Sarah+C

Hey! My name is Sarah Curry. I am a senior at Edgewood High School. For my final assignment for my Creative Writing class, I had to put together a Wiki page of all of the writings I had done during the class. The writings consist of poetry, non-fiction and fiction pieces. Enjoy! :)

​ **POETRY**

​ ​This poem is about the most important events in my life.

Around Then

Around 1992, I was born and almost died. Around 2000, I was diagnosed with asthma. Around 1993, I became a big sister. Around 2007, I learned that friends are forever. Around 1995, I lost my Pa. Around 2007, I realized I wanted to be a photographer. Around 2008, I looked at the Leaning tower of Pisa. Around 2006, I had the perfect smile I had dreamed of. Around 1996, I began playing soccer. Around 2007, I went frog giggin’ and got stuck in the mud. Around 1997, I met two people that would literally be my bff’s. Around 2006, I donated my hair to Locks of Love. Around 1999, I made biscuits with my great-grandma. Around 2008, I met my best friend Chris. Around 2009, I realized that I was in love with Chris. Around 2009, I learned that Chris was in love with me too. Around 2010, I am certain about my decisions and ready to begin my future.

​ This poem is about what red sounds like to me. This poem was harder for me to write. I had to think about what red sounds like. 

What does red sound like?

Red sounds like sirens, Firefighters racing to save people. Lives coming to an end, As sirens blare on the way to the hospital.

Red sounds like hate, Enemies are made so easily. They used to be friends, But hate blocks the truth.

Red sounds like military, Letters coming from home. Fighting for our country, Hearts breaking when they are gone.

Red sounds like blood, Pumping through our bodies. Keeping us alive, Taken for granted.

Red sounds like love, An uncountable amount of hugs and kisses. Slowly realizing he is the one I want. I now know what red sounds like.

​​ I wrote this poem because I wanted to see how a wife/girlfriend would feel when her husband/boyfriend returned from war. My inspiration is from the movie 'Dear John".​

Solider

Faster I run to you You are finally home We have been apart for one year Soldier.

Slower Time seems to stop We finally embrace My tears fall onto your camo Soldier.

​​I wrote this poem because my boyfriend Chris and I had shared our first eskimo kiss the previous day.

Eskimo Kisses

Winter Snow is falling Drinking hot chocolate Sharing sweet Eskimo kisses Winter.

Summer Fun in the sun Ice cream melting so fast Sharing sweet Eskimo kisses Summer.

​I wrote this this poem because I had been to a wedding reception and I thought of how cool it would be to get married on a beach!  Vows

Warm sand beneath my feet, Grateful we had the chance to meet. Our love is so true, I never want to live a day without you.

We first met at work, I fell for you so hard it hurt. I thought about you every day, But had to keep my feelings at bay.

I had never loved a man so much, And I longed to feel your touch. You are funny and make me laugh, You are the best friend I have.

Wish I could’ve slowed down time, Once I realized you were mine. Pictures capturing memories, Every moment together becoming stories.

You asked to marry me, Saying you’d be as happy as can be. We have gone through a lot together, I believe we will last forever.

You have always been the love of my life, I am so glad I am becoming your wife. Our love is so true, All I can say is “I do”.

This poem is about how a wife would feel if her husband died in war.

**War Wife**


 * Knock! Outside my house stand two men. **
 * I open my door and ask why they are here. **
 * Was told my husband died at war, I ask how and when. **
 * They left as I ask why did you leave my dear. **


 * Yawn! I woke early, half asleep, **
 * Feeling so alone and afraid. **
 * Knowing he was dead sank in deep. **
 * Feel as if my perfection was unmade. **


 * Whoosh! Went my heart when I thought of him. **
 * Did I say that I loved him before he left? **
 * Wishing he was in my arms again. **
 * It’s getting hard to catch my breath. **


 * Clang! It seemed as if time was no more. **
 * The love of my life was dead. **
 * Why was he sent to a horrible war? **
 * Don’t remember our last words said. **


 * Glug! I drank the water, **
 * At dinner all alone. **
 * My loss really did bother, **
 * Then I heard the phone. **


 * Clatter! It fell to the floor. **
 * I try to pick it up but my hands shake. **
 * Everything I’ve ever known or loved is not here anymore. **
 * The tears like raindrops, sliding down my face. **

​I wrote this poem because Chris wants to go into the Marines. I had to make an M&M character and then I had to write a poem about the character! Combat Chris

His combat hat sits upon his head, Beads of sweat roll down his back.

