RIO's SUMMER E-ZINE!
POETRY AND ADVENTURE
RIO's Japanese Spring Party and Super Smash Bros. Tournament
Typewriter Poetry at CPL Central
Mirrors by RIO
Mirrors are reflections into our inner demons
Demons staring through windows
Rain in their eyes
Robes glistening
Mere reflection – shattering easily
Fake
Pretense
With light reflecting not what we want to see but instead
All the flaws
Reflecting back at me from every angle
Because I can’t avoid them
I may as well become them
Silver sheen – reflective of what…
exactly?
Of society, of course.
Because we really do live in a society
A society of monster all hiding from
The inevitable
The mirror breaks in my arms
Shattering light
While the everlasting
Lasts
No longer
Demons staring through windows
Rain in their eyes
Robes glistening
Mere reflection – shattering easily
Fake
Pretense
With light reflecting not what we want to see but instead
All the flaws
Reflecting back at me from every angle
Because I can’t avoid them
I may as well become them
Silver sheen – reflective of what…
exactly?
Of society, of course.
Because we really do live in a society
A society of monster all hiding from
The inevitable
The mirror breaks in my arms
Shattering light
While the everlasting
Lasts
No longer
Spring Camp Adventure Day - 2019
RADIO PLAY!!! The Essay by RIO Writing Club
Fortunately / Unfortunately by The AWCS Homeschool Novel Writing Class
Fortunately, I love grapes.
Unfortunately, all the grapes were sold at the store.
Fortunately, grape vines are easy to cultivate.
Unfortunately, I live somewhere where grapes are illegal.
Fortunately, I am a seasonal criminal.
Unfortunately, I am a bad gardener and could only grow tomatoes.
Fortunately, tomatoes aren’t illegal – so all good!
Fortunately, when I was being chased I knew I had an escape.
Unfortunately, my door was locked.
Fortunately, I had some keys.
Unfortunately, the keys were super moist and I couldn’t hold them.
Fortunately, I could get super thin and just slip under the door.
Unfortunately, I broke my existence while going under the door.
Fortunately, I’m still okay.
Fortunately, I won the lottery.
Unfortunately, I was mugged.
Fortunately, the mugger was an idiot.
Unfortunately, he took my credit card, driver’s license, and social insurance number.
Fortunately, his shoes were untied.
Unfortunately, he did not slip, and got away.
Fortunately, his laces were on fire and his shoes were burned to ash and I was able to catch him.
Fortunately, the bandits were going to let me live.
Unfortunately, I had to pay 100 bucks.
Fortunately, I had $10.05 in my pocket.
Unfortunately, it was in American money.
Fortunately, there was a bank around the corner.
Unfortunately, the bandits had already robbed the bank so I couldn’t pay up.
Fortunately, they made me join their gang, so now I get to be a cool bandit.
Fortunately, I was 210 years old.
Unfortunately, this meant I was close to dying.
Fortunately, I set the world record for oldest human.
Unfortunately, tomorrow was my next birthday.
Fortunately, the doctor predicted I would live through it.
Unfortunately, I decided that was also the day I’d go sky diving.
THE END
Unfortunately, all the grapes were sold at the store.
Fortunately, grape vines are easy to cultivate.
Unfortunately, I live somewhere where grapes are illegal.
Fortunately, I am a seasonal criminal.
Unfortunately, I am a bad gardener and could only grow tomatoes.
Fortunately, tomatoes aren’t illegal – so all good!
Fortunately, when I was being chased I knew I had an escape.
Unfortunately, my door was locked.
Fortunately, I had some keys.
Unfortunately, the keys were super moist and I couldn’t hold them.
Fortunately, I could get super thin and just slip under the door.
Unfortunately, I broke my existence while going under the door.
Fortunately, I’m still okay.
Fortunately, I won the lottery.
Unfortunately, I was mugged.
Fortunately, the mugger was an idiot.
Unfortunately, he took my credit card, driver’s license, and social insurance number.
Fortunately, his shoes were untied.
Unfortunately, he did not slip, and got away.
Fortunately, his laces were on fire and his shoes were burned to ash and I was able to catch him.
Fortunately, the bandits were going to let me live.
Unfortunately, I had to pay 100 bucks.
Fortunately, I had $10.05 in my pocket.
Unfortunately, it was in American money.
Fortunately, there was a bank around the corner.
Unfortunately, the bandits had already robbed the bank so I couldn’t pay up.
Fortunately, they made me join their gang, so now I get to be a cool bandit.
Fortunately, I was 210 years old.
Unfortunately, this meant I was close to dying.
Fortunately, I set the world record for oldest human.
Unfortunately, tomorrow was my next birthday.
