There's something familiar about this place. Something strange and forbidden. Something I don't like. The vision of something I have been at long ago flashes across my memory, but it's not the way I see it now in front of my eyes. What I see is dead. The vines hanging grey and limp at its sides. Not the castle of love I remember. It is dreary and weak. Haunted. Heartbroken. Yet solid. It is definitely there. I'm not dreaming. This land of peace is broken. Destroyed. Gone. A single candle glows within the gates, my last hope, the last sign of life. As I approach it, it flickers and burns out. My cold stare has killed it. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. This is not a dream. This is real. I can't avoid it. I walk towards the stone walls with caution. A suit of armor stands where the guard should be. Rusted and black, it stands just like someone were inhabiting it, but it looks as though someone has hollowed it out. No face. Nothing. I stagger inside and look around. The pictures are free of people. Free of animals. Only the empty curtains stand behind where the faces should be. The fireplace has survived the storm of evil, but covered in dust. It looks like no one has lit a fire there for a thousand years. The glass in the windows is cracked and the drops of rain from outside are dripping in. Soaked and encrusted with mud, the red carpet still lies perfectly straight. It hasn’t moved. My eyes wander to the thrones. Where my mother used to sit is now a black, helpless stool and where my father rested is simply a cracked stone. Their crowns still lie there though. Looking the same. Shiny and golden. Nothing has dared to touch them.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
The Orphan Fox
Chapter One
The Orphan Fox
It was February in the northern alpine mountain range, Airnispanuki. Snow covered the towering peaks and frosted the magical silver woods. Boreal forests of white fir covered the land. Aspens started blooming green again. Great horned owls soared through the mountains, and rested on branches of trees. Foxes scampered and scrambled searching for grouse, pigeon, and the occasional turkey. Wolf packs ran down deer and sheep herds. Elk cried their beautiful high tune as if talking to the gods. This was Airnspanuki in the cross-month of February and March.
Bears were not the only ones to be cleaning up from hibernation. A little fox cub about five days old was curled in a fort of snow, after his mother died from being trampled by buffalo! The orphan fox opened his eyes by a few millimeters. The evening sun showed its light to the baby when he fully opened his eyes for the first time in his life. Struggling to climb up, the little fox raised his two tiny front paws up the one-foot tall hole. He finally scrambled up the hole after waving his paws frantically to find his way out. He scouted around at the scenery, his head and two paws poking up from one of many much bigger holes around the mountain. The fox with trouble raised the rest of his body up.
He fell down, with a slight "warf", which, even though I don't know canine tongue, assume he asked, "Ow that hurt! Why did you do that you stupid snow?" He tried again, and again, and yet again, and so on, and after the fifteenth time he voyaged up. The fox started puppy-walking east from the mountain he was on, Mount Bisson, the second most mountain to the north. But If you were to go to this mountain and not know where it is on Airnispanuki, you would think it’s in the north pole, near the Taiga.
After he traveled about two kilometers, like an angry lion, his stomach began to roar horribly. He did not know what to do with this lion in his stomach. The fox saw a bush with weird red things on it, and decided to place one in his mouth.
"You could 'taste' this red thing," the fox realized, and the roar seemed slightly saturated. Eventually, after the fox ate more berries, he became tired. Afterwards he had an unusually large body.
A Spring Day
It doesn't get much better-
drawing on a warm-quiet day,
when the cool May air rustles the leaves
and makes you want to live forever.
Against the white page,
when glossy apples
fall like snow from the trees,
reach out and pick a pencil
before the apple moves.
Then make a wish
There is so much to ask for-
a stunning stallion,
a grass green emerald,
or a blood red ruby.
Yet all you'll wish for
is another spring day,
just like this one,
and one more
pocketful of pencils.
drawing on a warm-quiet day,
when the cool May air rustles the leaves
and makes you want to live forever.
Against the white page,
when glossy apples
fall like snow from the trees,
reach out and pick a pencil
before the apple moves.
Then make a wish
There is so much to ask for-
a stunning stallion,
a grass green emerald,
or a blood red ruby.
Yet all you'll wish for
is another spring day,
just like this one,
and one more
pocketful of pencils.
Monday, May 4, 2015
Blossom
A life. We hear about a death on the news and think "How sad". A loved one passes away and we are destroyed. How is any one life different from another?
