Inspired a story

                        My Terabithia

 

 

 

I felt the cold water around go around my ankles. It was refreshing. I sat down on a big rock that sat on the edge of the stream. I look up at the trees, watching new baby birds hatch. This was where I belonged. In nature. My whole life revolved around nature. I decided I wanted to help the environment. My dad doesn’t think I can. He thinks the earth needs to stay healthy but he thinks I should become a football player or something. Or in other words I’m not manly enough.

I have four other siblings. My eldest brother Timothy who is seventeen and is planning to go into the marines. Then it’s my twin and I. Harris and I just turned fifteen. Then it’s my younger sister Zoey, she is ten years old, then my youngest sister Gina is eight years old. Lastly my youngest brother Shiloh who is seven. Harris plays basketball. All I hear from my father is “Adler be a man. Join a sport!”  I like sports…not as much as the forest I’m sitting in now.

 It’s where I go to think and read. I’m a big reader in my family. It gives me things to think about. I like to listen to other people’s point of views. I keep a lot of what I do secret. My best friend Rosie is always inspiring to be myself. We met when we were five. Since then new have done everything together. Rosie always works hard towards her goals. We are both in green team at school, we also go to dance class together. She believes I can make a difference.

I look at my watch it was almost eight-thirty. I had to run to school. My parents thought I left early to go to Rosie’s house. I came here instead. I took my usual path out of my little woods. Rosie called it my Terabithia. In a way she is right. It is where I went to escape. I collected my thoughts as I walked into the school. Rosie came running up to me.

“Adler did you hear?” Asked Rosie

“Hear what?” I asked

“We are having an emergency meeting for the Green Team today.” Said Rosie

“Why?” I asked

“I don’t know. Paris just came up to me a few minutes ago. Fredrick told her that he was holding an urgent meeting.” Said Rosie

“What do you think it’s about?” I asked as I walked to my locker

“We get to skip last period for it. So we have to wait until the end of the day until we find out.” Said Rosie leaning up against the locker next to mine.

“The end of the day? Ugh! The meeting is all I will think about all day.” I said as I put in my combination

“Me too. Well we should hurry up and get to class, the bell is going to ring.” Said Rosie

For the rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about the urgent meeting. It was all my friends and I could talk about during class and lunch. It was finally last period. I walked in with Rosie and Paris. Our friend Logan was saving seats for us. We sat down next to him and I saw Fredrick already standing in front of the classroom with our supervisor, Miss. Wilder. Fredrick and Miss. Wilder were whispering to each other. Our whole club was there. I had never seen everyone so worried before. We never had extra/emergency meetings. Only once when we had to pick had new supervisor.

“There must be something pretty bad going on if Fredrick couldn’t wait until Tuesday to talk about it.” Said Logan

Logan is right Fredrick hated having meetings on Fridays.

“Hey everyone. I know it’s weird that I called an emergency meeting but this couldn’t wait. Thank you all for…” Said Fredrick until he got interrupted

“C’mon Freddy just say what’s going on!” Yelled Paris

“Okay, okay. Well does everyone know where those woods are by Keplin road?” Asked Fredrick

Some people said yes and some said no.

“Well I just heard that they are tearing it down! To build a gas station!” Said Fredrick

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“How do you  know this is happening?” I asked

“I checked it out.” Said Miss. Wilder

“Who is tearing it down?” I asked

“Dustin Goldsworthy.” Said Fredrick

“Alder…your father is tearing down your Terabithia!” Said Rosie

After the meeting I rushed home. My father was sitting at the kitchen table. I slammed the door and dropped my bookbag.

“Why!” I yelled

“Why what?” Asked my father

“The woods. You are tearing it down!?’ I yelled

“Oh yeah,son I forgot to tell you about it.” Said my dad

“You know I love that place.” I said

“It’s useless.” Said my father

I ran up to my room and decided I had to stop him. For the next two weeks the Green Team and I had met up and made a plan. It was the day that construction would be starting. My father would be there. The Green Team and I linked arms in front of the woods. I saw my father walking up to us.

“Alder what are you doing?” Asked my father

“I’m stopping you. You need to realize that we need these woods!” I said

The Green Team and I kept protesting until they threatened to call the police.

“I don’t think it’s nessicary for that.” Said my father to someone

“Adler why is this place to you?” Asked my dad

“It’s my life. It’s where I feel comfortable.” I answered

My father turned and talked to everyone.

“Hello everyone, I’m Dustin Goldsworthy. I’m not tearing this forest down. My son made me see this place is important. Said my father

We smiled at each other. He finally understood

song of the week-it's inspiring a story

Blackbird

                       

            Everyone in the house is sound asleep besides except for one person Jude Rivers sits on his lonely window sill, staring outside at the cold black sky.  The clock reads 1:49 A.M. Jude can’t fall asleep for the life of him. It had been that way since last year. He could never forget what happened on that devastating night. That night of February 20^th, silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon, and the Blackbird came and took his best friend, Amelia Pope’s life

Jude never cried but always thought about the Blackbird that took her life. Now he stares out his window at night thinking about all the lives that had been taken by that same blackbird. It has a real name. Jude refuses to speak its real name.

