Green grass fading
autum trees ablazing
it's cool crisp air, the feeling overtakes.
along enticing stare, as leaves blanket the lake
As day breaks and fades away
night creeps and stars weep
Streets fill with little monsters
collecting their due, expecting a full moon
Along the ridge the lonely wolf howls
at the cold lonely nights, its October now.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
October
It's early October,
the leaves are changing to copper.
The air is cool and crisp.
You wake before dawn and head
for the mountains, bow in hand.
You reach the tree that securely
holds your stand, you climb.
As you reach the seat you sit just as
day begins to break in the horizon, and the
birds begin to chirp as they wake from a night of silence.
You watch the squirrels run and chase another
beneath you on the ground below.
Waiting patiently for that trophy buck
to walk your way, you can't help to think,
this must be Heaven on Earth.
It's early October, and
the leaves are changing to copper.
the leaves are changing to copper.
The air is cool and crisp.
You wake before dawn and head
for the mountains, bow in hand.
You reach the tree that securely
holds your stand, you climb.
As you reach the seat you sit just as
day begins to break in the horizon, and the
birds begin to chirp as they wake from a night of silence.
You watch the squirrels run and chase another
beneath you on the ground below.
Waiting patiently for that trophy buck
to walk your way, you can't help to think,
this must be Heaven on Earth.
It's early October, and
the leaves are changing to copper.
Thinking
were you thinking,
thinking about me?
Was i that thought,
The thought in the back of your mind?
How could you do this?
Hurt me like that?
Was she worth it,
was she worth all the pain,
the pain you caused me?
Your gonna miss me,
your gonna want me back.
But baby you can kiss this relationship
Good-bye
thinking about me?
Was i that thought,
The thought in the back of your mind?
How could you do this?
Hurt me like that?
Was she worth it,
was she worth all the pain,
the pain you caused me?
Your gonna miss me,
your gonna want me back.
But baby you can kiss this relationship
Good-bye
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Creeping Frost
Here i lay
one last breath
staring upward,
with no sun left
I feel it now
the cold comes slow
as pain fades
my face fades pale as snow
The raw beauty
distracts my mind
all the memories
mask my demise
stuck in a dream
frozen in time
forever and ever
enclosed behind my eyes
The Slytherin Family
Some people swore that the house was haunted, but to us it was cursed. On the outskirts of this spooky one horse town known as Lynndendale, Wisconsin stood a rugged old farmhouse. Built in the early 1930's by a family with many, many dark secrets. All the town's people did not dare drive pass the old spooky house. Many, if not all the people would drive the two hours out of route just to bypass the old house. I guess your wondering what it was about the house that made it spooky, so let's take a stoll down memory lane.
In the early 1930's, a family of seven known as the Slytherin's came to town. They purchased a hundered acre lot, where they built their two story farmhouse. As the weeks and months passed things mysteriously started happening. One day a frightened and panicked town's man named Joseph came peddling into town. As he stopped in front of the general country store where all the town's people hung around in the evenings, the town's people just stared at him, wondering what had him so frightened. Gasping for air Joseph finally spoke of what he just saw.
"As I was riding my bike down the road, and as I passed the Slytherin's place I seen that they were out in the front yard standing around a big kettle that was being heated by a small fire. As I strolled on passed I seen that they were putting something into the kettle. I blinked to get a clear image and they were putting small bottles full of some sort of liquid into the kettle. With every bottle they put in, the kettle would burst out a flame and a puff of smoke, as they were saying what sounded like a spell. Then they looked at me and each of them had an evil look on their faces."
After taking a deep breath Joseph finally shouted,'
"They're witches!"
The town's people gasped. Could it be true what they just heard? They all decided to grab their torches and pitch forks and march to the Slytherin's house. When they arrived there the family stood, just like Joseph said they were. The entire town's people tied the Slytherin's up with a rope, waiting to hang such horrible people. Before the rope was released to hang them, the Slytherin's cursed whoever came onto their property, then they were hung. Nothing was ever the same after that.
In the early 1930's, a family of seven known as the Slytherin's came to town. They purchased a hundered acre lot, where they built their two story farmhouse. As the weeks and months passed things mysteriously started happening. One day a frightened and panicked town's man named Joseph came peddling into town. As he stopped in front of the general country store where all the town's people hung around in the evenings, the town's people just stared at him, wondering what had him so frightened. Gasping for air Joseph finally spoke of what he just saw.
"As I was riding my bike down the road, and as I passed the Slytherin's place I seen that they were out in the front yard standing around a big kettle that was being heated by a small fire. As I strolled on passed I seen that they were putting something into the kettle. I blinked to get a clear image and they were putting small bottles full of some sort of liquid into the kettle. With every bottle they put in, the kettle would burst out a flame and a puff of smoke, as they were saying what sounded like a spell. Then they looked at me and each of them had an evil look on their faces."
After taking a deep breath Joseph finally shouted,'
"They're witches!"
The town's people gasped. Could it be true what they just heard? They all decided to grab their torches and pitch forks and march to the Slytherin's house. When they arrived there the family stood, just like Joseph said they were. The entire town's people tied the Slytherin's up with a rope, waiting to hang such horrible people. Before the rope was released to hang them, the Slytherin's cursed whoever came onto their property, then they were hung. Nothing was ever the same after that.
January
Outside is cold, so cold,
Coats are always required.
Inside warm, under blankets,
curled up close to the fire.
The snow falls thick,
light as a feather.
Finally! no school due
to inclemate weather.
The air is crisp,
the ground is hard.
I gain a year and
yet another birthday card.
Coats are always required.
Inside warm, under blankets,
curled up close to the fire.
The snow falls thick,
light as a feather.
Finally! no school due
to inclemate weather.
The air is crisp,
the ground is hard.
I gain a year and
yet another birthday card.
haunted house
~HAUNTED HOUSE~
Some people swore that house was haunted! 404 West Spring Street, you know me and my friends were talking about how they said it was just a myth that two kids, two beautiful girls got murdered by their step dad after their mom had passed away. But I couldn’t tell you if it was true or not but I was determined to find out. So I and my two friends Will and Jen were saying how they aren’t scared of anything and so I decided to tell them “fine you’re not scared then go with me tonight to house well see if it’s haunted and if you’re scared.”
They both looked at me like I had arms growing out of my head, but after Jen looked at me she said she would go with me to prove that she wasn’t scared of ghost or anything, she looked at Will with attitude and said “so? You coming?” he looked kind of scared to answer with a yes but also a no but he eventually said “fine I’ll go!” so I replied with alright well 12:00,midnight is when we will all meet at the house. In the mean time I was making maps/plans on how to get into the house and if anything were to happen getting out is more hard and important.
I made copies of the map/plans for going in and getting out quick. But as 12:00 roles by I’m looking at this house I’m standing in front of kind of scared to go in better much just look at it. When Jen and Will finally showed up after I had thought they were bailing on me…I handed them the paper with everything on it they looked at me in fright and said “well…le...Let’s go… so we open the rusted old rickety metal fence and walked through the lawn to get to the nearest window since the door was boarded up but I could tell Jen was scared cause she was griping my arm so tight it turned bright red!
So as were looking around the house Jen lets go because she sees something interesting or suspicious. So as me and Will look around and walked into the old gross molding in the walls kitchen. Right as we walked in there we heard a screech and then Jen screaming and then silence throughout the whole house, Will made a run for it and jumped out the window we came through just left me there alone not knowing if Jen was okay or not. But as scared as I was I had to find Jen and get out of there as fast as I could, but as I find the doorway she went through I crept down the squeaky steps and all I had seen was one of Jens leg and then it got jerked into the darkness I screamed dropped the flashlight and ran!
As I got to school the next day Will had come up to me and asked me if Jen was okay I had to tell him, he started freaking out and I said okay well listen Will I don’t care what you want to say or think of this but if the cops or anybody asks you if you know what happened to her or where she is just say no! Okay! He nodded the cops eventually gave up her case and the only people who had known were me and Will, but nothing was ever the same again after that!
Some people swore that house was haunted! 404 West Spring Street, you know me and my friends were talking about how they said it was just a myth that two kids, two beautiful girls got murdered by their step dad after their mom had passed away. But I couldn’t tell you if it was true or not but I was determined to find out. So I and my two friends Will and Jen were saying how they aren’t scared of anything and so I decided to tell them “fine you’re not scared then go with me tonight to house well see if it’s haunted and if you’re scared.”
They both looked at me like I had arms growing out of my head, but after Jen looked at me she said she would go with me to prove that she wasn’t scared of ghost or anything, she looked at Will with attitude and said “so? You coming?” he looked kind of scared to answer with a yes but also a no but he eventually said “fine I’ll go!” so I replied with alright well 12:00,midnight is when we will all meet at the house. In the mean time I was making maps/plans on how to get into the house and if anything were to happen getting out is more hard and important.
I made copies of the map/plans for going in and getting out quick. But as 12:00 roles by I’m looking at this house I’m standing in front of kind of scared to go in better much just look at it. When Jen and Will finally showed up after I had thought they were bailing on me…I handed them the paper with everything on it they looked at me in fright and said “well…le...Let’s go… so we open the rusted old rickety metal fence and walked through the lawn to get to the nearest window since the door was boarded up but I could tell Jen was scared cause she was griping my arm so tight it turned bright red!
So as were looking around the house Jen lets go because she sees something interesting or suspicious. So as me and Will look around and walked into the old gross molding in the walls kitchen. Right as we walked in there we heard a screech and then Jen screaming and then silence throughout the whole house, Will made a run for it and jumped out the window we came through just left me there alone not knowing if Jen was okay or not. But as scared as I was I had to find Jen and get out of there as fast as I could, but as I find the doorway she went through I crept down the squeaky steps and all I had seen was one of Jens leg and then it got jerked into the darkness I screamed dropped the flashlight and ran!
As I got to school the next day Will had come up to me and asked me if Jen was okay I had to tell him, he started freaking out and I said okay well listen Will I don’t care what you want to say or think of this but if the cops or anybody asks you if you know what happened to her or where she is just say no! Okay! He nodded the cops eventually gave up her case and the only people who had known were me and Will, but nothing was ever the same again after that!