A life is like a cherry blossom tree. They bloom and they die. When they do, someone will ask "What color was its bark?" and no one will know for certain. The cherry blossom tree is gone. But we know it was here.
The cherry blossoms bloom for only a few days. Their lives, like ours, are short. But the only thing that's important, is how beautifully you bloom. You will change many lives and you will leave many marks.
A life is like a cherry blossom tree. They bloom and they die. When they do, someone will ask "What color was its bark?" and no one will know for certain. The cherry blossom tree is gone. But we know it was here.
The cherry blossoms bloom for only a few days. Their lives, like ours, are short. But the only thing that's important, is how beautifully you bloom. You will change many lives and you will leave many marks.
Only
you
can
make
yourself
a
beautiful
BLOSSOM.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Cat
A cat is someone special, so furry and so kind.
Their warm fluff is so snuggley and
that's what's on my mind.
Their eyes can be like lemons,
yellow beyond compare.
Their eyes can be like emeralds,
like some fancy people wear.
Cats do lots of sleeping,
it takes up lots of time,
and in the poems I have read,
they're all supposed to rhyme.
Cats have little whiskers,
tails and noses to,
and they like to "meatloaf",
but not like the kind that's food.
Their warm fluff is so snuggley and
that's what's on my mind.
Their eyes can be like lemons,
yellow beyond compare.
Their eyes can be like emeralds,
like some fancy people wear.
Cats do lots of sleeping,
it takes up lots of time,
and in the poems I have read,
they're all supposed to rhyme.
Cats have little whiskers,
tails and noses to,
and they like to "meatloaf",
but not like the kind that's food.
Thoughts
WARNING: THESE ARE DEEP, POSSIBLY ANGERING THOUGHTS. IF YOU ARE IN THE MOOD FOR SOMETHING HAPPIER,PLEASE READ MY POEM FLOWER, OR YOU COULD READ KIWI, OR POSSIBLY EVEN WINGS. HOWEVER,THESE THOUGHTS MAKE A GOOD POINT, AND COULD BE POTENTIALLY LIFE CHANGING (IN A GOOD WAY) SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THOUGHTS...
...Like dropping rose petals down a well, waiting for the splash. But rose petals don't splash. They never will. I suppose that is kind of like life. We expect to be doing something, to get something, to go somewhere in life. But maybe we are all just running on a treadmill. It way feel as though we are running somewhere, moving, but really we are all running in place.
At the start of my school year, I was told to write a paper on what education meant to me. After thinking for quite some time, I found that education was life. Everyday you learn something new,experiment,get lectured,get punished and rewarded. Then, I thought "Wait, so is this question asking me what the meaning of life is?"
I have many theories, but I only want to present one (for now). What if life is a game. What if our souls decide "Hey, you, want to create a character for yourself and play a game?" Maybe all of the people who die say "I don't like this game anymore, it's not fun" or maybe they just rolled the dice wrong and they're "out". Maybe right now you're saying "How do you know? You're only twelve! You can't possibly..." and so on and so on. The answer to "How do you know?" is "I don't".
And I don't ask you to believe me. I just simply want to put it out there. There, I said it. Done. Fin.
But anyways, I thought if I told you my reasoning,you might agree with my logic. So if you think about it, what is the point? You are born, you grow, you grow more, you go to school for around eighteen years, (if you include the time it takes to do homework to (yes that does take a year or two) you get a job, you work until you retire, all the while you make choices, and for your reward: You die.
So, to me, it seems like life is a game. You make choices, you take turns, and still the game must end. It always has to end. It will always end the same way. Whether you are rich or poor, happy or sad, old or young. It all seems so pointless.
But don't go throw yourself off a bridge. I'm simply saying we need to make a change in our society. We as humans are powerful! We can chose our own path, our own road, our own destiny! We Don't Have To Follow The Grain! In fact, go AGAINST the grain! But even so, there are too many questions left to answer, too many "maybe"s in this world. So instead let's just know that we are here. Only YOU can chose what you do with your life! After all, it is yours, isn't it?
...Like dropping rose petals down a well, waiting for the splash. But rose petals don't splash. They never will. I suppose that is kind of like life. We expect to be doing something, to get something, to go somewhere in life. But maybe we are all just running on a treadmill. It way feel as though we are running somewhere, moving, but really we are all running in place.
