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Haiku: Squint

The sun shines too bright.

I have to squint to see you,

But it is worth it.

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– Lexie Brooke 🙂

 

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Perfect Harmony

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of my shoes hitting the ground, as I run stronger and stronger, is my perfect harmony.
My heart pounds out of my chest; my breath comes out harsh and sharp. I lose myself in the rhythm.

Scratch, scratch, scratch. 

The sound of my pen hitting the paper, as I write faster and faster, is my perfect harmony.
My hand cramps; my fingers work tirelessly. I lose myself in the story.

Ha, ha, ha.

The sound of my friends and family giggling, as I laugh harder and harder, is my perfect harmony.
My smile shines; my stomach aches from the laughter. I lose myself in them.

Thump, scratch, ha.

The sound of my shoes, pen, friends and family. I run and write and laugh. I lose myself.

This is my perfect harmony.

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– Lexie Brooke 🙂

 

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Bright Side

A young girl once lived in a small, yellow house at the end of a dirt road.

To the left of the house, there were beautiful flowers that reached high into the sky in vibrant shades of blue and pink. There was a long, soft field of green grass and tall trees with long, flowy branches. Bees buzzed and birds chirped; the sun always shined.

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To the right of the house, however, there was nothing of the sort. There were dead plants that barely reaches up to one’s knees in haunting shades of brown and gray. There was a patched, rough strip of dull dirt and old chairs with rotted, dirty arms. The only sound was the howling of demons; the sun never shined.

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The girl’s bedroom window faced to the left of the house so that every morning she woke up to the radiant sunlight and the dazzling green trees.
The door to the girl’s house faced to the left of the house so that every afternoon she walked out into the spectacular beauty and light of the garden.

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Every day, she spent her days taking in the tranquility of the garden.
She planted more flowers, never walking through the dirt and debris on the other side of her house.
She buzzed with the bees and sang with the birds, never going to sit on the old chairs on the other side of her house.
She bathed in the sunlight, never taking notice of the screams and howls on the other side of her house.

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In this way, the girl blossomed and bloomed, over on the bright side of her house.
In this way, the girl never confronted the demons right next to her, simply because she never looked at them.

It was never necessary when the bright side was better anyway.

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

P. S. I hope you enjoyed this piece of creative writing, it was inspired by the common phrase/quote “look on the bright side of life”.

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Inspired by “I’ll Give You the Sun” by Jandy Nelson

I drew my little world, on my piece of paper with my Crayola crayons.

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I drew my forest, with tall dark trees and rough brown dirt.
I drew my ocean, with deep blue waters and soft tan sand.
I drew my sun, with glowing yellow rays, and my stars, with shining white sparkles.

It was wonderful and beautiful and it was all mine to explore.

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I trekked through my forest, climbing trees high above my land.
I dived through my ocean, swimming deep below my land.
My sun shined for me in the day and my stars twinkled for me in the night.

It was glorious and magnificent and it was all mine to inhabit.

One day, you popped into my little world.
I don’t know how you got there, but you did.
On this day, you had your own Crayola crayons.
I don’t know why you brought them, but you did.

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You added to my forest, making the trees taller and darker and the dirt rougher and browner.
You added to my ocean, making the waters deeper and bluer and the sand softer and tanner.
You added to my sun, making the rays glow further, and to my stars, making the sparkles shine brighter.

And it turns out your crayons made my world even more wonderful and even more beautiful.

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We trekked through my forest, climbing trees to the very top of my land.
We dove through my ocean, swimming to very bottom of my land.
My sun shined for us all day and my stars twinkled for us all night.

And it turns out your company made my world even more glorious and even more magnificent.

But one day, you said it was time for you to go.
I don’t know why you said it, but you did.
On this day, you said this world was mine to live in, not yours.
I don’t know why you felt that, but you did.

So I gave you my forest, with its tall dark trees and rough brown dirt.
I gave you my ocean, with its deep blue water and soft tan sand.
I gave you my sun, with its glowing yellow rays, and my stars, with their shining white sparkles.

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On this day, you said this was too much.
I couldn’t see how you thought that, but you did.
On this day, you said maybe we should share the little world.
I couldn’t see why not, so we did.

You gave me back the ocean and the stars, and I let you keep the forest and the sun.

And it was wonderful and beautiful and glorious and magnificent and it was all ours to share.

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– Lexie Brooke 🙂

P. S. Hope you enjoyed this piece of creative writing inspired by the book I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson.

The quote that inspired me is: “The sun, stars, oceans, trees, everything, I gave it all up for you”.

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Book Review: “We Were Liars” by E. Lockhart

“We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken”.

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Summary: This book is about Cadence, or Cady, who is part of a large and wealthy family who spends their summers on a private island owned by Cady’s grandfather. Her summers are always joyful and full of freedom, shared with her cousins Mirren and Johnny, as well as Johnny’s friend Gat, who Cady begins a romantic relationship with. Cady’s mother has two sisters, and they all compete for attention, leaving the grandchildren to deal with these arguments.
But Cady hasn’t been to the island for the past two summers, and she only remembers bits and pieces of what happened and why she doesn’t go back anymore. For the past two years, Cady has also been having lots of migraines. She tries to email her cousins because they used to be super close and spend all their time on the island together. She wants to know what really happened that year, but nobody will tell her.
Cady comes back to the island for a month, and gradually remembers the shocking things that happened that summer.

