My Relentless Hungry Stomach-creative writing

What was that sound, growing louder each time

Was my stomach the noise, yes but why.

No you’re not hungry, because you just ate.

It was an hour ago, and you had a huge plate.

Please stop growling, you’re making me mad

And plus its midnight, which means too bad.

Shut up you angry thing, and let me sleep now,

You’ll be fed in the morning you strangely fat cow.

Now don’t you talk back, obey me I say,

But it wouldn’t stop growling till it had its way.

Fine, you win; I’ll fix you some food,

Maybe then you’ll shut up and silence your mood.

Now what could you want so late in the night,

Hurry up and decide you selfish old thing

Or I’m going to bed and you get nothing.

Oh now you fall silent, and slowly calm,

Finally to bed I slowly fell to,

And quickly was dreaming about me and beef stew.

Secret Cries and Hidden Pain-creative writing

Can anyone hear me, are my tears not seen,

Must I be ignored while they speak.

Their angry shouts silence my cries,

I’ll hide my pain in my little black box, locked away from human eyes.

This smile I have is false hope called joy,

Created by man to mask true feelings.

The key to that box threatens to turn,

Unleashing the secrets I’ve yet to relearn.

The time’s running short for my pain to be solved

But the help comes too late, too late to save me at all.

Don't Know What to Write- creative writing

What type of poem should I do,

Too hard to pick just one,

There are poems about everything

So originality is slim to none.

I could write about love,

No, too many cliché’s,

I could write about pain,

No, that’s been written to death

What about fear, should that be the one,

No, my fears are too small, they won’t scare anyone.

As I look to my still blank page,

A thought comes to mind,

And the words quickly follow,

As they jump all in line.

My poems now finished,

And my hands growing numb,

I can honestly say “Thank God that I’m done”

A Letter from War-theatre

Dear Johnny,

As soon as I go here I looked around and thought “Dear God, Genn what mess have you gotten yourself into?” As soon as we got off the plane, my unit was immediately taken to the hospitals. When I got there I was horrified. Wounded bodies were everywhere. And the stench of death and blood filled the entire room. I could barely contain myself. Right away I counted the number of beds, than I counted the number of patients. There were twenty-four beds, and twenty-eight patients. Two of which were children. I walked over to the beds of those children. One was a boy, about ten years old, and the other was a little girl. She couldn’t have been more than five. I looked at the little girl; she reminded me some much of my little Savanna. From the looks of it they appeared to be brother and sister. There village was attacked, and both of them had been severely burned. The little girl held on to her brother’s hand. He smiled, but he was so badly burned that I knew that he was inches from death. He went into cardiac arrest, I and another nurse tried to save him, but he was already gone. I looked to the little girl; I saw tears stinging her burned face. I knelt down next to her, and took hold of her hand. The nurse who tried to help me told me that a soldier had found the boy amongst the rubble, when he reached down to get him, he found this little girl underneath him. I felt so heartbroken; this little boy threw himself on top her, knowing that he might die. To protect his little sister from the debris that was there home. I felt a sense of fear rising up in me. I think I might have made a terrible mistake by coming here. All my life I’ve always wanted to a nurse, but I was completely unprepared for what I just encounter. I asked the nurse, what was to happen to this child. She turned to me and told me, that she didn’t know. Tears clouded my vision; I looked to my right, where the boy was. And he wasn’t there; in his place was a soldier. I looked around for him, and found saw a door in the back of the hospital. I followed three other women back there. I looked outside, and I saw the little boy. He was lying inside a small bag. I looked beside him, and saw seven other small bags. And I knew that these were children that had died. I…I was disgusted, and, and shocked, and completely mortified. I don’t think I can do this, Johnny. I’m in way over my head. I wake up every morning waiting to hear your voice and our Savanna’s laughter. Tell her mommy loves her, and that she’ll be home soon. I love you, Johnny.

Write me back, Gennyphir.

Nazi Monologue- theatre

January 24, 1943

My family and I were taken from our beautiful home in Belgium; I have never been outside of the country so you could say I was a little excited when my father told me that we were going to Germany. When we got to the train station there were bunches of people waiting for the train. When the train pulled into the station men who looked like they were wearing dresses jumped out of the train cars, they had large guns hanging on their belts. I felt scared but Nathan, my brother held my hand so I wouldn’t worry. Then we were all shoved into one of the cars. It was so crowded; there must have been more than eighty-five people in there. Next to me stood a tall man, I looked up at him and I smiled. He looked down at me and he shouted something at me. The smile I had disappeared, the man frighten me. I understand what he said. Nathan squeezed my hand and I looked up at him. He told me that the man was speaking in German. But when I asked him what the man said but he didn’t answer me so I repeated what the man had said over and over again so that I wouldn’t forget what he had said.