All About Him
His eyes as green as clear sea glass
his hair as black as night.
His skin so tan and golden
his teeth so straight and whiite.
His kisses soft and sweet
his hugs secure and strong.
His love so right and true
he's never done me wrong.
Always there for me
never far away.
Holds me when i cry
and knows exactly what to say.
He is my one and only
nothing can sever
the love that we have
he's my always and forever.
his hair as black as night.
His skin so tan and golden
his teeth so straight and whiite.
His kisses soft and sweet
his hugs secure and strong.
His love so right and true
he's never done me wrong.
Always there for me
never far away.
Holds me when i cry
and knows exactly what to say.
He is my one and only
nothing can sever
the love that we have
he's my always and forever.
November
Pumkins and pies
Orange, brown, and red kind of day
Leaves of every different color
Wind blowing everything my way
Crunch sounds as you walk
A warm coat and my favorite hat
Inside theres a feast on the table
Turkey, mashed potatoes, and stuffing
Fireplace on high
It's deffintly November
Orange, brown, and red kind of day
Leaves of every different color
Wind blowing everything my way
Crunch sounds as you walk
A warm coat and my favorite hat
Inside theres a feast on the table
Turkey, mashed potatoes, and stuffing
Fireplace on high
It's deffintly November
sizzeled, spiced, fried
Momma makes it often
a very common meat
sizzeled, spiced, fried
delicious from leg, breast to thigh
baked and ready to serve
tummy rumbling
tongue watering, hot!
KFC and Popeye's can't compete
Home cooking is the best
from the soul and heart
and my mom sure knows
where to start.
a very common meat
sizzeled, spiced, fried
delicious from leg, breast to thigh
baked and ready to serve
tummy rumbling
tongue watering, hot!
KFC and Popeye's can't compete
Home cooking is the best
from the soul and heart
and my mom sure knows
where to start.
Haunted
Some people swore that the house was haunted, I thought otherwise. It was just an old house that creaked and groaned, filled with nothing but dust, cobwebs, and old furniture. Everyone says they’ve either seen or heard the ghost. The ghost of a teenage boy who died in that house. How he died? Well that’s a mystery. Was the body ever found? At first yes, but then it disappeared. It’s either somewhere in the old 3 story house, or it could possibly be at the bottom of a river. I on the other hand, don’t believe any of it. It’s just a story for people to make up when they have nothing else to do in their boring, anti-social lives. My friends though, wanting to prove me wrong, decided I would stay the night in the old, creaky house for the next two nights. I of course, agreed. When there’s a chance to prove that this town is full of idiots and there’s no such things as ghosts, I’m going to take it.
“Ok here’s the deal, for the next two days you’re going to spend the night in the old house,” my friend Sam says,” no excuses and no leaving for the next two days.”
She hands me my backpack which is filled with clothes and food.
“By the end of the night, you’ll definitely know that there is a ghost,” my other friend Alex tells me with a smirk on his face.
It was already seven o’ clock. With one last look at my friends, I walk on up to the door.
I turn around,” Trust me, there’s nothing in there but dust and dirt.” I walk inside and close the door leaving myself in there for the next two days.
It was boring actually. The only entertainment I had was drawing funny stick figures in the inch of dust that covered the floor. After I got bored with that, I decided to explore the house. It took me two hours because I didn’t spend much time in each room. There were at least ten bedrooms, five bathrooms, an attic, a basement, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and one of those dumbwaiter things or whatever. I sat there munching on my granola bar when I heard a loud thump on the second floor. I slowly got up trying not to make a sound. I made my way slowly up the staircase and towards the sound. It leads me to a room at the end of the hall. Apparently one that I missed when exploring. Opening the door my eyes go wide. In the middle of the room there was a boy about my age hanging in midair trying to get on the chair, but only hitting the end of it making a thumping noise. I blink and the image is gone. I shake my head. Obviously the lack of sleep is getting to me. I head back downstairs and sit back down. By now it’s almost 10:00 pm. I lay down to sleep and close to 10 min later I hear a sound. Sort of a scuffling sound.
“Hello,” I call loudly,” Is anybody there?”
I shake my head. Yeah, if someone wants to scare me there really going to yell “Yeah I’m in the kitchen, want a sandwich?” The noise stops and I lay down figuring I was dreaming. I hear it again and open my eyes to see a pale white teenage boy staring at me. He was transparent. He had a rope burn around his neck and his mouth was open in a silent scream. I scream loudly and run out of the house. My friends were right. There is a ghost, and nothing was ever the same again after that.
“Ok here’s the deal, for the next two days you’re going to spend the night in the old house,” my friend Sam says,” no excuses and no leaving for the next two days.”
She hands me my backpack which is filled with clothes and food.
“By the end of the night, you’ll definitely know that there is a ghost,” my other friend Alex tells me with a smirk on his face.
It was already seven o’ clock. With one last look at my friends, I walk on up to the door.
I turn around,” Trust me, there’s nothing in there but dust and dirt.” I walk inside and close the door leaving myself in there for the next two days.
It was boring actually. The only entertainment I had was drawing funny stick figures in the inch of dust that covered the floor. After I got bored with that, I decided to explore the house. It took me two hours because I didn’t spend much time in each room. There were at least ten bedrooms, five bathrooms, an attic, a basement, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and one of those dumbwaiter things or whatever. I sat there munching on my granola bar when I heard a loud thump on the second floor. I slowly got up trying not to make a sound. I made my way slowly up the staircase and towards the sound. It leads me to a room at the end of the hall. Apparently one that I missed when exploring. Opening the door my eyes go wide. In the middle of the room there was a boy about my age hanging in midair trying to get on the chair, but only hitting the end of it making a thumping noise. I blink and the image is gone. I shake my head. Obviously the lack of sleep is getting to me. I head back downstairs and sit back down. By now it’s almost 10:00 pm. I lay down to sleep and close to 10 min later I hear a sound. Sort of a scuffling sound.
“Hello,” I call loudly,” Is anybody there?”
I shake my head. Yeah, if someone wants to scare me there really going to yell “Yeah I’m in the kitchen, want a sandwich?” The noise stops and I lay down figuring I was dreaming. I hear it again and open my eyes to see a pale white teenage boy staring at me. He was transparent. He had a rope burn around his neck and his mouth was open in a silent scream. I scream loudly and run out of the house. My friends were right. There is a ghost, and nothing was ever the same again after that.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Baked Butter with a Buttery Butter Sauce
“Paula Deen!!!!!!!” I screamed as I saw her strolling down the butter isle in Walmart.
“Howdy there sun!” She replied all southern like.
“I truly can’t believe I’m actually meeting you! You are my favorite chef ever!!!!” I replied bursting with excitement.
“I’m truly honored to have such a fan.” Paula replied while giving me a hug.
“I just can’t believe I’m meeting you!!!!” I squealed. “Now I must know, what is your favorite recipe?”
“Tha’d have to be baked butter with a buttery butter sauce!” She said as if she were dreaming about.
“Oh, please give me that recipe!”
“Well sure!!! All you have to do is take 3cups of cold butter and mash in 1cup of powdered butter, 2tespoons of butter extract, 1 can of condensed butter, and ½cup of butter milk. Pour the butter batter into a buttered cake round and bake for 40 min or until melted.
“Now for the sauce, get out one of my butter warming pots and melt ¾cup of butter. Whisk in 4tablespoons of confectioners butter and a teaspoon of pure butter extract!”
“That sounds absolutely buttery!!!!” My mouth salivating.
“It sure is Hon’!!” Paula said.
With that, I gave her a big hug and ran off to get all the ingrediants!
A Tree of Sound and Pixel
A tree of sound and pixel. The growth and fulfillment of technology. To the enrichment of society we harvest innovation through digital enhancement... The production of our dreams marks future achievements. May the visions start on the fundamental principals of community and entertainment; building upon that base into lifestyles and capabilities. The branches of intuition spread as they seek new light...
October
Crisp, brisk, colors;
The air is clean and bites.
Leaves fall on dying clovers.
Long, cool, nights.
Landscape, flattened cornfields,
Stalks scattered on the ground.
Deer lie in low hay fields;
Nature is all around.
The morning harvest in now and passing,
To evening dusk so clear.
Crisp, brisk, colors;
October is finally here.
The air is clean and bites.
Leaves fall on dying clovers.
Long, cool, nights.
Landscape, flattened cornfields,
Stalks scattered on the ground.
Deer lie in low hay fields;
Nature is all around.
The morning harvest in now and passing,
To evening dusk so clear.
Crisp, brisk, colors;
October is finally here.
I'm Still Me
I'm every shade of kaleidoscope color,
you'll be lucky to ever find another.
I can't be tamed, I've got a wild heart.
I'm versatile; I can play any part.
I'm the fire, hot and crazy.
I'm still the princess, and no one will change me.
Think again, I don't need anyone,
all I need is some drinks and some fun.
you'll be lucky to ever find another.
I can't be tamed, I've got a wild heart.
I'm versatile; I can play any part.
I'm the fire, hot and crazy.
I'm still the princess, and no one will change me.
Think again, I don't need anyone,
all I need is some drinks and some fun.
Me and Taylor Swift
Me: Hi I'm gabby whats your name?
Taylor Swift: What do you mean 'whats your name?' you don't know who i am?
Me: Yeah i don't know who you are. That's why i asked.
Taylor: What? I don't understand. How do you not know who I am?
Me: I just told you I don't know! How am I suppose to know who you are?
Taylor: Well for one there is a big poster of me right over there, and I am and amazing, awesome, popular, singer, song writer.
Me: How come I have never heard of you then?
Taylor: I don't know. How have you not heard of me?
Me:Well, i listen to a lot of music, but apparently you don't have good music if I haven't heard of you.
Taylor: Well, apparently you don't have good taste if you haven't heard of me.
Me:Well excuse you but I have plenty of good taste. Your the one that doesn't have good taste. Just look at what your wearing, and by the way I was going to listen to your music and give it a chance but just for get it now.
Taylor:Well what your wearing isn't any better! I don't even care if you were going to listen to my music or not, I don't want you to listen to my music anymore. I don't care I have plenty of fans.
