Monologue

Fictitious (or not) rant:

I found the rock you gave me today, the one i picked up out of the lake water because of it’s vibrancy. I handed it to you and watched you caress it with your fingers, drying it. “It’s pretty, you said and handed it back to me. 

I was wading barefoot in the lake, not caring how wet the bottoms of my jeans became. I was puzzled by the way you couldn’t make eye contact with me the way you had at the beginning of the summer. I was terrified of what would happen when I reminded you I was leaving the next day.

I held the rock in my hands a while longer. It’s form was that of a misshapen heart and I kind of know how it must have felt. I reeled back my arm and was about to throw the stone as hard as I could when you stopped me. “Don’t,” you said. “We may be the only two people in the world to have ever touched that rock. It seems kind of special, doesn’t it?”

I paused with my hand hanging in the air, poised. I decided to keep it forever then and there.

I found it in my old jewellery box today sitting in a nest of tangled necklaces and mismatched earrings. I was about to throw it out my window when I paused the exact same way I had so many months before with my arm high above my head. This stone is all I have left of you. If I leave it just anywhere, someone else could pick it up or kick it with their shoe and the magic of sharing one tiny piece of myself with you would be gone forever.

So I put the stone down and there it sits on my lap as I write this. No doubt you have forgotten all about that day we spent at the lake and the way I almost threw away the heart-shaped stone. But while you sit at home celebrating her birthday, I can’t help but wonder if maybe you remember the words you said after I put the stone in my jeans pocket and smiled at you. 

“Don’t go”. 

Maybe if you had said those words sooner, everything would have been different. But this is how it is and while I know that one day I’m going to have to throw that old, worthless rock away for good, I think that for now, I’ll hold onto it a little bit longer. 

The Paradox of Loss – Poetry

i’m scared to step on a scale these days

because i know the number will be double what it once was.

my lungs are full with sobs

and my eyes are full of tears

and my heart is full of memories.

surely i must weigh more?

 

i haven’t eaten in three days

because there is a rock dragging the pit of my stomach

towards the tiled floor

and my heart sits near my kidney

too heavy to lift.

how many pounds does a heavy heart weigh?

 

i read somewhere that when you undergo huge trauma

your heart strings can snap

which apparently is quite serious;

you can die of a broken heart.

i think i already knew that though.

will your scale break under my weight one day?

 

and even though you’re gone 

you’re still standing right beside me on the scale.

even though you’re gone

you’re still weighing me down.

and i guess that’s the paradox

of loss. 

Time Travel – Poetry

i come from a land where people believe 

where friendship is sacred

where dreams are achieved.

 

i come from a land where magic still lives

where children still laugh

where neighbours still give.

 

i come from a land west of the spring moon

hear the howl of the wolf

hear the cry of the loon.

 

i come from a land where streams are still blue

where the sky is still clear

where grass is still new.

 

i come from a land that you can still share

feel the rush of the river

smell the clean of the air.

 

i come from a land your children may see

i come from the future;

i know not your reality.

Shelf of Supplements – Poetry

there is a shelf of supplements in my heart

where i store the little things

that keep me going without you:

the song you sung to me 

as we drove to the beach that one time,

the rock you gave me 

because you said

the colour matched my hair,

the lucky penny we found

while tripping over our own feet,

the tears i cried when you told me

we couldn’t go back in time,

the words i wrote in pen

that you probably threw away,

that time you said you loved me 

subtly, like a whisper,

the promises you gave away like spare change

only to blink and forget them,

and the moments when i’d look at you and think

“i love him more than i love myself”.

 

i keep these safe in the confines of my heart

until i’m finally able to let you go

and live my life drug-free. 

The Seamstress – Poetry

the seamstress

 

they said she was amazing 

with a needle and thread

she could mend any sweater

darn any sock

and the stitches would fit

seamlessly. 

she could undo any brokenness 

and fix any ties,

with the flick of her milky wrists

she was able to fix

what seemed to be 

the whole world.

he was a boy 

with a habit of carelessness 

and came to her often,

asking her if please

could she repair this?

she would sew his clothing

and each day long for his touch

and would wish she could sew

two people together.

but he was a boy

with a habit of carelessness

and when she unravelled 

no one could sew her together again.

In-Depth Article Sample (FAKE)

In-Depth Police Release Article

Friday, May 16, 2014

By Tara J. Henley

 THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE IS FICTITIOUS!!!! ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS HAVE BEEN MADE UP FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES AND DO NOT RELATE TO ANY REAL PEOPLE/ EVENTS!!!!

            Three local men have been charged with attempted robbery and attempted breaking and entering thanks to Belleville police constable, Dudley Fudbucker.

            Andy Clarke, Media Spokesperson for the Belleville Police has stated in a press conference this mourning that thirty-three year old Frank Quavers was arrested last night along with two of his accomplices, Thomas Kyte, forty-four and Lyle Louvin, forty-five. The three men were caught digging a tunnel in a building under renovation that is beside the Bank of Nova Scotia on Front Street. The tunnel leads almost all the way to the bank’s vault, and as far as police know, this operation had been taking place for several weeks.

