Its like I don't know what to think of you, because you're two completely different
peo- ple! On the one hand you're like one of the sweetest people ever and its like
'awwww I love .... A secret which, although you don't want to think about it, it's al-.
The Comma A lonely Goodbye
Cloud Watching Firefly
Dear you, Life
Secrets Hang-up The Accidental Lover Like For You’re The One
The Mistakes in Our Moonlight Image by Eleanor Rigby
This is the Comma, a magazine full of creative writing by year tens. We hope you enjoy our work!
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Contents: Life By Vinny
Dear You By Dee Like For You’re The One by Ned
Hang-up by The Black Flamingo
Cloud Watching by Dee and Human Error The Mistake in Our Moonlight By Eleanor Rigby A Lonely Goodbye By Fez Firefly by the Broken Pencil
The Accidental Lover By Human Error
Secrets By Dee 1
Life Dragonflies dance and people fly Ice cream melts and snowmen cry Clouds are hidden and the sun is near Water is muddy and power is clear Paper is sacred and news is lost Fear is free and happiness is cost Ice is warm and Fire is hot You will live and I will not
By Vinny
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Dear you, It’s sooooooooo annoying, how you’re soooo annoying yet soo nice. Its like what actually annoys me is how nice you can actually be. Thing is though, you can be crazy horrible too! Its like I don’t know what to think of you, because you’re two completely different people! On the one hand you’re like one of the sweetest people ever and its like ‘awwww I love you!’ then on the other you see me at school, and completely blank me! Even if you don’t blank me you say something completely stupid, or something so pointless that makes me hate you all over again.
Another annoying thing about you is how you think you’re crazy amazing. Like fair enough you might think it, but for goodness sake – DON’T SAY IT. Its gotten to a point where you ask people if they think you’re fit. SERIOUSLY??!?!?!?!?! Even if I did think you were fit- I wouldn’t tell you!
So generally I think, you are one of the biggest attention seekers I actually know. You think you’re amazing when in actual fact you’re not that great. And P.S. No, you’re not fit.
From Dee 3
Like For You’re The One You’re the one who sits at the back of the class No companions or friends to talk to You’re the one to who no one pays attention Or even gives a second glance You’re the one who goes home to face abuse And has no one to tell about it You have no friends It’s almost better if your life ends Or so you think But always remember Things may get better You’re the one who everyone thinks is ugly The other girls just laughing your face You’re the one without the latest fashion trends Just a pair of battered shoes And the same old tee from last year You’re the one with too many siblings And not enough money to go around You have no friends It’s almost better if your life ends Or so you think But just remember Things always get better You’re the one with a single alcoholic mum And a disabled brother You’re the one who has to watch them bully him And not be able to do anything about it You’re the one who has to grin and bear it When they turn on you You have no friends right now But you’ll laugh when their life is shambles And they are forced to work for you
By Ned
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Hang-up I run towards the door Something I cannot seem to ignore But instead, I miss my step and fall Doing my best, to reach the top No matter how hard I try, I drop Some hope, I see light Something is pulling me back Fright I am scared of the dark Alone in a silent park I am scared of hairy spiders I should be better than that, I should be a fighter I have a fear of heights All could lead to sudden death My heart is drumming Any minute now, I will be falling My life hanging on a thin rope I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t cope Snap...I lose my grip I wake up screaming I have a fear of dreaming When the clock strikes nine I know will not be fine Because when I close my eyes, I am in a world where I am constantly petrified
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I don’t know if they are real But I do get a chill When thinking of ghosts, The dark atmosphere in those scary films They really know how to make it seem so real I have a fear of guns Some might carry them around for fun But when one is pointed at you You say your last prayers, your heart skips a beat; and maybe that is the last of you One deep breath One bold step Stand on my ground I am the boss of me now Get ready to face my fears I am telling myself there will be no more tears
By The Black Flamingo
Image by the Broken Pencil
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Image by Eleanor Rigby
Cloud Watching Cloud watching. Boring night? Boring day. More like. You know you are having a boring day when even the clouds seem interesting. Some people do it for fun, you know? Looking for shapes. People like my granddad. He sounds interesting – mine just spends all day reading… about chess. Better than my granddad who makes you stare up at clouds then tries to convince you they hint at your future! Mine teaches me knots – I once spent ages swinging from a bowline knot. Ooooh! Sounds adventurous! Exactly my type of thing! Maybe we should swap granddads? Sounds good to me! Don’t know if grandma would be happy though. Mine would. Just don’t tell granddad! J No, she probably wouldn’t…. but it might be nice for a change.