Me:Oh yeah well then how come you don't have all those fans around you like everyone else does?
Taylor: Yeah well I have plenty of fan they just aren't here right now. your not being nice. Goodbye!
Taylor Swift: What do you mean 'whats your name?' you don't know who i am?
Me: Yeah i don't know who you are. That's why i asked.
Taylor: What? I don't understand. How do you not know who I am?
Me: I just told you I don't know! How am I suppose to know who you are?
Taylor: Well for one there is a big poster of me right over there, and I am and amazing, awesome, popular, singer, song writer.
Me: How come I have never heard of you then?
Taylor: I don't know. How have you not heard of me?
Me:Well, i listen to a lot of music, but apparently you don't have good music if I haven't heard of you.
Taylor: Well, apparently you don't have good taste if you haven't heard of me.
Me:Well excuse you but I have plenty of good taste. Your the one that doesn't have good taste. Just look at what your wearing, and by the way I was going to listen to your music and give it a chance but just for get it now.
Taylor:Well what your wearing isn't any better! I don't even care if you were going to listen to my music or not, I don't want you to listen to my music anymore. I don't care I have plenty of fans.
Me:Oh yeah well then how come you don't have all those fans around you like everyone else does?
Taylor: Yeah well I have plenty of fan they just aren't here right now. your not being nice. Goodbye!
Second Chances
Dinner at my parent’s house the previous night-
“What do you mean He is coming back?”
“Honey, do calm down. It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? Are you kidding me? You’ve known for three months he was coming back and you didn’t tell me. After everything he put me through, and you know what he put me through, you don’t think telling me the night before he comes is wrong? He broke my heart mom!”
“Honey please, I didn’t mean to upset you. Just talk to him. Give him a…”
“Don’t even; don’t even try to tell me to give him a chance. Last time I did that he walked all over me. I’m going home now to pack. Tomorrow morning I won’t be here when he comes.”
Present- Ana
Six in the morning is way too early to get up, but I am not going to be here when he arrives. You see, “He”, is actually Jake, and Jake broke my heart. We’ve known each other for 22 years, so basically since we have been one our families have been glued to each other. For years we were just best friends, but by the time we were sophomores in high school, I had fallen in love with him. By junior year he admitted that he really liked me so we decided to date. I still hadn’t told him I loved him when we graduated, because he never told me he loved me. So maybe I am partly to blame for this whole mishap. Well, graduation came along and I really wanted to stay close to my family and go to the collage fifteen minutes away from home. He always got after me saying that I was too smart to go to a “school like that”, whatever that means. Instead he wanted me to go with him to an out of state college, but I refused. We fought for days about it until he finally yelled at me and said “I thought you loved me. I really thought you did.” Then he left. Now five years later he’s coming back for a second chance. I can’t seem to get my mind to forget all the harsh things he said to me. So today I will be the one to run away. When he comes to town, I will be leaving.
Jake-
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I left her five years ago and know I’m just expecting her to take me back? I know she’s single, her mom told me she’s been single since I’ve left. Of course she’s had dates here and there, but she’s never been serious with anyone since I broke her heart. Her mom called and said she was leaving very early, so that’s why I’ve been driving non-stop since 10:00 last night. Four miles left. Please Ana, please be home..
Ana-
My car is all packed with 2 months’ worth of clothes and “lady necessities”. When he arrives in town I will be leaving. Dang it, now where are my keys? 8:00am, yep time to go, he should be here in two hours. Ok, why do I hear a truck driving, more like flying, down my drive way? Who owns a black truck? Oh crap, oh crap crap crap.
“Ana.”
“Ja-jake. What are you doing here? You weren’t sup-supposed to be here until ten.”
“Your mom called me and told me you were leaving.”
I am so going to kick her one of these days.
“Figures she would”
“Ana please forgive me. I am so sorry for the way I treated you. I never should have said those things and I never should have left.”
“You should have figured that out five years ago Jake. I can’t listen to this I have to go.”
“Ana please!”
“No! I am leav- hey let go of me!”
“Not until you hear what I have to say.”
“Then tell me already!”
“Ana, I love you.”
“ Ok that’s gre- what did you say?”
“I said I love you. I always have ever since that day in the fifth grade when you kissed me on the cheek for bringing you breakfast.”
“You remembered that?”
“Of course I did, I never forgot it.”
“Hey Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise to never let me go?”
“I promise.”
“Good, because I love you too. Always have, always will.”
“What do you mean He is coming back?”
“Honey, do calm down. It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? Are you kidding me? You’ve known for three months he was coming back and you didn’t tell me. After everything he put me through, and you know what he put me through, you don’t think telling me the night before he comes is wrong? He broke my heart mom!”
“Honey please, I didn’t mean to upset you. Just talk to him. Give him a…”
“Don’t even; don’t even try to tell me to give him a chance. Last time I did that he walked all over me. I’m going home now to pack. Tomorrow morning I won’t be here when he comes.”
Present- Ana
Six in the morning is way too early to get up, but I am not going to be here when he arrives. You see, “He”, is actually Jake, and Jake broke my heart. We’ve known each other for 22 years, so basically since we have been one our families have been glued to each other. For years we were just best friends, but by the time we were sophomores in high school, I had fallen in love with him. By junior year he admitted that he really liked me so we decided to date. I still hadn’t told him I loved him when we graduated, because he never told me he loved me. So maybe I am partly to blame for this whole mishap. Well, graduation came along and I really wanted to stay close to my family and go to the collage fifteen minutes away from home. He always got after me saying that I was too smart to go to a “school like that”, whatever that means. Instead he wanted me to go with him to an out of state college, but I refused. We fought for days about it until he finally yelled at me and said “I thought you loved me. I really thought you did.” Then he left. Now five years later he’s coming back for a second chance. I can’t seem to get my mind to forget all the harsh things he said to me. So today I will be the one to run away. When he comes to town, I will be leaving.
Jake-
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I left her five years ago and know I’m just expecting her to take me back? I know she’s single, her mom told me she’s been single since I’ve left. Of course she’s had dates here and there, but she’s never been serious with anyone since I broke her heart. Her mom called and said she was leaving very early, so that’s why I’ve been driving non-stop since 10:00 last night. Four miles left. Please Ana, please be home..
Ana-
My car is all packed with 2 months’ worth of clothes and “lady necessities”. When he arrives in town I will be leaving. Dang it, now where are my keys? 8:00am, yep time to go, he should be here in two hours. Ok, why do I hear a truck driving, more like flying, down my drive way? Who owns a black truck? Oh crap, oh crap crap crap.
“Ana.”
“Ja-jake. What are you doing here? You weren’t sup-supposed to be here until ten.”
“Your mom called me and told me you were leaving.”
I am so going to kick her one of these days.
“Figures she would”
“Ana please forgive me. I am so sorry for the way I treated you. I never should have said those things and I never should have left.”
“You should have figured that out five years ago Jake. I can’t listen to this I have to go.”
“Ana please!”
“No! I am leav- hey let go of me!”
“Not until you hear what I have to say.”
“Then tell me already!”
“Ana, I love you.”
“ Ok that’s gre- what did you say?”
“I said I love you. I always have ever since that day in the fifth grade when you kissed me on the cheek for bringing you breakfast.”
“You remembered that?”
“Of course I did, I never forgot it.”
“Hey Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise to never let me go?”
“I promise.”
“Good, because I love you too. Always have, always will.”
Chance at life
Marshall Mathers a.k.a Eminem
had two beautiful daughters
and a wife named Kim.
He never had any help growing up
especially when the streets of Detroit
started to erupt
he was corrupt.
At times he even went bankrupt
Yeah. he had bad situations
even worse then the Roswell invasions
and look at him now
making big collaborations.
Yeah. He probably, eventually pulled out a knife
until god said,"Your not ready to die.
You still get another chance at life."
Another chance, another chance, another chance at life.
His name is Marshall Bruce Mathers the third,
but I just call him Eminem the first.
Yeah, as I said before
his childhood went bad when his father walked out the door.
Yeah he was a bad kid,
he never did things right
he even was a drop out
when he was in the ninth.
But listen, he taught us all a very special lesson,
he went from so little and so much more less then
anyone he knew.
At times he probably wished that his life wasn't true,
but hard work and dedication made that untrue.
Yeah, now he's like a rollercoaster because he's up at the top,
but not all like a rollercoaster because a roller coaster stops.
And look at all the achievments in his life,
hopefully it makes him regret pulling out a knife,
I'm glad that God gave him a chance to make things right.
It was just a matter of time for slim to use his second chance at life.
had two beautiful daughters
and a wife named Kim.
He never had any help growing up
especially when the streets of Detroit
started to erupt
he was corrupt.
At times he even went bankrupt
Yeah. he had bad situations
even worse then the Roswell invasions
and look at him now
making big collaborations.
Yeah. He probably, eventually pulled out a knife
until god said,"Your not ready to die.
You still get another chance at life."
Another chance, another chance, another chance at life.
His name is Marshall Bruce Mathers the third,
but I just call him Eminem the first.
Yeah, as I said before
his childhood went bad when his father walked out the door.
Yeah he was a bad kid,
he never did things right
he even was a drop out
when he was in the ninth.
But listen, he taught us all a very special lesson,
he went from so little and so much more less then
anyone he knew.
At times he probably wished that his life wasn't true,
but hard work and dedication made that untrue.
Yeah, now he's like a rollercoaster because he's up at the top,
but not all like a rollercoaster because a roller coaster stops.
And look at all the achievments in his life,
hopefully it makes him regret pulling out a knife,
I'm glad that God gave him a chance to make things right.
It was just a matter of time for slim to use his second chance at life.
Not right.
Some people swore that the house was haunted. I believed it wasn't, until I was proved wrong.
It only took a few days after we moved in to notice that this house was not just a house. I noticed that things would dissappear, or move to other places. Stuff on my bathroom counter would be rearranged in the morning. Even though I knew it was unlike her to do so, I blamed my older sister. She denied it.
