8

Two boys fight in a dim alley just outside the castle walls. You can hear the faint yells of the rowdy nobles coming from the grand feast inside the Great Hall. Sweat glints in the flickering light coming from the torch the smallest boy brought along. The other boy is huge and brutish, muscles rippling as he swings a dagger towards the small, unarmed boy across from him. They collapse into a heap of writhing bodies. One of them emerges victorious...

Foods I Like

Apple chewing,
Unpleasant spinach,
Sausage biting.
Tea sipping,
Ice munching,
Nacho crunching,

Hot dog fun.
Orange juice drinking,
Yogurt eating,
Tomato chopping.

Austin Hoyt
9/1/10

I sit in school every day studying all my friends. The girls i study because you have to watch your back to know someone has it. the more important, though, are the boys. Their devil's grin is easy to fall for, but trusted? That's another story. Yes, that's what you at first, then their hair, then most importantly their eyes. Oh yes, the blue can be lovely and daring, but what about cold? Oh, and the brown's warm and cozy, but what about back-stabs? And the unusual hazel are so unique and confusing, but remember the key word? Confusing, how do you find someone to trust?

Humans, when in a desperate situation, will leap up and grab that spider web's thin thread of hope, no matter the cost.

But me, I'll set fire to that thread, because it's just a trap. And once you reach the top of that string, you'll be tangled up in that web, where the spider will devour you.

And once hope is gone from Pandora's Box, isn't the only thing left inside

Emptiness?

Watching the sun go down
Late at night
Sink low, low, lower in the sky
Until it seems like it's...gone
The sky is like a fire
Gold, red, pink, blue
A brilliant sunset
The moon comes on light feet
Slowly casting soft white light
The first star rises
That's my star
I would name it after my name if I could
More stars rise up
Casting more of a milky white on the earth
Shhhhh it's time to go to bed
Goodnight moon

The moon shrieks as it separates.
Can you hear it?
The sound is just like
A prelude to the end.

Oblivious of that end,
We continue dancing
In the clearing of the crooked trees
Underneath the twin moons separating.

Humans are like insects.
Fluttering their flimsy, transparent wings,
Crying at the night sky,
“I’ll definitely make it.”

We dance in the shadows
With the color of destruction,
Whirling around and around
In the middle of the fire.

Unaware of it all
We gaze at the moons.
Capturing its light
In a single, dazzling jewel.

Continuing to dance
We burn alive

Everyday I wake up to have the same day over and over again. But that's not so bad, my bus brings me new topics to talk with my friends about. I sit near my friends so I can know whats happening with them. Thanks to that big yellow bus my day always starts out better.

Everywhere my family moved, house to house, apartment to apartment we never felt alone. We were sure someone was watching us but whenever we called the police no one seemed to be there. One day we decided to investigate ourselves. At night we split up, two and two. One pair would go outside while the others would search inside. It took many days to hear all the moaning at exactly midnight. Then shadows appeared and thats when I realized there was a ghost following us! Everyone else thought it was crazy until they soon realized I was right.

I never thought the day would come when you wouldn’t be there.
I always thought I would wake up and see your face and smile.
Now all I can see is that picture of you in a frame.
Your always with me and never forgotten.
I will ALWAYS remember you….
Don’t ever forget it.

Friends are the ones that will do anything for you. They look out for you. Being a good friend is more than that. Its about two or more people that love each other like siblings. its about all the memories that you make. they are the ones that are there for you through the hard times and the good times. they make you laugh and they drop what they are donig to make sure you'r ok. that is what a friend truly is...

The Wonders of My Mind

Wonders of the world,
make my head spin round,
inside is curled,
there is no sound.
Sometimes I wonder,
what to think,
so I just ponder,
about my favorite color, pink.

I never thought the day would come when you wouldn’t be there.
I always thought I would wake up and see your face and smile.
Now all I can see is that picture of you in a frame.
Your always with me and never forgotten.
I will ALWAYS remember you….
Don’t ever forget it.

The Shelburne FAYZ

Asa woke to the sound of his little brother, Damian, throwing a hissy fit in the kitchen… again. He slipped into an old pair of jeans and pulled on a plain black tee. His footsteps were muffled by the soft, green carpet that ran down the dark oak staircase. He swung his backpack over his shoulder, carefully avoiding Damian. The bus was already pulling away from the curb, so Asa wheeled his bike out of the garage and peddled towards school.

* * *

Boy: Hey, I have a question for you.
Girl: Yeah, what is it?
Boy: Will you go to the dance with me?
Girl: Sure. Do you mean as a couple or just friends?
Boy: As a couple if that’s ok with you.
Girl: That’s total cool with me.
Boy: Cool. Um do you want me to pick you up?
Girl: If you want.
Boy: See you at 7:30.
Girl: Why so early???
Boy: Because my mom will want to take some pictures of us.
Girl: Ok well be at my house at 7:00 because my mom will want to take pictures to o and my dad will want to meet you.
Boy: Ok. It’s a date… if that’s ok with you.
Girl: Totally cool with me.

