My all time favorite sport is soccer. My personal favorite player in soccer is Lionel Messi. Messi is an incredible player, winning countless awards and breaking bountiful records. A Bal'on Dor is the greatest award you can win in the sport. It is the award for the leading soccer player in the world. Lionel Messi has won five Bal'on Dors, which is a world record. He has won 15 golden boot awards( top scorer award ), 3 best player in Europe awards, 4 champion league titles, 8 Spanish champion awards, 4 Spanish cup titles, 7 Spanish super cup titles, 1 olympic gold medal, 3 FIFA club World Cup titles, 3 UIFA super cup titles, 3 player of the year awards, and innumerable records broken.
Despite the amazement he portrays on the pitch, he is a good man off it. Unlike many sport super stars, Lionel Messi is a good person. He is very friendly to disabled, poor and is a children's activist. He has a wife Antonella Roccuzzo and two kids Thiago Messi and Mateo Messi. Messi is also a Catholic, making the sign of the cross after he scores.
Lionel Messi is from Rosario Argentina and grew up in a poor family. He was a spectacular soccer player as a child but was very small for his age. He was later diagnosed with hormone-indeficiency and his family couldn't afford the treatment. If he did not get the treatment he would be unable to play soccer again. Luckily a FC Barcelona agent spotted Messi playing and offered to pay for his treatment if Lionel Messi would come and train in Barcelona. Lionel's family and he agreed and Messi moved to Barcelona at the age of 13. Lionel soon became a tremendous soccer player and started for FC Barcelona at the age of 17 in 2005. He broke his first record for the youngest player to score a goal for the Franchise in May 1, 2005.
Messi plays for the Argentinean national team and FC Barcelona. For Barcelona, Messi has won multifarious awards, about 80% of the awards he's gained are for the Spanish club. On Argentina
he hasn't won as many trophies and awards as he has for FC Barcelona, but if Argentina didn't have Messi, they would be nowhere. Messi is the captain of the Argentinean national team and has lead them to various tournaments. In 2014, he escorted Argentina to the World Cup final. Yet the finale
had a bitter end, when Argentina was defeated by Germany. Lionel Messi still was granted the player of the tournament, but was torn by the loss. A year later in 2015 Messi conducted the national team to yet another Copa America final. Messi was unbelievable and earned the player of the tournament and racked up the most assists and was the second to the top goal scorer. Unfortunately, once again Argentina lost in the championship game to Chile. It was a frustrating loss, for Argentina was clearly the better side, but lost in a penalty-shoot-out.
Another loss in a championship game was too much for the star. Shortly after the game Messi
retired from the Argentinean national team. This made Argentina fans really notice how much they
needed Messi. After Messi's departure, Argentina lost frequently and they did not look like the team
they were a month ago. Messi, however returned to his national team and they won seven games.
Lionel Messi continues to be awesome for Fc Barcelona. He currently has banged in 639 goals
for his club and country and over 200 assists.
Another reason I look up to Messi is his selflessness. Messi is not just a player who scores goals, he creates and sets up many plays and scoring opportunities for his teammates. His rival at the present is Cristiano Ronaldo. Ronaldo is definitely a show man, and when he sores, he points to the
back of his jersey while Messi holds up his team's logo, and thanks God. As it was said in the Miracle on Ice ( a hockey movie ), " The name on the front of your shirt is a hell of a lot more important than the one on the back. "
In my point of view, Messi is the best soccer player in all of the sport's history. Many people will
say he's not as great as the legends Diego Maradona and Pele, but I believe Messi is the greater. Lionel Messi has won more personal awards, and has the more important records like the most Bal'On Dors. Pele and Maradona have won World Cups, but winning the World Cup doesn't depend on one individual but a team effort. If you watch videos of Pele vs Messi, the modern defense is much more developed than the defense way back in Pele's time. Adding on to that Messi gets past more players and he is quite a bit better shooter than Pele and Maradona. In conclusion, Lionel
Messi is the superior soccer player to walk this Earth.
Top 10 Messi goals
Friday, December 16, 2016
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Sleep Tight
It's Dark
No place to go
No place to hide
No place to run
When it's dark you are scared
You can't move
You can't see
But then you see it,
You see the light
You see a dot at first
But then it's big
It's humongous
Then it disappears.
Out
Of
Sight
In
The
Darkness
Of
The
Night...
No place to go
No place to hide
No place to run
When it's dark you are scared
You can't move
You can't see
But then you see it,
You see the light
You see a dot at first
But then it's big
It's humongous
Then it disappears.
Out
Of
Sight
In
The
Darkness
Of
The
Night...
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
I don't.
What was it like?
You and I?
All I could catch was the sand.
Everything is tucked
in the corner of my mind.
The one you can't reach.
I see letters and syllables,
Faces and places,
But none of them fit together.
I may see a scene,
but not the people.
I match them in,
and see what works.
But none of them fit together.
Voices constantly changing,
I try pitches high and low.
But none of them fit together.
Then you...
You filled in the void,
I see all faces,
hear all voices,
and know all the words.
And I remember the day,
you and I,
that we spent on the beach.
My Personal Mascot
My personal mascot would be a hippo, but not just any hippo. It would have minuscule wings on its back. The hippo portion would be elephantine. The wings would be the size of the pair on a baby robin. It wouldn't have teeth. On the end of its tongue there would be a teensy-weensy frog. To eat, it would stick out its tongue and the frog would nibble the food.
One of its main features would be the warts on its body. Well, I guess they aren't warts, they are more like fish that are stuck to its body. They would flop around and polish the hippo. Its tail would be the same as the one on a ten ton hump back whale. It would be covered in barnicals and would swing up and down thumping people on the head. This is the best part. Its head can turn all the way around like an owl's head. It would live in the desert and could run 60 miles per hour.
It would be called a tonguehippopotamusavesranapiscibuscetusherbadorsumadstrutiones.
One of its main features would be the warts on its body. Well, I guess they aren't warts, they are more like fish that are stuck to its body. They would flop around and polish the hippo. Its tail would be the same as the one on a ten ton hump back whale. It would be covered in barnicals and would swing up and down thumping people on the head. This is the best part. Its head can turn all the way around like an owl's head. It would live in the desert and could run 60 miles per hour.
It would be called a tonguehippopotamusavesranapiscibuscetusherbadorsumadstrutiones.
Cozzzzzzzzy
I sit before the warm crackling fire. It is only about four-o-clock, but somehow the sun has almost set. December weather brings the temperature to 11° Fahrenheit.
A blanket covers my legs, and my dog curls up in my lap. The rest of my family sits nearby.
Our tall and bushy tree is in the corner of the room. I squint at it, and slowly turn my head to make the lights glimmer. Ornaments cover every branch.
A ceramic cup sits on the table; I think I can smell the sweet chocolate scent it gives. Grabbing it slowly, I bring the cup to my mouth, sucking up all the marshmallows. Mom gives me a weary look, but I don't stop.
As I sit warmth spreads throughout me, like a tree spreading its branches. Then all thoughts slip from me and I am lost. The fire is the last thing I see before my eyes flutter shut.
A blanket covers my legs, and my dog curls up in my lap. The rest of my family sits nearby.
Our tall and bushy tree is in the corner of the room. I squint at it, and slowly turn my head to make the lights glimmer. Ornaments cover every branch.
A ceramic cup sits on the table; I think I can smell the sweet chocolate scent it gives. Grabbing it slowly, I bring the cup to my mouth, sucking up all the marshmallows. Mom gives me a weary look, but I don't stop.
As I sit warmth spreads throughout me, like a tree spreading its branches. Then all thoughts slip from me and I am lost. The fire is the last thing I see before my eyes flutter shut.
A Day In November With You
Do you remember? I do
A day in November
As the frost nipped our faces
Our words were lost in the evening air
And our breath made rippling shadows on the
ground at our feet
The air around us was cold and harsh
But I felt warm
Our feet crunched on the fresh snow on the ground
But I felt warm
Then the sun went over the mountains
And the light receded from view
We parted ways
And I felt cold
Social constructs
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Practicing With Photos
Friday, December 9, 2016
The Beast
She was running, looking back every now and then, trying to get away. The beast that had taken her father's life was now after her. Trying not to think of that, she turned suddenly and the vile thing crashed against her sword. It sunk onto the warm mud. The feeling of triumph overwhelmed her.
The Haters :(
They look at me strangely
They mimick me at lunch
They hurt my feelings
And they truly show me
How cruel one can be.
But I sit up straight
Put a smile on my face
Ignore the hate
And I show them
That nobody will bring me down.
I am immune
I am fearless
I am strong
I am confident
And I know that the haters want to be
just like me.
They mimick me at lunch
They hurt my feelings
And they truly show me
How cruel one can be.
But I sit up straight
Put a smile on my face
Ignore the hate
And I show them
That nobody will bring me down.
I am immune
I am fearless
I am strong
I am confident
And I know that the haters want to be
just like me.
Monday, December 5, 2016
Annador, Chapter two
The guard grasped her arm with an iron grip, which far increased the pain that seared through her body. Down a dimly lit hallway he dragged her, to a staircase. The steps were crafted of the same, rough cement as her cell, and the thought of climbing them made Willow cringe. The guard could not read minds, which came as no surprise, especially after he turned his pale face to Willow and said one word.
"Up."
His pink lips parted, revealing slightly yellowed teeth, some of which were crooked or chipped. With his hand still gripping her forearm, Willow had no choice but to oblige. With a hesitant step, she lifted her bare foot and placed it on the first step. The cement was cold and hard, the rough texture made her wince. The guard also began to ascend, and pulled his young companion behind him on a leash fashioned from his arm, firmly attached to hers.
Up they went, Willow pausing to push her long, coppery hair out of her green eyes. They were round, and her emotions rippled across them like water. Blinking, she followed the guard. The staircase was not long. They walked only for a small time, until the guard stopped at a huge, metal door. Willow did not see hinges, so she guessed it would slide into the wall. The man reached his free hand to a silver keypad which featured both numbers and letters. With a thick, fleshy finger, he quickly typed something in, and, as Willow had predicted, the door slid into the wall.
The first thing Willow noticed was the smell. It was not a bad smell, just the incredibly strong scent of burning wood. She was in a tiny brick room, but the cement floor was covered in black soot, ash, and sand. Even the walls were streaked with soot. There was an opening in the wall in front of her, big enough for even her guard to fit through, if he bent over. In fact, that is exactly what he did. He bent, and shuffled through the opening, pulling Willow so quickly, she almost smacked her face on the brick before ducking into the opening.
Now the two people were in a significantly larger room, with stainless steel countertops, huge, rectangular sinks, ovens, and cooktops. Looking back, Willow saw that the small gap which she had come through was actually a fireplace. The design was actually brilliant, she realized. If a prisoner were to escape their cell, the fire could be lit, and there was an iron grate which could be locked onto the opening of the wall. A rough shove from the guard jerked her back to reality, though, and she realized that if she ever tried to escape, those treatments would be used for her.
With a frown, she followed the guard out of the kitchen, and down another hallway, to a vast room, with marble floors. Huge windows allowed light to pour in, soaking everything with light. Beautiful paintings adorned the walls, and on the far side of the room sat three thrones.
The middle throne was obviously for the king. It was taller than the rest, and lush red cushions padded the seat and back rest, while the other two were significantly smaller, and wore blue silk, not red. Perhaps before her wedding had been interrupted, the sight would have amazed her, but now, she simply scowled. This was the throne room of her worst enemy, the king of Ondalasia, and all the gold in the world couldn't make her forgive this man.
Suddenly, the pressure on her arm ceased, and she looked to her guard. He stood stiff, with his arms at his sides. The man's small, round eyes were fixed on the other side of the room, and Willow followed his gaze. A tall man with a proud posture strutted into the room. He wore a fine suit, and a golden crown rested on his graying hair. The man looked to be in his latter forties, still healthy, but beginning the descent of old age. He scowled up at the windows, and reached for a bell on a small table near the thrones. He picked it up, and rang it.
