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I feel this every day

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:33

  I felt invisible when I wanted to meet new friends. For example, when I walked up to this guy and I asked him if we could be friends. But he just walked off. I had to meet other people to be friends with. Another time, I went up to a guy in a group and I asked him if I could  be friends. The guys said ‘girls can not be in a group of guys and be friends with them . I was really sad because I felt like I was Literally invisible. I felt invisible to my sister Maria too. She always picks what is best for me. But I felt literally invisible because she does not ask me what I think. It seems my whole life, people like to make me either literally or figuratively invisible. People don’t need to feel bad for me though.  I have a lot of friends because I am kind to them and not mean like those group of guys where to me.


Doors and Dreams

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:31

Liam was in his bedroom, and had remained there for the past two months. Friends had gotten him food and water and begged Liam to leave his room. He couldn’t do it, they didn’t understand, he couldn’t leave his room. As Liam wrote the same paragraph in his journal that he wrote everyday for the past two months, he decided to go to bed.

Liam woke up in his room, but there was a different atmosphere about the room. Liam was used to it, he was used to waking up in his room like this everyday, he got out of bed, and pushed open the door to his room. An empty space awaited him, an empty space with a few doors leading to different areas, different areas of his mind. He entered the center door, he visited this area periodically, he knew that there was something here, something that could provide a resolution. Entering the door, Liam found himself on a beach, but the sea wasn’t there. There was a dock there, a boat docked next to it, floating in midair. Liam climbed in the boat, but he wasn’t alone.

Directly in front of him was his best friend Noah, Liam knew it wasn’t really him but all the same, seeing him again made Liam… how could he put it, on edge. That’d be the simplest way to describe it, but there was so much more. The boat started to move, on it’s own I should add, and Liam stared directly at Noah. A familiar, but unfamiliar smile crept across Noah’s face. “Are you happy now?” said Noah “Are you content with my fate?” A bloody wound had showed up on Noah’s chest and was starting to spread, but Liam kept looking Noah in the eyes.  “It’s your fault you know” Noah said “You caused all of this, but you didn’t have to” Liam kept looking at Noah, but his gaze was slightly blurred. “What did you want from me.” Noah was rotting, his skull beginning to show. Liam couldn’t take it, he looked away, in a fraction of a second Noah had a knife in his hand, the same knife that sent Liam back to reality time and time again. Noah brought the knife down, and Liam caught it.

In a moment of killer instinct he drove the knife back in on Noah, he melted in a pool of shadow. As soon as he did, Liam knew what to do, he jumped into the shadow.

Liam was ruffling through some letters sent recently, an ad here, a Valentine’s card here, and a strange black letter, addressed from an address he didn’t know. Opening the letter, he read three words, “Noah Or You.” Liam was here again, in a memory he could not erase. He was at Noah’s front door, a knife in pocket, Liam unlocked the door with a key Noah entrusted him with. The rest was a blur, finding Noah, killing him, and hearing his last words were all too much. Suddenly, Liam wasn’t there anymore.

Liam was in a completely dark space, the only material things being him and his bed. A voice spoke from nowhere, yet seemingly everywhere, “It was not your fault… What choice did you have… Your friends know this.” And with that, Liam was sent back to reality.

Liam was awake, knowing he would never be able to go back there again. He got out of bed, got dressed. And opened the door to his room.


Am I?

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:30

I am the one who… Who, what? What, what? I don’t know what, I don’t know who. How can I choose? Now, what was I supposed to be writing about again? Who I am. Well, is that a “one who” as what everyone else sees? Or an “I am” of my deepest darkest private iteration of self? Both would offer completely different responses, and lead you to think of me as two completely different people. Or not. I’m really not sure. And I am really not you. Oh I can’t decide. If I choose just one, well I would never decide that that one could typecast my entire self, and find myself in the future looking at some past iteration of myself, disgustedly. But if I chose many, well, I wouldn’t be able to write that in seven minutes either. So I guess I am stuck. Yet again. You choose for me, after all, you are well informed, (I hope), and does my opinion of self really matter? I mean, if you create an opinion of me, would anything I have to say about myself really change that opinion? Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could say I’m indecisive, but to say that would be hypocritical.

