Huge green eyes snapped open; they were filled with fear. An eighteen-year-old girl lay on a dirt-streaked cement floor. Her coppery brown hair lay in a heap around her face as she stared at the ceiling of the bare room. A large bruise over her left eye clashed with her beautiful, olive complexion.
The room was silent, except for her ragged breathing, as her once beautiful dress rose and fell. Willow, the princess of Annador, now lay in a concrete cell in Ondalisia, with her mother, father, and brothers somewhere nearby by, waiting for what Willow was sure would be a death sentence. Willow glared at the ceiling as she thought of Daniel, the prince of Nurdion, whom she was supposed to marry, before her kingdom was taken and her family held captive god knows where.
Daniel was a tall, handsome boy with brownish, almost black hair, a chiseled face, and a darker shade of skin. Even though it was an arranged marriage, Willow had been excited. She had had a huge crush on him ever since she met him. Willow smiled at the memory.
Willow walked into the bedroom, along with a girl with beautiful red hair and freckles sprinkled over her nose. Laughing, Willow and Liana sat down on a neatly made bed, with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Smoothing their dresses, the girls continued to talk, laughing and smiling. They talked, until a loud thud resounded from Liana's closet.
"What was that?" Willow asked
"I don't know..." Liana mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear. Willow stood from the bed, carefully smoothing creases from her beautiful, blue dress. It was short, so she could run, even though her mother disapproved of it. Willow had actually cut off the bottom of the silk dress and sewed the seams. She was so good with a needle, no one could tell that the dress hadn't been made that way. Walking to the closet door, Willow turned to face Liana, her hand on the closet's doorknob.
"May I?" asked Willow. Frowning, Liana nodded. Willow smiled, and opened the closet door. A boy, about her age, maybe older stumbled out of the closet smiling. Willows eyes widened with shock, then smiled sheepishly.
"Hi!" The boy said, smiling. "My name's Daniel."
Smiling, Willow opened eyes to look at the concrete ceiling of her cell once again.
"Get up, girl." A rough voice jerked Willow back to reality. A huge hand jerked Willow up, sending shooting pains up her battered legs and arms. "Come on. It's time to meet the king."
*P. S.
This is not my favorite writing. The whole Annador, which I have not even written yet is my favorite writing. I will be publishing more chapters once I write them on a private blog, called Annador, which is dedicated to Annador, and only Annador. Please read them as I write them, they will always be there. Thank you Ms. Spengler, we love you!*
Thursday, May 18, 2017
The Once Boy
There was once a boy who dreamed of flying
He was told to keep those thoughts away
Told to lock them into the abyss
For "safe keeping" they would say
"What's hidden inside can't be missed"
The wings stolen till late May
The truth hidden with a sharp hiss
For "you are but a single stray
whats inside you are to diss"
Why cant he feel the ocean spray
Why should he be told to hide in the mist
There was once a boy who dreamed of escaping
Ayla's Emo Diary
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017
I woke up this morning to my favorite type of day, dark, cold, and rainy. I got out of my bed with the help of music by My Chemical Romance. Walking to my closet, I was trying to decide what colors to wear. Black with black, or black with silver?
I dreaded every morning. People know how apathetic I am towards school. With my dark, empty, ebullient soul, I decided to wear black with black. Next, as usual, was my wretched makeup. I began putting on my thick, black, winged eyeliner and my dark lipstick.
Then my waspish mother called. Every day she tells me the same thing, "You have a saturnine temperament." There is always melancholy in her voice when she tells me this. Let me tell you where this empty life began. I was walking down a street with construction, when I suddenly fell into tar. I got an ambivalent feeling and that hasn't changed.
Anyways, let me continue my journal about my inadequate life. I continued to brush my dark hair that was placed upon my wan head. My cantankerous self went down stairs, grabbed my prepacked bag, and waited for the bus. I put in my livid earbuds with My Chemical Romance booming my favorite song, Kill All Your Friends.
I went through the normal fatigued school day, unnoticed luckily. When I got home, I saw my pitiful mother cooking my least favorite meal, so I skipped it. I went up to my gloomy room and locked myself in the bathroom. I began playing songs from an emo band called Taking Back Sunday bursting in my ears. That is how this hopeless journal began and that is how this hopeless journal shall end. See you nextime journal.
if there is a nextime.
May 4, 2017
I woke up this morning to my favorite type of day, dark, cold, and rainy. I got out of my bed with the help of music by My Chemical Romance. Walking to my closet, I was trying to decide what colors to wear. Black with black, or black with silver?
I dreaded every morning. People know how apathetic I am towards school. With my dark, empty, ebullient soul, I decided to wear black with black. Next, as usual, was my wretched makeup. I began putting on my thick, black, winged eyeliner and my dark lipstick.
Then my waspish mother called. Every day she tells me the same thing, "You have a saturnine temperament." There is always melancholy in her voice when she tells me this. Let me tell you where this empty life began. I was walking down a street with construction, when I suddenly fell into tar. I got an ambivalent feeling and that hasn't changed.
Anyways, let me continue my journal about my inadequate life. I continued to brush my dark hair that was placed upon my wan head. My cantankerous self went down stairs, grabbed my prepacked bag, and waited for the bus. I put in my livid earbuds with My Chemical Romance booming my favorite song, Kill All Your Friends.
I went through the normal fatigued school day, unnoticed luckily. When I got home, I saw my pitiful mother cooking my least favorite meal, so I skipped it. I went up to my gloomy room and locked myself in the bathroom. I began playing songs from an emo band called Taking Back Sunday bursting in my ears. That is how this hopeless journal began and that is how this hopeless journal shall end. See you nextime journal.
if there is a nextime.
The Thing that fell from the sky
"Hello my friends and loved ones, I am here today to inform you of our terrible disaster. I am sure all of you know of the things that fell from the sky yesterday at 4:07 PM. You don't know something though, something terrible happened when those things fell from the sky. Those things weren't just space rocks, those things are"....... everyone including myself had stopped, we were looking at the man giving the speach he just stopped. He was looking at somthing off in the distance, but I wasn't sure what he was looking at, I don't even know if he knew what he was looking at. Then, out of no where he began talking again," dangerous they want us dead, now I am sure you are asking, how do you know? I will tell you, yesterday at about 4:10 PM I walked outside to see what had happened, as any sane person would do. When I looked outside I saw a large metal sphere that had landed in my front lawn, I approached the orb of silver and it exploded into a million little creatures that came after me I ran into my house and locked the doors. The creatures were small, black , and slimy......" My father stood up and yelled,"He is lying". Then there was more screaming in disbelief of what the man had just said. The man deflected with," No, I am telling thioe truth look I have to bites to prove it" the crowed stopped, looked, and started screaming things like 'then how do we know you aren't infected with somthing then?', and 'then why didn't you start with that?'
At that point I decided to leave I couldn't deal with the amount of stress and anger in that room. So once I left I went to find the silver orbs the man spoke of. Then, I saw the orb, it was about five feet in diameter. When I got closer the thing did explode, but not into millions of creatures breed to kill. No. It was a creature somthing not of earth, but it was only a child, a baby more like. It cried like a child of earth but it didn't look like one. It was bigger almost the size of a toddler. I cautiously walked toward the child, and the crying stoped. So I picked up the child, it was a lot bigger than I thought.
I brought it to the town hall where the meeting was being held. When I arrived everyone turned and looked at me.
I said "this is what was within the orbs...they aren't orbs at all actually. They are eggs, well maybe not eggs maybe they are incubators of some sort."
