Nom nom nom
The Cookie Monster comes
Nom nom nom
All that's left are crumbs
Munch munch munch
The cookie disapears with a crunch
Munch munch munch
A yummy yummy snack for lunch
By tb
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Magic Hands
Hands are meant for talking.
For speaking a language
Too good for verbal distribution.
Everyday, these hands
Shape the rest of our lives
Through simple gestures.
Sculpting reality,
Every crease, crevice, and scar of these hands
Creating unique paths for each individual.
These hands write life
Using the power of words
One page at a time.
These hands are not just hands,
They're magic hands.
For speaking a language
Too good for verbal distribution.
Everyday, these hands
Shape the rest of our lives
Through simple gestures.
Sculpting reality,
Every crease, crevice, and scar of these hands
Creating unique paths for each individual.
These hands write life
Using the power of words
One page at a time.
These hands are not just hands,
They're magic hands.
-A.H.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Lifelines
My hands, they help me.
They aren't just things on the end of my arms.
They are like lifelines, I use they everyday.
They push my body out of bed,
And rope in my wild mane.
Even now, they are helping me type.
My hands are never rewarded for their hard work.
They get dry from the cold weather,
And exhausted from continuous hours of labor.
Sometimes they tell me they are tired,
I tell them they must go on...
KZ
They aren't just things on the end of my arms.
They are like lifelines, I use they everyday.
They push my body out of bed,
And rope in my wild mane.
Even now, they are helping me type.
My hands are never rewarded for their hard work.
They get dry from the cold weather,
And exhausted from continuous hours of labor.
Sometimes they tell me they are tired,
I tell them they must go on...
KZ
Productive Procrastination
When I was a child,
Mama hated it when we said the “B” word—
“I’m BORED.”
Find something to do when you
Have nothing to do.
So we would climb trees,
Walk our “forest” paths,
Make mud pies and ride bikes.
Sometimes we were told
what to do….
Pick strawberries, unload the dishwasher,
Take out the trash!
This led to the fun stuff—
Get it done guys, so we can play!
Play catch in the yard, don’t drop the ball
Or Hershey will get it and run.
On cold or rainy days, settle down
In the comfort of the office
And play a competitive game of 007 or Battle Tanks
On the Nintendo 64
Filling the room with yells, “Hey!” and laughter.
As the calendar pages danced across time
My nothing to do changed.
Now I wake in the morning and lay in bed
Or stand in my kitchen with no purpose
And seem to find a project.
My “bored” is normally procrastinating
The odd jobs I don’t want to do…
So I read one of the many books waiting on my shelves,
Or I stand in front of my fridge, staring and daydreaming
Of the amazing concoctions I could make after
Catching a show on Food Network.
I might text a friend, say “What’s up?”
With my porch done, I love checking the weather
And opening windows….anything to solve my fidgeting.
Sometimes I go down the rabbit hole—
And come up hours later
From the worlds of Pinterest and YouTube.
Disney, TCM, and, lets be honest, ANY movie
Are also a good ole' fall back.
My nothing to dos
Always send me searching
For more.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
2 sentence Horror Stories
I dried off my hair and looked back up into the mirror. I only saw it for a second before the light turned off.
I stood by the light switch downstairs, ready to run up the stairs once I turned it off so that nothing would be able to grab me on my way up. I shut the light off and started running up the stairs, but then the door slammed shut at the top.
I stepped into my son's room to tuck him in, and he told me to keep the light off, so I did and sat down on his bed. Then I turned and saw my son standing in the doorway asking what I was doing in his room.
JayZ
I stood by the light switch downstairs, ready to run up the stairs once I turned it off so that nothing would be able to grab me on my way up. I shut the light off and started running up the stairs, but then the door slammed shut at the top.
I stepped into my son's room to tuck him in, and he told me to keep the light off, so I did and sat down on his bed. Then I turned and saw my son standing in the doorway asking what I was doing in his room.
JayZ
Oceans
Fingers laced
Giving a newborn child
a soothing embrace
Catching floating hearts and stars,
Dreamy tears soak up leather skin
to once again make them soft.
The slightest cuddle
From the one who's life had just begun
Leaves delight reflecting off of looking glass eyes.
Rough mountains are conquered by a graze of the little sea
And with one last smile,
the ocean envelops you with love.
-Kell
Giving a newborn child
a soothing embrace
Catching floating hearts and stars,
Dreamy tears soak up leather skin
to once again make them soft.
The slightest cuddle
From the one who's life had just begun
Leaves delight reflecting off of looking glass eyes.
Rough mountains are conquered by a graze of the little sea
And with one last smile,
the ocean envelops you with love.
-Kell
At the Tip of my Finger
I look around as
Greeting hugs surround everyone
My best friend comes
Arms open but
All that surrounds me
Is a feeling of emptiness
The students head
To a pep rally
For all the sports teams
The gym fills with applause
The sound's there but
I am just hitting air
Arriving at the hospital
Is as stressful
As it gets
I get pricked like always
With an IV needle
But no pain follows
Out of surgery yet again
Waking up full of fear
Wondering what's next
Laying in a hospital bed
Believing to be dying
No feeling of fear or sorrow
Just a sense of nothingness
-L.J.J.
Greeting hugs surround everyone
My best friend comes
Arms open but
All that surrounds me
Is a feeling of emptiness
The students head
To a pep rally
For all the sports teams
The gym fills with applause
The sound's there but
I am just hitting air
Arriving at the hospital
Is as stressful
As it gets
I get pricked like always
With an IV needle
But no pain follows
Out of surgery yet again
Waking up full of fear
Wondering what's next
Laying in a hospital bed
Believing to be dying
No feeling of fear or sorrow
Just a sense of nothingness
-L.J.J.
Dreaming Elijah
It had been countless hours since I heard the tires screech and saw a fraction of blinding headlights. That late March afternoon, my life had changed. Elijah's life had changed. So many thoughts ran through my mind as I prepare to take the incoming clash of metal on metal. But one thing in particular was on my mind, and that was my boyfriend.
For some strange reason, his face popped into my head just before that 6 ton semi franticly shattered my 2004 Grand Prix. Before I could take my last breath, my life was crushed right in that front passenger seat. At age 17, I was laid on a cold bed in the ER with signs of existence, but no response to any comforting words from family members or a firm squeeze after a long hand held. Before I knew it, people were talking. Some had said that they saw the destruction, and others were just shocked by the sight of the scene. But the only thing people actually knew, was that I couldn't move. I laid on that flat hospital bed, still, for what seemed like forever. No movement, not even a blink was seen from me. The only thing that moved in that bare room was my heart monitor. It told everybody that there was still a chance. It gave hope, and even I had hope.
Though I couldn't react to anything physically in the real world, I was still awake. While stuck in a room of blankness, I could still somehow see. I saw my loving boyfriend by my bedside, holding my hand, still hoping that I'll return in his arms. I also saw my caring friends and family, sticking around in Room 302. But it all only lasted for a couple of weeks. As the hopes had gone down, they disappeared one by one. Up until December, Elijah was the only one who had stuck around with still a dream. Soon, even he had faded away.
One day, Elijah stopped showing up. Stopped bringing flowers, balloons, and even those soft kisses on my pale cheeks. My empty room remained abandoned, and I couldn't talk to Elijah anymore. The day he didn't show up, was the day he perished. I had lost communication with Elijah, and so I had lost my only phone call to the real world.
Days continued to be dull and lifeless. While moments with nobody but the raggedy old nurses had ceased to exist. I could still hear his soft voice whisper in my ear saying, "We'll make it Anastasia", along with a tight squeeze in my hand. The long walks, detailed talks, seemed like they were for nothing. So many dreams had withered away within one wrong tilt of a steering wheel. The last few words I ever heard were spoken as if from an angel. Elijah, with his head on my chest and hugging me with a firm bear hug, said, "I'll see you soon."
Months went on from there, and it seemed like Elijah and I were to never speak again. Just as I was about to give up on seeing anybody, I was suddenly in a new place. I could magically walk, skip, and jump around just like I've always imagined. It was like a gift from God. The mysterious place was filled with glistening shadows that pranced around all day long, along with the most graceful music that filled the air. I could remember all my fondest memories like they were yesterday. The reason why the nurses moved me to a brighter, more enlightening place has always baffled me, but I wasn't complaining. Overjoyed in my new room, I decided to look around. The place went on forever, there was no end. It shined like the heavens above and was the most beautiful room I had ever seen. Though I was glad to walk, talk, and move again, I was still lonely. Lonely like I've been for the last 9 months. Days without Elijah were like days in a drought without rain. Useless and disappointing.
Just as things were getting better for me, they went wrong In reality. On a cold December night, almost in the exact same spot of my wreck, a totaled car was found. The driver was instantly rushed to the hospital, but there was nothing the doctors could do. The man was said to have lost control of the vehicle during a blistering snowy night. The news shocked the lives of many, and yet, gave them another chance to forget about boring old me.
After word about the collision spread, I heard a voice. It was the sweetest, most comforting voice coming from above. The familiar voice was one I had heard before. It followed me, whispering sweet things to me that only I would know. It had a sense of comfort, and spoke of my accident along with the man who had died in the same spot. The voice murmured about Elijah and told me how he meant to crash in the same spot. Beyond all the beaming beauty in the room, the soft voice then whispered in my ear saying, "I told you I'd see you soon."
