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Back to my pumpkin
"My top is cut open, and my guts are cut open and baked. Then my eyes are carved! I can see! I’m happy until I see the mirror, where I realize my eyes are carved by a 3-year old, and they aren’t really eyes! Then I feel her cutting my nose which is only a tiny square! Then my mouth is carved into a hideous frown."
Poor Alex
I'm mad that I've gone back and edited stuff. Because a lot of my ideas weren't terrible, so I thought, hey I'll add onto that holy crap it's awful I have to fix it
Kinda feel that.
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Some more highlights from my pumpkin story:
"She puts me in her bed, and goes to sleep. I, however have eternally open eyes, and have to somehow entertain myself all night."
mood
"She eats breakfast (made from my guts. Ew…)"
what
"After school, Molly goes home and sits in front of a weird thing, like a box, with moving pictures. I want to turn around, but I can’t. I just have to stare all day, for who knows how long, until one of the parents yells, “Molly! Have you done your homework?” She jumps up and presses a button to turn off the box, and goes to scribble on a meaningless piece of paper."
Apparently, I had strong feelings about homework even then
"Now looking in the mirror from the soft pink bed sheets, I realize that I am the perfect pumpkin, just in a different way. Not looks, looks don’t matter. What really does matter, is love."
Please note that the next year in our poetry unit I only wrote extremely dark and gruesome poetry
I'll try to find that
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OH MY GOD I FOUND A POEM FROM 5TH GRADE THAT GOT FEATURED IN THE SCHOOL MAGAZINE
DO Y'ALL WANNA SEE IT?
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She puts me in her bed
I don't know either
A) She's three
B) Who lets a three-year-old carve a pumpkin in the first place
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YEEESSSS!!!! DO IT!
YEAH.
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Alrighty here y'all go
A 5th grade poem of mine
Earth
The land, and every nation
Everything underground
Creating a solid foundation
For everything around
Fire
The blazing rage inside
The oldest form of heat
The burn that you cannot hide
The danger that is also neat
Water
The cool, flowing, stream
The refreshing, rushing, substance
Liquid, ice, or steam,
Next to the land or among us
Air
Light, clear, and free
Zipping from place to place
Always filled with glee
To be filling empty space
All together, these elements unite
Keeping the world at a balance
Working hard day and night
A council of true valiance
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Looking back on it, so am I
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But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked….
Water's a bit more than smooth peace.
Not gonna copypaste it but HAVE SOME CRINGE. I wrote it in like… seventh grade, when I was "in love" with a dude in my class…I convinced a friend to publish it on Wattpad for me…
I can't read it…
The link works for me? Unless you mean it's just so bad you can't?
Nah it wants me to sign in to Wattpad. Sometimes happens.
Following this.
I got a bunch of old writing but I’ll need to translate a good majority of it into English first if I post it here
If you want to put in that work I'm sure we will all be glad to see it Lol.
Nah it wants me to sign in to Wattpad. Sometimes happens.
Ah alright
