July 2018 - Special Places
Vicki Renner - Editor, July 2018 edition
We all have places we go in real life or in our memories, places that are special because of how they make us feel and the people we see there.
Without these special places, the earth and the universe would be a dull, lifeless place.
Even if we can’t always take time to go to our special places, we can remember them and go there in our minds.
I hope you can all go to your special place when you need it most.
The Special Two
My new room was empty except for a few storage boxes, a bed and the grey, fuzzy carpet. I’d never had a room to myself before, but I knew I would’ve got one sooner or later.
I was unpacking my things when I came across a photo I hadn’t seen in ages. It was a special photograph that brought back precious memories. There we were, the four of us, all smiling. Dad had his arm wrapped around Mum. Chloe and I were holding hands and making goofy faces at the camera. I don’t think I’ve seen Chloe smile as big as she did that day.
“Goodnight, Kiddo,” whispered Dad, as he gently kissed me on the forehead.
“Night, Dad,” I answered snuggling into the covers. He smiled and strolled out of my room, closing the door behind him.
All I had to do now was wait till Dad went down to finish unpacking, then I could climb out of the window. Lucky for me, my room was on the ground floor.
With effort, I lifted up the brand new window. The chilly air blew onto my face, sending a shiver down my spine. I lifted my leg over the ledge, the tip of my toes just touching the ground below. I lifted the other leg over in a hurry to leave, when I felt cheap fabric ripping from my ankle. The half-torn piece of my pyjamas dangled in the wind. I looked around cautiously, and sprinted off. Chloe was going to get worried if I didn’t turn up soon.
Chloe was there leaning against our tree. This had always been our
special place. It was where Mum and Dad first met each other, where as a family we would laugh and enjoy life. But now, it was only Chloe’s and mine.
This place always seemed to glow, even on cold, dark nights. The tree’s branches were thin and twisted, bare without their usual lush leaves to cover them. Its mysterious presence drew me in, closer. It created a warm feeling in our hearts, but at the same time, there was a dark cloud towering over us, following close behind.
Chloe gasped. “What happened to you? Did you get into a fight again?”
“No, my pyjamas got caught when I was escaping out of the window,” I whispered sheepishly.
Chloe stared at me right in the eyes, her lips trembling. “Mum just got a boyfriend,” she murmured as if she had a huge lump inside her throat.
My eyes got caught staring at the ground. I glanced at Chloe. “Don’t worry, we’ll show Mum who’s the real man,” I laughed.
“Life is not a joke Kara!” Chloe yelled. “Stop pretending everything is okay, because it’s not, and never will be.” She sniffed.
My whole body tensed, boiling with anger. It could’ve burst any minute. I was torn on the inside. I pulled Chloe in, laying her head on my shoulder as I rocked her like a baby. Chloe was right, I couldn’t make joke out of this one. All we needed was each other, our special place, and the night’s blanket to keep us hidden.
Q & A with Sarah!
When I smell the sea I think of my Grandma’s house. I love to go there. My mum lived there when she was little. There is a lot of love in the house. When I go there I see my cousins, my Grandma’s dog Penny, my Grandma, my Uncle Joel and Aunty Sarah. I love to see them!
When I go there I see the sea, Grandma’s house, the chickens. I can hear the dogs barking, the trees whispering and the sounds of the country. The country smells like fresh air, a warm fire in winter and damp mud.
WHAT THE HOUSE LOOKS LIKE! The house is white and it is enormous. There is a pool at the house. Before there was a pool, there was just a bunch of trees like a forest. I like to imagine my mum sitting in the trees.
There are foxes that are orange with a stroke of white on their heads. The foxes eat the chickens and the dogs next door are bad and silly. They eat the chickens too.
There is one chicken that comes into the house and even poohs! She is called Mother Chook. She flaps her wings very FAST and flies over the fence, then goes up the stairs and through the door.
When I go to the beach I love to jump off the beach boxes. I like to imagine I’m on a boat and that I’ve sailed to my magic island. At my island there is a cottage that is my cottage. It has a pink roof, a purple door, a rainbow garden and rainbow coloured weatherboards. I go there to play fish-pong tennis.
I made it up and trained my fish Floria and Riley to help me. I hit the ball up in the air and then they do a rally with their tails. They hit the ball back to me and I juggle with three other balls. I pass them back and they juggle the balls too. I sail my boat home when the sun sets.
I love my real and imaginary country life!
The Last Plotonian On Ploto
My name is Alsen. Don’t make fun of me. My language is different here. I will tell you what I like and what I don’t like. I’m fussy, so don’t tell me to STOP!!! I have red skin because when I breathe it makes me feel hot and sweaty. I also grow prunes; they are warts in your language. I have six eyes. I think I’m unique, because none of the other Plotonians have six eyes. They all have five.
Wait, I didn’t tell you. I must be the worst Plotonian ever. I used to live on a planet called Ploto.
I am going to tell you about the fight and the reason why I live on Earth.
My story takes place beneath the rumbling volcano of Ploto, Our God. I believed that it could erupt again one day. I wanted to swim in its lava. Imagine that. You can think me crazy, human. No offence, but I think humans are the dumbest species of ever! Remember I said, “No offence”.
We were trying to make The Volcano erupt by dropping bombs into it. I thought it was annoying, but I knew it was worth it.
I know you would love it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bombs worked. Ploto’s volcano was active again.
Other Plotonians ran down the streets to our volcano. Our God. I decided I should run down too, after seeing all the others running. I took a shortcut to our holy volcano.
I saw lava pouring out like yolk out of a soft boiled egg. It was heaven.
I high jumped over the Plotonians and dived into the lava. Suddenly everything went blurry. Then I saw it. The bad outcome.
My house. Nothing was lava proof.
I began sprinting to my home. I high jumped to my poor loveable wooden home. The flow was fast but I was much faster than lightning.
The evil red lava chanted at me, “I will catch you, I will catch you!”
I saw my beautiful pictures of my family on the wall. My heart just felt it was right, to grab the pictures and bolt for my life. I listened to my heart.
I saw Ploto cracking. Now I knew. There was one and only hope. My rocket, only used for backup.
I ran into the basement. I saw my beautiful backup rocket ruined. It was in case of just this occasion. The heat had pulled the metal, ripping it violently apart piece by piece. It was basically allergic to heat.
I closed my eyes as Ploto began to implode.
I whispered, “Bye, Ploto. You were always a nice friend. I will miss you.”
That is the story behind why I live on this weird Planet Earth. I’m not sure what happened to the Plotonians. At least I told you my story.
My motto is “Always have Lava Proof Houses”! My other motto is “Never Trust a Volcano”.
Imagine a place you’ve always loved to be, a place that’s familiar and special. It might be a favourite holiday destination, Grandma’s house at Christmas, your bedroom on a cold rainy day with a book and hot chocolate. Choose a place that is full of memories, images, feelings, sounds, sights, smells.
Set the timer for two minutes and close your eyes. For the whole two minutes, think about that place. Imagine yourself there and focus on all the different details in that special place. Focus on the five senses - sound, sight, taste, touch, smell. Focus on what emotions you feel. Focus on all the different objects in that place, on the colours and the shape of things.
When the timer goes off, open your eyes and write for ten or fifteen minutes without stopping. Write down as much as you can remember from your imagination. Keep writing until the timer goes off and don’t stop!
If at any point, you think you’ve written everything you can remember, write a memory about that place, or write about what you’d like to do next in that special place. Places, experiences and people who are very familiar can give us lots of ideas for our writing.
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