Is as bright as the sun
It bounces from surface to surface, gleaming, blinding
It gives a promise of life to come,
“It’s gonna be alright”
If that smile lands on you, sizes
You up, sinks in, as you glow,
Lets you feel like the best person in the world-
For a minutes
Life is sunshine and joy,
Laughter and love,
And her smile knows it
Barbara walks down the street of her small town. SHe loves looking at the scenery. Being right at the edge of the forest has it's advantages. She sighs. Home is only a few blocks away. Barbara always takes the scenic route back to her house. She takes out her earbuds and phone. She listens to music as she walks through the woods. Her platinum blonde hair flows behind her in a half pony. She looks over at all the beautiful greenery and foliage. SHe looks down at her phone for a second. She got a text. She then doesn’t get a signal anymore. SHe looks up confused and is now in a dark volcanic area. Her eyes dart around. I’m not in North Dakota anymore… She puts her phone and earbuds back in her tie dyed bag. She holds the strap of the bag tightly. SHe then hears a loud roar. She jumps and bolts to the nearest hiding place. Then lava shoots out from it and she screams. The lava is bloodshot red and scorching hot. Who could live here! She feels a sensation that someone is following her.
“Is someone there?” She whispers.
“No need to be afraid,” A voice whispers back. It’s a boy’s voice. She can tell by the way the person said it.
“There, is lava everywhere, OF COURSE I WILL BE AFRAID!” She shoots back harshly whispering.
“Shhhhhh… keep it down, they might hear ,you, I’m going to take you somewhere more to the standards of a newcomer,” He says.
“We don’t have time for this,”He hisses.
“I will not go if you do not show yourself,” Barbara shoots. She hears him sigh. She comes from the shadow. He’s about her age, medium height, breathtaking green eyes, and unkempt brown hair.
“Okay, lead the way…” She pauses. She never got a name.
“Come,” He grabs her wrist and runs away. Barbara runs after as fast as she can as he half pulls her.
“DO you trust me?” he asks.
“WHAT? I just met you! So no!” Babara yells.
“Well you’re gonna have to,” Barbara sees that they are nearing a cliff.
“Watch the cliff, we will fall!”
I have played for many sports teams in my life, weather it be basketball, soccer, lacrosse, or that time I tried my hand at volleyball. I love all my teams and all my coaches. There’s just one problem. It's easy to miss when you're young, and even easier to miss when you're older and all you're focused on is not messing up in front of your family. It's easy to miss, but that doesn’t mean it doesn't happen. Sexism. Even more apparent to me now than before. My eyes were truly opened to this problem when I joined a basketball league just for fun in the off season. My coaches were three men, all fathers of some of the girls on my team. There are plenty of great male coaches, these men were just not among them. I already couldn’t stand it on our first practice. They treated me and the other girls as if we were unable to comprehend simple instruction. The girls were a bit younger than me and not as skilled. This would not have bothered me, if the coaches corrected their mistakes to make them better players. Letting them repeat the same mistakes over and over so you don't have to yell at them and risk making them cry like you think all girls do is unacceptable. If someone is trying to learn, and you are telling them they are doing good even if they are not is only hurting them in the long run. I would not be the athlete and person I am today without the strong female coaches who didn’t allow any excuses or unfixed mistakes. Another problem that I can't get off my mind, is how the coaches tell us what ever happens on the court is ok as long as we smile and look cute. Telling girls that they can pull anything off as long as they always look happy and cute even if their skill level is subpar is detrimental to their growth as a modern woman. The problem was even more angering when I watched my head coach coach his son’s team. They were the same age group as the girls, but they were being yelled at, their mistakes were being corrected, and they got to learn real plays unlike us. Why should boys get a better chance at becoming a better athlete than girls? It doesn’t get any better the older you get. Even the American Women’s Soccer team, who won the world cup, get paid less than the losers of the men's world cup. If America really wants to give everyone equal opportunities, the first step is making women and men equal socially and economically and politically. If we focus on that, maybe I will live to see the day there is no sexism on the court.
I remember summer breezes blowing through the tree in my backyard.
I remember chasing butterflies around the field.
I remember making tea with herbs from my garden.
I remember building secret hideouts in the bushes around your yard.
I remember wading in freezing cold creeks together, squealing at the cold.
I remember climbing trees, seeing who could get the highest.
I remember the wind in my hair as we raced our bikes around the block.
I remember reading in the library together, not talking, just enjoying being near each other.
I remember sneaking sodas and candy to your room when we had sleepovers.
I remember the worlds we created together, just the two of us, playing for hours.
I remember hiding under the porch, waiting to jump out at someone.
I remember the game we played in the shadows out back.
I remember playing around the campfire, singing songs.
I remember running around in cloaks, pretending to be witches.
I remember the look on your face when I told you I had to leave.
I remember my last day there.
I remember crying on your porch, wishing it wasn’t true.
I remember the hug that lasted forever, and not long enough.
I remember driving away, and seeing you standing there, watching us leave.
I remember all the letters we wrote, promising to stay in touch.
I remember, and I miss you. But eventually, we drifted apart, so I do the only thing I can.
