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Week of Jan. 16: Click here to READ THIS WEEK'S SELECTIONS or click Comfort and General Writing to read all recent submissions. To view or download the pages below as pdf files, click the newspaper's name in the attachments below.
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I wrote your name in the sand
it got washed away
I wrote your name on paper
it was thrown away
I wrote your name in the air
it was blown away
I wrote your name in the snow
it melted away
I wrote your name on the computer
a virus took it away
I wrote your name on my heart
and forever it will stay!
Warming my hands at a fire
Lifting my spirit higher
Sitting down and writing a tale
While outside, it begins to hail
Roasting marshmallows with my friends
It seems like a day that never ends.
Purrs tunnel through my ears. A chubby body curls up next to me. Warm saliva covers my hand from a sandpaper tongue. My cat, Oops, comforts me in my loneliness. His olive colored eyes look up at me and the sparkle in them make me feel comfortable. The warm feeling reminds me of a starry night in the deep emerald sea. A figure jumps off my bed and a shadow walks out my door.
I’m at my white desk, sitting there doing my reading homework; when I realize I feel so uncomfortable! I’m not sitting comfortably instead I’m kneeling in my seat. All I want to do is write and but nothing is on my mind except boredom.
I take a break and I walk over to my bed. I had decided to lie in my bed as a way to relax. I see my silent reading book on my nightstand next to my bed. The title of the book I’m reading is Floors. When I’m uncomfortable, I like read a book to help me calm down and take a deep breath. That is what I’m trying to do now as I reach for the book off of my nightstand.
However, I know reading the book is wrong because I’m suppose to do my homework. I go back to my desk for a second time to start working on my assignment; but all I can think about is the book Floors. The last time I read, I was getting to the interesting part of the book where a lot of suspense was growing.
I decide to leave my bedroom downstairs and head to the kitchen upstairs. “I shouldn’t,” I thought out loud.
Mom is just going to say “NO! Now, go back downstairs and start writing.” Read more »
“Woof, woof!” travels through my ear drum. My chunky little boxer rubs against me. Slobber drenches my hands from an abrasive tongue. My little dog, Rusty, comforts me when I feel gloomy. His smooth brown fur reminds me of delicious chocolate fudge. I know I feel safe with his fuzzy little head on my body. I see a brown figure in the mirror. I get up to follow him to his cage.
Now I feel comfort…
If I am upset or lonely and need comfort I slide under my pink flowery bed. Under my bed I feel like I am in an alternate universe of pillows that look like clouds. I have so much enjoyment that every problem will vanish into the clouds.
Under my bed I draw a beautiful place on a piece of paper nearby. I’m having such a great time that I forget I’m under my bed. As I start to stand up to get a snack, I bonk my head hard. Then I lie back down and roll out from under my bed. Under my bed is the most comfortable place in the world.
Do you have something that comforts you? I have a fuzzy blanket that I received as a gift from my family on the day I was born. My blanket is white with soft sides and a fuzzy middle. The holes in the middle are getting larger these days; some of the holes are from my cats when they’re fighting though. Read more »
Just a little, old, tattered blanket. It comforts me whenever I am feeling down. On cold days, it provides a substantial amount of warmth. It's just enough to make my day. If I am in an argument with my family, I go to my blanket. Never has it failed to make me feel like there is hope, reminding me that maybe everything will be better by tomorrow. The blanket travels with me, a soft ,snug, and comforting companion. It travels with me in the car, always draped around my shoulders, or protecting my feet from the cold that surrounds me.
Someday, something will happen in my life that I will be able to thank the blanket for. It might be responsible for giving me the courage to take a big step in my life. I don’t know when I’ll be able to let someone else take it and use it, but there will be a day when I am able to find comfort in other people, or other things in my life. That will be the day when the blanket is just a regular blanket to me. That will be the day when instead of being draped around my shoulders, it will be around my child's shoulders to make sure she stays warm. That will be the day when my child uses the blanket as a sign of hope that tells her today is not the end. There is always tomorrow to make things right. But for now, it is just my little, old, tattered blanket.
Waiting For Safe
If I am waiting for safe, I know what I can do Read more »
My stomach is aching.
Then a murmured soft tone meets my ears.
a voice soothing me.
My eyes flutter open;
before me a familiar face,
that speak to me without even saying a word.
Once again peaceful, gentle silence.
I was walking down my pasture, and I noticed something unusual in the distance. It was a stone lying on top of some rocks. I went closer, I noticed it was in the shape of a heart. I put my hands under, the stone felt bumpy. I pick it up, and start off to the house.
“Neigh!” I turn around, and my horses are fighting. Read more »
When it’s your first year in middle school, everything changes. Suddenly some of your closest friends you’ve known since kindergarten decide that you’re not cool enough to “chill” with them anymore. Or maybe you’re teased because of the new braces you got over the summer. People make fun of you if you don’t understand “obvious” sexual jokes or if you don’t have a girlfriend. All of a sudden, every element of your life is about being cool and living up to your friends’ expectations. Kids really start to judge you, but not by whom you are inside or how nice you are. It’s all about what you do, what you wear, and whether you’re hot or not. Say that there’s a school contra dance and barbeque on Friday night. In the past you’ve always looked forward to dances with your friends and family, so of course you’re excited to go! When you leave class and walk down the hall with your friends, they ask each other, “So, are you going to the contra dance tonight?” As you start to speak, you’re interrupted.
“Dude, of course none of us are going...All the kids who go to that stuff are losers!” Your heart sinks because you know that if you go, you’ll never live it down. Sighing, you arrive at your next class and flop into your seat with a disappointed frown spread across your face. Read more »
One thing that always comforts me is my pillow. It is so soft and warm, and smells just like my room. Whenever I feel bad, I just lie down on my bed and put my face into my pillow, and I feel better.
My Dronkey, a pink half dragon, half donkey, comforts me. She has light green eyes, and pink and gray spaces. I have had her since I was four years old. She makes me feel comfortable, when I am upset I will go to my room and play with her and my other stuffed animals. At night, I am afraid that there is something under my bed and when I am nervous to tell my parents something at night, then sometimes I will bring her with me to tell my parents. Read more »
I run to her
Her arms are wide
She holds me tight
She gives a kiss
And warms my face
My face that is frozen
From complete and total fright
She defeats the monster
That chases me away
Away from my sleep
She blocks the bad guy Read more »
A shimmery light passing over a castle
Adding butter to plain popcorn
Lying on the couch wrapped up in a blanket
A fluffy body curled at the foot of my bed
Warm winter bedspread during every season
My pillow flattening after every rest
The clink-ity-clank of the heater at night
Snoring parents in the next room over
Soft melody running through my dreaming head
My mom’s arroz con gandules
Dad frying bacon to perfection
Sweet but sour apple crisp
Friends laughing and giggling
Thwack of a ball hitting a bat
Whispering quietly from one to another
Feeling of sliding on softball cleats
Hugging everyone close to me
Falling after a failed attempt at dancing
These are my comforts
They piece together my home,
As well as me.