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Cr eati ve W r i t i n g f r om Ch ar l es Ri ver Cr eat i ve A r t s Pr ogr am , Au gu st 20 16
Featu r i n g W or k f r om th e O n e- a- D ay W r i t eam i n an d Poet r y Ex p l or er s cl asses

D i sast er o f t h e M i n d | Rox an n e Gl assen ber g | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 4

st ay i n g a q u ad r i l at er al | Fr an cesca L od ov i co | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 4
H o l es | Rach el A l p er t -W i sn i a | W r i t eam i n | 5
O p p o si t e | D an i el M i l l i gan | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 6
M e | El i zabet h W eston | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 6
I n t en se Fo cu s | I sabel l a L azar o- Ger e | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 6
T h e Jo u r n ey t o B i gf o o t 's L ai r | Rach el A l p er t -W i sn i a | W r i t eam i n | 7
Ref l ect i o n s o n a Sh ar k 's T o o t h | A l ex H ai l m an | W r i t eam i n | 8
T h e W al k er - Sh ap ed W at er C l o set | L u ke H ar gr ave | W r i t eam i n | 8
w al k er 's Par t y | Ju l i a Fi t zger al d | W r i t eam i n | 9
Per cep t i o n | D an i el M i l l i gan | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 10
O n ce | El i zabeth W eston | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 10
B r u ce L ee's A d v en t u r o u s L i f e (i l l u st r at ed ) | Jer em y Jor d an | W r i t eam i n | 11
So n n et # 1 | A l ex H ai l m an | W r i team i n | 12
D ead p eo p l e o n co u ch es | L u ke H ar gr ave | W r i t eam i n | 12
H ar l y 's Jo b | Ju l i a Fi t zger al d | W r i t eam i n | 13
Po ssi b l e | El i zabeth W eston | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 15
T h e Po o l | Rox an n e Gl assen ber g | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 15
W al l s | D an i el M i l l i gan | Poet r y Ex p l or er s | 15
L et t er t o D o n al d T r u m p | Jer em y Jor d an | W r i t em i n | 16
Fi sh y | Ju l i a Fi t zger al d | W r i team i n | 16
W h ai r z t h B eet ? | M ad d i e Van ech an d N i n a K ah n | W r i t eam i n | 17
T h e B est W o r st Si m i l es Ev er | W r i t eam i n Cl ass | 21
an em o t i o n r o ck / gl ass o f f eel i n gs | Fr an cesca L od ov i co | Poet r y Ex p l or er s

Holes
by Rachel Alper t-W isnia

The Jour ney to Bigfoot?s Lair

By Rachel Alper t-W isnia
A long tim e ago in a land far aw ay, six 5-year -olds sear ched thr ough the scar y, mystical
w oods of an old nanny?s backyar d. Their nam es w er e Per r y, Lar r y, Jer r y, M ar y, Car r y, Per r y,
and Tod. M ar y began to talk . ?OM G, let?s totes go to the m all. This is sooooo bor ing!!?
Tod star ted to ar gue w ith M ar y. ?No, OM G, w e totes gotta go her e, it looks aw esom e,? he
said.
Per r y r olled her eyes. ?OM G, this is cr ay-cr ay? let?s par ty alr eady,? Per r y said, in an
aggr avated tone. They continued to sear ch the w oods.
All of the sudden, they hear d a loud r oar. It hur t their ear s. Jer r y began to sob. ?Shh,
you?r e blow ing our cover ! Act 16!? M ar y shouted. They star ted w alking tow ar ds w her e the
sound cam e fr om and an old shack appear ed befor e them . One br ave 5-year -old, Tod, opened
the door. The door cr eaked loudly and opened ver y slow ly and eer ily. It w as dead silent. You
could hear a pin dr op. All six childr en shiver ed in fear. Lar r y even w et his pants. Tod stepped
into the shack and?
?HEY GUYS!?
All of them jum ped in fear.
?This is my lair. Com e par ty!? said the lar ge, hair y beast that stood in the door w ay. All of
the kids scr eam ed back in unison. ?TOTES!?
Jer r y stepped to the fr ont. ?Just for the r ecor d, I?m 16, totally not 5,? he said.
?Wow , Jer r y. How subtle,? Per r y m utter ed, r olling her eyes.
?Okay! That?s totally r ad, my dudes!? The hair y beast exclaim ed. ?Com e on in, br os!?. The lar ge
gr oup of ?16? year olds follow ed the anim al/hum an, they didn?t r eally know w hat it w as.
The shack w as lit up w ith Chr istm as lights. ?Woah? this is lit. Liter ally, this shack is so
br ight!? M ar y shouted.
?Oh, I?m Bigfoot, by the w ay. W hat ar e your nam es?? the beast said.
?I?m M ar y.?
?I?m Par r y.?
?I?m Lar r y.?
?I?m Car r y.?
?I?m Jer r y.?
?I?m Tod.?
The childr en all got out glow sticks and star ted to par ty. ?Woah guys! This is just like my
16th bir thday par ty!? said Jer r y.
?That?s aw esom e! M y 16th bir thday par ty w as in a sw am p!? said Bigfoot. Little did he
know ? these kids w er e 5-year -olds, tr ying to tr ick him . M eanw hile, at the kid?s house, their
m om s star ted to get w or r ied. All six of their m om s w er e having a cocktail par ty w hen the kids
had snuck out. The m om s sear ched ever yw her e, but the kids w er e now her e to be seen. The
kids w er e gone. For days. For w eeks. For year s. I guess the par ty lasted a little too long.
THE END