His boots are worn and scuffed, Dogtags clanging as he walks.

Gun is loaded And ready to be shot off.

Stomach loudly growls, Mouth parched for water.

Kids beg him for sweet treats, He willingly gives in.

Shots are heard from a distance, It’s nothing unusual.

Letters from home are finally in, He grabs his pile and opens gently.

He begins to read and a smile breaks loose, Somewhere else in the world, I am reading his letter.

I wrote this poem from a real experience at IHOP. I love IHOP, so I wrote the poem as a restaurant review! It’s Heavenly

A bell rings as I make my entrance I am seated in a booth filled with morning sunshine I order my usual as If it is my last meal.

They ask me about my coffee, ‘Regular’ I answer, as the waitress scurries away I watch the workers as if I am big brother.

I am served my coffee One creamer and two packets of sugar later I take a sip Like an alarm clock, it wakes me up.

My food is brought to my sunny table I unroll my fork and knife The smell intoxicates me My mouth becomes a waterfall.

I cut the perfect circles Add the final touches I stab a piece with my fork And bring it to my mouth.

I savor the warmth and sweetness The pancake is perfect Chew, chew, chew then swallow It’s heavenly.

​This is actually my second versoin of this poem. When I read my first version, I hated it. So I threw it away and started anew. I am very pleased with how this poem turned out. I wrote this for my AP English class and I used it for my Creative Writing class because one of the topics I had to write about was "What if?"

What if…

What if I could fly? On a broomstick I would go high. I would be a wicked witch in the sky. What if I could fly?

What if there was peace? Bang! Gun shots would finish. No more pain, no more dying. What if there was peace?

What if fairytales weren’t fiction? Fretting female waiting for her fearless prince. Fearless prince loving the fretting female forever. What if fairytales weren’t fiction?

What if we hadn’t met? If you were untouchable like a million little stars. If we didn’t find each other in a sea of people. What if…

I wrote this poem because Chris and I love to four-wheel. The first time we four-wheeled together was in the winter, after a big snow storm. It was one of the most funnist times I have ever had!​

<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; font-size: 14pt;">With You on a Four Wheeler

The cold smell of winter, My arms are wrapped around you, Like Noah and Ally. Birds fly from the roar of the engine.

Bumpy ground throws me all over, Snow hits my face as we speed. The faster we go, our freedom grows, With you, on a four wheeler.

The sweet smell of spring, Your arms wrapped around me. Flower buds peek out to watch us ride. The snow is gone and the sun has arrived.

You whisper in my ear ‘l love you’. I smile as I increase our speed. The faster we go, our freedom grows, With you, on a four wheeler.

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I wrote this poem in my AP English class I took my senior year. I ended up using it in my Creative Writing class also. This is one of my favorite poems! ​

IT BEGAN IN SUMMER

Cool summer breeze brushes my face. The setting sun is calming. Your hand gently finds my hand. I try not to think of lost time. As butterflies land in our boundaries, We talk about our future.

Before us is our future. A smile breaks onto my face. We know no boundaries, But seeing you is calming. There is no track of time, With your soft lips gently on my hand.

You push my hair behind my ear with your hand. I have never been so certain about my future. You return the ‘I love you’s’ every time, And a slow blush covers my face. Being with you is calming. I want no more boundaries.

You push past their boundaries. I can no longer hold your hand, But knowing you are alive is calming. With you, I want to spend my future. You being in the Marines makes tears roll down my face. Days turn to weeks as I loose track of time.

Your arrival is on time. You walk past the airport boundaries. Your camo puts a smile on my face. Suddenly I hold your hand. We kiss and plan our future. Having you home is calming.