The man said," then why was the one in my yard filled with evil bugs?"
"I don't know maybe each one has somthing incubating in it. The one I found had a child in it the one you found had evil bugs in it. We need to go and find out what is in the rest of them and find out why."
I said "this is what was within the orbs...they aren't orbs at all actually. They are eggs, well maybe not eggs maybe they are incubators of some sort."
The man said," then why was the one in my yard filled with evil bugs?"
"I don't know maybe each one has somthing incubating in it. The one I found had a child in it the one you found had evil bugs in it. We need to go and find out what is in the rest of them and find out why."
But everyone just stared and started laughing. They said that I was lying, and I was just a kid and that I was wrong about the whole thing. So I left the child and ran off, I left the city, set up camp. Then I saw it, the space ship. It was hovering over the city, then it dropped somthing, then the city was gone and I was the only one left.
Dyson Sphere
"The Empire wants you and your construction fleet to create a Dyson Sphere around the M class star Kolbrek #50821475, otherwise known as Bjorn. You should meet no resistance in that system." High General Alder commanded, I followed, because mutiny is capital.
This system is not very interesting. It's your run-of-the-mill system with gas giants and rocky pebbles. There is no way this is inhabited.
Day 458, Dyson Sphere: 25% Complete.
Someone didn't do their job correctly, my chief Communications officer ran onto the bridge, yelling "Sir! We just got a message from Planet #72593-BCAR, dubbed Terek, it appears that it has sentient life!"
"WHAT!? What did they say?"
"It's not in any known language, but we can decrypt it. It says, 'Hello, we are the people of the United States of America, and we would like to know, what are you doing with our star?'"
"Get general Alder on the line" the screen sparks to life, with a groggy general staring at it.
"What do you want?"
"Sorry sir, but it appears that there's a civilization in this system."
"Impossible, we scanned that system years ago!"
"Yes, but a quick scan shows that their still in the country phase of civilization, they have a small station in low orbit and it can only hold crew members."
"Contact them and put the Dyson Sphere on hold."
"Yes sir." The screen died.
"Send them a message."
"Yes sir."
Hello, people of Earth! We are a construction fleet from the Empire of Skervann. We were building a Dyson Sphere around your star. We didn't know you were here because our scanners pick up stage 2 and up civilizations, and you haven't even reached stage 1. Our commander will land in the city of Houston, we wish for a long and prosperous relationship between us.
"Sir, General Alder is on the line!"
"Patch him through." the screen sparked to life with a loud thunk
"New orders from the higher ups. You are to deconstruct the Dyson Sphere, and send an ambassador. More fleets are on the way. We will share our technology. Our new goal is to make them a stage 2 civilization within 10 years." The screen flickered dead. Finally, the Sverkann will have a friend in this gladiatorial arena we call the galaxy.
Idea from the subreddit r/writingprompts
This system is not very interesting. It's your run-of-the-mill system with gas giants and rocky pebbles. There is no way this is inhabited.
Day 458, Dyson Sphere: 25% Complete.
Someone didn't do their job correctly, my chief Communications officer ran onto the bridge, yelling "Sir! We just got a message from Planet #72593-BCAR, dubbed Terek, it appears that it has sentient life!"
"WHAT!? What did they say?"
"It's not in any known language, but we can decrypt it. It says, 'Hello, we are the people of the United States of America, and we would like to know, what are you doing with our star?'"
"Get general Alder on the line" the screen sparks to life, with a groggy general staring at it.
"What do you want?"
"Sorry sir, but it appears that there's a civilization in this system."
"Impossible, we scanned that system years ago!"
"Yes, but a quick scan shows that their still in the country phase of civilization, they have a small station in low orbit and it can only hold crew members."
"Contact them and put the Dyson Sphere on hold."
"Yes sir." The screen died.
"Send them a message."
"Yes sir."
Hello, people of Earth! We are a construction fleet from the Empire of Skervann. We were building a Dyson Sphere around your star. We didn't know you were here because our scanners pick up stage 2 and up civilizations, and you haven't even reached stage 1. Our commander will land in the city of Houston, we wish for a long and prosperous relationship between us.
"Sir, General Alder is on the line!"
"Patch him through." the screen sparked to life with a loud thunk
"New orders from the higher ups. You are to deconstruct the Dyson Sphere, and send an ambassador. More fleets are on the way. We will share our technology. Our new goal is to make them a stage 2 civilization within 10 years." The screen flickered dead. Finally, the Sverkann will have a friend in this gladiatorial arena we call the galaxy.
Idea from the subreddit r/writingprompts
Rumi
Rumi
Mourning, I pour out my endless righteousness.
In my former life, I cast out my salvation a diverse way.
I acquired wild power beyond belief.
Now I strive in the depths of my soul.
Mourning, I pour out my endless righteousness.
In my former life, I cast out my salvation a diverse way.
I acquired wild power beyond belief.
Now I strive in the depths of my soul.
The Same Old River
They say you never step into the same river twice
But here I stand in that same old river
That some pass by, but never go in
And that same old fishermen who has never seen a fish
The same rush of water around my grounded feet
That same old rock with that same bird that looks at passing twigs never finding the right one
And here I still stand never swayed
I been in many rivers
But this one never let me go
So here I stand never moving from my spot in the river bay
So here I stand
Dog With Dreams
The dog had a dream to fly
But he didn't want to die
He jumped the roof and said "bye, bye"
And he somehow made it to the sky?
My present to you
1: Ride my bike.
2: Not go to school.
3: Get to sleep in (sometimes).
4: Stay the night at a friend's house.
5: Go on night rides with my friends.
6: Go to the movies once or twice.
7: Get to eat food.
That about sums up a good weekend for me.
1: Clean.
2: Go home after riding my bike.
3: Having to fix my bike.
4: Make food.
5: Think about having to go to school in one or two days.
6: Get yelled at by my mom or dad.
7: Waking up early is one of the worst parts.
That makes up a horrible weekend.
This is my present to you these are my first two post on the blog and I hope you like it. P.S. I could not have done it without you.
2: Not go to school.
3: Get to sleep in (sometimes).
4: Stay the night at a friend's house.
5: Go on night rides with my friends.
6: Go to the movies once or twice.
7: Get to eat food.
That about sums up a good weekend for me.
1: Clean.
2: Go home after riding my bike.
3: Having to fix my bike.
4: Make food.
5: Think about having to go to school in one or two days.
6: Get yelled at by my mom or dad.
7: Waking up early is one of the worst parts.
That makes up a horrible weekend.
This is my present to you these are my first two post on the blog and I hope you like it. P.S. I could not have done it without you.
Gonna Summer
Gonna by a new swimsuit,
Gonna dip my toes in the sand
Gonna look really cute,
Gonna get a good tan
Gonna go to the beach,
Gonna garden in the yard
Gonna eat a peach,
Gonna sign up to be a life guard
Gonna go to the pool,
Gonna buy a beach ball
Gonna be so cool,
Gonna go to the mall
Gonna set off a firework,
Gonna have a party
Gonna have no homework,
Gonna not be sorry
Gonna have a birthday,
Gonna sell some lemonade
Gonna go outside and play,
Gonna make memories that won't fade
Gonna clog up the pool,
Gonna need a plumber
Gonna have no school,
Gonna summer.