Star was ready to put on her flame colored clock. She had raven hair with orange highlights. She and her other friends Jade and Sabrina, were sent to go on a mission to the dark forest. They were to stop the evil from spreading. The evil was already too strong for the army. Since Sabrina, Jade, and Star have powers and an excellence for certain weapons, they were asked to do the job. Star grabbed her bow and arrows and her ax. She walked out of her apartment to meet the others.
Star arrived in the middle of the woods to wait for Jade and Sabrina. Sabrina usually arrives before Jade, and Star usually arrives before everyone. Star decides to practice shooting her arrows. She sets up a target and starts to shoot. Star always gets the bull’s eye.
“ Hey! Star! I’m here!” called a voice. Star looked behind her. To her surprise it was Jade.
“ Hey, Jade,” Star answered. Jade’s sword dangled from her belt. Her mace attached to her belt as well. Jade wore her lavender purple and sky blue clock. She had short brown hair. Star shot again, bull’s eye. She changes weapons and brought out her ax. Before Star could throw the ax, Sabrina appeared in her green and pink clock. She had dirty-blond hair. She held her spear and dagger in her hands. The three girls took out one weapon and started to practice shooting, throwing or swinging.
Soon they were off to the dark forest. The Dark Forest was a 2 month walk. They stayed on guard in case there were any dangers up ahead. Star was in front with her bow and arrow ready to shoot. Next came Jade with her Mace ready to swing at any dangers. Last was Sabrina with her dagger ready to stab. 3 hours later, Star heard something. She stopped the others and shot in the direction of the noise. They heard a yelp of pain and out walked a big man with bushy brown hair and a brown coat that looked too big for him. He had Star’s arrow planted in his left shoulder.
“Who are you?” Jade asked the man.
“ No one in particular,” the man answered.
“ I want an answer, before I make you give me one.” Jade said threateningly. She held up her mace and stepped forward.
“ Fine,” the man said holding up his hands as to surrender, “I’m Cobra,” the man said. He took a step backward. He took out the arrow in his shoulder. He threw the arrow back at Star.
“ Hey! Watch it, Cobra! Looks like your name very much suits you,” She said as she dodged the arrow. She held her bow up and shot again. Cobra dogged the arrow and out of nowhere a death star came flying at Sabrina. She dodged it just in time.
“ W-what was that?” Sabrina asked. She sounded scared. Cobra chuckled and 4 more people appeared behind him. All with wearing black clothes. 1with death stars, 1with a Sword , 1with a spear, and 1with an ax.
“ Scatter!” Jade yelled. Star ran behind a tree and started to shoot at the attackers. She saw Sabrina fling herself at the man with the death stars. Star shot again at Cobra she got him in the left shoulder again. He pulled out the arrow and threw it at Jade.
There is a magical world with two sides, the Light and the Dark. The two sides interact often but they never usually live in the same place. There is only one place that both sides live together. The Light has powers that were basically invisible to see or a light colored power. The Dark has powers that could do terrible things to you. They come in darker colors than The Light. Each person’s power is different. No power is the same. They can be similar but not the exact same. The Dark is full of thieves and The Light is full of the kinder. There is a part of this world that wasn’t populated with The Light or The Dark. This place is called the undetermined. This part of the world is populated with people who are 5-8 years old. These are the kids who are going to be placed in The Light or The Dark. You have to take a test to see where you would fit in. They would throw a bunch of your fears at you or random things. You will either do what a Light person would do or a Dark person would do.
There is a girl named Raven who is born half Light half Dark. Raven has an older brother by 9 months named Damian. Her powers are invisible unlike her mother’s power which only the finest eye can see. Raven’s powers can do terrible thing to another person, but she is a thief. She doesn’t have her thief name yet though. All thieves have thief names. Only thieves know each other’s real names, and only other thieves know about the thieves’ thief names. She is about to take her test. She could be Dark or Light. All the other kids are probably going to be where both of their parents were. Raven is on the list to take the test
most people know there’s a difference between hearing and listening
hearing is external and listening is thinking
but more than that, listening is caring
take the time to listen
Listen to the birds singing in the morning
Listen to the people laughing with joy
Listen to the quiet details in your favorite song
Don’t just hear
Listen to the crack in someone's voice before they cry
Listen to the emotions when someone speaks
because Listening is feeling
Listening is connecting
Listening is understanding
inspired by the lyric "I don't want to be heard, I want to be listened to" (Forest Twenty One Pilots)
Slippery, buttery sunshine
Shiny gold skies
Slide beneath the horizon.
The last of the light still fills the sky.
Still full of color,
Of the previous events.
This color creates
A beautiful collection of,
Glimmering on the water’s surface.
As the night sets in,
Wisps of color remind me of the sunshine
As I say goodbye
To the last light
Wherever you are
Whatever you think
One thing's for sure
Our life will change
It was a crazy race
With it’s up and downs
November 8th 2016
Your life was changed
Too scared to watch
Up till the end
Too scared to check
Waiting for school
To find out
Or maybe you knew
You know you’re side
Now we have a
World Split in Half
Sitting in the sand, with the sun radiating warmth, a slight breeze blowing past, I can hear children laughing, people all around. The water laps at my feet, almost cold, but not quite. I can feel the sand in between my toes, soft and sharp at the same time. I close my eyes, content, the shushing sound of waves lulling me to sleep.