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My Review: This book was recommended to me by multiple friends and I really enjoyed it. The plot can be a bit difficult to follow because the story is not told chronologically, but other than that it was a good easier/summer read. I also loved that there was a big plot twist because I don’t often come across books like that and it’s so fun to read them. I won’t say anything else about that, other than the fact that it left me completely surprised and shocked. The characters were also great, in my opinion, because they were all flawed but still likable. For example, Cady was a little argumentative and I didn’t agree with all of her actions, but she was also a very relatable and vulnerable teen in many ways. Her grandfather was similar; he could be very manipulative at times but was also kind and understanding.
I also liked that the book included a romantic aspect in the relationship between Cady and Gat without focusing the entire story on romance. It also focused on friendship and family, which made it much more diverse and enjoyable. The language of this story is unique because the sentences are short and often very direct. I personally enjoyed this; it’s always fun to read a new style of writing.

My Rating: 9/10.
I really loved this story because it made me think twice about everything I read, which isn’t something that happens to me a lot when I’m reading. The only reason I don’t give it a 10/10 is that I’m not sure I would enjoy re-reading it, since the details aren’t so complicated that a second time around would give new insight.

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Favorite Quotes: 

“Be a little kinder than you have to”.

“Do not accept an evil you can change”.

“If you want to live where people are not afraid of mice, you must give up living in palaces”.

“I don’t actually care what you think, so it’s perfectly ok”.

 

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

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10:48

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I am in class. Chemistry, to be exact. Science has never been my thing.

I check the clock. 10:48.

Time for notes. I copy and copy and copy, switching from blue to green as I color code. None of this makes any sense!

I check the clock. 10:50.

How can time be moving so slowly?

 

I am leaving school. The last day of school, to be exact. Freshman year was actually great.

I check the date: June 15th, 2016.

Time for more school work already. I talk and I laugh and of course, I study, switching from English to French as I dive into my work. I’m getting the hang of this!

I check the date: June 15th, 2019.

How can time be moving so quickly?

 

I should have stopped to think once in a while, to cherish the moments I had while I was younger.

I should have stopped to appreciate my friends once in a while, to cherish the moments I had while I was with them.

I should have stopped to look around once in a while, to cherish the moments I had while I was there.

But… wait. I did stop to think and appreciate and look around. Like, every day. It felt like it would never end, like time was moving so slowly that there was nothing else to do but stop to think and appreciate and look around.

So how did I get here?

I guess that’s the funny thing about time: it passes.

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

P. S. Hope you enjoyed this piece of creative writing! It’s inspired by how I feel about high school right now, that every day goes by so slowly but somehow looking back it’s been a blur so far.

I guess it’s a reminder to cherish the moments you have, but not have any regrets, and not be too upset about being stuck in a “slow” time.

 

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Thought Flowers

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I am a gardener of thoughts.

I work all day and night up in my brain.

My thoughts are the flowers. They stem up constantly, always growing and changing.
I grow lilacs, and daffodils, and hydrangeas, and marigolds, and daisies, and sweet pea, and violets, and roses, and much more.

I am very proud of my garden.

It is hard work to be a gardener of thoughts.
Why? You might ask.
Don’t you just watch the beautiful flowers grow?

You see, every rose has a thorn. And every flower has weeds. These parts of my thought garden are ugly, and spiteful, and unkind.
So, every day, I pluck the thorns and I pull the weeds. It is hard labor because once the bad seeds are planted, the roots settle in, deep underground. There’s no way of stopping them from growing back.
The only thing I can do is push them away whenever they return.

It is hard work to be a gardener of thoughts.
That doesn’t sound too hard! You say.
All you have to do is move the bad flowers.

You see, now my garden is empty. The thorns and weeds leave a hole. The hole is bare, and hollow, and meaningless.

So, every day, after I pluck the thorns and I pull the weeds, I plant new seeds. It is not hard labor, but it is still difficult. As I said, once the seeds are planted, the roots settle in, deep underground. There’s no way of stopping them from growing back.
The only thing I can do is try my hardest to choose good seeds this time around. I find thought flowers that I think will lack thorns and weeds.

It is hard work to be a gardener of thoughts.
Is that all? You ask.
Choosing can’t take that long.

You see, even the beautiful thought flowers require work. They need water to grow. Without it, they will wither, and shrink, and die.

So, every day, after I pluck the thorns and I pull the weeds and I plant new seeds, I water the beautiful flowers. It is not hard labor, and it is not difficult, but it is time-consuming. As I said, I grow lilacs, and daffodils, and hydrangeas, and marigolds, and daisies, and sweet pea, and violets, and roses, and much more. These beautiful flowers need attention. If they do not get water, they might die. Or, even worse, they might become bad thought flowers if they don’t get proper attention.
The only thing I can do is water them as much as possible. I spend the rest of my time nurturing the beautiful flowers.

It is hard work to be a gardener of thoughts.

I am very proud of my garden.

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

 

P.S. I hope you enjoyed this piece of creative writing. It is inspired by a quote I love:

“Only grow thoughts in your brain that you wouldn’t mind putting in a vase” – Anonymous/Unknown.