Yearning to Fly

Submitted by Bernadette on Tue, 01/06/2009 - 17:21

It may seem like nonsense, but it is so true
That many have never flew
There is the cat, which yearns to fly as the sparrow flutters
There is the spider, which begs to fly like the buzzing fly
There is the dog, which yelps when the bird flies beyond his reach
There is the rabbit, which leaps to fly, yet falls to the ground
There is the pig, which thinks pigs fly, but when he tries, he fails at first sight
There is the hamster, which jumps off the bed, hoping to fly though never will

The Bright New Year

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 01/06/2009 - 14:50

'Another year has passed us by,'
say the old and weary
while the young and starry-eyed
see a bright new future nearing

'Times of trouble 'round the bend'
but we see a hopeful light,
this can't be very end
we see with a different sight

Out on the horizon,
glowing like the great warm sun
not setting-- it's rising
and toward it we will run and run

Meeting our fate head on,
brave, and bold, and true
and young and strong and wise beyond
our years-- that's me and you

Strange Things Were Happening

Submitted by E on Tue, 01/06/2009 - 03:55

Strange things were happening. Well, not exactly strange, I suppose, but unusual. Abnormal maybe, but not exactly strange. No, definitely not strange. Different, odd, out of character? Perhaps. By now you may be wondering who I am, no? I am a voice, the voice that is to tell your story today.
Might I begin with a gooday? Well then, gooday.

Came Home

Submitted by Ezra on Mon, 01/05/2009 - 20:42

You put on your best dress that morning;
Your smile was like the timid glow
Of dawn’s first golden breath, and though
You thought no one was watching, I saw
You dancing through the garden singing
“Papa will be home today.”

And I was happy too, you know,
I missed those carefree summer days
Sitting on the mossy banks of Coover Creek
Beneath the oak leave’s iridescent shade
The two of us, with lines cast on the gloomy flow
To chase the shifting, darting shapes
Among the rocks and weeds.

Doors Prologue

Submitted by E on Fri, 01/02/2009 - 19:59

There was a time, in a place, in a land far away where there were Majick creatures. For those of you who do not know of the Majick, it will be clarified later. For now, let us start our story.

Random Chatter of Random People

Submitted by E on Fri, 01/02/2009 - 03:33

Bob: Okay, so the TV stopped working at about 1 a.m

Billy Bob: IT BROKE!

Bob: It did not! Anyway, it crashed and we were bored to death. While Billy Bob went insane

Billy Bob: I nots insane. Look-shiny thing. Lalalala!

Bob: You see my point. Anywho, while Billy Bob went insane I tried to fix it. Here's what happened-

Billy Bob: It went BOOM!!!!!

Bob: *sighs. Poor guy. It sparked up,

Billy Bob: No spark up, it go BOOM!!!

*Awkward silence.

In 2009

Submitted by Tori on Thu, 01/01/2009 - 20:44

Okay everyone, it's time to ask yourself a couple of questions. I mean, after all, it is an entirely new year; come on!

1. Most importantly... Have you taken a shower/bath this year? Some of you HAVEN'T????? You really haven't showered since LAST YEAR? You must stink...

2. Have you eaten your favorite food yet? How can it be your favorite food if you haven't had it in the WHOLE ENTIRE 2009?

3. Written in your diary yet? As a matter of fact, have you even written anything?? Geeze, whoever teaches you must give you a ton of slack!

The New Year

Submitted by Delaney on Thu, 01/01/2009 - 07:21
The Old Year was like a map, with explored territory colored yellow, and high mountains in certain places. The New Year was like a map also, but it was perfectly flat and dark and unexplored. I was afraid of it. I leaned across the table to speak to Clara.

"How long will it take you to remember to write the new year instead of the old one on your school papers?"

Clara looked up from the newspaper - she liked reading them, like the grown-ups. "How long? I don't know, a day or so."