Elissa Slizoski
For some strange reason, his face popped into my head just before that 6 ton semi franticly shattered my 2004 Grand Prix. Before I could take my last breath, my life was crushed right in that front passenger seat. At age 17, I was laid on a cold bed in the ER with signs of existence, but no response to any comforting words from family members or a firm squeeze after a long hand held. Before I knew it, people were talking. Some had said that they saw the destruction, and others were just shocked by the sight of the scene. But the only thing people actually knew, was that I couldn't move. I laid on that flat hospital bed, still, for what seemed like forever. No movement, not even a blink was seen from me. The only thing that moved in that bare room was my heart monitor. It told everybody that there was still a chance. It gave hope, and even I had hope.
Though I couldn't react to anything physically in the real world, I was still awake. While stuck in a room of blankness, I could still somehow see. I saw my loving boyfriend by my bedside, holding my hand, still hoping that I'll return in his arms. I also saw my caring friends and family, sticking around in Room 302. But it all only lasted for a couple of weeks. As the hopes had gone down, they disappeared one by one. Up until December, Elijah was the only one who had stuck around with still a dream. Soon, even he had faded away.
One day, Elijah stopped showing up. Stopped bringing flowers, balloons, and even those soft kisses on my pale cheeks. My empty room remained abandoned, and I couldn't talk to Elijah anymore. The day he didn't show up, was the day he perished. I had lost communication with Elijah, and so I had lost my only phone call to the real world.
Days continued to be dull and lifeless. While moments with nobody but the raggedy old nurses had ceased to exist. I could still hear his soft voice whisper in my ear saying, "We'll make it Anastasia", along with a tight squeeze in my hand. The long walks, detailed talks, seemed like they were for nothing. So many dreams had withered away within one wrong tilt of a steering wheel. The last few words I ever heard were spoken as if from an angel. Elijah, with his head on my chest and hugging me with a firm bear hug, said, "I'll see you soon."
Months went on from there, and it seemed like Elijah and I were to never speak again. Just as I was about to give up on seeing anybody, I was suddenly in a new place. I could magically walk, skip, and jump around just like I've always imagined. It was like a gift from God. The mysterious place was filled with glistening shadows that pranced around all day long, along with the most graceful music that filled the air. I could remember all my fondest memories like they were yesterday. The reason why the nurses moved me to a brighter, more enlightening place has always baffled me, but I wasn't complaining. Overjoyed in my new room, I decided to look around. The place went on forever, there was no end. It shined like the heavens above and was the most beautiful room I had ever seen. Though I was glad to walk, talk, and move again, I was still lonely. Lonely like I've been for the last 9 months. Days without Elijah were like days in a drought without rain. Useless and disappointing.
Just as things were getting better for me, they went wrong In reality. On a cold December night, almost in the exact same spot of my wreck, a totaled car was found. The driver was instantly rushed to the hospital, but there was nothing the doctors could do. The man was said to have lost control of the vehicle during a blistering snowy night. The news shocked the lives of many, and yet, gave them another chance to forget about boring old me.
After word about the collision spread, I heard a voice. It was the sweetest, most comforting voice coming from above. The familiar voice was one I had heard before. It followed me, whispering sweet things to me that only I would know. It had a sense of comfort, and spoke of my accident along with the man who had died in the same spot. The voice murmured about Elijah and told me how he meant to crash in the same spot. Beyond all the beaming beauty in the room, the soft voice then whispered in my ear saying, "I told you I'd see you soon."
Elissa Slizoski
Why I Love Nebraska
From the metropolitan of Omaha, to the tiny villages that dot this state, Nebraska is the greatest state in the country. Years can be spent exploring this state, and still never know anything about it. From the bluffs of the pan handle, to the rich farm land in the northeast, this state is grand. Do not mistake us for just some country folks who obsess over corn, we are more than just that.
If you were to spend one season in Nebraska, visit in the fall. You will not be disappointed. Take a drive on the Nebraska back roads in the fall and you will see fields of gold. In the fall it's harvest season. Take a drive and see the diversity of our state. From the reds of the International Harvester, to the green of a John Deere Combine, harvest is in full blast in late September and October. Take a drive through the small rural towns and you will see homes decorated for Halloween. Jack-o-lanterns front every home; scary faces, silly faces, ones made by hound children, and ones made by children at heart. This state is an amazing example of how young and old, and old and new come together.
In Nebraska, you see old and new side by side. It is not uncommon to see a brand new tractor and plow, marked next to an ancient looking house, or to see a sixteen years old's first vehicle being a thirty year old pickup. Old and new go hand in hand. If you were to visit a family farm, you may see an eighty year old working, with his sixty year old son, and his thirty year old grandson and five year old great grandson helping as well. It is also very common to see farm equipment from forty years in the past being used in the twenty first century.
This state may be the only state in the union where everywhere you feel safe. When in the car you cannot pass another with our the traditional two finger salute, the one finger point, or the occasional thumbs up. In Nebraska the sense of community is overwhelming. If you are walking by someone you can expect a "Hi, how are you?", or a "Goodmorning". If your neighbor has a garden it is almost custom for them to give you free produce, or a taste of wonderful zucchini brownies. If you are feeling upset in some other place, come visit Nebraska and see how things should be.
Z
Standing in a field of open grass.
Looking all around me and seeing people running around warming up.
Some guys are playing frisbee, throwing it back and forth to each other while talking and joking around.
I see my parents pull into the pasture and get out, all of them matching in their fan shirts.
I can feel the butterfly's in my stomach.
I'm so nervous but I'm also so ready for this.
I see some people jogging the course and stretching out their taunt muscles.
We go to the starting line and I can feel all of the nervous energy in the air.
We do a quick group huddle and a prayer, everyone's holding each other's hands tightly.
We take off our jackets and do some jumping and stretching, trying to convince ourselves were ready... I hope I'm ready....
We tell each other good luck, even though none us need it!
We line up and the announcer tells us the course, and the rules.
I'm a rebel though and I always try and bend the rules:)
The tension builds as he yells...READY.....I can feel myself shaking I'm so nervous......SET...........I clench my hands and tell myself I can do this.........BOOM!....The gun goes off and we take off.
Just like that I'm no longer nervous.
I smile to myself because I know I can do this.
JW
Looking all around me and seeing people running around warming up.
Some guys are playing frisbee, throwing it back and forth to each other while talking and joking around.
I see my parents pull into the pasture and get out, all of them matching in their fan shirts.
I can feel the butterfly's in my stomach.
I'm so nervous but I'm also so ready for this.
I see some people jogging the course and stretching out their taunt muscles.
We go to the starting line and I can feel all of the nervous energy in the air.
We do a quick group huddle and a prayer, everyone's holding each other's hands tightly.
We take off our jackets and do some jumping and stretching, trying to convince ourselves were ready... I hope I'm ready....
We tell each other good luck, even though none us need it!
We line up and the announcer tells us the course, and the rules.
I'm a rebel though and I always try and bend the rules:)
The tension builds as he yells...READY.....I can feel myself shaking I'm so nervous......SET...........I clench my hands and tell myself I can do this.........BOOM!....The gun goes off and we take off.
Just like that I'm no longer nervous.
I smile to myself because I know I can do this.
JW
Friday, October 17, 2014
Take a Backroad
The stop sign on the left and I take the turn,
Two cedars on the right,
Sand to the left,
I take the left,
I miss the sand,
It's stiff and mixed with dirt,
I hit the cattle trail,
I have small tires on blue
Blue is worn out but she still runs fine,
I throw up sand and hit the bog water,
Water goes every where,
Blue floods and sets there dead.
Mr. Dodge
Counting Sheep
I have so many people in this world that care so much about me. Why me? Why now? As I lay unconscious, I wonder. My mind flees to the good old days when I was younger, and all of the memories with my family. Why can't I make my body work again?
I see myself. Not my normal peppy self, but myself. I see my stone cold body and limp hair laying in the sheet white hospital bed. I see my family surrounding the tiny room. How can I see them? How can I see myself? Why am I above them? I yell my dads name. He doesn't seem to hear me. I try to nudge my brother, he acts as though he doesn't feel me. Suddenly, the doctor comes into the room. I backup from the enormous crowd of people and listen to what he has to say. "Erin has had major trauma to the brain." He continues, "When the roller coaster broke, Erin plunged to the ground at a very fast rate." "She landed head first."
None of this made any sense to me. I never rode roller coasters. I hated amusement parks. I never remember any of that happening. Nevertheless, here I am. My dad is now sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed, sobbing. The doctor starts his next statement with a little hesitation, "As a family, you may want to consider if and when you would like to take Erin off of life support." He walked out of the room while saying "sorry" repeatedly with his eyes.
The day goes on and every member of my family makes their way back to the house. Everyone of them leaned down and kissed me before leaving the hospital room. My parents alternated with which one left, and came back so that someone was always with me. Watching my parents like this was a stab to the heart. My parents love me more than anything, and they told me that everyday. I don't want them to feel helpless like this. Why is this happening? It still doesn't make sense, I hate roller coasters.