The Date to the Dance
You're in language arts reading your book. You glance up from your book, and all you see is Jacob (your crush) looking at you. You quickly look back at your book. The bell rings and you pop out of your chair and get your things ready to go to lunch. You are walking to the door, and Jacob is standing in the doorway. The first thing that pops in your head is the dance this Friday. He slips a piece of paper in your binder, which you are holding in your arms. Opening the sticky note, you read it, and it says meet me in the gym by the bleachers. You quickly head to your locker to put your things away. You slowly walk to the gym where he is waiting. As you are walking to the gym your friend, Vanessa, grabs you by the arm and takes you to the girl's locker room.
"Please help me. I need you to help me. I need help on a math test," Vanessa whines.
"Ok, I can't help you right now," I say.
"Why?" Vanessa asks.
Pulling out the note, you explained what happened.
"Ok," Vanessa says as she was pushing you out of the locker room into the gym.
You see Jacob sitting on the bleachers. You walk over to him.
"Hi," Jacob say.
"Hi. What did you want to talk to me about?" I asks.
"Umm, I was wondering if you would like to go to the dance with me?"
"Ya, I would like to go to the dance with you."
" But I, don't know enough about you yet." You say.
"Yes you do." Jacob says .
"No, I really don't." You says argument-ably.
"I will tell you a little bit about me. I am from Texas. My mom and dad are divorced , and I live with my mom. Is that enough." Jacob says
"No, that is not what I mean. I don't know if I want to go to the dance with you." You say.
"Why not? You are the only person I like and the only person I will like." Jacob says.
"I know I am great and all, but Austin already asked me. I just don't know who to go with." You say confused.
Right as you stop talking the bell rings and you see all of your friends standing at the door, and all of his friends standing at the other door.
"I have to go to class. I will think about who I will go with ." You says.
"Okay, did you answer Austin yet?" Jacob asks.
"No, I have not, but I will think about it tonight and answer your question tomorrow." You say.
"Ok, see you later." Jacob says.
As you walk to your friends, you hear your name come on the intercom.
"Rose Smith please come to the front office." says the office.
You walk to the front office.
"Hi Rose. You are leaving for a doctor's appointment. Your mom is on her way." she says.
"Ok thanks." You say.
"You can go get your stuff and you can sit while you wait for your mom."
You walk to your locker and get your things. You walk to the front office and sit in one of the chairs.
Another day passes by.
"Hi, so I thought long and hard about if I wanted to go to the dance with you. My answer is no. I am sorry Austin, but Jacob asked me too, and I just don't want to go with you." You say.
"Well that is ok. I don't what to go with you either. It was a dare."
"Well... Ok... bye?" You say
You walk up to Jacob and tell him what happened with Austin.
It is the day of the dance. You go to school and it is a normal day. After school is out, you get in Vanessa's mom's car and go to her house to get ready for the dance.
You wear a neon pink dress with black lace trim. Vanessa's mom dropped you two off at the front door. You go in and there you see Jacob standing at the entrance wearing black slacks with a lose white shirt. You walk up to him and tap him on his shoulder.
"Hello," you says.
"Hi, you look nice," Jacob say.
"You do too," you says.
You and Vanessa walk to your friends, while Jacob walks to his friends.
"Hi," says Vanessa.
"Hi, you look nice," you say.
"You do too," Vanessa say.
You dance with your friends for a while, and then you go dance with Jacob. As you hear your favorite song come on, you see Austin walk by you and Jacob.
"Oh, I see you are dancing with your boyfriend," Austin says rudely.
"He is not my boyfriend! I am just going to the dance with him."
"Well... I was thinking about that and I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend?"
You look at him for a while then answer, " Ya, I would love too."
You look back at Austin and he is gone.
After the dance you switch numbers, say that you will talk later then you see your mom's car and walk to your car. As you drive home, you text with Jacob. You date for about two months. Then he broke up with you because you were better off as friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. After the school year was over you find out that Vanessa was dating Chase, Jacob's friend, and that they have been dating since before the dance which was three months ago.
"Please help me. I need you to help me. I need help on a math test," Vanessa whines.
"Ok, I can't help you right now," I say.
"Why?" Vanessa asks.
Pulling out the note, you explained what happened.
"Ok," Vanessa says as she was pushing you out of the locker room into the gym.
You see Jacob sitting on the bleachers. You walk over to him.
"Hi," Jacob say.
"Hi. What did you want to talk to me about?" I asks.
"Umm, I was wondering if you would like to go to the dance with me?"
"Ya, I would like to go to the dance with you."
" But I, don't know enough about you yet." You say.
"Yes you do." Jacob says .
"No, I really don't." You says argument-ably.
"I will tell you a little bit about me. I am from Texas. My mom and dad are divorced , and I live with my mom. Is that enough." Jacob says
"No, that is not what I mean. I don't know if I want to go to the dance with you." You say.
"Why not? You are the only person I like and the only person I will like." Jacob says.
"I know I am great and all, but Austin already asked me. I just don't know who to go with." You say confused.
Right as you stop talking the bell rings and you see all of your friends standing at the door, and all of his friends standing at the other door.
"I have to go to class. I will think about who I will go with ." You says.
"Okay, did you answer Austin yet?" Jacob asks.
"No, I have not, but I will think about it tonight and answer your question tomorrow." You say.
"Ok, see you later." Jacob says.
As you walk to your friends, you hear your name come on the intercom.
"Rose Smith please come to the front office." says the office.
You walk to the front office.
"Hi Rose. You are leaving for a doctor's appointment. Your mom is on her way." she says.
"Ok thanks." You say.
"You can go get your stuff and you can sit while you wait for your mom."
You walk to your locker and get your things. You walk to the front office and sit in one of the chairs.
Another day passes by.
"Hi, so I thought long and hard about if I wanted to go to the dance with you. My answer is no. I am sorry Austin, but Jacob asked me too, and I just don't want to go with you." You say.
"Well that is ok. I don't what to go with you either. It was a dare."
"Well... Ok... bye?" You say
You walk up to Jacob and tell him what happened with Austin.
It is the day of the dance. You go to school and it is a normal day. After school is out, you get in Vanessa's mom's car and go to her house to get ready for the dance.
You wear a neon pink dress with black lace trim. Vanessa's mom dropped you two off at the front door. You go in and there you see Jacob standing at the entrance wearing black slacks with a lose white shirt. You walk up to him and tap him on his shoulder.
"Hello," you says.
"Hi, you look nice," Jacob say.
"You do too," you says.
You and Vanessa walk to your friends, while Jacob walks to his friends.
"Hi," says Vanessa.
"Hi, you look nice," you say.
"You do too," Vanessa say.
You dance with your friends for a while, and then you go dance with Jacob. As you hear your favorite song come on, you see Austin walk by you and Jacob.
"Oh, I see you are dancing with your boyfriend," Austin says rudely.
"He is not my boyfriend! I am just going to the dance with him."
"Well... I was thinking about that and I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend?"
You look at him for a while then answer, " Ya, I would love too."
You look back at Austin and he is gone.
After the dance you switch numbers, say that you will talk later then you see your mom's car and walk to your car. As you drive home, you text with Jacob. You date for about two months. Then he broke up with you because you were better off as friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. After the school year was over you find out that Vanessa was dating Chase, Jacob's friend, and that they have been dating since before the dance which was three months ago.
The End
remember
your parents pick you up when you fall
your siblings protect you from awful guys but,
your teachers give you something special. A pen.
A pen can show you that you can't get rid of your mistakes and
that you can't always right your wrongs.
