Introduction
As we all know, the newspaper industry today is slowly, but surely fading. Today’s trends do not necessarily mean the end of newspapers completely, but do signify a change in the way we receive media. With more and more people turning to the internet for information, the students in Ms Roops Creative Writing classes have created a blog. We hope this blog will appeal to readers of all ages.
Me, I’m an orange and round basketball sitting in the corner of Phillips room on the floor. When he leaves for school every morning I jus sit here until someone moves me. Since it’s the wintertime no one ever takes me outside to get some air or just to shoot hoops with me anymore. I just sit here each and every day gathering dust all over me. I still remember the day that his dad won me at the fair for him. Well some times I wish I was back at that fair because the only people I ever speak to are his football and track shoes but they get really boring sometimes. Phillip’s football and track shoes are basically my neighbors since he never really plays with them either they just sit and do the same thing I do every day. Sometimes I wish he had an indoor basketball court so he would be able to play with me more often. I miss the way his hands feel when he bounced me up and down every day outside of his house on the hard asphalt. I felt so good when he use to shoot me through the hoop and I would swish through the net each time. This morning I was very upset and sad because Phillip took his track shoes with him to school and not me. I over heard him telling his mom that he had to run his 40-yard dash in them today for his weight training class. I dread the day he bought those shoes. They are just so annoying and they both just get on my nerves so much. I wonder does he like those shoes more than me. I hope he doesn’t forget about me and all of those games of one on one that I won for him. I know its cold outside but he could at least take me to the gym every now and then to play with me. I hate being cooped up in his room all day long with nothing to do but sit here and stare at the walls. I guess I’ll be in here forever until he decides to throw or give me away to someone else and get a brand new basketball. A long time ago I heard him say that I was his favorite thing to do but I’m not so sure anymore. I think that now it could be running in his track shoes or throwing his football around with his friends. The last time that he has taken me out to play was September 26th, 2008. That was one of my favorite times with him. He scored 26 points, had 18 assists, and 13 rebounds that day. I’ve done so much for him and I don’t think he even knows that I exist anymore. Maybe I should just give him a reason to throw me away. I hope he plays with me soon because I can’t take much more of this.
I am chapstick and I live in Jazmine's pocket most of the time. All day long, I'm snuggled up in her pocket about thirty times a day, if not more I come out for about five minutes. Jazmine takes my lid off, twist's my bottom and I get taller. Once I'm tall enough, I rub agaisnt Jazmine's bottom lip. Back and fourth I go, I don't move to the top lip until the bottom lip is covered with my goodness. Back and fourth I go, on the top lip. It's covered as well, my job is done for now. Back in the pocket I go. I am Burt's Bees chapstick, I live in Jazmine's pcoket and my job is to keep her lips soft, smooth, and from getting chapped.
Light I compare myself to the object of light Because when I'm around others I try to do whats right The world around us is always looking for a sign That's why I always try to shine Where there is darkness people can't see They lose sight That's why we all should be lights I compare myself to the object of light If you just turned me on, I can out shined others Trust me i know, I already out shine my mother I compare myself to the object of light ~ariel terrell~
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Hannah please, take me off your feet.
ReplyDeleteTake a bath, cover up the stink!
I don’t understand it; what did I do wrong?
You cried to buy me and said I was all you wanted.
And if that’s true, you’ve got a wild way of showing it.
I’m sitting here, alone in the dark.
I can’t remember the last time, we took a walk in the park.
Instead you’d rather put me on for gym,
use me as a weapon, or kick the ball in.
I smell like eggs, that have sat out for days.
I am begging you Hannah, put me away!
Phillip Petty
ReplyDelete2-27-09
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A Basketballs Life
Me, I’m an orange and round basketball sitting in the corner of Phillips room on the floor. When he leaves for school every morning I jus sit here until someone moves me. Since it’s the wintertime no one ever takes me outside to get some air or just to shoot hoops with me anymore. I just sit here each and every day gathering dust all over me. I still remember the day that his dad won me at the fair for him. Well some times I wish I was back at that fair because the only people I ever speak to are his football and track shoes but they get really boring sometimes. Phillip’s football and track shoes are basically my neighbors since he never really plays with them either they just sit and do the same thing I do every day. Sometimes I wish he had an indoor basketball court so he would be able to play with me more often. I miss the way his hands feel when he bounced me up and down every day outside of his house on the hard asphalt. I felt so good when he use to shoot me through the hoop and I would swish through the net each time. This morning I was very upset and sad because Phillip took his track shoes with him to school and not me. I over heard him telling his mom that he had to run his 40-yard dash in them today for his weight training class. I dread the day he bought those shoes. They are just so annoying and they both just get on my nerves so much. I wonder does he like those shoes more than me. I hope he doesn’t forget about me and all of those games of one on one that I won for him. I know its cold outside but he could at least take me to the gym every now and then to play with me. I hate being cooped up in his room all day long with nothing to do but sit here and stare at the walls. I guess I’ll be in here forever until he decides to throw or give me away to someone else and get a brand new basketball. A long time ago I heard him say that I was his favorite thing to do but I’m not so sure anymore. I think that now it could be running in his track shoes or throwing his football around with his friends. The last time that he has taken me out to play was September 26th, 2008. That was one of my favorite times with him. He scored 26 points, had 18 assists, and 13 rebounds that day. I’ve done so much for him and I don’t think he even knows that I exist anymore. Maybe I should just give him a reason to throw me away. I hope he plays with me soon because I can’t take much more of this.
I am chapstick and I live in Jazmine's pocket most of the time. All day long, I'm snuggled up in her pocket about thirty times a day, if not more I come out for about five minutes. Jazmine takes my lid off, twist's my bottom and I get taller. Once I'm tall enough, I rub agaisnt Jazmine's bottom lip. Back and fourth I go, I don't move to the top lip until the bottom lip is covered with my goodness. Back and fourth I go, on the top lip. It's covered as well, my job is done for now. Back in the pocket I go. I am Burt's Bees chapstick, I live in Jazmine's pcoket and my job is to keep her lips soft, smooth, and from getting chapped.
ReplyDeletehttp://lemonscreativewriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/phone-booth.html
ReplyDeleteLight
ReplyDeleteI compare myself to the object of light
Because when I'm around others I try to do whats right
The world around us is always looking for a sign
That's why I always try to shine
Where there is darkness people can't see
They lose sight
That's why we all should be lights
I compare myself to the object of light
If you just turned me on, I can out shined others
Trust me i know, I already out shine my mother
I compare myself to the object of light
~ariel terrell~