"Turn Around"

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:28

“Hello who is this,” I say into my phone ; an unknown caller had appeared on my screen. “Turn around” someones yells into my phone. I began to run “not again” I whisper under my breath. My feet pound against the pavement, and my breath begins to labor. I dart around the street corner and down the asphalt sidewalk. Narrowly avoiding people as I run full speed as far as I can before… It has begun, my head pounds, my hands sweat my body shakes but I do not fall down, I remain petrified still sweat runs down my face my body, full of fear quivers. I am imobile. People walk around my as if water around a rock, a few people stop, give me strange looks and ask if I am alright but I do not answer. My tongue is twisted and tied. My ability to speak taken by fear.  I can not answer because… He heard me no sense in descreshion now I begin to run once more screaming in fear and shame at what I have brought to this place. Why did I move to the city? Why did I condemn myself? My hair is plastered to my face my shame runs down my legs I am so afraid and then the pain begins I fall to the ground scraping my hands in a effort to save myself. The blood runs down my hands as I am ripped apart. My head pounds my eyes water as I strain myself, trying to look up and see. He stands over me menacing dark and deadly. “Hello there” he says “ you knew you could never get away” and I did know, I had always know, sense the first time I had seen him many times, but he had never caught me before.  Any scared animal always tries to escape. In that moment I think only to protect myself, I leap at him savagely in a attempt to defend myself but he only laughs. My hands are cold. The kind of cold filled with despair that eats the light and leaves you with only sadness and agony. He pushes me down and this time I stay down. Little bits of rocks grind away my fingernails and into the flesh of my hands and I scrape the ground clawing for traction. My head hits the sidewalk I see stars and my vision goes blurry the buzzing in my head has turned to a roar as if a waterfall was crashing down upon me. And I go blind. Everything is dark but the roaring, breaking, crashing treacherous noise continues. I can't feel the cement any longer,  my hands still bleed and I hold on to their warmth in the neverending cold. Huddled up and small, “this must be the end,” I say. After so many times i never thought he would catch me, that I would be here.I die. The light the laughter the memories all drain from me, running from me as people from a plage. All my life flows into the roaring river, the one I heard in my head before; the one that sounds like desperation. I am reunited with the demon that brought me to this frozen hell. He stands before me now more solid than he ever was in the light of day, he thrives in this darkness. “My dear” he says “you were never going to win.” My head lowers in my defeat my final submission before the cold leaves and the real hells begins. I feel as if now many years into the torment I have forgotten what I feels to not be in pain, in darkness. Now that my pain is no longer my prison. The real pain has begun not the pain of my body but of the overwhelming and consuming nothingness of existence. I am at school.

Right Aweful

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:28

hellr. name mine aaron is. blu is mine favorite colore.     it is the same color as toofpaste and bluberrees. momy says i is very smart and i is very great at spelling. i's got a 100 on my speling test. i was the only won that speels all word write. me dog, alowishus, likes to eats grape and peenut booter.          i is going to get to be a super hero ones daye. i will saves akl teh dogs and kittees in zee world. i kinda hungrey. me wants some foods.    i is going to go gets some foods niow.









Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:27

i doesnt knew wut 2 right. so i riht this


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:27

Helooo peOpel, Mi naem Mario and me liek hors and coows me liek to fead coows wit me hand fead coows carotes and letice    me and me momy and dady weant to farmars mearket teh othar day and me sah lots of tihngs big and smal me get new bots oter day thay fiet small and smel stinnky form me stienky feat 

Social Media Is Dead

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:26

If all social media was shut down I think it would be a good thing people having to talk to each other instead of texting each other it would be normal. there could be people around that actually talking and being human for once. Imagine if for just one day if social media was not a thing the world wouldn't have so much cyberbullying I mean most of the people that get bullied on the internet it comes from social media just like catfishing there is more of that happening on social media. If it was shut down maybe there would be fewer suicides from people bullying a kid online have you ever wondered why there are so many suicides. I mean yes bullying still happens during school or something but cyberbullying can be way worse than regular bullying. If social media would just go away maybe teens would realize that bullying happens more then they think and more suicides happen. Maybe it would make the bullies or the people who told those kids to "go kill themselves" that it's not ok. If social media went away my life and I'm pretty sure everyone's life would be better off if it went away. Around 3 million kids are absent from school a month imagine how many of those students are absent because of social media or catfishing or cyberbullying that's a lot of kids. I honestly think that the world would be a better place if social media went away.


gmc pickup truck

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:23

you need go online to by a truck. and bulid your truck  to your price. and you need to get a truck for seats and leather seat. and you get your truck.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:23


Dear Mr. Trump,

Have you ever stopped to think about the people who aren’t as well off as you, the people who aren’t as wealthy, as famous, as you? The people who have to carefully plan out their month’s income to buy food and necessities. The people who crammed into tiny one bedroom apartments with five other people.  Do you realize that they are people too? One does not have to have money to be a person worth thinking about or talking to. You put yourself so high up on a pedestal and expect others to do things for you. You are so high up, that you can’t even see the people who are attending to you. In your mind, these people aren’t even people. Please, just stop and think about others who may not be as fortunate as you are when you make decisions about our country. Let the little voice in your head tell you to right decision. Think about all the lives you can change, for better or worse, Please, just take a second.