For some a pen is a pen.
but for others a pen can not only open
a new door to the world but can clarify the reality of it all.
your siblings protect you from awful guys but,
your teachers give you something special. A pen.
A pen can show you that you can't get rid of your mistakes and
that you can't always right your wrongs.
For some a pen is a pen.
but for others a pen can not only open
a new door to the world but can clarify the reality of it all.
Good bye school Poem
Dance beneath the stars as you drink in the night. Let the thunder over
take you as the lightening fills the sky.
Feel the force of nature penetrate your skin, and you spin with the world as the magic sinks in.
Think of writing as an angel when the dream comes, light a candle when you are feeling your self wake at dawn.
You shake as the glitter sparkles your thought, and you wonder as the filter controls your cause.
Have a little summer that helps you dream, as you write in the summer in your sleep.
English helps you with your steam, it can control the most distinguishing things that creates your own team.
Understand that lively steam is a mile of leaving.
A poem can help whoever sees, it does not have to rhyme to see.
The only reason of a poem is a reasoning.
It is something you have for to talk and sing.
You can use it to act but only for soon, you can use it to laugh but for noon.
Feel the force of nature penetrate your skin, and you spin with the world as the magic sinks in.
Think of writing as an angel when the dream comes, light a candle when you are feeling your self wake at dawn.
You shake as the glitter sparkles your thought, and you wonder as the filter controls your cause.
Have a little summer that helps you dream, as you write in the summer in your sleep.
English helps you with your steam, it can control the most distinguishing things that creates your own team.
Understand that lively steam is a mile of leaving.
A poem can help whoever sees, it does not have to rhyme to see.
The only reason of a poem is a reasoning.
It is something you have for to talk and sing.
You can use it to act but only for soon, you can use it to laugh but for noon.
Her Eternal Beauty
Her breasts sagged low displaying the divots
of her sternum upon her papery skin. The minuscule,
knobby limbs splayed about her unhealthy frame.
Hair, thin, dry, and unkempt held form around her scalp
almost hiding her neck, which was turned at an awkward, broken,
angle. Dark carmine blood flowed
around her body, contrasting with her pale body
and absorbs into the baby blue dress that clung
to her torso and crotch.The somber atmosphere
enclosed her dying, malnourished, figure.
Vast, bleak, farms stretch to the horizon, seeming
to caress the setting sun.
Soulless eyes sunk in deeply and the apples of her cheeks protruded from her hollow face.
Her body contorted into a disgusting beauty as a grotesque
expression clouded her features while she choked
on the thick liquid collecting in her throat.
Like shiny glass,
her eyes blankly stare upwards at the charred
building she had once leapt from and tears
roll down her filthy face, painting clean streaks that crawled into her ears.
Though she was not sad.
The searing pain groping
about her body had turned into a numb ache.
The eerie echo of crows squawking at her sides flooded her ears.
And soon she fell into a never ending sleep as the birds mauled
the flesh off her gory carcass.
And forever now, the world would have her eternal beauty.
the sad concert night
Last night Tuesday May 16, 2017, it was a really sad night because the 8th graders(my friends) are going to high school. This was their last orchestra concert with Mr. Tramel and me. They all had speeches, telling him how amazing he is. All of them really cared about him. They hated to leave and it was the saddest concert. Mr. Tramel only teaches 6th through 8th, so they can't have him in high school. They will have Mr. Leave. I will also part with Mr. Tramel in 2 years. I will have to have Mr. Leave. He won't be the same as Mr. Tramel. Last night the 8th graders did amazing! I mean, they do amazing anyway but, the very last performance was the best one of the night. They played a sad song which really got to their audience. However, it was really, really good. Next year will be hard for me at the last concert. I'll make it through. For all the 8th graders out there......I hope you guys have a great four years in high school!
The school system. Looking back at school life, I realize I didn't learn anything important. I didn't learn about taxes or mortgages. Columbus, did NOT discover America. He just landed here completely on accident. There were already natives. Schools teach you that he came by and was all happy and friendly. When really he killed everyone and raped them. The government wants us to just learn absolutely nothing because when the time comes we have to pay taxes: we're under their control to depend on them to help us. And then what?
More and more money. In the time of crisis we don't need to measure "C" or find "X". We need to know how to defend ourselves or pay taxes so we don't lose our houses. The school system sees that and says, "Oh, don't worry just dissect a frog." We need to know how to pay taxes and mortgages, not 'how far can you walk in five minutes at this pace'.
Sure spelling can be pretty good to know, but honestly do we need 12 years of that? Do we need mental math in the real world? Maybe but only for the simple stuff. Technology advances and every second of every day we would have some calculator or the internet. Most kids don't care about learning they just want to pass. Keep teaching them lies don't teach them how to live in the real world. Teachers have the most important job in the world and they're underpaid. Eventually they'll lose motivation. I don't need to know how the cavemen hunted; it's trivial. The only history I find useful is certain subjects I am passionate about. Photography for example, the first photo on record is a view from Le Gras.
But still, when am I going to need that in the real world? I know half the people out there are going to look at me and say "I'm just a kid that doesn't see it the right way", but take a look at yourself as an adult whether working with computers and servers, or out training someone to be better fit at football or basketball. Do you really need to know what year Washington led his army? Is the Chinese army going to help you pay your taxes? Is the length of "C" going to teach you how to pay rent? Is half of this circle going to help you on how to grow food in the case of a shortage? I mean sure, there's some spots that could be useful, but is that absolutely crucial in life?
More and more money. In the time of crisis we don't need to measure "C" or find "X". We need to know how to defend ourselves or pay taxes so we don't lose our houses. The school system sees that and says, "Oh, don't worry just dissect a frog." We need to know how to pay taxes and mortgages, not 'how far can you walk in five minutes at this pace'.
Sure spelling can be pretty good to know, but honestly do we need 12 years of that? Do we need mental math in the real world? Maybe but only for the simple stuff. Technology advances and every second of every day we would have some calculator or the internet. Most kids don't care about learning they just want to pass. Keep teaching them lies don't teach them how to live in the real world. Teachers have the most important job in the world and they're underpaid. Eventually they'll lose motivation. I don't need to know how the cavemen hunted; it's trivial. The only history I find useful is certain subjects I am passionate about. Photography for example, the first photo on record is a view from Le Gras.
But still, when am I going to need that in the real world? I know half the people out there are going to look at me and say "I'm just a kid that doesn't see it the right way", but take a look at yourself as an adult whether working with computers and servers, or out training someone to be better fit at football or basketball. Do you really need to know what year Washington led his army? Is the Chinese army going to help you pay your taxes? Is the length of "C" going to teach you how to pay rent? Is half of this circle going to help you on how to grow food in the case of a shortage? I mean sure, there's some spots that could be useful, but is that absolutely crucial in life?
Salty
We were on a beach and I dove in that warm water with no goggles and that's when I became salty .
The salt was in my eyes. I couldn't see anything except how salty I became.
How that salt turned me into a SALTY person, salty salty salty oh how salty I became. I ripped off a starfishes arm because I'm just that salty. I pushed a five year old in that part of the water where the crabs and eels lurk. And deep enough she can't swim, where she too will become salty, you know why i did that? Because I'm just that salty.
Sincerely ,
Ya boii salty and her new salty snail
How that salt turned me into a SALTY person, salty salty salty oh how salty I became. I ripped off a starfishes arm because I'm just that salty. I pushed a five year old in that part of the water where the crabs and eels lurk. And deep enough she can't swim, where she too will become salty, you know why i did that? Because I'm just that salty.
