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"#*! #$*%!+* #*+! it!" burst through the silence. Stupid bloody morning. This happy thought ran through my head as I tried to black out the sunlight streaming through my mind. Oh #!*% I'm late for school. Oh wait, there is no more school. After last Monday, there isn't any school anymore. After all, how can school or jobs function without clocks, computers, or money? I stumble out of my room to go to the bathroom-outside. The park across the street, which had once been a place of fun and laughter, was now a field or Porta Potties. All the parks were like this now, since there was no more indoor plumbing. After crossing the once busy street, I entered my house to find my Mom on the couch, cursing the lack of edible food. Since the economy crashed due to the loss of banks, my parents were both laid off. Everyone's parents were, actually. And I thought my Mom was crazy when she said the technology would be our downfall. Ironic, huh? A dark chuckle escapes my lips as I looked around. I never thought I'd miss school, but it's a lot worse than you'd think to have absolutely nothing to do. After all, most of my friends could no longer hang out, since they were just trying to survive. And they lived across town. Oh well, life sucks. "Mom, I'm going out, love you, bye." I said this wearily, knowing probably she wouldn't hear or care. She'd been depressed since the bomb. Walking out, I realized how strange it was that a sunny spring day could be so depressing. The now dead cars were grim reminders of what we had lost. I walked down Canyon, ignoring the many bums trying to get some help. Everyone was hard up now. The streets were filled with the homeless, the ones who'd been thrown out. The squatters. Of course, that's what we were, but whatever. It's funny the government was still trying to impose order, even though they were just as powerless as the rest of us . . .

The putrid smell of rotting meat reached my nose. I wanted to go outside and puke my guts out. I rolled off my stomach and on to my back. The smell was even stronger in this position. The cover over me was itchy. I pulled it off, but it was too cold. Stupid furnace must be broken. I thought. By the smell of it, the fridge was broken too. I rolled over to check my clock, but fell off a heap of fur onto a cave floor. It was freezing. This is not my bedroom. I thought as I hugged my teddy bear closer. I heard a noise from where I had been sleeping. I went to the corner and something hit me. I was in a cave with someone, I didn't know, in my pajamas. A sound came from the mound of fur, "Smaguu wake, wake."
"I'm up, but my name is Kate."
"Who Kate?"
A caveman rose from the pile. A scream passed through my lips and black covered my mind.

When I first woke up, I went to the bathroom. I went outside where it was freezing. I found the nearest tree. Without brushing my teeth or taking a shower, I dress into my animal skin rugs and get ready to hunt some deer of rabbit. After a few shots with my bow and arrow, breakfast is being cooked over the fire. After a hardy meal, I walk to my education facility which is a mile away. It is difficult to learn there because all the info is worthless and cannot be applied to real life anway. After school, my friends and I play Who Can Catch the Biggest Animal for Dinner. After lots of physical play, I go to sleep.

I lurched out of bed. Ug, I'm late again. Stupid alarm didn't go off. I glanced at the glowing red numbers of my alarm clock. Power must have gone out. I mused.
I rolled out of bed, whacked my alarm clock, but only succeeded in hurting my hand. I threw on my clothes I had lain out.
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a banana and bolted out the door. I sprinted to the bus stop.
I noticed the lack of traffic. It was then I noticed the silence. No hum of distant traffic . . .

I lurched out of bed, sixth day without hygiene. I opened the fridge, grabbed a lump of cheese, cut off the mold. Mmmm, bread-lunch-dinner. One meal and no more food. Well, I guess it's just a matter of time . . .

I woke up. My back was sore because I slept on a rock bed. I wore a polar bear coat and squirrel fur pants.
The outside was freezing, it was like 15 below. I went to the bathroom. Golly how ugly this bathroom is! There were six poops in the old rock toilet.
I brushed my teeth with grass and salt water. I went to the kitchen. There were six pieces of deer and Tyrannosaurus Rex meat. It was already rotten, but I ate it anyway. It was a weird and delicious breakfast.
I packed my stone bag with my stone books and stone pencils. I went to hunting school. The teacher was so ugly and when she spoke you could see her smelly breath.
Everyone in class ran away, but I was still in the classroom. I had a heart attack because of my awful teacher's breath. It smelled like poop and rotten mammoth meat.
Then I died.

