Two minute free write on The School

Two Minute free write on The School

Inside the Cesar Chavez building, 20 or so teachers could be seen walking briskly to a church.  "Excuse me.  Excuse me. Can you please tell me where I can find the Rec Room?"  "On the fifth floor on your right, you can't miss it, there's a black wool blanket over the door," spoke a teacher without stopping.  "Okay  got it." The teachers started pulling loose clothing over their heads. "Run," said the head of the pack, each of them picked up their pace and a clambor of hoofs was heard on the way to the convent. 

The visiting teacher made her way back to the school.    

10 minute Free Write

 10 minute Free Write

"Okay, Mr. Kelly, investigators have found out that most of the cars were found at a junk yard in  New Ulm. You said that this place looks like a school. The junk yard is located near a highway. You said you could smell the pine weeds and the harsh smell of the pavement."

"Yes, I remember saying that," said Kelly. "When I walked there the first time, I thought for sure I seen a ghost of a child teetering on a see-saw, but it was a hot day I could have been hallucinating; what with the fresh smelling cement." Kelly continued to describe his account.
"I know I should have turned away once I heard a boom inside but the place had a hypnotizing effect on me. It was red and had an organized feel to it, so I stepped inside. I felt at home at that junk yard compared to any other junk yard I had ever been to. It reeked of dirt, dust and grime. It wasn't like most junk yards which were dark and forlorn. No this place was exciting. 
 When I entered, I noticed counter tops that were laid out on the entire front half of the interior. On, one of the countertops closest to the entrance held a sign marked "check out" and behind the center counter tops were customer service representatives, all in black uniforms. And behind one of them sat chirpy girl with black micro braids. I mean, When was the last time you ever seen a girl man handling a junk yard?!" exclaimed Kelly.
 By that time Hendrickson was inside the shop, imagining it with Kelly, walking beside him. “Okay, so it’s an amazing shop, and organized." Interrupted Hendrickson, not seeing the point.
“Yeah, but don’t you see? That’s not the half of it”, continued Kelly. “If you can believe it, this place also had art work. Auto parts made into sculptures shaped like robots. They strode in between the counter tops at their cut off points.
I kept wandering closer to the robot shaped figurines, hoping to identify each part of the human like sculptures.

 

10 minute Free Write

10 minute Free Write

Yasmine's mother wears a big, black burka

and is so religious,
She'll show up
to the mosque

Every day of Ramadaan  

Even if she has to go to every single mosque

in town.

Dropping off her laundry in northeast

to pray

at Dar Faruq

Where the mosque is in renovation

Saw dust shows up on her feet

She walks slowly to the closet sized back room

To pray

Opening a plywood door

careful to not get cut from a wood chip.

On sunday nights, she'll show up

even though

most prayer goers leave excuses

not praying, because their work schedule.

She'll show up to Masjid De Norde

The one with french doors, that open to desolate rooms

Except for a red dramatic carpet.

And an older women whose been sitting there a while

gives Tasbeeh

And says prayers with her silver tinned lunch box

getting cold, waiting for the time

when dawn comes

to open her fast

She'll show up to mosques

with women sectionals

that are so overly crowded and loud

that the women try to speak in soft whispers

but the children over power them

Their will to move and prance about

is eager shame

to parents who wrestle

to sit them down

Pushing their all too mature scarves and telling them

they'll go home soon

to sleep.

Two Minute Free Write

Two minute Free Write
Friday,the girl saw the elevator rising to the top of the floor. Mu-ong, cri-ank, cri-ank. The man saw her before she saw him.  He moved back into the elevator behind the buttons, behind the metallic gold tape that aligned the door frame.  She walked in. 
 "Why, hello! Didn't know anyone else was in here." He looked at her peevishly.  She adjusted her white blouse that hung off her shoulder and stammered her feet. 
 "Oh, my God, Oh my God!"  She uttered frantically and popped a Xanax from a loose compartment in her purse.  The man was beginning to slide further into the elevator trying to blend into its walls.

