Hopfield is Writing

Edald Hopfield

  • The Letter Poem

    O That’s what we used to draw, O That’s what we used to write, O Young, awkward and very cheesy, O But that was our thing, O ‘Eternity’, ‘unbreakable’, ‘a full circle’, an initial meaning that we’ve forgotten, O But… Continue reading

  • AT: Portfolio #4

    | Task 4: A Scene With Tension | The hole is getting bigger. Even with the rain letting some of the dirt slide back in. A puddle was starting to form at the bottom and it caused a little splash… Continue reading

  • She’s in my Head

    She has hair made from the night sky, Not a blinded city sky, A country night sky, The real night sky, It moves like the ocean, Maybe it is the water’s reflection of the night sky, A grand mirror of… Continue reading

  • Sense and Sensibility ~ Jane Austen

    So I’ve never really read the ‘classics’. I think the only exceptions are Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and Shakespeare. I’ve read a lot of Shakespeare. Other than that I don’t really know. And Frankenstein was a prescribed text in high school. I probably wouldn’t… Continue reading

  • Greeting

    Hello, I’m here, Brought by winds that dropped me every now and then, But I’m here, Covered in things that ooze and things that sparkle, But I’m here, Sad and a little confused and sheepish at my reflections, But I’m… Continue reading

  • Dragon

    Seven is thought to be the most beautiful dragon by some and the ugliest by others. This is because Seven, the daughter-dragon of Kima and Breagon, is a rare Monarch Dragon. Unlike the steel colour of her father and the… Continue reading

  • Friendship

    I’ve always wanted at ‘best friend’. That person that knows you more than most and you can spend an infinite amount of time with them without getting bored. A consistent relationship that you don’t have to work really hard to… Continue reading

  • AT: Portfolio Task #3

    | Task 3: Dialogue Between Two Characters | “I tried really har-” “How did you get such a low mark?” Nela muttered as she looked at the number scribbled on the paper. She glanced down at Claus, her sharp blue eyes causing the… Continue reading

  • Short Story and Poetry Prompts

    I have an issue when it comes to writing short stories if I’m not given an explicit theme. Having complete control over what I can do in the story is actually too much freedom, too much power. Because the problem… Continue reading

  • Animals

    When my siblings moved to Canada, they left the cat with me. Her name is Booger, or Boogie for short, and she’s about three. She was named Booger because she had a lot of ‘eye-boogers’ is what my brother-in-law referred… Continue reading