Month: May 2013

Help Us Get to 150 Likes

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We are trying to get to 150 likes on Facebook by tomorrow, so if you could like our page, I would be extremely grateful! https://www.facebook.com/CforTMagazine

Thank you!

Alex 🙂

Make a Collage This Summer!!

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Make a Collage This Summer!!

This is a picture of the collage I am working on. It isn’t finished yet, but it is a lot of fun to make!

1. Collect old magazines and newspapers. Have your friends save some for you!

2. Go through and cut out all of the images, letters, and words that you like.

3. Go buy a poster board. You can cut it into a shape like I did. For example, I cut mine into a heart to represent that the collage is of some of my favorite things.

4. Trim what you cut out.

5. Use glue, glue sticks, tape, and/or a stapler to put what you cut out onto your board.

6. Send pictures of your collage to Courage for Tomorrow so we can see it!

Have fun!
-Alex

Fandom Girl

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I am part of the Homeless Network
I fight with Iron Man and hunt with the Winchester’s
I dance with the Doctor and read with Hermione
I live a thousand lives through yellowed pages
I sing a thousand songs, paint a thousand pictures.
 
I am a 15-year old girl
who lives her life through fantasy
because the reality is too boring
too plain
too painful
 
I am a 15-year old girl
who lives her life online
because her whole life she has been
a freak
a weirdo
 
I was bullied for my habits
insulted for my looks
laughed at for my emotions
excluded for my beliefs
judged and hit and hurt in every kind of way
 
So I retreated, I reversed
into a world that was my own
until I realised…
 
I was not alone
 
I am an internet child
a fandom teen
a broken bird with healing wings
I am introverted, I am awkward
but my friendships span oceans, scale mountains, jump hills
I have found my home and I am happy
 
But people still laugh at me, knowing fiction is my life
knowing relationships mean nothing to me
knowing I would rather read a book
than drink myself into a stupor
And yet, I am ok
 
Because the Doctor taught me that everyone is important
Sherlock taught me to notice, to see the good in people
The Avengers taught me that friends are important when you’re trying to change the world
and Harry Potter taught me that heroes can be found in unlikely places
 
fandoms have taught me to love and forgive
to say things with a smile because “this too shall pass”
and “there will peace when you are done”
and no matter how much my pain demands to be felt
I will triumph over it with help from my friends
because Supernatural taught me that family don’t end with blood
 
I am an internet child
and a fandom teen
and I am finally happy.
-Jenni

Television: Pros and Cons

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I have been reluctant to add “watch movies” and “watch television” to the list of summer activities that we posted earlier this month because I am a big fan in staying active. That does not necessarily mean that doing these things are bad, however. If you are staying healthy and active, and you make sure to get some sunlight, then I do not see how watching television programs and movies are negative. Some content is negative, though, so make sure to check the content of the things you watch before you watch them. 

Sometimes, stories and lessons that are imperative to know in life can be learned through television programs, too. The poem that I am going to post directly after this gives an example of how fiction can comfort people as they go through difficult times. 

What are some of your favorite television shows and movies? My top three favorite television shows are The Vampire Diaries, Sherlock, and Veronica Mars. My top three favorite movies are Pride and Prejudice, Peter Pan, and Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End. Share in the comments below!

-Alex

A Year of Tragedies

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Once more, we come to send positive thoughts and support to a city in need: Moore, Oklahoma was severely impacted by an EF-4 or EF-5 tornado last night. An EF-5 tornado, if you were unaware, is the most powerful tornado on the scale. Homes were lost, as well as lives. The country comes together once more to help and support the victims of a tragedy, not one caused by guns or bombs, but one caused by the most powerful force: nature. Please continue to send happy thoughts and/or prayers to these people who have lost both replaceable and irreplaceable parts of their lives. If you are looking for a way to help the victims, please do so through the American Red Cross.

http://www.redcross.org/

-With hope,

The Courage for Tomorrow Team

Words

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Words by Rachel M. Shields

May 1, 2012

Words jumble through my head,

Mixing into stories

Pouring out my thoughts

In languages unknown.

Whispers of what was

And what will be

List through my head,

Flying into fears.

Well-spoken speeches

Break into letters,

Addressing only one,

The listener who understands.

My Friend the Rain

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My Friend the Rain by Rachel M. Shields

Monday, March 19, 2012

The rain, soft and subtle

Pounding, thudding, thumping, sounding on my window

Creates a soft melody,

A melody soft and sweet.

The glass glistens from the wet droplets hanging from it.

The soulful beating of the gentle rain

Often sings me into a silent sleep.

The cool breeze it brings lingers for a while to sing,

Whistling through the trees.

Staying, staying, to remind me

Of the way it washes over me,

Refreshing me

As it dances across my rooftop without a stop.

It sings, “dada dum dada dee,”

And I hurry off with glee.

I grab my coat by the door and rush into the rain.

The rain kisses my cheeks and my hair, and suddenly, suddenly, I stop and stare,

Staring up into the sky, hoping the day won’t pass by

Without giving me a chance to dance with the rain.

The wind, quiet and sure, whips my hair around my face,

Making me laugh and laugh and laugh.

The rain can stay all day to play.

So I run back inside and fix my eyes

On the water droplets on my window, sliding across the glass.

Transfixed, I glue my face to the window,

Watching the rain run down in rivulets.

It can stay as long as it likes, I won’t mind.

The rain will be my friend until my life ends.

If it has to leave,

I won’t cry, but I’ll simply say good-bye,

Wishing it a nice day and thanking it for its quick stay.

The thudding, thumping, pounding, and sounding will go away,

But it will come visit me another day, and then we’ll play.

I’ll walk away with a smile on my face,

Waving to the rain as it dances away.