I guess, I mean they’re ancient! They’ve known each other for years! Surely they’d get bored of just staring into each other’s faces. Don’t they do other things as well?!?
NOPE! Not mine, anyway. They’re both in wheelchairs!!!
By Dee & Human Error
The Mistakes in Our Moonlight What’s the use in talking We’re riven by the words The sky believes out story Nothing goes unheard
Don’t memorise these faces Stop counting all these lies Just turn your back on waiting And live a thousand lives
If nothing ever changes If your song stays the same Throw away the melody And replace it with my name
But in time you will forget me You won’t remember how to see But stay with me tonight at least And sing the last song for me
By Eleanor Rigby
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A lonely Goodbye She picks her way through every headstone, keeping a certain one in her sight. Tripping and stumbling as she gets close, desperately trying to reach it or desperately trying to turn away. Her footsteps covered by the ever falling snow, the only sound a gentle crunch as her feet pull her forwards. She kneels in front of the oldest stone, the crisp white snow contradicting the harsh black rock. She places her arms around the baby growing inside her and slowly, silently starts to cry; her head down and hair covering her face. She stays that way for a while, until the sobbing stops and her only movement is shallow breathing. Cautiously she looks up to the stone and whispers something lost in the wind. She doesn’t hide nor feel any shame as she pulls out a knife. She doesn’t hide nor feel any shame as she cuts her own hand. She wipes her blood on the pure snow and graciously pricks each finger, dropping the blood onto the stone and her unborn baby alternatively. Then just as slowly as she had kneeled she lies in the snow and falls to sleep, with the baby and ghost crying by her side.
By Fez
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Firefly There it is, in the shadows of my mind. The concept. The word. Always there, in the quiet moments. When all is silent and still Firefly Light in the darkness. Small but many. Shining brightly in the back of my head. My beacon in the night, that stays my hand. That keeps me here, entranced. Till the moon falls And the sun rises again.
By The Broken Pencil
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Image by the Broken Pencil
The Accidental Lover I’ll spell out your name in the shadows When no one’s watching I’ll sing our song when no one hears And the words you never said will echo around you I’ll wish you smiles, when you’re sleeping Or tell all my colleagues all about you And whisper our promises on the wind Even though none were made I’ll cook you meals when you’re eating Or smile at you when you look away I’ll scatter petals around your window And you’ll always wonder what’s real And what’s fiction I’ll send you cards, but never sign them Or walk away when I see you in the street Yet smile, as I pass your favourite shop window I’ll save you a seat in an empty theatre And send you tickets to every performance But I’ll know when you’re trying to avoid it I’ll knock on your door at midnight And serenade you in the moon lit night I’ll leave trails of poems in your handwriting, Or visit you when you’re not home But in the darkness we both know I will never leave you alone.
By Human Error 10
Secrets You know when you have a secret- a secreted so…… deep, so, haunting that although you know it needs to be told, you can’t say it. A secret which, although you don’t want to think about it, it’s always there, in the back of your mind. Almost as if its teasing you – distracting you. A secret you can’t even say to those friends of yours who you say know everything about you – only just because you’re afraid of what they might think. A secret which you could say, is taking over you. A secret almost . . . almost like a bully, you know you need to say something, to someone, to anyone, only you just don’t have the nerve to do so. When this “secret” begins to feel more like a weight that’s holding you down, tiring you out and you know you just want to come clean, face the fact. Why can’t you?
By Dee
Image by the Broken Pencil