Reflections on a Shar k's Tooth

by Alex Hailm an

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BRUCE LEE?S ADVENTUROUS LIFE

By Jer emy Jor dan
Note: This is a work of fiction inspired by Bruce Lee, not a nonfiction account of his life.
A long, long,? and w e?r e talking long!? tim e ago ther e lived an ancient m ar tial ar tist.
His nam e w as Br uce Lee!! As a kid, he took things like fr uit because he w as poor. He alw ays
got in fights, and he w as a good tr ickster too. In a m ovie, he tr icked som eone into going on the
beach to fight, and use a boat. So, he left him on the boat. He got a tr ainer and w on! So
exciting!
He w as bor n on Novem ber 27,1949, and died on July 20,1973. He fought a black belt.
Fir st, Br uce Lee punched him so m uch he fell asleep. They fought because the black belt killed
his fam ily. Punch, block, dodge, kick, and he w on! They w er e fighting next to a sensei. The
sensei w as bad and unfair ; he died anyw ay for killing.
Br uce Lee w as an actor , too, and his son w as also an actor. His son, Br andon Lee, w as a
m ovie actor and he died w hile acting in a m ovie called ?The Cr ow ?. The dir ector of the m ovie
w as supposed to put gunpow der in a r ifle but accidentally put r eal bullets.
In one of the m ovies Br uce Lee m ade, he had a par tner w ith him , and in the m ovie, he
w as supposed to fight and kill his par tner , but in r eal life he actually tr ained w ith his par tner.
In another m ovie, he w as in a yellow suit fighting a tall per son w ho w as blind fr om sunlight.
But, the tall m an w as ver y pow er ful and alm ost defeated Br uce Lee. Instead Br uce Lee asked
him ?W hy don?t you give m e a pass?? and the tall m an said ?No.? So, Br uce Lee defeated him
and passed.
Br uce Lee w as a happy m an w ith his w ife and he knew a lot of people.

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Sonnet #1
By Alex Hailm an
I saw that I had died, w ell, lucky m e
Life w as som ething I could never bear
M y soul flying, fin?lly in pur e glee
But looking dow n, I saw , beneath the glar e:
The r ainbow , God?s fir st covenant w ith m an
Spr ead acr oss the land, in seven hues
Doing som ething I don?t think it can
Or , I did, befor e I left my blues.
The r ainbow bur st, as if it tor e a seam
Its colour s flow ing out acr oss the plain
The sky no longer filled w ith lustr ous gleam
Onto the fields it gushed, it w iped them clean.
But about it nothing could I do
For out of body, out of life I flew.

