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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.

 

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The End: Finishing a Book

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“…the end”.

I close the book. I remain motionless, staring straight ahead, contemplating the ending of yet another story that is, in that moment, my new favorite. It always is. Then, I go onto Pinterest and pin my favorite quotes from the book so that I won’t forget it. Now I take the book and hug it to my chest for a minute before finding the perfect place for it on my shelf.

This is my ritual.

This is what I do every time I finish a book. Unless it’s a library book, of course. Then I skip the part about putting it on my shelf.

When I finish a book, I feel a little bit empty. Just a little bit. It sounds silly, I know. But this story that has been a part of my life since whenever I started the book is over. I feel this way regardless of the ending. If it’s a happy ending, then I am sad that I don’t get to read more of the characters’ journeys. If it’s a sad ending, then I am sad that the characters’ journeys didn’t end the way they should have. Either way, it’s over. These characters and this story no longer exist, except for in my imagination.

I don’t know why I feel this involvement in books and some others do not, but it is what keeps me reading. The moment one story ends, I want to read another. The empty feeling goes away as I begin a new journey with new characters. I am able to lose myself in their stories – their troubles, their successes, their relationships, their lives. I eagerly tear through the pages, losing my surroundings as I read on.

I eagerly tear through the pages, diving right into the new story. My heart pounds at each cliffhanger and drops at each plot twist. I devour each word, filling myself up as one would with air, reading on and on until…

The end.

And the cycle starts again.

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

 

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Inspired by “All the Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven

She is beauty;

The kind of beauty that makes you sad,

Because you know it’s all just plastic.

She is popular;

The kind of popular that isn’t real,

Because the people are fake and the laughs are forced.

He is unique;

The kind of unique that isn’t a good thing,

Because it’s not cool to be different, right?

He is spontaneous;

The kind of spontaneous that’s so much better than boring,

When you give it a try.

 

She is a cool purple,

Imaginative and sad and confused.

He is a blazing yellow,

Energetic and frantic and… confused.

But how could that be?

That the two, purple and yellow, can feel the same way?

Not quite the same,

But not so different either.

 

Colors bleed together,

When they meet at the right place.

But won’t that look bad, and ugly, and wrong?

Well sure, it’s messy.

But have you forgotten?

That purple,

And yellow,

Are complimentary colors.

 

Hey, guys! This piece of poetry/creative writing is inspired by Violet and Finch’s relationship in All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven, which I just recently read and loved.

Specifically, it’s inspired by this quote from the book: “You are all the colors in one, at full brightness”.

Hope you enjoyed! As always, feel free to leave any advice, tips, suggestions, etc. in the comments – I appreciate any feedback.

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

 

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One of “Those” People

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“Oh, he’s one of those kids”. What does this comment mean? It could be a positive remark; maybe he’s one of those kids who is effortlessly cool or naturally good at sports. It could also be a negative remark; maybe he’s one of those kids who is socially awkward or prefers reading to football.

I like to look at this phrase in a positive way, but no matter what the comment might mean, I think we all wish we were one of those people. One of those people who can make anything she says funny, one of those people who is always kinds to others without trying, one of those people who is good at singing without lessons. (Me personally, I wish I was one of those people who can try new things without being afraid. I’ve gotten better about it, and maybe I will be one of those people someday. But that’s beside the point).

The thing is, how do we know if we actually are one of those people? Who knows? Maybe people think of me as one of those people who can read without hating it, and maybe they think of you as one of those people whose smile is so infectious that it lights up the whole room. I’d like to think that everyone is one of “those” people (in the positive sense, of course!) in one way or another. Everyone has something that other people wish they had, too.

My goal is to stop wishing I was one of “those” people and to treasure the traits that I do have. It’s okay to admire those people of course, and it’s okay to have parts of you that you want to work on. But it’s also time we realize that everyone, including you and me, has something worth treasuring.

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

P. S. This was my first short piece of creative/original writing ever! Please comment below tips, suggestions, or ideas for me – I really appreciate any feedback.

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My Favorite Book Quotes

Whenever I finish a book, I go on Pinterest and Goodreads and I save quotes from that book. It’s a routine. It’s how I preserve my favorite lines of the book so that I can look at them whenever I please. I’ve been doing this for a while now, and I’ve saved some really amazing quotes. The thing I love about getting great book quotes is that anyone can enjoy them, even if they haven’t read the book. The right quote also might encourage someone to read the book themselves! I love looking at other people’s favorite quotes too because it’s so interesting to see what lines stand out to other people. So, I’ve decided to share some of my favorite book quotes from some of my favorite books.

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1. “All the reading she had done had given her a view of life they had never seen” – Roald Dahl, Matilda.

2. “If you want to live where people are not afraid of mice, you must give up living in palaces” – E. Lockhart, We Were Liars.

3. “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it” – J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

4. “The sun, stars, ocean, trees, everything, I gave it all up for you” – Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun. 

5. “…’Atticus, he was real nice…’ ‘Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them” – Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird. 

6. “I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is” – Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

7. “And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to just be a character, going whichever way the story says. It’s knowing that you could be the author instead” – Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead.

8. “The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. 

9.”I like the assumption that everyone is trying his best, and we should all just be kind to each other” – Christina Baker Kline, Orphan Train. 

10. “Panic might feel like a bad thing, but in actual fact, it contains thousands of little splinters of hope” – Sarah Moore Fitzgerald, The Apple Tart of Hope.

Those are just ten quotes from my long list of favorites, so maybe I’ll post something like this again in the future. I was going to write descriptions about why I like each of them, but I’ve decided to let you interpret them however you’d like to instead of letting my personal story get in the way.
Also, please remember that I would love any tips, advice, feedback, or recommendations from you since I’m still very new at this. More posts to come, hope you enjoyed!

– Lexie Brooke 🙂