Then the faucets would turn off. I'd turn the water on, but then without warning, the water would stop coming out. I jiggled the handles, but not even a drip came out. I'd have to leave the bathroom for several minutes until I heard the water again. When I came back, my stuff on the counter would be rearranged. This became my morning routine for the next few weeks.
More continued to happen, and more we ignored. We'd find the towels we had hung up to dry in a pile on the floor soaking wet. The door to the garage would always find its way open. The drawers to our dressers and even the cabinet doors in the kitchen would all be open. Rotten smells would come from the refrigerator even though we cleaned it out several times. If someone walked by the T.V., it would make weird noises for a few seconds then go back to whatever else was currently on.
I couldn't keep track of everything. We did the best we could to ignore it. Some things we couldn't ignore, though. The oven or stove would turn on when no one was home, along with the faucets. The rabbit's cage would be destroyed, the rabbit found in a cabinet or closet on a different floor. Our cat went missing. All our food spoiled within a day or two of buying. The lightbulbs would burn out everyday. We couldn't light candles because if left, the flame would get huge and the candle would fall over. We tried flashlights but then the batteries would drain quickly.
One day, I found my nephew Austin sitting on top of the refrigerator. There was no possible way he could have gotten up there himself. Later that day after lunch, my stomach sank when I found him playing in the living room. He was talking to someone, and then I saw his train move by itself as if someone was pushing it. I called my sister, and she rushed home.
We tried to shrug it off, but one night it was storming really bad. Austin was alseep upstairs in his crib and the rest of us were sitting in the living room.
A flash of bright lighning struck not far from our house. We all jumped. I waited for the thunder... It cracked so loud that I thought the sky itself had split. As it was ending in some rumbles, I thought I heard a door hit forcefully against the wall. Just then, Austin started screaming. My sister rushed upstairs, and screamed.
We all rushed up to see Austin's door wide open and he was in his crib wrapped up in blankets. There were indents in his mattress on either side of him. It looked like someone was sitting right on top of him holding him down. He was struggling and crying and screaming.
Suddenly his head whipped to one side, and three red scratches appeared on his cheek.
We grabbed him and left. That was it. None of us spoke in the car ride. We didn't really need to say anything. It was all over now. But Nothing was ever the same after that.
An Ode To Star Trek
Captains log
Stardate 312033.68
As we begin our descent back to Earth
We intercept a Romulan transmission
The most feared warriors in the galaxy
Because of a black hole
Their planet destroyed
But one ship lived
Red matter makes their weapons destroy
Anything in their path
And with that
We're dead
Stardate 312033.68
As we begin our descent back to Earth
We intercept a Romulan transmission
The most feared warriors in the galaxy
Because of a black hole
Their planet destroyed
But one ship lived
Red matter makes their weapons destroy
Anything in their path
And with that
We're dead
Wings by zach h
The oven beeps
and your ready to eat
those juicy and crispy
buffalo wings.
They're so moist and thick,
they're so shockingly good
like a lemonade stand
in your neighborhood.
It's a taste that last forever
like the smell at a ranch,
and don't forget to put on the side
some hidden valley ranch.
They're so tangy and tender
when you put them in your mouth
then you smell that wonderful smell
from using your snout.
And when you get done eating
your heart will start screaming.
But it will be okay\
because you used some hidden valley
on your incredibly tasty buffalo wings.
and your ready to eat
those juicy and crispy
buffalo wings.
They're so moist and thick,
they're so shockingly good
like a lemonade stand
in your neighborhood.
It's a taste that last forever
like the smell at a ranch,
and don't forget to put on the side
some hidden valley ranch.
They're so tangy and tender
when you put them in your mouth
then you smell that wonderful smell
from using your snout.
And when you get done eating
your heart will start screaming.
But it will be okay\
because you used some hidden valley
on your incredibly tasty buffalo wings.
June
June beginning of summer
crisp clear cool nights
set ablaze by fire works
Pop! Crack! explosions in the sky
when friends gather around the unexpected happens
like a lawn mower set on fire
then the big daddy was set off going
past trees and telephone wires
to dissipate in the sky only
to reaper lighting up the night
yes lots of things to do in the month of June
we'll meet here next year to make new memories
so we wont be stuck talking about the past
crisp clear cool nights
set ablaze by fire works
Pop! Crack! explosions in the sky
when friends gather around the unexpected happens
like a lawn mower set on fire
then the big daddy was set off going
past trees and telephone wires
to dissipate in the sky only
to reaper lighting up the night
yes lots of things to do in the month of June
we'll meet here next year to make new memories
so we wont be stuck talking about the past
Hippo Dreams
I went to bed thinking about my life; all 18 years of the taunting, of my late nights upchucking the remnants of the feasts where no one was invited but myself. Me, myself, and my fat. Feeling sorry for myself was a must, what else could I possibly do with my time besides that? So that's what I did, I threw myself a freaking pity party consisting of jagged tears and food that goes straight to my ass.
My name is Lily and I am a hippo. No; not literally. but I'd rather be one of those, than be me with no excuse of what I've become. My life in a nutshell has amounted to nothing. At school I am invisible, my grades are nothing above average. At home, I am invisible; my parents are addicted to working, and my sister Holly. Holly is 31 with a beautiful home and a beautiful family. I've been trying to figure out where I possibly fit in, but I don't. I don't resemble them and they don't resemble me.
So before I went to bed and after the usual pity party, I took a couple of sleeping pills praying that I would never wake up. When I did at 10AM, missing my alarm clock at 7AM for school, my day was already down the crapper. No one was home, like usual. No one was home to hear my scream or see me bawling. After pinching my skin raw, making sure I wasn't dreaming, I prayed to a God I never knew. Because what I saw was the Lily I have been searching for, for eternity. What I saw, was a Lily about 150 pounds lighter than the fat lard I went to bed as.
My name is Lily and I am a hippo. No; not literally. but I'd rather be one of those, than be me with no excuse of what I've become. My life in a nutshell has amounted to nothing. At school I am invisible, my grades are nothing above average. At home, I am invisible; my parents are addicted to working, and my sister Holly. Holly is 31 with a beautiful home and a beautiful family. I've been trying to figure out where I possibly fit in, but I don't. I don't resemble them and they don't resemble me.
So before I went to bed and after the usual pity party, I took a couple of sleeping pills praying that I would never wake up. When I did at 10AM, missing my alarm clock at 7AM for school, my day was already down the crapper. No one was home, like usual. No one was home to hear my scream or see me bawling. After pinching my skin raw, making sure I wasn't dreaming, I prayed to a God I never knew. Because what I saw was the Lily I have been searching for, for eternity. What I saw, was a Lily about 150 pounds lighter than the fat lard I went to bed as.
My SkyTops
With a color so bright
Yet so dark
Made of Italian leather
And rubber soles
A feel so soft
You don't want to take them off
A smell so fresh
It brings tears to your eyes
Two simple, sweet, shoes
Red, rare, ripe
The taste unknown
And will remain that way
The perfect pair of shoes
Man and woman's best friend
My favorite
My SkyTops
Yet so dark
Made of Italian leather
And rubber soles
A feel so soft
You don't want to take them off
A smell so fresh
It brings tears to your eyes
Two simple, sweet, shoes
Red, rare, ripe
The taste unknown
And will remain that way
The perfect pair of shoes
Man and woman's best friend
My favorite
My SkyTops
Maiden's Resting Place
Some people swore that the house was haunted. The large and old, yet beautiful house at the end of Jadwyn Road. It was built out of red brick with white door and white window shutters. There were vines crawling up the sides of the house and weeds had long ago taken over the flower beds on either side of the front deck. The house hadn't been lived in in over 60 years and had been nicknamed the Maiden's Resting Place. The story was that there had been a family that lived there long ago. The Elsings had been a happy family even though it was only Mr. Elsing, Mrs. Elsing, and their daughter Amelia in the large house.
Everything had been perfect for the family until the summer Amelia turned 17. One warm summer day, Amelia and her father went into town and while they were at the general store, Amelia met a 19 year old boy named Will. There was an instant attraction between the two of them and the spent most of their days together from then on.
But Mr. Elsing did not approve of Will. Mr.Elsing thought Will wasn't good enough for his daughter. Amelia's father tried everything to keep them apart but Amelia and Will still met in secret late in the evenings.
Soon Amelia and Will fell in love and wanted to be married. Amelia knew that her father would never approve so she and Will ran off and eloped. She told her father she was visiting an aunt. Amelia and Will caught a train and went to the next county over and were married.
When they came back, they kept their marriage a secret for months. Then one day, Amelia's father found out. He ran out of the house in a furious rage and didn't come home until late that night with blood splattered on his clothing. Amelia had gone to bed by that time and didn't see him come home.
The next evening, Amelia went to her and Will's special secret place. But he never came. She thought that maybe he had had more chores than usual so she went home. When she returned the next evening and he didn't come, she became concerned and ran home. She told her mother everything from the secret meetings to her and Will being married. Just then her father walked in. He told her about how he had never approved of the two of them and how he had taken care of everything. Amelia asked what he meant and her father told her, with a satisfied look on his face, that he had killed Will. Amelia began to cry hystarically and ran upstairs to her room.
Later that evening, her father went up to her room and asked if she understood why he had done what he did. She said she understood but she was lying. She was furious with her father. She had loved Will more than anything in the world; more than life itself. After her parents had gone to bed, Amelia wrote her parents a note, left it on her bed, and the quietly made her way to her window. She opened it silently and crawled out to sit on the window sill. She turned and looked in her room one last time then threw herself out the window to her death.
The next morning, Amelia's parents found the note on her bed. The note had read: "Father, I shall never forgive you. Ever. You never understood. But the night has cured everything and I shall have peace". Her parents stared at each other for a moment then realized that her window was open. They both raced over and leaned out of it. There, far below on the ground, was Amelia's body. Nothing was ever the same again after that.
Everything had been perfect for the family until the summer Amelia turned 17. One warm summer day, Amelia and her father went into town and while they were at the general store, Amelia met a 19 year old boy named Will. There was an instant attraction between the two of them and the spent most of their days together from then on.
But Mr. Elsing did not approve of Will. Mr.Elsing thought Will wasn't good enough for his daughter. Amelia's father tried everything to keep them apart but Amelia and Will still met in secret late in the evenings.