January 31, 1943

Today we finally got to where we were headed. Everyone around me had a look of terror on their faces, even my parents. I didn’t care what was happening outside of the train car I just wanted to get out of there. It’s not fair, it’s just not fair. How could they do something like to us, to me? How could they tear my family apart? They had no right, no right at all. As soon as we got off the train, my father, my twin brothers, and Nathan, my best friend, all of them were taken away from me. My mother, baby Ben and I were pulled to the other side of the tracks. I screamed for Nathan. He broke through the bearded men, and he ran to me. It took three men to pull me away from him. I yelled and screamed and cried as loud as I possibly could to get them to let go, but they were too strong for even Nathan to fight off. The bearded man shouted at my brother and Nathan spat in his face. The man hit him with the butt of his gun and Nathan fell to the ground. I tried to run to him, but the train had started up again and I fell back hitting my head on the pavement. Then I blacked out.

March 14, 1943

I don’t think I can last much longer. I’m hungry, I’m thirsty. I’m weak and the doctors say its typhoid. Everyone is gone, my mother, my father, my brothers, even baby Ben. I feel so alone, God has deserted me. He has deserted the Jews. I finally found out what that German man said to me that day on the train. He said “never forget child, never forget what you will see. Never forget.” And so even now as all my strength is gone and my time on this earth is no more, I will never forget. I will never for…

Angry Letter from a PISSED-OFFED sister-creative writing

ADIN,

I don’t know where you are or why you left. But your absence has put me down a hole that I cannot escape. Everybody; everybody that you know and loved has suffered from your disappearance. Our family has suffered the most. Because of what you decided to do, our family has fallen to pieces. The reason I am writing to you, is only because of them, just so that I could tell you, myself what pain you’ve put us through.

Dad threw himself into work, so he doesn’t have to come home. Neither Shelby nor I have seen him. He hasn’t come home in three weeks. And mom, she went through her process. She first started questioning why, and then she blamed us. Then she blamed herself. But after blaming everyone, she would find an answer and fix it. But this was one problem that she could not solve. It tore her apart; she could not give anyone a reason, as to why her oldest son had run away. At first I thought she found another way to deal with the pain. Until one day she took it a step too far. I found her, Adin. I found her in the bathroom. She had been lying in her tub. She had blood covering her arms and face. I called the paramedics, and they rushed her to the hospital. Thank God, Shelby wasn’t there, I didn’t want her to be scared. She tried to kill herself, Adin. Mom tried to kill herself. And it wasn’t the first time, nor will it be the last.

So many doctors, so many pills, but none of them helped. Did you know, I have to sit there and watch her take her pills, so I can make sure that she won’t overdose? Every night I have to wake up every two hours, just to see if she’s still breathing. Do you know how hard that is, Adin. To have to sit there and make sure that you’re suicidal mother takes the right amount of medications. She doesn’t even look at me or Shelby any more.

And Shelby, she was the one who found your letter. She came into my room asking me what your message meant. I didn’t tell her anything, I just quickly gave it to mom. She read over it. You made her cry; I have never seen mom cry. I called dad, when I told him he immediately left work. Shelby asked me why mom was crying. I couldn’t answer her. What was I supposed to tell her, Adin? How could I tell a six year old that her only brother ran away?

She idolizes you. You know, she comes home every day asking me where you are. How long am I going to have to lie to her? Shelby’s very smart; it’s only a matter of time till she figures it out. And when she does, she’s going to want some answers, answers I can’t give her. What do I tell her then? Answer me that, Adin.

Adin, Do you know what I personally have had to give up? I had to quit volleyball and theatre, because I have to go pick up Shelby from school every day. I can’t hang out with my friends, because I have to take mom to her therapy sessions. Every day I have to come home from school early, to give mom her meds. I have to pick up Shelby. Then I have to make dinner, help Shelby with her homework, and make sure that she takes her bath, brushes her teeth and gets to bed on time. And then I have to make sure that the kitchen gets clean. When that gets done, I have to work on my homework. If I am lucky I’ll get in bed by two in the morning. This happens every day.

Dads not here, mom can’t do anything, and Shelby tries to help me as much as possible, but other than that, I’m on my own. I have to do the shopping, I have to watch mom, and I have to raise Shelby. Me, a sixteen year old girl, I should not have to do these things. But because of what you did, my life has become a living hell.

Mom thinks she wasn’t there enough for you. Dad thinks he never spent enough time with you. And Shelby, she thinks that you’re mad at her for going into your room and playing with your dumb keyboard. Each one of them blames themselves, but not me. The only person I’m blaming is you.

Do I miss you? Yes. Do I want you to come home? Absolutely. Do I want to see my family together again, all the time? Look I can pray, and hope, and beg all I want to, but it is you who has to make the choice.

If you do come back, I can’t promise you that things will go back to the way they were before. I can’t promise you that dad will come home, or that mom will ever be normal again. Nor can I promise you that we’ll ever be able to forgive you. But I can promise you, that we won’t hate you or that we won’t love you any less. You’re my brother Adin, and I love you. Just come home, I can’t keep lying to Shelby. If you forgot, she’s turning seven next week. It would mean an awful lot to her if you came. I would like to see you too. We would all like to see you. Please, please don’t forget.

