March Creative Writing
Sestina d' Go Follow the Guy Who Was Really Sketchy Outside of My House
1. I was at home eating relaxing.
2. A loud bang come from outside.
3. I ran to the window to see a cloaked man.
4. Running to go tell my parents, I hit a cord and I fell.
5. Limping now I walk into my parents’ room.
6. I start freaking out and they tell me to calm down.
1. Putting some ice on my leg, my parents sit me down.
2. My leg hurts to try to make my muscles relaxed.
3. Trying to prove me wrong, my parents walk me out to the living room.
4. Looking through the blinds, my parents look outside.
5. To take my mind off of it, they said we would go on vacation in the Fall.
6. My leg still hurting, my parents told me to shake it off and be a man.
1. In disbelief, I looked out of the blinds to find the cloaked man.
2. I saw him again, he started to kneel down,
3. I ran to the stairs now, trying to avoid falling.
4. I knew I couldn’t go in the street freaking out, I had to act natural and relax.
5. I started slouching and went outside.
6. Alex has left the living room.
1. Walking up to the man, I gave him plenty of personal room.
2. A face which you could not see, he appears to be a man, but no specific man.
3. He started to run; the man didn’t want to be seen by an outsider.
4. Sprinting for what seemed forever, the man started to slow down.
5. I caught up with him in an alley down the street, he was trying to breathe and relax.
6. I was cold standing there watching him; it was a breezy night in Fall.
1. The man was cold too, he hadn’t prepared for the cold nights of Fall.
2. He went through a back door in the alley; he entered a smoky, alcohol-smelling room.
3. Ordering a drink from the pub, the man told me to sit down and relax.
4. The bartender starting yelling at me, in order to enter I couldn’t be a boy, only a man.
5. Walking in anyway, I walked up next to him and sat down.
6. The bartender yelled one more time, “GO OUTSIDE!”
1. Still watching the man, I began to walk outside.
2. Not watching where I was going, I stubbed my toe on the doorframe and fell.
3. The man ran over and kicked me while I was down.
4. Not seeing anything, I could only smell the smoke and alcohol-smelling room.
5. Opening my eyes, I could only see a figure running, the sketchy man.
6. Closing my eyes again I started to fall asleep and relax.
1. Lying down, I heard the voice of the man.
2. He told me I was no longer outside, but I was in my room.
3. Telling me I had fallen, I need to sleep and relax.
Villanelle
Villanelle
Standing outside with a new ball
Ready to play, I grabbed by bat
Walking up to home plate, I’m the best player of all
Taking my stance, trying not to stand tall
Now I’ll be ready, put on my gloves and hat
Standing at plate for a new ball
Coming towards plate, the pitcher threw the ball
I swung and I missed, what’s up with that?
I’m still at home plate, still the best player of all
I’m still at home plate; will I hit it at all?
I don’t want to strike, that would be a drat
Still standing at plate for a new ball
Hoping the pitcher’s nice, don’t throw a speed ball
Trying to gain focus, don’t be a dingbat
Ready at plate, I’m the best player of all
I hit the ball and began to scat
Going for a homerun, I was cool as a hepcat
Running outside for a new ball
Walking up to home plate, I’m the best player of all
February Creative Writing
Dear Mr. Adolf Hitler,
Hello Fuhrer of the Third Reich, my name is Alexander Chamberlain and I am writing to you from The United States of America. I want to be a historical writer when I grow up and am specifically interested in Nazi Germany. If you have the time, I would like to ask you a few questions about when you were alive.
A good place to start would, how did you come into so much power? You were just an average person, how did you get people to follow you in your reign of terror? You know, you have become a very controversial man. Though you were killing all Jews, there was a rumor that you were Jewish, is that true? Speaking of killing Jews, why did you decide to kill Jews in the first place? I am not trying to say that killing Jewish people was a bad thing, I just don’t support it.
People say that when you have power you tend to abuse it; do you think at any point you became a megalomaniac? As a ruler of such a large force, you became a threat to many people in the world. You were such a smart leader, why weren’t you able to see through Operation Valkyrie? Being such a smart man at with so much power, why decide to kill yourself? You are an inspirational man who started many wars and controversies. If you could please write back and help me on my road to my career that would be great.
Sincerely,
Alexander Chamberlain
February Creative Writing:
Let me eat your cereal
Lucky Charms and your Coco Puffs,
Cheerios and your Captain Crunch
Raisin Bran, Honey Bunches of Oats
And those tasty round Fruit Loops
Would you share them, with no second thought
Be unselfish and give them to me
‘Cause you know, that you can’t drink milk
You’re lactose intolerant
Let me eat your cereal baby
Let me slurp down all that milk
Try to pull my arm and yank it
(but) You can’t take my spoon away
Would you thank me, for saving your life Would you be grateful, for all that I’ve done
Who am I kidding?
Have I lost my mind?