Soon Amelia and Will fell in love and wanted to be married. Amelia knew that her father would never approve so she and Will ran off and eloped. She told her father she was visiting an aunt. Amelia and Will caught a train and went to the next county over and were married.
When they came back, they kept their marriage a secret for months. Then one day, Amelia's father found out. He ran out of the house in a furious rage and didn't come home until late that night with blood splattered on his clothing. Amelia had gone to bed by that time and didn't see him come home.
The next evening, Amelia went to her and Will's special secret place. But he never came. She thought that maybe he had had more chores than usual so she went home. When she returned the next evening and he didn't come, she became concerned and ran home. She told her mother everything from the secret meetings to her and Will being married. Just then her father walked in. He told her about how he had never approved of the two of them and how he had taken care of everything. Amelia asked what he meant and her father told her, with a satisfied look on his face, that he had killed Will. Amelia began to cry hystarically and ran upstairs to her room.
Later that evening, her father went up to her room and asked if she understood why he had done what he did. She said she understood but she was lying. She was furious with her father. She had loved Will more than anything in the world; more than life itself. After her parents had gone to bed, Amelia wrote her parents a note, left it on her bed, and the quietly made her way to her window. She opened it silently and crawled out to sit on the window sill. She turned and looked in her room one last time then threw herself out the window to her death.
The next morning, Amelia's parents found the note on her bed. The note had read: "Father, I shall never forgive you. Ever. You never understood. But the night has cured everything and I shall have peace". Her parents stared at each other for a moment then realized that her window was open. They both raced over and leaned out of it. There, far below on the ground, was Amelia's body. Nothing was ever the same again after that.
Still Roaming
Some people swore the house was haunted. Others were just too skeptical to realize the true mystery of what had happened before we moved there.
It had all started in the end of the summer, 2009. It was just like any other day, simple, boring, i was lying there dreading the return of school, i live out in the mountains in northern virginia. Its a quiet little town called woodstock, we'd heard the stories about what had happened in the area, about one hundred years back a hysterical group called the scarlet crusaders were purging the land of entities, who were unseen and unheard of until then, terrorizing the surrounding villages, people went missing, a few were found dead with gaping gashes in their heads, slashes along their chest and their eyes gouged out.
A group of 75 soldiers were stationed in the area, right below my house on the base of our hill. They sent out a group of scouts to look around the area for anything unusual and it had been hours before the scouts returned, three left and only one returned, bloodstained face, claw like tears in his curiass and too terrorized to speak, the only words said were "we have no chance." As the soldiers suited up, terrified of what the scout had said they felt a small tremor and thought nothing of it, marching in a single file line into the blanket of fog that envolped the land infront of them, the descended, as soon as they were all engulfed it started.
They were being picked off one by one, utterly horrified the general commanded a call to defense, everyone stopped, and got into a giant circle, and then they came. Mercilessly the spirits tore through their defenses and slaughtered everyone but a few soldiers who broke away and ran up the hill into the giant abandoned farmhouse that is now my own.
Cries of terror and agony filled the air, the crusaders lost their witts and went mad, the one was whats called a celric, a glorified preacher or a "warrior gifted with light magic", and they say he was the last one to die, the banshees followed them up the hill and let out a screech that paralyzed the victim and the banshees swooped in and cut right through them, when the celric was left, he let out a desperate prayer and his skin illuminated with light and when the banshee tried to finish him, they would crumble at his touch, when all of the fiends were vanquished the light faded and the celric weakened wrote in his journal what had happened and his teachings were stored and they say his spirit still roams in my house, wanting peace but never finding it b ecause his journal hasn't been discovered since the 80's and it mysteriously vanished. I plan to find it-----(to be coninued)
It had all started in the end of the summer, 2009. It was just like any other day, simple, boring, i was lying there dreading the return of school, i live out in the mountains in northern virginia. Its a quiet little town called woodstock, we'd heard the stories about what had happened in the area, about one hundred years back a hysterical group called the scarlet crusaders were purging the land of entities, who were unseen and unheard of until then, terrorizing the surrounding villages, people went missing, a few were found dead with gaping gashes in their heads, slashes along their chest and their eyes gouged out.
A group of 75 soldiers were stationed in the area, right below my house on the base of our hill. They sent out a group of scouts to look around the area for anything unusual and it had been hours before the scouts returned, three left and only one returned, bloodstained face, claw like tears in his curiass and too terrorized to speak, the only words said were "we have no chance." As the soldiers suited up, terrified of what the scout had said they felt a small tremor and thought nothing of it, marching in a single file line into the blanket of fog that envolped the land infront of them, the descended, as soon as they were all engulfed it started.
They were being picked off one by one, utterly horrified the general commanded a call to defense, everyone stopped, and got into a giant circle, and then they came. Mercilessly the spirits tore through their defenses and slaughtered everyone but a few soldiers who broke away and ran up the hill into the giant abandoned farmhouse that is now my own.
Cries of terror and agony filled the air, the crusaders lost their witts and went mad, the one was whats called a celric, a glorified preacher or a "warrior gifted with light magic", and they say he was the last one to die, the banshees followed them up the hill and let out a screech that paralyzed the victim and the banshees swooped in and cut right through them, when the celric was left, he let out a desperate prayer and his skin illuminated with light and when the banshee tried to finish him, they would crumble at his touch, when all of the fiends were vanquished the light faded and the celric weakened wrote in his journal what had happened and his teachings were stored and they say his spirit still roams in my house, wanting peace but never finding it b ecause his journal hasn't been discovered since the 80's and it mysteriously vanished. I plan to find it-----(to be coninued)
The Greyhound
Awakening from a sweaty nap, I open my eyes to unfamiliar scenery. I have been on a crammed greyhound bus for over four hours. I wasn’t planning on falling asleep. I have never met or talked to a single person on this bus. My body is aching, neck is sore, and I feel as if something is missing. Everything on this bus is sketchy, including the bus driver and I feel as if we’re heading in a direction none of us planned on going.
I glance up into the mirror above the bus driver, noticing his creepy grin form under his black pilot hat. I examine him; He is clothed in a black suit, blue dress shirt underneath, and a red tie. My eyes stay in his mirror as I look around and notice the passengers who have been riding along with me, average people who look just as anxious and ready to get off as me. I catch the eye of the bus driver, and quickly jerk my head down and crouch into my seat.
I’m from small town Plenty Wood, Montana just a country girl searching for the city. My intentions were to go to New York, New York to see all the flashing lights and experience something I have never been accustomed to. I had saved up all year long, working long hard shifts at Candie’s Diner a small little restaurant my family has owned since I was ten. I had decided to take this trip for my twenty firth birthday. All these years, and I had never left Montana until now.
My stomach began to growl and rumble and people glance me looks as if they’re saying get that checked out; use the bathroom, or eat something. I look into my bag, just to find trash. Everything has been eaten although I don’t remember touching anything and my stomach is empty. I walk towards the front of the bus my heart is racing; I trip just from clumsiness and me being nervous. I catch myself on a man’s shoulder to break my fall. His blue eyes meet my poopy brown eyes, and he asks if I’m okay. I rudely say back “yes, just fine” and continue to walk forward with more fear than before.
My arm is jerked hard, and I’m pulled into a seat. It’s the same man with the blue eyes. “You have a lot of nerve! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he says.
“Um excuse me, do you even know me? Get your dirty hands off of me.” I flash him an evil look. “I’m trying to help you from making a big mistake,” he whispers out, easing his grip on my arm. “The bus driver, look down to his back pocket. Do you not see what is sticking out? I glance down and goose bumps form on my body. “I knew I sensed something bad about him.” I tell the man.
Before he can even speak any more, the bus comes to a scorching stop and everyone is flung into the seat in front of them. The bus driver says over the loud speakers “This is just the beginning, get ready for hell!”
I glance up into the mirror above the bus driver, noticing his creepy grin form under his black pilot hat. I examine him; He is clothed in a black suit, blue dress shirt underneath, and a red tie. My eyes stay in his mirror as I look around and notice the passengers who have been riding along with me, average people who look just as anxious and ready to get off as me. I catch the eye of the bus driver, and quickly jerk my head down and crouch into my seat.
I’m from small town Plenty Wood, Montana just a country girl searching for the city. My intentions were to go to New York, New York to see all the flashing lights and experience something I have never been accustomed to. I had saved up all year long, working long hard shifts at Candie’s Diner a small little restaurant my family has owned since I was ten. I had decided to take this trip for my twenty firth birthday. All these years, and I had never left Montana until now.
My stomach began to growl and rumble and people glance me looks as if they’re saying get that checked out; use the bathroom, or eat something. I look into my bag, just to find trash. Everything has been eaten although I don’t remember touching anything and my stomach is empty. I walk towards the front of the bus my heart is racing; I trip just from clumsiness and me being nervous. I catch myself on a man’s shoulder to break my fall. His blue eyes meet my poopy brown eyes, and he asks if I’m okay. I rudely say back “yes, just fine” and continue to walk forward with more fear than before.
My arm is jerked hard, and I’m pulled into a seat. It’s the same man with the blue eyes. “You have a lot of nerve! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he says.
“Um excuse me, do you even know me? Get your dirty hands off of me.” I flash him an evil look. “I’m trying to help you from making a big mistake,” he whispers out, easing his grip on my arm. “The bus driver, look down to his back pocket. Do you not see what is sticking out? I glance down and goose bumps form on my body. “I knew I sensed something bad about him.” I tell the man.
Before he can even speak any more, the bus comes to a scorching stop and everyone is flung into the seat in front of them. The bus driver says over the loud speakers “This is just the beginning, get ready for hell!”
Randell!
Some people swore the house was haunted, others thought it was a myth. which story is right? It all started on a Wednesday.
It was a wednesday afternoon and we had just got let out of school and i was walking home with my friends from my neighborhood."I already got my costume"says Jp.