Fortunately, the doctor predicted I would live through it.
Unfortunately, I decided that was also the day I’d go sky diving.
THE END
Our outing to Captain Marvel
Cowboy Country by Krysia Denys
The youthful cowboy with a face like a drop of honey in the milky dawn rode his horse (the horse's name is Jess, this one become important later) down to the watering hole trying to get away from his overbearing parents and their plans to get him and his twin sister married off to their cousin's before the dry season started again. Indeed he would rather be accompanied by one of the farm hands Pete or Bucky, or even his sister Marley, but plans were plans. Marley was being fitted with a wedding gown and the farm hands were busy preparing hay. The man sighed. All of a sudden the cowboy’s hat flew off, followed closely by him. A glow of bright blue lights lifted him off of his horse and dropped him in front of the old barn from 16 feet away. He was a simple dude and uneducated in scientific matters and he assumed that the glow was a sign from God. Marley, his sister, didn't believe there was a god, but the young cowboy definitely believed. What else could that light be? The cowboy returned home after conversing with the blue glow for an hour or so. He replayed the conversation in his head: “Are you God?” “Hi. No I'm Jess. Common misunderstanding.” “Your name is Jess? Like my horse?” “That's awkward. Yeah, I guess.” “Wanna chat?” “Huh, okay.” “Sorry, was that too forward?” “Err, not really. I'm a mystery force that doesn't talk too often.” They went back and forth like that until Jess abruptly cut off. None of the Cowboys problems were solved yet but hey it's Canada, so there was no real conflict either.
AWCS Youth Program's Youth of Distinction Finalist
The Rogue Poets
The Rogue Poets emigrated from Pluto when the annual Inter-universal Poetry Performance (IPP) became entirely too political. They knew Pluto would never be recognized as a planet, and set out. After creating sloppy and malfunctioning human forms, they have performed millions of times across the galaxy and the globe. They are one day going to take over the world – they ARE. The Rogue Poets, long ago mad basement dwellers, currently reside at the Alexandra Writers’ Centre Society.
The Origins of Easter by Krysia Denys
“Oh Sh-!” The man in the black sedan screamed as he felt his wheels getting over an unintended speed bump. He quickly got out of the car, and to his utmost horror, realize that the speed bump was in fact a large hair about the size of a Labradoodle, and now evidently dead. Right in time for Easter too - and he's only just finished reciting his sins at church. What a nuisance. Defeated, he got back in the car, leaving the rather large piece of roadkill behind.
The piece of roadkill opened its eyes.
Taryn had always enjoyed being bringing strange things home from the outdoors. She had a knack for finding cursed-looking doll heads, ancient sandals, and the odd purple toad or angry Tasmanian devil. Her mother, a busy woman with no real plans, had learned to accept her six-year-old’s unusual hobbies. She didn't even look up when Taryn announced she’d found a special stuffy.
Perhaps that was a mistake.
As any self-respecting six-year-old would, Taryn managed to spill some glitter and orange juice and unidentified blue slime on her new toy that same day. She fed it from her secret chocolate stash, fascinated by its appetite. “Mommy, look! All the feed-me dolls are stupid! I want bunny cuz he actually eats.” She was inconsolable when the toy disappeared a few days later. He'd been growing bigger too! Why did Mommy always throw the fun things away? Meanwhile bunny searched for the man in the black sedan, calmly. He would drop chocolate gifts at any house that didn't shelter his killer, but the day he met the man there would be bloodshed - and then he’d return to the house where he'd known love, because chocolate was nice.
He still searches
The piece of roadkill opened its eyes.
Taryn had always enjoyed being bringing strange things home from the outdoors. She had a knack for finding cursed-looking doll heads, ancient sandals, and the odd purple toad or angry Tasmanian devil. Her mother, a busy woman with no real plans, had learned to accept her six-year-old’s unusual hobbies. She didn't even look up when Taryn announced she’d found a special stuffy.
Perhaps that was a mistake.
As any self-respecting six-year-old would, Taryn managed to spill some glitter and orange juice and unidentified blue slime on her new toy that same day. She fed it from her secret chocolate stash, fascinated by its appetite. “Mommy, look! All the feed-me dolls are stupid! I want bunny cuz he actually eats.” She was inconsolable when the toy disappeared a few days later. He'd been growing bigger too! Why did Mommy always throw the fun things away? Meanwhile bunny searched for the man in the black sedan, calmly. He would drop chocolate gifts at any house that didn't shelter his killer, but the day he met the man there would be bloodshed - and then he’d return to the house where he'd known love, because chocolate was nice.
He still searches
Art Art Art!
Fold and Pass
Stories on a Train (inspired by the New Yorker)
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