Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Reagan I know a girl named Sue She was feeling very blue A boy came by To say Smile and hi And now he calls her “Boo"
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Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Sydney Once Will became seriously ill. Forgot to take his pill. Got a hostile friend, With a head to mend. The friend was also Will. Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Sydney There once was a man from Krim. He slipped and fell off a rim, To the bottom he went. At last his back bent. As a fool's end for him! These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." by Lynn I watch the man as he nervously backs out of the parking lot. He looks back at the building, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looks at the woman in the back seat. She trembles, turning away from him. Red and blue lights appear in my vision. He becomes frightened, and repeatedly checks behind him. The lights become closer, driving more reckless. Finally, the light vanish from behind, to reappear from the front. Our adventure ended just as quick as it began, fast as a bullet. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." My person took me every with her. I saw many different places and many different people. She would look at before she would take a picture. She would pass me along, to all her friends. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." She looked into me every day, with eyes of happiness. In a room filled with pictures, she would look at all of them before she would look into me. She didn't look long, just a couple of seconds then she would walk off. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." by Jailyn My owner packs me in her bag that she has in the car as her and her best friend go to the beach with the owners Mom and grandma. She puts them on her on the car ride and they do a photoshoot. They soon after get there and they view and beach house looks like a million dollars. Click These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror."here to edit. by Catherine I am silver and bronze. I will swallow anything. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." by Evie What I see: sky I see everything. I see the lakes and oceans. I see the tree tops and mountain tops. I can never be touched. I can always live. I never die. I have a name in every language. I will see everyone went born and die. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." by William I look and I'm big. And I see guys working out. But I got hit! And it hurt! One day later I got shipped to the dump. The end. |
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