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Let’s Analyze a Short Poem 📖

Here’s a 4-line poem:

The sky is a canvas, Painted with dreams, Clouds drift like whispers, In sunlight’s beams. 🎯 Activity: Which emotion does this poem convey? How does the imagery affect your feelings? Comment below or create your own 4-line poem using similar imagery.

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Weekly Writing Challenge ✏️

Imagine you find a secret door in your school. Where does it lead? Write a short story (5–6 sentences) and reply to this post!

Do you prefer writing:

Realistic stories

Magical adventures

Funny or absurd tales

Voting ended onJan 12

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Discovering London through Words 🌍

I just updated a mini travelogue of London: walking along the Thames, spotting hidden bookshops, and tasting amazing scones. Check the photos and captions for descriptive writing ideas! 🎨 Student Challenge: Which photo description do you think paints the clearest picture? Comment your favorite and explain why.

I arrive in London on a day that smells like rain but never quite commits to it. The Thames pulls me in first. Walking along its broad, patient curve, I watch the city layer itself: glass towers catching shy sunlight, stone bridges wearing centuries like comfortable coats. The river moves slowly, as if it knows it has all the time in the world, and I let my pace match it. Street musicians drift in and out of earshot, their notes dissolving into the sound of water and footsteps.

I wander off the main path and let curiosity do the steering. That’s how I find the bookshops—tucked into side streets, half-basements, narrow doorways you could miss if you blink. Inside, the air is dusted with paper and quiet ambition. Shelves lean slightly, like old friends sharing secrets. I run my fingers along spines with cracked lettering, discovering forgotten travel journals, dog-eared poetry, maps of cities that no longer exist in quite the same way. Time behaves differently in these places; minutes stretch, and the outside world politely waits.

Eventually, hunger leads me back out. A small café promises fresh scones in looping chalk letters, and I don’t question it. The scone arrives warm, split open, its crumb tender and just a little rebellious. Clotted cream melts lazily into strawberry jam, sweet and sharp at once. I take a bite and understand why people write home about food. It’s comfort and ceremony in one mouthful, best enjoyed slowly, with tea strong enough to hold its own opinions.

As evening settles in, London feels both immense and intimate. I’ve walked beside a river older than most stories, held conversations with books that outlived their authors, and tasted something simple made unforgettable. The city doesn’t ask to be understood all at once—it just invites you to keep walking.

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Word of the Week: “Serendipity”

Have you ever stumbled upon something wonderful by accident? That’s serendipity! 🌸 ✅ Use it in a sentence today and share it in the comments! 📌 Example: “Finding this cozy bookstore was pure serendipity!”

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🌟 Welcome to English Corner!

This microblog will feature mini-lessons, inspiring quotes, travelogues, and weekly challenges. 📚✨ 💡 Tip: Follow for bite-sized English insights and creative prompts every week!