RIO's MAY E-ZINE
for all your E-Zine needs (brought to you by the Company - because there's nothing wrong with you that we can't fix).
NEWS of the month:
*RIO member Jessica Chen was published in Grip on Life magazine with her article. See it here: http://www.griponlife.ca/grip/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=451&Itemid=55
*RIO member Lelainna Dahl prooved that she was a published poet by showing her teacher and class the RIO E-Zines. Hi Lelainna's class, and shame on you for not believing her!
YOU by Lelainna Dahl
I've wandered this world for too long, walking along by myself.
Having to deal with everything on my own.
Now with you here, I'm never alone.
You give me reason to wake up and face the nightmares.
You stop the voices when I hold your hand.
The reassuring grip you give me leaves me breathless.
My Astrid, my Bella, my princess, my honeysuckle.
The time apart is horrible but with you I'm whole.
It's not good to be so dependent on someone
but babe your laugh gives me butterflies.
Girl you amaze me every day and
I want to scream to the world how truly beautiful you are.
Never forget it
Having to deal with everything on my own.
Now with you here, I'm never alone.
You give me reason to wake up and face the nightmares.
You stop the voices when I hold your hand.
The reassuring grip you give me leaves me breathless.
My Astrid, my Bella, my princess, my honeysuckle.
The time apart is horrible but with you I'm whole.
It's not good to be so dependent on someone
but babe your laugh gives me butterflies.
Girl you amaze me every day and
I want to scream to the world how truly beautiful you are.
Never forget it
PICTURES FROM THE APCWW OPEN MIC
Sadly the videos of the kids reading was too large a file to upload :( We may have to try Youtube.
George Washington – By The RIO Kids
Cheese and dictionary
George
Washington was revolutionary
He shot his cannons all across the
prairie
The bullets flying like magical fairies
killing here and
theries
“This was a bead idea,” said his friend Larry
“You should settle
down and marry.”
Kumquat
George
Washington was revolutionary
He shot his cannons all across the
prairie
The bullets flying like magical fairies
killing here and
theries
“This was a bead idea,” said his friend Larry
“You should settle
down and marry.”
Kumquat
We Are Girls! By Olivia Dicintio and Elisabeth Hillaby
Mother, Daughter, Sister,
Misses, Miss,
Or Miz when our husbands have gone into the abyss.
These are the titles we’re expected to wear,
Along with tight jeans and long blond hair.
Yes, we are girls, the strong and the free,
But now, apparently,
We are bad drivers,
We make dodos look smart.
Someone has to cook and clean, and we fit the part.
Sports aren’t and option
That’s what the boys do.
We’d always be tripping in our high-heeled shoes.
When we’d break a nail we’d let out a “SHREIK!”
We’d make toothpicks look strong ‘cause we’d be so weak.
Those are all opinions,
But they are not just.
And after all that we’ll stay strong if we must.
We hear the chants of feminists,
Like the calls of trapped birds.
We are not opinions or ideas,
WE ARE GIRLS!
Misses, Miss,
Or Miz when our husbands have gone into the abyss.
These are the titles we’re expected to wear,
Along with tight jeans and long blond hair.
Yes, we are girls, the strong and the free,
But now, apparently,
We are bad drivers,
We make dodos look smart.
Someone has to cook and clean, and we fit the part.
Sports aren’t and option
That’s what the boys do.
We’d always be tripping in our high-heeled shoes.
When we’d break a nail we’d let out a “SHREIK!”
We’d make toothpicks look strong ‘cause we’d be so weak.
Those are all opinions,
But they are not just.
And after all that we’ll stay strong if we must.
We hear the chants of feminists,
Like the calls of trapped birds.
We are not opinions or ideas,
WE ARE GIRLS!
Kingston & Caliver by Emma Train
Ceara struggled to free himself as the giant jaws of the liopleurodon closed around him. As it dragged him down to the depths of the ocean, he began to wonder whether he would die that day. At that one thought, thousands more began to rush to mind. He began to think back on what he had accomplished, and dream of what lay ahead. Glory. Treasure. Loss. Revenge. Victory. He fought to stay conscious, but his vision swam, then blurred, then, finally, his world went black.
When Ceara woke, he felt as if there were a thousand needles plunging deep into his skin, each as big as a baseball bat, each as sharp as a razor blade. He felt as though he were going to vomit, so he did. Then he tried to clean up his vomit but that didn't go too well (he
vomited on the leaf he was trying to clean up his vomit with). A searing pain awoke in his thighs, and he remembered how horrible the experience was, being bitten by a liopleurodon.