 * NON FICTION**

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I wrote this short story from the point of view of my Grandpa. I was the little girl. My 'Pa' died when I was five and I do not have many memories of him. I loved writing this short story because I wrote it of how I think he would have thought.

The Sunshine Cafe' <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">She sits across from me. A sippy cup of chocolate milk in her hand. Eggs on her face as she eats without a care. It is October 1st, 1993. My daughter-in-law is giving birth to my second granddaughter. Lorraine, Sarah and I are all eating at the Sunshine Café in Middletown. Sarah spent the night with Lorraine and I when her parents went to the hospital the previous day. Sarah kept saying “baby”. We watched movies and she fell asleep in my arms after the tickle monster attacked.

Now I sit here, drinking my coffee and I just look at her. Lorraine is fussing about the chocolate milk dripping onto the table and then sliding onto Sarah’s shirt. I try to drown out the noise of my wife’s voice. Sarah catches my eyes looking at her and she smiles at me.

-You ready to go meet Rebecca?- I ask her -Baby!- she replies clutching her sippy cup and her baby doll.

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I wrote this from a real experience. September of 2009, my sister, my mom, my aunt and I all drove to Lexingon, Va. to see my cousin Joe at the Virginia Military Institute. This was my first time visiting, so I did not know what to expect. I ended up loving every moment of my trip. I wrote about seeing post for the first time. ​

Virginia Military Institute We have finally arrived at post. It is my first time coming here. The sign welcoming us says ‘Virginia Military Institute’. The sign is red with black lettering. An American flag and a statue of Stonewall Jackson stand in the distance. There are multiple cannons standing along side of Stonewall Jackson. We get out of the car and we see cadets exiting the barracks. The barracks are huge and a tan color. All of the windows have bars on the lower half of them. Some of the cadets have boards with gold lines. Others do not have the boards. Those with out the boards would be the rats (aka. freshmen). The gold lines are a symbol of how many years you have completed at the institute. There are two cadets with three gold lines following a herd of rats. They yell at the cadets to stop and the rats freeze instantly. It looks as if time has stood still. The two cadets walk to the rats, and turn around to face them. Suddenly, shouts overtake the calm serenity. The cadets are screaming at the rats for walking to fast and for chewing gum. The rats have certain privileges and many boundaries. They are not allowed to walk too fast or chew gum or show a public display of affection. The rules for rats are to teach them that only perfection is permitted on the post. The faces’ of the cadets are a color between red and purple. The red-purple color darkens as they do not breathe while yelling. They are yelling in the rats’ faces. The cadets are moving along the row of rats to yell at each one of them. We stand there, in silence, just watching the rats stare straight ahead. “Do you understand me?” one of the cadets yells. “Yes sir!” reply the rats. The rats shake in fear but they stop so the cadets do not notice. The two cadets release the rats and the rats keep walking at a slower pace. The two cadets turn around and see me. “Good morning miss. How are you?” “I am fine and you?” I ask. “Very well miss. Thank you for asking. Have a great day.” I reply, “Thank you. Have a great day as well.” The cadets walk away. Their shoes shining and barely tapping the concrete. Their moods changed in a second and to me, they were so polite. We continue to stand there. We are waiting to see Joe. More men and a few women exit the barracks. Then he comes into sight. He smiles as he sees us. It is a “show all of my teeth” kind of smile. So I know he is happy we came. His boards have one gold line on them, his shoes are shined and his belt buckle is blinding because of the sunlight hitting it. Their uniforms have to be perfect. Suddenly, I am in full sprint. Cadets keep walking but to me they are flying by. Joe shakes his buzz cut head as I come closer. He opens his arms as I run into them. We stand there hugging and my world stands still. He smells like his Axe shower wash and of sweat. But it’s the way I remember him. They scent I love. We pull apart and I notice that is uniform is a little wrinkled. I smile my “show all of my teeth” smile. “It’s great to see you Joe-fish”. I say. Joe-fish is a long time nickname from our childhood when I could not pronounce Joseph. “It’s great to see you too”. I notice he has lost some weight but he is still the same Joe. I hug him again as I think about how I almost lost him in March, earlier in the year. He hugs me back and I thank God for letting Joe be alive today. “I love you Joe”. I say into his shoulder. “Same here”. He replies. And I know that he does. I would never doubt that for a moment.