I woke up and went to the bathroom underground. I went outside for breakfast and had bugs and bug's milk.
I had to go to school early because it was 20 miles away. It started at 7 in the morning and I had to leave at midnight.
When I got to school, it was dark inside, no light. It was so dirty. There were dead plants and all the teachers were dead.
After school I went back to my house. It was in the forest. I made some weapons to kill some animals. I made a spear with rocks.
I saw King Kong. I killed him and tried to make a fire with rocks. Kong would give me a year supply of food!
I went to sleep. It was freezing. Then I froze.
In the future, a person found me and tried to kill me because I killed King Kong. Then I got killed by that person.

Selections from Just Write Senior

I believe in the Earth.
I believe in the sky,
The rain,
And the fire.
I believe in the galaxy that is our shield
our Protection from the
rest of the universe.

I believe that everything
will tell us what we need
to know, from goddess to
Carpet piles. and
I hope to hell that we'll
listen. The wind will blow in our ears whispering to
us, the heat will tell
us by its wrath, and the
rain will tell us by
its quantity. But will we
listen? Will we hear?
Or will we just Sit?
quietly in our cars producing
tons of carbon by the h///
Will we hear the cries of
dying animals and the pleas of
the wilting Plants? Will we c///
to be stubbornly deaf until
all we love and care about
has gone and
our lives are on the
line? Or can we pull ourselves
Out, and learn from this
experience?
It all comes down to this in
the end are we going to live
or are we going to die?
-Anonymous


I believe I view the world through
plexiglass; that there is a barrier between
me and the rest of the world, which
keeps me from fully understanding or
relating to humanity as a whole, or even
just a little.

I believe it will never show when
I am near, but only in some distant
land, and by the time I get there it
will be gone. Such is my lot in life.

I believe that my life is like a
book, which probably explains why I
narrate everything I do inside my head
and why I keep coming up with random
ideas for stories which invade my mind
until I try to write them down, and that's
when they slip away.

I believe I have no idea how to
incorporate the word waterfall into this
credo.
-Anonymous


Rain, sea, lightning, heart, beige clocks.

I believe in rain
falling, falling
  a never-ending euphony
And
I believe in lightning
striking, striking
  a crashing there-and-gone silence
And
I believe in the seas
rising, falling
  A slow and steady always-life

The elements open hearts
souls
Tear them open, wound them
And leave it to us to
  heal them

And I believe in dreams
coming,coming
  dreams of rain and lightning and seas
  dreams of the hurt and the healed inside me.

But they believe in clocks
Ticking ticking
  Drilling into me  (but I still dream)
-Averie


In the beginning, there was only stardust, floating in the blackness of the universe. But the calm and peaceful void only served as a veil for what was truly happening in the cold and infinite space. For there was more than just stardust in reality. The two gods here at war with each other. They were Jÿsh, the god of air and Fire and all that was light and good, with the body of the tiger, and Seimei, the god of earth and water and all that was dark and evil, with the head of a llama. And as their swords of elements clashed together, the heavens ran out with the sound of thunder. For thousands of years this war had lived and it would so for thousands more. And as Jÿsh and Seimei's swords crashed together, the elements that make up the weapons come together and parts break off. They rain down and form planets full of life and death. And that is how this world came into being. And while the children sit at their school desks and the adults rush through their lives, Jÿsh and Seimei continue to fight. But one day, one sword will be no more and that god shall loose the war they have created. But shall that ill-fated god be Seimei. or Jÿsh?
-Renee B.


I believe in fantasy, which I know I will find for real someday.
I believe in love and the sweet feeling it brings like the soft pelting of rain.
I believe in courage and that weakness has no place in a person's soul.
I believe in anger, the veil that hides everything you don't want to be seen.
I believe in strength, and the hardness it lends a person when they need something to protect them, like a school desk a child crawls under during an earthquake.
I believe that everything has a soul, even wolves, llamas, trees, flowers, saints, murderers.
I believe we all come from the same place and will all return there, to the star dust that creates us all.
I believe in revenge, for nothing should go unpunished.
And, most importantly, I believe in myself.
Because nothing is more important.
-Renee B.