At the start of my school year, I was told to write a paper on what education meant to me. After thinking for quite some time, I found that education was life. Everyday you learn something new,experiment,get lectured,get punished and rewarded. Then, I thought "Wait, so is this question asking me what the meaning of life is?"
I have many theories, but I only want to present one (for now). What if life is a game. What if our souls decide "Hey, you, want to create a character for yourself and play a game?" Maybe all of the people who die say "I don't like this game anymore, it's not fun" or maybe they just rolled the dice wrong and they're "out". Maybe right now you're saying "How do you know? You're only twelve! You can't possibly..." and so on and so on. The answer to "How do you know?" is "I don't".
And I don't ask you to believe me. I just simply want to put it out there. There, I said it. Done. Fin.
But anyways, I thought if I told you my reasoning,you might agree with my logic. So if you think about it, what is the point? You are born, you grow, you grow more, you go to school for around eighteen years, (if you include the time it takes to do homework to (yes that does take a year or two) you get a job, you work until you retire, all the while you make choices, and for your reward: You die.
So, to me, it seems like life is a game. You make choices, you take turns, and still the game must end. It always has to end. It will always end the same way. Whether you are rich or poor, happy or sad, old or young. It all seems so pointless.
But don't go throw yourself off a bridge. I'm simply saying we need to make a change in our society. We as humans are powerful! We can chose our own path, our own road, our own destiny! We Don't Have To Follow The Grain! In fact, go AGAINST the grain! But even so, there are too many questions left to answer, too many "maybe"s in this world. So instead let's just know that we are here. Only YOU can chose what you do with your life! After all, it is yours, isn't it?
Friday, April 17, 2015
LOGAN & RIO
Rio is a yellow lab. He loves to go to King's Deer Golf Club with my dad every day. He lives in my bedroom and tries to eat my pet lizard when I am not at the house. Rio and I have a really great bonding relationship with each other.
Flower
I am hiding.
I don't want to go outside.
I am alone.
My only friends are worms.
I drink sweet warmth on sunny days,
I feel cool earth beneath my feet,
and still....I am not happy.
I am done being curled up!
Why should I stay inside?
I won't!
The air is warming up!
I strech and yawn.
I breath for the first time.
I choke on the fresh air.
I am small, this world is big.
The air is still too cold to bare,
I wrap myself in leaves long gone,
and wait 'till Winter's end.
I am taller,
I have grown.
I have left my leafy home.
The air is warm the sun is bright!
My face can feel the sunny light!
I am all grown up.
I am big
and I am strong.
I reach my arms up to the fading sun.
The time is right,
the seeds are sown.
Now, 'tis Autumn.
Time to rest.
The Winter's cold,
and I am frail.
I won't last another day.
My child leaves my legacy.
I won't last another hour.
This is my story.
I am a Flower.
I don't want to go outside.
I am alone.
My only friends are worms.
I drink sweet warmth on sunny days,
I feel cool earth beneath my feet,
and still....I am not happy.
I am done being curled up!
Why should I stay inside?
I won't!
The air is warming up!
I strech and yawn.
I breath for the first time.
I choke on the fresh air.
I am small, this world is big.
The air is still too cold to bare,
I wrap myself in leaves long gone,
and wait 'till Winter's end.
I am taller,
I have grown.
I have left my leafy home.
The air is warm the sun is bright!
My face can feel the sunny light!
I am all grown up.
I am big
and I am strong.
I reach my arms up to the fading sun.
The time is right,
the seeds are sown.
Now, 'tis Autumn.
Time to rest.
The Winter's cold,
and I am frail.
I won't last another day.
My child leaves my legacy.
I won't last another hour.
This is my story.
I am a Flower.
Kiwi
Do you remember? I do. I sat in a forest in New Zealand.
The sun was in my eyes.
And then a creature approached me,
and to my surprise,
I saw a little bird thing,
pecking at the ground.
It pulled up little worms and squirming beetles to.
Then it looked up at me as if asking "What are you?".
I named it Little Kiwi and we became the best of friends.
I named it Little Kiwi and that's where this story ends.
The sun was in my eyes.
And then a creature approached me,
and to my surprise,
I saw a little bird thing,
pecking at the ground.
It pulled up little worms and squirming beetles to.
Then it looked up at me as if asking "What are you?".
I named it Little Kiwi and we became the best of friends.
I named it Little Kiwi and that's where this story ends.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Wings
To have wings, to sail through the clouds, what a gift! The birds are lucky, the butterflies are free. They soar on graceful wings, gently fluttering on the breeze.
