Bookmarks on Etsy by Samantha Lozinski

I just recently finished reading “It's not summer without you”!. (Btw I was SCREAMING at the ending!!!! Or more like just bouncing up and down, and trying to hold in my screams, because it was late at night.)

But anyway, if you do not have Etsy, I really recommend you get it, because the first thing you have to do is Search up “The Summer I Turned Pretty!!!!” Just to show you why, here are some of my favorite items that I will definitely be buying!

These bookmarks have a couple different options, which I love. My favorite one is probably the tan one that says “Cousins Beach” with a seashell. 

(Btw, when it says $5.17, it means $5.17 for one bookmark. This is not a set. You put which one you want in the personalization.)

Check Out The Rest of the “It’s Not Summer Without You/The Summer I Turned Pretty” on Etsy here.

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"Moon Story" by Amelia Pearson

The moon sits high in the sky

Perfect crescent and, perfect smile

A glow in the night

But no one’s around to see him, so he lets the clouds take control

And crys tears of misery as it gets cold

But everyone in there homes, falls asleep to the sound of the moon storm

The sun burns bright in the sky

Perfect gleam, extra shine

Sets fire to the night and changes it to day

But no one can look at her, so she lets the clouds take control

But little does she know that everyone loves her so

And sitting in there homes they wait for her to appear again

So the rain is there for quite sometime

Until a small girl goes outside

She whispers a greeting to the moon

Asking if he’ll be back soon

And while she waits for a response

she sings of love to the sun

Letting her know that they all want her back again

And maybe the moon will appear again

Or maybe he won’t

And maybe the sun will shine bright

Or maybe she’ll disappear

But the whole world heard the little girl

And now they know

That you should never look down on someone that you don’t even know

Two Sentence Horror Stories (TSHS) by Mae Schnable

The Call

“I just got a call, Carol is dead,” I said gravely, my mind not fully adjusted to the news.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe someone would shoot Carol.” He said as his eyes dropped to the floor, unable to connect with mine. 

(she never said she was shot)

The Grade

“Your grade was the lowest this time, you know what that means.”

I swallow, lowered my head, and began to walk over to the organ removal center. 

(organs are being used as meat, meat has different grades)

"Writer's Block" by Madison Makita

Writer’s Block

By Madison Makita


I tap my fingers against the table

And listen to the sound

The writer’s block was getting fatal

Not a word to be found

I was losing brain cells by the second

Everything sounded so cliche

I would never get anywhere I reckoned

Even if I sat here all day


Hope was lost

The last ounce of intelligence tossed

Out the window

Goodbye



"The Climb" by Samantha Lozinski

THE CLIMB

Holding on. 

hating how some of the holds feel

But holding on

because you know the satisfaction of getting past a hard part

So you hold on

focusing on what is ahead of you

Holding on

you might get scrapes

But you hold on anyways

you might get rips on your hands

But you hold on, ignoring the sting

there will be sweat

But you hold on

feeling like you will slip off

But you hold on

gripping harder

Holding on