A week passed and just about the whole town came to see me. My extended family, my friends, and even people I've never even talked to. I didn't feel that special when I was alive. Why are all these people coming to see me now? One girl in my class came to see me that was always mean to me. I have no idea why she would be making any effort to show sympathy. I always wondered why she hated me so much. When she came in that afternoon, I found out.
My mom stepped out of the room to let her come in. She sat down and started crying uncontrollably. I was lying there cold and absent. She took my hand and tried to collect her thoughts into words. "So, I bet you are wondering why I am here right?" I let out a chuckle to that question. "The only reason I treated you badly all those years was because I felt threatened by you." "My mom raised me to be the best of the best. When you came along, I felt like you could've beat me at my own game. I thought if I let you shine my mom wouldn't love me anymore." She continued, "We probably could've been great friends too." All these years that's all I needed to hear. I wish I could have one more chance to make it right.
As I watch a machine make my body breathe I think about how ironic it is that I am stuck in my own body. I never thought this would be how I died. I feared drowning or getting in a car accident would end my life. Looking back, I really wish I wouldn't have worried about everything like I did. I was never one of those "do it now, think about it later" type of girls. I was that girl that thought about it now, thought about it later, and then thought about it again. If I had a second chance that would definitely be something I would do a little different.
A little over a year ago I watched my grandpa hang onto his life by a thread. Cancer seemed to like his lungs, his stomach, and just about everything else. Simultaneously, he got better and better. In no time he was out of the ICU and back in the comfort of his own home. None of us believed it. When all of the drama settled down I went to see him. We watched westerns together and talked about everything under the sun. "What was it like to be that sick?" I asked. He said, "God put me through that for a very good reason Erin." I puzzled on that answer for awhile before going on to my next question. "What was it like to just be existing from day to day?" He hesitated then replied with a casual shrug of the shoulders. Now I know what he was trying to say.
I was a sixteen year old girl who had it all. I had the perfect family, the best friends, and the flawless car everybody wanted. I loved everything high school had to offer me. I wasn't too worried about my life after high school. As far as I was concerned none of that seemed important at the time. Looking back on it now I spent way too much time worrying about how I looked and what I wore than actually spending time with my family. I would go out with my friends every weekend and party until the break of dawn. I was invincible.
The doctor came into my hospital room with a look of desperation on his face. "Have you talked as a family regarding what you want to move forward with for Erin?" My dad looked at my mom with a tear in his eye. "What are our chances that she would wake up from this coma?" my mom managed to stutter this sentence out between her sobs. The doctor began, "You're looking at about a 5% chance she would come out of this coma." My mom melted into a bag of tears in my fathers arms. It was at this very moment I realized how truly gorgeous my mom is. Her dark brown hair fell perfectly while her loving eyes poured out all her pain. Her skin suggested she was a mother of four ornery children. Her hands were tough as nails yet gentle and comforting. Her tear soaked face looked at the doctor once more. "I'm so sorry, I wish there was something I could do." the doctor sounded empathetic. No words were spoken between them, but my parents came to a silent agreement; they would take me off of life support.
I couldn't help but feel lost and scared. What would happen to me? I don't want them to take me off of life support, but I can't stay like this forever. I can't stand to see my family go through this one more day. I guess I just have to come to accept their decision and move on. Although, I don't know how I can become comfortable with dying.
My family said their goodbyes to my still body. I tried to remember what each member of my family looked like. Their carmel brown hair, different colored hazel eyes, and their gorgeous smiles. As I watched them walk out the door for the last time, tears escaped my eyes violently. The doctor came in and did what he needed to do. As my heart rate plummeted to zero, I started to feel weird. My whole body went numb. Was this what it felt like to die? I started to see all black. "This is it," I thought. Then all of this sudden I jump awake in my bed at home. I knew I didn't like roller coasters, it was just a dream.
SAT
I see myself. Not my normal peppy self, but myself. I see my stone cold body and limp hair laying in the sheet white hospital bed. I see my family surrounding the tiny room. How can I see them? How can I see myself? Why am I above them? I yell my dads name. He doesn't seem to hear me. I try to nudge my brother, he acts as though he doesn't feel me. Suddenly, the doctor comes into the room. I backup from the enormous crowd of people and listen to what he has to say. "Erin has had major trauma to the brain." He continues, "When the roller coaster broke, Erin plunged to the ground at a very fast rate." "She landed head first."
None of this made any sense to me. I never rode roller coasters. I hated amusement parks. I never remember any of that happening. Nevertheless, here I am. My dad is now sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed, sobbing. The doctor starts his next statement with a little hesitation, "As a family, you may want to consider if and when you would like to take Erin off of life support." He walked out of the room while saying "sorry" repeatedly with his eyes.
The day goes on and every member of my family makes their way back to the house. Everyone of them leaned down and kissed me before leaving the hospital room. My parents alternated with which one left, and came back so that someone was always with me. Watching my parents like this was a stab to the heart. My parents love me more than anything, and they told me that everyday. I don't want them to feel helpless like this. Why is this happening? It still doesn't make sense, I hate roller coasters.
A week passed and just about the whole town came to see me. My extended family, my friends, and even people I've never even talked to. I didn't feel that special when I was alive. Why are all these people coming to see me now? One girl in my class came to see me that was always mean to me. I have no idea why she would be making any effort to show sympathy. I always wondered why she hated me so much. When she came in that afternoon, I found out.
My mom stepped out of the room to let her come in. She sat down and started crying uncontrollably. I was lying there cold and absent. She took my hand and tried to collect her thoughts into words. "So, I bet you are wondering why I am here right?" I let out a chuckle to that question. "The only reason I treated you badly all those years was because I felt threatened by you." "My mom raised me to be the best of the best. When you came along, I felt like you could've beat me at my own game. I thought if I let you shine my mom wouldn't love me anymore." She continued, "We probably could've been great friends too." All these years that's all I needed to hear. I wish I could have one more chance to make it right.
As I watch a machine make my body breathe I think about how ironic it is that I am stuck in my own body. I never thought this would be how I died. I feared drowning or getting in a car accident would end my life. Looking back, I really wish I wouldn't have worried about everything like I did. I was never one of those "do it now, think about it later" type of girls. I was that girl that thought about it now, thought about it later, and then thought about it again. If I had a second chance that would definitely be something I would do a little different.
A little over a year ago I watched my grandpa hang onto his life by a thread. Cancer seemed to like his lungs, his stomach, and just about everything else. Simultaneously, he got better and better. In no time he was out of the ICU and back in the comfort of his own home. None of us believed it. When all of the drama settled down I went to see him. We watched westerns together and talked about everything under the sun. "What was it like to be that sick?" I asked. He said, "God put me through that for a very good reason Erin." I puzzled on that answer for awhile before going on to my next question. "What was it like to just be existing from day to day?" He hesitated then replied with a casual shrug of the shoulders. Now I know what he was trying to say.
I was a sixteen year old girl who had it all. I had the perfect family, the best friends, and the flawless car everybody wanted. I loved everything high school had to offer me. I wasn't too worried about my life after high school. As far as I was concerned none of that seemed important at the time. Looking back on it now I spent way too much time worrying about how I looked and what I wore than actually spending time with my family. I would go out with my friends every weekend and party until the break of dawn. I was invincible.
The doctor came into my hospital room with a look of desperation on his face. "Have you talked as a family regarding what you want to move forward with for Erin?" My dad looked at my mom with a tear in his eye. "What are our chances that she would wake up from this coma?" my mom managed to stutter this sentence out between her sobs. The doctor began, "You're looking at about a 5% chance she would come out of this coma." My mom melted into a bag of tears in my fathers arms. It was at this very moment I realized how truly gorgeous my mom is. Her dark brown hair fell perfectly while her loving eyes poured out all her pain. Her skin suggested she was a mother of four ornery children. Her hands were tough as nails yet gentle and comforting. Her tear soaked face looked at the doctor once more. "I'm so sorry, I wish there was something I could do." the doctor sounded empathetic. No words were spoken between them, but my parents came to a silent agreement; they would take me off of life support.
I couldn't help but feel lost and scared. What would happen to me? I don't want them to take me off of life support, but I can't stay like this forever. I can't stand to see my family go through this one more day. I guess I just have to come to accept their decision and move on. Although, I don't know how I can become comfortable with dying.
My family said their goodbyes to my still body. I tried to remember what each member of my family looked like. Their carmel brown hair, different colored hazel eyes, and their gorgeous smiles. As I watched them walk out the door for the last time, tears escaped my eyes violently. The doctor came in and did what he needed to do. As my heart rate plummeted to zero, I started to feel weird. My whole body went numb. Was this what it felt like to die? I started to see all black. "This is it," I thought. Then all of this sudden I jump awake in my bed at home. I knew I didn't like roller coasters, it was just a dream.
SAT
Thursday, October 16, 2014
What's this, what's that
What's this feeling I have.
Oh yeah, the sweet feeling of a small nothing.
I thought her hand would be smooth.
Her grip a soft, sweet, and gentle grasp.