Dead people on couches

By Luke Har gr ave
Dead people
Face dow n
One w ear ing a fr ow n
Their deaths clear ly pointless
None m aking a sound
Piled up in a m ound
On couches.
It scar es m e to see,
THEY?RE ALIVE!
Com e on, r un w ith m e,
Aw ay fr om he
W ho is undead, and by that I m ean
Those w ho should r est in peace.

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Letter to Donald Tr um p
By Jer emy Jor dan
Once upon a tim e, I w as skateboar ding. I am a skateboar der nam ed Jeff and I w r ote a
letter to Donald Tr um p about my encounter w ith God. ?It w as 2017, and I got a piece of paper
that said God punished m e because I had to go to the bathr oom . Getting punished w ith the
ur ge to go to the bathr oom is apar t of my r eligion, the centipede r eligion. The centipede
r eligion or iginated fr om and is pr acticed all over Eur ope. Ever y Tim e you sin God punishes
you by m aking you w ant to go the bathr oom . W hich m eans I had to go to the bathr oom so
m uch for sinning.?
I sent the letter to the pr esident w hen I w as done. For pr otection of the pr esident, just so
he know s and in the futur e it w on?t happen to him . ?Oh no, I?ll keep that in m ind? said Donald
Tr um p. W hen it w as 2019 the ur ge to go to the bathr oom spr ead all ar ound the w or ld to China,
Sw itzer land and Italy so ever yone left to go to a differ ent planet nam ed Kalim ba.
One of the people that left ear th said ?We had to leave our dog on the planet because
som eone had to go to the bathr oom so m uch.?
?Ar e you insane?!?
Pedr o, one of the ear th people, said ?It w asn?t my fault, it w as God?s!?
?Bless you God, How dar e you??
So Pedr o said ?Nooooooooooooooooo?.

Fishy
by Julia Fitzger ald

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Th e Best Wor st Si m i l es Ever

By the Wr iteam in class
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The old m an sat alone in his libr ar y w ith the stoicism of a w ise for est spir it w ith
w oodland cr eatur es living in his bear d.
The w hole thing w as m or e jar r ing than being punched in the stom ach by a
substitute teacher.
They w er e old hands, akin to those of a r otting cor pse, w r inkled and gr aying like
an unidentified object in a m iddle school locker r oom .
I w as as r elieved as a r accoon that had just m anaged to not get hit by an
oncom ing speeding Pr ius on Centr e Str eet.
I w as as disappointed as Walker w hen he r eaches for a (com puter ) m ouse that
isn?t r eally ther e.
But all of a sudden, his dull w or ld w as lit up like w hen my little br other set off
fir ew or ks and the law n caught on fir e.
The butter fly gave him m or e life than CPR fr om a conventionally attr active
lifeguar d.
It w as as beautiful as a box w ith a per fectly fitting lid that slides to cover the
contents ever so slow ly.
But his life w as shor t-lived as he slid off the iceber g like a cupcake stuck to the
w all by its fr osting.
It tasted like som eone had vom ited onto a dead squir r el, then a dog pooped on it.
He felt like Kour tney Kar dashian, the m ost ignor ed Kar dashian in the fam ily.
The oldest one?s nam e w as Har r y. Wonder w hy? Because he w as bald of cour se!
In fact, as bald as a w ood chip.
The youngest w as nam ed...Wonder w hy? Wonder w hy? Because he w as like a
por k chop w onder ing w hy life isn?t a lie.
One day, they all dr ank som e juice that w as as good as old Tw inkies that had
been left in the sun.
The next day, they w oke up w ith a str ange taste in their m ouths. As
str ange-tasting as an old, stale gr aham cr acker.
They looked as dem ented as a w heezing octopus.
Olivia cast an angr y glar e at Thur ston; a glar e m or e pow er ful than 1,000
dinosaur s.
His eyes gleam ed in fear as he star ed back, tear s r ushing dow n his eyes like the
gr eat w ater s of Niagar a Falls.
Olivia looked disgusted, as if she had just w atched a m an eat his ow n diar r hea.
Thur ston left the r oom , tear s stinging his eyes like a thousand angr y bees
sw ar m ing over a spilled apple car t on a hot sum m er ?s day.
His yelp of pain w as like a banshee at a r ock concer t.

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