Prepare for a shock. This is a short story I wrote in the sixth grade. I can’t remember where I was going with it, but it makes me smile to read it. So maybe it will make you smile, too. Chapter 1: Discovering Dr. Miya Helena River, a mind scientist, […]
Written in 1983. Home is where the heart is, I hear people say. But home is something much more. Home is where the joy is. Home is the constant happiness in a changing, hurting world. But I left Home long ago. A Home of grass lands and animals. A Home […]
For an exercise we did in the first grade, we were given a bunch of magazines and cards and stuff. We were to collect a bunch of images that we liked. Then we were to write a story about them. This was one of my stories. Once upon a time, […]
When I was in the first grade, I had this recurring dream. So, when it came time to do a writing assignment in class, I wrote about it. It’s kind of cute, so I thought I’d share it with you. My first grade teacher, Mrs. Shea, was impressed. This dream […]
Another poem written during my creative writing special course. My teacher liked it, but now that I read it I know it needs some work. New jeans are nice, but old jeans are better. Old shoes are nice, but new shoes are better. Why do they insist on new jeans […]
Remember that short story I mentioned my teacher lost? Well, it keeps calling to me to write it again. Here’s a short scene I did for that project on July 23, 1999. “There he is again, that stinky old man,” she thought as she walked past the bus stop on […]
This poem was written sometime during the 1986-1987 school year. A fleeting glance A longing look quickly hidden no one will ever know no one should ever know Hidden feelings rip and rend in frustration emotional spasms tightly kept veiled Should anyone find out trap door opens in the heart […]
I’m not sure when I wrote this, but it was probably in the early 1990s. I’m also not sure why I called her the “easy girl.” I see a lot of me in this description … almost like I took aspects of my self and intensified them for this character. […]
Erg! This is more difficult than I had originally thought. Oh, well. Better late than never! 52 Haiku! Was I on drugs or something? Nope. Just plain crazy. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
