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I walked by that sign a bizzilion times,  The red neon glowing and sizzle - a perfect representation of the tasty noodles and sauce that I know are entrenched within that tiny restaurant nestled between the Hallmark store and the best used book store on this side of the Milky Way.  The place had a magnetism to it, an allure. It caught your eye and your interest, but the attraction was never strong enough to pull you inside,  I prefer Luigi's on Main but it was a bit pricey, the kids loved the atmosphere of Noodle Planet with its pedestrian fair and there's  the nagging voice of economy calling to just make it at home that way you can have it exactly the way you want it.  But that sign, the path of fate that took me to the brink but never across the threshold.  

On Tuesday, I was heading to the book store.  I was determined to find an old field guide.  My curiosity has been growing over that last few weeks to answer what types of rocks had I found on the beach during our last trip.  A shiny and smooth black egg was nestled into my pocket waiting to be revealed.  I figured one more stop, one more books couldn't  overwhelm my collection too much.  I struggled to find a parking space, it was a busy time in the hour between the end of the work day and the hour in which we all really just want to be home.  The day had been exhausting and I needed distraction, that is what led me to think I needed to solve the mystery of the black shiny rock.  My head hung low and I let out a deep sigh as I saw the "Closed" sign on the bookshop door. Really.  I sighed again,  I felt defeated, frustrated at my lost trip and started to head back to my car,  That is when I dropped my keys right in front of that glowing red sign sign, the sidewalk, the keys, the remnants of the last night's snow shimmered red from the glow cast by that sign.  I came to this place to satisfied curiosity, but was thwarted by the closed sign but curiosity demands attentions. I shrugged, stuffed my keys into pocket next to that rock that brought me here and pull open the door and allowed my curiosity to lead me into Spaghetti.

A rule for "no" rules

As I step up to the podium, the butterflies in my stomach go away. I have just been elected "leader of the world", by everyone, with no votes against me. I know exactly where my beliefs lie, and I am confident in the speech I prepared. I begin power, but fairness, radiating from my voice. "My life has always rules. My parents, teachers, friends and even society itself, has always had rules. Always saying; "no, because that's the rule." No going outside after dark. No throwing chairs at people you don't like. No, is always followed by another, no, and another, or even maybe an "absolutely not," but always a rule. People in fancy philosophy books can claim all that they want about humans having total free will, but I will never agree. Beginning at the moment I was able to have conscious thought, I have been pressured by rule after rule. No, after no, do this after do that. While I will never be able to change the fact that society will always push an endless amount of rules on people, I can tell you, that as your new "ruler of the world" I will not force any rules in your veins, or any bogus philosophy down your throats, as that breaks my belief that people should have free will and choice. Of course, I will have limitations. Any current laws in place preventing things like homicide, theft, and other natural immoral things, will continue to be enforced, I promise, I will not make anything new that will jeopardize your free will and free thought. Thank you." I step down and allow applause, then, I turn to walk away. Giving a speech after all always takes a lot of energy out me.


There is potential in the way Earth spins, 

like it doesn't  that anyone is watching 

or that it's off center,

or even that it revolves around something

more powerful than itself. 


There is a beauty in the way we notice the art of it. 

We rise in the morning,

throw ourselves into the glory of leaving,

catch a train to the mountains

to seize the last glimpse 

of another fleeting day. 


We are not duplicates

and we know what it's like to lose somebody.

We savor the honey light.

We are the unnoticed slant 

in the word Earth

The Busy Trees

The forest was busy today. Goods being transported for winter, elders being brought into the winter dens, and of course, the humans decided it was a good day to go for a hike. The walked around in the forest with their short and stubby bodies, pulling up plants and stomping on insects. I really pity them. Not. They have absolutely no consideration for this planet, and of course we’ re stuck here with them. They prance around in their warm clothing and pretend we’re not even there! When Juniper tried to get them to stop the kids from destroying the wildlife, they walked right past as if they didn't even see her! And when we tried to warn the adults that this was an endangered plain of land with exotic birds and plants, they ignored us! It's like they don't know we’re there! It's always been like this. Our ancestors thought that we were only lucky when they didn't notice us, so we had to hide, but now it's clear that they can't even see us. We’ve been trying forever to stop them from killing to wild, but they never will unless something changes. For ferns sake, it's like nothing ever will. So we work to regrow the plants and work even harder to fill up the berries to store for winter.