A crisp echo flowed into the room, and a few seconds later, so did a maid. She burst through the doors which he had come, and curtsied in front of the king.
"You rang, sir?" Her voice was clear and sweet, and Willow thought it matched her golden hair and blue eyes well.
"These curtains were to be closed, I told you! The sun will ruin the furniture! Why are they open now, girl?" The king roared, his brown eyes glaring down at the maid. She nodded, and scuttled to the windows like a frightened animal. Reaching up to a golden rope, she tugged it, and red curtains slid over the light, adopting a warm glow. Then, she turned, and looked at me. Her eyes widened, and then her surprised expression turned to one of sadness and pity.
“Laura! Have I asked you to stay?” The king bellowed, and she winced.
“Um, it's Laurel, sir, and I was just leaving.” She walked briskly towards the door, but cast a final glance in my direction. After she left, and the door clicked shut behind her, the king, too turned his gaze to me.
Self-conscious, I pulled my tattered dress a little, trying to cover myself more, and as he spoke, his voice was smooth, and cold, like a snake sliding through the brush, ready to strike at any moment.
“Well, hello, Willow.”
"Up."
His pink lips parted, revealing slightly yellowed teeth, some of which were crooked or chipped. With his hand still gripping her forearm, Willow had no choice but to oblige. With a hesitant step, she lifted her bare foot and placed it on the first step. The cement was cold and hard, the rough texture made her wince. The guard also began to ascend, and pulled his young companion behind him on a leash fashioned from his arm, firmly attached to hers.
Up they went, Willow pausing to push her long, coppery hair out of her green eyes. They were round, and her emotions rippled across them like water. Blinking, she followed the guard. The staircase was not long. They walked only for a small time, until the guard stopped at a huge, metal door. Willow did not see hinges, so she guessed it would slide into the wall. The man reached his free hand to a silver keypad which featured both numbers and letters. With a thick, fleshy finger, he quickly typed something in, and, as Willow had predicted, the door slid into the wall.
The first thing Willow noticed was the smell. It was not a bad smell, just the incredibly strong scent of burning wood. She was in a tiny brick room, but the cement floor was covered in black soot, ash, and sand. Even the walls were streaked with soot. There was an opening in the wall in front of her, big enough for even her guard to fit through, if he bent over. In fact, that is exactly what he did. He bent, and shuffled through the opening, pulling Willow so quickly, she almost smacked her face on the brick before ducking into the opening.
Now the two people were in a significantly larger room, with stainless steel countertops, huge, rectangular sinks, ovens, and cooktops. Looking back, Willow saw that the small gap which she had come through was actually a fireplace. The design was actually brilliant, she realized. If a prisoner were to escape their cell, the fire could be lit, and there was an iron grate which could be locked onto the opening of the wall. A rough shove from the guard jerked her back to reality, though, and she realized that if she ever tried to escape, those treatments would be used for her.
With a frown, she followed the guard out of the kitchen, and down another hallway, to a vast room, with marble floors. Huge windows allowed light to pour in, soaking everything with light. Beautiful paintings adorned the walls, and on the far side of the room sat three thrones.
The middle throne was obviously for the king. It was taller than the rest, and lush red cushions padded the seat and back rest, while the other two were significantly smaller, and wore blue silk, not red. Perhaps before her wedding had been interrupted, the sight would have amazed her, but now, she simply scowled. This was the throne room of her worst enemy, the king of Ondalasia, and all the gold in the world couldn't make her forgive this man.
Suddenly, the pressure on her arm ceased, and she looked to her guard. He stood stiff, with his arms at his sides. The man's small, round eyes were fixed on the other side of the room, and Willow followed his gaze. A tall man with a proud posture strutted into the room. He wore a fine suit, and a golden crown rested on his graying hair. The man looked to be in his latter forties, still healthy, but beginning the descent of old age. He scowled up at the windows, and reached for a bell on a small table near the thrones. He picked it up, and rang it.
A crisp echo flowed into the room, and a few seconds later, so did a maid. She burst through the doors which he had come, and curtsied in front of the king.
"You rang, sir?" Her voice was clear and sweet, and Willow thought it matched her golden hair and blue eyes well.
"These curtains were to be closed, I told you! The sun will ruin the furniture! Why are they open now, girl?" The king roared, his brown eyes glaring down at the maid. She nodded, and scuttled to the windows like a frightened animal. Reaching up to a golden rope, she tugged it, and red curtains slid over the light, adopting a warm glow. Then, she turned, and looked at me. Her eyes widened, and then her surprised expression turned to one of sadness and pity.
“Laura! Have I asked you to stay?” The king bellowed, and she winced.
“Um, it's Laurel, sir, and I was just leaving.” She walked briskly towards the door, but cast a final glance in my direction. After she left, and the door clicked shut behind her, the king, too turned his gaze to me.
Self-conscious, I pulled my tattered dress a little, trying to cover myself more, and as he spoke, his voice was smooth, and cold, like a snake sliding through the brush, ready to strike at any moment.
“Well, hello, Willow.”
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Books
Books
Fun to read in little nooks
Including everything from rooks to cooks
But so much more is to be found inside
If only one person would open their eyes
And look inside the book
You can’t just ignore them
Or give them a once-over
Since
You never can judge a book by its cover
Boats
Boats
They can be used to cross moats
Or tote luggage across the sea
Or used by refugees to flee
To fight in the night
And whence comes morn
They can be used to win the war
Boats
Most can float
And if they don't
They won’t be used
Merely as pieces of art over which people muse
Boats
Now on the news
Scared people think
That they will sink and forever be lost in the drink
Boats
I like boats the most
The best thing since before toast
Friday, November 18, 2016
Death
Resting silently on such a peaceful day
But then suddenly the shelf gave way
Down with a crash
The bowl was smashed
Together this moment was the last they would spend
But neither would say this was finally the end
In their last moments they said their goodbyes
But no one could stop them from closing their eyes
A Memorial For Fred and George the Goldfishes
Sadie Peterson
Sadie Peterson
The sound of my vintage alarm clock pulls me out of a deep slumber. The pale moonlight shines through my window. The clock reads 5:48 and I know I am late. If I don't hurry, I won't make it in time. I snap my fingers and the lights click on. I walk over to my wardrobe and it opens with a creak. Although most of my world’s appliances are controlled by the mind, I prefer the old lifestyle. I had read about it in school and ever since, I have been envious of the way of life in 2016. I select a dark pair of jeans, a white tank top, a warm tan cardigan, a matching wool hat, and a pair of light tan fuzzy boots. I comb my hair and put it in the usual French braid. I put in my contacts, grab a small watch, a tiny replica of the door key, and a retractable flashlight. Everyone is sleeping so I decide to leave from the window. The crisp morning air rushes into my bedroom as I open it. I shimmy down the gutter, dangling fifteen feet above the ground. The crunch of leaves under my feet makes the morning darkness a little less eerie.
Soon, I hear the waves crashing against the rocks. The tide was almost in; if I don’t hurry I will miss my chance. This chance only comes once a month, only when the moon is full. I break out into a run and don't slow until my feet touch the sand. The moon will be bright enough for me to see it, so I don't have to take out my flashlight. I trudge along the beach to the grey rocks as I pull out my watch to check the time. It reads 5:57 A.M. Three minutes until I can get in. I slip my cardigan off and fold it. Carefully, I place it, along with my jeans, socks, and boots, in a cove that the water never licks. The water is cool as it creeps from my toes to my ankles. After taking a few more steps I dive into another universe. A rush of ice cold liquid splashes over my face as I am entangled in what seems like another world.
It is dark so I flick on my flashlight. A whole new sense of beauty is revealed to me. I want to stay and watch, but I have to keep moving or I'll miss it. Swimming has made me feel free for as long as I can remember, but due to the circumstances I live under I don't get to do it often. I swim for two minutes before surfacing. I don't think, just swim. Memories are hard for me and that is why I only remember once a month. The rest of the time I try not to think about the past. I don't feel guilty shutting my memories out, but I have to let them in once in awhile. Finally, air wraps around my head. A shiver runs down my spine as a pull out my watch. I stare at it, waiting for it to change to 6:00 A.M. It changes and I spring into action. At this exact moment the tide is just right for me to find it. I take a deep breath and dive. I swim down and finally up again. I don't know exactly where I will surface but I am hoping it won't be in the jagged rocks above my head. My lungs burn and I swim faster. At last I am engulfed in fresh air. The darkness covers my eyes like eyelids, for the moon is not present in my safe place. It is nothing magical, just a cave full of my memories.
Turning on my flashlight is an option, but I prefer the dark. It doesn't scare me. I have been through too much to be afraid of it. I feel around for the side of the pool and if I am in the right place I will find it. My hand finds a ledge and I pull myself onto the stone. The hidden lamp is not far from my reach, so I feel around until I find it alongside a box of old matches. The match glows in my hand as I guide it to the lamp’s wick. I repeat this with four lamps around the cave before arranging them in a circle and finding my robe. Pulling the wool over my naked body fills me with instant warmth. Remembering is hard for me, so I sit for a while just studying the cave walls. They are not jagged like most rocks in the area. They are smooth like glass, but dull like lead. Above me there is not one crack, there is only one ledge that fits into the wall in such a way that you wouldn't see it if you weren't looking. It almost reminds me of a glass dome that was painted with a dreary matte paint.
My watch is balancing on the only stone in the cave as I reach over and grab a small wooden box. It is carved with swirls and other intricate images. Running my fingers over the patterns brings a tear to my eye. I remember my mother and have to bite back a whimper. There is no one here to hear me, but I can't cry yet. I pull the key out of a compartment in the box and unlock it. My eyes are drawn to the red velvet that lines the box, then to a letter from my father. He sent it to my mother during the war. It reads:
November 11, 2236
Dear Beatris,
I miss you dearly. I am doing fine over here. I hope to come home soon, but they have not given any news of when we can leave. How is Sadie? I miss her dearly. Today is her 11 month birthday! This letter must be late but give her birthday kisses from daddy.
Planets and we are oddly similar
Our bodies are far
But our hearts are near
No matter the distance we are always connected by love
Your love follows me wherever I go
I miss you dearly
The love we possess will never be broken
I miss you more than words can say. I would be there if the law would allow.
Love always,
Tony
My father was not the best poet but he made my mom’s heart flutter. I remember watching her read the letters. She would smile, cry, and laugh all at once. I picked up a picture of a cake with a huge, green number three on it. It was taken on December 11, 2238, my third birthday. My daddy came home from war to celebrate and we had a huge celebration! The next day my parents took me to the park to play with my friend Heidi. As we walked I saw a strange man in dull clothes. He seemed to be holding a black pear with an intricate pattern on it. It seemed odd, but I was three so I let it go. We arrived at the park and my parents realized they forgot our picnic so they headed back to the house. I don't remember much but I was later told the details. All I remember is seeing the strange man run, hearing a huge bang, and seeing my home explode. I was later told that an enemy of my fathers had set off a grenade in my home. The rest of my family had been lost in the war and no one else wanted me. I had felt abandoned, I still do. I remember someone taking me to the police and from there I was taken to Sin Padres Orphanage. As I grew up the head mistress became more harsh than I ever expected. I spent many days doing chores instead of playing with other children. In my fifth year at the orphanage I met my two best friends. I met Emma when I moved to the orphanage, but we didn't become best friends until we were eight. That same year we met Annabeth. She was staring at us from a park bench one day and since then she has helped us live exciting lives. She has a wonderful father and a technology-free home. I have never been a fan of technology, but as of now I can't change the past.
