Creative Writing Pot-Luck by Jenny Hubbert

We sat in the classroom
exchanging cookies and chips
exchanging tiny stories
exchanging glances
of love and humour
changing from anxious to happy
in 30 seconds as Ashton spoke of emo Abigail.

The Letter by Jenny Hubbert

You told me if you were to commit suicide you would stick your head out the window while driving and smash it into a mailbox. I pictured a watermelon thrown against a wall when you said this. I woke up today and had no mail. I wonder if I ever will again.

There You Are by Mitchell Leger

Everyone tells me I shouldn’t be near you. I know this too, but I just can’t. You take my pain away. You make me forget. I go home there you are, I go to school there you are, I go talk to my friends and they brought you with them. I was digging through my book bag, and there you were. I unscrewed your top and took two more pills. Thank you for being there

Life of a Stray Cat by Leanne Phillips

There once was a stray cat who lived wherever it could find shelter. The cat would eat when it could find food, but that dd not happen often. During the winter months the cat had a hard time finding  a place t stay warm and away from the cold s now. One cold snowy night th cat was looking for a place to stay when it found a deck. Under the deck there was no snow but on the side there was. The cat crawled in and curled up in the middle, it was nice and warm but the cat could not concentrate because was so hungry. Instead of going to find food the cat stayed where it was and went to sleep.The next morning the cat woke up and found a bowl of food where the cat entered to go under the deck.The cat went over to it  and when it started to eat, something fell on to the cat and everything went dark. A few moments later the cat felt itself being lifted off the ground and brought into a really warm place and then the dark thing was removed. The cat noticed it was in a building and there was a bed with food and water. The cat went and ate the food and went to sleep on its warm bed. After that day the cat never went cold or hungry again.

Counting Stars by Jamie Card

The tiny girl lay, gazing up at the dark ink stained sky.
She watched as satellites moved through space.
The earth beneath her slowly spun without notice.
The surrounding lives quickly passed everyone by.
All the while, laying in the dark green oasis,
She was counting the stars.

Me, My ship, and I by Ashton Thorne

I don't feel so lonely anymore
The hurt has risen and floated away
Strong headed, I didn't let you in
You couldn't break me down

The sea has stopped rushing over me
It has dried up for now
I wish it would stay away forever
But there will always be a storm

I've treid to fight it off
Here on my ship of no crew
There is no men to go over board
Just me to take care of

Once in awhile, every so often
A visitor will come aboard
Usually someone I could learn to admire
But they never end up staying long

My ship has seen many mates
yet, there is only one who stays true
Why that would be the captain of course
Always just the ship and I, fighting through every storm

Goodbye by Ashton Thorne

 How would you feel if someone told you goodbye? What if this someone was your bestfriend for four years? Would you feel hurt if they told you that your the girl they'd do anything for and they've always loved you; but now they're saying goodbye. I can answer all of those questions and tell you that I felt sad and yes I felt hurt. i can tell you that losing my best friend Denver, it killed me inside. We had fought before and we'd got over it; it was different this that time. It's as if we'd been fighting a war for an entire month; there was a constant battle at the front with no breathing room. I knew how it all would end and I remember wishing I was wrong. There would be no victory as we had both fiven up and would much rather the silence.
     I met Denver my first year at East Valley High. He was in my english class and we hit it off right away. We hit it off so well that we ended up dating for a few months. The break up wasn't terrible at all if anything it was for the best as we only grew closer afterwords. Over our next years at high school we managed to create the best friendship anyone could ask for; we had become each others family. We both went through hard times and always overcame it with each others help. I wish that strong bond we had, held on forever.
     During our graduating year, Denver became very depressed. He wasn't living at home, he hung out with the wrong crowd, and the drug problem only got worse. He began to push me away but I fought hard to keep myself in. I spent many nights in tears wishing I could help him' he was my bestfriend, and I felt his hurt.
     No matter how hard I treid and reminded him of the past he continued fighting harder against me. He fought me until it came to a point where I was forced to surrender and he had done the same. There was a barrier between us that was much to strong for me to take down. A few days after, he wrote me a letter filled with words creating his "final goodbye" to me, as he called it. He signed the letter and wrote "p.s. you'll always be my number one girl."
    I never forgot the day I read it and I never got rid of it either. Here I am today, three years later with the letter clutched in my hand, standing before a headstone labelled "Denver Howe. Beloved brother and son." Standing next to me was his mother; she grabbed my hand, turned to me and said "You were his only regret in life, he told me saying goodbye was the biggest mistake he ever made." I smiled at her as a tear started form in the corner of my eye; i looked at the letter. I placed it beside the headstone. My final words whispered in the wind as I walked away, "I forgive you. Goodbye."