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Thinking
is so underratedpeople don’t use common senseor think things throughI don’tand neither do you thoughts in a bubblefloating in spaceI wonder I wonderwhat’s wrong with this placewe care about racethe color of skinthe world needs a winI’d go out on a limbto give us oneif I could pondering ponderingwandering wandering uwondering wonderingthinking thinkingcontemplating contemplatingsome dosome…
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Goldfish
I love Goldfish Flavor-blasted, original, and rainbow too If you have Goldfish I’ll have them soon Goldfish are yummy Goldfish are crunchy Cheesy, colorful, yum-yum-er-ooo Goldfish, I love Goldfish Goldfish can be Coldfish Or Warmfish Sillyfish Goldfish I love Goldfish Princess, pretzel, and baby Goldfish too If there are goldfish in the room I will…
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An Alien Conversation
First of all, before you read this, this is not a continuation of Shelly’s story. This is about… well… a conversation between aliens. Anyway, I hope you like it, because it’s basically an experiment to see how I like writing in this genre. Also, this is going to be mostly dialogue, like when you’re watching…
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Part 9: Home at Last!
So, I get to go home, where I am welcomed by Lydia. “Lydia is so glad that Shelly’s home! She was worried about Shelly!” You can always tell when it’s Lydia speaking, I thought, of course she’s always speaking in third person. “I missed you too, kid.” I say, realizing as I said it that…
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My Writing Schedule–Revisited
So last year, I wrote a post about my writing schedule. I don’t really have a writing schedule, but I did pretend to have one for a while before I fell of the proverbial cliff earlier this year. At the beginning of the year, and by that I mean January 1st, I started writing a…
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Part 8: Alone with Daren
The doctors and nurses leave. Eventually my family and Daisy went home. I’m spending the night here. The only person left is Daren. “I’m sorry, Shelly. I was stupid. I will try my best to make it up to you, I really will.” Somehow, I’m not as mad anymore. I accept his apology. “It’s okay.…
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Part 7: Waking up at the Hospital
I’m faintly aware of crying. Of worry. Of people, rushing around me. The world. Spinning. My eyes are closed, they always have been, it seems. It’s bliss. Quiet. Here, in the darkness and lightness and fuzziness of the moment between sleep and wake. The darkness lures me in. I accept its pleas for my presence.…
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Part 6 of my New Story
After school, (where I got good practice at introducing myself,) I met up with Daren and Daisy. For the first time I noticed that their names both start with the letter D. I don’t know why, but that bothers me. When I see Daren, my stomach does the flippy thing again. Seriously, it could try…
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Part 5 of my New Story: Band Class!
My third period was, as you know, band. I walk through the door, and what do you know, of course that guy from science is here. The band directors introduce themselves, and then we go introduce ourselves to our fellow band members. I found Daisy in the alto saxophone bunch. “Hey, Daisy!” I said. “Remember…
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Part 4 of my New Story: Environmental Science
Next period was environmental science. This teacher welcomed me better. As I walked through the doorway, a young, energetic-looking teacher said, “Welcome! You look a little young, but then again, so do I! What’s your name?” He looked like he had a bit too much coffee and a bit too many donuts this morning. “My…
