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Ashley's Creative Writing: May 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. May 8, 2008. Ten Reasons for School IDs. 10 They give you more learning capability. They help you learn to read, and when you can read them, you can read anything. 9 They give you self esteem. When you are having a low self esteem day, you can look down and see you still exist. 8 They help you to remember your name. Just in case you forget what you have been called since birth. 7 They bring equality to the school. 6 They are the perfect accessory. 5 They are recyclable.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: April 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. Apr 3, 2008. Beside the corner desk, a small darker wood bookshelf sits, one of three in the room. This is home to the DirecTV box, Play Station 2, assorted videogames, and collage books. In the corner next door sits the closet, a similar white door to the entry, trimmed in brown. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Dragon and an Angel. My Pages / Misc Links. You Know You're From Sussex County When [stolen from Sissie]. Creative Writing Home Page.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: March 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. Mar 19, 2008. Each star (*) is a new character thing. She visited her father recently, who she hadn’t seen in, seven I believe, years. She has sunburn now. See? 8220;Where the hell have you been? Mar 14, 2008. WARNING: Some may take offense in reading any or all of this paper. Sit in the cafeteria one day and look around. I’m sure you will automatically find the cliques sitting in the room. Really, it’s not too hard to do. The black clothed goth-emo-90’s punk-scene...
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Ashley's Creative Writing: A Comfort Place
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But please, don't steal anything. Apr 3, 2008. Beside the corner desk, a small darker wood bookshelf sits, one of three in the room. This is home to the DirecTV box, Play Station 2, assorted videogames, and collage books. In the corner next door sits the closet, a similar white door to the entry, trimmed in brown. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Dragon and an Angel. My Pages / Misc Links. You Know You're From Sussex County When [stolen from Sissie]. Creative Writing Home Page.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: October 2007
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But please, don't steal anything. Oct 29, 2007. Drag your thoughts,. From that silent mind,. And make your paper sing. Paint the words,. Into your story,. Don’t look back,. Tear the silence of a shy paper,. Let it tell lies,. Add what is unneeded. Forget to add,. That last bit of description,. And murder the perfection,. For which we all strive. Say Something Nice for Me. You’re a mistake,. You’re worthless,. Because that’s all your parents tell you. You’re too skinny,. You’re too fat,. You feel ugly,.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: January 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. Jan 18, 2008. Streaming Thoughts on Art. Streaming Thoughts on Art. I learned that ‘Great Work’ was never really true, and, as years passed, they became less predominant. That jump from first to second grade and beyond made art less fun. My most complex bird is still that ‘V’ in the distance, houses still uneven. Soon to be a Calliope Submission, any comments on it? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Dragon and an Angel. My Pages / Misc Links. Creative Writing Home Page.
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Black Rose: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009. When your not the one at fault. Hide your alter egos. And stupid codes from the vault. Stick your badge in my face. And your gun down my throat. And were your special coat. Remember your the asshole. You dont care about your job. You make your assumptions. Pride is all you rob. So i will take my punishment. For a crime i did not commit. But you will have to live with it. In your head false conviction will sit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Harden Not Your Hearts: March 2008
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Thursday, March 13, 2008. Creativity smeared blue onto his already lumpy canvas. He chose blue, because that was the color of her room,. And the one she liked best. Mom will love this picture," he thought. She'd yell in suprise and hang it on the fridge. Next to the other paintings of splotched colors and stick figures. Blue was for her room and because she liked it,. Green because it's pretty and so is she,. Yellow because it's happy, and she likes to smile a lot,. I'm half Colom...
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Harden Not Your Hearts: November 2007
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Monday, November 26, 2007. Men Who Stand Too Close. I can't be won by hollow compliments. I know their thoughts. As their chairs inch closer,. Their hot breath on my neck. Some are tall and white,. Others dark and handsome. Inside is the same man. But while they whisper their transluscent words,. While they pour out. I realize I'm no more important to them. Than their girlfriends,. Who have no clue. Where their perfect boyfriends are. Suprised when pushed back by mine. Is I am not.
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Harden Not Your Hearts: March 2009
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Harden Not Your Hearts. Sunday, March 8, 2009. Past your nearly adult face,. I still see the round, pudgy baby. I was only five;. Barely big enough to hold you,. But to ask me to. Was like asking the ocean. Please, ocean, make your waves less fierce.". Mother nature cannot be controlled. And now you pound against the window,. Anxious to see the world for yourself. Try as I may to hold you back,. To protect you,. You look less like the baby I carried. So closely to my chest. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
