Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Free Write

Complete a 200-500 word free write on a topic of your choice. Use figurative language in meaningful way.

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    1. Death
      Is there a reason to fear death
      Or is it the unknown people fear
      Possibly the pain of it
      Or what will happen to their loved ones
      There truly is no reason to fear it
      For all things must end
      It is sad when they leave
      But it is bound to happen
      Like the changing of the seasons
      Winter cannot run on forever
      It must come to an end
      And it will bring a new and become spring
      Just as in death
      It gives life to new
      The body is returning to the earth
      And allows for new life to grow

      Guillotine
      The blade drops
      Another head this the floor
      One more is brought forward
      He is squirming and crying
      Asking to be spared
      Then praying for forgiveness
      The blade is raised again
      It falls and blood sprays
      This is my job
      Day in and day out
      I’m forced to kill others
      I am the guillotine

      Bliss
      I've been thinking of what's been said
      contemplating on what I could have done
      so I lie here in my bed
      and wish things were more fun
      I feel now I am of no use
      lifeless like and empty shell
      they should realize that I already fell
      and yet I am still here
      I wish that they would ease my suffering
      and let me go with no fear
      yet I'm left here as if just sleeping
      I hear steps coming my way
      could this finally be it
      will this be the end for me, the sufferer
      will they see that I am fit
      yes I believe so
      the light finally shines on me
      now with a smile I go
      to bliss for all eternity

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  2. A tip to a tap
    A sprinkle to a drip
    A trip to a fall
    A fall into the death
    Where there is just darkness
    Darkness that slowly walks its way into the soul
    The soul that dies in the body
    What now walks in a dead body
    A life that has been sucked out into the dark and loneliness
    All there is
    Sadness
    Depression
    A life of misery
    With no type of happiness
    The body slowly destroys itself
    There is no way out
    Unless that one little push can get you out
    The easiest things to say is
    An “I’m sorry”
    A “Forgive me?”
    Something so simple to bring back the soul
    But so hard for many to do
    Once they say those words
    The other side will have open arms waiting for them
    A smile for no matter what the errors are
    For everyone makes mistakes
    As long as those mistakes don’t haunt you the joyful world is right there
    So go back and repent
    Be the one that can only see the brightest stars in life
    Not the one that can’t see anything else besides hatred
    Saying two words can’t kill you
    But not saying those two words can kill you
    Go pick your side and see what is better
    Hurry if you’re in the darkness for there isn’t much time waiting
    Two words, that’s all it takes

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  4. The Best Thing in the World
    The best thing in the world is having someone to spend your whole life with just falling in love with them every single day, every time you see them. The best thing in the world is knowing that the person loves you more and more each day and for every reason. The best thing in the world is having someone to make their way to go see you no matter how long it takes them to get there or how long they have to wait, but you know that they will always be there. Having them look at you imagining how their life would be difficult without you because you’re the only that made it better, just you, is the best thing in the world for that moment because there are more sweet things he’ll do for you. The best feeling in the world is when they get a little bit jealous when someone stares at you because now you know they care. The best feeling in the world is when they’re holding you in their arms keeping you warm when it’s cold out making you feel safe. I haven’t had no one hold me like he does and act like himself towards me while he’s with his friends and keeping me close by because no other guy will ever treat their lady with respect when they’re around with their boys, and that is one thing that makes him more special than other guys because now a days there is no gentleman around. The best thing in the world is when they whisper in your ear that they want to grow old with you. The best thing in the world is when you boyfriend steps up and asks your father permission to go out, showing even more respect. The best thing in the world is him grabbing my hand whenever we go out to show that he has me and I have him. The best thing in the world is him next to me not letting anything or anyone come over us trying to break the only thing we have which is us together. The last best feeling in the world is being able to trust that person and knowing that they trust you too. People like that are worth the effort to fight for and have them around all the time.

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  5. Spring
    A season with a name that sounds so sweet
    Maybe even a time that you could relate to a treat
    All flowers come into bloom while everyone looks at blue skies
    Creatures arise from their slumber to a beautiful surprise
    Green grass can be seen and the snow is gone
    Remove those jackets sweaters scarfs and tightly knit harts
    If you walked out of your house wearing them well you would definitely be looked at wrong
    Easter is here make sure to find those eggs
    Kids on sugar rushes and tying ribbons around each other’s legs
    But soon summer will come and things will change
    Heat and sun replaces the days filled with rain
    Instead of being confused on if you should wear a coat
    People now wear shorts, tank tops and stand in their backyards
    Lighting grills mostly creating a mouthwatering smoke
    Pools are open and tans are to being made
    Don’t forget about the mosquitos coming around to ruin your day
    Also the birds are everywhere having eggs being laid
    The leaves are fading out from their green
    Now everything is in shades of red yellow orange and everything in between
    Enjoy these days as the heat goes away
    Parents putting pools down while the kids beg for them to stay
    Halloween is coming TRICK OR TREAT people will yell
    Oh look a ghost, ghoul, or is that a dragon?
    I really can’t tell
    Enjoy the autumn cause the time is coming near
    Where Saint Nick will come with all of his reindeer
    Jack Frost will come and nip at your nose
    As you sit next to the fireplace and put on snuggly socks to warm your toes
    Get the hot coco and bring a lot of cheer
    Because the only thing people will care about is the best gift this Christmas year
    Winter can and covered our green grass with snow
    No more warm sunshine or catching a rainbow
    No rain or jumping in puddles
    This is the time that people like to ew snuggle
    Love the seasons because they will come back around
    Happy New Year just wait spring will be back in town :)

