Sarah's Life

    What the hell am I doing now? LOL! Well Creative Writing for Teens is a 4-H project I've been taking for years and HERE is the ONLY place you'll get to see what I've been doing. I'll post my work on the writing prompts. I'll post the stories I've entered in the fair each year. Sadly this is my FINAL year taking the project as I'm "too old" to be in 4-H as of June 7th 2008. But I still want you all to see what I've been doing. It amuses me.

    Friend is a word that has become nearly meaningless. Everyone is your friend if you've known them five minutes. Though, I have trouble with the word. To be a friend, to me, I should trust you, care about you, and you should me too. We've had to have spent time together more than a five minute conversation.

    He looked at me, eyes wide with surprise and I smiled hoisting my weapon. A cry was brought to his lips that didn't have time to break free as a stream of water hit him again. Long before the bubbly sound of laughter emerged from his mouth his blue eyes shone with it. As if it were contagious I too laugh.

    I hold it poise, ready to strike. At any moment I"ll set the beast free and my sole companion in its taming will set to work, tainting the pure whiten pages. Smearing black in symbols I'm so fond of.

    Its my favorite. Bursting with life and passion. Warm like blood and deep like a good conversation. Reds are everywhere in your lovers lips, a young girl's bright cheeks. They explode in vibrate displays on the pages of your brother's comic books.

    "Below the belt!" My mind screamed. It was true I shouldn't have gone that far. "You do this all the bloody time!" I berated myself . I was doing it again, tearing myself down. So afraid of rising from my pain and being happy again. They'd only find away to hurt me again.

Loyal creative uncool weird odd loner untrusting naive obsessed 

Free out bang bamf scream smack strike shooting dead injuries war drought abuse neglect cruelty punch

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