A Powerful Word A gentle toucha fond embracea whispered worda parting Hoping wishing wanting to see you again.Love is a powerful word. An angry looka push awaya yelled insulta leaving loathing screaming crying because of what you did.Hate is a powerful word. A last look backa strong regreta rebelliona making up. forgetting forewarning forgiving all our problems.Sorry is a powerful word. A joke madea memory shareda flashback faceda happy. loving laughing mirth echoing in an empty roomHappy is a powerful word. A sad goodbyea call me laterI love you too. yearning wanting missing us.Yo
A Truth IgnoredOne night I dreamed I was an eagleI could see the whole worldand hear a whole nationand below me a man on TVspoke to all his viewers."Don't listen to what they say.There is no problem."While I look around and see that it is not true.Around this man ice mltsdroughts killand floods rage through cities.tornadoes pick you up and throw you who-knows-whereand hurricanes tear you apart.around this man,people are dying.They look up to the heavensand say,"Please, someome help me."And I look down at this manthis cold, hard, television man,and I know that he is lying.Our world, where all battles were won,all countries founded,all discoveries made,all children born, is falling apart.Our world is dying.And we are doing nothing to stop it.
SkyWing's Adventure-AfterwordAfterword 80 years later ************************In the Traviston Cemetery, two men were digging a very deep hole. As they dug, they talked of the poor unfortunate soul who would soon occupy that same hole.So Doug, said the first man. You hear about this old girl were burying??Sure as heck I did, Eric, said the second. In the news a lot, wasnt she?Yeah. Famous scientist. Found a few cures for diseases, did some famous experiments, wrote a book or two.Yep, said Doug. Big loss, eh?Yeah, said Eric gruffly. Specially to er husband.
SkyWing's AdventureSkyWings AdventureDddrrriiiinnngggg!!!!As the bell rang at Brinkwell Middle School, middleschoolers poured out the door toward the driveway to be picked up by their parents, chat with friends, or loiter around, waiting to be picked up. Last to leave the building was Lily Fae. She was a small girl with curly, mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was not pretty, but she wasnt ugly, either. She was as normal as anyone could be.Unlike the other middleschoolers, she was supposed to walk home. As she started up the steep road to house she was thinking about the day, and she couldnt wait for bed. She had failed a math test, been picked on by the school bully, and had tripped at lunch, spilling food everywhere, and leaving her lunchless.That night, Lily didnt waste any time. She got in bed and turned off the light. Today was horrible, she thought. I wish I could be any other person besides me. I wish I could get away. But Lily knew that was a