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  6. Free write

    Father

    I don’t understand why you had to leave.
    Your reason for leaving me is inexplicable.
    I questioned my whole entire childhood, asking myself ‘Why? Was it my fault?’
    I blame myself most of all.
    I feel like you didn’t want me around.
    I would have nightmares and I would hope that I could have my daddy hug me and tell me it was okay.
    I would have tennis matches and I would always hope that my dad would be proud of me.
    I would have my heart broken by a boy and oh how I wish you were there to tell me that all boys suck.
    How one day I wish you could walk me down the aisle.
    But you weren’t there, you’ll never be there.
    But oh how you loved to ‘live life’.
    You loved it so much that you left when you became bored with us.
    All the cheating, gambling, and drinking problems you had.
    You blamed them all on my mother.
    The only one who would tolerate you and love you no matter how much you would screw up.
    You left with all of her savings.
    Savings that were for my future.
    You left us without a house, money, or any of goodbyes.
    You left more than just emotional marks on us.
    Especially with my mother.
    You see, over the years of your complete ignorance, I learned something.
    I learned to be independent.
    After all, I am an only child.
    Also, I learned how to forgive and be humble.
    I could’ve turned out to be a reckless human being, hating the world for what it is, and just have you to blame for.
    But instead I forgive you.
    My mother told me horror stories about you.
    But I never flinched.
    We all have things we regret the most.
    This could be your biggest one.
    But as long as you learn from it and move on.
    That’s what I did.
    Now it’s your turn.




    You left with no goodbyes.

    Father where have you been?
    It’s been hell not having you here.
    I’ve been missing you so bad.
    And you don’t seem to care
    When I go to sleep at night
    And you’re not there
    Do you even miss us?
    Your bottle’s your mistress
    I need to know.
    Why are you walking away?
    Is it something I did?
    Did I make a mistake?
    Why are you running away?
    I don’t understand it, is this how it ends?

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  7. On a day that we all remember for a horrible reason, not all of us may remember the pain inflicted on the American people. Some may choose to forget it for fear that they may not get the pictures of it out of their head. But we can never forget that September 11 was a day that changed the way anybody could view the world. We know it, they know it, and the world knows it. In a few split seconds everyone in America was introduced to a lifetime’s worth of mourning.
    How are we supposed to remember them respectfully, appropriately, passionately? What we do is think about the people. Think about those people who were inseparable from each other at the end. For the people who lost a loved one, do not become engulfed in anger for those who sinned against you, but love those who were taken from you. I do not pretend to know how it feels to lose someone in this way but I know how I would remember them and that is through memories with them.
    So when we wake up every morning and we see it is September 11, we know that it is a sacred day in our history as Americans. We as Americans know how deep this wound was cut, but we know that all wounds heal. The scar that is there now is to remind us exactly how we should honor those who died and to tell us that: we shall never forget.

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  8. High school can change a lot of people
    People change, some people will do things that you would never expect
    You start to learn who your true friends are
    You start getting involved with too many people
    Making mistakes and learning from them
    Becoming a wise after your mistakes
    Attitudes start changing, and so does personalities
    Could have had the best happy personality, and turned into a complete different personality
    Girls will go through heart breaks and many other things
    If you were a outgoing little girl, than maybe you will become a shy unless people know the real you
    Same with boys they can be so hyper and then become so shy after a couple years
    People start to change if they go through a bad experience or start hanging out with certain people
    It can change who your friends were in middle school
    Some people want to know a lot of people so they will do anything to have a lot of friends
    Others just might just end up realizing that you don’t need a lot of friends to be happy
    The less friends the less drama you get into
    All you need is a few friends and family
    Family will always be there for you no matter what
    They will always love you
    They will support you on your choices you make
    They tell the truth even if you don’t want to hear it
    Friends will come and go
    They don’t always support you on your choices

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  9. As I lay in my bed
    It is very late
    I try to go to sleep
    There is a long day ahead of me
    But I can’t seem to go to sleep
    There is a sound that I just can’t stop hearing
    It is keeping me awake
    I try to ignore it
    But it irritates me
    It is like the constant ticking of a clock
    And it just won’t go away
    I get up slowly as to not get dizzy
    I open up my door and head downstairs
    Furiated with this noise that just won’t go away
    I check all corners of the house
    Nothing is found
    I head back upstairs thinking that the noise has gone away
    And just when I am about to fall asleep
    I hear it again
    I tear everything off my bed in rage
    It is two in the morning
    What is going on?
    I decide to sleep on the couch
    My bed can be fixed at another time
    I get myself comfortable
    Lay there quietly
    Thinking about what has been keeping me up
    I say forget about it and go to bed
    I will only be getting an hour of sleep
    That ticking sound has ruined me

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  10. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. I blinked multiple times to try and get my sight back. I still saw nothing but darkness. Where was I? I tried looking around but a sharp pain shot through my entire body and stopped me before I could try and move anymore. My eyes flashed every which way in an attempt to understand where I was. I could feel pressure on the lower part of my body.
    I began to think back to the last thing I remember doing. I was in my cubical doing my daily work in the South Tower. I heard a huge explosion, panicked and sprinted towards the exit. I could feel the heat around me and I could hear the screams coming from all around me. Next thing I knew, everything went black. Something clicked in my head and I finally realized I was underneath all the rubble and debris from the fallen towers. I began to cry, I was scared and had no idea if I would get out of there alive. I then began to think about my family. God how I missed them, all I wanted to do at that moment was sit with them at home, laughing and talking about anything and everything.
    I wiggled around a bit and I was able to be somewhat mobile. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something white. I turned to face it and saw a light peeking through. Immediately I began to feel some hope.

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  11. After that the view was ruined for John. Every time he looked out that window and saw the ocean he felt sick. He couldn’t move his office but he could have blinds put in. Blinds, that from the day they were installed were never opened.

