The "Oh-Ten" Gazette V1 I1The "Oh-Ten" Gazette
Your source for everything that's not happening in Freshman IB
Volume 1, Issue 1
You Know You're in Freshman IB When. . .
•A test in every class in one day doesn't scare you.
•You distract yourself in your two math classes by playing games on your calculator.
•Multitasking comes naturally to you.
•Procrastination comes naturally to you.
•The homework's due in less than twelve hours . . . but you still haven't started nine out of the ten pages.
•Lunch is a prime location to do homework or study for the test next period.
•The bus is a prime location to do homework or study for the test next period.
•Your bus is essentially silent in the morning. You have to get some sleep outside of class, after all.
•You stopped listening in Chemistry in first Quarter.
•A sticker on the test you just got back excites you.
•You're eternally prejudiced against young, blonde teachers.
•The sight of pink elbows will forever give you nightmares of communists forcing
CuriousityMom and Dad didnt used to believe in time out. I dont know why they suddenly decided to startI didnt do anything wrong. Its all Lotties fault.Curiousity6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lottie and I are twins. Were supposed to be the same. But then she got brainwashed by all those girly TV shows, and now all she wants to do is talk about and play with stuffed animals and dolls. Before she watched all those Barbie movies, we used to hang out in the old oak tree all day, or make forts, or read to each other upside-down. Now we have tea parties. Tea parties! Do you know what you do at a tea party? You sit around making up what all the dolls and stuffed animals say, and give yourself a stomachache drinking all the tea. Whats the point of having a tea party with objects that cant even consume the tea? Moreover, whats more fun about that than climbing trees? Lottie says some day Ill understand. I say shes stupid.
We used to want to be secret agents. Now she wants
Patience is a VirtueI can't find her. I've looked long and hard, but she won't come out, and I'm sick of looking. I'm sick of it, but I can't stop. It's been almost a year now since I first met her, and she's come out twice, and I really did me some good. But she never stays long enough. She's got commitment issues. Well, I like to say that, but I guess I should cut her some slack. She has a lot of people to see; so many artists to take care of. But she treats us writers like the rest, and that bothers me. She can't just flit in front of something and suddenly our eyes light up and we've got it, like she probably does for painters and photographers. She's really got to stick around if she plans to be any help. I mean sure, an idea is all well and good, but we need plot, setting, characters, theme-- it's so much more complex than just pressing a button on a camera. No offense to the photographers reading this. I know your art isn't easy.Patience is a Virtue8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
But I mean, really! Would it kill her to take a load off for a minute
Relationship Guidedeusprogrammer's Guide to Relationships:Relationship Guide7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
About the Author: deusprogrammer has gone to the University of Relationships and Car Salesmanship for over 4 minutes and graduated top of his class with honors from a class of two. He has also lived alternative lives as a woman and a microwave pizza. So thus he is properly qualified to speak for both sexes and he is down to 2 men (needing 20 more coins before he gets a 1up).
As a child he regularly slept, ate things and went to various schools of varying difficulty and location. Finally he graduated only to work at a gas station in some state. Then he did a bunch of stuff and wrote this book.
-Don't use this book if pregnant or nursing.
-May cause anal hemorrhaging.
-May contain peanuts.
-Do not taunt this book.
-Don't read it if you can't take a joke (take this one seriously).
So, you just bought one of those shiny new relationships everyone has been talking
L'hiverLhiverL'hiver6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold blends into the earth
as the lake cracks with cold.
A sprinkle of deadened foliage stands.
Life brings footsteps,
kneads the snow.
Ice glazes the lake,
as snow like sifted sugar falls from the sky.
Skates whisk across the ice,
Winter is seasoned with sorrow,
Salted with autumns scarlet tears.
Death powdered and settling within the cold.
Melancholy is its flavour,
The Secret SilenceShe walked alone in the night, the cold biting at her skin. The wind lashed her long black hair against her face, she didn't bother to push it out of the way, and it didn't matter. Her long cloak dragged at the ground, the thick black velvet material kept the freezing cold from overwhelming her. The wind whipped the front tails of her cloak at her black knee high boots. The crimson satin lining occasionally shimmered when it caught a glimpse of the moonlight.The Secret Silence8 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
She walked along the dark cobblestone streets as she often did at this time. There was no one out this late, even the muggers and murderers were afraid to wander the streets at this hour. She had put soft rubber on the soles of her boots to quieten the noise they made when she walked. They now made a soft thud, which could not be heard over the sound of the rushing wind. She wandered in between the buildings, everything and nothing running through her mind. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest pulling her cloak clo
For Mary BethI was someone who didn't know, that I was lying in the snow.For Mary Beth8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tried to flap my frozen wings, but my eyes were on distant smoke rings. I lost my head and flew away, I shook my feet and they steered me.
