HOW IT ALL BEGAN
by FLOR
Bored, sitting alone as I
write the mystical doing
a cooking lesson while
they have dinner and
things. A girl named Majestic
practiced her cooking while teaching
anything she wanted, which was
kinda weird. She ran up the stairs to get
ready so she can go shopping for
the parade uniforms. She said
bye as she happily ran out the door.
She was talking to
the woman that was sad, because she lost her dog
or something. She didn’t want to cry so she
walked away. Someone was texting her.
She wrote an essay he day before with
her brother. Her brother is a person
that loves soccer. They had a game the day
before but they lost. She made fun of
him that day. She wrote a sloppy letter to her family
over in New York. When it got over there, they said, “Oh my gosh” out
loud. They have
been writing ever since.
MY DREAM ABOUT BEING A SUPERHERO
THE MYSTERIOUS RAINBOW
by MAJESTIC
Colored planet with feathers was
placed right next to the sun. The next day the
planet almost blew up. Every day
since then, the planet has been
stuffed with an extremely
powerful odor. This planet was crazy
for the days when the people were
unthankful and wished they were
dead with lots of money.
DECOMPOSITION
by KATRINA
There are multiple different ways a
dead body lays.
There are multiple different temperatures
of the day.
The body molds when it’s hot
and preserves in the cold.
The colder it is the longer
the soul is frozen.
Frozen, frozen in time.
Can’t move on, stuck in time.
Waiting for it to get warm.
Waiting for permission to move on,
permission to live forever,
permission to live forever,
happily,
permission to not worry,
permission to be free
permission to be free and
move on from this hell.
Some may move to a worse
hell.
All will move on.
And after everyone moves
on then some start over.
They start
over in a new place,
a new place much worse
than this.
QUESTIONS FOR SCIENCE
by KATRINA
There have to be answers,
but there are none.
There have to be explanations,
but no one has found one.
There has to be more,
but no one can tell.
What’s out there,
beyond this world?
Are there more worlds?
Are there more people?
Are we not the only ones?
Are we behind the rest of the worlds?
Are we really not advanced?
Are we not people?
Are we aliens?
Are stars really worlds on fire?
Are we naked, clothed?
Are we speaking some weird language?
Are we stupid for wearing shoes?
Are we crazy for liking music?
Are we abnormal?
Are we inhuman?
Are we dumb for eating food?
Are we the weak ones?
Are we vulnerable for trying to learn more?
Are we in harm’s way because we think too much?
Are our brains going to kill us?
Are there creatures out there planning an attack?
Are our gods alien?
Are our fingernails meant to grow to be claws?
Are we supposed to stand up and walk?
Are we stupid for using technology?
Are we a threat to other worlds?
Did I just become a target for thinking about these questions?
WHO WE ARE
Exclusive Ink is Shortridge High School's dynamic creative writing group. This is the place for our work to glow.WHAT WE DO
We write poems, short stories, essays, and whatever us inspires us. We share our work aloud and support each other.WHY WE WRITE
Because it's freedom. Because it's fun.