From your loving but extremely pissed off sister, Araina

Diary entries-creative writing

September 16, 2000

Dear diary,

Today there was a new kid. They said he was from Washington. I have always wanted to go there. Anyway, his name is Daniel, but everyone calls him Danny. He told us a little about himself, like how many siblings he has, and where his new house is. I was shocked when he told us that he was thirteen. He must have started early, or got held back a year. Either way that meant that he was now the oldest of the class, a title that I held dear, but I didn’t care I was just glad to see a new face. When he finished talking he asked where to sit, the teacher told him to sit where ever. There was like five empty seats, but he choice the chair next to me. He looked at me and asked me what my name was. “Araina” I blurted out, the whole class looked at me. I swear I was blushing, but I didn’t know if I was blushing because I got embarrassed or because the new guy, sorry Danny asked for my name. He’s pretty cute too, but to a twelve year old, any guy looks cute. I think I might have a crush in him.

September 21, 2000

Dear diary,

Well dairy its official, I am have a crush. My first crush. It’s the weirdest feeling. Every time I see him all of my insides do back flips. Every time he talks to me I’m either speechless, giggly, or I say something really stupid. I wonder if he likes me too. Oh please diary, make him like me. PLEASE, please, please!

September 23, 2000

Dear diary,

Oh my gosh, diary, you’ll never believe what happened today at lunch. I was sitting at a table with my brother, Adin, my cousin, Adam, and my best friend, Delaney. When Adam sees’s Danny coming from the lunch line. Danny has Adam in his art class. Anyway, he calls Danny to come eat with us. I was thinking “Oh my gosh, what do I do, what do I do?” Then I said to me “Okay Araina, just calm down everything is going to be okay.” I took a deep breath “Alright Araina you can do this, just don’t freak out.” Danny came over to our table and sat down. “Hey guys” he greeted them all, and then he looked at me “Hi, Araina.” When he said that, I started to flip out. “Oh my gosh, he remembered my name. Well of course he would he’s in my class, duh!” I didn’t know what to say to him. “Don’t just sit there like an idiot, say something, anything” so I did. I asked him “so what did you get from the lunch line?” he looked down at his tray. “Pizza” he replied. I smiled, how could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I just say hi back? Why is this so hard? Help me, diary. Tell me what to do. S.O.S diary S.O.S

September 30, 2000

Dear Diary,

Today I’m being you to school with me. Maybe writing about something as it happens; it will give me some idea of what to do later. Oh here he comes, what so I say? Say nothing Araina, just smile. Yeah just do that. He smiles back at me, please tell me I’m not blushing. Got to go, if Mr. Bradford sees me writing, he’ll read it in front of the whole class.

October 2, 2000

Dear diary,

I told you last month that I had a crush on a guy. Emphasis on had! Capital H, capital A, capital D, underline, underline, underline. Delaney said something to Danny that really ticked him off. I can’t really remember what it was she said. I think it was about one of Delaney’s sisters. Anyway his face got really red, and he said things to her that weren’t really nice. I knew right then and there that I didn’t like him anymore. How could he be so mean? I mean, yeah Delaney took it a step too far, but he didn’t have to say those nasty words. I would tell you what they were, but I don’t even want to think about them, much less write about it. I have to stop writing about it, it only makes me madder. I have to go anyway Delaney’s coming over for a sleepover.

October 10, 2000

Dear diary,

Today in class we finished our lesson early, so we had about thirty minutes to kill. So everyone went into their little groups. The preppy girls went into their group, the skaters went to theirs, there’s even the nerds have their own group. I was in the random group, even thou it was just me and Delaney. Anyway we were in the middle of an intense game of flinch, when I looked over her shoulder and saw Danny. He wasn’t sitting with his group of friends; he wasn’t laughing or cracking jokes that were stupidly funny. He was just sitting, watching all of the little cliques gossiping and messing around. I wanted to see what was wrong, but I felt like I had been glued to my chair. I was well aware that Delaney was calling my name, but I stilled ignored her. She tapped my on the shoulder, it made me jump. She asked me what I was starring at, I pointed at Danny. He was sitting alone, in a corner of the room. Delaney asked me what was wrong with him, but I didn’t know. She told me to go find out. I thought she crazy, I haven’t even talked to him in a week, how am I supposed to find out what’s wrong. But I felt a weird feeling in my legs. It was like my brain was saying “no” but my legs were saying “go” I couldn’t control it. I blinked, and I was standing next to him. I looked down at him and asked him if he was okay. He told me was, but I knew he was lying. I asked him if he wanted to talk about it, but he said no, shocker. So we just sat there, neither one of us said anything for the rest of the period. When the bell rang we all gathered up our things and I started heading out the door. I felt a tap on my shoulder, I looked around and it was Danny. I felt the courage to ask him if he was okay again. He answered me by shaking his head. He said that he wasn’t alright; he was telling me the truth this time. But he still didn’t want to talk about it. So I just told him that I was there if he needed me. I walked out of the room, Danny yelled at me “Hey Araina” I looked at him and he walked up to me. He said “thanks” then he walked away. I think I judged him a little too quickly, diary. He’s actually a really nice guy. Maybe he’ll want to talk to me on Monday, maybe I can help him. I hope he does. Maybe, diary, just maybe he’ll want to be my friend again. Maybe just maybe