I woke up with a headache. The doctor would tell me the cause was dehydration, and the psychiatrist would tell me it was stress. I would say it was from the large rock on which my head had been dropped.
Some inattentive person dumped a cup of water on me. I saw it coming, however, and refused to give whoever-it-was the satisfaction of seeing me sputter awake.

This girl dances upon the-
Sun, Sun
Eyes like violets
She Run, Runs
Not fun
To feel so done

Perhaps if she hadn't-
No, No
Would Not Have Made A Difference
Still Alone, Alone
No Home
She's shown

Winding bike down the-
Path, Path
The Beaten One, Always
Their Wrath, Wrath
Happened so fast
But that was the past

It's like they say-
Forget, Forget
As if it's that easy
As if, As if
Voice thick
So many words to pick

Chapter V To the Old House--Again
“Okay, Kayla, I think we should tell the Sheriff about this, don't you?” Abby asked.
“Yes, I think your right, lets go later today, like twelve in the afternoon, okay?” Kayla suggested.
“Okay, why not? Meet you by the river.”

Chapter III Back to the old house
They laughed, and walked on, with Abigail trudging behind, as June ran up ahead of them all. Abigail was two blocks behind Lucy and Victoria and June when they reached school. She decided to run so she wouldn't be late for school. She went inside, and saw Kayla behind her school desk, chin in hands. She looked up to see Abigail standing in front of her desk. “Hello, Abby,” she said smiling.
“Hi, Kayla,” They began talking, but the teacher soon quieted every one down. “Good morning, class,” She smiled.

Why does a gale rush past
like thoughts in my mind,
or a freight train
running through the dusk and the dawn?

Part3
They all stare at the paper and Peter looks at Lucy
Pete-How long have you known about this?
Lucy-I knew he kidnapped children. But not that! *She stamped her foot* I would never be friends with someone like That!
Pete- *looks at Susan*
Sue-*Looks at tree and screams* There is a big beaver behind that tree!!
Ed-Let's go play with it.
Pete-Stop being stupid. Let's go see if this rumor is true.
Sue-Rumor!?

This is a story I wrote last night at about 11:30. If you do not feel like reading it, I will put a link at the bottom so that you can listen to my sisters and my recording of it :)

Part 1

This garden we fill with seeds
pushing radishes and peas
into fresh brown earth

These books we replace
on the brimming shelves.

These tomatoes we slice and throw
into salad bowls

This table with cloth straightened
and vase of flowers centred

This postcard addressed to
a far away brother

and the clouds flowing across
the top of the horizon.

This morning's cup of
steaming tea

and the dogs that are begging
for a walk and attention.

Look at me; I can see my reflection in the glass
doors as I pull them wide.

I was running before a storm
and I could smell the rain
above the dusted plains
heavy and gray, what held it there?

She ran down the road—
I felt the dust in my throat:
dust yellow like chalk,
like a memory.

Look at me; I can see my reflection in the glass
chandeliers that clink overhead.

Tempest-tossed in the rising wind
that sent things into flight.
She—I?—bit her fingernails
and looked around with widened eyes.

I would love to hear your thoughts/advice!

Collecting Hearts

You ran here and there
Probably most everywhere
With your calculating cool
Your Jar of Hearts was almost full

You smiled once, maybe twice
No one did it ere grace thrice
Never breaking your one rule
Your Jar of Hearts was almost full

You always claimed to care
But never did you truly dare
You were taught that in school
Your Jar of Hearts was almost full