    Five years later

    John walked into his kitchen and began pouring coffee into a thermos at exactly 7:05am, the same time he did it every morning. As he went to put on the cap his ten year old daughter called out, startling him, and he spilled the coffee all over himself and the counter.
    “Dad!” Allie called out again, bounding into the room.
    Flustered and trying to clean up the mess as fast as he could John snapped at her. “What Allie? What do you need?” He instantly felt sorry about his tone, but didn’t apologize.
    Allies face fell and she held out a piece of paper to him. “You still haven’t signed my field trip permission slip. Remember? To the aquarium? It’s due soon.”
    John took the paper from her and gave it a quick glance and tossed it on the counter. “Yeah Allie, I’ll sign it later.” He said and went back to cleaning up the coffee.
    John let out a sigh and threw down the paper towel he was holding. “Allie you grab something to eat, I gotta go get changed and then we’ll leave.” He ruffled his daughters’ hair and headed up to his room.

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  12. People around you think they know you
    But deep down they don’t know the true you,
    People get hurt and people cry
    But your tears are not worth to those people
    So save your tears and cry for nobody
    The only person that loves you is god
    No one would look up to you except those who lie
    Be you be who you are
    Because at the end you look around and no one is by your side
    Friends are nothing but a joke
    So duck the world just do you
    Be who you are and don’t let anyone change you
    Because at the end you’re going to be the one on top
    Put your head up high and be proud of who you are
    All you gtta say is god is by my side

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  13. The street lights shinned on the lonely girl. She sat on the sidewalk with her belongings by her side. Her face was bruised and tears were streaming down her face. She was alone in the dark, cruel world now. She had no place to live once her boyfriend kicked her out. She had been wandering the streets of the city for days. Looking for anything. She looked for where she could stay every cold night. She looked for a place to eat. She looked for a place to work. All she wanted was to go back to the way she used to live. She wanted to go back to the high class apartments she used to live in that overlooked Central Park. She wanted to dine again at the fancy restaurants. She went from being at the top to being the people she would pass by on the streets without looking twice at. The dirty homeless people that would push their carts around the park. She always felt like she was above those people. Now, as she sits still wearing her designer shoes and holds her name brand hand bag, she realizes that she is the kind of person that people would pass by. They would not know where she came from and she was still unaware of where she was going.

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  14. my mother is the best person i have in this world and she always keeps it 100 percent with me doesnt matter if it will hurt me or makes me stronger as a person. my mommy is a a strong and hard-working women she never lets no one talk back to her though she can go wild at times. in my point of view she is the best thing that has happen to me well ofcourse she is my mom. yesterday september 10 2012 was her birthday and i got her gifts which i never do it either i make her breakfast or make her dinner but this time i wanted to change it up and give her something she needs and will use. the gifts that i got her was cute pink socks, a calvin klien body lotion which smells banging, and a cute case cover for her iphone. these things arent the most luxurious things but it came from the heart and that is whaat matters for me. she always be thingking about me when she goes out to eat or when she goes to the store to buy something, she will bring me food or shirts and bball shorts. my mother will never forget about me in that aspect thats why i love her because she is herself and loves care about me

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  15. Money; Money is what makes people act funny
    Money is what causes people to change
    And live a life with greed chasing the fame
    Greed;Greed is what make people look like dummy’s
    Greed is what makes people that are nice start to hate
    Hate; Hate is what starts a war
    Hate is what makes us and god fall apart
    Religion; Religion is a believe of a god having a name
    Religion is what causes us to break
    Power; Power is what people crave
    Power is what makes couples separate
    Love; Love is what makes people stay
    Love is what makes people to create
    War; war is what make peoples scars
    War is what we humans make.

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  16. Audrey Mongeau
    September 11, 2012
    Free Write
    Period 8
    Have you ever had somebody copy you? Did they dress like you, or bring the same thing as you? That has happened to me in kindergarten. My mother bought me a new candy, thinking it would be sweet and causing cavities. It was something that I had never seen before. The wrapper was orange and green neon colored. The inside had a big bar of chocolate filled with caramel and peanut butter with small amounts of crunchy pretzels. My mother bought me the candy once on the weekend while we went shopping for food. While we were inline waiting to pay, I saw the chocolate and begged my mother for that awesome looking cavity filled delicacy.

    After asking twice, the decision was made, and that chocolate was mine. The entire car ride home was full of excitement. The radio was blasting John Lithgow’s CD version of “Singin’ in the Bathtub.” When my mother and I finally arrived at our house, I carried the bags into the kitchen, and ripped through them to get my candy bar. I found it in the bag with Orange Juice and butter. I grabbed the candy bar, and tore off the wrapper in a matter of three seconds. I took one giant bite and tasted the delicious sensation. I couldn’t wait to get another candy bar the next time I went to the store.
    The next weekend, for thanksgiving, my dad and I went to the store to get mashed potatoes and green beans. I saw the same box of candy inline at the checkout, so I begged and pleaded my dad to but it for me. Luckily with my cute adorable face, he said yes. I waited until that Monday to go back to school and show all my five friends the fantastic new delight that I now have. They all thought it was the coolest thing in the world. After a day of showing off my chocolaty delight, one of the girls had the same exact candy. I thought “why does she have the candy too? The candy is MY thing, and no one else should have it too!” I was very annoyed, but hey, I was a little kindergartener, what did I know? But day after day, a new student would bring in the candy too. I didn’t understand, was the candy really that good that everyone had to have it too? Yes. After a while, I didn’t care about bringing in the candy to school, I didn’t want anyone else to bring it in. when I stopped bringing it, everyone else seemed to stop as well. I felt better not doing it any more.

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  17. The game on Friday is going to be a very tough one. The guys playing on both sides will be big and very tough. Neither team will go down without a nasty fight. This will be the hardest game of the season. If we beat this team the true goal of undefeated season will be within grasp. No one will ever give up on the field. Our determination will be enough to overcome any size difference they will have with us. The true advantage we have over that team is that our backs are better and more skilled than their backs. It will come down to how many openings we can make with the line we have. We will not be satisfied with a hard fought loss we are going out there for a win and only a win. People have doubted us since before the season even started. With a win on Friday we will be in the spot we need to be in so we know that we can regain our dominance over the division. With this reputation built we will continue it into the playoffs with a commanding reputations so all the schools in the new division will know who the Destroyers are.

