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Monthly Archives: December 2017
Excerpt from: At Least Until I’m Ten
This is a piece from another narrative I wrote, please give me feedback.
I didn’t know how to feel about it. I was in a weird situation. I had done something and not even known it. This something that I did caused other people trouble, but I didn’t know that either. It wasn’t my fault, but what was my fault was asking my sister to take that video of my night terror.
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This is a poem that I wrote. Please give me some feedback.
The message
I wish I could send
But with no one to send to
The corners
I wish I could turn
Though the path is straight
The things
I wish
I could remember
In a mind
With nothing to offer
All The Rest
I’m from countless hours of Bruce Springsteen’s songs, filling my ears with joy. I love to sing along with the songs, and stop with embarrassment as I see my brother and sister laughing because I sang the words wrong. They like to sing along too, but I don’t laugh when they mess up. The songs are way too good to interrupt.
I’m from the taste that never gets old, of Mike’s Sushi spicy tuna rolls. My dad and I share a look of contentment, each and every time we take a bite. There is no need to look at the menu when you always know what you want.
I’m from the waves of Flying Point Beach, good for whole days filled with smiles. Going to the beach used to be, ugh, I’m going to get sand in my pants. Now it’s just bad for my mom’s car.
Though I cherish all these things and places, I am always from wherever my family is. Even if it is the place I hate most, the place I am most scared from, or the place that I am most uncomfortable at, when I am with my family, none of that matters. I am from Bruce Springsteen, Mike’s Sushi spicy tuna roll, Flying Point Beach, and the baseball field, but I have been from my family for longer. I have been a Kohn for every second that I have been alive, and will be for all the rest.
Excerpt from: Both Of Us Feeling Lost
This is a piece from a personal narrative that I wrote:
I could sense bad as soon as my dad told me to get my brother and sister into the living room. Usually when we had these gathering in the living room, it was to talk about good news, or bad news. The only hint to knowing which one was that he and my mother had just been at the hospital for about three hours. Before they left they told us that they were just visiting Saba. I shed a sniffle, then made my way upstairs. I knew the rest of the story; I knew it all to well.
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School On a Saturday
Once when I went to a Sushi restaurant there was a mysterious green ball near the edge of the plate. I decided to eat it, a decision that I now regret. Whenever I wear polyester clothing I get the chills. The first time I finally got up on water skis, the task that to me seemed impossible, I started celebrating my achievement. The achievement soon also turned into regret as a fell face first into the water after getting out of control. Once I rode my bike to school, and after seeing that there was no one else there and the doors were locked, I realized it was probably Saturday. I have had a habit for a couple of years now that whenever I do physical activity I like to stick my tongue out. Whenever I go on roller coasters with big drops, my face and body look like they have to go to the bathroom, pretty badly.