I lift a picture of my parents in the hospital on the day I was born. I was born in the bath at the hospital and maybe that is why I love water so much. I read letters until I feel water against my ankles; my time is up. I only come here once a month because the rest of the time the cave is half full with water. I re-lock the box and slip it on the top shelf. I fold my robe on top of it leaving my skin bare. I strap on my watch, flick on my flashlight, blow out the lanterns, and store them on a rocky ledge. I step to the edge of the pool and jump. I swim away from the rocks until my lungs burn, then I know it's time to surface. I take a deep breath and swim the rest of the distance to shore. The sun is just barely peaking over the horizon so I take my time. I take the towel that I hide in the rocks and dry myself until my skin stings. I can't take any chances. No one can know where I go and if people see me wet they will get suspicious. I pull my clothes on and turn off my flash light. Alarm clocks don't go off until 7:00 A.M. and today is my day to make breakfast. This means I can walk in the door without being noticed. I can pretend I am getting milk or something.
The lock clicks as I turn the key replica inside it. The door is well oiled, so it doesn't squeak as I open it and sneak into the kitchen. I turn on the stove and hurry to make oatmeal. The alarms go off just as I finish setting the table. Emma is the first one down. She makes a point of getting here first so she can put sugar on her oatmeal. Sugar is not aloud at the orphanage and she only gets it when one of us cooks. As I eat, my parents slip into my mind, but I push them out for fear of crying. I feel guilty, but here crying is a crime.
The sound of my vintage alarm clock pulls me out of a deep slumber. The pale moonlight shines through my window. The clock reads 5:48 and I know I am late. If I don't hurry, I won't make it in time. I snap my fingers and the lights click on. I walk over to my wardrobe and it opens with a creak. Although most of my world’s appliances are controlled by the mind, I prefer the old lifestyle. I had read about it in school and ever since, I have been envious of the way of life in 2016. I select a dark pair of jeans, a white tank top, a warm tan cardigan, a matching wool hat, and a pair of light tan fuzzy boots. I comb my hair and put it in the usual French braid. I put in my contacts, grab a small watch, a tiny replica of the door key, and a retractable flashlight. Everyone is sleeping so I decide to leave from the window. The crisp morning air rushes into my bedroom as I open it. I shimmy down the gutter, dangling fifteen feet above the ground. The crunch of leaves under my feet makes the morning darkness a little less eerie.
Soon, I hear the waves crashing against the rocks. The tide was almost in; if I don’t hurry I will miss my chance. This chance only comes once a month, only when the moon is full. I break out into a run and don't slow until my feet touch the sand. The moon will be bright enough for me to see it, so I don't have to take out my flashlight. I trudge along the beach to the grey rocks as I pull out my watch to check the time. It reads 5:57 A.M. Three minutes until I can get in. I slip my cardigan off and fold it. Carefully, I place it, along with my jeans, socks, and boots, in a cove that the water never licks. The water is cool as it creeps from my toes to my ankles. After taking a few more steps I dive into another universe. A rush of ice cold liquid splashes over my face as I am entangled in what seems like another world.
It is dark so I flick on my flashlight. A whole new sense of beauty is revealed to me. I want to stay and watch, but I have to keep moving or I'll miss it. Swimming has made me feel free for as long as I can remember, but due to the circumstances I live under I don't get to do it often. I swim for two minutes before surfacing. I don't think, just swim. Memories are hard for me and that is why I only remember once a month. The rest of the time I try not to think about the past. I don't feel guilty shutting my memories out, but I have to let them in once in awhile. Finally, air wraps around my head. A shiver runs down my spine as a pull out my watch. I stare at it, waiting for it to change to 6:00 A.M. It changes and I spring into action. At this exact moment the tide is just right for me to find it. I take a deep breath and dive. I swim down and finally up again. I don't know exactly where I will surface but I am hoping it won't be in the jagged rocks above my head. My lungs burn and I swim faster. At last I am engulfed in fresh air. The darkness covers my eyes like eyelids, for the moon is not present in my safe place. It is nothing magical, just a cave full of my memories.
Turning on my flashlight is an option, but I prefer the dark. It doesn't scare me. I have been through too much to be afraid of it. I feel around for the side of the pool and if I am in the right place I will find it. My hand finds a ledge and I pull myself onto the stone. The hidden lamp is not far from my reach, so I feel around until I find it alongside a box of old matches. The match glows in my hand as I guide it to the lamp’s wick. I repeat this with four lamps around the cave before arranging them in a circle and finding my robe. Pulling the wool over my naked body fills me with instant warmth. Remembering is hard for me, so I sit for a while just studying the cave walls. They are not jagged like most rocks in the area. They are smooth like glass, but dull like lead. Above me there is not one crack, there is only one ledge that fits into the wall in such a way that you wouldn't see it if you weren't looking. It almost reminds me of a glass dome that was painted with a dreary matte paint.
My watch is balancing on the only stone in the cave as I reach over and grab a small wooden box. It is carved with swirls and other intricate images. Running my fingers over the patterns brings a tear to my eye. I remember my mother and have to bite back a whimper. There is no one here to hear me, but I can't cry yet. I pull the key out of a compartment in the box and unlock it. My eyes are drawn to the red velvet that lines the box, then to a letter from my father. He sent it to my mother during the war. It reads:
November 11, 2236
Dear Beatris,
I miss you dearly. I am doing fine over here. I hope to come home soon, but they have not given any news of when we can leave. How is Sadie? I miss her dearly. Today is her 11 month birthday! This letter must be late but give her birthday kisses from daddy.
Planets and we are oddly similar
Our bodies are far
But our hearts are near
No matter the distance we are always connected by love
Your love follows me wherever I go
I miss you dearly
The love we possess will never be broken
I miss you more than words can say. I would be there if the law would allow.
Love always,
Tony
My father was not the best poet but he made my mom’s heart flutter. I remember watching her read the letters. She would smile, cry, and laugh all at once. I picked up a picture of a cake with a huge, green number three on it. It was taken on December 11, 2238, my third birthday. My daddy came home from war to celebrate and we had a huge celebration! The next day my parents took me to the park to play with my friend Heidi. As we walked I saw a strange man in dull clothes. He seemed to be holding a black pear with an intricate pattern on it. It seemed odd, but I was three so I let it go. We arrived at the park and my parents realized they forgot our picnic so they headed back to the house. I don't remember much but I was later told the details. All I remember is seeing the strange man run, hearing a huge bang, and seeing my home explode. I was later told that an enemy of my fathers had set off a grenade in my home. The rest of my family had been lost in the war and no one else wanted me. I had felt abandoned, I still do. I remember someone taking me to the police and from there I was taken to Sin Padres Orphanage. As I grew up the head mistress became more harsh than I ever expected. I spent many days doing chores instead of playing with other children. In my fifth year at the orphanage I met my two best friends. I met Emma when I moved to the orphanage, but we didn't become best friends until we were eight. That same year we met Annabeth. She was staring at us from a park bench one day and since then she has helped us live exciting lives. She has a wonderful father and a technology-free home. I have never been a fan of technology, but as of now I can't change the past.
I lift a picture of my parents in the hospital on the day I was born. I was born in the bath at the hospital and maybe that is why I love water so much. I read letters until I feel water against my ankles; my time is up. I only come here once a month because the rest of the time the cave is half full with water. I re-lock the box and slip it on the top shelf. I fold my robe on top of it leaving my skin bare. I strap on my watch, flick on my flashlight, blow out the lanterns, and store them on a rocky ledge. I step to the edge of the pool and jump. I swim away from the rocks until my lungs burn, then I know it's time to surface. I take a deep breath and swim the rest of the distance to shore. The sun is just barely peaking over the horizon so I take my time. I take the towel that I hide in the rocks and dry myself until my skin stings. I can't take any chances. No one can know where I go and if people see me wet they will get suspicious. I pull my clothes on and turn off my flash light. Alarm clocks don't go off until 7:00 A.M. and today is my day to make breakfast. This means I can walk in the door without being noticed. I can pretend I am getting milk or something.
The lock clicks as I turn the key replica inside it. The door is well oiled, so it doesn't squeak as I open it and sneak into the kitchen. I turn on the stove and hurry to make oatmeal. The alarms go off just as I finish setting the table. Emma is the first one down. She makes a point of getting here first so she can put sugar on her oatmeal. Sugar is not aloud at the orphanage and she only gets it when one of us cooks. As I eat, my parents slip into my mind, but I push them out for fear of crying. I feel guilty, but here crying is a crime.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Thistle Chapter 3
I meet an old new friend.
I woke up, at least I think I woke up. At second thought, with this mini Aurora Borealis swirling around me with the voices, I'm gonna say no. Yep definitely no. As I stared in awe at the mass of psychedelic rainbow monsters (at least that's what they look like) I was very, very, confused. Then this voice spoke to me, but not to my ears if that makes any sense. It was like it was already inside me. Jack, the voice called out softly as if from a distance. I was confused how to reply. Then there was nothing, suddenly JACK! Spirits almighty just talk to me here, okay? I thought, But how? The voice continued. Just like that Jack, just like that. Anyway do you know who I am? The voice asked. No, I thought. They call me Thistle, Greenbark Thistle. The voice said smugly. You got that one from James Bond didn't you? I inquired, … He sat in silence. Come on Thistle just admit it. I added. Okay fine, but a Druid’s gotta do something waiting around a couple hundred years for his guardian, he spoke. Hey wait a minute, back up, what'd you say? That you are a Druid? I asked, puzzled. Yeah, and you’re a guardian... wait you didn't know that? Man, what are they teaching you youngsters in school these days, while putting on a shaky elderly accent. Explain, I said simply and somewhat irritatedly. Fine, he said poutily, Druids are nature spirits that depending on where their home is, they have some control over the physical elements of the land. I for example, am mainly forest Druid. An image dropped into my mind, a tall lanky warrior with wooden staff in what looked like a gillysuit except it had tree bark armor plates and thorns everywhere. That's me in physical form, Thistle continued, now as your guardian spirit, I can only take physical form as your battle avatar. I interrupted, Okay, okay, okay how about you stop talking and show me? Because if I ever make a life story, this would be boring.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
The Worst Trip
It all started in the summer of 2013, the summer I had between 4th and 5th grade. My family and I decided to go on a trip through Arizona and Utah. While we were in Utah we made a bad decision- we decided to drive in my stepmom's Toyota up a steep mountain. When we got to the top, there was snow everywhere. My stepmom told my dad that this was a bad idea, but my dad didn't care. Then out of nowhere it started to snow. As we finally reached the tippy top of the mountain, we got stuck and my older brother and sister started flipping out. My dad then told us that he was going to get out and try to dig the truck out of the snow with his shovel. Maybe a half an hour later my dad opened the door and in all my life I will never forget what he said next: ''The shovel broke; we are going to have to walk down the mountain to the trailer that I saw while we were driving up the mountain." We took the two blankets and the two umbrellas and gave them to my older sister, my stepmom, my baby brother, and my baby sister, while my dad, my older brother, and I were dressed for Arizona weather because we had just left there. The upside is that it stopped snowing but it started to hail, and of course I had shorts and a short sleeve shirt on.
We finally got to the trailer that my dad had been talking about, and started to approach it. The guy's two dogs came running towards us and barking. Luckily their owner came out and yelled at them so they went back and quieted down. The man then approached us and tried to talk to us, but he could only speak Spanish except for two words: "its" and "ok". My dad knows a little bit of Spanish though and was able to talk to the man. Then the man invited us into his his trailer where he gave my stepmom and baby sister his bed, and then made everyone hot chocolate. Eventually when we tried to thank him, all he could say was, "its ok its ok." After that he then took my dad to some hill nearby so that we could call for help. My dad came back and said that the police were on their way to pick us up and bring us into town but it would be a few. I then decided to go to sleep on his couch that he had offered to me.