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  18. Life just washes away like rain. No one knows how fast life goes until it ends. Why can’t we understand how life actually works? What is needed of us in the afterlife? What is beyond this world? We cannot see what lies beyond space and time yet people preach about it and welcome it. Isn’t the great beyond scary to anyone else but me? I’m scared of death because I don’t know what will happen to me. Will I really be safe when I die? Will my soul actually live on and see a greater being then we humans can imagine? Or will we just be recycled. After this life will we have another one? Will we live another life unlike this one where we have new friends and a new family? Will we talk a different language then before? What will death really bring for us? Does anyone else wonder that fact? I sometimes think for hours about. I will lie on my bed and try to conceive any possible ideas about what lies before me. Is the afterlife scary or will it be enjoyable? Will we know what is happening to us or will we just go with the flow. Will we feel pain when we die? I hope it doesn’t hurt so much but rather it feels like you fall into a deep sleep never to wake again.

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  19. I am in love with a special someone. This one person knows that they are very important to me. We fight and argue but we also laugh and snuggle. I am the bread and she’s my butter. When I’m down she’s the one I go to because I know that one way or another she’ll be the one too make me smile. I’ve met her family and she’s also has met mine. We been together for 8 months now forever until we die. When we grow to be a hundred years old I want to live a hundred minus a day so I don’t have to spend a day without you. The day I asked you to be my girlfriend it was the best day in my life. It was the start of a happy new relationship and also the start of a new year. I asked you to be mine on January 1st, 2012. The bond that we have is unbreakable and nobody could get in our way. I love the bond we have and also how great you get along with Erika and my mom. Even though I’m in high school and you’re in college we’ll work it out in any sort of way. The way you go to all my games with my sister to support me in what I love to do means a lot to me. I love you Julissa with all my heart.

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  20. Can’t think
    Can’t speak
    Can’t let go
    Can’t move on
    I want to
    I need to
    But I can’t
    They won’t let me
    The thoughts
    The memories
    They never leave
    Always there
    A constant reminder
    Of what can’t be undone
    Of what can’t be taken back
    I want them to go away
    I want to forget
    Everyone else has forgotten
    Everyone else is free
    Everyone else has moved on
    And left me behind
    I want to follow
    But the past holds me back
    Stops me from living
    Sometimes I can forget
    Pretend everything’s fine
    For a brief time,
    It leaves me alone
    For a brief time
    I’m happy
    But only for a brief time
    And then it comes back
    It’s when I’m happiest
    Not worrying
    Not afraid
    Just being
    And then they hit me
    It all comes back
    What happened
    Why it happened
    Who was involved
    Who it’s made me
    No matter how hard I try
    I try not to be this person
    This product of disaster
    I can’t be anything else
    My past shapes me
    So much my future won’t change me
    Damaged goods
    Like shattered glass
    Try to put the pieces back together
    But you can still see the cracks
    You can still see the past
    Anyone who sees
    Can guess what happened
    It’s obvious
    The cracks make it useless
    Only one thing you can do
    Throw it away
    Those cracks will never heal
    Its past will never go away
    It’ll always be there

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  21. Not a care in the world when you have a smile
    Everything seems so right
    Everyone can see it from down the isle
    No need for a fight
    Your teeth are radiant
    They’re as bright as the shining, scintillating sun
    My happiness’s only ingredient
    It’s simply stunning
    I feel like quickly running towards you
    When you have a smile
    My heart has a breakthrough
    I could run so many miles
    And when that smile fades
    Mine will too
    My happiness cascades
    But I know it will re-appear anew
    As will my cheer
    Even though it won’t be gone for a while
    Let’s make this a good year
    When you have a smile

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  22. A glimpse of you is all I need
    To spark my anger, frustration and fear
    You speak of our country, our freedom, our lives
    But who are we?
    We are the people of a nation
    A nation of diversity, a nation of the dream
    Do you see us down here?
    You are the oppression we’ve fought to lose
    You are the taker of freedoms
    You are the hand that rips away my hope
    And leaves it to die

    You tell me I can love
    But not like him and her
    I can love under different rules
    Rules lead by hate
    A hate driven strong and taught for generations
    Can I not love like you love?
    Can I not marry like you marry?
    Can I not be recognized by this nation of equality?
    That is not equality. That is cruelty to our people.

    I pity a soul like yours
    That lives in such a world
    So bleak, so cruel
    With such a simple escape
    By stopping the hate, your crimes against humanity
    Yet you will never see, nor will your children
    You’ve placed them in your world
    Chained them down
    Until they’ve called it home
    Your child is born free of hate
    Free of discrimination
    Innocent; a clean slate
    Whipped into a monster
    By your cold, shaking hands
    Now lifeless
    A product of your ignorant machine

    A next, our nation
    Your new child
    Your new monster to breed
    One nation, under your god
    Divisible by hate
    And certainly no justice for all.