Sincerely ,
Ya boii salty and her new salty snail
Hidden Mask
you see him smiling,
you see him happy.
But he wears a hidden mask.
You see him laughing with others,
but they're not his friends.
You see him fit in,
but he fits out.
You see that he's comfortable,
but he's not...
Because he wears a hidden mask.
He wears a hidden mask to blend in with the others,
to feel the same,
to look the same,
to be the same.
but he's not the same...
He's different...
And he doesn't like the feeling.
He hates being different.
And he was done being different...
So he wears the hidden mask...
He hides his true-self,
he denies being different,
he refuses to be different...
Smiles and Tears
Smiles and Tears
By day she smiled through all the pain, but when night came around, she was unrecognizable. She cut, she starved herself, and many more things no one wants to see or hear. She calls out for help, but no one comes. At least until she realizes that help isn’t so far. But before you read this, I must warn you there are going to be quite a few trigger warnings. So read if you dare… I guess.
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Streaming Down Like A River
The pain returned. Not like it ever went away, for some reason, it seemed to get worse at night. I was alone at night, no one to talk to. Maybe all of the fake smiling did make the pain fade away? …Not likely. Sure, at home I had my parents… if they even cared about me anymore. I just feel like a waste of money, time, and effort to them. I felt useless, a burden. Just in everyone’s way. I’m lost. Alone. Maybe even dead. I just want to know when it will end. I just want to die already and wish the best for the next generation. I went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door behind me, took the scissors out of a cabinet and started to tear it across the skin of my wrist repeatedly. It hurt, no doubt. But that’s why I loved it. I was slowly getting closer to dying. Little by little. I will get there, even if it’s slow and painful, I will get there. To end these cuts, to end the starving, and to end the pain I’ve been hiding for so long. Though tears were streaming down my face from all the internal and external pain, I was still smiling. I was almost gone. Not to be remembered except by the rivers I cried.
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Helpless Help
I didn’t sleep that night. I just stayed awake, lying on the bathroom floor. It was cold, but soon turned warm as my blood stained it, ruining the perfect, clean white color. I sat up, not knowing when my parents would wake me up to get me ready for school. I quickly grabbed a long piece of toilet paper and wiped up as much of the blood as I could, not wanting my parents to know what I’ve been doing. Afterwards, I cleaned off the pair of scissors I used the night before and put them back where they were before. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot with bags under them from the lack of sleep. My hair was a mess, I hadn’t brushed it in a week, it was only getting worse from all the bloodstains and lying on the floor. I opened my mouth, and decided to brush my teeth, something I hadn’t done in two weeks. As soon as I started, my gums started to bleed, leading to more pain. As much as I enjoyed it, seeing my own blood and feeling the pain, I should probably stop, I don’t want my parents to see that I’m not up to date with my ‘personal hygiene’. Because apparently my looks are more important than if I’m alive or not. Whatever. Let’s just see what they do when I’m DEAD. I hope they realize what a mistake they made. Creating me, and not even taking proper care of me! Just thinking of it filled me with rage. But I decided to forget about it… for now. I inspected the bathroom, checking for any signs they’d find out what I’ve been doing. Sighing of relief, I rolled my sleeves back down, hiding that, too. I unlocked the door and opened it, followed by me walking out. I turned to the direction of my room, ready to just move on with my day. I almost did, too. Until I saw my mom blocking the way to the door. She grabbed my sleeve, making me worried she would pull it up to reveal the secret I’ve been hiding for so long. But instead, she pulled me in the opposite direction, where the living room was. My mom practically threw me into the couch seat, followed by her and my dad sitting in the one across from me. I was completely ready to make up lies for the blood and tears in the bathroom. So I waited for one of them to start asking questions.
“So, um, I’ve noticed that you haven’t eaten in awhile, are you feeling okay?” My dad asked me. I almost wanted to laugh in his face. After everything I’ve gone through, he’s worried about me eating? I hoped that my mother would care a little more than him.
“You’ve got me and your father worried, are you sick? Or is there something you want to talk about?” She continued. I shook my head, not thinking either of them were ready to hear the truth.
“Alright, if you insist… but if you need to talk to any of us, we’ll always be here for you.” My mother added. I nodded, but inside, I wanted to tell her how wrong she was. They didn’t care, why would they? I’m the biggest mistake of their life. I discarded the thought and started to walk out of the living room. Their idea of help was useless. It was all just helpless help.
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No One Really Cares
I went to my room again, except this time, no one stopped me. I got dressed into the first clean outfit I grabbed and spent a minute looking into a mirror. I glared at my reflection and scoffed, as if it would get offended. I continued to think of things to do to pass the time and make my parents think I was actually doing what I was supposed to. I went into the bathroom and inspected the scissors once again. They almost looked spotless, I smiled, almost genuinely. I was getting away with this. It pleased me to know that no one would know what happened. No one would be able to tell my story and spread it to the world. No one would ever understand why I would constantly hurt myself. No one knows how much pain I’m in, neither will they. I looked into the bathroom mirror and inspected my hair, it was a complete rat’s nest, which was currently long enough to reach my elbows. I pulled back my hair as if I was going to pull it into a ponytail, but instead, I picked up the scissors and cut most of it off, now not even long enough to reach my shoulders. I put on one of my very few hats to hide the top of my head. Now no one would talk about how messy my hair is. Not like I cared, I just didn't like people talking to me, for either good or bad reasons. I left the bathroom and put on gloves, even though it wasn't remotely cold outside, some of the bloodstains would travel to my hands… and I obviously don’t want people to see that. I completely hide everything about myself, but this isn't anything new. It all started so many years ago. I can barely remember the details of it, but the feelings were crystal clear. I just wanted to die that day. It all started in third grade, sure, nothing really bad happens in third grade, but it was worse than what most little elementary students are willing to handle. The bullies told me everything bad about myself. From the way I sneezed to how I looked and acted. They told me I was stupid, ugly, annoying, selfish, and helpless. They had completely destroyed all of the ego I had built up… was gone. It would take countless years to get it all back. But once I got home from school that day, I didn't eat or sleep. Then I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom’s butter knife on the counter, I was curious, so I picked it up and slowly pulled it across the skin of my upper arm. Then I remembered how people in the movies would cut their wrist instead. I did it again and again. My blood rapidly dripped onto the carpet. I didn't even notice the pain. I just wanted it to keep coming. For the blood to continue dripping, for the pain to keep coming, for the life of me to end quicker. I just wanted all their cruel words to end with me. But before that could happen, I had numerous flashbacks of me enjoying my life with the very few friends I still had. I wasn't ready to give it up just yet. I put the butter knife away after cleaning it. I took a paper towel, got it wet, and started to clean my cuts. I thought maybe I should give life a second chance. Just maybe. But the disappointments came back, the tears continued to fall, and the blood would start to be revealed and drip once again. The pain never went away, it would just hide and come back, because deep down in my heart, I knew that no one really cared.
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By day she smiled through all the pain, but when night came around, she was unrecognizable. She cut, she starved herself, and many more things no one wants to see or hear. She calls out for help, but no one comes. At least until she realizes that help isn’t so far. But before you read this, I must warn you there are going to be quite a few trigger warnings. So read if you dare… I guess.
