hate against everything and all. Not seriously meant, of course.
The Snowman

The Snowman

A Story by Chicago Jake


The Snowman Timmy and Sally lived in a nice comfy house by a big roaring river. Their Mommy and Daddy loved them very much and life was go..
A Wrong-side Up Bowl of Love

A Wrong-side Up Bowl of Love

A Poem by I Cast a Shadow


A poem written with a hand knit hat I made for my lover.
Kissing Mickey Mouse

Kissing Mickey Mouse

A Story by Christina May Shanaberg


I have seen too many pictures of terrified toddlers!
The Shoe

The Shoe

A Story by Emily Shae


For Creative Writing class....
Teenie Weenie Neighbors

Teenie Weenie Neighbors

A Poem by Raccoony


Describing an old cover of a book by William Donahey... I had a lot of fun with this piece!
HAT TRICK

HAT TRICK

A Poem by Mark


In honor of my nephew, Thompson Schuler Teague, upon the occasion of his graduation from High School...
Chapter II: The Sorting Hat

Chapter II: The Sorting Hat

A Chapter by Andrew Nightingale


It is time for the first years to be sorted into their houses. But where Albus ends up is not where you'd expect.
Sorting Hat's Last Song

Sorting Hat's Last Song

A Poem by Anor


Little fanfiction poem based in Harry Potter universe. The Sorting Hat is singing a song in a period where Hogwarts is no more.
Bowler Hat

Bowler Hat

A Poem by Rachel Landes


To send your world spinning. With love.
He is coming

He is coming

A Poem by Naomi Bloom


That feeling when you see the silhouette of your crush across the school hallway.
A Hat

A Hat

A Poem by Cody K


Just a simple poem. Something I wrote doodling in class, and I kind of liked it, so I thought I'd share. It's nothing special.
The Hat-man and Mask-Bearer, Part Two

The Hat-man and Mask-Bearer, Part Two

A Poem by Kenneth Stephen Goodpaste..


I stood nude except a tieAskew and a weeping blue,Reserved but certainly not shyObserving the terrifying two.To my body my hands are fusedWhile my fee..

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