christmas in summer

On December 8, 2015
a story by [jalisa]

Christmas in the summer. It sounds weird, but hey, I’m weird. My name is Mariah Woods. My life is real wacky, and I come from not one, but two lines of weird people.

My mom’s name is Holly, she’s a teacher and my dad’s name is Marion and he’s a teacher too. My brother’s name is Ornament. So since my mom is so jolly, and they’re both crazy.

Oh, and here’s the thing—we celebrate Christmas for each season, which is awesome. I mean, think of all the presents. And we get to eat lots of cookies and milk.

But wait till you meet my cousins. The girls are Holly, Lolly, Mistletoe (or Piggies), Star, and Rudolph. The boys are Ronald McDonald, Christmas Tree, Lanyard, Present, and Clarisse.

Something happened at our last Christmas, and now there is a rule not to speak of it. So I can’t tell you what it is or I’d be breaking the law.

The day after Christmas for every season we celebrate April Fools. One of the reasons for that was because we were banned from Black Friday. They said we were too crazy or something. Oh well.

I will be back. I have to go party.

(One hour later…)

Oh my gosh! I have figgy pudding on my paper! Oh, and someone broke a rule. The biggest rule ever.

(Twelve minutes later…)

Christmas time in summer just ended. I have to start making pranks for our April Fools. So bye.

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locked up

On December 8, 2015
a poem by [deante]

Have you ever had that feeling
to say something, but you can’t?

Have you ever loved someone
and can’t be proud?

I’m locked up, and they won’t
let me out. I’m screamin’,
screaming out loud.

I’m yellin’ I’m screamin’
ain’t nobody hear a sound.

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the creature

On December 8, 2015
a story by [erin]

Elizabeth was playing with her dog in the forest when the wind picked up, and a hissing began. “Hello?” she said. Nothing. She shrugged and ignored it. She checked her watch—it was 7:00 p.m.! The sun was setting. Elizabeth called her dog over and went home.

Then she heard the hiss again. It was starting to creep her out. The door flung open and a scaly creature stood in the threshold of the door to her house. She jumped back in surprise. The creature stepped closer and reached out to her. Elizabeth screamed. The creature opened its mouth. “Do you have some hand lotion?” it asked. Elizabeth threw her lotion at it. The creature spread the lotion over its skin and suddenly looked more human. “Ah,” it said, “much better.”

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your eyes

On December 8, 2015
a poem by [victoria]

As I look into your eyes
I can tell you’re not as bad
as society says you are.

As I look into your eyes
I can tell you care.

As I look into your eyes
I can see not only your past
but your future.

As I look into your eyes
I see fear of not being accepted.

And as I look into your eyes,
I see you.

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you

On December 8, 2015
a poem by [teasia]

love is that feeling
where you can’t stay
away, even if

you claim to have
moved on, you still
feel you care.

I may not know what
love is, but I know
I have felt it

every time I’ve talked
to you. I believe
the definition of love

is us. it’s us

even when I thought
you gave up, I never
gave up on you.

love is that feeling
when I talk to you, unexplainable
but it means something.

it may not to you, anymore,
but to me
it’s the world.

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i stay quiet

On December 8, 2015
a poem by [brandy]

I stay quiet so that I don’t
bring sorrow to the people
around me. I don’t say
what I want,
I just stay
silent.

My words pour out
like a river of hate,
I am pushed to
the point where I
break.

The yelling and screaming
is more than I can take.
I pretend that I am
not phased by it,
so I lock the pain
away.

And I stay quiet.

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the illusion of love

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [rickie]

Drag my hand, as I lean into your warmth,
My tears slip past, for I know this is just an illusion.
I fight up a smile so they won’t worry.
What I wouldn’t give to just sit beside you without fear.
The warm, salt-filled tears cascade down my cheeks
For my illusion has been broken,
Leaving me in the bitter dark.
I curl into a ball of lies,
Despair and agony.
Without you, I feel lost.
Without you, my heart breaks with every step.
Without you, I’m vacant of love
Or more so—
The illusion of love.

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the reasons

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [marcus]

Hair: brown/black
Lips: pink smooth
Eyes: brown
Personality : sweet and kind

All the traits of a beautiful loving gal

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my life

On December 2, 2015
a story by [jalisa]

My name is Tommy and I’m a turkey! I remember when I was young, I thought I had the best life. But if I’m going to tell you this, then I have to tell you my story from the beginning.

So I was born on a farm on May 8, 2015. About a week or so after that day I heard I was the chosen one. After that, I was spoiled. I got lots of food, attention, and more. I felt special.

Then a few months later, in November, I was huge. But one day I remember hearing someone say I can’t wait for the feast. And then I thought, huh, I can’t wait for the main course! Cause I thought I was going to get some food.

But I was wrong. That’s the circle of life.

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without you

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [alainna]

Without You
I’m motionless
like a car with no wheels

Without You
Everything is meaningless

Without You
my thoughts are drained, my mind
completely empty

Without You
sound is no longer needed
I can’t eat or sleep

But as long as you’re
here
I’m fine

With you

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