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Streaming Down Like A River
The pain returned. Not like it ever went away, for some reason, it seemed to get worse at night. I was alone at night, no one to talk to. Maybe all of the fake smiling did make the pain fade away? …Not likely. Sure, at home I had my parents… if they even cared about me anymore. I just feel like a waste of money, time, and effort to them. I felt useless, a burden. Just in everyone’s way. I’m lost. Alone. Maybe even dead. I just want to know when it will end. I just want to die already and wish the best for the next generation. I went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door behind me, took the scissors out of a cabinet and started to tear it across the skin of my wrist repeatedly. It hurt, no doubt. But that’s why I loved it. I was slowly getting closer to dying. Little by little. I will get there, even if it’s slow and painful, I will get there. To end these cuts, to end the starving, and to end the pain I’ve been hiding for so long. Though tears were streaming down my face from all the internal and external pain, I was still smiling. I was almost gone. Not to be remembered except by the rivers I cried.
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Helpless Help
I didn’t sleep that night. I just stayed awake, lying on the bathroom floor. It was cold, but soon turned warm as my blood stained it, ruining the perfect, clean white color. I sat up, not knowing when my parents would wake me up to get me ready for school. I quickly grabbed a long piece of toilet paper and wiped up as much of the blood as I could, not wanting my parents to know what I’ve been doing. Afterwards, I cleaned off the pair of scissors I used the night before and put them back where they were before. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot with bags under them from the lack of sleep. My hair was a mess, I hadn’t brushed it in a week, it was only getting worse from all the bloodstains and lying on the floor. I opened my mouth, and decided to brush my teeth, something I hadn’t done in two weeks. As soon as I started, my gums started to bleed, leading to more pain. As much as I enjoyed it, seeing my own blood and feeling the pain, I should probably stop, I don’t want my parents to see that I’m not up to date with my ‘personal hygiene’. Because apparently my looks are more important than if I’m alive or not. Whatever. Let’s just see what they do when I’m DEAD. I hope they realize what a mistake they made. Creating me, and not even taking proper care of me! Just thinking of it filled me with rage. But I decided to forget about it… for now. I inspected the bathroom, checking for any signs they’d find out what I’ve been doing. Sighing of relief, I rolled my sleeves back down, hiding that, too. I unlocked the door and opened it, followed by me walking out. I turned to the direction of my room, ready to just move on with my day. I almost did, too. Until I saw my mom blocking the way to the door. She grabbed my sleeve, making me worried she would pull it up to reveal the secret I’ve been hiding for so long. But instead, she pulled me in the opposite direction, where the living room was. My mom practically threw me into the couch seat, followed by her and my dad sitting in the one across from me. I was completely ready to make up lies for the blood and tears in the bathroom. So I waited for one of them to start asking questions.
“So, um, I’ve noticed that you haven’t eaten in awhile, are you feeling okay?” My dad asked me. I almost wanted to laugh in his face. After everything I’ve gone through, he’s worried about me eating? I hoped that my mother would care a little more than him.
“You’ve got me and your father worried, are you sick? Or is there something you want to talk about?” She continued. I shook my head, not thinking either of them were ready to hear the truth.
“Alright, if you insist… but if you need to talk to any of us, we’ll always be here for you.” My mother added. I nodded, but inside, I wanted to tell her how wrong she was. They didn’t care, why would they? I’m the biggest mistake of their life. I discarded the thought and started to walk out of the living room. Their idea of help was useless. It was all just helpless help.
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No One Really Cares
I went to my room again, except this time, no one stopped me. I got dressed into the first clean outfit I grabbed and spent a minute looking into a mirror. I glared at my reflection and scoffed, as if it would get offended. I continued to think of things to do to pass the time and make my parents think I was actually doing what I was supposed to. I went into the bathroom and inspected the scissors once again. They almost looked spotless, I smiled, almost genuinely. I was getting away with this. It pleased me to know that no one would know what happened. No one would be able to tell my story and spread it to the world. No one would ever understand why I would constantly hurt myself. No one knows how much pain I’m in, neither will they. I looked into the bathroom mirror and inspected my hair, it was a complete rat’s nest, which was currently long enough to reach my elbows. I pulled back my hair as if I was going to pull it into a ponytail, but instead, I picked up the scissors and cut most of it off, now not even long enough to reach my shoulders. I put on one of my very few hats to hide the top of my head. Now no one would talk about how messy my hair is. Not like I cared, I just didn't like people talking to me, for either good or bad reasons. I left the bathroom and put on gloves, even though it wasn't remotely cold outside, some of the bloodstains would travel to my hands… and I obviously don’t want people to see that. I completely hide everything about myself, but this isn't anything new. It all started so many years ago. I can barely remember the details of it, but the feelings were crystal clear. I just wanted to die that day. It all started in third grade, sure, nothing really bad happens in third grade, but it was worse than what most little elementary students are willing to handle. The bullies told me everything bad about myself. From the way I sneezed to how I looked and acted. They told me I was stupid, ugly, annoying, selfish, and helpless. They had completely destroyed all of the ego I had built up… was gone. It would take countless years to get it all back. But once I got home from school that day, I didn't eat or sleep. Then I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom’s butter knife on the counter, I was curious, so I picked it up and slowly pulled it across the skin of my upper arm. Then I remembered how people in the movies would cut their wrist instead. I did it again and again. My blood rapidly dripped onto the carpet. I didn't even notice the pain. I just wanted it to keep coming. For the blood to continue dripping, for the pain to keep coming, for the life of me to end quicker. I just wanted all their cruel words to end with me. But before that could happen, I had numerous flashbacks of me enjoying my life with the very few friends I still had. I wasn't ready to give it up just yet. I put the butter knife away after cleaning it. I took a paper towel, got it wet, and started to clean my cuts. I thought maybe I should give life a second chance. Just maybe. But the disappointments came back, the tears continued to fall, and the blood would start to be revealed and drip once again. The pain never went away, it would just hide and come back, because deep down in my heart, I knew that no one really cared.
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The House That God Forgot
A white colonial house sat atop a hill. The weak white fence dragging around the house supplied a large green yard; that on a day like today, seemed glum. The graveyard in its northern side did little to brighten up this shadowed day. Such gloom could suggest god had forgotten this house.
Inside the excited tunes of La Poule danced throughout the house jumping from the record player. In the living room a young boy drives his wooden car over the antique wooden floors swerving away from the fireplace that spat fire onto the small child.
A father stands in his dark bedroom running his tie up to his neck. Preparing for another gloomy day at his job that consumed his life away from his family.
A young mother kneels outside facing the light rain and fog of the day to take care of her garden. She hums a tune digging a shallow hole for a new tomato plant.
Their daughter, a teenager, sits on her bed rock music flooding her ears from the Walkman on her head.
No, none of this is right. In a home god forgot the devil fills in the absence.
Record player no longer emmitting music but tearing into any ears nearby with screams of agony and pain. Young boy not swerving anymore, he instead crawls into the orange blaze of the fire. He giggles as if this is still fun play as the flame consumes him.
Father no longer on the floorboard but on a stool. He runs the noose up to his neck kicking the stool out from underneath him. No more days at his gloomy job.
Mother now heaving dirt onto her daughter as rain pours onto the lifeless teen making for a muddy grave.