A grotesque wind twists around

the temple

a buddha rests inside, a horrible

mockery of peace

a lemon filled mouth snarls at passerbys

feet caught in blocks of cold ice

a pointed crown catches rusty maple leaves

from darkly leaden sky
--Nick

Writing from Just Write Junior
Fall 2006

Who started time?
Why do people get silly?
How do rubies get their color?
Are people going to live on Mars by 2010?
How big is the universe going to get?
  --Maya


How many winters does the Earth have?
How old is the universe?
How old is water?
  --George


When was the Earth born?
Who is the stupidest person on Earth?
When was the Earth born?
Why did the boy throw the butter?
  --Jayoung


How many pounds of dirt are there in the Earth?
What was the rabbit called before 'rabbit'?
  --Sukhyung


How many hairs do you have?
What does brown taste like?
Is chocolate alive?
Is chocolate made out of human waste?
  --Jeffrey


How many people are there on the Earth?
Why don't we eat people?
How many cities are there on the Earth?
How much blood is in my body?
How many games are there on Earth?
How many TVs are there in the Earth?
  --Hyung tak


How many universes are in one universe?
What kind of dogs are not dogs?
If a four-leaf clover is not rare, is it still lucky?
When did time begin with light?
Where did history go when that time has past?
How can you get smarter without remembering?
Who invented math and science?
Are the aliens like humans?
Is there a god for losers?
Are imaginary friends real?
  --Qimin


Do aliens exist?
Why do people exist?
Why do people have eyes?
How many cells are in our bodies?
  --Patrick


Why do they call November November?
Why are people's brains so well developed and not dogs'?
Why can't boys wear skirts?
Why does Michelle like melons?
Why don't dogs tell jokes?
  --H.L. (Helen)


How many things do you have?
What do you want?
Why do you eat Korean food?
Why do you eat glasses?
What does time feel like?
  --Daniel


How many trees are there in 3006?
Which dogs have six feet?
Why do you call Helen Helen?
Why are you a human?
Which birds eat humans?
Which flies eat frogs?
  --Michelle


Does your dog like you?
How many clocks are there in the world?
How do you think?
Why do you steal?
Why do you like to steal?
  --Hae Won


How many sunflowers are there?
Where is everyone?
Who is the least powerful?
Who is the most greedy?
Which elephant is the cleverest?
How many grains of dirt are there in the world?
  --Devin


Just Write Spring 2006

Acrostic Poems by Just Write Jr.

Sea is where I live
Ear is what I don't have
Air is what I don't breathe
Shell is what I have
Hail is my fear
East is where I am facing
Lame!
Lame, I'm not lame
--Qimin Wu

Birthdays are very fun
It is sweet
Restroom after you eat.
Today we have a party
High-speed jumping and messing around
Daytime no cake
Americans like it
Yumm, yumm.

Cake rocks
American food
Kill you if you eat too much
Eew, I ate too much.
--George

Shiny and so bright
They even have their own song
A happy time looking at them
Rushing through the day, visible in the night
Sunny like the sun
--Alex Cai

Dinosaurs are scary
It's a kind of bone
No, it's a kind of dinosaur, too.
On the ground!
See it!
A ground it's looking for something
Ugo find that
Ring is big.

Sun is hot
Kids don't like it
Egg is big
Light is bright
Eagle is smaller than this
That is very big
Oh! Let's go
Nice!
--Jayoung

Over the
Cow-colored
Town
Of death,
Poverty, uranium
Universe of
Stupidness
--Theo

Sun is bright
Up in the sky and under the sky,
No where is dark.
Sometimes the sun is shy, so he covers himself with clouds
High in the sky, but it is bright and warm.
If it is cold, it makes you warm.
No one hates the sun.
Everyone likes the sun.
--Sukhyung

Cowboy, wear this boot!
Other people said
Wow-cool boots
Buy these boots, it's too hard
Orange-colored boots
Yellow boots have some gold color.
Boys want to be cowboys.
Oops-not all boys
Other boys want to be other things, an example is
Teachers
--Jeffrey Won

Sun is bright
Up in the sky and under the sky,
No where is dark.
Sometimes the sun is shy, so he covers himself with clouds
High in the sky, but it is bright and warm.
If it is cold, it makes you warm.
No one hates the sun.
Everyone likes the sun.
--Sukhyung

Sun is very shiny
Now I will go outside
And I'm going to play music.
Ready to play music?
Eat some snacks.

