A Poem

I want to write a poem,
but I'm not sure if I can.
My poems hardly rhyme
and I repeat all of the words.
.
`But isn't there,
a special type of poem?
One were there is no rhyming
that is required?
.
What is it called,
this special poem?
The one were no rhyming is required
for it to be called a poem?
.
Free Verse,
that is what it is called.
The poem were there is no rhyming
that is required.
.
But is it supposed to be sincere
this Free Verse poem?
Is it allowed to be insincere
and silly?
.
It's to late now,
to change the poem.
I have put in to much time
and thinking to stop and change.
.
Now it is getting to long,
so it is time to stop.
I am getting bored,
and i'm sure you are too.

The Journey: The Burning Part 1

*Keep in mind, this is a rough draft. Let me now if you have any suggestions, questions, comments, problems, complaints, etc. let me know and I will be happy to hear it. Thank you!!

As we (my brother and I) hid underneath the counter, we listened. The shop was empty, for now. We should try to leave while we still could.

I shift into a position that lets me peek over the counter, and I see the coast is clear. I want to run now, to run while we can, but I have to wait for Justin to give the order. He is the oldest so I have to listen to him. I was never able to sit still. Justin knows that so surely he won't make us stay here for long.

I was wrong.

An hour later, we are still under the counter. I gather all of my nerve, and ask, "Isn't it safe yet?"

In return, I receive a glare. "Hush. Don't bother me with whining."

I always hated being the youngest. It was worse for me because he was my legal guardian, so kind of like my foster dad or something like that. I actually have to obey him. But I am done with obedience at the moment. I sit up taller and again, I look over the counter. We are in a bakery shop and it has an open window so I can see out of it.

"Sit down." Came the order.

I look at his face, and see not anger, (well, slight anger) but fear.

"What is the big deal? Can't we leave hiding in this shop and go outside. I am sure they are gone now."

Justin looks at me like I am a child who doesn't understand. "Pirates will kill you if they want to. You know that. Do you want to risk getting caught?"

I don't want it, but suddenly, I am hit with a feeling of overwhelming sadness.

My fear whispers in my head.

"You are alone. you and your brother are alone."

Justin sees I am upset. "It's okay. I am sure the pirates are done raiding."

That is why we are hiding. Pirates were invading our village and there was nothing we could do but hide. The odds are, the pirates will not come up here to an unimportant store. The last time pirates had invaded our village, it was seven years ago. I was four at the time. They killed my parents.

Tears blurred my vision. Justin's voice cut through my sorrow saying, "Why don't you try to get some rest? It will ease your mind." He suggests.

Under here? That does not sound appealing but I am so tired so maybe..

***********

I awoke suddenly. I never meant to sleep in the first place. Sleeping had not helped me, instead I was bothered with nightmares. I saw fire. It reminds me of the fire that killed my parents.

Justin smiles at me. "I think it is safe now."

I crawl out from under the counter and stand up slowly, stretching my legs. I wait for Justin as he crawls out slower than I, because he is bigger, and then he stretches.

I don't know how long I was asleep but it must have been a few hours because it was dark outside. "Prepare for the worst. It just might be time for us to leave this village. We have enough money. We could take a ship and leave this pirate infested area." Justin says.

We leave the shop, and head down towards the village, none of us paying much attention to the air until I began to cough. My brother and I look at each other. It was smoke. We run faster, it took us a long time because the shop was miles away from the village. We looked up and saw what we had neglected to see before because it was so dark, smoke. So much smoke, fuming into the air.  Then we see it. A huge brush fire, beginning in our village, and traveling at an alarming rate. The entire village was burned to the ground, but that wasn't the worst part. It was heading towards us.

Copyright (c) Summer

My Story

Okie Dokie!! I have decided what my main character's names are. Thanks guys!!


Main Character 1: Riley
Main Character 2: Justin
Main Character 3: Captain Lucas 7-Skull (But you can call him Captain Skull)

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Just One Rose

On April 1, in the year 2012, people on the streets watch as a man walks into a flower shop and picks up a solitary rose. He walks over to the check out line and waits patiently until it his turn.

The man puts his money on the counter.

"Will that will be all sir?" asks the friendly sales clerk.

"Yes, that will be all." replies the man.

He walks out of the door holding the rose. He crosses the street, carefully checking to make sure that the way was clear first.

People stare as he goes by, wondering. They whisper to each other, asking themselves, "Why did he only buy one rose?"

One lady wearing fine jewels and a fur coat tells her husband, "I bet that he is going to give the rose to his wife, the cheap man. Probably for their anniversary. Some men just don't know how to spend money on their wives."

Her husband nods as he watches his wife smell the bouquet of flowers he had just bought her. "Lets see where he is going."

The man continues to walk at a quick, steady pace, determined to reach his destination, completely unaware of the people beginning to follow him.

People driving down the street stare and think, "I wonder why he is walking instead of driving in a car. It is terribly old-fashioned to walk in this day and age."

Finally, he turns into Rose Cemetery, a small crowd of people following at a distance, not wanting him to know they were there. They had been following him for a while now, curious to see where he was going to. He seems to already know where he was going, so they watch behind trees and bushes.

He walks up to one of the grave stones and sets the rose down on top of it. He sits down next to it even though he is wearing a suit.

After a moment, a lady wearing a dress that looks slightly worn walks up next to the man and sits down. They talk some, but mostly they just stare at the grave stone. Finally, after almost half an hour, the man and woman stand, hand in hand, and walk away.

As soon as they were out of sight, the people ran out from hiding and up to the grave stone. It read;

Leslie Jade Mason

Daughter of Mark and Diane Mason

Born April 1, 1996

Died April 1, 1996

The men took off their hats and the women bowed their heads in shame. Today, would have been his daughter's 16th birthday.

3 Reasons why Writing Stories on a Blog is a Good Idea

I think that writing my stories, or some of them anyways, on a blog will be a good idea because:

1. I will be able to see people's reactions to it.

2. It will keep me accountable. What I mean by that is, I won't slack off on writing because I will have people watching and waiting for my next story post.

3. People will be able to see my brilliance in writing! Just kidding. I am not that boastful. :) But yes, I do think that people will like my stories.

Comments

By the way, I LOVE comments. <3

Story Time!!

Big, big idea here!!!!!!!!! I am going to start writing stories on my blog! It will be really cool! I will just put some at a time of course, it would take to long for you to read it if I put it all up at one time. I will try to put one chapter at a time, but sometimes I will put up a little less, especially if the chapters are long.
I will put up polls to see how you like it and of course, you can leave a comment.

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