Once upon a box of pencils, there was one pencil named Harold, who was the sharpest pencil in the box. That pencil was me. Everyone was jealous that I was sharper so they made fun of me because they were jealous. So, when it was dark I broke open the box and left his box. I wandered around the factory in awe.

I felt lonely and lost, and I felt bad because I left his box. Now that box will be trashed because there will be one pencil gone. I tried to hurry back but, they have already been thrown out. I felt bad but I also didn’t because because they bullied me my whole life.

I didn’t know what to do, I was lost and scared. I decided to throw myself out. There is no point of being a pencil if I can’t be used to draw something. As I entered the side of the trash can I had to figure out how to get up there. I found a ladder directly pointed toward the trash can. I climbed up to the top, slowly but surely I made it, and I jumped. I woke up in a box, then I noticed I’m a pencil I can’t get out. THE END

People say the sky is blue
But I think diff-
erent.

All I see is diff-
erent colors every day.

And when I see diff-                                                                                                                                                   erent colors I think
what do other people see.

It was a dreary Tuesday, March 14, 1951; the flight was going fine. I was 12 years old and I was crying my eyes out. I hated planes for some reason, I don’t know why. We got turbulence and I was trying to go to sleep but there was so much turbulence I couldn’t sleep.

Then it happened…both engines blew up and I was screaming as everyone else was. The plane decreased altitude very quickly and I was very sure the pilots couldn’t fix this one. As we decreased altitude another explosion happened, blowing a hole in the side of the plane.

People were flying out of the aircraft, then my mother’s seat detached from the plane, and she was gone. I could see endless ocean but then I saw an island. When my dad saw it he put his body around me to protect me from the impact.

His plan worked perfectly, but in the end I saw my dad dead in front of me and saw my mom flying through the plane into the endless abyss of the ocean. Still in my seat, not knowing what to do, I sat there for hours thinking if this was just a bad dream or reality.

I was hungry, thirsty, and bleeding, and I looked through the plane for food and clean clothes to wrap up my wound. I took all the food and water but it was all in a purple suitcase just in case I had to leave quickly.

I was pretty smart for the age of 12; I was waiting for the smell of gasoline or gas because I didn’t want to get blown up today or any day. So I just shut my eyes and slept.

It was morning; I didn’t want to stay near the plane anymore. Too many bad memories. I scavenged for more food and dry clothing. I put all of the supplies I needed in four suitcases, all of them holding food and water and clothing, just in case I lost one of the suitcases.

I headed out to find fresh water and shelter. I had been walking for hours, carefully drinking, making sure not to drink too much or it would be gone in one week.

I walked near the water to keep myself cool, and it felt like it was just getting hotter and hotter. I didn’t think about going into the forest because of all the poisonous animals and diseases that lay before the tree line.

As I kept walking I found a spot where I could camp out for the night under a dead tree. I didn’t know how cold it got here so I cocooned myself in clean clothing, and I shut my eyes.

When I woke up I felt the water crashing against me. I jumped up and got my stuff quickly before it went out to the open sea. I was lucky I woke up right then because I could have drowned.

I have decided to go in the forest, I can’t stay in the beach I will run out of food and water. I made sure I had pants and a long sleeve shirt and gloves so a bug couldn’t bit me.

I was scared, I was shivering, And I wasn’t if my pants were even dry anymore. I stepped slowly, one by one, and when I finally got to the tree line I closed my eyes and took a big step into the unknown land.

Immediately I fell into a dark hole of death and I just kept falling and falling and falling. I finally saw the ground and in terror I scream not knowing whats going on, and when I finally was about to hit the ground I woke up sweating and shivering. It was just a dream.

The pain train

On the way to the station

And as you walk on your cane

You are in pain along with the nation

As the gases flow through the air

It’s impossible for you to control

And the poised air is to much to bare

Finding a way to destroy the poison is the goal

OB, also known as BO.
Town of the surf.
Not smelling the best.
Home of the hippies.
Always crowded day and night.

They tell me you are not the nicest neighborhood.
But you have the best sunset.
They tell me you are not clean.
But I think you are as clean as can be.

They tell me you have not tall buildings.
But I think that’s totally fine.
They also tell me you are perfect.
I agree.

Remember, Don’t Forget.
Don’t forget what life is about.
Don’t forget that life is worth living.
Always think twice when doing something.

Remember, Don’t forget that no one can change you.
Don’t forget that life is precious.
Don’t forget, to put an apostrophe in don’t.

I am from the books on the shelves
I am from great foods made by great people

I am from the smell of pine blowing through the wind
I am from the sound of waves hitting the rocks

I am from a place where it is always sunny
Where it always smells like the ocean
I am from going to the beach

I am from taking trips to exotic places
I am from rose bushes
I am from home grown food

I am from great people who do great things

It was a dreary tuesday March 14 1951, the flight was going fine, I was 12 years old I was crying my eyes out. I hated planes for some reason, I don’t know why. We got turbulence I was trying to go to sleep but there so much turbulence i couldn’t sleep.

Then it happened both engines blew up and I was screaming as everyone else was. The plane decreasing altitude very fast I was very sure the pilots couldn’t fix this one, and as we decreased altitude another explosion happened blowing a hole in the side of the plane.

People were flying out of the aircraft then my mother’s seat detached from the plane and she was gone. I could see endless ocean but then I saw, an island when my dad saw it he put his body around me to protect me from the impact.

Which worked perfectly but in the end I saw my dad dead infront of me and saw my mom fly through the plane in to the endless abyss of the ocean. Still in my seat, not knowing what to do. I sat there for hours thing if this is just a bad dream or reality.

Winter

the city is cold

and dark not only is

it dark it is

starry

the city is sorrow

with darkness and

dispare not only is

that dark but

the horrifying black

Object that is towering over

the small city