The Free Bird Soars Through the Blue#1 Sky

by Angela Guo

The free bird soars through the Blue#1 sky

Admiring her spotless wings of tie-dye

The free bird gazes at the Red#40 horizon

Thinking, “Oh, what a fabulous, fine fortune.”

The free bird dips and scratches the Blue#2 Sea

Remaining lost in her pure ecstasy

The free bird inspects her pretty rainbow feathers

And now by a small tiny little worry, she is tethered

The free bird, baffled by her discolored plumage,

Returns to the Blue#2 Sea

The free bird’s little scratch has caused a leakage

No longer is her panorama so perfectly pretty

The free bird asks Him

“Dear Lord, what have I done?”

With a curious, crooked smile, He replies

“Questions are liked by no one.”

The free bird returns to her Blue? sky

But no longer does she admire her wings of tie-dye

The free bird examines the Red? horizon

Soon the glowing sun will be risin’

The free bird flaps back to the leakage once more

Wondering why the Blue? sea flows so imperfectly

The free bird leans down and opens the door

The water clearing her eyes of deceitful debris

The free bird rubs her eyes a bit too vigorously

And now she opens them to a sight not-so-sightly

Confined by metal bars the bird must stand

Her life, her world, in reality not grand

The caged bird squawks frightfully

“Why, I am not so free!”

He dangles a Yellow#5 seed, saying

“Eat this, my dear pretty.”

The Adventures of Job, Trixie, and Lola

Today in Writers’ Club, we listened to three songs from a diverse range of genres–classical, obscenely gangster rap, and lastly, Icelandic–while writing short stories that had to revolve around three characters: Job, Trixie, and Lola. The goal was not to create something extremely refined, but simply be inspired by the mood that music creates. Below are the two stories I wrote; the first contains both Job and Trixie, and the second contains Lola.


by Angela Guo

A very young baby girl named Lola stared at the circle of plastic toys spinning above her face. Among the objects in the circle were a rubber duck, a miniature beach ball, and a Barbie-sized clown. Laying peacefully in her crib, Lola studied the toy clown.

The painted red smile on the clown’s face began to turn downward. Lola’s mouth followed this movement. Lola opened her mouth, which was still missing quite a few teeth. All of a sudden, the clown fell off the circle, landing into Lola’s open mouth. Lola was paralyzed with fear, too surprised and too young to think of pulling the toy clown from her mouth.

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Poetry Slam videos for 4/10 Meeting

Please don’t watch these before tomorrow’s meeting if you’re in the club! If you’re not, enjoy this selection of amazing and hilarious poetry slam performances.

Pretty https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6wJl37N9C0

OCD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s

What Kind of Asian Are You? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoP0ox_Jw_w

Dear Straight People https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5frn8TAlew0

A Letter to Sarah https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwNiYFlHmWs

January/February Prompts

This month’s prompts are:

Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.

The Other Side by Christian Theodossy

Write about fear or being lost.

Time by Angela Guo

Thoughts Before Sleep by Nick Kaufman

Spiders by Alan Osmundson

Isolation: the Only Truth by Jack Joseph

Describe the one decision in your life where you wish you could get a “do-over.” Tell us about the decision, and why you’d choose to take a different path this time around.

Write a post that includes dialogue between two or more people — other than you.

You’re at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the water’s edge catches your eye. It’s a bottle — and yes, it contains a message. What does it say?

Valentine’s Day

Lantern Festival by David Xie

Dangerous Love by Maya Asregadoo

Untitled by Michael Lutzker

Evil

by Natalie Rich

Thousands of years ago, long before Dante became inspired the Divine Comedy, another living human travelled down to Hell.  Unlike Dante, this man was but a child, only eight years into his life.  The young child was elfen in appearance, with bright red hair and ears that tapered into points.  Scarlet freckles speckled his face, and devilish mischief shone from his startling emerald eyes.  The rumor in the village was that his father had been the Devil himself.  One day, while walking in the woods, the boy was drawn to a peculiar circle of trees.  Directly in the middle of the circle was a decrepit stump.  The young lad stepped cautiously into the circle and towards the stump.  As he neared it, a sense of dread filled his soul, but the child had never been afraid, thanks to his mother’s whispers about his true patronage.  Curiously, the boy laid his hand on the moribund stump, pushing his hand through the moldy, soft wood.  All of a sudden something grabbed his wrist, yanking the child down to whatever horrors lay below.  Continue reading

Weekly Prompt: Evil

In this week’s prompt, we asked our writers to write about the concept of evil. Does it exist? How is it manifested in the world, and what is your understanding of it? As a famous sardonic comedian once said:

“May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.”

~George Carlin

Shades of Gray by Angela Guo

Dark Natures by Declan Quinn

Evil by Natalie Rich

Simplicity by Maya Asregado

Definition of Evil by Jack Joseph

Welcome!

Welcome to Las Lomas High School’s Writers’ Club. We’re a student-run group focused on bringing the art and beauty of writing to the rest of the school and the rest of the world. Every week, we have different prompts to inspire our writers, and their writing will be posted here.

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Weekly Prompt: Dying Thoughts

In this week’s prompt, we asked our writers to write from the perspective of someone who is about to die. Said Leonardo da Vinci, “While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.” In this prompt, one must explore the mind of someone about to end their life’s journey. How did they die? Where do they go? What are their last thoughts?

New Man of Moral by Alan Osmundson

Leaves by Will Knox

Untitled by Declan Quinn (a piece inspired by The Hunger Games)

Scenic Route 1 by David Xie

El Fin by Jack Joseph