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  23. Tim cupped the fire from the lighter as he held it to the cigarette in my mouth as I inhaled until the tip turned a bright orange. I sat there and smoked until there was something to do and then it hit, bombs raining down all around us, making craters in the earth. We ducked and ran to our barracks as the mortars picked apart our friends and fellow marines, we stayed huddled inside the barracks until the mortars stopped, and we heard gun shots, we were scared but we knew what and how to do it. I can hear my DI yelling at me in the back of my head and my mindset changed from “what to do” to “how to do it”. I looked over at Tim and yelled “leapfrog” a technique involving one man shooting as the other man runs to get a better position. Tim ran as I started shooting at the enemy, I wasn’t really aiming, I was just trying the get them to cover up and stop shooting, as Tim made it to the bunker, he looked at me and nodded his head, I knew it was my turn. I stood up and started to make myself ready, or as ready as I could be to run into a line of fire, I looked at Tim and nodded, he looked over and started to lay down suppressive fire as I ran across the battlefield to get to the bunker when I felt a sharp bite in my leg, I was hit. The pain was unbearable as tried to keep running to the bunker, then I felt that same bite in my chest. I immediately fell and started crawling until I finally made it to the bunker. Tim looked at me with the crimson all over my chest and leg and gave me a look that I could never forget, he looked at me and yelled “can you fight?” I looked at him, turned away and tried to start shooting before I would go into shock. After 5 minutes a medic came to my rescue and tried to fix me as Tim and the others in my platoon kept shooting. One, two, three shots of morphine before I finally passed out. I woke up in a bed two days later with Mike, Tim’s brother next to me, I immediately knew it. Tim was dead.

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  24. He ran for his life. He ran the same way birds fly south for the winter, in search for shelter—a better place than their own. He ran the same way eagles protect their young—with a sense of security from harm or danger. He ran for an escape—the way a prisoner would if he only had a chance.
    The sun’s heat beat down on his skin, sweat racing down his face as if competing with his rapid steps. He ignored his tight, sore calves and focused on his breathing. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. He had to remember to breathe—a little something he forgot easily from time to time. It was the only thing that kept him going; it kept him alive.
    In the distance, a train’s whistle echoed, and he began to slow down, taking larger steps to stabilize himself until he came to a complete stop. Directly in front of him was a railway crossing sign, flashing red, and within seconds, a massive train rushed by, whipping his hair in the wind and rattling his heart.
    For the first time since he began his course, he looked at his environment. He stood alone in a large pathway that was lined with fields of tall, dry grass. The sky was colored a stark blue and was decorated with off-white clouds. The ground was covered with yellow-brown dirt and rocks that had cut his bare feet all the way to his ankles. He hadn’t even noticed.
    The wind now became fiercer, flapping the worn, gray shirt on his back and his ripped, black shorts. He had been running with all he had.
    When the train passed, his legs immediately began moving again, gradually picking up speed. All of a sudden, the stark blue sky and the off-white clouds disappeared. He could not feel the grainy, rough yellow-brown dirt and rocks underneath his feet. He could no longer see the tall, dry grass that lined the path.
    He simply ran.
    He ran the same way birds fly south for the winter, in search for shelter—a better place than their own. He ran the same way eagles protect their young—with a sense of security from harm or danger. He ran for an escape—the way a prisoner would if he only had a chance.
    He ran for his life.

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  25. Spreading my arms out wide I announced, “Prepare for the greatest day in your young life!” I grinned at the expression the little boy next to me made. Ceil stared in wonder at the brightly colored rides and attractions. Trying to soak it all in, he stood as if paralyzed to one spot.
    “Is this really it? Are we really going in?” He asked in an awestruck tone.
    Chuckling I patted his head. “Of course we are! I promised you the best birthday you’ve ever had, and I always keep my promises.”
    “Y-yeah….but, is going to an amusement park too expense?” The ten year old meekly asked.
    “No way!” I shouted, “Now quit delaying and let’s have some fun!” I grabbed Ceil’s hand and dragged him through the entrance. Scanning the area, I suggested that we started out with the small rides before moving on to the roller coasters. Quickly agreeing with me, Ceil and I boarded the carousel. The ride jerked and began to slowly spin. As the spinning grew faster, Ceil laughed as the wind rustled his hair. When the ride was over, we continued to go on ride after ride. Each one Ceil enjoyed to its fullest.
    Some hours later, we came to that section that tends to have all the game booths and arcades. I was walking to the next ride when I noticed that I missing a certain little boy. Hastily turning around I managed to spot Ceil in front of an arcade. The lights of the machines reflected off his eyes as I strolled up to him.
    “Wanna go inside?” I casually asked him.
    Ceil jumped in surprise and quickly said, “No! It’s ok! I mean…..you’ve already done so much for me…”
    I searched my pockets and triumphantly took out my wallet. “This is your special day little buddy, you do whatever you want.”
    Hesitantly, Ceil grasped my hand and led me inside the arcade. The loud music and blinking lights overwhelmed us at first, but we quickly got adjusted. Handing the kid ten dollars, I watched as he attempted to grab a toy from the claw machine. I started to daydream, when the claw machine Ceil was playing made a loud noise. Ceil ran over to me and yelled, “I did it! Look what I won all by myself!” He shoved a stuffed chocolate brown bear at me. I took it and couldn’t help but admire the plushness of the cute toy.
    “Nice job. Gimme a high-five!” I high-fived him and we exited the arcade to return to riding roller coasters. As the sky grew darker, I stared at Ceil as he grinned and laughed. I smiled at how he was enjoying himself. This is how a child should be. Happy and care free; living life to its fullest. I wanted Ceil to be happy again so I had decided to take him to an amusement park, just like how his parents used to before they died. I slightly frowned at the memory of how heartbroken Ceil was when that happened, and how living in an orphanage made things worse. Looking up at the night sky, I estimated that it was time to leave. Leading Ceil to the park entrance he talked endlessly about the fun he had.
    I interrupted his sentence and said, “Ceil, did you enjoy yourself?”
    Ceil excitedly said, “Of course! This was the best day I had since forever!”
    I solemnly nodded and slowly said, “Well, how would you like it if you could hang out with me more? Would you want to live with me?”
    Ceil’s eyes widened, “Live with you?” Tears brimmed in his eyes. “Y-yes! You’re my best friend!” He hugged my tightly and sobbed into my shirt. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as well as I embraced my new son.