One minute Free Write

One minute Free Write
Walk,walk
Walk faster, you imbecile
We're on an escalator,
so I can walk slow
walk, walk 
walk, you say
How bout I fall
than you can pay

One Minute Free Write

One minute Free Write
Waiting, waiting waiting
me
Waiting waiting waiting
pee
I gotta go, I've gotta go
Let me in 
I gotta go
Waiting, waiting, waiting please
You drunk a$$ bastard
I gotta pee!

30 sec Free Write

30 sec Free Write
Fall, Fall
I'm falling down.
No your not
You're on the ground
Fall, Fall
You're falling down
No, I'm not, I'm pushing you down.

10 Minute Free Write

10 Minute Free Write
Camp Tanadoona #Milky Way Galaxy #Fat Kid
"Stop it" she said.  Willard poked her with the pine needed the fifth time that day.  Being the short girl at camp made her the likely victim.  "Stop it, stop it" she screamed once again.  If he wasn't so stalky, she'd push the fat kid over, get her brothers to beat em' up.  But as it was, her brothers were too fascinated in the camp to notice her.  Camp Tanadoona was a week long camp away from home.  Which meant that if she didn't find a way to beat him soon, she'd be tortured the whole week by fat Willard and his grubby hands.  How he found a way to keep hold of a pine needle thinner than any food he indulged was beyond Tina. 
 "Don't worry, we'll get him." yelled Alice, who was sitting next to her. She was screaming out loud to one of the camp's theme songs, "Camp. Tanadoona Camp. Tanadoona Camp. Tanadoon Camp."
"How can you say that?" Tina scream back. Alice tempered her voice at the song's second key change and told her, her plan to get back at Willard.
 "You see... every year, the camp counselors meet at a cabin called "Milky Way" .  Funny the way the camp named each of its cabins after the constellations in the galaxy.  Alice and Tina were in "The Big dipper", that's how they met.
 "Go on." said Tina. "Well, you see... "The Milky Way" is where the counselors put on skits and games for the campers." Alice explained.  "Now, we'll just have Willard volunteer for the "Dare You to Laugh" game.  In the game, camp counselors try to come up with ways to get the campers to laugh and if they do, the campers are singled out and forced to play "Truth or Dare". We'll dare him to tell us who he likes.  "Who he likes-?  "Don't worry, he won't say you, and when he mentions another other girl at camp, we'll say 'I dare you to kiss her', and when he can't we'll taunt him, and remind him of this fact the rest of his stay at camp."

Five minute Free write

Five minute Free write on a topic called

Summer School   

The radiators were getting the place cool. "I've got to go to summer school", said Teresa.  "Why?"  "I'm missing a gym credit."  Shona, a Jehovah witness from Ecuador turned towards Teresa.  "You tapped me?"  "Oh, yeah, I was wandering if you finished the notes for this period."  "Um, yeah."  She turned around to give the notebook, and placed it on Teresa's desk.  Teresa couldn't help notice her black hair that stood up on end all over her slender arms.  Shona was pretty. If you didn't think so, you were an idiot.  She was too goody two-shoe though.  She always  passed her notes on time and raised her hand when Mr. Fitzgerald, the health teacher, called on her.  When you talked to her, she was always talking about her Jehovah witness stuff.  How she had a door meeting after school and she made it seem like something special.  Her something special was not at all like what her  friends called em', the door knockers, the preachers.  They had schemes to ignore the Jehovah's, like telling their housekeepers to answer or telling them they were out the door" and could they come back another time?"  But Shona called her ritual, the meetings and when you're only 15, listening to Shona talk about them, seeing her squeeze into tan skirts with her hair fluffed out, the meetings sounded cool, almost romantic.  She said she is engaged.  Engaged at 15!  You don't say!  Teresa looked at her and then turned her head towards Mr. Fitzgerald who said their next assignment would be a diagram on the food pyramid.