"Im a bunny" yells veronica , hopping around like one." im a cowgirl" i say proudly with my hands on my hips and my hair curls bounce as i walk."ya know what i thi..."veronica stops dead in her tracks and stares."What's wrong" i ask concered?"The house, don't you seee it we almost didn't stop to hold our breath" she says flatly.She holds her breath and runs across the sidewalk to the other side of the house."Lets come here on halloweeen" i say with excitement!" ok that sounds great" smiles Jp."NOOOO!" yells veronicaJp and i take in a breath and run across the to the other side. I don't believe in ghost or haunted houses or any of that nonsense, but it's fun to play along."We are totally coming here saturday" i say to myself."C'mon samantha"yells veronica getting angry."coming" i yell back and run after her still looking back at the house
Its saturday and the funs only beginning, this should be a great night.
It's dusk and we finally escaped from our parents to go trick or treating by ourselves."Where do you guys want to go first" asks Jp?" The house" i say and start walking towards it."Samantha.. get over here now!" yells veronica and stomps her foot on the ground.What she doesn't know that im walking and she's following me towards the house, she just complains to much to notice."If you go near that house your not as smart as i think you are!" she screams louder and people start to stare and gather around.They start whispering like"Are they going in there?" and "mom, are they stupid?" and "they just a bunch of kids they aren't going in there!" That made me mad! I walk through the gate of the house and onto the porch and turn around and stick out my tougue at everybody watching. Jp comes right behind me and looks at me and back to the crowd and whispers" i dont think this is a good idea anymore". "It's finee" i say annoyed. I turn back around to the door and its half open. I push it open a little bit more with my foot just enough to look inside. I slowly walk inside, the floors creak and moan as i walk apon them. I see a huge stairwell that has spiders all over it and there's a note on the stiars. I loom back and Jp had turned around and is in the crowd, that has like at least a hundred people in it.I pick up the note and it says
"Dear whoever this is
truth is this house isnt haunted, but want to fool your friends there's button under rug, push the button and lay this note back down so the person thats stupid enough to come in here later on can read it too.
-Thanks a bunch Randell
P.s. this house is haunted by me, Randell
The note looks like its been here for centries, but i dont care. i lay it down and lift up the rug and push the button.
Let's just say no one was ever the same again!
It was a wednesday afternoon and we had just got let out of school and i was walking home with my friends from my neighborhood."I already got my costume"says Jp.
"Im a bunny" yells veronica , hopping around like one." im a cowgirl" i say proudly with my hands on my hips and my hair curls bounce as i walk."ya know what i thi..."veronica stops dead in her tracks and stares."What's wrong" i ask concered?"The house, don't you seee it we almost didn't stop to hold our breath" she says flatly.She holds her breath and runs across the sidewalk to the other side of the house."Lets come here on halloweeen" i say with excitement!" ok that sounds great" smiles Jp."NOOOO!" yells veronicaJp and i take in a breath and run across the to the other side. I don't believe in ghost or haunted houses or any of that nonsense, but it's fun to play along."We are totally coming here saturday" i say to myself."C'mon samantha"yells veronica getting angry."coming" i yell back and run after her still looking back at the house
Its saturday and the funs only beginning, this should be a great night.
It's dusk and we finally escaped from our parents to go trick or treating by ourselves."Where do you guys want to go first" asks Jp?" The house" i say and start walking towards it."Samantha.. get over here now!" yells veronica and stomps her foot on the ground.What she doesn't know that im walking and she's following me towards the house, she just complains to much to notice."If you go near that house your not as smart as i think you are!" she screams louder and people start to stare and gather around.They start whispering like"Are they going in there?" and "mom, are they stupid?" and "they just a bunch of kids they aren't going in there!" That made me mad! I walk through the gate of the house and onto the porch and turn around and stick out my tougue at everybody watching. Jp comes right behind me and looks at me and back to the crowd and whispers" i dont think this is a good idea anymore". "It's finee" i say annoyed. I turn back around to the door and its half open. I push it open a little bit more with my foot just enough to look inside. I slowly walk inside, the floors creak and moan as i walk apon them. I see a huge stairwell that has spiders all over it and there's a note on the stiars. I loom back and Jp had turned around and is in the crowd, that has like at least a hundred people in it.I pick up the note and it says
"Dear whoever this is
truth is this house isnt haunted, but want to fool your friends there's button under rug, push the button and lay this note back down so the person thats stupid enough to come in here later on can read it too.
-Thanks a bunch Randell
P.s. this house is haunted by me, Randell
The note looks like its been here for centries, but i dont care. i lay it down and lift up the rug and push the button.
Let's just say no one was ever the same again!
hey there justin bieber
justin: hey there pretty lady.
Me: um are you talking about me?
Justin: yes you.
Me: oh wow sorry boy but your not my type.
Justin:girl what you mean im not your type?
Me: well for one you remind me of a 12 year old. I cant picture you with older girls.
Justin: well girl i would have to say thats false because i have dated many older girls.
Me: well you seam like a good guy dont get me wrong i like your songs, but not you.
Justin: wow no one has ever turned me down before.
Me: well this girl just did.
Justin: well bye i guess.
Me:bye. wait can i get some tickets to your concerts.
Justin: ha sure.
Me:thanks, bye
Justin: bye pretty lady.
Me: um are you talking about me?
Justin: yes you.
Me: oh wow sorry boy but your not my type.
Justin:girl what you mean im not your type?
Me: well for one you remind me of a 12 year old. I cant picture you with older girls.
Justin: well girl i would have to say thats false because i have dated many older girls.
Me: well you seam like a good guy dont get me wrong i like your songs, but not you.
Justin: wow no one has ever turned me down before.
Me: well this girl just did.
Justin: well bye i guess.
Me:bye. wait can i get some tickets to your concerts.
Justin: ha sure.
Me:thanks, bye
Justin: bye pretty lady.
The Empty
Some people swore that the house was haunted. That was mostly thought by the disapearances.
Every friday at midnight someone disapears from the house. Tonight, of all nights, my parents dragged me there. They wanted to know if the rumors were true.
When we got there, it was really quiet. It was almost as if nobody was there but my family. It was also cold. I could see my breath. You aren't supposed to see your breath when you are inside a house.
Night fell. None of us are gone yet, but there is a deep suspicion inside me that says it is coming. I get this feeling a lot so I don't know if it really is going to happen or not.
The bell on the clock goes off as midnight falls. Who is going to go? Will it be me? Lets hope this rumor is just a rumor and it is not really true.
As I look around, there is a person staning in the corner. Is it looking at me? Should I start saying my goodbyes?
I continue looking around the ghost is gone. Wait though where are my mom and dad? They are gone. I walk around the house searching for some kind of clue that they are still alive. No luck, though.
I run for the door, but when I get there I look out the door. There is nothing out there, like really NOTHING. Just a large empty space. I try to scream, but i have no voice.
The ghost did get me. Maybe all the others who went missing disapeared are here too.
I think I am alone but truly in my heart I am not so sure.
I am stuck here in the empty for the rest of my life, and nothing is going to be the same ever again.
Every friday at midnight someone disapears from the house. Tonight, of all nights, my parents dragged me there. They wanted to know if the rumors were true.
When we got there, it was really quiet. It was almost as if nobody was there but my family. It was also cold. I could see my breath. You aren't supposed to see your breath when you are inside a house.
Night fell. None of us are gone yet, but there is a deep suspicion inside me that says it is coming. I get this feeling a lot so I don't know if it really is going to happen or not.
The bell on the clock goes off as midnight falls. Who is going to go? Will it be me? Lets hope this rumor is just a rumor and it is not really true.
As I look around, there is a person staning in the corner. Is it looking at me? Should I start saying my goodbyes?
I continue looking around the ghost is gone. Wait though where are my mom and dad? They are gone. I walk around the house searching for some kind of clue that they are still alive. No luck, though.
I run for the door, but when I get there I look out the door. There is nothing out there, like really NOTHING. Just a large empty space. I try to scream, but i have no voice.
The ghost did get me. Maybe all the others who went missing disapeared are here too.
I think I am alone but truly in my heart I am not so sure.
I am stuck here in the empty for the rest of my life, and nothing is going to be the same ever again.
Monday, September 26, 2011
The Plessy House
Some people swore that the house was haunted. It was almost a mansion; certainly menacing compared to the rest of the homes on Plessy Drive. There was nothing really quaint about it. The house was built in 1935 by an architect by the name of Francis Davis. Davis had been hired by a wealthy man who had some sort of political status and had favored everything English. The man loved the preliminary system, fish and chips, and Tudor styled homes apparently because that was the structural style of the establishment.
After this politician’s death, he had come down with some sort of illness, the house and the property surrounding it went up for auction. There was a fairly large crowd on auction day and the bids were competitive as the price rose to over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The home was eventually sold purchased by a successful business man who was apparently very good with the stock market and was looking for a place to live outside of the city, where he could settle down. The man’s name was Brandon Plessy and he would end up owning almost half of the town within five years.
Mr. Plessy married the town’s beauty, Emily Stanford, and they went on to have two little boys. Plessy renamed a few establishments in town and the very street he lived on after himself. To this day the old house he used to live in is known as the Plessy manor. Of course, the house was only considered a manor after the Plessy family made a few substantial additions around the turn of the century. They added a greenhouse, covered porch, and a fairly large office extension off the left wing. Mr. Plessy also ordered the construction of an in-ground pool complete with a pool house building within the expanse of the back yard.
The Plessy family was powerful. Their home was an obvious demonstration of their success and became a sort of town jewel. During the summer, one could hear the extravagant parties being held almost every weekend at the Plessy property. The home was so lively; almost never without visitors. The little Plessy boys could be seen on a regular basis playing cricket or badminton in the front lawn. The family held somewhat of a celebrity status throughout the county and mad e it very plain that they did not mind the attention.
The trouble started nearly a decade after the original purchase of the house. Mr. Plessy had stopped coming home from the city as often as he used to and there was talk of a possible affair. Mrs. Plessy remained in town with the boys but was not heard from very often. Some claimed to have seen her walk around the house alone on a daily basis, while others swear they never saw her after her husband stopped coming home. Either way, the family became distant from the town with only their magnificent home to represent their existence.