But it's nothing, nothing but a blank.
Never again will my grip be good.
The drum stick in my hand.
A sick beat I wish I can feel once again.
Small hits just a wish I can't have.
I'm older now and I can't feel them.
The sway of her hips as we dance.
Her smooth skin as we lay in bed.
The gentle touch of her lips to mine.
There she is lying in a bed.
She is holding my girl.
But I cannot feel her little fingers.
Their hugs and handshakes.
I cannot feel her hugs on the first day of school.
Her tears after her first small heartbreak.
Her kiss on the Cheek after she says " bye daddy"
She leaves I cannot feel the squeeze of her hug.
The tears running down my cheeks and on to her.
I see the bright side, I cannot feel pain.
My playing on the field and mat will improve.
Wait say what my bones broken.
I cannot feel and I cannot be broken.
My senses are going to be heightened.
This nose will smell better.
Also my eyes can become shaper than ever.
And my hearing will be the highest.
Oh yeah, the sweet feeling of a small nothing.
I thought her hand would be smooth.
Her grip a soft, sweet, and gentle grasp.
But it's nothing, nothing but a blank.
Never again will my grip be good.
The drum stick in my hand.
A sick beat I wish I can feel once again.
Small hits just a wish I can't have.
I'm older now and I can't feel them.
The sway of her hips as we dance.
Her smooth skin as we lay in bed.
The gentle touch of her lips to mine.
There she is lying in a bed.
She is holding my girl.
But I cannot feel her little fingers.
Their hugs and handshakes.
I cannot feel her hugs on the first day of school.
Her tears after her first small heartbreak.
Her kiss on the Cheek after she says " bye daddy"
She leaves I cannot feel the squeeze of her hug.
The tears running down my cheeks and on to her.
I see the bright side, I cannot feel pain.
My playing on the field and mat will improve.
Wait say what my bones broken.
I cannot feel and I cannot be broken.
My senses are going to be heightened.
This nose will smell better.
Also my eyes can become shaper than ever.
And my hearing will be the highest.
Ceratotherium simum
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Two sentence horror story
I just wanted to get out of that smelly gym after an intense basketball game, so I went to my car. Once I got there I hopped in and drove away, that's when I felt the warm breath on my neck and a voice that said "you forgot to check the back seat."
A. S.
A. S.
A Year
Bailey Reigle
Island Project
I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my life. Today marks the one year anniversary of me being stuck in this sketch house. I've tried to escape he's just to fast and strong. I'm sure my parents are looking for me,they have to be! They'll find me soon..I hope!
It was a normal Friday night, I went to the football game, we won as usual. After the game I was driving home and in the middle of the road there was a manly figure that appeared from nowhere. I slammed on the breaks praying I wouldn't hit the person. Once I come to a stop a get out of my car...big mistake! Instead of running away from me the figure runs toward me. I freeze in fear. As the figure gets closer to me my instincts kick in and I take off running. He doesn't stop chasing me. I run for a good two miles,thank you cross country, before I crossroads with a barbed wire fence. I'm trapped. He is closing in on me. I attempt to get over the fence but with no light to see the barbwire pricks I keep getting scratched. I feel arms, strong arms, wrap around me and a raspy voice whisper "You're coming with me."
The next hour or so was a blur. I woke up in the back of an old,stinky station wagon. I heard the song shake it off playing on the radio, not the type of music you'd think a kidnapper would listen to. I was to scared to say anything or to move. I felt like if I took a breath he would hear me. He turned around to check on me and that's when I saw his face for the first time. But in reality it wasn't the first time, I knew I had seen this man before. But from where and how did I know this guy? I just couldn't connect the dots.
I finally get the courage to ask "Where are you taking me?" As I spoke my voice shook. The familiar man replied with "Shut your trap! You're gonna be a good little girl like everybody thinks you are and not ask any questions. Got it?" I couldn't comprehend the situation, it was just too unfathomable. We drive for what seems like hours when we enter a town that I don't recognize. I look at the clock it says 3:45. When I left the game it was 10, we've been driving for at least three hours. My kidnapper pulls into a gas station that looks creepier than creepy. He watches me the whole time he fills his car up with gas. I still can't figure out where I've seen him before.
I fell asleep once we started driving again. I was awaken by the man grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder to carry me to this sketch house I've been in for a year. This year has been the worst year of my life! I only get to shower once a week, I haven't shaved my legs all year, I didn't get to celebrate my birthday, and I don't know how my family and friends are doing.
Once we got to the house he opened the cellar door and threw me down there, slamming the door. A couple of minutes later he returned with a blanket, bottle of water, and a slice of bread. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I ate that piece of bread. I gobbled it down so fast, not realizing it would be my only food for awhile. I ask the man, "Why did you kidnap me?" He says,"Tiffany you have the perfect life and you treated my daughter like crap and you made her kill herself now I'm gonna torture you till I want to kill you!" I am so confused. "My name is not Tiffany, it's Bailey!" I say. He cursed and said, "Did I really get the wrong girl? Do you know Tiffany?" Well duh I know Tiffany she was the queen bee last year until she graduated, but how had he gotten us mixed up? I said "Tiffany Smith? Yeah I know her!" Then it hit me, I know who this man is!
Last year I remember hearing stories about Tiffany bullying a girl in her class named Suzie. I didn't know Suzie very well but I went to her funeral. That's where I first saw her dad, my kidnapper. Suzie died this summer, there was no talk about suicide in the obituary. Everyone was convinced that she died of a rare brain disease, but I guess that wasn't the case. But how did Suzie's dad mistake me for Tiffany? The only things I could think of are that me and Tiffany drive the same car and live on the same road, but I don't look like her at all! For a week after Suzie's dad figured out he got the wrong girl I didn't see much of him, I just sat in the cellar. Once a day that cellar door would open and I would get some food and a drink, but barley enough to sustain my hunger. The eighth time that cellar door opened I heard Suzie's dad say "Come up here, we need to talk." I nervously walked up the stairs, at the top he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house. Inside the house he sat me in a chair and asked "Can I trust you to sit here and not run away?" I nod in agreement. He begins to talk,"You said that you know Tiffany, and I obviously got the wrong girl, so if you help me get Tiffany I will let you go." "Deal!", I immediately response!
The next three months after my agreement to help my capture,who's name I found out was Mark, we search for Tiffany. I knew that she goes to Wayne State so we went there. Mark found out what dome she lives in and the plan was for me to go to the dorm and ask her if she wanted to hang out, then Mark would come and take her. But I just couldn't make myself put a friend in harm, so I made a huge mistake!
When I got to the dorm she freaked out saying, "Omg I thought you were missing!" I tell her to let me in and we need to talk! Her roommate and almost everyone else on campus were gone for Christmas break. Mark was sitting on the bench outside of Jennifer's room, waiting for us to come out. Once I was inside I told her everything, she started crying saying she had to call the cops, but I forgot that Mark put a microphone on me and that he could hear everything. Once he heard the word cop he ran in and grabbed both of us by the arms and drug us to the car. Because of the negative twelve degree windchill there was nobody outside to help us. He shoved us into the car and floored it and didn't stop till we were back in that sketch house.
Jennifer cried a lot that first night saying things like, "I'm too pretty to die, and God I hated that Suzie girl!" That was the night I realized I would probably never get out of here alive. How could I? I didn't follow through with marks plan, I almost ruined it all. The day after Jennifer and I almost called the cops Mark came down to the cellar and drug Jennifer up the stairs he told me to stay! I was terrified for her. A few minutes passed when I heard ear piercing screaming. I shivered, praying that he wouldn't kill her. I waited and waited until after what felt like an eternity the cellar door slowly opened and down came Jennifer. I could tell she had been crying, and once that door shut again the tears never seemed to stop. He had beaten her, a lot! I could barley look at her without feeling pain myself!
One day when Mark came down to bring us food I asked if I could talk to him. Jennifer eyed me suspiciously. Mark took me out of the cellar and into the sketch house. This time he didn't ask if He could trust me to sit there he just immediately tied me up to the chair. He stared at me, eating for me to talk. I finally said,"Are you going to let me go?" Without saying a word he got up and ran to the next room to grab another chair and set it next to mine. He then ran down to the cellar and came back up with Jennifer, he tied her up too. Then he finally spoke. "I kidnapped the wrong girl and then trusted her to help me get the real girl, what was I thinking? I can't take you back to your family now that you know who I am and where I'm at. So that gives me no choice but to kill you both." Jennifer starts to weep. I scream, "NO PLEASE DONT!"
Before I could get the words out he had already pulled out a fun and was making his way to Jennifer. Once he go to her he said "You ruined my daughters life and made her loose her life, now it's your turn to die!" I closed my eyes but I could still hear that terrible bullet sound. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that he was walking towards me. I prepared myself for the bullet, but nothing came. I opened my eyes to see him crying. He slowly begins to talk, "I've lost a daughter before because of someone else and I don't want your parents to go through that to.." I think to myself oh really then why did you kill Jennifer, but I was to afraid to say it. Before I could comprehend what was going on he untied me handed me the keys to his car and put the gun to his own head.
