Sonnet by Ben Durfee

Being inside the TD Garden
with the roar of the crowd
as the score starts to tighten
Tuuka Rasks stats: one more goal allowed.

With PK Subban being booed
Montreal had tied the game
twice players had a feud
with tensions rising made it anything but lame.

The clock striking 11 minutes
knowing we might not win
the tension started to hurt like bullets
and the excitement so high I forgot about pigskin.

As I rose from my seat
"Montreal goal" and I knew we were beat.

This is a picture of my dad and me in Cozumel, Mexico. We are on these big go karts (they have a different name but I forgot). I've been to Cozumel many times, but I always forget that I want to do an ATV-like adventure. Boy, did I get my wish. If you could see some of the videos. First of all, my dad really knows how to drive. We went through caves, trenches full of water and mud, did many jumps, rocky paths in the jungle, and so much more. It was riveting and I don't regret any moment of it. We also were able to stop and jump into this tavern water. That was really scary. Going to Cozumel was supposed to be time to practice my Spanish, but it turned out to be all fun and games. :)

Cori Sheahan (grade 9 sonnet contest winner) by Becca Sheahan

He looked so peaceful "sleeping" that day
His hair was perfectly tussled and brushed
I stood back and did not know what to say
He lay silently and I was crushed.

Cori had always given off a beautiful vibe
Whether it was his smile or comedic ways
There are so many positive words for him I could describe
His extremely long eyelashes could put you in a daze.

I loved him like he was my brother
But being my cousin was not that far away
We had am amazing relationship like no other
His life should never have ended on that day.

I love and miss him with all my heart
no matter where I am, we will never be too far apart.

Home by Abby Bogovich

Back home is where I want to be right now.

But home is not here it is where I was.

And if only I could remember how,

I’d go back home before anyone does.

Minnesota is where I want to be.

It’s there I have so many memories.

And this is the place I call home for me.

It’s there we always got stuck in the trees.

I’ll always remember the winter days.       
 

I’m always surrounded by family.

And I’ll never forget my grammas ways.

They were there for me when I hurt my knee.

Minnesota, yes, I’d die to live there.

Oh yes, I would live anywhere but here.

6 word short stories B period

For sale: my new baby boy.
There goes he ball. Sparky, No!
Two walked in, one came out.
People with education but no understanding.
Luke, I'm not really your father.
Don't quit. You can't give up.
A war between remembering and forgetting.
She saw her image fading away.
People don't make heroes, choices do.
Many accomplishments, but one great regret.
Beyond your titles, who are you?
Now I am living a lie.
I still cannot think of why.

6 word short stories A period class

1. America, your old ways are gone!
2. Since when do you care?
3. Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
4. A shallow grave in the well.
5. Happiness is always sought under saddness.
6. You're loud and annoying. Love you.
7. She looked up and said, "goodbye."
8. One truth, many lies, what for?
9. It was too dark to tell.
10. He came home covered in bruises.
11. Dubai: the greatest place on earth.

More Than A Game by Jessica Diana (sonnet)

 

                Here’s to the girls that give 100 percent

                Willing to sacrifice their body

                To the girls that want to win at any extent

                That live to get their pants dirty

                 Here’s to the pitchers, catchers, 1^st basemen, and 2^nd basemen

                 The shortstop, 3^rd basemen, right fielder, center fielder, and left fielder

                  To the girls that will dive into any backstop or fence.

                  Hoping not to make a single error

                  Here’s to the girls giving up their summer to play

                  The smell of the freshly mowed grass and newly dragged dirt

                   To the girls that dream to play pro’s someday.

                   To see the red white and blue on their shirt.

                   Here’s to the girls that play with no shame.

                   To the girls that softball is more than a game.