Creative Writing II: 8th Grade & High School
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Iris & Spaces
reborn eyes meet ones of peridot and obsidian beneath the daily curtain of warmth and white light hidden pockets of stowed time; few contemplate the fog, the grounding cypress hedgerows more secret than these dwellings a fresh closeness swirling green and purple study the soul, then carob and penny chew on the warm content choke on monarch butterflies shift of view: from room to mind a harbor for difference: A Nest Of Cupids, the blue tin can and rose cotton revel then sink into the sublime - Evy Family A monster ravages within and without, Clawing sanity, shredding us all, Bound to home like rats in a trap, In our hearts a wound that won’t heal, Only family to rock you to sleep. Through the terror, they’re always there. The happiness of my household. Jumping on the trampoline, splashing In the hot tub. Candyland, Mario Kart, Karaoke in the kitchen. Now, I ask why? Why doesn’t your family Fulfill your want for fun? The ones who held you, loved you, birthed you. They who house you, feed you still. Are they not enough? Not fun, not cool, Not you? - Ryan |
Blue Paper Mask
Our faces were masked all this time. For three years our smiles closed up from the outside. When we could finally take off these blue paper masks, where would that smile go? That smile would be half. That smile would be awkward. That smile would be covered by a hand. * * * Before picture day we leaned against the wall, Hung on a stall, fixed our hair and makeup. “No, seriously, you look so good.” “Here, let me fix that curl for you.” “You’re one of the prettiest girls I know, don't worry about it!” It had been so long. We felt so naked. One girl finally said, “I practiced in front of a mirror for three hours yesterday, and it still doesn’t look right.” * * * What looks right? What about what feels right? Have we forgotten what it feels like? Have we forgotten why? Now I understand. The fear of how others see me. If my appearance changed, would people treat me differently? Would you? Every night this question haunts me just as it haunts so many others. How can I be free from the blue paper mask? How can I be free from the fear of judgment? What am I even afraid of? - Zoe |
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Windmill
Past the field and past the mazy mountain range Stood lonely old Windmill covered in vines That stretched from California to Canada. The wind never came to visit now. Windmill hoped Wally would come back one day. Wally left his windup wizard doll during the last hurricane. Windmill hoped for the day when the wind would come home. Windmill never learned to let go. - Bjerre |
Rose Tinted Glasses
nostalgia materializes in a yellow-lit stairwell hope lined these railings in red fight familiar whispers dare imagine a second floor -- here the frames of a purple smile, brown eyes, a blue moment watch the red dissolve lean on the railing - Evy |
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Wind & Mr. Owl
Wind soared across the ocean, over mountains, passed over the same desert at least seven times on his way to borrow oat milk from Mr. Owl. Seven days Wind glided down to a big bright door with a little wood block that said Home Sweet Home. He rang the doorbell and heard a giant ticking, but then the noise stopped and it was peaceful again. Screech! Mr. Owl greeted Wind, who stepped into the treehouse. All he saw was a teapot. - Bjerre |
Fire
It scars, it singes, slowly searing the hope you once had The torches they bear, the words they say, They make you wonder what went wrong That inferno that burns inside them, What makes it engulf the freedom you once held Fear not, for fire can be extinguished too By the wonder, the wish for change The rain, it showers you with hope, The ones who still care, Flame turns to steam Maybe, just maybe, the mighty flare Doesn’t merge into the incandescence We see—instead, becomes the great Blessing we deserve. - Ryan |
Still Here
Watching you fade away before me.
Moments ago you looked like a small child, uncomfortable and scared of what you had become. The way tears rolled down your cheeks mixing with the blood stained on your face, I couldn’t help but feel empty as I walked over to wrap my arms around you. You can’t leave me, not when I’ve already drunk bitter loneliness before. But you just stood there. Your voice sounded so weak as you said your final words, I’m sorry, before you disintegrated to sparks. Then nothing.
You had been fated to die long ago, yet you continuously came back. But this time it really was the end. I turned my head to look at the night sky. It was not its usual black self, it was red. I could sense the heavy smell of blood surrounding me. I thought all this was to save humanity, but instead I’m here with an unbearable task. Around me the bodies of thousands of soldiers who died to protect their loved ones. How do I speak for the dead? It's not my place.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked up. Everyone taken from me — my brother, Akkato, all my friends and familiar faces I knew from the Commission — all right there in front of me. They were happy, holding hands and smiling, as they drifted into the light, slowly disappearing one by one.
I ran with all my remaining strength hoping they would take me with them. I reached for my brother before passing through him, falling to my knees. This time I couldn’t stand up. My chest felt too heavy. The thick air made it hard to breathe. I watched them all disappear, revealing the real world before me, where I still need to rebuild our promised neverland.
Goodbye never hurts until you know you can never say hello again.
Watching you fade away before me.
Moments ago you looked like a small child, uncomfortable and scared of what you had become. The way tears rolled down your cheeks mixing with the blood stained on your face, I couldn’t help but feel empty as I walked over to wrap my arms around you. You can’t leave me, not when I’ve already drunk bitter loneliness before. But you just stood there. Your voice sounded so weak as you said your final words, I’m sorry, before you disintegrated to sparks. Then nothing.
You had been fated to die long ago, yet you continuously came back. But this time it really was the end. I turned my head to look at the night sky. It was not its usual black self, it was red. I could sense the heavy smell of blood surrounding me. I thought all this was to save humanity, but instead I’m here with an unbearable task. Around me the bodies of thousands of soldiers who died to protect their loved ones. How do I speak for the dead? It's not my place.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked up. Everyone taken from me — my brother, Akkato, all my friends and familiar faces I knew from the Commission — all right there in front of me. They were happy, holding hands and smiling, as they drifted into the light, slowly disappearing one by one.
I ran with all my remaining strength hoping they would take me with them. I reached for my brother before passing through him, falling to my knees. This time I couldn’t stand up. My chest felt too heavy. The thick air made it hard to breathe. I watched them all disappear, revealing the real world before me, where I still need to rebuild our promised neverland.
Goodbye never hurts until you know you can never say hello again.
- Zoe
