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At least, that’s what Petunia had always been told. “It’s unnatural,” the others grunted. “No pig should try to be something she’s not.” But Petunia couldn’t help it. The lipstick made her feel like a sunset; bold, warm, unforgettable.

Still, the other animals in the barn whispered. Even the farmer’s daughter, Lily, wrinkled her nose. “Pigs don’t wear makeup, Dad,” she’d said, her voice sharp as a snapped twig.

That afternoon, Petunia sulked beneath an old oak tree, the scent of damp earth clinging to her. She rubbed her nose in the dirt, smearing away the soft wax. They were right.

Then she heard footsteps. Lily knelt beside her. “I didn’t mean to make you sad,” she whispered. From her pocket, she pulled out a tube of bright red lipstick, smooth as butter. Gently, she swiped it across Petunia’s sticky snout.

“There,” Lily said through her toothy smile. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Petunia blinked. Her heart fluttered like a trapped moth. Maybe nobody loved a pig wearing lipstick... until now.

She strutted back to the barn, head high, red lips gleaming like a ripe apple.

And this time, when the others whispered, she just smiled.

He took one look at what was under the table and noped the hell out of there.

Bob could tell that it was not of this fable

and ran out of there with a scare

Bob could very well…smell 

What was under the counter 

For he had an encounter

It was a big as a mouse 

You could smell it throughout the house.

It was as brown as a bear   

I think it had hair

From its stench

You would wrench.

It looked like a giant raisin

Who is responsible for this creation 

And poor Bob, he was scared 

So unprepared 

He got it in his hair

It was everywhere

Bob ran as fast as he could 

It looked like a piece of wood.

He ran into a mall

Then Bob started to bawl.

He said “it was covered with mold,

It was so very old.”

The light shining on Bobs face 

You could see it, it was all over the place.

His body smelt from the stink

So he washed himself in the sink

So silent you could hear a wink

Then Bob told his mom

she was surprisingly calm

And she said

“What goes on in your head?”

          The body piercing didn’t go exactly as he expected. When the needle for his belly button piercing stabbed him and popped his stomach. Then they had to rush him to the hospital to receive medical attention. By the time he got there it had been thirty minutes since the incident and the acids had reached his intestines so they needed to operate. They got him in there as fast as a rabbit but not fast enough. You could tell by his face that was pale as snow that he was in incredible pain. Within one hour and a half he was dead . His family came and cried an ocean of tears. After they heard the news they went to go buy a coffin they found one that was very soft and blue. They bought  it and planned the funeral. Then they gathered his things and put them in a box to be donated to goodwill. Once they were done their funeral was planned on his  birthday. After his funeral his siblings went to the bar and told funny stories about his life and how sad they were that he was gone. This is what happens when piercings go wrong.

Date: March 19

Period: 6 

one sock millions of memories

       She did a happy dance because all of the socks from the dryer matched. As my mother used to say a lifetime ago, “You only need something small, a small bit of joy in a world of sadness”. I heard in the haze of oblivious childhood. It was now May 18, the luckiest day of the year when good things were supposed to happen. My luck has been faltering lately as delicate as a dandelion on the breeze until it is about to fall apart with the slightest gust. I knew something was missing from my life like a lost piece of an old puzzle. I was alone, in my small college dorm. I could hear the music coming from next door. Now I was scared for the future that seemed to not have a place for me. I have learned things that I wish I knew before: love is a lake , you don’t know how deep it is before you jump and lose your footing. As I looked through the old photo album I noticed hidden… behind the old photo album single sock mom knitted, soft in the palm of my hand long ago just like I remembered.

Quite the place for a birthday party. 