But I am more like a flying fish. It seems like they playfully glide, but really? They are leaping out of their watery world just to catch a breath of air. They dream to fly! But then they realize they have fins. They cannot fly, even if they wanted to (and believe me, they do).
But there is always HOPE. What stops a dream from becoming real? Whatever it is those fish will catch it. And when they do, they will FLY!
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Shadow Girl
She is the masked figure behind your emotion.
She is the burn you get from a scorching hot oven,
She is the cool, clean water you run over your singed flesh.
She could be your lover, she could be a hater.
She reads you like a book and tries to rewrite you in someone new, but comes running back because she hasn't memorized you completely yet.
She is an angel, a devil.
She watches you from the shadows, your best friend, your worst enemy.
She knows all your secrets, all your lies. You know her, don’t you? Think. You know her.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Just Be You
Wake up and smell the roses. Feel new and awake. There is nothing better than feeling free,wild,happy. But the most important thing is to feel the opposite like dark,evil,lonely, afraid. You can feel like there is fire burning inside. But an icy feeling fighting your anger. Just be your self. Stop Fighting That.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Minecraft
Block after block
Stone after stone
Is it day? Is it night?
Maybe I should craft a clock
When I find Redstone
I hear a groan
An unearthly moan
I whip around to see
A bunch of zombies chasing me
And...
Diamonds!!!
I draw my sword and slay the zombies
Suddenly a creeper pops up
My Suit
My Suit
I am speeding through the streets.
Nothing can stop me.
I am flying.
I keep going up and up.
Higher and higher.
Never stopping.
Never slowing.
Always speeding up.
I go into a dive.
Lower and lower.
I am about to be a spot on the sidewalk.
I pull up at the last minute.
I feel great!
I feel FREE!
I am speeding through the streets.
Nothing can stop me.I am flying.
I keep going up and up.
Higher and higher.
Never stopping.
Never slowing.
Always speeding up.
I go into a dive.
Lower and lower.
I am about to be a spot on the sidewalk.
I pull up at the last minute.
I feel great!
I feel FREE!
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Fall to do list (made in fall)
Fall to do list:
(this was written in fall)
Hug someone.
Make someone feel loved and warm.
Donate something to a shelter.
Shed some tears.
Laugh out my anger.
Get stressed.
Play in the leaves.
Play minecraft.
Knit a scarf or two.
Lose a pet...
Gain a pet...
READ!!!
READ!!!
READ!!!
READ!!!
Monday, March 9, 2015
LOGAN HASSELL
Hey it's Logan one of the little school students! We just finished one of our quadrants. We are now doing Delta Quadrant. We are going to do some math, some gardening, and also a lot of history.
Xavier
Hey
its Xavier one of the little school students! I really love to come up
with new ideas and you'll be seeing a lot of me! I am a really
mathematical and engineering kind of person so that's what I'll be
posting about! Hope you love our blog!
Spring Comes
The storm cloud passed. The snowy chasm melt, when the blistering sun showed himself to the world. The storm cloud passed, and spring defeated the cold bitter winter.
Kayden
Hey I'm Kayden. I'm one of the students of The Little School. I love The Little School on Vermijo; it's so fun. We do so many cool things. I hope you like all the posts.
Adrian
Hi I am Adrian. I assume you can guess my favorite color. I am looking forward to writing fantasy on this blog.
Xavier
Hey its Xavier one of the little school students! I really love to come up with new ideas and you'll be seeing a lot of me! I am a really mathematical and engineering kind of person so that's what I'll be posting about! Hope you love our blog!
Zoe
Hello people of the world! I'm Zoe, and I am a student at the Little School on Vermijo. I am a dancer, and a pianist. I honestly have no idea what I will post on this blog, but I am still super excited about it and I know this will be AWESOME! Hopefully you all will enjoy my stories, poems, and research and make sure to tell me what you think in the comments! Have a nice day. :)
Keegan
Hello I'm a student here at The Little School and I love to write. I hope to share my stories and poetry with you, so come back later.
Julia
Hey. I'm Julia another one of the Little School students and I love learning at this school because Ms.Sue (our teacher) makes learning fun!!! I'll be posting whenever I'm on my computer, which is like all the time (except when I'm at school of course).
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(That's my kitty, Pickles!!!!)
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