THE PUPPET MASTER
The puppet master sits in his chair. Forever he converses with his puppets. The puppets care for him. He loves them, more than he loves them. Which may not make sense to us. But it does to the puppet master. As the strings tug on his arms and back, the puppets laugh at him. He laughs nervously back at them trying to please them. The puppets whisper into his ear “It’s that time of day”. The puppets them proceed to frantically crawl around the doorless room. The strings drag the puppet master behind them. The puppet master does not struggle, for it would displease the puppets. Instead he remains limp, and he lets the floor nails dig into his back. The puppets let him back into his chair, and the cuts and holes in his skin close up. The puppets then proceed to crawl inside the puppet master. The puppet master sighs. He falls asleep. And then the process repeats the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. Forever
-Brandon johnson
The Empire that Killed the Most People
You might be surprised when I say the empire that killed the most people was the British Empire. More deaths than Hitler and Stalin's genocide combined. They killed around 150 million people. They also used concentration camps way before World War 2 in South Africa during the second Boer war because they couldn't beat the Boers because their families helped the fighters. Thousands of women and children died from disease and starvation from these camps. Not to mention they hoarded the rice and grain from India and increased taxation that then caused widespread famines that killed around 29 million people. So I hope you learned a little bit more about the British Empire.
Sources: youtube.com 10 Most Evil Empires of History by Alltime's 10 (I would suggest to watch them because they make really good lists about history and current events)
Memories
I'm going to miss it
I'm going to miss the laughs and fun
I'm going to miss the times we've spent being outsiders, together
It really meant something
Even though it was hard, I honestly liked the grown up show and tell
Although at the moment, I did not like the diagraming sentences
Now I see that it is so cool and needed to be taught
I've loved the times of just laying down reading
The times of just hanging with my classmates
Who eventually became my friends
I loved the open mics and the poem writing
The walking around outside for writing prompts
The grave yard walks and the sharing of our weekends
It really has been fun
It hasn't always been easy but it surely was fun
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Beach Daze
I remember... the sand between our toes
the sun in our eyes
the wind in our hair
the waves crashing
the water splashing
the sun set
the day gone
Then came... the goodbye
the tears shed
the empty feeling
until next time
the sun in our eyes
the wind in our hair
the waves crashing
the water splashing
the sun set
the day gone
Then came... the goodbye
the tears shed
the empty feeling
until next time
Snow
Pretty flowers, growing to bloom
Tree roots, grabbing the ground
Selfish grass, stealing water
Humming birds, hitting windows
flowers wilting
trees falling
grass pulled
water seeping
birds falling
Mother coughing
bugs devoured
disease spreading
hospitals full
money evaporating
banks empty
world revolting
want to get in
wait list high
survival low
Everything's dead
as quick as snow.
Masked
I have to stay concealed.
Keep my secret hidden.
My bangs cover my gem.
That's not the worst part of it.
The worst part was hiding.
Hiding in fear.
Fear of what comes about next.
Fear of them.
Fear of what they'll do.
Afraid for my kin.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's back track.
I'm sitting on the grass. My long red hair falling behind me. This was before.
Before my troubles started.
Before I became a human science project.
Before I died.
Keep my secret hidden.
My bangs cover my gem.
That's not the worst part of it.
The worst part was hiding.
Hiding in fear.
Fear of what comes about next.
Fear of them.
Fear of what they'll do.
Afraid for my kin.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's back track.
I'm sitting on the grass. My long red hair falling behind me. This was before.
Before my troubles started.
Before I became a human science project.
Before I died.
By ~ Atlee Jane Barrow
Get out of the car with your hands up!
"Get out of your car with your hands up!" yells a man wearing all black from behind your gray Saturn.
The Radio screams, "The man in all black, driving a blue Subaru, has stepped out of the stolen vehicle and is walking up to a gray Saturn, at gun point. We are keeping updated live and we will get back to you when we hear more. Now, back to your top ten most famous songs." Then you hear the radio go to a calming music. You heart start to cool down when something pulls at your door. It all happens in a flash. The yanking of your seat belt, the falling out of your car and onto the cold ground, and your car driving away with out you.
Later, a man in a black bullet proof vest with the white word Police on it, comes to you and kneels down beside you. He helps you up and wraps you up in a blanket. He escorts you to the police car and takes you to the police station, where you get questioned about the man who stole your car.
"I dont know anything," you say, "I did not see the man."
The Radio screams, "The man in all black, driving a blue Subaru, has stepped out of the stolen vehicle and is walking up to a gray Saturn, at gun point. We are keeping updated live and we will get back to you when we hear more. Now, back to your top ten most famous songs." Then you hear the radio go to a calming music. You heart start to cool down when something pulls at your door. It all happens in a flash. The yanking of your seat belt, the falling out of your car and onto the cold ground, and your car driving away with out you.
Later, a man in a black bullet proof vest with the white word Police on it, comes to you and kneels down beside you. He helps you up and wraps you up in a blanket. He escorts you to the police car and takes you to the police station, where you get questioned about the man who stole your car.
"I dont know anything," you say, "I did not see the man."
Their Salvation
They gathered at my feet
I was their salvation
Their glorious leader
All of their virtues
Mine
They think of me as merciful
But, alas
They are wrong
I would crush them
If not for my country's praise
I am all-knowing
All-seeing
I am not compassionate
Or righteous
They are meek, timid mice
Easy to control
Even easier to take out of the picture
I was their salvation
Their glorious leader
All of their virtues
Mine
They think of me as merciful
But, alas
They are wrong
I would crush them
If not for my country's praise
I am all-knowing
All-seeing
I am not compassionate
Or righteous
They are meek, timid mice
Easy to control
Even easier to take out of the picture
Nothing
You wake up, nothing. Everything is destroyed. You frantically look around the empty plane, hoping to spot life. Nothing but bodies painting the fields, like tears on your bed sheet. You cry your mothers name, nothing, your father's, nothing. You rush out the fractured door, running the deserted streets. You yell and yell, nothing but your echo screaming back at you. You stop, silence, too much silence. You hear your mother's voice in your head, screaming for you to hide, and quick, more of them were coming. You look around for a place to save yourself; what once was your happy, secure home, was now only an empty ghost town. The houses begin to swallow you and you don't resist. You hear a piercing sound in your ears, and see nothing.
For My Grandfather
I remember...we solved puzzles together,
And built hydraulics from a science kit,
With 1.5'' tubes we created a miniature model,
We pulled the levers back and forth,
And colored the water a crimson red,
So we could see it better as it traveled throughout our creation,
It stained our tablecloth and took forever to wash out,
And afterwards we read a children's book,
On how hydraulics work,
But after two minutes you sat the book down,
And explained it to me yourself,
You taught me so many things in time we spent together,
We brought it up to show my mom,
Took our time on the stairs,
But you never told me you were dying.
I wanted the chance to say goodbye.
for my grandfather
Will Mathews 1944-2015
Bike Riding
One really nice morning (weekend), my dad had to go to a side job, and my little sister was playing the WII. My mom and I decided to go on a bike ride. We lived in Manitou at the time on Washington Ave., on the top of the hill in the log cabin. The hill was very steep and I couldn't imagine riding a bike down it much less up it! But we decided to ride down it anyway.
Away we went not knowing what would happen. We didn't plan on being somewhere at a specific time, but we were going to go where the road took us. By the time we decided to turn back we were in American the Beautiful park! We turned right back around and when we were half way in old Colorado city it started to rain so hard that it was hurting our skin (During a flash flood). It felt like cold little needles. We stopped under an awning of a little shop down town. The rain did not stop but we decided to go on our way. I noticed that people were laughing as we passed which got on my nerves.
When we were between old Colorado City and Manitou Springs we lost the trail and had to ride carefully on the side of the road. As cars passed by, their tires splashed us. Like I really noticed because I was already soaked. I practically went swimming on a bike! By the time we got to Manitou it was dripping with water and it was still raining. I was soaked to the bone.