All of a sudden my dad woke me up out of a dead sleep and told me that the police were here to get us. It must have been around 11pm. My sister and I got to ride in the back of a police car on the way into town. It was very uncomfortable though. The officer was very nice and told us he would buy us a snack at a gas station because we must be hungry. But when we got to the gas station and I got out of the back of the police car, everything went downhill. People started yelling because they thought that I was escaping the cops. We got everything all cleared up though before people could call more police. We went into the gas station and the officer apologized for all the inconvenience and then paid for our snacks. After this he brought us to our hotel and we got our room and went to sleep. Everyone was out within a matter of ten minutes. The next morning my dad's phone ringing woke me up then I remembered that my mom was supposed to meet us half way between Utah and Arizona, but since this happened she had been waiting for almost three hours. This crazy two days all ended with my mom going out of her way and getting me at the hotel we stayed at.
We finally got to the trailer that my dad had been talking about, and started to approach it. The guy's two dogs came running towards us and barking. Luckily their owner came out and yelled at them so they went back and quieted down. The man then approached us and tried to talk to us, but he could only speak Spanish except for two words: "its" and "ok". My dad knows a little bit of Spanish though and was able to talk to the man. Then the man invited us into his his trailer where he gave my stepmom and baby sister his bed, and then made everyone hot chocolate. Eventually when we tried to thank him, all he could say was, "its ok its ok." After that he then took my dad to some hill nearby so that we could call for help. My dad came back and said that the police were on their way to pick us up and bring us into town but it would be a few. I then decided to go to sleep on his couch that he had offered to me.
All of a sudden my dad woke me up out of a dead sleep and told me that the police were here to get us. It must have been around 11pm. My sister and I got to ride in the back of a police car on the way into town. It was very uncomfortable though. The officer was very nice and told us he would buy us a snack at a gas station because we must be hungry. But when we got to the gas station and I got out of the back of the police car, everything went downhill. People started yelling because they thought that I was escaping the cops. We got everything all cleared up though before people could call more police. We went into the gas station and the officer apologized for all the inconvenience and then paid for our snacks. After this he brought us to our hotel and we got our room and went to sleep. Everyone was out within a matter of ten minutes. The next morning my dad's phone ringing woke me up then I remembered that my mom was supposed to meet us half way between Utah and Arizona, but since this happened she had been waiting for almost three hours. This crazy two days all ended with my mom going out of her way and getting me at the hotel we stayed at.
Thistle Chapter 2
Wait… I’m good, never mind.
Stepping off the plane into Washington D.C. itself just felt really good. My joints could swing freely again. Anyway, our first tour stop was the Smithsonian. When we got inside, I was amazed by the magnificence of the museum's decorations. We were told to wonder off as far as we wanted if our trackers were on. The trackers were just little red devices stuck to our shoulders and could be turned on and off manually or by phone. As I always do in museums I gravitated towards the ancient history section to check for anything Roman. I guess I'm not actively interested in my heritage but I like to see the Roman artifacts and wonder if my ancestors made them so long ago. I wandered over to a side plaque and read the inscription.
Although many are casted or mold replicas, many are real artifacts. Please do not touch anything besides the interactive exhibits. Of which none were going on right now. Ugghhhhhhhhh! I groaned in disappointment. But then something caught my eye, something shining. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a hoarder for shiny things or anything like that. It just caught my eye. I walked over feeling stranger and stranger with each step I took. It was like being startled over and over again, I was on edge. I realize there isn't anyway for the sunlight to come in here and nothing reflective to bounce off of. I took a final step forward, I could clearly see what it was. A little clay tablet on a necklace, it looked like an ancient dog tag. Then I remembered what Romans would do with new recruits who had to prove themselves, they were put on probation. Little probatio tablets like this were dispensed before they became members of the legion. This only increased my curiosity for why it was glowing. I reached out and poked it timidly, nothing happened. Just as I was letting go a sigh of relief, I blacked out.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
The Dark
Have you ever wondered about what lives in the dark, what lurks in the shadows behind you? Have you ever wondered if something was there with you. Have you ever got the feeling something was watching you from a dark corner, closet, or room. Have you thought about what might be under your bed, around a corner, or behind the door, just waiting......
Have you ever wondered what might happen to you alone in the dark. You have now. Are you scared yet. You will be. Are you looking over your shoulder, turning on every light. It won't help when you fall asleep, Something could be watching or even sitting next to you. You think you're safe, but you're not.
Have you ever wondered what might happen to you alone in the dark. You have now. Are you scared yet. You will be. Are you looking over your shoulder, turning on every light. It won't help when you fall asleep, Something could be watching or even sitting next to you. You think you're safe, but you're not.
Friday, November 11, 2016
Thistle Chapter 1
I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane
You know that voice in your head, your conscience? The voice that tells you what's right and what's wrong. What decisions to make and how to go about living your life? Yeah, so hear me out okay? This might blow your mind, what if your conscience isn't you? But someone else or something else that is much, much, older. I know what you're thinking; Who does this guy think he is, suggesting such a concept like that? So before I go any further, I'm going to introduce myself. I am Jack, Jack Dirige-Ferro. I have a standard family, my parents and a little sister by the name of Chloe. So before you go on asking about my weird last name, know this. IT'S LATIN! Not Egyptian or anything of the sort. Many people hear the Ferro and immediately pin me as Egyptian. No, but kind of close. Apparently our ancestors were semi-wealthy Roman blacksmiths. When Rome converted about 1700 years ago our family just followed the flow of power and eventually made it to the Americas. Now we live in Colorado Springs, Colorado. For school I'm going to Manitou Springs Middle School and that's how it all started. So you see, every year, the school sends some 8th graders on a field trip to New York/Washington D.C. This is the year that I'm able to go on that trip. Bantering with my friends occupies lots of my time on the way there, or I can read a book. Anyway we aren't going anymore in detail about the ride, it starts to get interesting when we get there. I woke to the sound of the flight attendant's voice announcing that we will be landing shortly.
Nature is beautiful
The wind is howling through the dark woods
I feel fear
The woods’ tree tops swirling around covering the sky
I feel relaxed
The sky is still, with a few fluffy clouds on top
I feel free
The clouds move as the seasons pass
I feel inspired
The flowers are as beautiful as the mushroom
I feel hopeful
And I, I am just a little girl observing the beauty of nature
I feel alive
To-Do List
1. Make a To-Do List✅
2. Check off step one✅
3. Tape To-Do List to fridge✅
4. Read To-Do List✅
5. Take a nap (in progress)
2. Check off step one✅
3. Tape To-Do List to fridge✅
4. Read To-Do List✅
5. Take a nap (in progress)
Some things I Hate!!!!!!
Has something ever made you so angry you just wanted to scream?
Well, I have quite a few of those. I call them my biggest pet peeves. One of these pet peeves is when I ask my parents for help, and they don't know what they're talking about. The other day I was working on a big essay, so I asked my mom for help. She started explaining, but she had no idea what she was talking about. I decided to correct her because I didn't want useless information. Then she took it the wrong way and got all angry at me. "You asked for help and I'm giving it. You should be grateful I'm helping at all," she said as she stormed out of the room. I sat there dumbfounded because I had just been yelled at.
Let's just say, I don't ask for help anymore unless I need to.
Well, I have quite a few of those. I call them my biggest pet peeves. One of these pet peeves is when I ask my parents for help, and they don't know what they're talking about. The other day I was working on a big essay, so I asked my mom for help. She started explaining, but she had no idea what she was talking about. I decided to correct her because I didn't want useless information. Then she took it the wrong way and got all angry at me. "You asked for help and I'm giving it. You should be grateful I'm helping at all," she said as she stormed out of the room. I sat there dumbfounded because I had just been yelled at.
Let's just say, I don't ask for help anymore unless I need to.
Day After Day
Ugh
Another day of school
Social studies & science to start
Lockers and halls
iPads are insanely confusing
Math, multiply inequalities
Problem set 1 million
And on and on and on
Prime time great stress relief
Listen to jams
Lunch, stuff the stomach
Goof off with friends
Exploratories are bæ
Either chill with no work
Or be CRAZY
Language arts last block
See great friends and learn lots
Bell rings! Great!
But miss friends :(
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
My Rant About a Concert
After the show got cancelled we got refunds on our tickets. The next closest concert they played at we got tickets to. It was in the middle of summer at the Cheyenne Frontier Days. The venue was all the way up in WYOMING so we had to drive about THREE HOURS just to get to a concert. Plus, we had BETTER seats for the concert in Colorado Springs than we did at that concert. I'm still glad I got to see them though.
Special Delivery
Why are humans such... Well I wouldn't say dumb, but... Okay, yes I would. Why are humans so dumb? They can't learn to take the hints of a bad situation, and act upon them. Now, not all humans seem to be blockheaded. Maybe it's just my owner? Oh dear, I hope not. Well, before I start to rag on him I should probably give some reasoning for my remark.
It was Halloween night and my owner, John, had received a job as a pizza delivery man about a month ago. I don't understand why someone would order a pizza on Halloween night, but at exactly 12 o'clock, Pezzo's Pizzeria received a call from a raspy voiced old woman. She ordered six large plain pizzas. When I say plain, I mean plain. She demanded that the pizza be brought without cheese or pizza sauce. What a silly idea. As John was on the phone with the mysterious lady, I decided now was a good time to scavenge. I haven't always been a house pet you know. I stalked to the nearby park, my owner obviously not paying attention to my leash. It was almost pitch black, but I didn't care. As I found a plump squirrel, a group of screaming kids flew past me leaving behind colorful wrappers containing the sweetest of sweet candies. The squirrel had already left, so I figured now would be a good time to try one of these savory little bundles of joy. As I worked my claws to unwrap the candy, I witnessed my owner yelling my name desperately into the harsh autumn air. I quickly rolled my eyes, let go of my candy, and trotted towards him, thankfully licking his ankle. I could tell he was nervous as he forced a fake smile against his crackling lips. "Come on boy, we've got one more delivery to make and then we can go home, how's that sound?" I pleaded against his leg as he tied the leash back up to my collar. He boarded his bike with a sudden new confidence I had never seen in him before. Maybe it was fake or maybe he was just desperate to collapse in his welcoming bed, but I wished I could see more of this boy.
Holding onto the handles with one hand and my leash with the other, we boarded. As I pranced ahead of him I could tell something wasn't right. The trick or treaters were starting to go home and the once joyful screams of children had now left and Halloween didn't feel the same. My owner let out an exasperated breath he didn't know he had been holding once he reached the top of the dingy hill. This was one side of town we had never visited before and everything set off a very eery vibe. As he walked the bike up to 103 Burstone way, I took a moment to consider my surroundings. The air was harsh and cold, the only heat was occupied by the stack of pizza boxes. I huddled closer, shivering silently. The house we were approaching seemed to be one of an old Victorian Style painted a sorrowful color of maroon. My paws clicked against the cracked cement. I huddled up close to my owner trying to push away my negativity. John's knock boomed against the hand crafted door. No response. Again, a thundering crack on the wood. No answer. As I looked up to the door I noticed a suspicious eye peering down at us. I whimpered, cuddling John's leg. He rested a hesitant yet comforting hand on me. His eyes seemed to tell me ' It's going to be alright ', but even I could see the lie hiding in his honey eyes. Again another knock and a blood curdling scream pierced through the air. The cry for help seemed to be coming from up the stairs, but we stayed at the door shaking. Or at least I was shaking. I could practically see the steam rise in John's eyes. Once more he pounded on the door. The door creaked open. I still remember the sound of the door swinging open. It was straight out of a horror movie. Suddenly, I wished I was back in my natural habitat without a care in the world. I closed my salty eyes remembering chasing the flock in the field, trotting through the high grass, taking an eventual lap of cool spring water. Oh how I wished I could go back in time. How I wish I had never run into the young farm boys arms as he asked his parents ' can we keep him? '. How I wish I had just run away when the family decided to move across the state. How I wish I had never loved my owner so much. But here I was and I had to make the best of it. No turning back, I thought. I was surprised when no one occupied the space in front of us. But I was even more surprised when my owner stepped inside. 'What an idiot! ' I thought. This is where the thickheaded piece comes in. We had just received a call from a suspicious caller, than arrived at an even more suspicious house, heard a blood curdling scream come from upstairs, and now he wants to go inside?! Oh yah, cause that makes sense. I groaned as I followed him inside. I couldn't just leave him in there to die without a witness. My claws clapped against the hardwood.