He studied them for wounds, there were none. It was only then that he noticed his surroundings. He was in a large sunlit cave, the walls plastered with a strange writing that he did not understand. The floor beneath him was covered in thick mossy leaves much like the one he had tried to clean up his puke with. And then there was . . . "Whoa!"Ceara almost screamed. The liopleurodon was just feet away, flanks heaving, muscular fins still, eyes closed.
He scampered to the mouth of the cave, and, of all the things he had to step on it had to be a sea urchin. "EEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!" His scream echoed throughout the entire cave. He stuffed a claw full of moss in his mouth. He stared at the liopleurodon and prayed that it had not woken up. But a back fin twitched, the strong back arched and raised, the small, beady eyes opened and the gaping jaws lunged and the liopleurodon said hello. Shortly after, Ceara found himself gagging on the moss, for he had inhaled some of the foul-tasting stuff. He was rolling around on the floor and the liopleurodon was trying to keep him still enough so it could do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on him(his face was blue).
When Ceara woke, he felt as if there were a thousand needles plunging deep into his skin, each as big as a baseball bat, each as sharp as a razor blade. He felt as though he were going to vomit, so he did. Then he tried to clean up his vomit but that didn't go too well (he
vomited on the leaf he was trying to clean up his vomit with). A searing pain awoke in his thighs, and he remembered how horrible the experience was, being bitten by a liopleurodon.
He studied them for wounds, there were none. It was only then that he noticed his surroundings. He was in a large sunlit cave, the walls plastered with a strange writing that he did not understand. The floor beneath him was covered in thick mossy leaves much like the one he had tried to clean up his puke with. And then there was . . . "Whoa!"Ceara almost screamed. The liopleurodon was just feet away, flanks heaving, muscular fins still, eyes closed.
He scampered to the mouth of the cave, and, of all the things he had to step on it had to be a sea urchin. "EEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!" His scream echoed throughout the entire cave. He stuffed a claw full of moss in his mouth. He stared at the liopleurodon and prayed that it had not woken up. But a back fin twitched, the strong back arched and raised, the small, beady eyes opened and the gaping jaws lunged and the liopleurodon said hello. Shortly after, Ceara found himself gagging on the moss, for he had inhaled some of the foul-tasting stuff. He was rolling around on the floor and the liopleurodon was trying to keep him still enough so it could do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on him(his face was blue).
Falling for Eternity by Lelainna Dahl
Free falling, tumbling, crashing. Soaring through midair. The thought of the land looming in my mind. Crack goes my head. My last thoughts leak from my brain. Blood runs red on the pavement. Last thing I hear is sirens. That’s when I black out. Lights flick on and I see the gates. More lights and I hear a booming voice.
“You’re not worthy, you destroyed my work. You willingly flung yourself off that building.”
“I’m sorry, don’t throw me out!”
Falling again, my white fading to black. Everything darkening. Crash landing into the fiery depths of Hell. I now reside here for all eternity. Lost in darkness. Every mistake ever made resurfaces in my thoughts. All memories brought back to torture me. No longer am I free. Tied down by chains of regret and sorrow.
“You’re not worthy, you destroyed my work. You willingly flung yourself off that building.”
“I’m sorry, don’t throw me out!”
Falling again, my white fading to black. Everything darkening. Crash landing into the fiery depths of Hell. I now reside here for all eternity. Lost in darkness. Every mistake ever made resurfaces in my thoughts. All memories brought back to torture me. No longer am I free. Tied down by chains of regret and sorrow.
Words of Melody by Emily Firmston
Strategically mastered
Melodies, music to all ears
Poetry in words
Not the only song without notes
But the spirit of joy itself
Leaving if the music stops
But it’s not music
Is it?
They are sacred words
Allowing us to stay free
Melody, harmony
They have their ring
But that ring would dampen
If it weren’t for the words
Of magic
But they aren’t the singers
The singers are the writers
And the story gets passed on
Melodies, music to all ears
Poetry in words
Not the only song without notes
But the spirit of joy itself
Leaving if the music stops
But it’s not music
Is it?
They are sacred words
Allowing us to stay free
Melody, harmony
They have their ring
But that ring would dampen
If it weren’t for the words
Of magic
But they aren’t the singers
The singers are the writers
And the story gets passed on
Butterfly by Olivia Dicintio
Out from the cocoon
Destined to color the skies
Flying fee for life
Destined to color the skies
Flying fee for life
Daisy by Olivia Dicintio
Petals float downward
A girl whispers, “He loves me”
Blooms fall, land on grass
A girl whispers, “He loves me”
Blooms fall, land on grass
Novel Excerpt - Chapter 2 - CALIVER by Emma Train
As Kingston made his way down the path, he heard voices behind him.
