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Anonymous Writing S.I.
In this thread, you will post a piece of writing and see if people can identify you. For example...
Get to the woods, I
tell myself, get to the woods and it will
be alright. I run, my feet pounding the cobblestone pathway I had
discovered a few months prior to that day. By the time I stop ten minutes
later, sweat is pouring down my face and I’m out of breath.
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Why
did you run? The question pounds in my head. I don’t even know. I just know
that it isn’t normal. When the girl walked up to me, I just bolted. I didn’t
say goodbye to the cloud or the wind.
And now I felt guilty.
We were having a pleasant conversation about
what kind of waffles smell t best when a small girl holding a kite ran near us.
She looked at me, curious. I felt jumpy, but I stayed still.
“What do you think?” I asked her softly. “Do
you think the cloud is right or the wind?” She gave me this curious look. Then
she opened her mouth.
“Mommy! There’s a stranger girl and she’s
talking funny stuff.” That’s when I bolted. I couldn’t help myself.
And now here I was, shaking and out of
breath.
A thought hit me. The wind had told me to
run, hadn’t it. I hadn’t realized that before, but I realized that now. And
another realization hit me then. She couldn’t hear the wind, or cloud. She
wasn’t like her.
But am I the different one, or is she? I
asked myself, knowing deep down what the answer was. And that answer hurt.
I started to walk home after that. My mum
was making pancakes with the recipe I had made up. Or, helped make up. The
wildflowers in the meadow by our house had recommended it.
It had taken me almost 10 minutes to sprnt
out here, so it takes a good half hour to get back home.
And when I did, Mum was angry.
“Cassy, where were you?” Mum says, looking
down at me. “The food is cold now.”
I don’t tell her.
Not my best writing.
submitted by Anonymous
(January 28, 2015 - 6:12 pm)
(January 28, 2015 - 6:12 pm)
That.... was... beatiful! I looooooved it!!!!!!
(February 5, 2015 - 4:55 pm)
Thank you! Please guess me! (I am not a Rumble Fish.) Are you... CaykeTheCook?
(February 8, 2015 - 4:26 pm)
I'm going to put down another piece.
There's a nice silence as I finish my speech. All of Controcty is staring at me like I'm a lunatic. Good. I am.
Controcty is one of those places where they think that girls are not as good as boys and are supposed to wear dresses al the time and play with their dolls instead of climbing on the jungle gym. How dumb, I think. So do some other tomboys. So we arranged our speech.
"Well?" I say. "Girls and boys do not all have the same traits! Sometimes a girl will want to throw dirt clobs or play a baseball game! Sometimes a boy will want to watch Hannah Montana and drink tea! Not all boys are rowdy, not all girls are prissy! That's just the way it is!"
I give them an angry stare. Finally, the mayor speaks.
"If you can get three-quarters of the town's children to sign a petition against gender rules, then yes, we will change our law."
That was easy. There are, ironically, more tomboys than girly-girls in Controcty. Plus, most of the boys enjoy playing sports with me and the other girls. We're quite good, really (we play in secret).
The next day, I give the mayor my petition. It's completely filled with more than three-quarters of Controcty's children. He has no choice.
"I will notify the Town hall," he says. That day, I wear shorts and a T-Shirt to school. I bring my mitt and bat for after school.
My team won.
(February 5, 2015 - 5:05 pm)
Of course I'm Rose bud! Who else is as obsessed with poetry as me?
Anono (short for Anonymous) 2324, are you Winter Firefly?
(February 5, 2015 - 6:05 pm)
Nope!!
(February 7, 2015 - 8:02 am)
Guess me! My poem is on the page before!
(February 7, 2015 - 9:57 am)
Tippidy top! Please guess me!
(February 8, 2015 - 4:27 pm)
S.E? Forrest?
(February 8, 2015 - 8:01 pm)
Nope indeed! Rumble on, Rumble Fish!
(February 9, 2015 - 11:58 am)
Guess me!
(February 9, 2015 - 3:49 pm)
Guess me! Pleeeaasee!
Oh, and if it's OK with you Anonymous (you're S.E., right?), can we add one more thing? Like age or location, for a hint?
(February 9, 2015 - 8:10 pm)