TypeWrite Issue 08
Falling Anonymous Dear Father Gretchen L. and Ainsley M. What is Peace? Aidan G. The Best Week Ever Claire B. All About Lions Morgan P.
Contents 07 08-09 10 11 12 14-19 20-24
January 2020
Falling By: Anonymous Dear Father By: Gretchen L. and Ainsley M. Boxxy Bean Boys By: Tyler E. and Ryan K. What is Peace? By: Aidan G. Unexpected Guest By: Anonymous The Best Week Ever By: Claire B. The Strangest Leaves By: Everly H.
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It Was An Adventure By: Mason W. Helpful Hand By: Charlie W. When Tiger Came Home By: Colton H. The Orca By: Brady S. All About Lions By: Morgan P. All About Wolves By: Brady S. All About Mosquitos By: Elijah C.
Editor’s Note
Hello! Thank you for picking up a copy of TypeWrite issue #8! Continuing our decade theme… this issue is a 70’s inspired design. I had a blast creating a visually stimulating concept and designs for each page! This issue is filled with more unique work from Oak Farm students. This issue consists of beautiful poetry, hilarious short stories, and more personal narratives by lower elementary students. This school year is already proving to be one for the books… not only are big things happening within the company, now you are able to view TypeWrite online! TypeWrite is now available on Issuu.com under “TypeWrite”. I am so thrilled that we are able to provide this new service in order to reach a broader audience. So please, share with your friends, family, and loved ones! Thank you for all the support with TypeWrite! We couldn't have done it without you… Enjoy!
Claire Weiss typewrite@oakfarmms.com
Contributors Everly H. Claire B. Mason W. Charlie W. Colton H. Tyler E. Ryan K.
Gretchen L. Ainsley M. Brady S. Aidan G. Morgan P. Elijah C.
On the Cover...
By: Claire W.
Special Thanks Bonnie B.
Nikole A.
Jon A.
Nicole L.
Tricia M.
Mariah C.
Bridget Y.
Miranda R.
Rikki C.
Candice H.
Falling By: Anonymous
Falling, falling, falling, Every second, Of every second, Of every hour, Of every day. Falling, falling, falling, I grip on ledges, Ever so often, Catching myself enough, To talk to people, Real people! Then I lose my grip, And fall again. Falling, falling, falling, Never climbing up, Never reaching the top, Falling forever, Never hitting the bottom. Falling, falling, falling,
I need to be strong, To stay on the ledge, Instead, I lose my grip. Falling, falling, falling, Deep into the depths, Never finding, what once was me, Not the real me. Falling, falling, falling, Ever so often, I see myself, Talking to my friends, Pretending to be me, As I fall past. Falling, falling, falling, I want to hit the bottom, So all my suffering is over, So I know I am worth it, I feel it getting further away, The more I fall, I never reach the bottom, Always an eternal suffer, Falling, falling, falling.
Dear Father Prologue By: Gretchen L. and Ainsley M.
I could hear them screaming at each other in the other room. I stand with my back against the door, eyes closed, trying to listen to what they’re saying. But, it’s no use the door muffles their voices and makes them sound like mush. I open my eyes and look around my small, dusty room, studying the yellow water stains on my once cream walls. I walk towards my tiny closet and gently roll out my bright red suitcase. I start stripping my closet of clothes and throwing them into my suitcase that now lay open on the floor. Then, I rip the sheets and blankets off my bed and with a light thud they land in my suitcase. I zip my suitcase back up and roll it to to my door, on my way there I grab my wallet and stuff it the back pocket of my faded jeans. I reach for the door knob and slowly turn it, the door, swollen from the heat won’t budge so i kick and it swings open with a loud thud. I walk down the hall, the floorboards creaking all the way. With each step the knot in my stomach tightens and with each tightening of that knot the more I want to just go dig a hole and die in it. Their screaming is constantly getting louder and it’s making it hard for me to think straight. I reach the door, the door to my parents room, the door to the screaming, the door to pure hatred.
Despite the growing knot now the size of a watermelon I manage to muster up enough courage to open the door. I stand there. In the doorway. Staring. My mother does the best to hide the tears streaming down her face but it still shows. My father...he...he shows no remorse at all. He turned to me with hatred still burning in his eyes, like a fire that would not go out no matter how hard you tried.
“Go away brat.” “No.” “Excuse me!” “Are you deaf? I said no.” “Don’t you dare speak to me like that, I am your father!” “Some father you are-” “Why you little!” “Mum, pack your bags we’re leaving.” “Cassidy, sweetheart, I really don’t think that’s necessary-” “Yes mum, it is.”
As I finish writing my hate letter to Idiot, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I look at the letter for only a matter of seconds before ripping it apart, I watch as the crumpled pieces of paper land on the floor with a soft thud, but the anger still burns in my chest like a stubborn flame that refuses to go out.
Boxxy Bean Boys Hello I’m Bill Bean and I have 28 kids and a wife. My wife’s name is Barbra. My youngest son is named Fun Size Bean, my oldest son is Big Bean, and my only daughter is Sally Bean. We got a new house It’s 4x4 box. I work at Taco Bell. I get paid a bean a day. We have to split it 30 ways. We are living the high life or what I like to call, “the bean life”. We also have an x box, Grandma bean got it for us. It’s a box with an x on it. Papa Bean gave us the new bean phone!!! Bill got a call on his bean phone, it was Taco Bell… "BILL YOU'RE FIRED!!” “Fired,” said the kids. “Please Mr. Taco Bell, don't fire me. I don't have any beans.” “What will we eat?” said Fun Size Bean. “Maybe we can go to a bean shelter.” “They may give us some beans” said Big Bean. “What about we eat Fun Size Bean?” said Sally Bean. “NO” said Bill Bean. “We’re beanitarians” said Barbra Bean. “I want to try meat” said Sally Bean. “NO all we eat is BEANS” said Barbra. At night Sally Bean ate Fun Size Bean whole. In the morning, Bill asked Sally “why are you so fat”. “Because I ate Fun Size Bean” said Sally. “SPIT HIM OUT”, said Bill. “But daddy he's already in my digestive system” said Sally Bean. “You’re out of the family” said Bill. “NO!” said Sally, ...but it was too late! Bill had already kicked her out.
By: Tyler and Ryan
By: Tyler and Ryan
What
Is
Peace?
Peace is not quiet, Peace is not being alone. Peace is being in the midst of things, And having a grasp on life. It's like being concentrated even if it's loud, it doesn't have to be quiet. There is a saying "Peace and quiet�, Peace can go with quiet, But Peace can't be quiet. By: Aidan G.
U n e x p e c t e d
You waltzed into my dreams carrying a suitcase made of sunshine and smiling with that crooked grin of yours you plopped it on my pillow. From it you took hope, joy and friendship, carefree laughter and fast heartbeats. You laid these things before me, gifts, and asked if you could stay awhile.
G u e s t
Faintly I nodded yes, surprised, and you thanked me with sparkling eyes. Let the world do what it may, but ever am I grateful for you dearest and most unexpected
By Anonymous
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Kid’s Pages
Jokes Why did the teddy bear say no to dessert?
What did the left eye say to the right eye?
What did one plate say to the other plate?
Because he was stuffed!
Between us, something smells!
Dinner is on me!
Fun Facts! The days are shorter in the winter, because the Winter Solstice is when the sun is farthest from the equator.
Evergreen plants, like pine trees, keep their leaves in the winter because they have a waxy coat that helps to keep the water in.
Ice skating is the oldest winter game in the Olympics.
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