All you think of is yourself
Let me eat your cereal baby
Let me slurp down all that milk
Try to pull my arm and yank it
(but) You can’t take my spoon away
You look really bloated (2x) You broke out in hives
You’re full of gas
Hand over all your cereal
Let me eat your cereal baby
Let me slurp down all that milk
Try to pull my arm and yank it
(but) You can’t take my spoon away
Let me eat your cereal baby
Let me slurp down all that milk
Try to pull my arm and yank it
(but) You can’t take my spoon away
You can have my empty bowl Thanks for all the cereal
November Creative Writing:
There once was a man who ate cheese
Wanted more so he asked,” please”?
The cheese tasted just fine
On just this, he would dine
There’s no more, the cheese was a tease
There was a man who wasted time
He spent his time covered in grime
The grime man was a plumber
Could he be any dumber?
Once his grime had become a rime
When I get home I like to chill,
Do homework, don’t worry I will
Why is it so boring?
I find myself snoring
For five more minutes I would kill
I am one who likes to run
When I do, I’m number one
I’m not one to come in first place
But at least I have found my pace
I try to run ‘til I’m done
I’m not really tall,
Like playing baseball,
I like to go running,
I’m real fast and stunning,
I can do it all
I was in a small town in the middle of the desert. I didn’t know where I was, all I knew was that I felt the need to kill someone. I was walking down the street when I saw the sheriff Heck Tate; I went behind the soda shop. After an amount of time I went back to the street and darted towards the sheriff. Out of nowhere the song Smooth Criminal starts playing, and there I was, the one and only Michael Jackson. I started dancing and while doing so I pinned down Tate, pulled out and MP5 and shot him. I fled from the scene and turned back into myself.
After the murder I started casually walking around and returned to my house, the Michael Manor. A little boy by the name of Charles came up to my house and tried to look inside. In an outrage, I turned back into Michael Jackson and started playing Beat It; once again I pulled out an MP5 and shot him. I went to the back of the manor and dragged his body away.
After killing these people I decided to keep a low profile and stay as Alex. For some reason I got the urge to do some more damage and turned back into Michael Jackson. After getting into my other character I threw a Molotov cocktail at someone’s house. The people of the neighborhood went outside to watch the house burn and I watched from the balcony of my manor. A spark of the fire flew to my manor and blew it up; I was lying on the ground, staring at my wig. While lying helplessly I was thinking “why do I do this to these people?” I caught fire; finally I was gone and awoke in my bed.
October Creative Writing:
Haikus
I am a monkey
I like to eat bananas
I am a monkey
I like to eat food
I start to get fat from it
I eat too much food
I like to learn stuff
I like going to my school
It is large and fun
Grapes taste delicious
They’re my favorite of all fruits
The best grapes are green
I love my family
They’re entertaining sometimes
They’re fun to be with
Tankas
Going to school’s fun
You learn a lot of cool things
History is fun
You read a lot in that class
It is still a fun class though
Food tastes really good
I eat a little too much
Food just tastes TOO good
I’m going to get fat soon
I need to eat a bit less
I have a cool cat
He likes to play all day long
He can get trying
He likes to attack my dog
He always loses the fight
Walking through forests
Leaves fall from up above me
Red, orange and yellow
The leaves are changing colors
The summer turns into fall
Running’s really fun
I like to go out running
But I’m a hurdler
I don’t like distance running
I’m a lot better at sprinting
Who Would Win, Domestic or Wild Animal?
It was the winter of 2008, 1:00 AM. I was sitting on my couch playing Xbox when I hear barking and yelping. As I rushed onto my back deck I was surprised by a raccoon. After running outside to see the raccoon cornered by my dog I rushed into my parents’ room and woke up my dad. Once awake, my dad got dressed and went onto the back porch.
By the time my dad got out onto the porch the raccoon had gotten off the deck and ran into our yard, with our dog following. Our attempt to get rid of the raccoon was rather pathetic actually; my dad had me run to find a flashlight to scare the raccoon with. I went into my bedroom and pulled a flashlight off of my windowsill and rushed it back to my dad.
Using the flashlight my dad managed to get the raccoon onto the fence, once we got to that point it just got even more annoying. My dad and I are standing on our back porch, in the snow, at one in the morning; our plan to knock the raccoon into Felicia’s yard was to have my dad and I make some snowballs and started hurling them at the raccoon.
Eventually the raccoon fell off the fence into Felicia’s back yard. As my dad and I were walking back inside we were startled to find that our back yard and deck were covered with a trail of blood, in hopes that the blood belonged to the raccoon, we went back inside and started examining our dog. On our dog’s lower leg we found a wound, little blood was coming out of the wound so we were surprised our dog took the challenge and won.
After falling into our neighbors’ yard, our neighbor told us the next morning that the raccoon was lying underneath their deck, and their dog barked at it every day. Approximately three weeks we stopped hearing their dog bark, our neighbor checked underneath her deck and said the raccoon was gone, that was the last time the raccoon was seen by me, my parents or my neighbors.