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  26. Sharp wind blew down the streets
    Rolling over the cobblestones
    The first taste of the winter to come
    Bitter like his morning coffee
    Black with no sugar
    The taste still lingered in his mouth
    The same way she lingered on his mind
    He could still see her face
    Underneath the dark country sky
    He could still imagine the way she walked
    Swaying down the beach in August
    Her legs long like the Nile
    Her skin glowing gold
    He could still smell her perfume
    Floating towards him in the café
    She was still there
    Etched into his mind
    Like a hieroglyphic on the walls of a pyramid
    She was Cleopatra
    And he worshipped her
    The way her shoulders freckled under the sun
    The perfect curves of her pale pink lips
    The way she spoke to him
    Her voice high and clear
    He needed her
    From the moment he saw her
    He could tell she was trouble
    By the way she carried herself
    By the way her hair swung gently
    While she strode along past him
    But he needed her
    Like he had never needed anything else
    But just as the seasons change so suddenly
    How one day it was summer
    And he was basking in its beauty
    Until the next it was winter
    When the sun set so early and he longed for the sea
    She slipped out of his life before he had even noticed
    She untangled herself from him
    And was gone before the dawn

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  27. Estrella Cardona

    September 11, 2012

    Free Verse

    Dear old friend,
    Summer 2011, that’s when we met, it was about two in the morning. I was on my back porch with my brother and a few friends, and then you appeared out of nowhere. You were walking your dog and thought you’d visit my brother. I mean I’ve seen you before, I knew of you, but finally I was introduced. That’s when the roller-coaster started.
    We were good friends for a while, great friends. Our memories are unforgettable. I could every story we have by heart, down to every detail. I remember all our laughs and cries. I remember all our all walks at night and our never ending conversations. You helped make some of the biggest memories possible. I mean I don't really miss you, I miss my old friend, the girl I met summer 2011, not the stranger that passes by me nonchalantly in the hallways.
    You have no idea how much I want to say "hi" and hug you and tell you how I’ve been, and ask you how you've been. It’s irritating how I still care when you could care less. Maybe you'll change. I hope you still know that when I said I’d be there when you need me I meant it. Honestly I never wished any bad for you, I actually hope the best for you. Lately I've been wondering about you. I've heard a lot about you, I here you're getting married. I'm happy for you, it may be early, but I hope the best for you and your fiancé.
    Your friend,
    Estrella Cardona

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  28. One Push To Far
    Tormented each day
    Why is this happening
    Scars can heal
    Mending the flesh
    But tormenting the mind
    That will never be repaired
    And each day more wounds are opened
    With each cut the life is shortened
    The lacerations are hidden on the skin
    But the pain shines through
    Nobody asks what’s wrong
    They show no concern
    Just keep on torturing
    Breaking them down more each day
    Their life almost over
    They have almost bled dry
    The cuts becoming more severe
    Leaving a hollow shell of their existence
    All that is left is the physical being
    And that will be gone too
    Finished with one step
    As they sway limply from the rafters

    Never Ending Cycle
    The wars of the world will never cease
    And it will never know true peace
    The fighting will never end
    There will only be more body bags to send
    Many countries chose to fight
    Because they want to test their might
    Others fight because they are oppressed
    And their occupiers give them stress
    Wars forced innocence from homes
    And all that’s left is for them to roam
    They become refugees forced to flee
    Until the losers gives a plea
    Then the people will come back
    To find their homes ransacked
    Forced to rebuild their lives
    While the new leader thrives
    Only for another war to start
    To have families once again torn apart
    Wars will never leave things be
    On is always about to happen all you have to do is see

    Difference
    I proudly stand alone
    Even though people shun me
    I move away from the crowd
    I feel they are wrong
    I’m disliked for it
    But I don’t need their approval
    My opinion is all that matters to me
    Everything else said I block out
    I am who I am
    I will not copy others
    I will be myself
    And I will stand tall alone
    I will never slink away
    Like a dog with its tail between its legs
    I am proud to be different
    I stand alone in a sea of people

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  29. Why is it when I found out the news I wasn’t happy?
    Is it because I’m unsure about how I feel
    Is it something that still needs to sink in
    I sit here and say that I’m sorry
    I sit here and think if I truly liked you I’d be delighted
    Thinking about it I think about how I’m afraid
    I’m unable to trust
    And don’t know how to see you
    With my last situation
    It was a knife to the heart
    That’s when all the trust blew out the window
    Is it hard to believe you like me?
    Yes
    Should you stop liking me?
    No just give me my space to breath
    As long as your patient
    I promise you’ll never regret waiting
    For this whole time
    If I can wait for you
    I think that you can give me some time
    If not I guess we aren’t meant to be
    Just give me time
    Time to think
    Time to breathe
    Time to feel how my emotions are
    Time to see how I react
    Time to notice it’s the truth
    Time for just this dream can hit me
    Time to finally fall in your arms
    Are you still there?
    Yes you are
    Can I tell you something?
    I think I’m finally ready
    Thanks for not leaving
    Now it’s time to show you how I truly feel
    For you are the special one
    The one that makes my day
    The one who puts a smile on my face
    The whole in my heart I always talk about
    You’re my other half
    The one that lets me be me

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  30. A song I wrote….


    You get that funny feeling
    That really good feeling
    When you’re with me
    But all I want you to do is to let me be
    The way I feel about you isn’t true
    And I’m always feeling blue
    When I’m with you

    Trust me you’re a nice guy
    But I have to say goodbye

    I don’t want to hurt you anymore
    But I’m going to be leaving your heart sore

    My heart has fallen hard
    For a guy who doesn’t even feel the same
    I need to be free
    But I want you to see
    The reason why I’m doing this
    I’m so sorry dear
    But that’s just the way I feel

    You’re the not the one
    But I’ll admit, I did have a lot of fun with you
    I was never the one for love
    But this boy has proved me wrong
    I know your feelings are strong
    But honey, you’re not the one.

