Just Write Summer 2008
SENIOR SESSION
Class assignment: Write an autobiography from the perspective of one of your most beloved childhood toys.
UNTITLED
by Mr. Anonomous
Their names were Daylen and October, identical twin boys born in April. Their looks were the same, but their personalities could not have been more different.
My name is Fozzy Bear, but I am not a bear anymore. I am nothing but dismembered bits of fuzz, sharing space in a landfill with a pair of soggy bunny slippers. We are the casualties of war.
But, as with all wars, we begin with peace. A sunny summer day, one where bear and slippers absorbed heat while our identical owners ate popsicles behind us. And then. . .October went inside to the Great Bowl and Daylen ate both popsicles. I, Fozzy, was sacrificed by the resident dog in retaliation. Daylen fed the slippers to the Great White Bowl. A trip to the trash can and a truck to the landfill later . . .
The causalities of war.
MY ROPE SWING
by izzie
I am dirty.
Greasy.
Filthy.
The runny fingers of the children have been here,
coated me in their vile decay of growth.
All their raspberries in the backyard and hand holding weigh me down
as I lie from the ceiling.
I gave them joy while they swung on me
three feet off the ground.
They swing,
slipping me between their legs
where they were clean.
The inner thighs of children
clung to me tightly,
Their bodies pressed to me close
trusting me with their lives
and I resent them
their sweet sweet dirtiness.
JUNIOR SESSION
COLLABORATION STORIES
By: Noelle, Logan, Kelsea, and Meloninny
Story #1
Everything I touch turns to gold, including the river that I was playing in . . .hot!!
I suddenly remembered the story of a Greek guy who died of starvation because he could turn everything to gold, “Oh my god!! I’m gonna die! Just like that Greek guy!!
My best friend slapped me across the face, “Snap out of it! You’ll be fine. Someone can feed you ya know.”
“But when my tongue touches the food, the food will turn to gold! Man, just think about KISSING!!”
My friend exploded into laughter.
I didn’t know what to do next, so before I could stop myself, I slapped my friend.
“I’m so sorry!” I yelled
But it was too late. Gold slithered upon her skin, her eyes widened with horror and she became twisted with fear. I tried to help, but then I had an idea! I could sell my solid gold friend! I’d be rich!!
“Thank you!” I yelled to nowhere.
And they all lived happily ever after in wealth.
Story #2
I woke up with a headache. What happened last night? I could remember nothing. I had a tattoo of Ferdinand the Bull and a scar shaped like a club on my stomach. Hunger ripped apart my brain and possessed my stomach. “Flippin barbecue hog!” the words flew out of my mouth before I could restrain it. I decided to survey my surroundings. On my ankle where the initials, “J.J. and K.D.” written in pen. What did that mean? I didn’t know. It really sucked. “Hello! I’m hungry!!” I yelled.
“What’s wrong?” my boyfriend poked his head out. His eyes widened when he looked at me, “Holy Skittles!!”
Only then did I notice the two bumps on the side of my neck.
“Vampires . . .” he whispered.
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