TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
On February 23, 2014
by ERIC S.
Everything went well and the rain
fell. My heart raced as I
leaned in for the kiss. First
time kissing in the rain? Yes.
I went to the store and I saw
my friend stealing. I felt as if I
started to steal and we left.
Next thing I noticed, I had
something in my pocket. Bad
influences, I guess.
Video games everywhere! Under the
tree and in my room. I felt
so excited. My heart and blood spread.
But, it was nothing but a normal
Christmas.
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UNTITLED
On February 23, 2014
by ERIC S.
A fairy tale is not fake and never will be.
A true story will make me crazy.
A lie can make me happy.
Windows are not made of glass
doors
do not have knobs.
Fans do not blow air.
Heaters don’t give heat.
Stories do not give…something.
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THIS BEAUTIFUL NIGHT
On February 23, 2014
by AUSTIN
This beautiful night,
Your shining eyes,
As you prowl through the forest.
Hunting your prey,
Ready to strike.
You move,
Stealthy, unseen,
Unkillable as always.
You approach your prey,
Your gleam in your eye sets them off,
and they run.
But you’re fast,
Faster than the ind.
And you strike them down,
With one blow to end it.
And you’ve won it.
You are the champion,
Mr. Wolf…
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HOW TO LISTEN
On February 23, 2014
by KYLA
Don’t think
Don’t speak
Don’t move.
Just sit on the leveled park bench.
Hear the musical notes blowing
along the chords of the violin.
Hear the finch’s symphony
as he reinvents Mozart.
Take your ears and use them
as guitar picks; so you can
experience the guitar’s thrashing melody.
Use them as a bow for the
world’s smallest violin. That way
you’ll see that no sound is too small.
Use them to ring each
bell in the choir of the bells.
String them up like puppets so they
can hear from a composer’s point of view
as he instructs an orchestra.
Seat them at the front of the theatre
so that sleeping beauty’s fatal gasp
rings in their memory.
Let them sink to the Titanic so
they can hear the song
of the blue whales.
Then, you’ll know how to listen.
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A CONVERSATION IN THE BARNYARD
On February 23, 2014
by ARIEANNA
Pig: I wake up in the morning and try to pick myself off the ground. SO what I do is wiggle myself up. Man, let me tell you, cow, if you lived like me you would love it, brah.
Cow: Are you sure about that?
Pig: Yeah, man…look, homie, the farmer brings me food every day, and not that nasty stuff, that good stuff. Man, cow, you be eatin’ that grass and I be eatin’ corn, green beans, meat…like a stew, home skillet.
Cow: Oh, really?
Pig: Yeah, bro, it’s like a strew, bro.
Cow: Tell me more.
Pig: So, bro, you know how I’m fat I get to just lay back while you’re standing? Broooo, the best thing is the mud, bro. You gotta try the mud…
Cow: So you have a pretty easy life.
Pig: Yeah, I do, don’t I?
Cow: Yeah, until Christmas…
Pig: What you tryin’ to say, bro? I’m just ham to you? I’m just bacon?
Cow: Yeah, pretty much.
Pig: Okay, you just a piece of hamburger. That’s all you’ll ever be, homie.
Cow: Man, I really don’t care.
Pig: Okay, bro, you pushin’ my buttons. So you wanna go? Huh? We can go!
Cow: Oh boy!
Pig: Yeah, you know you lucky this gate holdin’ me back. You lucky. Cuz I would oink you right now.
Cow: Ight. I don’t got time for this. Bye, pig…
Pig: Yeah, walk away! You’ll be back! They always come back! OINK OINK!
*TWO HOURS LATER, AFTER PIG’S MUD BATH*
Pig: You wanna bump, now?
Cow: Naw, bro. I’m cool. I’m sorry.
Pig: Ight. I guess I am, too. It’s cool.
Cow: It’s good. I’m good bro.
Pig: So, wanna hang later?
Cow: Ight.
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