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  31. Something that makes me feel relaxed is taking a nice leisurely walk on the beach. Walking on the beach with the sand between my toes and the smell of the salt water whipping through my hair is very peaceful. Walking along the Jersey Shore in the late afternoon or early evening feels great. Everything is winding down, the people are leaving, the sun is setting, and everything is silent. Just walking clears your head and just relaxes evrything. If you're not careful, you could get lost in your thoughts. If you have the time, go to the beach and just walk. It's a good workout and a fine stress reducer.

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  32. Peace Poem
    There are kids setting fire to themselves in the Middle East
    To try and win themselves basic human rights
    But our kids set fire to Argos to try and win them a plasma TV
    People don’t know what’s going on in the world
    People are too busy to open the TV and watch the news
    Think about other if you living good other people suffer
    Money is not everything but freedom is
    So give what you got for those who need it
    Stop buying games and buying useless stuff
    And put a dollar down, a dollar could change a kid’s life
    People fighting for freedom and you’re fighting your dad to buy you a car
    Open you’re TV and watch the news send a dollar to a kid
    Change someone life they would thank you
    Money isn’t everything but other people lives is
    Sit down and open your TV open your eyes and see the world.

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  33. As a person who has never lost a loved one in his life, it is understandable to react in a way that is inappropriate when they do lose one. Whether it is a parent or a sibling or a grandparent, we always miss them the same. And as someone who is including in this group I am generally afraid of some of the things that lay in the future. Of course we all know that everyone around will eventually leave us, but we take comfort in the thought that it may happen in fifty or so years. But the reality that It is not always that way. There is a reality that we all have to face and we all do I t in a different way. I am writing this to try and find my way of dealing with this fact. The way I deal with this fact is honestly that no matter what this end is inevitable. So we all have to enjoy our time with the people around us every day that we live. And the way to miss them after they are gone is to never forget the good times that you had with them.

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  34. Back in the days of my childhood, those days seem so fun. I always find myself wishing that I could go back and revisit my childhood. The days felt like they never stopped, you were always hanging out with your friends when you didn’t have any responsibilities, and the summers went by so slow that it felt like a year. School was so easy all it was writing sentences and simple addition. You could spend all day outside and run around in the woods and ride your bike from here to Green brook and your parents always knew where you were. Fond memories of old pets that have come and gone and remain special to you. Good TV shows on Saturday mornings that is way better than the crap on now a day. Nights spent swimming in your pool until midnight and getting out and freezing in the cold breeze. Whenever a big snowstorm came through you would spent all day making snow angels and running in the snow. Me and my family would go out during a big snowstorm and just walk around the town at like eleven at night and come home freezing and covered in the white dust. Back then seemed so much better than it is now, but you can’t live in the past and just have to move on while keeping those fond memories in your mind.

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  36. Forgiveness - The act of pardoning somebody for a mistake or wrongdoing.
    I have a hard time trusting people and every time I think I can trust somebody, they prove me wrong. When I say this I mean, family, friends and even a few associates. It amazes me how people can just lie to your face, even about the smallest things. It will never make sense to me, and I will never understand that. Telling the truth is way easier than keeping up with a lie, no matter how small. I don't always tell the truth, but if the situation can be solved without a lie why not choose that? Maybe, that's why I don't call a lot of people a "friends", once you do something wrong, maybe I will learn to forgive you, but that all comes in time. I'm the type of person who forgives, but never forgets. A person may not get a second chance depending on how serious the situation was. It’s not fun or enjoyable losing friends that I trust with everything, then again I refuse to associate with a fake friend. I’ve experienced a lot in only sixteen years and I know what the term friend means, I also learned how to be one, and in being a friend lying and not being loyal is frowned up. Trust is key.

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  37. John wasn’t sure what to say, he was at a loss for words. As hard as he tried he couldn’t seem to look away from her grass colored eyes.
    The girl raised her hand to John’s cheek, and stroked the stubble on it lightly. John was too shocked to move away from her. She continued to stare at him, her large smile faded to a slight smirk. Before john knew what was happening, she lifted herself up on her toes and kissed him.
    This snapped John out of his trance immediately and he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her off of him. She looked back up at him with the grin still on her face as though she’d done nothing out of the ordinary.
    “Why did you do that?” John asked, his voice more surprised than he’d meant it to be.
    She just gave him the same smile she’d had since she came in.
    John sighed and rubbed him forehead. “You can’t do that Ms. I’m your doctor.” His voice became professional again and she could tell be his tone that she was unhappy. For the first time since she’d gotten here her smile faded. She looked almost ashamed.

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  38. Gathus bounded through the shop, staining some clothes with blood on the way and disappeared out back.
    “Sooo…” Eurlus walked behind Tristain and put his arm around him. “Girl troubles, eh?”
    Eurlus slapped his knee and started cracking up at himself. Tristain slugged him in the gut, grabbed the clothes from the counter and stormed out of the store back towards home.
    He heard Gathus shout his name as he rounded the building, but Tristain just sprinted into the crowd of people observing the scene. He didn’t care how suspicious he looked, (which probably wasn’t the best call) he just wanted to get out of there. For some reason, it had taken up to now for him to realize where he had been. He could have died! Those guys had giant swords and pounds of steel on them! What’d he have? Clean clothes?
    Terrifying.
    He continued down the road until he reached the end of the city, where the cobblestone road began turning to loose stone, then finally dirt. Tristain hadn’t reached the dirt road before he sighed and sat on the ground.
    He kicked a rock a few feet away and started drawing in the dirt. “What am I even running from?”
    “I couldn’t tell ya, pal.”
    Tristain whirled around to his right, kicking up dust as he jumped to his feet. Inches from him stood the man that had attacked him in the store. His dual-faced mask was dripping freshly with blood

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  39. The soft breeze coming off the ocean
    The boats rock back and forth in the water
    The sun is just staring to rise
    The boats head out for their day at work
    The small waterside town starts to wake
    The church bells ring
    The bird circle the boats waiting for their own breakfast
    People start to emerge from the cottages
    After their long sleep
    Children skip down the cobblestone roads to the school
    The small English town
    Is awake and ready for an entirely new day.

