It’s fun to write limericks, I claim;
I don’t know if you feel the same;
but when writing’s concerned,
everywhere else I get burned;
this poem’s my pathway to fame.

It’s not easy being big

It’s not easy being small

It’s not easy being short

It’s not easy being tall

It’s not easy being in between

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I wish my father cared more about me. He doesn’t know that I saw him hurt my twin sister, Kylee. Two years ago, Mommy and Kylee died. The car crash that took mommy’s life wasn’t her fault. A stupid truck drove through a red light. She died right away, so I know she didn’t hurt. When dad heard, he grabbed Kylee, since she was close and hit her until she stopped moving and crying.
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Tyler opens the door holding Dylan. Evan grasps his hand. He looks shocked to see me and puts Dylan down. Both boys run off to see Jenna.
“Kendra? Cody? What are you kids doing here?”he questions
“We need to find the Children’s shelter for runaways. We kind of got lost.”I tell him.
“Of course you ran away. Tell you what, come in for a minute. Maybe Jenna will let you two stay in the guest rooms.”he invites.
“NO, We just need to find the shelter. Nothing more, nothing less. We’re aren’t going home. But we aren’t staying here.”Cody argues. Read the rest of this entry »

A race against the enemy. The tormentor versus five girls. All our shortcuts will get there in half the time of his car. We aren’t alone, but no one knows. Through a meadow and through an underground tunnel, we have guardians dressed in black. My 4 sisters can’t discover that I know our secret assistance.
The black hat and face mask hide identities. Ninja looking outfits cover the rest, except hands. At the first gate,tiny hands reveal the key opening in the fence. My universal lock key clicks as I turn it. As we pass, I take a mental photo of the little girl’s hand. Specifically I focus on the drawn DG on the back of her hand.
Behind the gate lies sailboards and a small sheet of instructions. We each take one and coast across the width of the lake. On the beach, Zed is waiting to collect the sailboards. He puts them away and opens a new opening in another fence. Two more guardians await for us. They escort my sisters, and I hang back. Out of sight and sound, Zed hugs me tight, and with a kiss on the forehead, he whispers, “Good Luck, Alia.” Read the rest of this entry »

Luna’s been seeing things, here are the facts:
There’s Wrackspurts and Crumple horned snorckaks,
Blibering humdingers, and nargles to the max.
Gulping plimpies…. She needs to relax.

Today we learn the light board, the 10 kids that learn fit inside the tiny booth. I go the first chance I get, however Damon and Sasha are last. Regret isn’t an option anymore, only kindness. Worthiness is impossible, and I will never be his friend again. I wrecked it the first time. The last time I talked to him in person was beginning of eighth grade year. It had been a fight that we couldn’t forget. It got physical and we got sent to the principal. He had told us to get along in class, but we all knew that was hopeless. Principal Wordsworth pulled me out of that class for a term, so I could talk to the school psychologist and have study hour. Ms Handen, our drama teacher felt like she couldn’t take it with me and Damon anymore, so she put us on different things each night we worked. The school play was a disaster with whatever I was in charge on.
I have only continued it because I was under the impression Damon wouldn’t be taking it. Of course I was wrong, and had to suffer through class with him again and again. With stupidity taking over, I took the class once more and decided to learn patience. Looking back at my past, I miss the old stage crew. My perfect class that I could stand, except one child. Everyone else should have been my friend, not an enemy. I make a list of those I regret meeting in that class, either because they were mean, or they made me feel worthless.
Dayton- the jerk who kept spreading rumors.
Raelynn-the one with the easy jobs.
Briley-The Justin Bieber fan.
Randall- the social kid
Rune- the light master
Bevan- the lazy jerk
Ermen- The marching band, sound pro
Leora-the talented artist
Kemp- the flirter
Tavor- the favorite
Sophie-Marching band, costume pro
Carlo- the everything pro

It doesn’t hurt any less, or make it any easier. Bullied once is bullied forever. My self defense is mimicking the behavior, I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop. Its become addictive, he acts like its nothing, but I know inside, he hates it. Apologies are almost to late, so I need to do it soon, if I want to stay a friend. I ignore him so I don’t hurt him.
I go home each day and cry my heart out, then I suck it up and fake my smile again. It doesn’t help to see so many happy faces around. The laughter that fills the hall, the sight of students walking to class with a friend, everything hurts. I miss him so much, and seeing him happy with another girl almost kills me. I want him back, but I know he’s never been that happy.
He walks past, oblivious that I’m around, hand entwined with the new girl of his life. Sasha, her name echoes, as I make a mental image. She doesn’t know what she has until she’s lost it. Damon won’t let her go, not until he knows I’m almost dead. Her gorgeous face is framed by that golden brown hair. Picture perfect, he always says to her, even on her lowest days.
The torment of the education system called school just weakens me. My mind tries to block out people, but only until I need them in class. Damon’s spiky hair shows off his wonderful smile. The smile I never knew, because he’d never be like that with me. I know I disappointed him, as well as myself, so I’d like to say, “I am so sorry Damon, I never meant to hurt you or lose trust. I want to be friends, please forgive me.”
His mask of happiness explodes and I see shock and all the pain I’ve caused him. Then the whole school laughs at me, and they mock me. Damon walks away laughing with Sasha, guiding her to class. It won’t be long before I see him again, he’s in my least favorite class, Technical Theater. Only 2 hours away until they school is gossiping about me,’the stupid sophomore’. I earned that title quickly by failing every class and doing all the homework. I’m not even involved in anything but Theater.
Statistically I speed walk through the crowded halls and head to another day of Algebra 2. Nobody knows me, because I don’t let them. As awful as it sounds, its for protection of my sanity. Sometimes I wish I was invisible since I’m treated like it. Math class drags on for what seems hours. I don’t mind because each minute takes me closer to the end of school. The bell rings and I go to the last obstacle of the day, Technical Theater, taking a seat in the far back left corner of the room.

The Perfect character, the perfect man, woman, teenager, dragon, whatever. Isn’t that what your main character should be? Someone perfect? Who always makes the right choice?  Wrong.   A character is just another person, only human (so to speak.) and everyone has flaws.  One thing I have noticed is that many young authors don’t give the main characters flaws. Or, at least, not enough flaws. Read the rest of this entry »

Anthony ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. Claire rubbed her forehead,

“Only one house left, right?” Claire asked, tired. Anthony nodded.

“Maybe we should call it a day and wait until tomorrow.” Anthony said. Claire folded her arms. Read the rest of this entry »