Nothing to Do

Whenever I feel I have nothing to do, I know I'm lying to myself
There is always something to do, it's just a matter of wanting to
Whether it's cleaning my room or working outside or just plain work
That's when I procrastinate and just put it off until later
When I was a kid it was very very different
Don't tell mom or dad you're bored, because they can easily "un-bored" you
So I'd color some pictures or play in the yard
I'd bother my brother until he would do something with me
We would play cards or games or make something up
Sometimes we'd go outside and Isaac would build something (I just handed tools)
But now it's not so simple, I keep myself busy in very different ways
When I'm tired I take a nap, or at least try anyway
Or I'll watch TV or Netflix, I'll find a show
Sometimes I think I'm "hungry" and stare at the fridge for a while
When there's nothing in there I move to the pantry
If there's still nothing, I lower my standards and repeat
If I'm alone I'll play music and kinda do a little jig
Or go outside and put the hoop up, I'll shoot some baskets
If for some reason I'm motivated I'll clean my room or mow or something productive
Sadly that's not normally the way I feel
But that is what I do, before and now
I become "un-bored"

JS

my best friend from the beginning

My best friend is my grandma Ritterbush. Sitting there in the chair in the nursing home without her telling me all her stories from the past make me realize how much I miss her. She was one I could always telling my thoughts to and now that she has passed I just keep my bad thoughts to my self because I have no one to relieve them to. My grandma was my role model because she was always there to listen an to talk to she helped me through everything. She was the worlds strongest lady who fought through a lot to keep her three boys inline without a husband. This lady fought her toughest battle through COPD. When my grandpa lived at her apartment before the nursing home she would always find us something new to take home to remember her because she always thought she would be gone that next day. She always fought through it till just last year around March. When I got home from work one night I walked into my house with my dad walking up to me and crying because my grandma had passed away. I was crushed that I lost my best friend that day and that I would never have anyone to tell me all of her stories from the past, and what she thought of us grandchildren and how much we meant to her. From day one she will always be my best friend.
Mr

Opposite Twins

I wake up bright and early, ready to go for the day

I’m not a morning person at all

I make a delicious breakfast consisting of eggs and a side of fruit

I grab a granola bar

I make my way to school, excited to see my friends

I dread school every day

When I walk inside, I smile at everyone and they return it

I walk in without being noticed

I spot my friends and we stand by our lockers and talk

I sit by myself and read a book

Jason walks by and winks at me, gosh he is so cute

No boy would ever date me

We have to present our essays in class today, I volunteer to go first

Speaking in front of the class gives me anxiety

At lunch, I sit with all of my friends and Jason

At lunch, I sit with some weirdos that I can’t even title as my friends

After school, I go to practice

I don’t play sports, so I go home

When I get home, I have dinner with my family and I tell them all about my day

I sit in my room and do my homework

I stay up late so I can talk to Jason on the phone, but I don’t mind

I fall asleep early, it’s the only thing I have to look forward to all day

KD

The Opposite of Me

The Opposite of Me

I wake up at six in the morning on the weekends,
Immediately I turn on punk rock as loud as it goes,
I'm so happy with life right now.
It's such a big mess.
So is my room.
I'm failing all my classes,
YES!
While running home from school I see a wounded bird,
I grab it and treat it as a medical patient when I get home.
Wouldn't it be awesome to live in Asia?
There's a wallet on the street,
I take all the money.
I don't even know my mom's middle name.
I don't know where she works, either.
Everyone describes my style as a hobo,
I can't stand people.
Never smiling is my favorite,
I hate dancing.
My favorite night doesn't consist of sports games,
Or going out with friends,
Or even attending sports events,
I like to sit in my closet.
I talk to my imaginary friends.
They tell me how to live to be happy.
I don't listen to anyone,
Except them.

B

Bob

I wake up at 4 in the morning.
I start to study.
Then I make myself a gourmet healthy breakfast.
After I eat I I take a bath and listen to gospel music.
I put on my jeans and plaid sheet and head to school at 7.
I get to school and do some more studying.
Through school I listen intently and don't talk.
After school is over I go practice my chess skills.
I help my sister with her homework.
I get ready for bed at 7:30.
I put on my pj's and shut my phone off and am asleep by 8.
It's been a great day.

By: Dylan Gentrup

Should of said goodbye

As I'm sitting on our wooden swing petting my dog Buster, who thinks he is still small enough to sit in my lap. He gets up and starts barking at something off in the distance. I look up not expecting to see anything other than a cow, but only I see you. Kota, my first dog that I've loved. You come running up to me still as fast as ever, and golden fur shining in the sun. Once you get to me you jump into my arms wagging your tail and look at me with that devilish grin that you've always had. Buster for some reason isn't freaking out about you, he just sits there politely. Kota if you were still here I bet you two would have been the best of friends. I sit there scratching behind your ears like you've always loved and stare at you, it's been six years since I've seen you. I'm sorry I never told you goodbye, I thought once I came back home you would still be there. Do you know how guilty I felt, laughing and having fun with Hanna. While you were probably scared out of your mind. Dad said that we couldn't have a dog running into town all the time. You were just a puppy yet, you didn't know any better. So he said that he had to go put you down, but then you jumped out of the back of the pickup and ran away. The worst thing is thinking that you were coming back. That you just ran away for a bit, but would be back soon like usual. For the longest time I cried myself to sleep, and I would count the weeks that you were gone. It was week 11 when I finally lost count. It would feel wrong to laugh or enjoy myself when you were gone. I forgot  joe long it had been, when I finally realized that you weren't coming back. For awhile I even let myself think that you were still alive and that another family found you and loved you as much as I did. I loved you so much that I would let you lick my face all over. Even though I knew mom would make me rinse my mouth out with hydrogen peroxide. I loved how crazy wild you were and how you knew the farm better than anyone of us. Running around with you and you would jump all over me cause that's how excited you got. Then I would be tired and lay down on the ground and you would lay next to me so calm and quiet, like you didn't even have a hyper bone in your body. Looking at you now I know you found peace, with the way your big brown eyes seem so content. I bury my face in your fur and this time, told you goodbye. You lick my face one last time, I know that's  your way of telling me that you miss me too. You turn and walk away from me, but I said goodbye so it's going to be okay this time.