At first they started off as whispers. "Hhhh! There he is .... Yeah, that's Kingston alright.... See that broken jaw? I wonder how he got it.... ?"
He was beginning to lose his patience. He whirled around to see his audience. He found himself staring at a spinosaurus, an ornitholestese and a ceratosaurus. They were all quite young, the oldest being the ceratosaurus, only 4 or 5 years of age. "Who are you kids?" he roared.
"I'm C. . .Caliver," the spinosaurus quavered. "This is Tongahorn, and this is Spike."
Tongahorn was the ornitholestese, Spike was the ceratosaurus and they were shaking. Literally shaking. They looked so excited that they were going to lose their lunch!
"We were wondering if you could teach us how to ... uuuumni.. . surf? Like you do? We're big fans. Maybe we could join you ?" stuttered the ceratosaurus. He looked up at Kingston and put on puppy eyes, claws clasped behind his back.
Tongahorn put on a goofy smile and tried to stand up straight, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eye twitching. He didn't seem very appealing and his breath reeked of fish.
"Well, you have to swim to be a surfer," said Kingston. "Can you swim?" he questioned.
Tongahorn seemed to be oblivious to the whole conversation, for he was staring into space, licking his eyeball. Spike grabbed Tongahorn by the scruff and slapped him in the forehead with his tail. The tiny ornitholestese stopped his staring and eyeball licking and scowled at Spike, his jaw sticking out slightly. Then he twirled around, kissed Caliver full on the lips, bounced over to Kingston and started to imitate him. If Kingston twitched the tip of his tail, Tongahorn twitched the tip of his tail. If Kingston scratched his back on a tree and ate a beetle, Tongahorn scratched his back on the same tree and ate the same type of beetle. Finally, Caliver trotted over and sat down right on top of Tongahorn's head. After Tongahorn let out two high -pitched yelps, Caliver stood up. At last, Kingston took the trio down to the beach. Spike kept complaining that the water was too cold, or that the spray was getting in his nose. Tongahorn was scared stiff. He just wouldn't go in the water. Eventually, they managed to persuade Caliver to get in the water. He went under almost immediately, and Kingston had to dive in and drag him back up.
At first they started off as whispers. "Hhhh! There he is .... Yeah, that's Kingston alright.... See that broken jaw? I wonder how he got it.... ?"
He was beginning to lose his patience. He whirled around to see his audience. He found himself staring at a spinosaurus, an ornitholestese and a ceratosaurus. They were all quite young, the oldest being the ceratosaurus, only 4 or 5 years of age. "Who are you kids?" he roared.
"I'm C. . .Caliver," the spinosaurus quavered. "This is Tongahorn, and this is Spike."
Tongahorn was the ornitholestese, Spike was the ceratosaurus and they were shaking. Literally shaking. They looked so excited that they were going to lose their lunch!
"We were wondering if you could teach us how to ... uuuumni.. . surf? Like you do? We're big fans. Maybe we could join you ?" stuttered the ceratosaurus. He looked up at Kingston and put on puppy eyes, claws clasped behind his back.
Tongahorn put on a goofy smile and tried to stand up straight, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eye twitching. He didn't seem very appealing and his breath reeked of fish.
"Well, you have to swim to be a surfer," said Kingston. "Can you swim?" he questioned.
Tongahorn seemed to be oblivious to the whole conversation, for he was staring into space, licking his eyeball. Spike grabbed Tongahorn by the scruff and slapped him in the forehead with his tail. The tiny ornitholestese stopped his staring and eyeball licking and scowled at Spike, his jaw sticking out slightly. Then he twirled around, kissed Caliver full on the lips, bounced over to Kingston and started to imitate him. If Kingston twitched the tip of his tail, Tongahorn twitched the tip of his tail. If Kingston scratched his back on a tree and ate a beetle, Tongahorn scratched his back on the same tree and ate the same type of beetle. Finally, Caliver trotted over and sat down right on top of Tongahorn's head. After Tongahorn let out two high -pitched yelps, Caliver stood up. At last, Kingston took the trio down to the beach. Spike kept complaining that the water was too cold, or that the spray was getting in his nose. Tongahorn was scared stiff. He just wouldn't go in the water. Eventually, they managed to persuade Caliver to get in the water. He went under almost immediately, and Kingston had to dive in and drag him back up.