Where is she? What did you do with her? Why are you doing this?”
On and on those questions were repeated that night. Not just any night; Christmas; a supposedly religious, holy night. The holiday that once represented the birth of Jesus was turned into a mushy, gushy day. Jesus was replaced with a man named St. Nicholas or Santa Claus. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Jesus didn't even exist. It used to be the other way around.

Race Day

From Iraq to Jordan
One day my family decided to move from Iraq to Jordan. After long days of waiting one morning my dad told us that we were going to Jordan in one week. At the time my sisters and I couldn’t go to school because of the war.

A broken past, a heavy heart, tied together but falling apart
Glued with sorrow, painted with lies, looks a lot better to foreign eyes
You tell her you love her every day, yet everything but love remains the same.
Even though my feet are trembling and every word I say comes stumbling, I will bear it all.
No doubt, scream or shout, no one will ever hear my case.
And I tried and tried, a latchkey child with a decent life
Second page, same story, all the work and none of the glory
I tried and tried.

Life in the Beyond

Twelve pieces of writing is way too much
It’s hard to write so many long stories and such

I can’t figure out what to write
And me and myself are starting to fight

The river of ideas has dried up
I have nothing to rhyme with this except for What’s Up

I like to write about stuff
But all that’s in my head is Fluff

I can’t write without ideas in my head
So I might as well just go to bed

I’ll sleep on it tonight
And see just what might

Pop into my head

It might be a poem
Or maybe a history of Rome

It could be a short story
Or a long biography of Edward Gory

Ships sinking
Planes crashing
Smoke rising like a forming tornado
Ships sinking
Machine guns firing like bats flying out of a cave
Men swimming like they are trying to win gold
The red sun flying over
Machine guns firing like bats flying out of a cave
Torpedoes dropping and wreaking havoc
The red sun flying over
The ground shaking like an earthquake
Torpedoes dropping and wreaking havoc
Ships capsizing like a cement mixer turning
The ground shaking like an earthquake
Bombs falling like oversized explosive hail
Ships capsizing like a cement mixer turning
Planes crashing

Chapter 1
“Help! Help!” Yelled the girl on the floor above me. I quickly ran up stairs but I heard a gun shot. I hid behind an oak table that was placed out side Jenney’s apartment in the hall way. I peaked in and saw Jenny lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Jenny was dead and the killer was just about to walk out as I ducked back behind the oak table again. I caught a quick glance of the guys face, and when he left I reached in my right pocket and grabbed my cell phone. I called 911. A woman answered on the other line saying.
“911 what’s your emergency?”

Tomorrows a new day

Well today’s only yesterdays tomorrow

Or tomorrows yesterday

Either way…. today will come

And pass as fast as it came.

The Photo Album.

As I flip through the pages
I see all of the happiness in life fade in and out,
a birthday bash, various vacations, a lost loved one.
The memories never end when you are looking at the book.
You are there again, at the age of five, twelve then before you know it along comes sixteen.
I look at the past life and see how everything has changed.
My life once was easy as riding a bike, then out of no where it became difficult,
with drama everywhere I look.
Now it's not so easy.
It's scary like I'm leaving everything behind.

I told you that I loved you,
And I meant it with all my heart.
I thought you loved me, too.
I thought this could be a start.

"A start to something new..."
I thought...
But I guess that wasn't true.
I thought this would last forever;
This "thing" between me and you.

You told me that you loved me,
But that was all a lie.
I wish you could see me now,
I wish you could see me cry.

I hope you notice now,
That you are not only ending this;
This "thing" between you and me...
But you're ending the strength of my heart,
I hope now you can finally see.

The best days,
have come and gone,
it only gets harder,
from here on.

Tell me ma'am,
why it's this way,
come on lady,
lighten my day.

I know now,
that along with growing old,
comes consequences,
and they are cold.

I need to know,
please tell me now,
why it's so hard,
I'm dying down.

Years, months, weeks,
now days,
I'm falling apart,
I'm wilting away.

I guess in this case,
I'll never find out,
some people would say this,
without a doubt.

I've tried to find out,
why it's so hard,
I guess I'll never know,
Its my time to part.

Behind these cold eyes
Lay lies,
You'll never know the truth to,
Lay feelings,
You'll never see me show,
There's a side of me you've never seen,
And probably never will....

My words are drained from this pencil,
Things I'd never be able to tell you in person,
As my tears fall,
I bleed my heart out to you,
My tears are red and my blood is clear,
Everything I say,
Seems true to you,
But only I know that its all a bunch of lies,
You should know the truth to,
Here you go.
I'm lying when you ask me if I'm okay,
'Cause really I never am,
I'm lying when I tell you I dont care,
'Cause what you think is the world to me,
I'm lying when I laugh,
'Cause really its my tears,
I'm lying when you ask how it happened,
'Cause really I do know,

Purgatory
A place between Heaven and Hell...
Where they, who have passed on, are prepared, and wait, for Heaven
If it is in between Heaven and Hell, wouldn't purgatory be considered Earth.
Heaven is above
Us
And Hell is below

Here,
not nearly as bad as the fiery pit of Hell,
But nothing close to the paradise of Heaven

Here, where we live out lives,
and wait to die, and move to Heaven,
where we prepare for whatever is to become of us...

So if you look at it in that sense
Would earth be considered a type of Purgatory?