We found our way back to the trail by the skate park by the baseball fields. Next we got to where the concrete turned to mud. My bike tires were flinging mud up my back and it became harder to ride because of the gradual incline. We cut through an alley as a short cut to get to the top of Washington Avenue. The alley was even steeper than Washington Avenue itself. My mom and I forced our way up to the front of our old house.
By:Chana Wolf 🐺
Away we went not knowing what would happen. We didn't plan on being somewhere at a specific time, but we were going to go where the road took us. By the time we decided to turn back we were in American the Beautiful park! We turned right back around and when we were half way in old Colorado city it started to rain so hard that it was hurting our skin (During a flash flood). It felt like cold little needles. We stopped under an awning of a little shop down town. The rain did not stop but we decided to go on our way. I noticed that people were laughing as we passed which got on my nerves.
When we were between old Colorado City and Manitou Springs we lost the trail and had to ride carefully on the side of the road. As cars passed by, their tires splashed us. Like I really noticed because I was already soaked. I practically went swimming on a bike! By the time we got to Manitou it was dripping with water and it was still raining. I was soaked to the bone.
We found our way back to the trail by the skate park by the baseball fields. Next we got to where the concrete turned to mud. My bike tires were flinging mud up my back and it became harder to ride because of the gradual incline. We cut through an alley as a short cut to get to the top of Washington Avenue. The alley was even steeper than Washington Avenue itself. My mom and I forced our way up to the front of our old house.
By:Chana Wolf 🐺
Birthday Dinner
Unfortunately the traditional "birthday dinner" comes once a year and I, the "birthday girl" have to suffer through the pain of sitting in the middle of the politics, sports, fights, fights, fights, annoying little cousins, and the old dusty book about birds that old Grandma June found in the attic when she forgot that is was my birthday, because I'm not her favorite grandchild so she erases me from her calendar that consists of puppies wearing top hats.
Meanwhile, my uncles are obsessing over who should have won the super bowl. Aunts are talking about the next musical there going to go to together, and grandpas and grandmas are fighting over why in the heck people mow lawns in September?!? All as I am shoving food down my throat so I don't start to have a mental breakdown. Then, there is the every year... "Oh Koya, don't you think it would be more appropriate if you wore a nice dress instead of ripped jeans and a band shirt?!"
Presents... the best thing I have ever gotten at this dinner would probably be leaving early. I would totally tell you what I got, but its not worth your time, plus not interesting. So that's about it, boring family, boring dinner, just another day, just another year.
Presents... the best thing I have ever gotten at this dinner would probably be leaving early. I would totally tell you what I got, but its not worth your time, plus not interesting. So that's about it, boring family, boring dinner, just another day, just another year.
Let's Make Things Better
I don't need someone to complete me. I need someone to make things a little better every now and then. We can never go back and change what has been said and done, but we can always learn a lesson to make things better next time. You can start by starting a business, organizing a group, volunteer, take and active role in your siblings activities, write something, learn art, take up a sport, and most importantly set an outrageous goal-and achieve it!
"When you do nothing you feel overwhelmed and powerless. But when you get involved you feel the sense of hope and accomplishment that comes from know you are working to make things better."
~Maya Angelou~
Just think, you are not just doing it to make things better for yourself, but you are making things better for everyone and everything around you. Pick up trash even if it does not belong to you, and definitely don't be the person that throws trash on the ground. There are trash cans for a reason people!
Just think, you are not just doing it to make things better for yourself, but you are making things better for everyone and everything around you. Pick up trash even if it does not belong to you, and definitely don't be the person that throws trash on the ground. There are trash cans for a reason people!
The Crystal Gang
Coming never is the greatly anticipated book by (insert author name here) to a store near you! The Anticipated price is $99.99999. So make sure to buy it, I will make sure you regret not buying it. In celebration for this new book we have a little backstory explaining the whole plot and stuff and things and objects and okay you get the point.
Deep in a forest probably somewhere lives a slave village run by That One Big Corporation That People Buy Things From. This village specializes in farming crazy cool and exotic plants that TOBCTPBTF(That One Big Corporation That People Buy Things From) sells off and makes a profit with. These people are provided with a plot of land to plant and harvest food for themselves, and a hut that houses ten people. Living in such harsh conditions these people often get sick, like a lot. So they have cultivated in secret the Crystal Blue Bananas. These bananas have the power to heal any pain or sickness. They also taste pretty good and look cool. These people want to get these bananas to the more poverty ridden parts of the world. That's where the Crystal Gang comes in.
The Crystal Gang is a party of three dedicated to providing the Crystal Blue Bananas to people lacking in wealth or everything. These three individuals are Marcia, Harold, and Jefferey. All equipped with their own skills. Marcia is queen at staring ominously into the sky, confusing literally everything. Even rocks, scratch that, especially rocks. Harold likes knitting, he is the dude who makes sure the Gang is never cold by providing scarfs and hats, knitted scarfs and hats. Last and also least is Jefferey, he is the self proclaimed leader, he has actual fighting skills, escape skills, and other useful jazz. They will band together to escape the village and TOBCTPBTF to deliver Crystal Blue Bananas. Will they make it? Probably not!
Lost with no memories
Ow.... my head the man said as he went into an unconscious state. Ok, I have no idea who I am or where I am, but I can remember basic things, but not anything of my personal life. I think I'm in a desert because I've obviously been out here for quite some time as I'm second degree burned on my legs and arms. For some reason I have a taser. Oh wait I can check my pockets for a wallet which might have an ID in it. Ok, I didn't find an ID but I did find a pistol attached to my belt. Apparently in my past I injured my leg pretty badly because I appear to be walking with a limp. Then a general and a underling of the general are speaking.
"General smith we have no idea where he is."
"Have you checked his apartment."
"Yes sir there was evidence he hadn't been there for a week and all of his gear was missing but their is some bad news."
"Well don't just sit there spit it out."
"There was blood that did not belong to him."
"Well do we know whose blood it is?"
"The tests are being done as we speak."
Ok I see a small town about 4 or 5 miles away hopefully I will make it their before nightfall. What the heck? A knife stained in blood just fell out of my back pocket the only reason I noticed at all is because I tripped over a rock and the object came flying out and sliced my back, from what I can tell from the wound the knife sliced is pretty deep. I need to get to that town fast.
"Sir the blood results came back its partially his and the other half is some one else, they think he was defending himself."
"I want to be notified if a body is found in the general area."
(Somewhere in the Sahara desert) I've made it to the town before nightfall and it appears to be a ghost town and as far as I can tell no one has been hear for a few decades. There's a mine in the distance. You know the kind of mine that they mined for gold. I will be sure to avoid that. I need to find bandages, would a saloon have bandages? "Creak" man this floor is very rickety "crack" oh no he said as he fell through the floor screaming obscenities as he fell . As I fell I slowly realized that this is basically a bottomless pit except it's not, because I can see the end.
"Sir our satellites just found someone entering Area 51.
" WHAT? How did someone get inside Area 51!?."
"We don't know he just appeared, as if he teleported there."
"Where is he now?"
"He has entered one of the hangers."
"Which hanger?"
"We can't tell, all we can make out is a 3 but we do know from the cameras that it was the hanger with the prototype ship."
"Get a strike force mobilized in 20, we're going back to 51."
Continue reading for a glimpse at part 2
Within 20 seconds I came from a desert to a town and now i`m in what appears to be a military base.
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