            According to the official police release, Constable Fudbucker heard suspicious noises coming from the building under renovation late last night as he was walking back to his car while on his regular patrol.

“I had the feeling something was not right,” says Constable Dudley Fudbucker when asked to describe how he felt when he first heard the noises coming from a building that should have been empty. “I had a feeling like my spider senses [were] tingling”. Fudbucker says that the unusual sensation he felt intensified when he met up with Kyte, who was standing at the back of the building having a smoke. Kyte refused to answer any of Fudbucker’s questions adequately, so the constable called for backup.

Constables Janice Mackey and Alan Christer arrived on the scene shortly after that according to Fudbucker. “I have to credit Dudley,” Christer said earlier today. “That was terrific instincts on his part”. Christer then goes on to describe how Mackey and Fudbucker apprehended the other two men in the building, Quavers and Louvin, while he waited outside. Louvin, who was found in the tunnel, threatened Fudbucker with an electric drill before being subdued by the two officers, and is now facing additional charges.

Quavers, who is already known by police according to Clarke, worked for Tremblay Renovations, the renovating company in charge of the building’s restoration. It is unclear if any other members of Tremblay Renovations are involved with the heist, however police say that there are definitely more people involved.

“I’m devastated,” said Fred Tremblay, owner of Tremblay Renovations. Tremblay stated earlier that he had known Quavers for roughly a year, and was willing to hire him despite his past involving breaking and entering and small robbery. “You try and give a guy a break and this is what happens […] I’m a good guy in a horrible situation”.

Adrian Bax, the owner of the building under renovations, is also stunned. He claims the basement was not meant to be under renovation, and speculates the reason the heist went unnoticed for so long is because very few people had access to the basement.

Tony Donatucci, the overseer of the renovations is currently being questioned by the police, and had no comment.

Both Clarke and Fudbucker consider the tunnel to be “impressive”. “I’m six feet tall,” said Fudbucker when asked to describe the tunnel. “And I had to hunch, so I’d say the tunnel itself was about five feet tall, about eighteen feet long and (…) narrow”. Fudbucker speculates that the men charged were less than a week away from breaking into the bank’s vault.

Shirley Bassey in charge of the Bank of Nova Scotia’s Media Relations released a statement earlier today to assure the public that the bank is reviewing their current security situation.

Community Development Council of Quinte (CDC of Quinte)

Community Development Council of Quinte (CDC of Quinte)

Wednesday, May 13, 2014

By Tara J. Henley

 

What is it?

The Community Development Council of Quinte, or the CDC of Quinte, was founded in 1989. It is a non-profit, charitable organization that was designed as a means to promote provisions of health and social services as well as future planning for residents in the Quinte region.

 

 

What does it do?

This organization is supposed to assist residents of the Quinte region by providing them with life necessities such as water to grow their own garden plot, fresh fruits and vegetables and infant/ child supplies for new families. The CDC of Quite participates and promotes the development of a “grassroots community” that is of natural creation and supports the local party through regional volunteers. This organization aspires to developing a social planning process using a self-help approach to identifying and eventually resolving community issues brought up. This means that the region will become self-aware of occurring issues and act accordingly in order to resolve these issues as a community.

 

 

How is it funded?

Personal donations online are accepted on a regular basis. This is a non-profitable organization, so none of the money donated will go towards anything a donator is unaware of. By donating $1 per week, a person will be paying for water supply for one growing season for one garden plot, allowing a family to grow their own fresh vegetables. By donating $5 per week, a person will be paying for a monthly distribution for one large Good Food Box filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, most of which are locally grown, that is enough to feed a family of four. When someone donates $10 per week, it is enough to provide a weekly supply of diapers, baby food and cereal for one baby or infant. Personal donations are not the only way to support the CDC of Quinte, however; companies and organizations can host golf tournaments to sponsor the organization, as well as host baby food drives, donate baby items such as food and diapers and even donate gas cards for families struggling to afford the cost of commuting to jobs.

 

 

 

Why does it matter?

The Community Development Council of Quinte is designed for the sole purpose of helping those less fortunate. Local families who cannot afford the luxuries that middle or upper class families often take for granted are the beneficiaries of a donator’s money. Just one dollar every week makes a large difference in the lives of one family. Not only are local families positively affected, but also the local environment as well through the promotion of locally grown food through the CDC of Quinte. The overall well being of different families furthermore contributes to the overall well-being of the community in whole.

 

Contacts:

Office – 613-968-2466

Fax – 613-968-2251

65 Station St., Belleville, ON.

K8N 256

 

You can directly contact Ruth Ingersoll, Jim Mallabar and Bev Heuving on the CDC of Quinte’s official website under “About Us” and “Contact”. Here is a link:

http://cdcquinte.com/contact/