Slice #13

No one knows about my hidden spot
No one tries to find me there
Sometimes people swarm the rock but they forget about my hidden spot
From my spot I can see everything
though no one knows I'm there
I can feel the heavy wind playing with my hair
It's quiet in my hidden spot for no one tries to speak
Save the croaking frogs living in the creek
I sigh and grumble when I find out it's time to go
but when I pass people I smile because they will never know

Slice #12

The river gurgles clean and clear,

Not another soul is near,

I can feel the gentle breeze,

As it blows through the trees,

When it ruffles up the leaves,

It sounds like music, soft and sweet,

The sun shines through, a dappled light,

and the moment feels just right.

Slice #11

This is how conversations with my friends go...

Friend #1: Did you know that Sophie is actually a fish?

Friend #2: I did know that!  What kind of fish is she? A chub fish?

Friend #1: I don't know.  She has been hypnotizing me with her fish powers.

Me: Yes I have been hypnotizing all of you to think that I am human but I am secretly a fish.  

Friend #2: Sophie!  How dare you! 

Me: I know.  I am such an evil fish.  

This is how conversations with my friends go.  

Slice #10

I sit on the bench surveying the garden.  At first I don't see anything but dead plants and dirt but then something catches my eye. A little glimmer of hope.  A piece of spring.  A green sprout poking up through the cracked earth.  It may not seem like much but that little sprout is beautiful.  That little sprout means spring is coming.

Slice #9

The play.  There is nothing to say.  We have a few days. We are not ready.  We mess up the props and choreography.  We are not ready.  We try to remember our lines but fall behind.  We try to step and turn at the same time.  We fall behind.  We are not ready what else can I say.  Hopefully we will be in a few days!

Slice #8

I rub my frost covered window with my sleeve, trying to look outside.  Snow is blowing across the yard.  It isn't the gentle kind of snow.  It's the kind of snow that stings when it hits your face.  The clouds are dark gray which makes me think the weather will continue to get worse.  It's the kind of weather that makes you want to stay in bed all day.  I groan and get up to start getting ready for school.  If only it were a snow day

Slice #7

I sit by the window and watch the dark clouds.  Waiting.  The tree stands with it's branches touching the blackened sky.  Waiting.  There are no birds to be seen.  All of them are tucked away safe and warm.  They are waiting.  The grasses fold over in the wind, leaning up towards the sky.  Waiting.  The world holds its breath as it waits for the rain to fall.  Late in the morning it does.  First just a gentle drizzle but soon it starts to pour.  It is perfect.