" Hello?! Is anyone there?" He called out as he entered what seemed to be the greeting hall.
" I uh- have the pizza? You called for six pizzas. Are you okay? I heard a scream," his voice echoed.
What a great idea I thought, to explain to some obviously deranged person that you heard what no one else was supposed to hear. Again, his rubber converse lunged forward into a kitchen as he squinted his eyes.
"Hello? Is that you? Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid you're going to have to pay for these. "
Silence.
Trey cleared his throat, "Ma'am? I'm sorry are you... Asleep?"
Was she asleep? I crawled ahead of him to examine the lady hunched over in the chair. I licked her face to see if she reacted. No reaction. Something wasn't right.... Her skin was deathly cold and her face drooped. Again I licked desperately. Tray slithered over, placed his thumb against her pulse.
"N-no pulse" he breathed. Suddenly the air seemed to get colder. This girl was dead.... Now that I closely examined her I saw that she had hand prints against her neck. She had been chocked. I looked up to Trey for reassurance, but his face was as hard as a rock as he stared in front of him outside the window. I followed his gaze and gasped sharply. Outside the window stood a pale white man. His eyes were stretched the farthest they could be, his red thin lips bared perfectly sharpened teeth. I looked up to Trey and he was pale. I began to desperately tug on his pant leg. Please.... I whimpered, but he wouldn't budge. The girl was obviously dead and this man.... This creature was most likely the cause of her death. Move! I pleaded and whimpered. I looked back up at the window and the man was gone.... He either left or came inside. Hopefully he left.. But I didn't want to be here to find out, so I started to tug on Trey. Finally, he got the hint and we started to walk back towards the front entrance, leaving the pizzas discarded. When he reached out for the door knob, an eery voice came from behind us. " Why are you leaving so soon?" Trey felt a cold brittle hand against his shoulder and a a hot breath against his neck.
It was Halloween night and my owner, John, had received a job as a pizza delivery man about a month ago. I don't understand why someone would order a pizza on Halloween night, but at exactly 12 o'clock, Pezzo's Pizzeria received a call from a raspy voiced old woman. She ordered six large plain pizzas. When I say plain, I mean plain. She demanded that the pizza be brought without cheese or pizza sauce. What a silly idea. As John was on the phone with the mysterious lady, I decided now was a good time to scavenge. I haven't always been a house pet you know. I stalked to the nearby park, my owner obviously not paying attention to my leash. It was almost pitch black, but I didn't care. As I found a plump squirrel, a group of screaming kids flew past me leaving behind colorful wrappers containing the sweetest of sweet candies. The squirrel had already left, so I figured now would be a good time to try one of these savory little bundles of joy. As I worked my claws to unwrap the candy, I witnessed my owner yelling my name desperately into the harsh autumn air. I quickly rolled my eyes, let go of my candy, and trotted towards him, thankfully licking his ankle. I could tell he was nervous as he forced a fake smile against his crackling lips. "Come on boy, we've got one more delivery to make and then we can go home, how's that sound?" I pleaded against his leg as he tied the leash back up to my collar. He boarded his bike with a sudden new confidence I had never seen in him before. Maybe it was fake or maybe he was just desperate to collapse in his welcoming bed, but I wished I could see more of this boy.
Holding onto the handles with one hand and my leash with the other, we boarded. As I pranced ahead of him I could tell something wasn't right. The trick or treaters were starting to go home and the once joyful screams of children had now left and Halloween didn't feel the same. My owner let out an exasperated breath he didn't know he had been holding once he reached the top of the dingy hill. This was one side of town we had never visited before and everything set off a very eery vibe. As he walked the bike up to 103 Burstone way, I took a moment to consider my surroundings. The air was harsh and cold, the only heat was occupied by the stack of pizza boxes. I huddled closer, shivering silently. The house we were approaching seemed to be one of an old Victorian Style painted a sorrowful color of maroon. My paws clicked against the cracked cement. I huddled up close to my owner trying to push away my negativity. John's knock boomed against the hand crafted door. No response. Again, a thundering crack on the wood. No answer. As I looked up to the door I noticed a suspicious eye peering down at us. I whimpered, cuddling John's leg. He rested a hesitant yet comforting hand on me. His eyes seemed to tell me ' It's going to be alright ', but even I could see the lie hiding in his honey eyes. Again another knock and a blood curdling scream pierced through the air. The cry for help seemed to be coming from up the stairs, but we stayed at the door shaking. Or at least I was shaking. I could practically see the steam rise in John's eyes. Once more he pounded on the door. The door creaked open. I still remember the sound of the door swinging open. It was straight out of a horror movie. Suddenly, I wished I was back in my natural habitat without a care in the world. I closed my salty eyes remembering chasing the flock in the field, trotting through the high grass, taking an eventual lap of cool spring water. Oh how I wished I could go back in time. How I wish I had never run into the young farm boys arms as he asked his parents ' can we keep him? '. How I wish I had just run away when the family decided to move across the state. How I wish I had never loved my owner so much. But here I was and I had to make the best of it. No turning back, I thought. I was surprised when no one occupied the space in front of us. But I was even more surprised when my owner stepped inside. 'What an idiot! ' I thought. This is where the thickheaded piece comes in. We had just received a call from a suspicious caller, than arrived at an even more suspicious house, heard a blood curdling scream come from upstairs, and now he wants to go inside?! Oh yah, cause that makes sense. I groaned as I followed him inside. I couldn't just leave him in there to die without a witness. My claws clapped against the hardwood.
" Hello?! Is anyone there?" He called out as he entered what seemed to be the greeting hall.
" I uh- have the pizza? You called for six pizzas. Are you okay? I heard a scream," his voice echoed.
What a great idea I thought, to explain to some obviously deranged person that you heard what no one else was supposed to hear. Again, his rubber converse lunged forward into a kitchen as he squinted his eyes.
"Hello? Is that you? Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid you're going to have to pay for these. "
Silence.
Trey cleared his throat, "Ma'am? I'm sorry are you... Asleep?"
Was she asleep? I crawled ahead of him to examine the lady hunched over in the chair. I licked her face to see if she reacted. No reaction. Something wasn't right.... Her skin was deathly cold and her face drooped. Again I licked desperately. Tray slithered over, placed his thumb against her pulse.
"N-no pulse" he breathed. Suddenly the air seemed to get colder. This girl was dead.... Now that I closely examined her I saw that she had hand prints against her neck. She had been chocked. I looked up to Trey for reassurance, but his face was as hard as a rock as he stared in front of him outside the window. I followed his gaze and gasped sharply. Outside the window stood a pale white man. His eyes were stretched the farthest they could be, his red thin lips bared perfectly sharpened teeth. I looked up to Trey and he was pale. I began to desperately tug on his pant leg. Please.... I whimpered, but he wouldn't budge. The girl was obviously dead and this man.... This creature was most likely the cause of her death. Move! I pleaded and whimpered. I looked back up at the window and the man was gone.... He either left or came inside. Hopefully he left.. But I didn't want to be here to find out, so I started to tug on Trey. Finally, he got the hint and we started to walk back towards the front entrance, leaving the pizzas discarded. When he reached out for the door knob, an eery voice came from behind us. " Why are you leaving so soon?" Trey felt a cold brittle hand against his shoulder and a a hot breath against his neck.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Possessions
Possessions
It's name was Tiger. He looked like a thrown up piece of crap, but I did not care how he looked to me. I liked the way his stringy hair bounced up and down as we ran all about. I love how he had the look of happiness on his shaggy lion face. But my favorite part about tiger was not his completion, but how he was a part of my wildest possessions.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Thistle Prologue
Hello to all who will read this, I just want to preface this by saying thank you to all the people that are helping me write this all the way through. The early readers, encouraging me with positivity and ideas. My colleagues in the editor-in-chief position along with my blog publisher, of course editing. I also want it to be clear that this a work in progress and will be posted chapter by chapter. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy, and positive feedback is appreciated.
Prologue
I could hear them coming, the armor plates banging together as they slashed through the underbrush. Whatever happened, I couldn't let them take me. I was issued an urgent mission. I quickly summoned what was left of my magical energy and leapt through the knotted bark of a tree trunk and emerged into the canopy above. I fled with all of the force of fear and adrenaline behind me. My role as courier delivering my elders' message to a nearby tribe had been compromised. I must have made a mistake, for when I jumped to the next gargantuan branch of these ancient trees, a hail of arrows rained down upon me. Luckily none hit me. I kept running. But as I took my next step, my foot stopped and my ankle turned. I fell into a grove of aspens. I could not move, I heard the sounds of armor and saw rustling in the bush. Something broke through.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
The Flat Earth Rant
Hello, everybody! It's me! The amazing... look, I'm still working on that stage name, but that's not what I'm talking about right now. Today I am writing about.... Flat-earthers! *sigh*, let's begin.
For those of you that are blissfully ignorant people who don't know what a flat-earther is, let me fill
you in. A flat-earther is a person who believes the earth is flat. I don't know why, but they do, anyways,
continue.
Normally, I wouldn't attack someone's opinion like this, but flat-earthers TICK ME OFF! Look, they have little proof to support this moonstruck theory, and the proof they do have, is easily debunked. I go onto YouTube way too much and I watch flat-earth videos when I'm bored, And I saw one that said "There is wool being pulled over your eyes" for the ENTIRE VIDEO, and the "evidence" he did use was clearly faked. If you want to, here is a flat-earther video for you to watch, click this if you want to see a video full of cringe..
you in. A flat-earther is a person who believes the earth is flat. I don't know why, but they do, anyways,
continue.
Normally, I wouldn't attack someone's opinion like this, but flat-earthers TICK ME OFF! Look, they have little proof to support this moonstruck theory, and the proof they do have, is easily debunked. I go onto YouTube way too much and I watch flat-earth videos when I'm bored, And I saw one that said "There is wool being pulled over your eyes" for the ENTIRE VIDEO, and the "evidence" he did use was clearly faked. If you want to, here is a flat-earther video for you to watch, click this if you want to see a video full of cringe..
I want you to try to debunk a flat-earther by showing them a picture of the real earth from space. No matter what you show them, they'll scream "FAKE!" and shove a burden on you to prove it's not fake.
I don't know what we're arguing about though, they already disproved themselves. They say the sun and moon act like spotlights, right?
If that was the case, the sun and moon would never go below the horizon.
So what do you think? Do you agree with them? (Please don't,) if you have an argument, keep it civil, but anyways, thank you for taking time out of your short life to read this, see you later!
Monday, October 24, 2016
My Worst Nightmare Came True.............
Lying in my bed, sleeping, listening to the clock tick constantly on a loop. Slowly I became hypnotized, and faded into a deep sleep. I was running through the streets of Italy, dredged in sweat with my two side braids flowing through the wind behind me. Luckily I was wearing my favorite running shirt, that says 'do more of what makes you happy' and my favorite running pants. Coming to a slow stop as my lungs run out of air. Looking around to see if there were any people around, there wasn't a single soul, for blocks, even miles. I checked a few cottages for people, or water, no one. All the doors were locked, I finally found a open window in the back of a nice white cottage. I slipped my way through the tiny glass window trying to be as quiet as possible. Falling onto a wooden table, I look up after rubbing my head from the fall. Wood cabinets, five to be exact, I check each cabinet until I find a cup. Filling my cup to the rim as I raise the cold glass cup to my chapped, red lips.