FICTION

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">This was a children's story that had to have a social justice issue. I chose acceptance because I think it is important for children to know that everyone is different and special. I loved writing this short story. All of the characters and names were made up.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Fat Pablo = = There was once a bee named Pablo. Pablo lived in a hive with his mommy, daddy, and a lot of other bees. Pablo was a very shy bee. Pablo did not have any friends in the hive or at his school, Bumble Elementary. All of the bees in the hive and at school made fun of Pablo. Pablo had a big problem. Pablo was fat. His nickname to all of the bees was Fat Pablo. The bees at school called him many mean names and drew pictures of Pablo. Even his teacher at Bumble Elementary, Ms. Honey, said Pablo was chubby. There was only one bee at school that did not make fun of Pablo. Her name was Rose. Rose was the prettiest bee at school. Rose was always very nice to Pablo. There was a bee named Hornet. Hornet was the bully at Bumble Elementary. Hornet was always making fun of Pablo and the other bees that were different from the popular bees. One day, Hornet said “Pablo is the fattest bee in the whole hive!” Pablo heard Hornet say that and Pablo began to cry. Hornet had really hurt Pablo’s feelings. The other bees at school began to laugh at Pablo. Rose was the only bee at Bumble Elementary who was not laughing at Pablo. Rose was mad at Hornet for being so mean to Pablo. Rose flew over to the other bees and said, “That was mean. You would not like it if I was making fun of you. Think about how Pablo feels. Stop being mean!” Pablo heard Rose say that. Pablo was happy Rose had stood up for him. Pablo said, “Rose is right. That was mean. When you say stuff like that, it hurts my feelings.” The other bees realized that they had been wrong and had been mean to Pablo. All of the bees at Bumble Elementary apologized to Pablo. Pablo was happy to forgive them. So he accepted their apology. Pablo was happy that no one was making fun of him. Pablo said, “I am glad we are all friends.” Every bee at Bumble Elementary agreed with Pablo.

​<span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I wrote this short story for my AP English class. It was a timed writing and we had to use so many words. It was really fun to write. I love this short story! <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> <span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">FAIRYTALES ​Fairytales are not real. Fairytales are for princesses. I am not a princess. I am the farthest thing from a princess. Princesses are beautiful with great bodies and hair that shines. Once again, I state, I am the farthest thing from a princess. He brings me from my secret wish to reality. "What were you thinking about princess?" he asks. I answer, " Fairytales."

​<span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I wrote this fiction piece for my best friend. I did not write this for a class. I wrote this because I thought it would capture a special moment in time, when my best friend was falling in love with a man who already loved her.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Almost He looks at her from across the restaurant. She is talking to me, so she does not see him staring. But I do. I see the twinkle in his eyes when her laughter rings out. His lips begin to turn up when she glances his way. Just by looking at the man, you can easily tell that he has fallen for her so hard. Most likely, he did not plan falling for the girl with the golden locks. She looks his way again, she smiles and waves to him. He smiles and waves to her in return. "So...do you love him?" I question her. I already know he loves her. "Not yet...but almsot." She smiles as we continue talking.

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I wrote this short fiction story for my own purpose. I did not have to write this for any certain class. I thought of my future and this story popped into my mind. ​

Newport We stare at the glass. The fish back at us. We hear little kids screaming. I gently rub my growing stomach. In two months, I will meet you. I will meet my little girl. I imagine dressing her in pink with bows in her soft baby hair. Her daddy says "Aubrey, we are here looking at the fish." I feel her foot make contact with my skin. She will be a great soccer player when she gets older. He kisses my stomach where she had just kicked. "I love you baby girl." he whispers to her. I smile and think how perfect my life is. One day, I will bring Aubrey to look at the fish. We will come as a family. We make our way to the gift shop. I want to buy her a stuffed marine animal. We look around at the mountain of stuffed animals and a stuffed sea turtle comes into view. It is perfect. I grab it and waddle to the register. I pay for it in cash, take the bag and return to my husband. We hold hands as we exit the Newport aquarium.