Young Authors & Inspiring Writers
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2008-09 Teen Writers ~ 2007 Teen Writers
Empty Me
By: Carissa Rodriguez
Have no feelings in my chest
I'm empty
And hollow
There is no beat
Poor lonely hollowed out me
I gave away my heart
And never got it back
To a guy i thought would love me
Only to find it was not returned
He gave his heart to another girl
She's lucky
I'm not
She's got what i want
Now i'm alone
My feelings are known
Poor lonely hollowed out me
Those bright blue eyes
they shine like stars
they cut like knives
they break my heart
They reach so deep
that none can see
how far they go
not even me
They look like ice
they glow with fire
they make me cry
the eyes of a liar.
- Sierra Colson
Blossoming Flower
By Emma Garretson
I’m like a blossoming flower.
Not sure what color I will be,
Nor what size or shape.
I’m just an anxious blossoming flower.
I know I will be popular with different species,
Just as the other blossoming flowers.
I will grow to my fullest,
Then I will give birth and die.
My life may be full of regrets,
But the only thing I can do is live on as one flower among billions.
Preferably
By Emma Garretson
I prefer movies at home over movies in the theater.
I prefer to see animals in the wild than as a pampered pet.
I prefer eating a home-cooked meal rather than take-out from Olive Garden.
I prefer a book of poems to a book of fantasy.
I prefer a small group of enemies to a large group of friends.
I prefer a warm fire to an electric heater.
I prefer a magnificent rainbow to a dull city.
I prefer to confuse than to give.
I prefer to stay up late than to go to bed early.
I prefer a sleepless night to a doctor’s needle.
I prefer original creation to the same idea done over and over.
I prefer to write than to talk.
I prefer confidence and embarrassment over cowardice and pride.
I prefer the truth over cunning lies.
I prefer an island over the world.
I prefer quiet rather than whispers.
I prefer stealth over a red carpet.
I prefer to sit than to stand.
I prefer to hide my existence than to have a film crew in my room.
I prefer freedom of religion over a religious cult.
I prefer truthful gore stories rather than the Walt Disney movies.
I prefer thorns rather than helplessness.
I prefer no makeup over a plastic surgeon.
I prefer old souls to new ones.
I prefer pockets over one big sack.
I prefer outdoor nights with fireflies to seeing it on a movie.
I prefer nature to zoos.
I prefer to consider that we all prefer some of the same things.
Colors of Blue
Shadows of the night sky creep into my room.
I watch them, anxiously waiting for the bright sunrise.
The small bed creaks under my weight as I shift positions.
The foggy sea breeze flows into my room, reminding me of the rough, sandy, beach.
I rub my sleepy eyes, trying to stay awake.
The first light of the morning scares away the shadows of the dark night.
My room is suddenly awake with colors of blue.
-Emma Garretson
The Battle Of The Worlds
The devil’s hair burns a red flame
Creating a blinding light
It scares the crows away
Creating a dreadful sight.
The devil itself appears,
In a silk red tux,
Causing all to cry tears,
Dreading the days to come.
An angel then flies from the heavens,
Clothed in a silky white,
Carrying a sword to do the task at hand.
To cast the devil down in years,
So that he may cry his own tears.
The two fight and fight,
Killing all in sight.
Finally,
A victory.
A defeat.
The victory goes to the angel,
Carrying his proud sword high.
While the defeat goes to the devil,
Crying out in fright.
He slowly becomes smaller and smaller,
Until all you see,
Is a toddler,
Whining about a toy
The devil has gone down in years,
Giving all a joy.
For the little Satan himself,
Is a harmless, tiny toy.
-Emma Garretson
SEAGLASS
by sierra colson
one night, one man, one to many
one beach, one bottle, one tide
the stars, the moon, reflect on the water
blurred by the breaking waves
a sudden crash breaks the calm
as glass meets rock
silence
the roll of sea smoothed stones
as the shards slowly slip out of sight
unnoticed by all
the sweet taste of salt air
as the water laps a young girl's feet
with her she carries a basket
full of her new found treasure
a glint catches her eye
and there, on the sand, she spots it
seaglass
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By Sierra Colson From Northeast Harbor Maine:
I was standing on the goal line, waiting, watching. The air was impossibly still, the tension high. The only sounds came from the bleachers, where occasionally someone would shout, ' come on Elizabeth,' or ' you can do it Sierra.' As well as from the penalty line, where the referee stood talking to number 19, Elizabeth. She had just moved to the area and had played soccer year-round for a number of years. We had just been called on a major handball inside the eighteen, which meant a penalty kick for the other team.