A sharp piercing sound flows in to the little cottage through the open window, glass shatters, water soaks me head to toe. It was a little girl screaming for her life. I hopped on the table and slipped out the window, making a lot of noise from fall on the stone road, I look around ready to help. Another scream. I head in the direction of the sound. Nothing, you could have heard a pin drop. After waiting a few minutes I see a clown, then more as they stare at me. Blood was gushing from their mouths onto their red, blue, green and yellow suits, as their red nose stays still. I run as fast as I can taking as many turns as possible, I look behind me every couple of turns, they're running now spilling drops of blood behind them. I run towards the sound of water, I'm dying for water. I stumble upon a beautiful waterfall. I cup my hand and scoop water from the cold waterfall, I raise my shaking hand to my mouth water spilling everywhere. I hear them getting closer. I jump up and start running again, once more taking a turn at every possibility.
I eventually run into a clearing of bright-green tall grass to my knees. I see green groves of bright-yellow half dead aspen trees ahead. I make a run for it. My tennis shoes hit the cold dirt blanketed in yellow, and brown aspen leaves. I run into a bridge that leads to the other side of a huge river. I run upstream, nothing, and downstream, nothing. I need to find another way. I have to cross the old wooden bridge. It only has four ropes to hold it to the other side. As I look back and see the blood-covered clowns running at me through the the grove of aspen trees, I run across the bridge..........................
A sharp piercing sound flows in to the little cottage through the open window, glass shatters, water soaks me head to toe. It was a little girl screaming for her life. I hopped on the table and slipped out the window, making a lot of noise from fall on the stone road, I look around ready to help. Another scream. I head in the direction of the sound. Nothing, you could have heard a pin drop. After waiting a few minutes I see a clown, then more as they stare at me. Blood was gushing from their mouths onto their red, blue, green and yellow suits, as their red nose stays still. I run as fast as I can taking as many turns as possible, I look behind me every couple of turns, they're running now spilling drops of blood behind them. I run towards the sound of water, I'm dying for water. I stumble upon a beautiful waterfall. I cup my hand and scoop water from the cold waterfall, I raise my shaking hand to my mouth water spilling everywhere. I hear them getting closer. I jump up and start running again, once more taking a turn at every possibility.
I eventually run into a clearing of bright-green tall grass to my knees. I see green groves of bright-yellow half dead aspen trees ahead. I make a run for it. My tennis shoes hit the cold dirt blanketed in yellow, and brown aspen leaves. I run into a bridge that leads to the other side of a huge river. I run upstream, nothing, and downstream, nothing. I need to find another way. I have to cross the old wooden bridge. It only has four ropes to hold it to the other side. As I look back and see the blood-covered clowns running at me through the the grove of aspen trees, I run across the bridge..........................
Thursday, October 20, 2016
New Blog Name?
Hello fellow students! We editors-in-chief are thinking of making a new name for our blog! If you have any suggestions please feel free to leave a comment stating what you would like it to be! We will be looking at all the comments on this post. Sometime in the near future there might be a poll going up with the top names so watch out for that.
Have a good day and leave your comments below!
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
College Mysteries
It was the year 2022, I just graduated from high school! Finally, me Julie, an adult! Well, I have college to go through, but I am 18, so technically, I am an adult. Oh, and guess what? I got a scholarship to a really good school in California! I want to be a surgeon! I've always wanted be one too. That means a lot of school, so I don't kill anyone. That means I'm not going to see my family for a long time. I'm going to miss them so much! I don't think I'm ready to leave for this long, but it will be totally worth it! And I'm also going to have to make brand new friends, which won't be the easiest thing in the world. But I think I'll manage.
I know this isn't that big a deal, but I feel like telling you about it. Anyway, I have a boyfriend, like I said before, NOT a big deal. His name is Jonnie and we've been friends since 2nd grade, so we are really close. And he is also going to a different school to become an engineer. Which is pretty cool.
Today is the day I'm leaving! Saying goodbye is going to probably the hardest thing I've done in my life! I have two sisters, their names are Anna and Carys, Carys being the younger one at 11, and Anna at 16. Saying goodbye to my family was really difficult for me. Saying goodbye to my parents was the hardest thing ever! I've been with them my whole life, and now I'm leaving them for so long! After saying goodbye, I finally jumped in the car and was on my way to college. The drive was tedious, I feel like it took 2 days to drive 12 hours, when I finally got to a hotel, I was exhausted! I have never driven for that long, non-stop.
When I got into the hotel, it smelled like mothballs! Believe me, it was not a good stench to breath in at all. The beds were like the beds that are folded into couches. And the sheets were really thin, but it was the most I could afford. I slept horribly, and I was on the road again.The rest of the drive was not that bad, I just listened to music and tried to stay awake. When I finally arrived at my dorm room, I looked like a monster. A really tired monster.
The girl I was sharing my dorm room with was named Katy. She seemed really sweet, she was wearing a purple shirt with blue jeans. She also wore glasses that were way to big for her face, but she was really pretty. She was also very perky, every word that came out of her mouth came with excitement, which woke me up a little bit.
When I finally got to school the next day, it looked huge! When I got inside, it looked even bigger. So I had no idea how I was possibly going to make it to class on time. After asking 10 people to direct me to were I was supposed to be, I found my room, 124. It was a room that looked like it held a dark secret, a secret that if it was discovered, something very horrible would happen. The teacher looked at me and smiled a grotesque smile. I just looked away. As I was peering around the room, I saw a difference in the wall, I walked over, and started feeling the wall for any clues.
"Child," the teacher said in a chilling voice, " have you ever heard the story of the black cat, how curiosity kiiilled it?" She hissed.
I know this isn't that big a deal, but I feel like telling you about it. Anyway, I have a boyfriend, like I said before, NOT a big deal. His name is Jonnie and we've been friends since 2nd grade, so we are really close. And he is also going to a different school to become an engineer. Which is pretty cool.
Today is the day I'm leaving! Saying goodbye is going to probably the hardest thing I've done in my life! I have two sisters, their names are Anna and Carys, Carys being the younger one at 11, and Anna at 16. Saying goodbye to my family was really difficult for me. Saying goodbye to my parents was the hardest thing ever! I've been with them my whole life, and now I'm leaving them for so long! After saying goodbye, I finally jumped in the car and was on my way to college. The drive was tedious, I feel like it took 2 days to drive 12 hours, when I finally got to a hotel, I was exhausted! I have never driven for that long, non-stop.
When I got into the hotel, it smelled like mothballs! Believe me, it was not a good stench to breath in at all. The beds were like the beds that are folded into couches. And the sheets were really thin, but it was the most I could afford. I slept horribly, and I was on the road again.The rest of the drive was not that bad, I just listened to music and tried to stay awake. When I finally arrived at my dorm room, I looked like a monster. A really tired monster.
The girl I was sharing my dorm room with was named Katy. She seemed really sweet, she was wearing a purple shirt with blue jeans. She also wore glasses that were way to big for her face, but she was really pretty. She was also very perky, every word that came out of her mouth came with excitement, which woke me up a little bit.
When I finally got to school the next day, it looked huge! When I got inside, it looked even bigger. So I had no idea how I was possibly going to make it to class on time. After asking 10 people to direct me to were I was supposed to be, I found my room, 124. It was a room that looked like it held a dark secret, a secret that if it was discovered, something very horrible would happen. The teacher looked at me and smiled a grotesque smile. I just looked away. As I was peering around the room, I saw a difference in the wall, I walked over, and started feeling the wall for any clues.
"Child," the teacher said in a chilling voice, " have you ever heard the story of the black cat, how curiosity kiiilled it?" She hissed.
Monday, October 17, 2016
The Forest
"Turn down the music!" Yelled my mom as I was jamming to my favorite sound track. My life is better with music. It took all the stress that built up from high school away. I turned down the music one notch just to annoy my parents, but it backfired. "Teresa Lee Thompson, come here right now! Turn off the music and bring your homework with you!" When my mom said my name like that, it meant I was in trouble. I went down stairs and my mom just stared at me like moms stare to make you do something. I sat down and started my homework. My calculus problem was working itself out in my head when I got bored of homework. I planned to go to the park with my five friends right then.
When I got to the park, my friends were waiting at the bench by the murky pond. We love to play frisbee, so we took out Lauren's light up disc, and started to play with it. My five friends and I playing frisbee at the park on a beautiful day, was all I wanted to happen. To hear my name being called out as well as calling out my friends names.
Lauren, Dani, Amber, Alex, Connor, and I are the dorks of the school. The popular people are mean and we don't understand why they are so popular. All they do is dab and bottle flip. I don't get it. The names of the three most popular girls at Adams High school are Jessica, Bree, and Taylor. They always give me the stink eye.
The park that we were playing frisbee at, is right by a forest that nobody goes into.
"Teresa!" I heard Lauren scream. I looked over, and her frisbee was about to crash into my face. I ducked just in time, but it flew and tumbled into the forest behind me. The rule was that if you dropped the frisbee or they were passing it to you, you had to get it. So now it was my turn. The forest is the creepiest thing in town.
I summoned all of my courage, and stepped into the forest. Immedialty after I am inside, I feel a chill racing down my back. It was like all noise from the outside world had been blocked, and all I can hear is the echoing chirp of a bird, and a faint hiss. It feels like the jungle. The huge trees towering over me like giants trying to step on me. I heard another noise, but this time it was Dani, "Teresa?" But all I can focus on were these voices, kind of like whispers, that were all in my head. At least I think so. I saw this faint blue light in the near distance, but the sun seemed to be setting faster and faster. I had to hurry. The voices in my head were getting very loud, so I sprinted. I grabbed the frisbee, and ran. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my leg and I screamed as loud as I could.
When I got to the park, my friends were waiting at the bench by the murky pond. We love to play frisbee, so we took out Lauren's light up disc, and started to play with it. My five friends and I playing frisbee at the park on a beautiful day, was all I wanted to happen. To hear my name being called out as well as calling out my friends names.
Lauren, Dani, Amber, Alex, Connor, and I are the dorks of the school. The popular people are mean and we don't understand why they are so popular. All they do is dab and bottle flip. I don't get it. The names of the three most popular girls at Adams High school are Jessica, Bree, and Taylor. They always give me the stink eye.
The park that we were playing frisbee at, is right by a forest that nobody goes into.
"Teresa!" I heard Lauren scream. I looked over, and her frisbee was about to crash into my face. I ducked just in time, but it flew and tumbled into the forest behind me. The rule was that if you dropped the frisbee or they were passing it to you, you had to get it. So now it was my turn. The forest is the creepiest thing in town.
I summoned all of my courage, and stepped into the forest. Immedialty after I am inside, I feel a chill racing down my back. It was like all noise from the outside world had been blocked, and all I can hear is the echoing chirp of a bird, and a faint hiss. It feels like the jungle. The huge trees towering over me like giants trying to step on me. I heard another noise, but this time it was Dani, "Teresa?" But all I can focus on were these voices, kind of like whispers, that were all in my head. At least I think so. I saw this faint blue light in the near distance, but the sun seemed to be setting faster and faster. I had to hurry. The voices in my head were getting very loud, so I sprinted. I grabbed the frisbee, and ran. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my leg and I screamed as loud as I could.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Eyes Through the Trees
"Help!" A strange voice shouts from the woods.
Emma perks her ears up and she sprints into the thicket to where she thinks the voice is coming from. Nothing.
"Help!!" The voice screams from the other side of the grove.
Emma dashes there and looks around frantically. She sees nothing, hears nothing, and smells nothing. "Help! Help! Help!" The voice repeats again, this time with more panic raising in it.
Emma hears soft footfalls behind her and quickly spins around. She is face to face with Krane and his knife.
Emma perks her ears up and she sprints into the thicket to where she thinks the voice is coming from. Nothing.
"Help!!" The voice screams from the other side of the grove.
Emma dashes there and looks around frantically. She sees nothing, hears nothing, and smells nothing. "Help! Help! Help!" The voice repeats again, this time with more panic raising in it.
Emma hears soft footfalls behind her and quickly spins around. She is face to face with Krane and his knife.