 Jude leaves his window sill and opens the door quietly, making sure no one knows he is awake and thinking deep thoughts. Most of the time Jude’s thoughts get the best of him. He over thinks, he turns negative; he goes to a dark place. No one knows how much he thinks of the Blackbird.  He never knew how much Amelia was thinking about blackbird till she wrote a poem calling it that. That same night she was gone.  Jude always felt depressed, with both of his older brothers away in the army, his step sister molesting him when he was younger, and his step mom and dad always being away.

 No one would miss him, he thought, besides Amelia and a few others at school, and Amelia was gone forever.  Amelia wasn’t just his best friend. They loved each other. They had known each other since they were six.  No one really knew that they loved each other. Everyone just thought they were friends. Amelia knew how awful Jude’s life was. Jude knew Amelia’s mom and dad had left her with her aunt and uncle when she was young. Jude had always been the messed up on in the relationship, but he didn’t realize the meaning of Amelia’s poem until that night. Amelia had given him a copy and he read it all day. When he finally figured it all out, it was too late. Jude had lost his rock.

Jude walked to his bathroom and locked the door. His sad, colorless face stared back at him through the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and tired. His teenage body shook from the cold floor. Jude knew what he was going to do. He was scared, but ready. “The blackbird is coming.” He looked in the mirror one last time, and smiled. He closed his eyes and felt tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked in a drawer for his mother’s sleeping pills. He opened the bottle and poured the rest into his hand. Jude slid down to the tiled floor and rested his head against the wall. He brought his hand to his mouth and swallowed the pills. He put his hand on his heart and took Amelia’s poem out of his pocket. Jude felt his steady heart beat turn into a slower one. He stared up at the ceiling and heard the Blackbird call for him.

Neruda steal a line

 You gather things to you like an old road.

 I’ve traveled down your body,

like speeding down a  highway without a care in the world.

 

You took my innocence left on a pillowcase next to me

 In the misty rain

 The feeling of a mistake overwhelms me

 

 And your smile so fake it cracks

Shades over your eyes

 Your wild hair flying in the wind

 

 But the shotgun seat’s filled with old hopes and dreams

The dirt road we once traveled, torn apart from your lies

            The touch of his soft caramel fingers brushing up against mine.

            His smiling face is the only thing I can recognize.

            He breaks down the walls and shines the light.

            His chest is my pillow, I feel his steady heart beating.

            I look at his soft walnut brown eyes.

            His hands move away from my hands to my waist bringing us closer.

            The nerves lingered in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around him.

            My head in this crook of his neck. The smell of cologne wafting up to my nose.

            His comforting arms wrapped around me even tighter.

            I closed my eyes and felt like I was floating.

            We entwined our fingers, our bodies fit perfectly.

Irises

Green leaves pushing through the soil, like someone gasping for their last breathe

Treats the sun like an addiction, it feels the energy surging through its veins

Thrives on the dewy raindrops, stares up at the clouds waiting for another gulp

 

Bulbs of green spread its fingers, developing new color

Deep blue petals give a high five to neighboring life

Roots held down by weights, strong but delicate

 

Sunny yellow off in the corner

Trying to take over the garden of life

Vicious friends to the deep blue petals

 

Blue and yellow battle

Fight for their addictions

Neither can win

 

Drooping and tired from fighting

Dewy raindrops are no more

Petals facing the ground

 

Next spring they will rise again

where writing hides

 

v  Writing hides in my grandpa’s hugs

v  Writing hides in my best friends and I’s laughter

v  Writing hides in my neighbor yelling at her dogs and treating them like humans

v  Writing hides in the flames of a fire

v  Writing hides the history of your family

v  Writing hides in the little cuts on your hands

v  Writing hides in graffiti on a wall

v  Writing hides in a ripped up piece of paper

v  Writing hides in forgotten boxes

v  Writing hides in a ticking clock

v  Writing hides in the small flowers peeking out of the grass

Haiku (american version)

Grey colors
Wash the earth
My clothing thickens

                                                Soda

When I was nine, I was reading a brand new book and drinking soda.

My brother’s crooked elbow took away the bottles balance

Viscous bubbly liquid covered the page like a storm in the sky

 

Soiled paper rested in front of me

The bottle spun in generous circles

Hundreds of words smudged like mascara

 

Ruined literature, a good book

Paper now the weight of a brick

Sweet, sugary smells wafting like air fresheners

 

Sorrow filled me, anger too

Pages, held together by a thin spine, engulfed by the viscous liquid in a fluid motion

 

Revenge filled my eyes

The soda spiller would pay!