I was in love with everything, wanting to kill it again and again. Knowing it would never leave me.
Only how I did my best, to end this tingling unrest. And I launched towards the sky, as I once learned it would be, vast and white. But I turned my head to see, and all the swoosh was gone, nothing but screams around the sea.
That's when I tied to flap my frozen wings. For I am someone who didn't know that I was lying in the snow. That I could flap and leave the tears behind. Instead there was a sigh from the kid that will never die.
SomnibusHe looks down at his dog, eyes moving away from the glowing screen of the computer, and she looks right back up at him, deep brown eyes glowing without any white; she's just as happy as she can be, and she doesn't understand him.Somnibus6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
That's the beauty of having a dog. Everyone in the world may hate you, but in exchange for some food and water, a dog will be a happy companion, through thick and through thin. Evil glares and snide remarks made in snarky corners melt away when you come home and you have a dog yipping with glee that you've returned from work, come back home to feed and water them, come back home to sit around and watch TV late into the night, little pooch sitting on your lap, keeping warm. She doesn't understand what you're thinking, doesn't quite get all of the hoopla you make of your banal human affairs. She's just happy to see you, and she's there if you need someone to talk to, nothing much more or less. Man's best fri
Wintery Death Sitting nest to her mother in the front seat of the minivan, Liz stared ahead at the snowy country road.Wintery Death6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her Black nail polish and thick eyeliner labeled her as a rebel. The music streaming from her headphones and the words on her t-shirt featured My Chemical Romance.
A person who believed in stereotypes would have said she was 'goth' or 'emo', what with herlong dyed-black bangs and pale skin. They's assume she was obsessed with death and that she wanted to die. But how wrong they'd be. Liz loved her life. Back at home she had friends, and everything she'd wanted. She only wore black because she believed, as an artist, that black was a mix of all the colors, and the music was a tribute to emotion.
Snow pelted the window and covered the road. Her mom focused intently on the path t
Snow WhiteSnow White6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hes watching her
Admiring the untouched beauty
Resting in a frozen breath
Only to be warmed
By the love in his kiss
Saved by a kiss
Bitch SlapIn my nakednessBitch Slap8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am empty
A void so vast
Death could not fill it
Screaming loud as lungs will allow
I stand here, raw
Beaten to the core
Time cannot heal me
Sound of crying
Falls on deaf ears
Though people smile
As if they understand
I cannot hear what they say
Only mouths that move
Expressions of disgust
To this world, my rage is drawn
It does not hear
Nor does it care
I raise my hand
To slap its derisive face.
When I Was TenWhen I Was TenWhen I Was Ten9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I played baseball with the neighbor boys,
And dolls with my ten year old girl friends.
I was sunburned all year, wind kissed,
Hair smelling of fresh air and possibility.
I was ten, and life lay before me like an endless road.
I listened to the radio and sang all the words I knew,
Made up the ones I couldn't quite make out,
And didn't care there was a difference.
I was ten, and sins of childhood exuberance were forgiven.
I spent long days pretending to be someone else, for fun.
The princess of a kingdom lost, or heroine undaunted,
saving the world from evil just in time for dinner.
I was ten, and the world seemed so very large.
I slept the sleep only children can know,
Safe in my bed far from harm.
My child's mind could not know that evil
Was to be found in innocent slumber.
I was ten, and it was the age that changed my life.
I felt fear for the first time in this golden year,
Strangled by pain, sorry and humiliation.
Rendered helpless by a man who once held
My hand when
R.I.PR.I.PR.I.P6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rest In Peace
My good friend
Well all miss you
Even the ones who
Dont know you
Youll always be in my mind
Youll always be in my heart
Ill never forget you
Although I wish you were still here
I know it will never happen
But you can be here in a way
Therell always be a piece of you in me
And I know that youll
Watch over me
Until Im back with you
So dont you cry
When your up there
And I wont cry
When Im down here
Cuz when I die
Ill see you again
Way up there
SoA- Ch 1 final draftSoA- Ch 1 final draft10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1- "One of Many"
Ránëv dropped the stiletto knife on the floor, calmly watching the little rivulets of crimson run down her arm and drop from the end of her delicate fingertips. The drops made perfect little circles upon the hardwood floor of her bedroom, perfect little tears. She clenched her jaw, though not from any kind of pain, and leaned back on her bed, careful not to get any of the scarlet on her perfect white quilt. Her jade green eyes she then turned to the ceiling which was decorated in a hundred little glow-in-the-dark stars all arranged to mirror the shapes of constellations.
She hadn't done it. No more than she had done so last time. Every time she tried, her mother's words echoed in her mind, softly spoken on the day she died in the hospital. Her voice had been soft, and an angelic smile had graced the woman's face, making her appear ten years younger and without a single care in the world. "The hardest thing about life, Rain, my angel, is living i