One day Mr. Grandson, the local banker, make an uninvited trip to the house because Mr. Plessy had been missed a bill payment, which was against the man’s very moral nature. To the horror of the entire county, Mr. Grandson reported that he had found the two little Plessy boys in the pool; apparently they had drowned to death. After stepping into the main foyer, Mr. Grandson testifies to finding Mr. and Mrs. Plessy hanging from the second floor banister; their bodies dangling side-by-side. Nothing was ever the same again after that.
After this politician’s death, he had come down with some sort of illness, the house and the property surrounding it went up for auction. There was a fairly large crowd on auction day and the bids were competitive as the price rose to over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The home was eventually sold purchased by a successful business man who was apparently very good with the stock market and was looking for a place to live outside of the city, where he could settle down. The man’s name was Brandon Plessy and he would end up owning almost half of the town within five years.
Mr. Plessy married the town’s beauty, Emily Stanford, and they went on to have two little boys. Plessy renamed a few establishments in town and the very street he lived on after himself. To this day the old house he used to live in is known as the Plessy manor. Of course, the house was only considered a manor after the Plessy family made a few substantial additions around the turn of the century. They added a greenhouse, covered porch, and a fairly large office extension off the left wing. Mr. Plessy also ordered the construction of an in-ground pool complete with a pool house building within the expanse of the back yard.
The Plessy family was powerful. Their home was an obvious demonstration of their success and became a sort of town jewel. During the summer, one could hear the extravagant parties being held almost every weekend at the Plessy property. The home was so lively; almost never without visitors. The little Plessy boys could be seen on a regular basis playing cricket or badminton in the front lawn. The family held somewhat of a celebrity status throughout the county and mad e it very plain that they did not mind the attention.
The trouble started nearly a decade after the original purchase of the house. Mr. Plessy had stopped coming home from the city as often as he used to and there was talk of a possible affair. Mrs. Plessy remained in town with the boys but was not heard from very often. Some claimed to have seen her walk around the house alone on a daily basis, while others swear they never saw her after her husband stopped coming home. Either way, the family became distant from the town with only their magnificent home to represent their existence.
One day Mr. Grandson, the local banker, make an uninvited trip to the house because Mr. Plessy had been missed a bill payment, which was against the man’s very moral nature. To the horror of the entire county, Mr. Grandson reported that he had found the two little Plessy boys in the pool; apparently they had drowned to death. After stepping into the main foyer, Mr. Grandson testifies to finding Mr. and Mrs. Plessy hanging from the second floor banister; their bodies dangling side-by-side. Nothing was ever the same again after that.
Haunted House
Some people swore that the house was haunted; to this day people still think so. No one ever walks or drives by the house, not even stray animals. This weekend symbolizes the most horrifying weekend of the year. Every year on this very weekend, one person goes missing, but only for the weekend. Every Monday after the weekend they end up found, asleep in the front yard of the “Haunted House”. The house was foreclosed by a bank about 20 years ago. Nothing has been done to the house since. Today is Saturday, the first day of the horrifying weekend. Everyone stays inside their houses this weekend; everyone is terrified that it could be them.
My day is long and boring, I try to stay inside, but all I can do is want to go outside and do something else. It’s a beautiful day outside, the sun is shining, there’s no cloud in sight, its just beautiful. I’m so sick of playing Madden ‘12 on my X-Box 360 all day. So I decide to go for a quick walk and then come back inside. I go to my room, get dressed, put my shoes on, and walk out the door. I don’t know why everyone is so afraid today; no one’s been lost in forever the last I heard it happened was when I was five. Some old lady was walking and never came back until Monday. But that was eleven years ago.
As I’m walking, I see people peering outside wanting to come out but fearing the unknown that could happen to them. As I’m walking I hear a car on the road I turn around and it’s a white van coming down the street. It’s not going to fast, it’s just creeping along. So I start walking faster and as I do I can hear the van accelerating. So I sprint, and I hear the van rev up. I’m running for my life I run down an alley to try to avoid the van, but it’s a dead end. The van turns down the alley and blocks the alley way so I can’t escape. To guys in ski masks get out of the car and chase after me. I can’t run anywhere so I stay still and they take me to the van. When I get into the van, the two masked men take off there ski masks. It’s Zach Galifianakis and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, and the driver is Richard Petty. They get a piece of cloth and tie it over my eyes so I can’t see where they’re taking me. All I can hear is Zach talking about the crazy nights that he’s had the past few nights and what Dwayne has been cooking lately. Richard doesn’t talk he just drives like he’s back in NASCAR.
I feel the van come to a stop. They take me out of the car and into some building. I have no clue where I am, I just know I’m being hauled up stairs. They take off the blind fold and I look around and it looks like I’m in some attic of some kind. “Where am I?” I ask, “None of your concern young pad wan.” Zach says. They never tied my hands so I punch Zach and sprint down the steps. I run out the door and find a gun that they must have dropped I see a propane tank in front of the house I aim the gun and shoot and as I do I think nothing will ever be the same after this.
Max was going to be leaving Chicago in less than a day. He would be going on a cross country road trip starting with Texas. He grabbed his suit case and started packing clothes for all kinds of weather. He packed a lot, not knowing how long he would be gone. He would stay at each destination for three days and continue on. Max wouldn’t be going alone though. His friend Josh would accompany him on the road trip.
Ring Ring Ring!
“Hey Josh”
“Hey man what time we leaving tomorrow?”
“Umm about 12:00 so be ready,” Max replied.
“Okay dude I’ll be there,” Josh said, “see you tomorrow.”
“Alright tomorrow then bye,” Max says and hangs up.
Max looks over his suitcase making sure he has everything.
“Yep, everything’s here,” he says to himself.
He takes one last look and heads to bed. The next morning he wakes up and gets ready. Josh arrives and they’re ready to head off, but they decide to grab some breakfast before they leave to discuss the plans for the road trip. They arrive at the diner at 11:00 am. They had an hour.
“Ok, the plan is to leave and head to Texas, stay three days and look around and go to our next locations alright?,” Max asks.
“Yeah dude I know,” Josh says annoyed,” we’ve gone over this a million times can we go now?”
“Fine let’s go,” he says.
Max and Josh start driving. So excited to actually be doing what they’ve talked about for the last year. It was boring actually. They did nothing but sit and listen to music while Josh belted out the lyrics at the top of his lungs. Three hours later they stopped for gas and a quick snack. That took about fifteen minutes and then they were on the road again. Four hours later they stopped at a Burger King for supper. Max gets a whopper while Josh gets chicken nuggets and plays with them like he’s still five years old.
“Man I can’t believe we are almost there,” Josh says excitedly.
“I know right Texas is going to be so awesome,” Max replies with a smile.
They finish eating and head out again. Max at the wheel and Josh in the passenger seat. An hour later, it starts to get dark Josh falls asleep instantly, snoring so loud that Max has to turn up the music to drown him out. Figuring that they could finish the trip tomorrow morning, Max stops to check into a hotel for the night. Waking Josh up he leads them to their room. He only paid for one room with one bed, so he and Josh would have to sleep together. That was kind of awkward, but they were so tired they didn’t care. Falling into a deep sleep almost immediately, Max wakes up the next morning refreshed and ready for the day. He and Josh drive five more hours slowing down only when they see the “Welcome to Texas” sign. They immediately find a hotel to check into, only to realize they had $50 bucks left and no luggage.
“Man we forgot the suitcases,” Max says disappointedly,” we have to go back.”
“I guess so,” Josh says sadly.
Piling back in the car, they head back to Chicago. Thirteen hours later they arrive at Max’s house.
“Josh, how about we wait and go next week,” Max asks,” we can load the car now so we know we have everything.”
He nods and we load up the car and go inside, ready and excited the trip next week.
Ring Ring Ring!
“Hey Josh”
“Hey man what time we leaving tomorrow?”
“Umm about 12:00 so be ready,” Max replied.
“Okay dude I’ll be there,” Josh said, “see you tomorrow.”
“Alright tomorrow then bye,” Max says and hangs up.
Max looks over his suitcase making sure he has everything.
“Yep, everything’s here,” he says to himself.
He takes one last look and heads to bed. The next morning he wakes up and gets ready. Josh arrives and they’re ready to head off, but they decide to grab some breakfast before they leave to discuss the plans for the road trip. They arrive at the diner at 11:00 am. They had an hour.
“Ok, the plan is to leave and head to Texas, stay three days and look around and go to our next locations alright?,” Max asks.
“Yeah dude I know,” Josh says annoyed,” we’ve gone over this a million times can we go now?”
“Fine let’s go,” he says.
Max and Josh start driving. So excited to actually be doing what they’ve talked about for the last year. It was boring actually. They did nothing but sit and listen to music while Josh belted out the lyrics at the top of his lungs. Three hours later they stopped for gas and a quick snack. That took about fifteen minutes and then they were on the road again. Four hours later they stopped at a Burger King for supper. Max gets a whopper while Josh gets chicken nuggets and plays with them like he’s still five years old.
“Man I can’t believe we are almost there,” Josh says excitedly.
“I know right Texas is going to be so awesome,” Max replies with a smile.
They finish eating and head out again. Max at the wheel and Josh in the passenger seat. An hour later, it starts to get dark Josh falls asleep instantly, snoring so loud that Max has to turn up the music to drown him out. Figuring that they could finish the trip tomorrow morning, Max stops to check into a hotel for the night. Waking Josh up he leads them to their room. He only paid for one room with one bed, so he and Josh would have to sleep together. That was kind of awkward, but they were so tired they didn’t care. Falling into a deep sleep almost immediately, Max wakes up the next morning refreshed and ready for the day. He and Josh drive five more hours slowing down only when they see the “Welcome to Texas” sign. They immediately find a hotel to check into, only to realize they had $50 bucks left and no luggage.
“Man we forgot the suitcases,” Max says disappointedly,” we have to go back.”
“I guess so,” Josh says sadly.
Piling back in the car, they head back to Chicago. Thirteen hours later they arrive at Max’s house.
“Josh, how about we wait and go next week,” Max asks,” we can load the car now so we know we have everything.”
He nods and we load up the car and go inside, ready and excited the trip next week.
Happy death day!