I was away from my family for one year. One year. You may not think that's a long time but believe me it is! Don't take your family and friends for granted! I am so blessed to have gotten away but Jennifer wasn't so lucky.
-BAY
Island Project
I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my life. Today marks the one year anniversary of me being stuck in this sketch house. I've tried to escape he's just to fast and strong. I'm sure my parents are looking for me,they have to be! They'll find me soon..I hope!
It was a normal Friday night, I went to the football game, we won as usual. After the game I was driving home and in the middle of the road there was a manly figure that appeared from nowhere. I slammed on the breaks praying I wouldn't hit the person. Once I come to a stop a get out of my car...big mistake! Instead of running away from me the figure runs toward me. I freeze in fear. As the figure gets closer to me my instincts kick in and I take off running. He doesn't stop chasing me. I run for a good two miles,thank you cross country, before I crossroads with a barbed wire fence. I'm trapped. He is closing in on me. I attempt to get over the fence but with no light to see the barbwire pricks I keep getting scratched. I feel arms, strong arms, wrap around me and a raspy voice whisper "You're coming with me."
The next hour or so was a blur. I woke up in the back of an old,stinky station wagon. I heard the song shake it off playing on the radio, not the type of music you'd think a kidnapper would listen to. I was to scared to say anything or to move. I felt like if I took a breath he would hear me. He turned around to check on me and that's when I saw his face for the first time. But in reality it wasn't the first time, I knew I had seen this man before. But from where and how did I know this guy? I just couldn't connect the dots.
I finally get the courage to ask "Where are you taking me?" As I spoke my voice shook. The familiar man replied with "Shut your trap! You're gonna be a good little girl like everybody thinks you are and not ask any questions. Got it?" I couldn't comprehend the situation, it was just too unfathomable. We drive for what seems like hours when we enter a town that I don't recognize. I look at the clock it says 3:45. When I left the game it was 10, we've been driving for at least three hours. My kidnapper pulls into a gas station that looks creepier than creepy. He watches me the whole time he fills his car up with gas. I still can't figure out where I've seen him before.
I fell asleep once we started driving again. I was awaken by the man grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder to carry me to this sketch house I've been in for a year. This year has been the worst year of my life! I only get to shower once a week, I haven't shaved my legs all year, I didn't get to celebrate my birthday, and I don't know how my family and friends are doing.
Once we got to the house he opened the cellar door and threw me down there, slamming the door. A couple of minutes later he returned with a blanket, bottle of water, and a slice of bread. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I ate that piece of bread. I gobbled it down so fast, not realizing it would be my only food for awhile. I ask the man, "Why did you kidnap me?" He says,"Tiffany you have the perfect life and you treated my daughter like crap and you made her kill herself now I'm gonna torture you till I want to kill you!" I am so confused. "My name is not Tiffany, it's Bailey!" I say. He cursed and said, "Did I really get the wrong girl? Do you know Tiffany?" Well duh I know Tiffany she was the queen bee last year until she graduated, but how had he gotten us mixed up? I said "Tiffany Smith? Yeah I know her!" Then it hit me, I know who this man is!
Last year I remember hearing stories about Tiffany bullying a girl in her class named Suzie. I didn't know Suzie very well but I went to her funeral. That's where I first saw her dad, my kidnapper. Suzie died this summer, there was no talk about suicide in the obituary. Everyone was convinced that she died of a rare brain disease, but I guess that wasn't the case. But how did Suzie's dad mistake me for Tiffany? The only things I could think of are that me and Tiffany drive the same car and live on the same road, but I don't look like her at all! For a week after Suzie's dad figured out he got the wrong girl I didn't see much of him, I just sat in the cellar. Once a day that cellar door would open and I would get some food and a drink, but barley enough to sustain my hunger. The eighth time that cellar door opened I heard Suzie's dad say "Come up here, we need to talk." I nervously walked up the stairs, at the top he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house. Inside the house he sat me in a chair and asked "Can I trust you to sit here and not run away?" I nod in agreement. He begins to talk,"You said that you know Tiffany, and I obviously got the wrong girl, so if you help me get Tiffany I will let you go." "Deal!", I immediately response!
The next three months after my agreement to help my capture,who's name I found out was Mark, we search for Tiffany. I knew that she goes to Wayne State so we went there. Mark found out what dome she lives in and the plan was for me to go to the dorm and ask her if she wanted to hang out, then Mark would come and take her. But I just couldn't make myself put a friend in harm, so I made a huge mistake!
When I got to the dorm she freaked out saying, "Omg I thought you were missing!" I tell her to let me in and we need to talk! Her roommate and almost everyone else on campus were gone for Christmas break. Mark was sitting on the bench outside of Jennifer's room, waiting for us to come out. Once I was inside I told her everything, she started crying saying she had to call the cops, but I forgot that Mark put a microphone on me and that he could hear everything. Once he heard the word cop he ran in and grabbed both of us by the arms and drug us to the car. Because of the negative twelve degree windchill there was nobody outside to help us. He shoved us into the car and floored it and didn't stop till we were back in that sketch house.
Jennifer cried a lot that first night saying things like, "I'm too pretty to die, and God I hated that Suzie girl!" That was the night I realized I would probably never get out of here alive. How could I? I didn't follow through with marks plan, I almost ruined it all. The day after Jennifer and I almost called the cops Mark came down to the cellar and drug Jennifer up the stairs he told me to stay! I was terrified for her. A few minutes passed when I heard ear piercing screaming. I shivered, praying that he wouldn't kill her. I waited and waited until after what felt like an eternity the cellar door slowly opened and down came Jennifer. I could tell she had been crying, and once that door shut again the tears never seemed to stop. He had beaten her, a lot! I could barley look at her without feeling pain myself!
One day when Mark came down to bring us food I asked if I could talk to him. Jennifer eyed me suspiciously. Mark took me out of the cellar and into the sketch house. This time he didn't ask if He could trust me to sit there he just immediately tied me up to the chair. He stared at me, eating for me to talk. I finally said,"Are you going to let me go?" Without saying a word he got up and ran to the next room to grab another chair and set it next to mine. He then ran down to the cellar and came back up with Jennifer, he tied her up too. Then he finally spoke. "I kidnapped the wrong girl and then trusted her to help me get the real girl, what was I thinking? I can't take you back to your family now that you know who I am and where I'm at. So that gives me no choice but to kill you both." Jennifer starts to weep. I scream, "NO PLEASE DONT!"
Before I could get the words out he had already pulled out a fun and was making his way to Jennifer. Once he go to her he said "You ruined my daughters life and made her loose her life, now it's your turn to die!" I closed my eyes but I could still hear that terrible bullet sound. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that he was walking towards me. I prepared myself for the bullet, but nothing came. I opened my eyes to see him crying. He slowly begins to talk, "I've lost a daughter before because of someone else and I don't want your parents to go through that to.." I think to myself oh really then why did you kill Jennifer, but I was to afraid to say it. Before I could comprehend what was going on he untied me handed me the keys to his car and put the gun to his own head.
I was away from my family for one year. One year. You may not think that's a long time but believe me it is! Don't take your family and friends for granted! I am so blessed to have gotten away but Jennifer wasn't so lucky.
-BAY
Pain
My head is throbbing, my limbs bursting with pain, I wake up, then try to stand and I cant move. The pain is too overwhelming. I open my tired eyes to see Jake laying next to me covered in red sand. His dirty white t-shirt is soaked in blood. I look around and start to realize where we are. We're on a island full of trees and surrounded by the most vivid blue water I've ever seen. But we are alone, and stranded. I try to remember how we got here and nothing came to my mind. Last thing I remember was Jake and I eating supper in our kitchen. I had cooked his favorite; Garlic mashed potatoes and nice juicy steak. We sat at the table and talked about how our days were. I remember him spilling the wine on our new carpet.. But from there, everything went blank. I hear Jakes yawning as I brush sand off his skin.
He looks around and says, "Decided you wanted another honeymoon babe?"
I scolded him. "This isn't the time, Jake."
He must have thought this was a dream, because as soon as he saw his blood-stained shirt he realized this was reality.
"What the heck is this? And where are we? How did we get here?"
"I don't know! Why ask me? I am clueless just like you!"
We hear our stomachs cry for food and decide to scavenge for something satisfying. We climb up the rocky hills and hiked inland. We came across a pool of clear spring water. I gazed at the beautiful fish brushing against the stones. After hours of searching, we managed to obtain three fish, four bananas, and a few coconuts. We knew we couldn't eat it all right then. What if we were here a while?
"Jake, what's the last thing you remember?
"Us at supper, and me spilling the wine. I went to clean it and came back and you weren't in the room."
~
We spend our days on the island taking walks to find food, and bathing in the cool spring water. We have been on this island 34 days now. Not one of these days have I stopped questioning how we got here. One cloudy afternoon we took a walk. That's when I heard it. It wasn't Jake's voice. It was something much more dark, and fierce.
"Umm what the heck was that?!"
"I don't know, Melony, but I don't think we are alone. Come here!"
I quickly got close to him so he could protect me from harm.
"If you do as I say I will return you home, but if you choose not to then you will stay here forever." There was the voice again, only this time there was a person in front of me to go with it.