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  40. I would give you flowers
    But you would leave them to die
    I would give you kisses
    But you wouldn’t feel my lips
    I would sing you a song
    But you would leave it unheard
    Or I’d write you a poem
    And you’d leave it unread
    When you won’t listen
    How do I tell you
    How do I tell you that
    You do for me what
    The sun does for the dawn
    When her rays kiss the Earth
    And melt the dew away
    What the stars do for the night
    When they make the empty sky glitter
    How do I tell you
    You make me love you

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  41. He’s the illest teacher
    He’s the best class preacher
    Don’t get on his bad side
    Wait he don’t got a bad side it’s all about that sweet side
    He’s chill and he teaches at the same damn time
    If there was an award for the best teacher he’ll get da crown
    He the king of the school
    Best teacher I’ll ever have no one is just and cool
    He teaches us and he’s nice
    I bet his wife won’t sell him for any price
    mejor profesor del mundo.

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  42. As I a beginning sequel series to my short story, I am writing this for my free write assignment.

    “Hello?” My voice echoed in the hollow darkness. “Is anybody here?” I searched in vain for something in this inky blackness, but to no avail. Deciding that it was better to move than to stand still, I began to walk. My footsteps reverberated throughout the empty space. As I continued into nowhere, my mind began to wander. Is this real? Where am I? How did I get here?

    *“You were always the one to protect me. It’s my turn now to protect yo-.” Her words were cut off as metallic tentacles stabbed through her chest.*

    I stopped dead in my tracks. What was that image? That girl looked so sad. Do I know her? I waited to see if anything else would pop into my head. When nothing happened, I cautiously continued to make my way forward. I tried not to think about it, but I kept repeating that scene I saw in my head. Is she in trouble? Even if I didn’t know her, I had to help. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt connected to her somehow. The more I thought of it, the more my head ached. I have to save her. I have to help……I have to save……my sister.

    *I pounded on the glass, shouting her name. She gave me a small smile and whispered, “I love you brother.” Her eyes glazed over and her head dropped. I felt my heart clench. Something wet was flowing down my cheeks, but that wasn’t important. Nothing was as I stared at my sister’s lifeless body, making me the last human. The image of her pierced body was the last thing I saw before the machine stared up and pulled me back in time. To a time where none of this had happened yet. As I flew through the different periods in history, I made my sister a promise. I will change history, so that she can live in a peaceful and happy world in the altered future.*

    Suddenly, my memories came flooding back; my parents, my sister, the New Humanity, and my mission. How could I forget? Was it an error in the machine? Shaking my head, I deemed it unimportant. I had to change history, for my dear sister. As if responding to my thoughts, the area around me changed. The darkness that I was once in changed to sand. The sun began to bear down on me with its intense heat. I examined my new surroundings before it clicked; this was where it all started. A war in the Middle East broke out and used up most of the world’s resources; causing engineers to try and create fake bodies to move human minds into. However, this “New Humanity” malfunctioned and sought out the destruction of the Old Humanity.

    I was becoming frantic. I have to stop this, before it’s too late! I scanned the endless miles of sand in front of me. How do I stop the war? That question became irrelevant however, as a person behind me demanded, “Tell me who you are or else I’ll shoot your brains out!”

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    1. Author's Note: Anything in between thses * are from my short story.

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  43. Free Write 10/24/12

    I froze in place and started to sweat. Why do I do? Was this person part of the Middle Eastern rebellion? Or was he part of UN army? The muzzle of the gun poked my back as the person behind prodded, “Well?”

    Seeing no escape from this situation, I answered him honestly, “I have no name.” This time the guy shoved his gun into my back. I stumbled a little bit, but remained as still as possible. I guess I should have seen that coming. Everybody in the past had names, but since the war of the future had ravaged the Old Humanity not many had names. My mother had once said it was because people didn’t want to get too attached to each other if they were just going to die. I sighed and raised my voice at the gunman behind me, “I’m serious!”

    There was a long pause, as if the guy was examining me. I twitched nervously and prayed that he didn’t decide to shot me. It worked because a second later he commanded, “Come with me.” I heard his footsteps retreating so I whirled around. I couldn’t believe my eyes as they landed on the gunman. A kid about the age of twelve was walking away carrying a gun much too big for his size. He stopped and gave me an irritated look. “What are you waiting for?” He demanded.

    I held up my hands in a placating gesture and began to follow the boy. As we travelled across the desert I examined the boy. He had sun-bleached blonde hair and tan skin. He was fairly small, even if he was a twelve year old. The kid wore no shoes which made me wonder if that hurt him. The boy showed no signs of discomfort so I assumed that he was accustomed to it. He also wore some tattered clothes. I guiltily glanced at my own clothes. They hadn’t been washed in weeks, but at least they weren’t ripped to shreds like the boy’s clothes.

    We trekked across the desert for what felt like an eternity. Since the boy didn’t talk to me, I became lost in my thoughts until I heard a rumbling. Slowing down, I listened carefully to the growing noise. It sounded like an engine, but nothing that I had ever heard. The boy had apparently heard the rumbling as well because he turned around. I followed his gaze and gaped at the site. A car was racing towards us at incredible speed. My sister and I have seen cars, but not completely intact ones or ones that worked.

    My astonishment was short lived as I noticed that guns decorated the sides of the truck and were being pointed at us. The boy grabbed my hand and screamed, “Run!” Running, we tried to avoid getting caught or shot by the truck. However, the sand hindered my running and I ended up slowing the boy down. The truck caught up to us with relative ease. Some soldiers jumped out and formed a ring around us. They leveled their guns to our heads and I groaned. Why couldn’t things go right for once?

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