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Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her
classmates of why he wasn’t there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce
their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn’t there.
“Where’s her daddy at?”
she heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,”
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.”
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.
“Cause my daddy’s always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he’ll forever be in my heart”
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
“I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
but heaven’s just too far
You see he was a firefighter
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
and she saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a special
person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then an entire
life to forget them.

What do u think of my writing so far???

I’m writing a short story cuz i find it fun 2 do when your bored XD. Plz read it (the writing below obviously) and tell me if its good. Mind you i’m 12 its based on the future of my life hopefully sumthing like that. O and plz give me advice if you could. Anything would be great. Thankiez!!!

7th grade=new beginnings

It was 12:00 P.M. and Nicole still hadn’t fallen asleep. She stared at the T.V. flipping the channels finally settling on Home Improvement. She couldn’t stand watching T.V. anymore so decided to get out her book and read a chapter. Nicole still felt wide awake. The crisp night air came in through her window and she felt the chill hit her body. This felt nice on her sweating body. She looked at the clock again to see it was now 12:30 P.M. So she listened to escape the fate and drifted off to sleep…

“Honey wake up,” Nicole’s mom said in a chipper voice.

“Ugh, five more minutes,” Nicole replied in a mumble/moan type voice. Five minutes felt more like five seconds, but she knew she had to get up. Smelling waffles brought a smile to her face even though she was in a pretty cranky mood. Five more minutes passed and all that was left on the plate was a few drops of syrup.

A puzzled look came over to Nicole’s face as she stared into her closest. Her first day of school outfit had to express her style and personality. She looked at the Abbey Dawn skirt, matching shirt/tie, and black skinny jeans. A great outfit, but maybe too dressy she thought. She then looked over at the red skinny jeans, DC shirt, and her favorite sweatshirt she had gotten at the thrift store. She decided to go with the dressier outfit in the end because of the great style and the smile it brought to her face because she knew she would be different from everyone else. She put the outfit on and grabbed her black converse that she adored.

Now she looked at her hair in the mirror. What used to be dirty-blond hair was now beach blond with black and pink steaks in it. She thought her new hair was so awesome. Nicole then gave it a quick comb admiring its beauty. Now all she had to do was brush her teeth. Just as she grabbed the tooth brush there was a knock on the bathroom door. “What?” Nicole called.

“I need to use the bathroom, come on I’m not going to wait all day,” replied her brother, Cody, who’s voice sounded not that cranky, yet not that chipper like her mom’s. She carried her toothbrush and what not to her room and finished up using the mirror in her room, that was connected to her closet door. Nicole checked the clocked to see that she still had an hour to spare! She called her best friend, Alyssa, and talked for awhile. The time flew by. Before Nicole knew it, she was in the car with her best friend, being driven by her mom to school.

Nicole placed her black converse on the hard cement ground that was school property. She felt as if she was being controlled again and had no freedom like she did during summer. She saw her ex best friend and gave a little smile. Instead of smiling back she grimaced and turned the other way. Nicole shrugged. Alyssa and her started walking to the 7th grade entrance while passing by bigger and smaller students. Nicole spotted some sixth graders and could see the fear in there eyes. She remembered feeling that way her first day of middle school, but now her and Alyssa are in 7th grade and it would be a new beginning. She knew it.

The bell suddenly rang and they stepped inside. The crowd was horrible and Nicole and Alyssa got stuck in the middle. Alyssa managed to work her way out, but Nicole was still struggling to free herself from the stampede. As she was squirming around, she caught sight of a boy her age and height. His hair was jet black and had red tips. His bang covering one eye. Nicole stopped squirming and just starred at him in amazement. She couldn’t look away. He then caught sight of her. They both broke free from the crowd at the same time and bumped into each other. Nicole felt her face turn bright red.

“Oh sorry, my name is Nathan,” the boy said in a shy voice, but had a smile spread across his face.

“Oh its ok, my name is Nicole,” she said while gently touching his arm.

“Come on Nicole, we’re going to be late. You to can catch up later,” Alyssa said with eagerness deep within her voice.

“Well, I’ll see you later hopefully,” she said as Alyssa started tugging at her book bag.

“Ok peace,” he said while holding the peace sign up and his smile slowly fading as we were distanced from one another.

JenaRose: Yes i always end up doing that thanx 4 the the critism :)

Dylan A: Really kool what a coincidense lolz. And thanx a lot. :) . U made my day XD
Nick Frost: O crap!!! I always do that thanx a lot. Im such an airhead lolz
O and just 2 let u know this isn’t the whole story…there would be no ponit 2 it lolz. Its the beginning trying 2 work on it every other day or so. :)
Thanx so much 4 every1′s great remakrs. I keep rereading and changing stuff now lolz. I’m actually starting over trying 2 improve my writing. Here is how The latest and hopefully better version is coming along. Its only the first 2 paragraphs or so…i’m having a brain block lolz.

