Posts
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Swimming (written in the style of Kwame Alexander's freeform poetry)
Swimming:
UP
DOWN
ALL AROUND
Flipping -
I'm Fine
Hey, how’s it going?
I’m fine, you say, but your body tells me otherwise.
Why are you frowning?
Why is your hair disheveled?
Why is there a bruise on your chin?
Why are your shoulders drooped? -
Connect: A Fictional Story
The sun beat down with the ferocity of a tiger. Mia strolled along the busy streets of Monroe to her father’s pediatric practice. It was the last day of summer, and she was enjoying one last ice cream cone. -
From Wingate to Davidson
She stared at her old house, receding in the distance. The old farmhouse which had treated her so well. The house on top of the hill, with its mint curtains and plum shutters. She sighed and twisted. -
Lost
The cold, gray morning made me feel lonelier than ever, like nothing mattered. Like I didn’t matter. Fog obscured my vision for miles in either direction. The ocean swooshed around, churning up gray froth as the stiff wind howled. -
Go To Mars
Hi, Mom and Dad. As you might know, the climate here on Earth is failing rapidly, with only the poles- where we live- being able to support life. However, I have a new living arrangement for us: Mars!