Friday, October 14, 2016
Annador
Huge green eyes snapped open; they were filled with fear. An eighteen-year-old girl lay on a dirt-streaked cement floor. Her coppery brown hair lay in a heap around her face as she stared at the ceiling of the bare room. A large bruise over her left eye clashed with her beautiful, olive complexion.
The room was silent, except for her ragged breathing, as her once beautiful dress rose and fell. Willow, the princess of Annador, now lay in a concrete cell in Ondalisia, with her mother, father, and brothers somewhere nearby by, waiting for what Willow was sure would be a death sentence. Willow glared at the ceiling as she thought of Daniel, the prince of Nurdion, whom she was supposed to marry, before her kingdom was taken and her family held captive god knows where.
Daniel was a tall, handsome boy with brownish, almost black hair, a chiseled face, and a darker shade of skin. Even though it was an arranged marriage, Willow had been excited. She had had a huge crush on him ever since she met him. Willow smiled at the memory.
Willow walked into the bedroom, along with a girl with beautiful red hair and freckles sprinkled over her nose. Laughing, Willow and Liana sat down on a neatly made bed, with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Smoothing their dresses, the girls continued to talk, laughing and smiling. They talked, until a loud thud resounded from Liana's closet.
"What was that?" Willow asked
"I don't know..." Liana mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear. Willow stood from the bed, carefully smoothing creases from her beautiful, blue dress. It was short, so she could run, even though her mother disapproved of it. Willow had actually cut off the bottom of the silk dress and sewed the seams. She was so good with a needle, no one could tell that the dress hadn't been made that way. Walking to the closet door, Willow turned to face Liana, her hand on the closet's doorknob.
"May I?" asked Willow. Frowning, Liana nodded. Willow smiled, and opened the closet door. A boy, about her age, maybe older stumbled out of the closet smiling. Willows eyes widened with shock, then smiled sheepishly.
"Hi!" The boy said, smiling. "My name's Daniel."
Smiling, Willow opened eyes to look at the concrete ceiling of her cell once again.
"Get up, girl." A rough voice jerked Willow back to reality. A huge hand jerked Willow up, sending shooting pains up her battered legs and arms. "Come on. It's time to meet the king."
The room was silent, except for her ragged breathing, as her once beautiful dress rose and fell. Willow, the princess of Annador, now lay in a concrete cell in Ondalisia, with her mother, father, and brothers somewhere nearby by, waiting for what Willow was sure would be a death sentence. Willow glared at the ceiling as she thought of Daniel, the prince of Nurdion, whom she was supposed to marry, before her kingdom was taken and her family held captive god knows where.
Daniel was a tall, handsome boy with brownish, almost black hair, a chiseled face, and a darker shade of skin. Even though it was an arranged marriage, Willow had been excited. She had had a huge crush on him ever since she met him. Willow smiled at the memory.
Willow walked into the bedroom, along with a girl with beautiful red hair and freckles sprinkled over her nose. Laughing, Willow and Liana sat down on a neatly made bed, with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Smoothing their dresses, the girls continued to talk, laughing and smiling. They talked, until a loud thud resounded from Liana's closet.
"What was that?" Willow asked
"I don't know..." Liana mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear. Willow stood from the bed, carefully smoothing creases from her beautiful, blue dress. It was short, so she could run, even though her mother disapproved of it. Willow had actually cut off the bottom of the silk dress and sewed the seams. She was so good with a needle, no one could tell that the dress hadn't been made that way. Walking to the closet door, Willow turned to face Liana, her hand on the closet's doorknob.
"May I?" asked Willow. Frowning, Liana nodded. Willow smiled, and opened the closet door. A boy, about her age, maybe older stumbled out of the closet smiling. Willows eyes widened with shock, then smiled sheepishly.
"Hi!" The boy said, smiling. "My name's Daniel."
Smiling, Willow opened eyes to look at the concrete ceiling of her cell once again.
"Get up, girl." A rough voice jerked Willow back to reality. A huge hand jerked Willow up, sending shooting pains up her battered legs and arms. "Come on. It's time to meet the king."
Dishin' & Swishin'
I'm so petrified, I have basketball tryouts in three days. Last year for basketball I was in sixth grade and made the seventh grade team, otherwise known as the B-team. This year I am in seventh grade and I want to make the A-team. I really feel as if I do my best I can make the team, although I am quite nervous.
I have played basketball for many years, and over those many years I have gotten exceptionally good. I love basketball and practice it daily. Everyday I get to the school around 7:00 which gives me lots of time to practice. My whole family plays basketball and my parents are very good, so I get a ton of great advice and inspiration.
I have played basketball for many years, and over those many years I have gotten exceptionally good. I love basketball and practice it daily. Everyday I get to the school around 7:00 which gives me lots of time to practice. My whole family plays basketball and my parents are very good, so I get a ton of great advice and inspiration.
Another reason why I would love to make the A-team is because I would be playing with all the kids I have played with my whole life. Although I am very stressed and nervous that I won't make the A-team, and I have a lot of pressure because the eighth graders want me to make the team. But the last few days my dad had been talking to me about not being worried.
Along with being nervous, I am quite confident because I am very athletic and have played for many years. No matter how nervous I am, I'm going to just try my hardest on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. And I'll find out the results of which team I make on Wednesday after tryouts.
Can't wait!
The Lost Battle of Cancer
Part 1:
In bed she lies
Overtaken by sleep
She lies in rest and peace
Atop a bed of roses
Goodbye said he
One last wish
A final kiss
Atop a bed of roses
A mother wept
The pain of debt
Atop a bed of roses
Prayers are given
A sorrowful whimper has escaped
She is mourned
But we are not forewarned
Atop a bed of roses
Lost in battle
Gained her wings
Atop a bed of roses
Bravery and strength
Unwavering until the end
Unfairly taken by eternal sleep
It will eventuate again
Atop a bed of roses
In bed she lies
Overtaken by sleep
She lies in rest and peace
Atop a bed of roses
Goodbye said he
One last wish
A final kiss
Atop a bed of roses
A mother wept
The pain of debt
Atop a bed of roses
Prayers are given
A sorrowful whimper has escaped
She is mourned
But we are not forewarned
Atop a bed of roses
Lost in battle
Gained her wings
Atop a bed of roses
Bravery and strength
Unwavering until the end
Unfairly taken by eternal sleep
It will eventuate again
Atop a bed of roses
Manitou Mountain Monsters
On a brisk Saturday morning, I rode with the Manitou Mountain Monsters club. Jackson D. and I were riding in the front of the group. The wind blew through our hair and beautiful green and yellow bike jerseys. Jackson and I stopped at a tricky technical section to wait for the coaches. Then, a rookie on a sleek, silver, and green bike came flying by trying to ride it like a boss.
Unfortunately he failed.
Unfortunately he failed.
Don't Look
Chapter One:
It was early in the morning of September 2, 2016. Possibly 1:25 in the morning. I woke up, extremely thirsty for water, and walked down to the kitchen. Since the heater wasn't on, it was only about 55 degrees inside. As I tiptoed to the fridge, I heard a slight knock coming from the front door. I went to see who was knocking at this time, but nobody was there. The porch light suddenly turned on, and for the second it was on, I swear I saw a figure.
The light was off, leaving me in disbelief as fear took over my body. I stood there, frightened about what I just saw. Slowly, I walked over to the light switch and my shaky hand reached out to light up the porch. Sure enough, it was there. This time though, it stayed, just standing there as if it was frozen. I saw a bony hand reach out to tap the front door, as if trying to taunt me. My dogs started to bark, but as if the world just went on mute they became silent. The doorknob began to rattle until it clicked open, letting in the imposter. At that moment, I took off like a rabbit being hunted by a wolf. I flew to a hiding place, hoping it wouldn't know.
All of a sudden, I heard laughing, and the light came on. The creature unmasked itself, revealing it was my best, perky friend, Sheila. I was upset and embarrassed at first, but then I began laughing till I cried. My other friend, Tara, came out of the bathroom with a radio that made the sound of dogs barking. Tara, in between her laughs, said, "I can't believe you fell for it! You actually thought a creature was coming in! I'm so happy right now, you don't even know! Don't worry, your parents knew we were doing this. They won't get mad at us."
I was exhausted, so I told my friends they could spend the night (even though it was a Thursday) and we fell straight into a deep sleep.
It was early in the morning of September 2, 2016. Possibly 1:25 in the morning. I woke up, extremely thirsty for water, and walked down to the kitchen. Since the heater wasn't on, it was only about 55 degrees inside. As I tiptoed to the fridge, I heard a slight knock coming from the front door. I went to see who was knocking at this time, but nobody was there. The porch light suddenly turned on, and for the second it was on, I swear I saw a figure.
The light was off, leaving me in disbelief as fear took over my body. I stood there, frightened about what I just saw. Slowly, I walked over to the light switch and my shaky hand reached out to light up the porch. Sure enough, it was there. This time though, it stayed, just standing there as if it was frozen. I saw a bony hand reach out to tap the front door, as if trying to taunt me. My dogs started to bark, but as if the world just went on mute they became silent. The doorknob began to rattle until it clicked open, letting in the imposter. At that moment, I took off like a rabbit being hunted by a wolf. I flew to a hiding place, hoping it wouldn't know.
All of a sudden, I heard laughing, and the light came on. The creature unmasked itself, revealing it was my best, perky friend, Sheila. I was upset and embarrassed at first, but then I began laughing till I cried. My other friend, Tara, came out of the bathroom with a radio that made the sound of dogs barking. Tara, in between her laughs, said, "I can't believe you fell for it! You actually thought a creature was coming in! I'm so happy right now, you don't even know! Don't worry, your parents knew we were doing this. They won't get mad at us."
I was exhausted, so I told my friends they could spend the night (even though it was a Thursday) and we fell straight into a deep sleep.
Classified Knowledge
Part 1
In a town that shouldn't even be called a town, more like a city, a city so big and boisterous; known for its intimidatingly tall buildings and skyscrapers. These high-rise buildings held more than 100 stories. There are about 150 floors per building.
This city holds a wide range of people. Tourists, businesswomen, stay-at-home dads, and just basic college kids all fill this city. On the streets there are many people either bustling around late for things or just enjoying the city's many great attributes. But just like any city, it had a fault.
The government kept most of the people away from the secret. Keyword MOST. Not everybody was oblivious to this secret though. A sliver of people couldn't help not knowing about it. It was in their blood. They just had to find out. There was no way to not learn about it.
They were forced to absorb the information. It was how they were made to be. They were born to know everybody's secrets, so they hid from all people trying to hurt them. These people have lived all their life concealed from the public. But now they have a reason to come out of hiding.
In a town that shouldn't even be called a town, more like a city, a city so big and boisterous; known for its intimidatingly tall buildings and skyscrapers. These high-rise buildings held more than 100 stories. There are about 150 floors per building.
This city holds a wide range of people. Tourists, businesswomen, stay-at-home dads, and just basic college kids all fill this city. On the streets there are many people either bustling around late for things or just enjoying the city's many great attributes. But just like any city, it had a fault.
The government kept most of the people away from the secret. Keyword MOST. Not everybody was oblivious to this secret though. A sliver of people couldn't help not knowing about it. It was in their blood. They just had to find out. There was no way to not learn about it.
They were forced to absorb the information. It was how they were made to be. They were born to know everybody's secrets, so they hid from all people trying to hurt them. These people have lived all their life concealed from the public. But now they have a reason to come out of hiding.
The Marvelous Sport of a Ball and a Foot
We have been given talents
So we can accomplish great feats
Mine?
A ball at my feet
I can be unstoppable
Blast by people with ease
The joy of glancing back
To see those watching aghast
As I bolted by them
Straight to the goal
If anyone tries to stop me
They'll be made a straight-out-fool
outside to inside
Right to left
Scissors scissors
Down to the eighteen
I'm stopped there
And can't get through
Only one thought goes through my head
They think that will stop me?