As the last of the humans flurry past, I quickly notice that one of the humans has left a fur and leather cape behind. From experience, I know how warm these are, much more than any we have. I take the cape quickly and go before anyone notices me. I cover it with leaves, hiding it under berries. I enter the den of elders, immediately making my way over to Shirogane, my grandmother. I know that this warmth from the humans will work better than any moss or scavenged leather that I know they won't give you. We’ll work together for this winter, away from the humans.

Lost with the Elves

I start to jog, jumping over roots, breathing heavily. The air smells like fallen leaves and the sun casts a golden light through the branches of the trees that rise high above me, but I don’t focus on that; I can only think about how I have to get home fast. I was hiking in the woods with my dog when she ran off the trail, and I had no choice but to follow her. By the time I caught up to her, I was completely disoriented, and now we’re lost in the woods and the sun is setting. Great. I keep running, coaxing Bella along beside me, when I trip over a root and fall. I must hit my head, because the next thing I know, three creatures are standing above me. They look sort of human-like, but they have blue skin, and they can’t be more than three feet tall. One kneels down beside me, and asks, “is you okay?”

      “Yes”, I reply. “Who are you?”

       “I is Lily. They is Birch and Rose. We is pond elves.”

       “My name is Amber. I’m a human. How did you find me?”

       “Me see you fall. Why is you here?” Rose speeks this time. Her voice is gentle and high pitched, and she smiles as she talked.

       “I’m lost,” I say. “Do you know how to get back to the trail?”

       “Yez. We knowz evewywhere near here.” This time it is Birch who talks, and his deep gravelly voice makes him seem older than the girls, even though he looks the same age.                          

       “Can you take me there please? I have to get back before it gets dark.”

       “I bringz you. Take me hand.” Birch offers his small, blue hand, and I take it with one hand and hold Bella’s collar with my other. “One, troo, zree,” he says, and then he jumps, and the world spins around us.

       “We iz here,” Birch says as I lean against a tree for support. Suddenly, we are back on the trail, and Rose and Lily are nowhere to be seen. “Thank you so much,” I say. “I will never forget you.”

       “I am happy I helpz.” Birch nods to me as he backs away. “There eez only one way to thank me; never tell anybody else about us.”

       “Okay. I won’t. Thank you,” I call one more time, and Birch disappears in a blur. I stare at the spot where he was for a moment, but then Bella barks a little way down the trail, and I snap out of it. I start to jog again, this time being much more careful of roots, and promise myself what I promised Birch: I will never forget those three.

Yes, I'm a girl. Yes, I play baseball.

Yes, I'm a girl. Yes, I play baseball. 

I'm thirteen years old, and I've played baseball my whole life. Where I live, there about two teams per age group in our league, so the people who have played for a while are mostly used to me, but I know other people on other teams are watching. I am guilty of the same thing myself; when another girl is playing on the other team, I'm not proud of it, but I don't expect much. 

This year, though, is the most confident I have felt playing. My birthday was in May, so I was younger enough to play Little League another year. Because of this, I was the oldest on my team, but there was a boy my age on the other team in my town. I played first base most of the time, which I had also done the year before. This year, though, I finally felt confident in my hitting skills too. I hit 3 home runs during the regular season, which really helped me feel confident. Then over the summer, I played on the all-star team, for which our town's league combined with another town's league. I knew most of the boys from both towns, but I could feel them watching me. I thought I heard one of them ask someone from my town's league if I could hit, which was kind of annoying, kind of expected, and kind of motivating. One of the games, we had a great comeback that saved us from elimination, and afterwards, we all got pizza and that was one of the best times of my life. We got eliminated soon after, but it was still really fun, and then I was left with another question: What was I going to do now?

I could either play on the middle school baseball team or the middle school softball team. I felt, and still feel, like a lot of people are watching and waiting to see what I am going to choose. Well, if you're reading this and think you know who I am, I'm going to play baseball. We'll see how people react, but that is my decision and if you don't like it, that is your problem. That is my answer, that is me, and you aren't going to change that. 

Fables vs Reality

Fables or truth

Decisions up to you

At a loss for words

I can’t believe my eyes

The creatures I thought were myths


My whole life was a lie

A reality in storybooks

My eyes are wide open

Yet I can’t see clearly

To believe what I see

Or keep the fairytale to me


I messed up

For so long my existence was contained

Will I get banished?

It was an accidental slip up

How could this have happened


She saw me

They'll come back for me

Our kind is compromised

I can't handle the strange looks

We no longer only exist in storybooks

The Deepest Hallway

The hallway was never-ending. It sloped up-up-up, never stopping to give me some air. The concrete walls seemed to close in on me as I ran, screaming, up, up towards the sky and up towards heaven. Up to where my mother is and my grandmother and my great-grandmother and my great-great-grandmother. Up, where generations upon generations of my clan, the MacLennans, are now.


