Tourtelot’s Creative Writing Blog

SUPER HERO ON CAMPUS!
It was 1:09 pm on a Tuesday afternoon when Jefferson High School got served a small helping of justice. “It was so RAD!” said Frank Smith. Someone happened to be stealing iPods, Laptops, backpacks, and other important items when Miss. Appear noticed. She wasn’t the only one who noticed something though. Most superheroes have a secret identity, and someone thought this one was no exception. She decided to follow Miss. Appear around to see if she could catch her in the act of changing into a normal girl. Miss. Appear started following the thief in hopes of him accidentally leading her to where he hid all of the “loot.” Well Miss. Appear caught the campus thief, and the follower of Miss. Appear figured out who she is. I won’t say who she is for her privacy, but she has overcome one of her fears (see Super Interview on Page 2). The thief was none other than George Tanke. JUSTICE IS SERVED!

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In this deranged world
Which way is down or up?
Faceless humans taking every route…
Ceilings are sidewalls,
And what you think is a stair,
Is really a floor.
If you are going up in one direction,
You are upside down in another.
Don’t be surprised when you see the man.
Waking down the wall,
Not even spilling the contents of his satchel.
The man relaxing on the bench,
Is not tumbling down.
Nor will he ever.
For in this infernal world,
Nothing makes sense.
By Emily

I look up and see
The old bark peeling away
Like skin after you have
Scraped your knee.
It hurts when you
Peel it off me

I hate my job. I have to tell ya, getting stepped on is no fun! High heals are the worst. The spiky tips biting into my wood, ouch. Sneakers are O.K, but I’m still being stepped on in the long run. Another thing that really bites is a pet (no pun intended). I mean I know they are cute and cuddly, but cats, when they miss that box, P.U! Dogs, drooling all over the place, yuck. And when you forget to trim their claws, yeow! “Vroom” Ha ha! Hey! That tickles! Cut that out. Why does vacuuming always tickle? Maybe it’s all the little bristles on the inside, going round and round. Maybe it’s the dirt being swept off me. I really don’t know, but it is something to think about.  Finally. Now that that’s done. Awww come on! Why do you have to put all of that stuff back on me? Do you ever think it hurts? Well it does. The chairs and desks and dressers are really heavy. You complain while you are bringing them up the stairs to put on me, well I have to hold them until you take them an replace them. Then I have to hold the new ones! And when you shove them around, it’s like you scraping your knees! The only difference is I have a scar (well at least until you wax me). I also don’t appreciate how walls always get more attention than us floors! We don’t even get praised for all the stuff we go through! You should be grateful we are here! Walls get posters and photos and paintings, and paint! All we get is a carpet. If I could have anything, I would choose a carpet, because it would make getting stepped on not as painful, vacuuming less tickly, and make me a little more comfortable. Maybe that’s all I need to solve my problems. Just a carpet.

FLEA: I try to get your attention.
I try to annoy you.
Why aren’t you replying?

CAT: I ignore you.
You sure as heck are annoying me,
But I ignore you.

FLEA: I bounce around
And scare the wits out of you!

CAT: I slink around,
And petrify you.

CAT: I pounce on anything small and
Helpless.

FLEA: I bite anything big and helpless.

CAT: I’ll invite my friends.
Maybe this flea will like them
More than me.

FLEA: I’ll invite my friends,
Have a party,
We can all share the cat!

CAT: What’s this?
More fleas? Oh boy…

FLEA: What’s this?
More cats? Oh boy!