A man appeared wearing a black tank top with jeans. My eyes traveled up and down his body as I studied his intimidating figure. He was tall, a skyscraper to Jake, and his muscles were like cannons. His veins would bulge from his neck as he spoke, and then I saw the scar on his cheek. His grey eyes gave me a glare that made me feel unsafe. I looked like a scared little dog, helpless.
"What do you want from us? Who are you?" Jake said.
"All I want is a little favor, then you can go home."
He handed us a small envelope.
"Read this when I leave, think about it. I will return in a few days to hear your decision."
He disappeared through the trees and Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. We then opened the envelope. There were pictures of a house and people with detailed instructions on how to... kill them.
"Jake.. Isn't this.. Mary's family?"
I flung the envelope into his lap. He looked at the picture. It was his secretary's family. Mary, George, Casey, and little Jimmy.
Mary had an affair with Jake three years before. I had caught them at the office. Is this something I could do? Could I kill her for something that happened three years ago? I decide to think about the offer. I would be off this island, back home in my comfy bed, my skin would no longer be pealing from the harsh rays of the sun. Three days later we found ourselves on the subject again. Jake was dead set on his decision. Little did he know so was I. I planned to secretly tell the mystery man who possesses our future that I was in.
As he promised, he returned to hear our decision. Jake wasn't back from getting water though, so now was my chance to get what I really wanted. I walked over and jumped into his arms. He kissed me and said, "I missed you babe." We knew we had little time until Jake would return. We hurried and dumped the fake blood on the ground, my blood. James and I ran into the woods once we finished making the beach look like I had been attacked and taken. We watched silently through the trees as Jake returned from fetching water. He fell to the ground shaking and crying. Why would he cry? He didn't love me. Do you call those countless beatings, and affairs love? This is his time for punishment. I am done. He will be left here to rot like I was left all those nights he spent in the office. Or how I was left alone in the hospital after I got my head slammed into the counter. Maybe next time, he won't cheat.
~
They don't call me Melony anymore, it's Stacy. Wife to James. Killer of ex-husband. I started a new life in Cali. New job, kids, loving husband. You ask why I did it? Why I had to leave him there to suffer in agony, alone, and stranded? I say, you will never know my pain.
-A.N.
He looks around and says, "Decided you wanted another honeymoon babe?"
I scolded him. "This isn't the time, Jake."
He must have thought this was a dream, because as soon as he saw his blood-stained shirt he realized this was reality.
"What the heck is this? And where are we? How did we get here?"
"I don't know! Why ask me? I am clueless just like you!"
We hear our stomachs cry for food and decide to scavenge for something satisfying. We climb up the rocky hills and hiked inland. We came across a pool of clear spring water. I gazed at the beautiful fish brushing against the stones. After hours of searching, we managed to obtain three fish, four bananas, and a few coconuts. We knew we couldn't eat it all right then. What if we were here a while?
"Jake, what's the last thing you remember?
"Us at supper, and me spilling the wine. I went to clean it and came back and you weren't in the room."
~
We spend our days on the island taking walks to find food, and bathing in the cool spring water. We have been on this island 34 days now. Not one of these days have I stopped questioning how we got here. One cloudy afternoon we took a walk. That's when I heard it. It wasn't Jake's voice. It was something much more dark, and fierce.
"Umm what the heck was that?!"
"I don't know, Melony, but I don't think we are alone. Come here!"
I quickly got close to him so he could protect me from harm.
"If you do as I say I will return you home, but if you choose not to then you will stay here forever." There was the voice again, only this time there was a person in front of me to go with it.
A man appeared wearing a black tank top with jeans. My eyes traveled up and down his body as I studied his intimidating figure. He was tall, a skyscraper to Jake, and his muscles were like cannons. His veins would bulge from his neck as he spoke, and then I saw the scar on his cheek. His grey eyes gave me a glare that made me feel unsafe. I looked like a scared little dog, helpless.
"What do you want from us? Who are you?" Jake said.
"All I want is a little favor, then you can go home."
He handed us a small envelope.
"Read this when I leave, think about it. I will return in a few days to hear your decision."
He disappeared through the trees and Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. We then opened the envelope. There were pictures of a house and people with detailed instructions on how to... kill them.
"Jake.. Isn't this.. Mary's family?"
I flung the envelope into his lap. He looked at the picture. It was his secretary's family. Mary, George, Casey, and little Jimmy.
Mary had an affair with Jake three years before. I had caught them at the office. Is this something I could do? Could I kill her for something that happened three years ago? I decide to think about the offer. I would be off this island, back home in my comfy bed, my skin would no longer be pealing from the harsh rays of the sun. Three days later we found ourselves on the subject again. Jake was dead set on his decision. Little did he know so was I. I planned to secretly tell the mystery man who possesses our future that I was in.
As he promised, he returned to hear our decision. Jake wasn't back from getting water though, so now was my chance to get what I really wanted. I walked over and jumped into his arms. He kissed me and said, "I missed you babe." We knew we had little time until Jake would return. We hurried and dumped the fake blood on the ground, my blood. James and I ran into the woods once we finished making the beach look like I had been attacked and taken. We watched silently through the trees as Jake returned from fetching water. He fell to the ground shaking and crying. Why would he cry? He didn't love me. Do you call those countless beatings, and affairs love? This is his time for punishment. I am done. He will be left here to rot like I was left all those nights he spent in the office. Or how I was left alone in the hospital after I got my head slammed into the counter. Maybe next time, he won't cheat.
~
They don't call me Melony anymore, it's Stacy. Wife to James. Killer of ex-husband. I started a new life in Cali. New job, kids, loving husband. You ask why I did it? Why I had to leave him there to suffer in agony, alone, and stranded? I say, you will never know my pain.
-A.N.
Peace of mind
Time is limited no matter who you are, so don't waste it sleeping in or worrying about things that haven't happened. Life is a time for learning not what the school teaches you but who you are and only you can find that. So don't waste your life worrying about what people think of you or who is popular.
Many people have said a mind at peace is a mind at rest and that's true but you can only achieve a peaceful mind if you accept that there is going to be bad days and good days, bullies and friends. The only way you can accept this is to not worry about be happy with the friends and push aside the worries you have about bullies or if you clothes look cool enough. Being yourself is the way to achieve peace, don't listen to things people say about how you act or dress just be yourself.
T.B.
Many people have said a mind at peace is a mind at rest and that's true but you can only achieve a peaceful mind if you accept that there is going to be bad days and good days, bullies and friends. The only way you can accept this is to not worry about be happy with the friends and push aside the worries you have about bullies or if you clothes look cool enough. Being yourself is the way to achieve peace, don't listen to things people say about how you act or dress just be yourself.
T.B.
My Heritage
I saddle him near the once shabby tack shed that contains old discarded batteries. As I stick my boot into the stirrup, he bends his blue roan neck to nip the toe of my boot. Tapping my quirt on his hip, I turn him sharply in a circle. The snaffle bit pulls harder to the right, but he obeys its pull. I climb up. He trots around the circle where the cement from an old supply tank and thousands of old pump jack belts thrown away by Dad have been loaded waiting to be hauled to the old silage pit on the 460, which Mike has repaired many times since we first moved to the home place a year ago. This first year after the move has been a year of many repairs, many replacements, and much rebuilding.
Suddenly, the tin reflects off the hole of the roof of the barn as it zooms to the sky overhead. Trees become umbrellas over Hoss’s raised hoofs. I grab for the saddle horn, but miss it. Pain in my knee echoes up my thigh as I hit the ground. Looking up, I roll to miss Hoss’s front legs as he jumps down the small embankment next to the paint chipped barn.
Our eyes meet. His callused hands reach down to pull me to my feet. As I gain my balance, the memory of his pipe tobacco drifts toward me.
“Well, go catch him before he gets into some barbed wire.”
Getting mud on my boots, I corner Hoss by a rebuilt waterer and grab the reins, I return to the man with callused hands in overalls over a blue snapped work shirt and straw cowboy hat with a sweat stain on it. He is standing next to the black rubble from the burned down granary, which no longer could keep corn dry. Hoss runs into my shoulder as I near him.
“Jerk him. How many times have I told you not to let a horse treat you like that? Show him who’s boss.”
As Hoss moves in to meet him, he immediately jerks the reins, “Okay. Quit it. Or I’ll start a boot factory up your butt.”
Handing me the reins, we again walk side by side down the lane past the barn, which will have to join the burned granary some day. Hoss runs into my shoulder, but immediately backs up as I turn to look up at him. Dad’’s eyes approve.
We near the round pen, I pull the gate open, and Hoss, Dad, and I enter for the upcoming workout. Even the new fence posts anticipate the workout to come.
“Get on him,” he directs me. He’s not holding the reins so I am sure Hoss will rear up again. Since my hips can not stand more black bruises creeping up on them, I hesitate.
“Show him who’s boss and pull his head around so he gives to pressure. That’s the only way it’ll work.”
I pull the reins several times so his nose is touching the stirrup to calm him down before I start to climb up again. I slowly prance him both ways around the round pen. He seems to be doing fine.
“Okay, trot him. Stop him and make him back up.”
I rest my spurs to his girth. His front legs raise up.
