Gifted Writers

Choices by Morgan Garza

If you were exiled, what location would you choose to live? What are three essential things you would take with you? You better choose wisely, for the place you choose and the things you take, will be all you know. I had to choose, and let me tell you, choose wisely. I will tell you my story, so if you get faced with these chilling questions, you make the right choice.

It all started when people started to change the planet for a new, “better world”. They had to choose a few teenagers to leave to an isolated island. They said there were too many teenagers in the world at that time so they had to send some away, and one of them was me. I was only just a teenager, I had turned thirteen when they started making plans for the teenagers. The Mayor came to my door and told me to pack up. He told me to bring a few pairs of clothes, blankets, some food, and a safety kit. He then told me were I was going, but I didn’t want to go, so when he left, I hatched a plan.

That night I packed few things because I had to get out of there, and fast. They were coming in two hours to take me while my mother slept. It pained me to leave my mother behind but I would be able to visit her, was my thinking. I packed a pocket knife, a lighter, and a flashlight. Not once did I think about a blanket, food, phone, or safety kit. But I was a thirteen year old boy and I didn’t always make the best choices. That night I ran deep into the forest, I tried not to look back because if I did, I would go back. It was the scariest thing I’ve done but, in my mind, I had to. I told myself that Father would have wanted this, for me to escape but still be able to visit.

That night, I started a small fire as I tried to build a lean-to. I was so hungry, cold, and scared. I kept hearing noises that I couldn’t identify. I thought I had heard a tiger but, tigers don’t live in California. I looked around with my flashlight for an edible mushroom I knew, it is called a “Chanterelle”. It can be identified if there are no gills, and the top of the mushroom is ruffled. It does look like it has some sort of gills but they aren’t gills. It’s wrinkly and they are attached, not loose, paper-thin things sticking out. I found a few and gobbled them up without even cooking them. It’s fine if you eat them without cooking them over a fire but the fire brings out the flavor better.

I was laying on the cold forest floor thinking about my mother, how in a couple of hours, she would be scared to death. The President never wanted anyone to know that he was going to isolate teens, but someone snitched. He knew he couldn’t say it was true because everyone would revolt. They would hate him, so he started taking them in the night, sweeping them right out of their bed, sometimes, only with the clothes on their back. I knew more kids have thought of running away, but what about my friends, will I ever see them again?

I almost didn’t make it, I almost died from starvation, and from infections from wounds. I should have chosen better things to bring than what I did. Along the way I met a boy, 5 years younger than me. I wondered how he got up the courage to run away, I almost didn’t. We had to survive with what we had. I never saw my mother again, she had died because the government accused her of hiding me, so they punished her with death.

I wrote this story so you young people out there won’t make stupid decisions like I did. I should’ve chosen wisely, brought someone with me, and told my mother. Don’t make the same decisions I did, don’t run away, if you do, you can break your family's heart, and lose someone you love, and care about.


Consequences by Morgan Garza

She cried in the corner as she held her knees to her chest. The cries of pain from her mother surrounded her, haunted her. The screams grabbed her and pulled her in. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pull free.

Her mother threw herself between the girl and the flying fists. The girl could hear the pounding. Her tears burned as they crawled down her face. She felt the warm breath of her mother on her ear, “Run, run and don’t look back. Get help.”

The little girl darted out the door, tears pouring from her eyes. She had to find help. She felt a sharp pain in her right side. She was sent flying through the air and landed with a crack. Her scream was blood-curdling. She was trying to catch her breath but she just couldn’t reach it. Now red tears started crawling all over her skinny, mangled, body.

Now the road was stained with blood. Her mother couldn’t stand living without her, couldn’t stand the thought that SHE was the one who told her to run. The road became stained with the mother's blood too.

The silver claw that tore apart the lives of so many, had now taken this mother. She had begged for it, welcomed it and it came. Daughter and mother, together again.

Hear Us by Morgan Garza

In their bed at night, They thrash around until it’s night.

Through the painful day, People lie and say, “You’re Okay.”

But over a week, Those words are what they seek.

They cry a desperate cry, But no one seems to hear them try.

Their feelings build up inside, Until they seem to slide.

Their usually bright, eyes don’t glisten, Because no one cares to listen.

Tears drench their face. Then starts a race.

Finally, on that day they don’t come home at night, Their family gets a fright.

They never thought it would come to this, They would never see that child they oh so miss.


Time Will Fly - A Poem By Reese Garza

You and I, we are meant to die.

Do not cry, for time will fly, And each of us will fall.

One by the lake, One in a trap, One by a berry, One the waters flooded, One by a fire, One by a greedy desire.

Some of us go, go to soon. Some of us stay, stay too long.

Some of us never, never come. Some of us take, take a life.

And each of us, our path we must, Accept it’s ours, and count our hours…

The leaves will fall, But some will not see them at all.

The flowers will bloom, But some have already met their doom.

The lightning will flash, But some have died by a slash.

The birds will fly, But see? We are ready to die.

The Fear Within My Shadow - A Poem By Chloe Elliott

The Fear Within My Shadow

You may see me light as a feather, but can’t you see fear within my shadow  

This may not rhyme but it shall not be graceful, 

For you have been by my side and sees the faith of the shadows.

As you’ve seen the trees blow but for I will not be able to grow,

I’ve been in the dark for sometime  waiting for someone to seize my arm,

Holding me tight through the pain

Of the salvation growing through my veins.

When we think and feel you have yet not seen,

What I have held for it’s the heart that I have stowed.

I will make it clear as you can tell

But I shall be gone as the day in the night,

you can try to bear the pain but you shall not let it turn away,

don't share the fate that I've been grasping

you may not see me through the time.

But I will be up there to watch you fly

So leave me be in my peace

I will be gone for your eyes can see.

Do not find me it will disturb me,

Of my sleeping body waiting to be free.

Who Are We Really? - A Poem by Monique Roberts

Who are we? Do we even know, do we even care?

Does it bother you that your “friend” doesn’t know when you're there?

You say you love him, he messes with every girl he sees

Why do we say life’s a breeze?

It’s simple if you look around

And keep your eyes off the ground

Maybe one day we’ll all see what’s become of us

How we’ve lost so much trust

Within ourselves, within each other

Hell, most of us don’t even trust our own mother

This generation is dead

We’re all sick in the head

The world is at its ends

All we care about is setting new trends

Why will no one ever see?

This isn’t who we’re meant to be

We love, we hate

But we never create

No one will ever change who we are

For we are all too scared of what we could be, or just how far

Maybe we’re all just too blind to see

Who we really are, what we’ve become, what will this world be?

Who are we really…?  Who are we really…?

The Walking Book - A Story by Ali Abidi

               Sam was reading his book one day when he heard a rustling sound. He looked everywhere in his room but did not find anything. Then he listened carefully and it seemed that the rustling sound was coming from his book. He was about to get the book, but right then, his mother called him for dinner. His mother was extremely strict about meals. He shouldn’t be a second late. He went downstairs to eat and then came back upstairs. He was about to grab the book again but it sprang feet and began walking!

                Sam was amazed, bewildered, and excited. The book was walking!

                He ran downstairs to tell his parents about it but they were already asleep as it was past 9:30 pm. Sam ran back up. When he got back to his room he saw that the book was running as fast as a rabbit. He quickly grabbed his skateboard and started to go after it. He got tired after a little while.

                Suddenly, he realized that someone was shaking him and everything faded to nothing.

                He was dreaming!