The Last Star

This is a poem written by eight year old Stella Rose. Her Dad happened upon it, scrawled in marker on paper, when helping her tidy her bedroom and was so impressed, he asked if she'd allow him to submit it to StoryBud. Happily, she agreed. Given Stella's age, this is some exceptional writing and a talent we'll likely see more of in the future. ​

The Last Star

It was a cold, gloomy night 
when I received such a fright 
I doubt I’ll be able to explain the sight, but I just might!
I was staring at the grey, thinking about the day.
 I watched the sun go down 
and the stars fill the sky 
when I received a surprise. 
A star came to me and it said Good luck (for what I did not know).
 I stared out to see, not just stars.
I saw planets and black holes, the mysteries of space and souls.
 I looked behind to see Earth glow,
 Then a Blast. 
The last. 
Earth was blown to pieces and lost to the void of space, 
never to see another face.


​By Stella Rose