Dear Donald Trump

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:21

Dear Donald Trump,

My name is Cody and I have to say a few things. First, why didn't we take North Korea's nukes yet? Second, I think that your wall will take too long to make, so just make a fence that is electric. Next, you need to make a better health care service. You should also do a few school visits to see what it's like at different schools across the US. 

Stop it with Twitter and you may need some help with the phone addiction. You need to make it so people see what happens when you don't punish your kids and just give them what they want. There should be no Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook, etc. so that there is no constant staring at phones.

Also, give schools more of a budget to work with so we don't have to use old computers that are slow and outdated. We need to start making our own stuff and stop getting everything from China. Another thing, have more farms so we can have FRESH food!




The Trip

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:20

It was the fall of 1982 I had gone on a camping trip we got to the camp site we were there for about two day. After we we got out of the car my mom said go run off go explore the area and have fun. My phone was in my pocket and I started running and I had gone about half a mile. When I realized my phone had fell out of my pocket so I traced my steps and on the way I heard something *crack* the sound of a cracking stick I turned around nothing was there. at that point I had already found my phone and about 2 mins later my phone rang *ring ring* the person on the phone said TURN AROUND. So I did and there it was a 20 foot tall man with a knife in his hand and thats when I started runing back for camp I was running as fast as I could. I got back to camp it was there infront of me my mom my dad and brother.

The Man in the Black Cloak

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:19

It was an arid August evening in a small town in upstate Vermont. My Mother and Father had a business meeting at 6:00 pm and I was alone with my younger sister Allie. I heard a knock at the door and in the doorway was a man, about 6'3, with a scruffy beard and long blonde hair. He was dressed in an all black suit with a white collared shirt underneath. They left a few minutes later and It was dark by then. Outside a calm breeze blew across Lake Champlain and I felt goosebumps on my neck all the way down my spine. I called Allie who was reading a book, downstairs. I asked her if she felt bit scared, she replied with a slight nod of the head. We soon were on the couch looking out the window. I heard the phone ring upstairs. I swiftly tip-toed up the stairs. I picked up the phone. "Turn Around", a voice whispered. I felt a chill run down my spine, like when you get snow down your jacket. I slowly turned to see a man in a black cloak in the doorway with a sack. I froze. So many thoughts scrambled around in my brain. He came towards me. I ran and slid under his legs. I soon picked up Allie and scurried out the door. "Come to the well" yelled a familiar voice.

basketball terror

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:18

One cloudy night some kids were playing Basketball on the streets until one kid shot the basketball the  hoop broke  down  the basketball hoop made a loud bang. that was in 1585 until  1985 another kid Ward  the kids not to play basketball but those mean kid didn't believe him so they started to play until when blood Started to drip Down from the hoop blood went out of the basketball nobody loved it they all hated it all the kids ran as fast as  they could none of them were ever  to be seen again but after those kids ran away about 15 minutes Later some other kids came over  it was girls they wanted to prove to the boys they were better but when they got there the boys weren't there yet the girls started screaming as loud as  they could but when they stopped they were out of breath and then something hit them on the head  it was ponty and round and all bloody They got knocked out then some other girls were spying on them they  Soul them  get knocked out but they didn't care they still watchet them and they soul zombies dragging them away they started to get very scared but they were the Mean Girls nobody ever likes them  then they all got Terrified  the other girls that were spying names were Emily Olivia Joseline and Lila   they all ran away screaming they were terrified they never went back  to that basketball court  when five boys dared  the girls to go back onto the basketball court Emily  Joe's line Lila and Olivia Didn't want to look all  silly in front of the other boys so they did it but they regretted it because when they did it they got knocked out same way the other girls got knocked out then only  8 bodies laid  there  but then 3 months later they still lay there but then the hospital came and they could save them but They found out who it was it was a weird boys they tried to scare the girls but then the girls scared them and they  got back on them They through  rocks at them and  a big bucket of mud on them and they did not like that but the girls didn't care And the boys Never Scared them ever again Until...