“Pull his head around with the first sign of a buck or rear.”
Trying to trot him again, I sense his front end rising. As I pull his head to meet my boot, he gives to the pressure. He stops on command and backs three or four feet. Rolling around and trotting the opposite direction, he is doing fine.
“Okay, canter him.”
“I’ve never done it with him before.”
“Do you think anyone will want him if all he can do is walk and trot?”
Suddenly a long whip with a plastic bag on the tip appears in Dad’s hand. He starts coming after Hoss, who immediately breaks into a gallop. I grab the reins and just stay on. After twenty passes he tells me to stop and turn him. Hoss is glad to stop and turn, but Dad has to encourage him with the whip on his flank again.
“Okay, take him ten times around and turn him again.”
I do, while concentrating on staying in the saddle. I do get my hand off the horn. I do get Hoss into a comfortable canter. We lope around the pen as one, a perfect team.
I turn toward Dad. He is gone. He’s left me his true heritage one more time.
Cheri Blocher
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Two-sentence Horror Stories
The putrid stench rose up out of well into my nostrils which instantly cowered back. The light cascaded down to the bottom, revealing a little pink dress floating in the grotesque brown water.
The sound of bats screeching through the cave almost covered up his screams of agony. Next came only the sounds of tearing flesh.
B. Kennedy
Monday, October 13, 2014
White
The Mysterious Unknown....
I went to bed on a Thursday, woke up on a Tuesday, and found myself in what I thought was the secret to the universe. All around me was white. White here, white there, white EVERYWHERE!!!! I started running but soon got dizzy from all the blankness around me. When all of a sudden, a piece of paper fell from the sky. I rapidly grabbed the paper. And on that piece of five star paper, there was there's exact words... "THINK OF YOUR HAPPY PLACE.... WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE IN IT... WHO WOULD YOU HAVE IN IT AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT THEM IN IT." When I finally finished reading the command, I instantly thought of the one person who could make my life as happy as can be. My real mother. I'd have her soar through the light blue sky with her angelic wings bringing her down gently yet swiftly. She would walk into the scene with her glistening smile and her sparkling eyes. Then there would be a waterbed in the corner, and all my poetry stapled to the wall. I would want the color to be red all around because red is my favorite color. Lastly, I want my older sister April to be alive to see me for the first time since I left Texas.
Ck
I went to bed on a Thursday, woke up on a Tuesday, and found myself in what I thought was the secret to the universe. All around me was white. White here, white there, white EVERYWHERE!!!! I started running but soon got dizzy from all the blankness around me. When all of a sudden, a piece of paper fell from the sky. I rapidly grabbed the paper. And on that piece of five star paper, there was there's exact words... "THINK OF YOUR HAPPY PLACE.... WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE IN IT... WHO WOULD YOU HAVE IN IT AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT THEM IN IT." When I finally finished reading the command, I instantly thought of the one person who could make my life as happy as can be. My real mother. I'd have her soar through the light blue sky with her angelic wings bringing her down gently yet swiftly. She would walk into the scene with her glistening smile and her sparkling eyes. Then there would be a waterbed in the corner, and all my poetry stapled to the wall. I would want the color to be red all around because red is my favorite color. Lastly, I want my older sister April to be alive to see me for the first time since I left Texas.
Ck
Friday, October 10, 2014
Bland
The mouthwatering goodness ceases to exist,
Sweet sensation of Starbucks is no more,
Not knowing if I'm allergic to anything I put in my mouth.
Flavor of a roller coaster I once knew is still.
Cannot taste the clumpy milk of rottenness.
The Italian, garlicky deliciousness became bland,
I can feel the burn of coffee but
Cannot taste the hazelnut.
The great part is I can now drink nasty black coffee
And disgusting cherry cough syrup when I'm sick.
The downside is
My worst enemy could poison me,
And I won't even know.
-KDH
Our Everyday Life, In the Eyes of a Student
So many people live life as if they are inexistent. Many of them should be living life to the fullest and making themselves know. As I gaze among the hallways of my school, I see so many things that warm my heart. Those little things may mean the world to someone else, but seeing good things like that happen so often, makes you feel like this is the best community to be amongst. Although, there are some upsetting things that also occur that take down those joyous moments in life.
The days go by and there are cliques amongst us. There are those caring people, and the ones that are very talkative yet rude. Then there are athletes that are popular, and others that wish they aren't noticed. But one day my eyes opened up to an action that made me want to do the same. A big sports athlete, like the one that everyone knows because he's involved and is always high spirited was just being himself. In a hurry, he had been walking to class with the original personality he has. But almost being late to class he makes a stop to make an unnoticed girl feel like she's on top of the world. The way she smiled after he said hi had to make anyone, even myself, an outsider looking in feel great. That's because everyday I'm surrounded by people like that, who make the unknown known, or even the unnoticed to be that very bit noticed.
Although, once you turn the corner of that hall you become observant to the depressing reality. A boy sits there with a note, that someone like myself would take and be thankful for. That boy sat there and scribbled all over a letter that took time and a grateful thanks for him to read and accept. If only the writer of the letter knew, they'd be upset. Being among the everyday reality, you would be surprised what comes up on a daily basis.
-Th
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Fabulous Realities
I was sitting on a bench at a rib-fest,
And about six kids, including my two sisters,
Were running, jumping, and frolicking though a fountain.
It struck me how innocent they all are,
And just how soon that's going to be torn away from them.
Sitting by a wall on Fourth Street the other day,
I was watching a group of friends, or maybe family members, mess around.
I heard one say, "Wait, I want to take a photo!"
And just like that, they had that moment,
Captured forever.
Friend
Tell me, friend,
Why do you frown?
Why do you want to go unnoticed?
Just stare at the ground?
Are you afraid? Unhappy? Just plain down?
I'll tell you, friend,
I'm insecure.
I'm not unhappy.
Afraid? Yeah, sure.
I'm scared, so I stay obscure.
And about six kids, including my two sisters,
Were running, jumping, and frolicking though a fountain.
It struck me how innocent they all are,
And just how soon that's going to be torn away from them.
Sitting by a wall on Fourth Street the other day,
I was watching a group of friends, or maybe family members, mess around.
I heard one say, "Wait, I want to take a photo!"
And just like that, they had that moment,
Captured forever.
Friend
Tell me, friend,
Why do you frown?
Why do you want to go unnoticed?
Just stare at the ground?
Are you afraid? Unhappy? Just plain down?
I'll tell you, friend,
I'm insecure.
I'm not unhappy.
Afraid? Yeah, sure.
I'm scared, so I stay obscure.
-A.H.
Sentences O' horror
Optimus Prime
1- I quickly drove home after I noticed I was being chased by another vehicle. I didn't know that he was trying to alert me that there was something else in my backseat.
2- It's always nice to have someone whisper in your ear "sweet dreams." Except when you live alone.
3. My son told me to check the closet for monsters, I opened it and I told him there's nothing there, he then told me its behind me now
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Dirt Roads
I remember sitting on the cool wooden chair by the window as I waited.
I remember jumping up and sprinting out the door as a silver car slowly pulled up in my drive way
I remember taking the winding country roads with the windows down, jamming out to new songs
I remember the feeling of the crisp air blowing back my hair and chilling my face as we rushed down the roads
I remember talking, laughing, and crying with them as we drove for what felt like hours
I remember the closeness there was, the large amount of care and true friendship
I remember those roads and I remember those nights
I remember and I will never forget.
Bri
Winter wonderland
The chill kisses my skin as
My nose turns red from the dry, winter air
I am oblivious to this cold
A numbness seems to have engulfed me.
I can't feel the temperature fall
Not the snowflakes melting on my face
I miss the warmth of a person's hand
Never satisfied
At home I sink into the cushion on the sofa
The softness of it, lacking
Miss kitty then snuggles on my lap
My sight a reminder that I am petting her black fur
I sit in front of the fireplace
I wonder and crave the touch of fire
The fear of getting burned is gone
I cannot feel pain
Like a magic cloak
Forever protecting me from flame
An ironic superpower
For someone who feels so deeply.
KG
My nose turns red from the dry, winter air
I am oblivious to this cold
A numbness seems to have engulfed me.
I can't feel the temperature fall
Not the snowflakes melting on my face
I miss the warmth of a person's hand
Never satisfied
At home I sink into the cushion on the sofa
The softness of it, lacking
Miss kitty then snuggles on my lap
My sight a reminder that I am petting her black fur
I sit in front of the fireplace
I wonder and crave the touch of fire
The fear of getting burned is gone
I cannot feel pain
Like a magic cloak
Forever protecting me from flame
An ironic superpower
For someone who feels so deeply.