Sliding to the ground
Just getting the ball off my feet
Goalie dives players sigh
As the ball hits the back of the net
Thank you, for a ball at my feet!
As I bolted by them
Straight to the goal
If anyone tries to stop me
They'll be made a straight-out-fool
outside to inside
Right to left
Scissors scissors
Down to the eighteen
I'm stopped there
And can't get through
Only one thought goes through my head
They think that will stop me?
Sliding to the ground
Just getting the ball off my feet
Goalie dives players sigh
As the ball hits the back of the net
Thank you, for a ball at my feet!
My Cooking Adventure
I walked into the kitchen and yelled, "Mom, I need to make food for language arts." She looked at me with a confused expression. "Can I make eggs?" I asked.
She said, "Sure." I walked over to a drawer and pulled out a pot. I put it on my head and started making Star Wars sounds.
"Pew, pew, zzzzz, zzzz pew, pew, pew." My mom told me to take the pot off my head and wash it right away. I did that, and then I grabbed a pan. I set it on the stove, grabbed two eggs, and then a bowl. I took the first egg and tried to be really cool and crack it like a master chef, but half the egg missed the bowl. My mom looked at me and told me to clean the mess up. After that I cracked the other egg in the bowl and added a big drip of milk. I whisked the eggs up until it looked good enough to drink.
I poured the eggs in the pan and got cooking. I stood there for a couple minutes and nothing happened. There was something wrong. "The stove is out of gas!" I yelled to my mom.
"Maybe it would help if you turned the stove on first," she suggested. I turned the stove on and watched the eggs as they cooked. I moved the eggs around to make sure every piece was just right. I added a touch of salt and a dab of pepper for flavoring. I placed the eggs on the plate then went to the couch to eat them. On my way there, my brother walked up to me and asked if I made him any eggs. I slowly shook my head.
He took the plate out of my hands and walked away, enjoying my master piece.
She said, "Sure." I walked over to a drawer and pulled out a pot. I put it on my head and started making Star Wars sounds.
"Pew, pew, zzzzz, zzzz pew, pew, pew." My mom told me to take the pot off my head and wash it right away. I did that, and then I grabbed a pan. I set it on the stove, grabbed two eggs, and then a bowl. I took the first egg and tried to be really cool and crack it like a master chef, but half the egg missed the bowl. My mom looked at me and told me to clean the mess up. After that I cracked the other egg in the bowl and added a big drip of milk. I whisked the eggs up until it looked good enough to drink.
I poured the eggs in the pan and got cooking. I stood there for a couple minutes and nothing happened. There was something wrong. "The stove is out of gas!" I yelled to my mom.
"Maybe it would help if you turned the stove on first," she suggested. I turned the stove on and watched the eggs as they cooked. I moved the eggs around to make sure every piece was just right. I added a touch of salt and a dab of pepper for flavoring. I placed the eggs on the plate then went to the couch to eat them. On my way there, my brother walked up to me and asked if I made him any eggs. I slowly shook my head.
He took the plate out of my hands and walked away, enjoying my master piece.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Food Story
I was thinking of what to cook when I got a glimpse of a crescent moon shape turd that had come from the buttocks of my dog. I then had an epiphany of what to cook up in my kitchen: shrimp.
"SHRIMP! I NEED SHRIMP!" I yelled to my mother. She looked at me, surprised, and ran out of the house. A few minutes later my mom bounded in with a fudge-ton of shrimp. I got straight to work with shelling, and seasoning them with some marvelous spices. I then placed the shrimp into a pan and put the heat to high, after a few minutes I flipped the shrimp and let them sit for a few minutes.
I then served those suckers to my slaves.
"SHRIMP! I NEED SHRIMP!" I yelled to my mother. She looked at me, surprised, and ran out of the house. A few minutes later my mom bounded in with a fudge-ton of shrimp. I got straight to work with shelling, and seasoning them with some marvelous spices. I then placed the shrimp into a pan and put the heat to high, after a few minutes I flipped the shrimp and let them sit for a few minutes.
I then served those suckers to my slaves.
The Mist
The mist comes crawling in
Whispers break the silence
The clock bell strikes twelve
Doors lock and shutters close
There is silence and nothing more
A figure in the street
Walks door to door and then
There is nothing more
The sun is rising, eliminating
The bricks and rubble
Cries and shouts
Echo through the streets
But they can not be heard
For death has strut there
And taken them in
Never to see again
The whispers spread to the near by town
Tomorrow night it will be them
To enter deaths home
Fear creeps in through
Every crack and every cranny
the mind has been conquered
But amongst the death
There is a flower creeping up
Sending a message to the world
That there is hope
You just have to believe it to see it
Tomorrow night it will be them
To enter deaths home
Fear creeps in through
Every crack and every cranny
the mind has been conquered
But amongst the death
There is a flower creeping up
Sending a message to the world
That there is hope
You just have to believe it to see it
War
You head to war, less than a half of a mile away.
The intenseness growing in the back of your
mind, but you are serene on the outer side. Your mind
telling you no, but your heart remembering why you
do this, for your family, and the freedom of your country.
You brake into a run straight to a huge wall holding
You brake into a run straight to a huge wall holding
the enemy inside. Arrows flying past your face. Friends
falling left and right, but you still run. Your shrill heart
aching as cold, salty tears run down your dirt covered face.
You're at the wall shooting your arrows as you see the enemy fall.
Fate on the Battlefield
One, two, three, went the beats as Charlie and his solemn friends marched into battle. He was only fourteen and had run away from his home. As he shut his grit-filled eyes he tried his best to imagine what his family was doing at the moment. Anything to take his racing mind off of the inevitable. His mother, Murial, was most likely making dinner for his younger sister, Angeline, as she bickered and complained about her day.
Charlie's father had dishonorably died in the war, and Charlie felt that it was his duty to clear his name. I'll make you proud this time pops, he encouraged himself.A salty tear slid down his cheek, leaving a trail of clear skin on his now darkened face, as he entered the battlefield. He silently crossed his aching heart to his beloved sister. The last time he had seen her as he was slipping out the window into the harsh night, he was told to cross his heart, hope to die, stick a needle in his eye. And that's exactly what he did.
His feet trembled as he awaited his doom. No, don't think like that, he thought. He needed to stay alive for his sister and mother. He wouldn't go like his dad, he just wouldn't. He would prove them all wrong. He had to prove them all wrong.
My Potato Soup Adventure
I stumbled through the door. Racing, I ran to the kitchen because I remembered I had cooking homework in Language Arts. Frantically, I scavenged through the fridge for something to cook. Thankfully I saw some left over potato soup and felt devious. I took out a ladle and scooped out some potato soup. I put a plastic cover over the cold, wholesome, potato soup then put it in the microwave for a minute and thirty seconds. After about thirty seconds, I heard a pop in the microwave.
"Oh dang," I gasped.
I looked in and I saw that the microwave had burnt a hole in the plastic cover. Carelessly, I shrugged and put it back in the microwave and pretended it had never happened. After the time was up, I took the meal out of the microwave. Angrily, I threw away the cover and realized the soup was ugly. I sprinkled some cheese and basil on top and it was as ready as it could ever be. Knowingly, I took a picture of it to post on Canvas and made sure when I took the picture to cover up the uglier parts. Quickly, I turned in the picture and was pretty pleased with the results. I then gorged upon its beauty.
I tasted some of the plastic cover in the soup, but I still ate the whole thing in about a minute.
"Oh dang," I gasped.
I looked in and I saw that the microwave had burnt a hole in the plastic cover. Carelessly, I shrugged and put it back in the microwave and pretended it had never happened. After the time was up, I took the meal out of the microwave. Angrily, I threw away the cover and realized the soup was ugly. I sprinkled some cheese and basil on top and it was as ready as it could ever be. Knowingly, I took a picture of it to post on Canvas and made sure when I took the picture to cover up the uglier parts. Quickly, I turned in the picture and was pretty pleased with the results. I then gorged upon its beauty.
I tasted some of the plastic cover in the soup, but I still ate the whole thing in about a minute.
When Stuck in a Trench: A To-Do LIst
SCREAM!
wait...
SCREAM! Again...
Wait more...
Contemplate how you got stuck in this trench.
Seriously, how are you in a trench?
There's a bridge across. How'd you miss it?
Think about random stuff.
Wait...
Think...
Think more...
And more...
And more...
And more...
Wait for help.
Wait...
Just wait...
SCREAM FOR HELP!!!
...
...
...
Nothing?
Really?
Help
help
school starts too early
I want to fall asleep
during math for
2+96
causes me to weep
language arts
has made me doze
off the words
of my book slow
me down
until
i
am
zzz
school starts too early
I want to fall asleep
during math for
2+96
causes me to weep
language arts
has made me doze
off the words
of my book slow
me down
until
i
am
zzz
Fall yall🍁🍂🍃
As we drive on the new paved road with my head outside the window, my hair whips behind my head. I feel a pure silence edging on me. It's fall. The leaves are changing their ways as I see leaves whip past my eyes. It's getting dryer as the leaves crush against our feet. The day ends abruptly, summer is losing, fall has won the battle. The animals are running for shelter away from the evil blood-piercing winds that fall brings. The leaves are falling and falling till they hit the fragile ground.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Other Beings
I'm definitely one for conspiracy theories. One that I kind of thought of myself is that what if we are being controlled by some weird type of government over-ruler. With cameras and recorders, but there some type of better and bigger being. Not exactly humans, but close enough, basically just a bigger more enchanted version of humans.
Almost like we're the characters in a video game, they can kind of control us and see what's going on, but in some way we can still control ourselves just a bit, like some type of dystopian themed book. And some people have more self-thoughts than others, they can see more of reality than other people can.
Reading what I'm writing now looks like it probably is a plot for some dystopian-themed book. If you've ever read 1984 by George Orwell you will see a connection to what I'm thinking about and the plot. The only main difference is that in 1984 it's just like the government is watching over them and controlling them by the mind, not literally, what I'm thinking of is more physical rather than mental, and the people just accept what's happening. They think they have control when they really don't.
This is also probably a real conspiracy that people have already made up and written about or done some type of interview on.
Almost like we're the characters in a video game, they can kind of control us and see what's going on, but in some way we can still control ourselves just a bit, like some type of dystopian themed book. And some people have more self-thoughts than others, they can see more of reality than other people can.
Reading what I'm writing now looks like it probably is a plot for some dystopian-themed book. If you've ever read 1984 by George Orwell you will see a connection to what I'm thinking about and the plot. The only main difference is that in 1984 it's just like the government is watching over them and controlling them by the mind, not literally, what I'm thinking of is more physical rather than mental, and the people just accept what's happening. They think they have control when they really don't.
This is also probably a real conspiracy that people have already made up and written about or done some type of interview on.
🍂Fall🍁
Leaves are slowly changing,
Yellow, orange, red,
Weather starts to cool,
Hats go on our heads.
The clocks they go an hour back,
Less light in the day,
I hope to run and have some fun,
Outside where I play.
Raking leaves is another thing,
Almost like a chore,
But when the wind starts to blow,
I have to do it more,
Pumpkin carving's coming soon,
The faces made to scare,
Halloween's a holiday,
Costumes everywhere.
In conclusion, I like fall,
So much stuff to do,
Celebrate this lovely season,
Maybe you will too! ;)
Yellow, orange, red,
Weather starts to cool,
Hats go on our heads.
The clocks they go an hour back,
Less light in the day,
I hope to run and have some fun,
Outside where I play.
Raking leaves is another thing,
Almost like a chore,
But when the wind starts to blow,
I have to do it more,
Pumpkin carving's coming soon,
The faces made to scare,
Halloween's a holiday,
Costumes everywhere.
In conclusion, I like fall,
So much stuff to do,
Celebrate this lovely season,
Maybe you will too! ;)
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