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Never EmptyThat ball that sits in your gutNever Empty by VivaFariy
sometimes it is hidden
but often it is
Through the struggles
of every hour
I long to cry out
but I can't
because you're gone
and I'm not.
SECOND DRAFT of One-Act playBackground - Ima means Mom, Abba means dad. Yiddish or Hebrew words will be translated in brackets.SECOND DRAFT of One-Act play by VivaFariy
(Esther walks in the door, drops her backpack quietly on a chair, and starts taking out her homework. Debra is in the kitchen, while Avraham is learning at the Dining Room table.)
Ima? I’m home.
Hello, Esther! I barely heard you walk in. (Notices Ester working.) Homework already? Do you want a snack or something? A cool glass of water?
I want you to eat. You just spent a while in a hot car. We have mango. I bought it fresh this morning.
After I finish this English assignment.
Alright then. How was school?
Good. Did you get Mrs. Marks’ email?
No. What email is this?
A high-school long term plan. She’s the college guidance counselor. Anyone who asks is allowed to set up a meeting with her.
I never asked for an appointment. I didn’t even know the school had a guidance counselor.
FIRST DRAFT of One-Act Play*Title: To Be DecidedFIRST DRAFT of One-Act Play by VivaFariy
Ideas – Going Out the Door, Free Years,
ESTHER: Female, age 15 (10th grade), young and pretty looking in a long sleeved shirt and a skirt that covers her knees. She is a religious Jew who attends a Jewish high school, intelligent, and open-minded.
DEBRA: Female, age 35, casually dressed in a long sleeved t-shirt, a skirt, and her hair is covered. Mother of Esther and Yehoshua.
AVRAHAM: Male, 38, dressed in a dress shirt and pants, carries a briefcase. Father of Esther and Yehoshua.
Afternoon, around five or six o’ clock. In a dining room or a living room.
Esther tries to convince her parents to consider allowing her to attend college. Her parents though want her to go to seminary and then get married. Esther finds out a few reasons why her parents don’t want her to go to college, and her parents learn more about Esther’s personality and desires in life.
Free RoseFree Rose by Geek-Chic17
Jayda Rose .
Her name was different. So unique, that her very essence hit me like a brick wall the moment I saw her. Well that sudden off feeling was quickly replaced by annoyance when I realized she was in my seat. I always sat in the last desk at the far end of the corner in English. And there was no way I was going to let this new girl change that. So in my best causal tone, I pointed out the mistake. She glanced up at me with a sort of bored expression glimmering in her Everest green eyes.
"Oh" the new, fellow senior said in a cool almost monotone voice.
"Yeah," I replied as she stood up, moving to the desk in front of mine.
"Sorry," I heard her mutter while settling into the new chair.
I slide into my own, but the nonchalant "S'okay" I produced was lost to the late-bell's ring. So with an internal sigh of irritation, I started retrieving a few notebooks from my backpack, oblivious to enormous effect this new student, Jayda Rose, would have on my life.
Jayda had only
Forgotten DreamIn a lovely sunny houseForgotten Dream by taliaovadia
A little boy lived on the beach
He'd always hold his mother's hand
He didn't want to lose her reach
One day as they were walking home
They passed a sweets and ice cream store
Many treats filled the glass windows
But one stood out and shone much more
A cone filled with an ice cream swirl
Of rich chocolate and pure vanilla
In a fresh and crunchy cone
Drizzled with strawberry syrup
The boy's eyes sparkled as he gazed
With wanting at the ice cream cone
His mother knew he wanted it
But she said no and took him home
He lay awake that night, upset
And for quite a while he thought
Till he decided on his own
He'd buy it without getting caught
Since he didn't have enough
To pay for it all by himself
His sister helped him earn some coins
To fill the jar upon his shelf
One day he finally filled the jar
With enough to buy the treat
He hid the money in his pocket,
Ran to the shop across the street
The bell rang as he stepped inside
And warm, sweet smells filled up his nose
Like an Ant.To the mountain,Like an Ant. by Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
Who are we?
So small against its grandeur.
To the eagle,
What are we?
Odd-lesser beingschaining themselves to the ground
Rather than embracing the freedom of forever.
To the leopard,
Who are we?
Noisy, clumsy, oblivious, obvious
So unlike her own graceful mastery
To the human,
Who are we?
Empowered, all powered, all worthy and
All knowing. All is ours.
Or is it?
For, to an ant,
We might be
Just a mountain,
Grand and great in awesome size
Yet slow, moving in unconceivable slowness.
Just an eagle,
High, distant, unconcerned and
For, to an ant, there might be
A thousand million uncounted uncountable
Things to do, things done
Look at this fantastic art!
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By the way, I also love llamas!
Hello there! My name is Aviva, but you can call me anything you'd like (as long as I approve!)
I'm called a bunch of things including Viva, Vivi, VivaFariy, and Arial.
Anyway, I am a Jewish girl who lives in Los Angeles, California. I love to read, write, draw, sing, dance, act, learn, and much more.
I have been writing since I knew how to, and I really want to improve in my writing. My drawing started off traditional, and I've been drawing, seriously drawing that is, for around three years. I have been drawing digitally for around two years and a few months, using Gimp, Sai, and a mouse.
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