Ainsley needed my help. She was lying unconscious below me, bleeding steadily from a cut in her arm. Her arm was broken. Her back was broken too. I had promised her that I would take her somewhere amazing before her surgery.


Ainsley has scoliosis. She has it so bad she was getting surgery for it tomorrow to get metal rods put in her back. She won’t be the same after so I promised her to take her somewhere amazing. This hallway was the only thing I could think of. Airy, bright, with concrete graffiti walls and barred windows every so often, I thought it was beautiful But now, below me, Ainsley is somewhere, stuck, bleeding with broken bones, unconscious.  I needed to help her. I told her I could run up the hallway, and continue to run until I reached something or someone that could help us. Right now, I don’t know if Ainsley is dead. Or alive. Is she awake? Is she ok? Will she be helping herself heal when I get back? Uncle Finn would kill me if I came home without her.


Ainsley and Uncle Finn are my only living relatives in this country. As am I to them. We love each other. Ainsley is three years younger then me, but we are best friends. People wonder how we get along so well. A sixteen year old and a thirteen year old? Really? But we stick up for each other.


I continue to run, faster, faster until my lungs are begging for air. I am light-headed and parched. I need to reach someone to help me. I must have run three miles. And before that, at least four with Ainsley so I am far, far away from anything I know. All that I know is that this hallway spirals around our city, reaching up, up, up.


I’m reaching the top. I can tell because the last window I reached, I could see the city below me. I run the last few meters  and reach a door. I don’t know where the leads. But I’m going to open it. I need to. For Ainsley. For home. For my family above. For my heritage. For my life.


I run and hit the door hard. It flies open on rusty hinges. I tumble forward, barely catching myself from rolling over the edge. I stand up carefully and take in my surroundings. I’m standing on a precipice. A balcony above the city. I am in the clouds. I am the clouds. I am falling. I cannot help Ainsley now. She will have to help herself. I see my family. I see everyone. I pass Ainsley. She is already here, smiling at me. I feel a jolt and then I am standing on the top of the hallway again. I see my family smiling at me. It’s all over. I am home now.

Get Back Up

Chalk Filled the air as I clapped my hands together

My team roared my name

I looked forward to the bar and saw it waiting for me to grab it

My stomach felt like somebody was punching it

This was it

The judge raised her hand and I soluted

One step

Two steps

Here I go

Down on the springboard, Up on the bar

I swing and flip around the bar

My hips push up into a squat on, and I fall


Back on my feet

I take a deep breath

I look around at everybody's faces

None of them look disappointed

Another deep breath

I hop on the bar again

It’s my turn to show everybody what I can do on bars

I think to myself courage, courage, courage

I do my squat on


I stand up and grab the high bar


My legs swing around and I finish



Everybody’s silent

I look at the judge and solute

Everybody started clapping and calling my name

I was done

Another deep breath




Loving creatures  

Valuable things living in the forest

Effortlesslytrying to get people to believe they are real

Shimmering Beautifull creatures   




I stared into the starry night sky, my wings steady and stable. I as I watched the sky I was oblivious to the danger below… so many regrets followed that day.

My feathers ruffled silently in the warm summer breeze, the sky looked a hundred fireflies. The feeling of flying, I had felt so many times before yet every time felt like a first. I did a barrel roll, tucking in my wings falling slightly to the left. My gaze shifted to the ground below where my family was, and where I knew I didn’t deserve to be. As I watched the trees and brush skim by, metal. A shiny metallic silver was soaring near ground level matching my pace.

I glared down at the object. 2005 Drone-bots? I thought they stopped sending those after us… I tilted down my wings towards the Drone-bot and began towards it, it should be an easy fight right? The last-thought-to-be Drone bot made a jump upwards revealing it’s true form. Startled to see that it was actually a human in a full suit of armor I had forgotten to flap and dropped about twenty feet practically right above its head I jerked up when I saw the surprise on their face.




Spaghetti, I all the sudden had a craving for spaghetti. It's just awesome!


I pass by this spaghetti place every day it's perfect!! I can use the money I got from painting the mailbox.


I walk in,  It is a nice place. I get the biggest bowl of spaghetti. I take a bite. It is very weird.


I rush into the kitchen with my giant bowl of long pasta and chuck it straight at the chef. Boom!


One meatball was hanging out of his nostril. He was a large bald man, but with the angel hair on him, he looked actually like an angel.


