Everything changed when the third grade attacked.
Okay, I’m being dramatic and just like to channel Avatar: The Last Air Bender at any and every given moment. But the last few weeks have flown by in the slowest way possible – yes, somehow it is true to blink and a month has gone by, but every day feels like a week long.
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We are fast approaching the end of our school year. We have exactly seven days of school left and the flight to visit home is becoming more real. (I’ll be back, Lord willing, Malaysian friends, just gotta go home this summer and get some well-needed hugs from the fam!).
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I am super tired today. I think the last time I looked at the clock last night, it was 4:15. Since my alarm went off at 6:30 today, you can imagine my consternation.
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Anyone who says librarians are impartial and unbiased in their book recommendations is a big, fat liar. (I mean, we try to be, but man, is it hard to curate booklists for books I fundamentally hate).
I’m getting squirrely, guys.
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I’m not saying that poem writing is becoming more difficult, I’m just…saying that poem writing is becoming more difficult. So you get dumb limericks instead.
I am trying, truly, I am. Have patience with me all you bilingual, tri-lingual, multi-lingually talented people!
(Image taken from https://www.pathwaystogod.org/my-prayer-life/daily-offering/offering-those-who-wander2018)
The prompt was “conversation.” I took it a bit further and made a short story entirely out of dialogue because dialogue is my jam.
“You know, this could be worse.”
“Oddsballs, Lawrence! We’re scheduled to be banished. Forever. How could it possibly be worse?”
“Well, I mean, we could have been killed, so….”
“Yes, being taken away from our country, never to see our friends and family again, is much better. I feel so much more optimistic now.”
Our theme at the the Third Coast Writers’ blog this month was Halloween/ghost stories. I can’t write scary to save my life, so here’s my offering instead:
Frederick Crimweather Larkin was not scary.
And that was okay. Many people aren’t scary and they get through life just fine.
But that was the problem.
Frederick wasn’t a people.
Frederick was a ghost.
If I were a Superhero
If I had super strength, I’d like to think
I’d use it to stop falling buildings from
Crushing people or keep runaway trains from
Running away over pedestrians.
But let’s be honest, I’d probably use it to
See how many people I could lift at one
Time or to win the heavy-weight lifting
Gold medal in the Olympics.
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