Some Haikus From National Day on Writing
Brownie? Cookie? Soap
The dead have risen,
I love peanut beans
Filling the board quick
Spring and Summer are memories
Numerous students helped create a collaborative story on our Writing Center's walls. Thank you to everyone who contributed and participated in National Day on Writing events. Enjoy this truly unique piece of work!
2017 National Day on Writing Collaborative Story
I ate dinner with George Washington. Not THAT George Washington, but this guy did also have wooden teeth. He bit me. It hurt. But that is beside the point. I adopted a teacup piggy named Queen Elizabeth the II. She bit me too. "Ouch Charlie bit me!" I said. So I cooked her up the stove. And then ate a sandwich. What was in the sandwich? Then a talking Pembroke Welsh corgi descended from my ceiling. But that is beside the point. I really need to tell you about that sandwich. It was the best pulled pork this side of the Mississippi! At least that is what the guide told me. "Is there any pulled corgi available for purchase?" I asked the guide. Above me, the corgi screamed.
We hear the soft tone of Sara McLachlan in the background, "In the arms of an angel". She was descending from the ceiling! "Get back, Sara!" I brandished my sandwich, "YOUR POWERS HAVE NO HOLD IN THIS PLACE!" Sara slowly stepped back, the sweet tone of her voice becoming more sour by the second. She morphed into a vampire. The vampire teleported behind me and said "Heh, nothing personal kid," which I liked because they have nice legs.
Sara then bit Lady Gaga and turned her into a vampire as well. Wait, where did Lady Gaga come from? Who knows! Out of the ceiling, of course. Just dance. It will be okay. In walked Cheeto-in-Chief. We read from a book of exorcisms and banished him - no one needs THAT at their epic battle for pulled corgi. This is all "fake news". So naturally all major news outlets picked up the story of "pulled corgi".
Then, an orange kitty cat ate the entire story. And threw it up. But did it really? Then suddenly, explosions. A new universe, exploding ever outwards and upwards and inwards and in all sorts of directions, and it was born from the projectile vomit of a cat.
Suddenly, I awoke from this terrible nightmare. My pet corgi named Sebastian bit me. I stole him from the Queen. He goes on an epic trip to find Mum. After four long years, though, he finds the truth. And he started by interviewing a man with wooden teeth... now, where have I heard that before?