“Sorry, it is just, just beautiful. I might cry.”


He looks like a knock-off version on Jeniffer Lopez.


I was kicked out immediately.


There's a lesson folks. Don’t be mean to big guys about looking like Jennifer Lopez.


Enchanted creatures  


Valuable things living in the forest

Effortlesslytrying to get people to believe they are real

Shimmering Beautifull creatures   



He walked into the classroom. Everything about it bothered him. Skulls of rodents, glass jars with slimy materials, sticks and moss, the whole place with littered with Science paraphernalia.


And, Mr. Ross. He was a specimen himself. His beard was auburn, wiry, and rough. He often held the tip of it while he thought through a student request. His voice was gravelly. And he coughed. He coughed all the time. One time, Spencer actually watched a piece of phlegm shoot out during one of his coughing fits and land on the corner of his desk.


Mr. Ross did not understand students. He was obsessed with “observing” the world around him, yet he never really looked at his students. He always said, Listen to the world around you.” But he never listened to anything his students said. He answered questions, sure. And his answers droned on and on for 20-30 minutes. It was actually a favorite past time of the students in class to ask him a question that he’d enjoy, just so they could time the answer.


Spencer’s palms sweated. He felt like there were tadpoles in his stomach and his legs felt like heavy logs. He had been working on his Science Fair project for a month now. And today it was due. All Spencer had to show for it, was an empty new notebook. He had lost notebook. Lost every trace of the work he had done.


Now, most kids make this excuse all the time. I lost it. And it’s true, Spencer did have a few missing assignments. But, generally, he was an organized kid. His mom even joked that his room was neater than hers. To be honest, Spencer actually blamed his mom and dad for losing the project. He swears one of them recycled it when they went on one of their monthly cleaning sprees.

happy times

Before the great disasters, the people were happy, the children would play among the tall oak woods, the people would go to work, the elders would watch there grandchildren play in the woods, life was good then. mars was a dull, dusty planet with crowded cities and building of all sorts, it was crowded and load filled with people looking at there phones or on some sort of computer. What happened to the earth people can only keep back in there head, always looking for a distraction, never satisfied, never the same, this new harsh reality was cruel, slow and painful humanity had never survived for this was a whole new reality, a world the no one could touch or feel or know the feeling of happiness, they knew the never should have tried to use their technological beasts to stop global warming, for the disasters they ha created had ruined their perfect little world with all it's little imperfections, that was when the world was happy.

A Voice Found

Damp, sweaty hands trembled. Still hidden by strands of hair, color erupted in my face. I fumbled as I adjusted the calico button on my right shirtsleeve. My gaze slowly rose. Our eyes met.

Thirty-five practiced words remained glued to the inside of my mouth. Stuck. Their transition from my brain to the air had been trapped in a glacier of patterned behavior - a no man's land of love and violence. One, deep breath rattled the words from their cages, and I spoke with a conviction rooted in generations of hardship:

I want my strength to be measured not by the abuse that I've endured but instead, I want to measure strength by the choice to sever myself from those who mean to do me harm.

Thirty-five words, and the spaces between them, created a crack. An opening. An escape.

Don't open the bag.

"So what did you find in the dump this time?"My uncle asked me as I walked in the door.

"Why do you care?"I said plopping down my tattered backpack.He didn't answer.The silence wasn't the only thing that worried me,my uncle adopted me after both of my parents died he said that they died in a car crash but I feel like there is more to the story like he was somehow involved in my parents death.

"You're right I don't,but you've been gone for over 3 hours."he said.

I was robbing a bank.I thought to myself.It is true and I was sure he knew it. He planned to rob the same bank with is so called '"friends".The next day I wen't outside of my room to grab my backpack full of money but it was gone.

"Looking for this"he said holding my backpack.

Oh no!

"I wouldn't open that bag."I said.

"I all ready have ." My uncle said.


Once upon a time there were four sisters and each of them controlled a different season, Snow controlled the winter,Sunny controlled the summer,Autumn  controlled the fall ,and Tulip controlled the spring.There mother and father both controlled winter their names were Jack frost and  Krystal Frost . One day Tulip fell in love with a man named Max but when tulip brought him home to meet her family disproved of him because he had no magic like them but Tulip loved him so very much and he loved her the same . That night she planned to run away with him.  The next day she was nowhere to be found  the knights and guards looked every where but she could be found meanwhile she was hiding in a forest where none could find her but one night they found then her mother and father approved  of her husband and they live happily ever after.  THE END