Silver shimmer,
Golden ray of light
Reflecting.
Glimpsing at earth
Around gray billowing clouds.
How are you,
Mr. Super Moon?
Silver shimmer,
Golden ray of light
Reflecting.
Glimpsing at earth
Around gray billowing clouds.
How are you,
Mr. Super Moon?
Prompt:
Every child has a monster that lives under their bed. Society’s coming of age ceremony is to kill that monster. The time has come for you to become an adult.
Lisa is my best friend in the entire world. She is thoughtful, caring, and beautiful. Lisa is my monster, but she is not one. I knew immediately she was different from my friend’s monsters.
Tonight I sit with Lisa and talk to her about Thursday. Thursday. My birthday, the day Lisa will face a gory end. I can’t lose her. As I talk to Lisa about my plan to rescue her, I see she is very silent. When I’m done I wait for her to speak. Lisa slowly opens her mouth, and says quietly,
“Sara, we switched places at birth. I am not the monster. You are. I am human, and you will be dead by Friday morning.”
I have decided to begin reading Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I am excited to read this marvelously popular novel and I know I will love it. I have seen the play several times and cannot wait to read the book.
The waves crash on the shore
And bleed through the sand
They slip through the grasp
Of every child
They sing softly to babies
And caress big white ships
They are married
To the horizon
And the sun
The ocean.
This week I am reading Courage for Beginners by Karen Harrington. It is an imaginative and suspenseful book. The main character, Mysti, is a creative and gifted young girl going through the ups and downs of middle school. Not to mention her mother has never left their house, because of her agoraphobia. I have eaten it this book up, and will need a new book by Friday! 🙂
If anyone has suggestions for my next book, or is looking to read this one, please let me know. I highly recommend this book for anyone who enjoys to read about gifted children.
So many lives lost
So many
That tried to save them.
Fires and rubble
Dust and smoke.
Grief strikes the country
Grief strikes the world.
So many people who risked their lives,
Lost their lives,
Gave up their lives.
This Friday,
This day in September
Is so that we remember.
But it’s almost unnecessary.
We will never forget.
Fridays are for ice cream, screaming, cheering, and playing basketball. Fridays are for no tests, easy work, fun games. Yes, I know this is a stretch. Friday is after all still a school day. But Fridays are not for being late, tests and papers, notes, fire drills, textbooks, and doodling because you’re bored out of your wits. Friday. Yay. It wasn’t terrible, just not a good Friday. Especially because if the date. 9/11.
I learn new things at Hogwarts
And swim with a mermaid
I take my aptitude test
Admire Katniss’s braid
I ride dragons in the sky
Then put fires out
I travel back in time
And hang out with Scout
I run with the Gladers
In the scorching sun
Then play hopscotch with Hitler
Which isn’t much fun
I live out on the prairie
I dig holes in the ground
I move to California
When my ranch is burned down
I do everything, go everywhere
Every single cranny and nook
I am lying, flying, dying, crying,
When I am reading a book.
Screams fill the air
But not the spine-tingling kind,
The thrilled, excited, butterflies kind
The whole place smells like
Candy and pizza and smoke
But it’s good.
The rickety wooden coasters inch up
Every hill
And then begin
To fall.