Dogs are eating snacks too?
Really! Dogs are eating the snacks
Under the table
Making a concert.
--James Shin

Super smart
Teenagers make
U-bombs to blow up the
Planet
Icky
Doom

So
Teenagers
Are
Rulers of stupid
Stars
--Alex Zhan

Raining outside
And cloudy too.
It's a bad day to go outside and play.
No, no I hate rainy days.
Clouds are gone now
Loud birds are singing
Oh! I can go outside and play with my friends!
Ugo, let's play outside!
Day is shiny, I love shiny days.
--Jenny Shin

Supplies carrier for sports
Practicing gear inside
Outside protection for weather
Railgun protection, too
Too disgusting for someone starving to eat
So dull and boring

Bats you pack in it, even try to hit with it
Attitude to all
Goofy looking when emply.
--Alex Cai

Sunshine is warm.
Tests are hard.
All right, I'll do it because my teacher makes me.
Run, run after the test.
So what else can I do?
--George

Gray-haired Robin and Nill in the piano room.
Robin is playing the piano.
And
Nill is playing the piano, too. A
Doll is on the grand piano.

Playing the piano is so cool.
I like piano.
And a boy
Named Jeffrey likes piano, too.
Oh! I forgot to play the piano!
--Irene Won

Flame is not in me
Light is what I'm good at
A rat is what I scare
Shadow is what I destroy
Hair is what I don't have
Light is also when I don't have
In my batteries, they're dead
Goodness, they're like my
Heart
That's what I need.
--Qimin Wu

A
Tyrannosaurus Rex
Oses stuff
Onto it
To use it for a
Hall of doom to
Burn
Rubber with
Universal pa-
St and to brush your
Hairy teeth
--Theo

Stars have light
They live in space or sky?
Air lives in their body
Roll-roll around in space
Sky loves stars?
--Jeffrey Won

Dragons will
Rule every
Almighty
God and goddess
On the planet of
Nexxes where

Blood is the
Opening to an
Alternate world of magical
Tentacles
--Alex Zhan

Questions are good for studying.
Usually answers are smart. I in one country,
Everyone can answer the question.
Smart people are in that one country. And other countries
Try again.
In that country they have smart people. If you want a str-
Ong country, answer the many questions. Stro-
Ng country people are smart.
--Irene Won

Digital camera is a pain
In the butt.
Gives you nothing but
Ignorance.
Telling you that you
Are dumb.
Laughing silently at you.

Cranky all the time.
Always blackmailing you.
Machine-gunning you
Every day.
Reaping you at your death,
Angry forever you will be.
--Alex Zhan

Selected poetry from Just Write Senior:

She awoke one morning
And the world had no color
She walked on
On the gray pavement
And nothing was vivid
Music wouldn't seize your soul
And pound through your living veins like savage fire
Until you were filled with harmony
And you would never wish to cut out your heart
And instead cage a live shadow-winged raven in your prison of bone
Because a raven wouldn't betray you
to a myriad of ends
It was winter
In the summer
Snow fell
But the flakes felt like nothing
And the air didn't move
No one seemed to notice
Because they didn't know why
Had never let
That most terrible secret grace their ears

She knows
And knowledge is power
She remembers
When the world was vivid
When music made you feel radiant
And sorrow and hate and passion and love
Brought those doe-eyed children of tomorrow
All bearing scars
To their inherited earth

Now she walks
And now she breathes
She tries to listen to her heart
But it doesn't beat
Her skin is empty
And so
She bites at her hand
And her blood is still red
Her pulse drums out the pattern of her life
And so
She opens the cut wide
And lets the rhythm and the red blood
Spill on the snow
A reminder of the old days
to a brave new world
A last gift to a dying earth

And ravens fly over
And they see that color of life
Printed in the freakish snow
In awe, they circle closer
Then perch upon the still-warm fingers
Then
As if called
by an unseen sachem,
or a benign zephyr
Their dark wings are patterned against the heavens once more
But they bring the girl with them
Borne on that fluid curtain of twilight feathers
To clearer skies

-By Explodeahipppie