The view from Callie’s seat
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I wrote this poem a while ago. It is the typical example of “teen angst literature”. I’m not sure if this counts as a comment or not, but i will still make comments on other’s comments, so it will even out anyway. Remember, i am not a professional
With heavy heart and bloodshot eyes she walks until she can’t go on.
Stagger, swagger, ground and body collide in a harsh embrace.
Why can’t I stand? Why can’t I speak? What’s wrong with me? She thinks in vain.
The night wind starts to quicken pace as darkness creeps over the land.
Chill, like nails pierced through her back, she shudders in utmost despair.
Whimpering, she slowly curls her fingers round a small smooth rock,
the surface black as night anon, she cries and holds it to her chest.
I’m searching for something to hold,something to keep close to my heart,
with dark facade and solid core, you’re everything I’m looking for.
but alas, my stony friend, there is one aspect that you lack,
Though I could hold you forever, you can not embrace me back…
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We are going to start on Chapter 2. Let’s try to make this more interesting with a real story line. Do not post anymore sentences for Chapter 1.
The Rules:
Some suggestions from Mr. Eldridge:
[Jonathan Wooldridge] Pachoogie. He had been trapped inside a gigantic flying dungeon, much like Howl’s Moving Castle, only with wings. It was a perilous journey to the castle, one that was fit for only the fiercest of warriors. The Juggernaut, knew that if he failed, Pachoogie would never come home again.[Alexei] The Juggernaut had to save Pachoogie, he knew the the evil Pheronians wanted to have revenge for what he did long time ago. The Jugernaut knew that he couldnt do this by himslef he needed to find the one, the only one The Amazatron.
[davidreuter] Meanwhile, the Amazatron was sitting in his massive throne, his ample fat pouring over the edges of it. He was shooting not-too-covert glances at the nine-armed clock sending a not-too-discrete message to the musicians milling about his cold steel hall, he said to them, ” Come, let us begin our festival, pray we all expire before we can eat”, a bold reveler replied…
[Jonathan Wooldridge]Your Amazingness! My leg itches! I fear this is an omen of things to come. What can we do?”
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So I was asked if we could have a little section for creative work: poems, stories, etc. So I thought we’d start a post here and ask people to contribute. If we get enough submissions, then I will create a static page that has student work.
If you would like to comment, please be constructive–not merely critical. By constructive I don’t mean just blithely positive. Comments like “That’s cool!” or “I like your stuff” are not very helpful, nor interesting. Try to offer WHY you like what you like and WHY you don’t like what you don’t like. Then we can have a meaningful discussion.
This is not a requirement, but the option is now available. Looking forward to seeing your work.
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