PK

Two Sentence Horror Story

I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at my car out the window.
My car started up and began backing out of the driveway.



TJ

The days of smells

Oh how the days of wood on fire are gone
The days have perished without the smell of food
Without odors invading your nostrils you can sleep with ease
The smell of people sometimes reeked
The ability to smell fire helped me live
The smell of deodorants and sprays made my day
Smells of wildlife kept me on my toes
But the days without the smell of fresh air have put me to shame
By the J

What are you doing?

When I have nothing to do
   I follow my mom around
 She usually tells me to "Go do something with myself"
   I don't know what that means
Twitter is usually my second go to
 100% of the time I eat peanut butter
Calling someone keeps my busy for about 9 minutes
  I like to think of my perfect boyfriend in these times of distress
Reading a book will keep me busy
  When I do all of these things, I am really just avoiding homework


E

Good or Bad?

     I wake up in the morning, putting a smile on my face. It's time for the day. I live in this huge, dark mansion all alone. My family is gone. I killed them. Nobody liked them anyway. My life is swirling, nothing really goes planned. I just do it. Everyone morning I wake up, listening to my classical music. I put on my creepy, dark black clothes on and head out of Hades and off to town. It's five in the morning and some people are about to get up and go to work. This is when my job comes into handy.
     As I'm walking along the sidewalk, I burn anything I don't like and wait for people. I saw a hurt cat, so I stabbed it and it died. I smiled and walked away. I love killing. Now, I'm ready. My job is now in process. People were out walking to their jobs. I slowly followed them and when they stopped, I stabbed them. They fell to the ground as my smile grew wider than ever. Blood everywhere. My favorite part is when they try yelling help, but nobody can hear them. I get paid for eating as I'm killing innocent people. How is that not the best job ever? Sometimes I like to kidnap the people and kill them slowly, but sometimes I just kill them right away because I'm too lazy to kidnap them. They scream and cry all the time and that's so annoying. Honestly, my life is great and I get so much money for doing the thing I love the most, killing.

KR

Boredom

I have nothing to do
N-o-t-h-i-n-g
Bored out of my mind
But really I have a lot to do
Clean the house
Do homework
Study for upcoming tests
Go for a run
Do something productive
Yet I still sit
On my phone
Watch tv
Honestly doing nothing important
My mind tells me to get up
But my body stays put
I have nothing to do
Even though there is a list of options
I choose the ones of least importance
So when I have nothing to do
I technically have a long list of other things
I don't do those though
Instead I sit on my bed
Or eat or sleep
Nothing good
Nothing to do

TO

Just a reminder...

Hey just saying hi and have a good day!
Wake me up when you get home.
So you know, Quinn's sleeping in your bed.
Tell me where you're at.
Order a pizza for supper.
Avalanche ran away try to go and find him please.
Dad's golfing all day tomorrow.

JS

Christmas Day

It's December 25 and I wake up to my sister shaking me because I can't hear her yelling "sis!"
After I wake up its complete silence
I don't hear my mom telling me to hurry that we are going to be late for church.
I see people's lips moving but I can't hear what they are singing
When the choir is singing Joy to the world, the sound of not hearing the piano upsets me.
At my grandmas I see everyone but hear nothing.
I see all the babies running around but don't hear the normal screaming.
Not hearing the laughter of my family made worse.
I was confused why everyone was dancing and singing because I didn't hear the music. The yelling sometimes gets out of control I don't regret that at all.
The amount of people that say Merry Christmas, that's don't regret at all so I can't even reply.
MR

Fall Gold

It's a new year, with new authors contributing beautiful thoughts and fantastic work to Write On.  Creative Writing students have been hard at work on writing articles in preparation for their time in the spotlight for a big newspaper; the fall season has also brought class members inspiration seen in daily journals, as well as poems. Sadly, this season always seems to go so fast!  Robert Frost said it best:

Nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.

Nothing gold can stay....the leaves will turn and fall as winter marches steadily closer.  Do what you must to enjoy this October--open a window, carve a pumpkin, grab a cup of coffee or hot cocoa, bundle up in a sweater and favorite scarf, find that special place to take in the beauty around you...and better yet, write!  Enjoy nature's hardest hue to hold.

-Ms. O

Long lost taste

How am I going to taste the chocolatey goodness of cosmic brownies?
Will Strawberry Kiwi Snapple still be my favorite?
Garlic mashed potatoes shouldn't even be called garlic, what's the point?

I would never know if my breath is slowly killing people off,
Wouldn't be able to taste the freshness after brushing my teeth.

People could poison my drinks, I would never know.
Getting overdosed on drugs or alcohol,
Not knowing til the effects hit me.

I won't be able to have a favorite food, there's no way to pick.
How will I know what to order at a restaurant?

On the bright side, I can always eat healthy.
I won't have stupid cravings for weird things.
I can buy the cheapest food in the store.
I will be rich and fit.

B