3/17/25

Period 6

     The job interview 

Standing on one’s head at job interviews forms a lasting impression. He felt the door knob and twisted it open, when he heard a loud crash coming from down the hallway, he went to walk towards the only room with a light on. He entered down the hallway and then heard someone humming like a hummingbird's wings. As he got closer to the door he started to see a man in  a chair, the man was wearing a black suit with slippers on. When he took another step closer the wood floor made a screeching noise, the man then turned around, to his surprise he had an open wound on his right arm. He guessed it was from the loud crash that he heard earlier.”Come in, come in” Said the man in somewhat of an awkward tone, as he walked in and sat down in the chair the man just smiled. “And what may your name be?” He asked. He then replied with “Thomas…” The man then asked him to show him a talent he has. He got up from his chair, put his hands to his head… and took off his head and placed it on the ground…

3/17/25

Period 6

The paintbrush was angry at the color the artist chose to use. The paintbrush felt as though it would not snap like a twig and join its friends in the broken cup. The artist moved it with such technique that it felt like a gentle massage to the paintbrush. The artist dipped the paintbrush into more water and headed for the greenish orange. Once the paintbrush was dipped into the color it so strongly disliked, it wished to join its friends. The artist painted on the color with the bright blue, bright yellow and purple. The paintbrush fell into depression at the sight of the finished product and had a deep sorrow for the project. All those colors eaten up by the absorbent paper and put to waste. The artist signed the art, framed it, then hung it on the wall. The eyesore staring back at the paintbrush left the paintbrush disheartened. The artist then took one last look at his artwork before slowly walking away. The paintbrush rolled over and fell into the broken cup that had been placed on the floor. Then the paintbrush's unloyal friends attacked the paintbrush because they were jealous of the paintbrush's unbroken fullness.

The dim lights cast soft golden shadows around the theater, making the great room appear even more enchanting. The ceiling towered above her and the walls were lined in a rich deep red velvet; graceful golden accents adorned the room. Bright spotlights shone pointedly at the stage, their beams illuminating drifting dust particles in the air. The grand scene looked somehow like a memory, or an old photograph come to life. 

She gasped in awe, making her mother look up at her curiously. The air smelled of theater foods and old fabric. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” said her mother. Seeing her daughter appreciating the sacred space just as she had so many years ago nearly brought a tear to her eye. Both of the women’s attentions were pulled to where the spotlights focused when the heavy curtains began to draw. Behind them two words were revealed—‘Memory Lane’. The show was finally beginning.

BIKES WITH ROCKETS

I know many children ask for a pony, but I wanted a bicycle with rockets strapped to it. When I was 6 years old all my friends wanted a pony for their birthday. I was a crazy girl back in the 90s and I wanted a bicycle with rockets. I wanted this because I would go faster than lightning. My parents wouldn’t get me one but I kept begging and begging. For Christmas my parents got me a puppy and I was happy to get it. I named him Rocket. I talked to my mom about a bicycle with rockets for my birthday and she said “that does not sound safe, how about a pony”. So I thought about saving money for my bicycle with rockets. I asked my neighbors if I could help with chores around their house. One of my neighbors said I can help with dusting. When I was helping I accidentally knocked over their lamp and the kaboom scared me. I offered to do more chores to pay for a new lamp too. Now I knew it would take forever to get my rocket. Maybe it would be easier to get a pony like my friends.

Period 6

The Unlikely Lesson

Beside what your teacher says, there’s a wrong way to wield a lasso.

“Pass the next book, please!”

“Rin! This is your tenth book. You either pick this one, or you're getting an F in my class!”

“WHAT!? That’s not fair! These books are boring!” Rin snapped, pushing the book back onto the shelf like it was a trap she wanted to avoid.

“Maybe you should read it before you judge. You know the saying, ‘never judge a book by its cover.’”

Rin rolled her eyes . “I’ve heard it a hundred times. But these are just a waste of time.”

“Look, you want to pass, right? Just pick a book.” I held out the next book “Maybe there’s something in it for you.”

Rin crossed her arms,She held her posture without changing. “Fine. But if I hate it, I’m blaming you.”

I couldn’t help but grin, knowing her curiosity would eventually give. “Just give it a shot.”

She opened the book with a sigh, then paused, her interest beginning to peek through the cracks. “Hmm, this isn’t so bad.”

“You see? The best things often show up when you least expect them.”

The lesson Rin needed wasn’t much different.

I could smell the faintest of blood, yet none appeared on me. When I finally got to my senses, I could now see, hear, feel, and smell everything that happened. The warm but harsh embrace of the flames. The sight of the unrecognizable mush of metal against metal, The sounds of the panicked, and the sounds of my cries, heard by me and no one else. I knew. I knew that I was dead.