other favorites from our authors - Lindie, Dahlia, Orianne

The Last Drop Counts

Your glass is nearly empty. It doesn’t matter though. You drink the last drops carelessly. Then you lie down, looking at the sun. Her bottle is broken, empty and dirty. The sun burns her skin. She walks miles over the dusty, cracked ground. Reaching for a tap in the middle of nowhere, she fills her bottle. Dizzy and in pain, she sheds a tear. It falls into the precious water. You jump into the pool, laughing. She jumps onto her blanket, set on the ground. Her soiled face smiles at her only comfort, a ragdoll. You sigh, and yet, she smiles.

 

By Lindie Botes

Grade 9

In The Mind

I wish I could live in a town that had no name.

Town would be infested with colors; reds creeping over houses and blues painted into skies. Clouds would be called “Cotton Candy in the sky”.

In the outskirts of Town would be a peach lit road, appearing yellow in the sun.

I would name it the Yellow Brick Road.

“Here comes the sun,” I whisper.

I scamper, then suddenly, I’m flying.

I could no longer feel my legs, just the underbrush beneath my feet. I’d get lost in the sunflowers, furiously race with the wind,

And meet you at horizon

 

By Dahlia Dandashi

Grade 9

Shadow of my Dreams

 

Where is she? I know she is here. Somewhere. I glimpsed her hair. Her being is divine. I feel it. Near. My eyes, searching. Where is she? I can taste her lips. Her breath tickles my skin. Her fingers graze my soul. There. Wait. Gone. Again. I sense her happiness. I share her curiosity. Her courage seeps through earth. Her faith exceeds the skies. Where is she?

This exquisitely beautiful person. This image of perfection. …Perfection. It doesn’t exist.

Where is she? Just within the walls of our world. In the darkness where she hides.

In the shadows of my dreams.

 

 

By Orianne Montaubin

Grade 11

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