” Creative writing provides a safe, judgment-free zone where students can explore their emotions, identities, and thoughts. It allows them to find their own voice and share personal stories, leading to improved self-worth.”-Connections Academy
Ms. Wright, 7th Grade, Group One
I woke up in the morning and a
Shoe spoke to me saying
“Don’t walk on me!
I hate it when you do.”
I looked at the shoe and said
“I need more sleep.
I’m starting to hallucinate.”
Then I went back to bed.
The shoe spoke again
Saying “Hey! Don’t ignore me!
I’m talking to you!”
I looked at it again and said
“I need to stop staying
Up so late every single day.”
And I proceeded to sleep
I woke this morning and a city
spoke to me
Saying “I can provide anything for you.”
“Really?” I questioned
“Yes. Everything you want is here.”
“Get up from bed and explore.”
“Why should I get up?” I say as
I bury myself in my blanket.
The city started to continuously
Make sounds you would hear
In a city.
Honking noises,
People talking,
Drills drilling,
Sirens sounding.
“Why do you want me to wake up so badly?!”
I yelled out
“Because there is much for you to explore.”
I decide to listen to the city
And explore.
As I explore,
I thank the city
And it thanks me back.
I woke up in the morning,
And I came out into the kitchen.
“I’m so stressed,” I exclaimed.
But then a pot started talking to me
“What’s wrong?” it asked
“I can’t do my work in time,
There’s too much.”
“Why don’t you do it slowly?”
It asked,
“But then I can’t do it in time!” I said,
“You always cook with me on low heat and slowly,
and you still get your cooking done”.
“Why can’t you do the same with your work?”
Ms. Wright, 7th Grade, Group Two
As I steer the ship, I realize
“THE GPS IS BROKEN!!
Omg what do I do???”
That’s when I saw a bright light
I knew it was a lighthouse
As the ship moved closer
The anchor dropped next
To the lighthouse island
“Hi, what’s up with you?” the lighthouse said
“Help, my GPS is broken. I don’t know how to
Get home.” I studdered
“Oh! Don’t worry, I’ve been here all my life!
Go South, over there is Chicago.”
The lighthouse explained.
“THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” I exclaimed
“Don’t worry, that’s what I do,” Lighthouse said back
“Alright, I’ll be on my way. Have a great rest of your day.”
I said as I removed the anchor and sailed away
To reach the place I call,
My home.
Visiting a farm
I walk around.
I see various animals
Round and round.
But then,
I spot a lamb.
“Why are you so concerned?”
I ask.
I didn’t expect an answer,
Until it gave an answer back.
“It’s just how it always has been.”
I thought I was insane
Hearing an animal talking to me.
I spin around
to see if it was a prank.
No one was looking.
“Can I ask you why?”
“Most animals are raised to the fullest and then sent
somewhere distant.”
“Then what happens?”
I questioned with a frown.
“They are then turned into products
People used it day after day.
Like the clothes you wear
And the food you eat.”
The lamb looks up, looking very seriously.
“Will humans eat animals that could
Talk?”
It shook me to the core.
When I arrive home,
Dinner is served.
I look at the chicken that is prepared
And the only thing I could do
I think of what the lamb said.
My left foot leaped
forward
Leaving the right
All alone in a split position,
bended
“What the heck?”
I mumbled to myself.
“Is this what you call chorea?
Oh, nah”
I tried to get up with my hands.
My feet were as still as a Barbie doll,
Frozen in place.
I smacked my shoe.
“Ow! Why are you hitting me, human?!”
I hit my shoe again, twice.
The right one this time.
I looked around,
lushful grass in the park
filled with dogs walking people.
People’s eyes watching me
Like I’m a crazy person!
Then, I realized.
“Wait… D-did you… just talk…?
I’m in a dream right?
Right?
Right?
Oh, shucks.”
I accepted this reality,
Rather quickly.
I mean, black holes exist as well…?
So, a talking foot can too…?
I thought to myself.
I help you walk, and this is how you treat me?
Wow.”
The now angered foot responds.
“Well, how do you expect me to answer a talking foot?!
Especially mine as well!”
“Is it only the left foot…?”
I blurted to the limbs.
“No,”
It said nonchalantly
As it made the right foot reach
Into a split.
A SPLIT.
“Yeowch! Why would you do that?!”
I yelped in the tingling pain.
“Ugh…”
“How come I only noticed you
now?” I whispered to my feet.
“Well, you’re always staring at your phone instead of me.
Of course you wouldn’t notice!”
Ranted the left and right feet.
“Oh yeah, that’s true…” I mumbled.
“Whatever, whatever.
Can we just go now, human?!”
“Um, how am I supposed to when
YOU’RE MAKING ME BE IN A SPLIT?!”
The two argued.
“Nah, you’re just sitting like that,
I never did
anything.”
“Wow, now you’re just being ignorant.
The two bickered
back and forth.
Legends say people are still staring
At the crazy girl doing the splits,
Talking to themselves
In the middle of a park
That is long dead.