KG
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Remembering Him
I remember him
The love he had
The compassion for others
His hobby of fishing
I remember him
His beautiful tenor voice in the choir
His dedication to the church
His joy of gardening
I remember him
The talks we had on the deck
While he smoked, the stories he told
The way he ate from his garden
I remember him
When he sent me to dig
An onion or pick a tomato
When he mowed for June
I remember him
His gardens, oh the produce,
June's beautiful flowers, and strawberries
All the things he did for us
I remember him
The time he spent with his children
The love he had
The compassion he had
I remember Grandpa Bob
The love we had for him
The time cut too short
I remember
AC
The love he had
The compassion for others
His hobby of fishing
I remember him
His beautiful tenor voice in the choir
His dedication to the church
His joy of gardening
I remember him
The talks we had on the deck
While he smoked, the stories he told
The way he ate from his garden
I remember him
When he sent me to dig
An onion or pick a tomato
When he mowed for June
I remember him
His gardens, oh the produce,
June's beautiful flowers, and strawberries
All the things he did for us
I remember him
The time he spent with his children
The love he had
The compassion he had
I remember Grandpa Bob
The love we had for him
The time cut too short
I remember
AC
I can't smell
I wake up in the morning straining to smell coffee but I can't smell it, maybe nobody made it yet.
I want to put lotion on but I can't remember if this is the kind that everyone wrinkles there noses at.
I walk upstairs and start a candle....why doesn't it smell like cinnamon?!
I see it's raining outside so I pop open the window so the house will smell fresh, weird.....it doesn't smell.
I decide a mug of hot cocoa will make me feel better so I make myself some.
OUCH! It's too hot!!!
OH no!!!!! I turn around and I see a small fire from where my candle fell over.
This day is so weird! I just want to go to bed but I know I can't skip school.
Schools fine and normal till lunch...
They gave us some weird chicken that nobody's touched yet.
I decide to try it.....it's spicy!!! I can taste it but not smell it.
I'm allergic to spicy food.
I think I'm going insane.
I get home and my mom asks me if I can smell the pie in the oven. I can't.
As bad as this is it's also somewhat okay.
I can now walk through the senior hallway after school without plugging my nose.
My animals don't stink.
I can't smell bad B.O.
And I can't smell that popcorn my mom just burnt.
By:JW
I want to put lotion on but I can't remember if this is the kind that everyone wrinkles there noses at.
I walk upstairs and start a candle....why doesn't it smell like cinnamon?!
I see it's raining outside so I pop open the window so the house will smell fresh, weird.....it doesn't smell.
I decide a mug of hot cocoa will make me feel better so I make myself some.
OUCH! It's too hot!!!
OH no!!!!! I turn around and I see a small fire from where my candle fell over.
This day is so weird! I just want to go to bed but I know I can't skip school.
Schools fine and normal till lunch...
They gave us some weird chicken that nobody's touched yet.
I decide to try it.....it's spicy!!! I can taste it but not smell it.
I'm allergic to spicy food.
I think I'm going insane.
I get home and my mom asks me if I can smell the pie in the oven. I can't.
As bad as this is it's also somewhat okay.
I can now walk through the senior hallway after school without plugging my nose.
My animals don't stink.
I can't smell bad B.O.
And I can't smell that popcorn my mom just burnt.
By:JW
Monday, October 6, 2014
The Cost of Dream and Riddles
The curtain of rain shoots daggers
As sweet as a dragon’s breath in the midst of ballet.
Blazing fire, cooling “Stay With Me” into the year 2025--
Taste the burning, smell desire?
Feel the music in your bones
While Lancelot sits alone in Camelot,
Alone in Camelot.
What was Cass thinking….rain shoots feathers light in flight!
And the books teach us riddles that nobody knows.
Tradorisity is the means of flowers feeding the sun
The blue tree of dream does nothing for me
It does nothing
for me.
But ovens will one day bake without asking
And clothes will wash without thought,
Will cars ever wave to the masses
Standing with trunk and hood in order?
Smooth words will flow from lips amongst the silent
With alacrity alarming no one and every one in Haven.
Gwen reads love letters of an anonymous nature,
|
||||
The good ship Secrets whispers loud,
“I hear! I see!”
Yes, they only have five, we have
only three
But that is enough, said the grass
ripe with life
Do you know where the blue tree
grows?
Circle up the wagons, pumpkins...
|
Dotter strums a guitar with Oden in the middle of Moon’s
waning
Glory shadows dudes and pretty girls on pointe
And Lancelot will fly, through daggers of rain.
--Ms. O
Friday, October 3, 2014
Mean Girls
It's October 3rd. For those of you who don't know, this is a quote from the movie "Mean Girls". It's about a girl who moves from Africa back to America. She was homeschooled her entire life. Now, she has to make the transition into a high school, and she has no idea how hard it's going to be. Throughout the movie, all Cady Heron does is try to fit in. The first day of school she has no friends, so she eats lunch in a bathroom stall. She does end up with the popular girls, only to try and sabotage the queen bee Regina George, under instruction of her friend Janis Ian. In her attempts to ruin the image of Regina, she becomes exactly what she was trying to destroy.
It seems like all anyone wants to do these days is be in with "the crowd," to be an exact replica of someone else because what we see in ourselves isn't good enough. People let the opinions of others change who they are completely, and sometimes it's not for the better. What happened to being different? I believe that if you are not satisfied with who you are, you should do something to change it. Mean girls will do anything to make you feel like you're not good enough. But, did you ever think that maybe they are just jealous of the things you have? People like that are missing things like a genuine personality or sense of respect for someone other than themselves.
So just remember, you don't need to change everything about yourself to please others, and being a mean girl is totally not gruel. If you feel the need to change, make sure it's for you and not for anyone else.
KZ
It seems like all anyone wants to do these days is be in with "the crowd," to be an exact replica of someone else because what we see in ourselves isn't good enough. People let the opinions of others change who they are completely, and sometimes it's not for the better. What happened to being different? I believe that if you are not satisfied with who you are, you should do something to change it. Mean girls will do anything to make you feel like you're not good enough. But, did you ever think that maybe they are just jealous of the things you have? People like that are missing things like a genuine personality or sense of respect for someone other than themselves.
So just remember, you don't need to change everything about yourself to please others, and being a mean girl is totally not gruel. If you feel the need to change, make sure it's for you and not for anyone else.
KZ
Only what remains
There no light is seen. It had been gone for many years. I don't think I can even recall what it even is. Darkness warps itself around every creek corner and edge leaving nothing but a bitter taste and burning tears. A single spark changed it all but, I was scared. In the darkness you don't have to worry about what you may encounter because you know you'll never see it anyway. It isn't so easy to accept light when all you've ever known is darkness. It takes time to adjust, to change. To be left out in the open world, where you could fall victim to being a captive of your own terror, isn't something many people would agree to willingly do. I'm not like other people. The darkness that once surrounded me had no where else to flee so, it filtered through my soul and now it lives inside me.
-Kell
-Kell
Masterpiece
Thick warm air in every breath
My first Californian sunset
Painting the water with warmth
God is an artist and this is a masterpiece.
Burning white sand sifts through my toes
Tiptoe to walk across these soft flames
Until the grains cling to my feet at the edge of the water
Grab the bucket and bring some wet sand!
The castle is growing, the trench is filling
Steady hands scrape windows and doors
Small sticks and rocks add more details
As the murky water protects the gates.
The sun is setting, darkness waiting
It's time to go son, while the sun's still peeking
Goodbye forever my precious sand castle
We are artists and this is our masterpiece.
JayZ
My first Californian sunset
Painting the water with warmth
God is an artist and this is a masterpiece.
Burning white sand sifts through my toes
Tiptoe to walk across these soft flames
Until the grains cling to my feet at the edge of the water
Grab the bucket and bring some wet sand!
The castle is growing, the trench is filling
Steady hands scrape windows and doors
Small sticks and rocks add more details
As the murky water protects the gates.
The sun is setting, darkness waiting
It's time to go son, while the sun's still peeking
Goodbye forever my precious sand castle
We are artists and this is our masterpiece.
JayZ
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Just Sitting Around
It was just an ordinary day, hanging with a friend and sitting on his deck drinking some Coke. We were talking about new parts for our vehicles and I was about to show him my new intake when he decided to pick up his old marlin shotgun that was left out from its last cleaning.
I decided to ask him about it. The gun was his dad's and my friend mentioned that he wished he had a few shells for it and he'd show me how great of a bird gun it was. He pointed it out to the yard while I went to grab my Coke. I turned and BOOM!!!
The gun went off to both of our surprise, with his face full of complete shock and wearing a humorous smile.
Sometimes, I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.
B.V.
I decided to ask him about it. The gun was his dad's and my friend mentioned that he wished he had a few shells for it and he'd show me how great of a bird gun it was. He pointed it out to the yard while I went to grab my Coke. I turned and BOOM!!!
The gun went off to both of our surprise, with his face full of complete shock and wearing a humorous smile.
Sometimes, I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.
B.V.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Stranded
Every morning when I wake up I look out over the ocean and try to imagine my life as it was. I would be in my office this morning working away. All of that is gone now. I walk over to my favorite coconut tree and find some breakfast. I take a big, juicy coconut back to my shelter and indulge in all it's delicacies. After breakfast I go on my morning run around the island. After that I usually go for a swim. If not, I take a little nap just to switch things up sometimes. I skip lunchtime everyday due to lack of food. In the afternoons I work on my shelter. My shelter is pretty big now, not to mention sturdy. Everyday I work on additions to it, and try to make it look like my old home. Maybe someday I will see the real thing again and never see this replica for as long as I live.
SAT
SAT
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