Silver Light
Shining
eye-catching
sliver light
you fade away
the light goes dark
awaiting stands the afterlife.
The silver light was drawing near
daring yourself
to peek out and see
the silver light
stands bright and tall
flashing lights
shine all along
What other people will fall for traps like this?
Things may not be like they seem
I learnt this quite the hard way
Though silver lights are catchy
perfect
gleaming
captivating...
Sometimes its better to keep to yourself
when harms way can be close to reach.
Make sure you know your boundaries
and silver light will recede.
Siri, please make me a sandwich.
Me: Siri, please make me a sandwich.
Siri: I’m sorry, I do not have the condiments.
Me (getting angry): Siri, I command you to make me a sandwich!
Siri: I’m sorry, Elie. I do not have the condiments to make a sandwich.
Me (slams down the phone): Siri, I’m done with you! Make me a sandwich or else!
Siri: Elie, why don’t you make me a sandwich?
*awkward silence*
Murdering three
I was nine years old when I murdered my friend, Nessie.
She had died fast, her body thrashing on the ground. I stared, awestruck. The only sadness I’d felt was when it was over. Destructive me.
I was ten years old when I killed Finley. He died the same way as Nessie, his body thrashing on the ground, squirming. It was a really interesting sight. And I've kept it a secret, because I'm pretty sure no one would have liked to hear that I had killed two of my good friends.
Finley and Nessie are buried together. I didn’t have that much space for them, because they were... well, they were really big. I used a shovel to sink them into the ground, and then I prayed for them.
I did the same thing when I was eleven to my other friend, Feefee. She died the same way, and I began getting bored of killing. I went out to bury Feefee that day, but then, my dad my stepped outside.
“Athena, will you take out the gar-” he’d started to say, then stopped when he saw me. His eyes grew big.
I was dragging Feefee out onto the lawn. My dad’s eyes grew even larger, if that was even possible, and his eyebrows bended over so much that they crossed. He looked ready to choke, and I couldn’t blame him. Dragging something takes a lot of effort.
“What is that your carrying?” He asked, his eyes now bulging out of his head. He closed his eyes. “Oh God, tell me I’m dreaming, tell me this isn’t real.”
He told me I had a lot to explain. And I did, later. I told him about Nessie, Finley, and Feefee.
Nessie, Finley, and Feefee.
In my life, I’ve murdered three.
Fish.
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Title: Murdering three
Genre: Children’s books maybe
Age range: 8-11
Word count: 258 words.
Author name: Elie (just first name for now :) )
Why it is a good fit: I'm not sure if it's a good fit based on what you're looking for, but I just thought this would be a fun contest to enter!
The hook: That the three that the Athena’d killed were fish... instead of humans.
Target audience: Most likely children, I think?
Platform: N/A
Education: Middle School
Hometown: Somewhere in New Jersey
Age: (I originally put my age here, but I think I probably shouldn’t. Anyways, I’m in Middle School- some people call it intermediate school, but they’re basically the same thing to me)
What a sunflower has
A sunflower
is a flower
it has petals
like a flower
it has color
like a flower
it needs sun
like a flower
But what it has
that no other flower has
is the energy
to stay happy
wherever they are
no matter how hard
they work
they try their best
with happiness.
So to whoever is listening,
Be like the sunflower.
The light of the world
the opposite of darkness.
New
I was new to this world. I was about 2. My home was very dirty, just the way I liked it. My home was moving. It did that a lot. My home was moving towards a white valley. A huge object loomed over it. Suddenly, a jet of something hot shot down and started drowning me. I couldn't breathe! I was being boiled alive! I was being swept away from my home and landed in the valley. After that, I remember being somewhere dark and smelly. I was barely conscious. The stench of rotting germs who didn't survive. The grimy floor. This was an improvement!