It was 12:00 A.M. and Nicole still hadn’t fallen asleep. She stared at the T.V. flipping the channels, finally settling on a cooking show, but decided to mute it anyway. After a minute of buzzing silence, she flipped open her enticing book and got caught up in a few chapters. Setting the book down was hard, due to the suspense, but the clock was ticking away loudly as if to remind her that she needed to get some rest. Unfortunately, she still felt wide awake. Crisp air flowed through her room. This felt good on her sweating body. The clock now read 12:45 A.M. She closed her eyes and tried to relax herself to sleep. She almost gave up, but suddenly exhaustion hit her out of nowhere.
“Honey, wake up,” Nicole’s mom whispered in a surprisingly chipper voice.

“Ugh, five more minutes,” Nicole managed to mumble. She couldn’t understand how her mom was so pleasantly happy this early in the morning. Suddenly five minutes was up and her feet slowly maneuvered their way onto the ground. Dizziness swept over as she rubbed her tired eyes. Thankfully, buttermilk waffles awaited her on the kitchen counter. Cold milk slowly ran down her throat after the last bit of waffle was gone.

Do you know where this very short story is from?! Help please!! please please please please

Lactose
I’ve never made cheese, but I’ve read up for years.

Why not, you’re probably asking? I guess to tell you the truth I was embarrassed by it. I’ve always had a thing for dairy products. The signs were there, but I never wanted anybody but me to know. It’s the kind of thing your shrink blames on your dad being away as a kid; always flying out of town to pay for that paper-box house with a BMW in the driveway. It’s the kind of thing your shrink blames on stress, alienation, and oh please, gender confusion? Yet regardless of all of the excuses this guy can come up with, you’re still the guy who sips from a cream carton while you-

and it ends with

-What happened next is kind of a blur. I remember a lot of paper work. A lot of missed calls and voicemails left on my family’s answering machine. I remember mom crying, dad not knowing what to say. I remember a lot of handcuffs. A lot of questions. A lot of apologies. And now, here I am, staring at the ceiling. Dr. Holstein is jotting down notes, probably how screwed up I am and how he has no clue what to do with me. That, or else brainstorming ways he can make me feel unwanted and guilty. Ways he can use his tie or his moustache to break my heart. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, I turn and am greeted with those huge black letters… “DR. HOLSTEIN.” For the first time I can remember, I laugh. What really can you do now, but laugh? This has to be some sick joke.

One demented, and truly sick joke.

How should I end my story?

Silly as it sounds, it’s about a fish who lears to fly. it’s for a children’s book for school. basically as soon as he hatches, felix (the fish) starts choking in the water. he ends up living on lily pads etc. he learns to swim holding his breath from a frog an fhow to walk on his tail from a snake xo) and meets a bird named jeepers who can’t fly yet and relates to him. Felix needs to fly but how? he sprouts wings:
And worse were the itches annoying his sides
That turned into bumps that he could not hide.
Right behind his fins, they itched constantly
It made him think that he might have a flea

but then what, how does he learn? does jeepers teach him? do they learn together? is it by accident?
I need some ideas please,
i hate writers block.
thanks!

Sad Story :(?

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow,Today was “Daddy’s Day” at school, and she couldn’t wait to go,But her mummy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home,Why the kids might not understand, if she went to skool alone

But she was not afraid, she knew just what to say, what to tell her classmates of why he wasn’t there today But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.

But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. Of a dad whos never there a dad who never calls.

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn’t there…

“Where’s her daddy” she heard a boy call out.”She probably doesn’t have one,” another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard another father say, “Looks like another dad, too busy to waste his day.” …

The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mum. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. slowly she began to speak and from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique ..

“My Daddy couldn’t be here, because he lives so far away.But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy and how much he loves me so,He loved to tell me stories…

surprised me with pink roses , and taught me to fly kite.We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.And though you cannot see him. I’m not standing here alone. Cause my daddy’s always with me,

I know because he told me, he’ll forever be in my heart” With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears..

watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring sraight into the croud She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. “I love my daddy very much, he’s my shining star..

And if he could, he’d be here, but heaven’s just too far. You see he was a fireman and died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers and taught us all how to fearBut sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away.”…

And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.And to her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surpriseA room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them…

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side “I know you’re with me Daddy,” to the silence she called outAnd what happened next made believers, of those once filled with..

doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose

I hoped you liked my poem i hope it brought a tear to your eye and i hope you will allways rember , all the people who died the 11 of september .