I could see the sweat and mud on all my teammates as well as those on the other team. The field was wet and I could hear the mud squish as I took a step. The ref. stopped talking to Elizabeth then and turned to me. I saw his mouth move but heard nothing as I took my place in the goal. There were only a few minutes left until half-time and the score had remained at 0 all. I knew this shot had the ability to decide the game even though it was far from over. I tensed as I realized that that meant it was up to me to block it.
She stepped back and readied herself for the kick. My breath caught and I blocked out everything except for her and the ball. Her shot would miss, her shot would miss, I chanted to myself. I would block it. I had to and I would.
She ran up and gave the ball a strong kick that I knew would go right over my head.I jumped up, ready to stop it. I felt the pressure of the ball reach my fingertips.I had it, I had it, I.............. Just then I began to drop back to the ground. The ball had been kicked with such force that it bent my fingers back and I barely missed it. Again I was aware of my surroundings. I heard the slight movement of the net as the ball went in and a chorus of loud cheers from the opposing team and onlookers.
I had missed it. The score was 1 to 0 and it was my fault. Tears stung my eyes as the ref. blew his whistle and signaled half-time. I walked back to the bench even though I felt like curling into a ball and crying until I fell asleep, where none of it would matter.
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The 3 little Nerds and the Big Bad Jock.
By Amos Brown
Once upon a high school…….
There were 3 little Nerds. Their teacher told them to go out into the school and start a club each. The first little Nerd (who was always the most positive) said “I’m going to start a Glee club.” The second little Nerd (who had the most free time on his hands) said “I’m going to start a D & D club.” And the third Nerd (who was the smartest) said “I am going to start an Advanced Geometry and Particle Algebraic Notations club.” So they each went their separate ways. The first little Nerd finished first and soon had a couple members. When the Big Bad Jock heard this he went to go mess with them. As soon as the Glee members heard him coming they ran away. The first little Nerd didn’t know what to do so he locked door as soon as the members were out. There soon came a knocking on the door and the Big Bad Jock said” little Nerd, little Nerd let me come in, or I’ll give you a noogie you’ll never forget!” And the little Nerd said “not on the sacred oath of Glee.” So the Jock huffed and purple nurpled and kicked the door down. Then he gave the Nerd a Super Atomic noogie. Now the second Nerd was just finished creating his D & D club and already had a few members. When Big Bad Jock heard this he marched right over. When the D & D members heard him coming they ran but before the second little Nerd could get out he decided to lock the door. There was a knock and the Big Bad Jock said” little Nerd, little Nerd let me come in, or I’ll give you a wedgie you’ll never forget!” And the second little Nerd said” not on Gary Gygax’s grave.” The Jock huffed and purple nurpled and kicked the door down. Then he gave the second little Nerd a Super Nuclear Atomic wedgie. Now the third little Nerd (who you should remember was the smartest) had just finished making his Advanced Geometry and Particle Algebraic Notations club and had a few members. When the Big Bad Jock heard about this he marched right over to give the third little Nerd a swirle. When the Advanced Geometry and Particle Algebraic Notations club members heard him coming they stayed right in their seats and kept reciting the square root of every third quantum particle when the Big Bad Jock came. The door was open so he didn’t have to knock but as soon as he came in the mathematics overwhelmed his brain and he swore to never to mess with smart people again.
And the Nerds lived happily ever after in their mothers attics.
THE END
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A Smile Upon the Clouds
By Kayla Feeney
“He slipped, hit his head and fell.”
“Wait a second, back up, what did she just say?”I thought to myself.
My mother spoke sadly, telling me how he went in and out of consciousness. Everything was being blocked out as I would hear my mom’s echo over and over as I would hear my mom say,
“He is [is, is] in a betterrr placeee now [now, now].”
“How could this have happened?” I said to myself quietly. “He’s in a better place now? What is she talking about?! He is dead, gone, his time passed, no longer around the corner, vanished.”
Grandma walked into the room, looking as if everything she had, her house, clothes and all of her belongings had been ripped from her hands, the truth was she still had everything except her stick thin, frumped and curled over, neat freak, smells like the scent of Clorox, one and only, Charles.
“Grandma, Mom says that Char is in a better place now.” I told her with a confused look on my face.
“Oh my darling,” she said with a smile trickling down her face as she tasted the saltiness, “he is.”
Huh? I thought to myself.
“Then why are you still crying?”
“Oh my darling,” she repeated once more, “It’s a terrible thing to lose someone, but to know there is no suffering and they are always with us is so important to remember.”
As I walked to school the next morning I looked up at the clouds and saw his face with a smile smacked upon it and I swear that he winked. I smiled and winked back as the cloud floated on.