Some people swore that the house was haunted. Glasses upon the shelves would fall and break, dishes would rattle and quake. Blossoming flowers would shrivel and die, as animals went missing, only to be found in a corner stiff as a board. Faces would appear in the windows, only to vanish when given a second look. Nobody dared to live there, for they all knew what had happened inside. A family of six had once lived there happily and serene. For eight years they enjoyed their lives within the house, having not a clue as to what was going to happen to them on their youngest son's twelfth birthday. A neighbor of theirs, always quiet and discreet, decided to come over on that day to meet the family. In-laws, cousins, grandmothers and grandfathers were all pilled inside. They talked and laughed, discussing many a things. One ring of the doorbell and they all fell quiet, no one had rung it to be invited in; they had all just walked in with a warm smile. There were no windows upon the door, and the mother didn't bother with the peep-hole, figuring it was one of the relatives being polite. Their neighbor barged in, carrying a machine gun in his hands, and shot the mother with a wicked grin. He then turned to the rest of the party and began firing without a rest. Women screamed in pain and horror as the men tried to shield the ones they loved; but the bullets from the gun were far to fast for the men to compete with. It only took three minutes for all of the people within the house to be pelted down by the numerous bullets. When everyone was dead, their neighbor/killer stepped over their bodies and opened up their fridge door; taking out the birthday cake for the, now dead, twelve year old. Across the top it said in blue letter, Happy 12th Birthday Jeremy! Underneath was a smiley face accompanied by blue and green balloons. It was a beautiful cake, and their neighbor smiled down at it in a haunting way.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Jeremy, Happy Birthday to you." he whispered with the ghost of a smile across his lips.
He took and swiped his finger across the front of the cake before sticking it into his mouth and swallowing the creamy icing. Then he placed the cake back into the fridge, closed it and didn't even bother walking around the bodies as he left the house and went back to his own. A Chevy was parked out in front of his house, packed with belongings of his. It only took one minute for him to place the remaining pieces of his property into the vehicle before driving out of the driveway and heading for the end of town.
It took three hours for the bodies to be found, and by that time the police didn't know where the culprit was and they knew they were already to late to stop him. As the cops discussed the fact that they wouldn't be able to stop him, the windows shook and the TV exploded. Nothing was ever the same again after that.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Jeremy, Happy Birthday to you." he whispered with the ghost of a smile across his lips.
He took and swiped his finger across the front of the cake before sticking it into his mouth and swallowing the creamy icing. Then he placed the cake back into the fridge, closed it and didn't even bother walking around the bodies as he left the house and went back to his own. A Chevy was parked out in front of his house, packed with belongings of his. It only took one minute for him to place the remaining pieces of his property into the vehicle before driving out of the driveway and heading for the end of town.
It took three hours for the bodies to be found, and by that time the police didn't know where the culprit was and they knew they were already to late to stop him. As the cops discussed the fact that they wouldn't be able to stop him, the windows shook and the TV exploded. Nothing was ever the same again after that.
Tale of ruin
As the sun beats down on my face, i sigh, under the old oak tree i felt secure, safe, and at the same time, alone and lost in thought. My name is Tom Rhodes, i live on a farmw tih my twin brother, little sister and my parents. My father is a blacksmith but recently he got a call to arms from our village leader, we live in a small saxon village, so it would be time for my brother and i to step up, and this is my story.
From the time i was little i was always told i had a bright future, everything just fell into place for me, but then i look at my twin brother mark and how hard he's had to work for the very little he has, but unlike myself he was blessed with brawn, he's your typical "Man", where i inherited my mothers intelligence, which isn't much, it makes me feel like i'm useless when it comes to farmw ork but this one week, will change my life forever
"Aghh! I hate summer, it gets too hot and there's absolutly nothing to do!" My brother mark complained. "Atleast we're not burdened with the farm work, or worse having mother try to teach us." My mother was a well known scholar around our village, she made remedies for the wounded, and was your typical house doctor, which made our family quite popular. "yeah i suppose, and the help dad hired to make it easier for us to focus on finding an apprenticeship." I gloated, knowing their was nobody around looking for an apprentice, due to the recent draught. I began to doze off when my brother exclaimed "You up for a swim?" I bet the water would cool that hot head off!" Being annoyed I snapped back sarcastically "Yeah hopefully your big head wouldn't pull you down and drown you!
From the time i was little i was always told i had a bright future, everything just fell into place for me, but then i look at my twin brother mark and how hard he's had to work for the very little he has, but unlike myself he was blessed with brawn, he's your typical "Man", where i inherited my mothers intelligence, which isn't much, it makes me feel like i'm useless when it comes to farmw ork but this one week, will change my life forever
"Aghh! I hate summer, it gets too hot and there's absolutly nothing to do!" My brother mark complained. "Atleast we're not burdened with the farm work, or worse having mother try to teach us." My mother was a well known scholar around our village, she made remedies for the wounded, and was your typical house doctor, which made our family quite popular. "yeah i suppose, and the help dad hired to make it easier for us to focus on finding an apprenticeship." I gloated, knowing their was nobody around looking for an apprentice, due to the recent draught. I began to doze off when my brother exclaimed "You up for a swim?" I bet the water would cool that hot head off!" Being annoyed I snapped back sarcastically "Yeah hopefully your big head wouldn't pull you down and drown you!
Vacation to Home.
Hot. She was sick of hot. She looked forward to the end of it, to the end of summer. In October,the nights get colder, and longer, the days shorter. Now a 45 minute drive home. She envisioned the trees getting bare on top of that mountain. She loves how she can watch the transformation of the leaves take place; eventually the woods aren't so intimidating at night. Little yellow lights could already be seen through the trees in the afternoon light.
She opens the window, takes a deep breath of the crisp air rushing past as she drives. She wishes she was there already. This year she would not miss it. The past too many years were busy. Life had not given her the time to enjoy such relaxing luxuries. The sight of the colorful trees is enough to tempt her foot against the peddle, ignoring the strict white limit signs. It's been a little too long. She silently hopes everything about this place has remained unchanged, unlike the rest of the world around her.
The air changes. The gentle air caressing her face now seems forceful, whipping and pulling her hair. She quickly rolls up the window and changes her thoughts.
All the Thanksgivings and Christmases. and other holidays the family would all gather. Each year, the less people seemed to show up. She guessing people had more important stuff to do than to see family. Her family was small anyways, and it didn't help now that only about 8 people showed up.
Her grandma would always make so much food and decorations. Her Christmas tree was the only one she'd ever seen with tinsel. And she always had a fire going and grandaddy would put crystals in to make the flame turn different colors. The guest beds were always made up with soft sheets and thick quilts that my grandma had made herself. How could anyone no want to live there?? She asked silently. She dreamed of living in that house when her grandparents past away.
Finally, she made that left turn. Her hopes rose, she was getting excited, but also nervous... The road looked level and harmless at first but further up, this road had led to many accidents and many close calls during the winter time. She recalled one time her bus has almost slipped off the side of the mountain road, but she didn't worry about the winter. She didn't plan on leaving that house. She'd stay there until spring in an extended vacation.
She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, making sure she had control as she continued on the narrow road through the yellow wood. She knew the sharp turns and twists like the back of her hand.
She took a deep breath and turned into the drive way. As she got out of the car, she hesitated... Is she gone? She thought guiltily, she never got to say goodbye. She started walking towards the old hand crafted steps. She noticed another board had been broken and replaced with a new peice of wood.
Woof! The familiar bark startled her but made a smile appear on her face. Like clockwork the front door opened, and Peebles stumbled out, a little slower than usual. She rushed over and Peebles gave her a sloppy kiss.
She stood up after Peebles had reassured her that she wasn't gone, and her grandparents ushered her in.
* * * * *
Hot. it was getting too hot here. Only she didn't look forward to leaving to get away now. But it was time to leave. She said her goodbyes, and hit the road. Heading towards...well, she didn't know where, but she knew she'd be back here in about 6 months. She smiled at that thought.
She opens the window, takes a deep breath of the crisp air rushing past as she drives. She wishes she was there already. This year she would not miss it. The past too many years were busy. Life had not given her the time to enjoy such relaxing luxuries. The sight of the colorful trees is enough to tempt her foot against the peddle, ignoring the strict white limit signs. It's been a little too long. She silently hopes everything about this place has remained unchanged, unlike the rest of the world around her.
The air changes. The gentle air caressing her face now seems forceful, whipping and pulling her hair. She quickly rolls up the window and changes her thoughts.
All the Thanksgivings and Christmases. and other holidays the family would all gather. Each year, the less people seemed to show up. She guessing people had more important stuff to do than to see family. Her family was small anyways, and it didn't help now that only about 8 people showed up.
Her grandma would always make so much food and decorations. Her Christmas tree was the only one she'd ever seen with tinsel. And she always had a fire going and grandaddy would put crystals in to make the flame turn different colors. The guest beds were always made up with soft sheets and thick quilts that my grandma had made herself. How could anyone no want to live there?? She asked silently. She dreamed of living in that house when her grandparents past away.
Finally, she made that left turn. Her hopes rose, she was getting excited, but also nervous... The road looked level and harmless at first but further up, this road had led to many accidents and many close calls during the winter time. She recalled one time her bus has almost slipped off the side of the mountain road, but she didn't worry about the winter. She didn't plan on leaving that house. She'd stay there until spring in an extended vacation.
She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, making sure she had control as she continued on the narrow road through the yellow wood. She knew the sharp turns and twists like the back of her hand.
She took a deep breath and turned into the drive way. As she got out of the car, she hesitated... Is she gone? She thought guiltily, she never got to say goodbye. She started walking towards the old hand crafted steps. She noticed another board had been broken and replaced with a new peice of wood.
Woof! The familiar bark startled her but made a smile appear on her face. Like clockwork the front door opened, and Peebles stumbled out, a little slower than usual. She rushed over and Peebles gave her a sloppy kiss.
She stood up after Peebles had reassured her that she wasn't gone, and her grandparents ushered her in.
* * * * *
Hot. it was getting too hot here. Only she didn't look forward to leaving to get away now. But it was time to leave. She said her goodbyes, and hit the road. Heading towards...well, she didn't know where, but she knew she'd be back here in about 6 months. She smiled at that thought.
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