The Man in the Black Cloak

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:18

It was an arid August evening in a small town in upstate Vermont. My Mother and Father had a business meeting at 6:00 pm and I was alone with my younger sister Allie. I heard a knock at the door and in the doorway was a man, about 6'3, with a scruffy beard and long blonde hair. He was dressed in an all black suit with a white collared shirt underneath. They left a few minutes later and It was dark by then. Outside a calm breeze blew across Lake Champlain and I felt goosebumps on my neck all the way down my spine. I called Allie who was reading a book, downstairs. I asked her if she felt bit scared, she replied with a slight nod of the head. We soon were on the couch looking out the window. I heard the phone ring upstairs. I swiftly tip-toed up the stairs. I picked up the phone. "Turn Around", a voice whispered. I felt a chill run down my spine, like when you get snow down your jacket. I slowly turned to see a man in a black cloak in the doorway with a sack. I froze. So many thoughts scrambled around in my brain. He came towards me. I ran and slid under his legs. I soon picked up Allie and scurried out the door. "Come to the well" yelled a familiar voice.

Turn Around

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:18

It was a dismal day, to begin with. I should have known that it would get worse.  At around eight a.m. I got a text from my best friend Joe.  He told me to meet him at the park in the center of our neighborhood in ten minutes.  I replied telling him that I'd be there.  But just before I was going to leave I glimpsed a shadowy figure staring into my bedroom window.  I didn't give it much thought though, considering I lived in a shady neighborhood in upstate New York I was lucky to be alive.  As I grabbed my heavy, navy blue jacket off of our coat rack I heard my phone ring.  Once again I didn't pay much attention to it though, I figured it was just Joe calling to scold me for being late.  As I pulled my phone from my pocket I heard a small creek that I instantly recognized as the kitchen floorboards.  I slid my finger across the home screen to answer the call, as I put the phone up to my ear I heard a deep voice whisper into my other ear, "Turn around!"  I listened and spun around as quickly as possible.  The last thing I saw was a gun pointed at my head.   Jeff's accounts from heaven.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:17

Hi i am a 11 year old boy and im a woodwarking. Im priteshore that im the only 6th grader that has this hoby.The things that i make are prite cool.

The Call

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:16


The familiar creaking of the floorboards is so normal its almost comfoting. As I walk down the hallway I take a look in the large mirror my mom has hanging on the blank pristine wall. She would say its for decoration. But whatever its there for I like it there. I always see my apperance when I walk by. The comfort of my apperance calms me. Knowing I´m pretty make me feel good. Mom calls me vain. 

I think not. 

I happen to be home alone on this particular day, I´ve opened all the windows so the sun can bleed through onto the floor. My phone beeps. Its just the usual social media notification or text. I choose to ignore. Often times, its a notification for a follow, or a like on a post. Nothing I wouldn´t be used to. I get those daily. I set my phone on the pale marble counter as I advenure to the fridge for a snack. My phone buzzes. Ignore. My phone buzzes again. Over and over, someones calling me? Who even calls these days? What the heck? Just let it ring. 


It rings again, this time I answer. ¨what do you want?¨ I snap at the unknown caller. 

¨Casey I see you turn arou...¨ I cut them off.

¨do I look good?¨

The Giant Cat

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:16

It was 12:00. I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up and answered. Then I heard a voice behind me. “ Turn around.” The voice whispered. “ Turn around.” The voice whispered again. I wiped around to see two large amber eyes staring at me from the shadows. Then the largest thing I had ever seen stepped out from the dark evil mouth of the shadows. It had whiskers, two pointy ears, four long legs for running and each paw had four long pointed claws, purrfect for ripping meat. Then I saw the tip of a tail poking out of the shadows. Then I realized that the phone was still ringing. I pressed the red button. Then I stared into the creatures mouth. Sixty two blood stained teeth stuck up from it’s gums. “ Wha wha what are you?” I stammered. “ The largest cat in the world.” It said proudly. Then I found my courage. “ What do you want?” I snapped. “ Why are you here? Why can you speak human?” “ Enough with the questions!” The giant cat snapped back. The cat reached out a ginormous paw and scooped me up. “ Hey!” I shouted. “ Put Me down!” “ Please don’t scream. My ears are sensitive.” The cat said calmly. “ Now let’s answer your questions.” The cat said. “ Now, I can speak human because I am magical. And I know that you have always wanted to be a cat, so I am going to turn you into one. And I don’t want anything.” The cat finished. “ One more question. What’s your name?” I asked. “ Shadow.” Shadow replied. Then Shadow entered a cave with bottles of different colors of blood. There was green, blue, red, purple, yellow and many more. “ Are you going to take my blood?” I asked. “ No.” Shadow replied. “ I just need you to drink the green blood.” “ Ok.” I said. I picked up the green bottle. I took a sip. It tasted awful. “ The whole bottle?” I asked. “ The whole bottle.” Shadow replied. I finished it in two gulps. I closed my eyes. Then I opened my eyes. Then I was a cat like I always wanted to be.



Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:16

hello person who is reading this My name is nick i like xbox my two bestfiends are josh and Qinn my favorite video game is rainbow six siege i have three cats  i like the OKC thunder 

Social Media Lockdown

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:16

Imagine, no more snapchat, no more instagram, no more youtube! A good majority of the world would be sobbing because they have lost there snapchat streaks but I feel that a small percentage of the world would be pretty happy! This means there are more face to face interactions and less conversation with what you think is a boy or girl your age but is really a creepy 70 year old man trying to kidnap you (not like that would not happen anyways!) There would also be a little less inappropraite behavior and a little less gossip about other students. And even though some people are going to miss expressing there thoughts and opinions on pintrest or picollage it helps to avoid people harshly judging eachother and being rude to others just for liking certain things. No social media also means that you will be spending less time coupped up in your room watching videos and more time playing games and talking and hanging out with family members. No social media could also mean people would spend less time snapchatting, scrolling through posts on instagram, and watching videos untill midnight and ending up being sleep deprived and more energized for the day ahead! It would be way more healthy for both kids, teens, and adults!

weird thing that have happend to me

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:15

Yes i am  i am in middle school and yes i am gooing to say        yes a lot becuse this is the wriet awful  on and yes  ia m a ,m so boraad but we can right how we will like to because techers all way say this and that     abot are righting but  what if i do not whan to do that and mke it look beutfull it is my life i will .ive it the way i whan and if i get a  f than i shoud  not be GROUND that is not far  it mean tey hard  but not to a lot of pepole they say A F YOU GOT A F YOU ARE GOING TO DI. RIP>. no it mean i have a F and i have to live with it or  when you woud like tto be  home school here is my  parnts say .NO WE HAVE TO WORK AND IT IS GOOD FOR YOU TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE here is what i say BUT I HAVE BEEN IN A RELLY SCHOOL FOR WHAT 123 HOLD ON  456 HAG ON MOM! 7 8 THERE 8 LONG AND BORINGAS DAYS OF MY LIFE   or MOM DO I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL . here is what  she said NO YOU HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL> AND HEAR IS WHAT I SAY . YOU FDO NOT LOVE ME IF YOU LOVED ME I WOUD NOT HAVE TO GET OUT OF MY PJS MOM . so i am all most do but that is may weird  thing that have happend to me p.s i am in school  do you see how won that batel ( lets say it was not me )  got to go  my mom is all most home and i have not start my homewouk i have to run  for my LIFE  

Lili has is gonna write aful

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:15

lili iss ah baketbaall payer annd lovies to play the posichon 2 it is vry satisfiing. lili geyts too playy wiithh herrrrrrrr fireinss anyd sh ikes ti becususe sheze rlly ikes ta run nd shoootying da ball is very funn becuse fi uoy make ti he crowied chars 4yu nd ti fells geate me like o tak so this sport is funn. u get ta pass da ball ta whoeva i wnt   i luv my frinds becuase day r nice ta mee when i need dem and tankyou 4 beeing dere 4 me...


dis lettrr is witten by lili 

tanks 4 reeding




cin u lev me lone noww 



What I liek to do

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:15

    I play football and also i like to play fortnite on my PS4. I like to play basketball at my cousins house and play dodgeball,I also like soccer,wrestling and I like to play ROBLOX with my cousin. And I play fortnite with my friends sometimes also I love to play wwe 2k18 on my PS4 too. And I like to draw and type. I like fruit,veggies,and also i like to eat corn on the cob.


       I love to play  call of duty,and i like to watch youtube too. I like to play Madden NFL 18,and I like to play baseball,and I like to play on my PS4. And I also love school,Math,Science,Social Studies,and I like to play on my Iphone 7,and my ipad,and also I like to play reacing games.






Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:15

Olleh ym etirovaf trops si erccos.I yalp sa a rednefed tub ym etirovaf noisisop si yllaer retnec eiddim.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:14

I have been playing basketball since I was super little. I love basketball and I want to be a very good basketball player! My dad helps me so much and encourages me in basketball. This year we had try outs for the school team and I did very good at those try outs. I got put on the A team and so did my friend. Speaking about basketball I have a basketball game today and I'm super excited! When I grow up I want to try and be in the WNBA. I have been doing a lot of basketball camps and teams this year. I love to shoot threes and I am very good at swishing them! I am usaully a point gaurd but sometimes I am a shooting gaurd so I can hit threes. Sometimes I get nervous to drive to the hoop and make a lay-up but I go for it and drive to the hoop and make the basket! I play for 2 teams right now and I have a game this weekend which is my last game for that team and today is my last home game for the school team and then for the school team we have a big tournement coming up. Then soon I'm starting another team. I'm excited for that team because we get to travel and my friends are on the team! As you can see I love basketball and I hope in my future I still play baksetball!


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:14

i like to play football with my family and my dream when i grow up is try to make it to the super bowl and meet my favorite players from each team what my favorite nfl team is i like the miami dolphins and if i get choosen by the miami dolphins i would be so happy because i will be meeting my favorite favorite players and be on my favorite favorite team i want to be just like the miami dolphins players and not just give up and complain that we lose a game it is not a big deal who wins or who loses and i want to do what they do at practice or like workout i want to be tough just like them and when my team needs me i wil do what they say and when one of my teamates get into a fight with another player i will go out on the feild and join the fight and if i have to get elected from the game that is okay with me like i said if my team needs me i will do it if i have to start a fight with one another player i will do that

Social media

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:14

If all social media was to get shut down it would be bad for me because i like using social media such as snapchat,instagram and facebook and it would be a bad thing if it was to get shut down.Social media is a big thing for me because when im board i text or snapchat my friends to see if they would want to hang out or have like a sleepover.Social media is one of the biggest thing that me and all my friends like.When me and my freinds are board we always snapchat or text each other if they have those social media.If my friends dont have snapchat or texting then we talk to are parents to see if we can get those social medias or have are parents text each other then thats how my friends and i see if we are aloud to hang out.When kids lose social media they will not be happy.

Pounding at the glass

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:14

I am turning,


I am trapped.

Tears tumble 

from red eyes.


What do you mean,

we can't go back?


Trying to contain myself

as I explode inside,

people telling me 

to keep quiet,

people have heard enough.


In an airport,

finally safe and then

she turns around 

and says that 

greencards are yesterdays problem.


I look at her, 

unable to say anything.


I have struggled and 

fought and cried 

for you to tell me 

that i am yesterdays 



I pound on the glass,

hoping to be heard,

but in that moment 

i was invisible,

one more face 

in a tragedy.




Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:14

How did it end up this way?  What is the plan for the future? Why did the plan change?  Who gets to decide?

We want security in our lives, who gets to decide when it goes away?  Kids never get to decide, it's decided for them.  Asserting external force upon people without a voice is the essence of being a kid, so how am I in this spot as an adult?  

Realizing that adulthood doesn't protect you from others asserting themselves and their choices onto you.  What time of mindset is needed to recover from unexpected change?  How can difficult change impact individual growth?  When what you "knew" becomes the unknown...had you been wanting the change?  Yes!  Were you planning to affect change?  No!  Were you going to maintain the status quo?  Yes!  But... not everyone knew the plan...

Change is thrust upon me...make the most of it.  Grow like you told your children to do, feel the pain, harness sadness into growth, stop blaming, stop being angry, move on.

That's just what I did.  After months of sadness, the light came back flickering off and on and sometimes only dimly.  It gets brighter and shines more frequently, but doesn't always come on when I want it to. Sometimes, being sad feels good because it's better than the past situation.  A little bit of sadness makes up for a lifetime of unhappiness with what should have been.  

How does the absence of another enhance a lifetime?  In enumrable ways.  Change is painful and slow, but worth it to come through the other side... Self determination is one of the great luxuries afforded to some of us, but not all.  I am now the lucky recipent of choice.  Not all of the choices have been solid, well thought out, or even rational.  Some may have long-lasting impact, some may come back to haunt me (fearfully so), and others may have unexpected consequences that bring me joy...

I am no longer sure where this unknown future leads or what is in store.  What I do know is that I have choice again in my future free of the chains and limits imposed by another.  The feeling of fear because of choice brings anxiety and worry thoughts, but strength to move forward and make changes.