Thursday, January 19, 2012

Were is hope

            Author's note: This story is a creative peace. Also it is about a girl whose father has passed away and her brother too. Now she just lives with her Mather, but she has a deep down secret that she can't understand.


“Hi my name is Ally and I am13 years old. I live with my mother in Kentucky My dad has just passed away last month, and my brother was born immature, When he was 7, before I was born he had a heart attack. It is very hard to live around here with no jobs, but we do sell are fruits to the naberhood, and the market about 2 miles down the road.” I said. 

It is a nice spring morning, the sun rises, as I am already outside farming.  Mom is just cooking some blueberry waffles. Life is good at this time of year, beautiful flowers all over, lilac smell in the air.

I am here to tell you life can be scary, but at the sometimes beautiful. Just like demons and angels.  That is how my father died, position of the devil. He was in the middle of an exerciseum. I was devastated. I didn’t know that he was going to die. But I still feel like the devil hasn’t left. I have had some experience with him. Right when my father  passed on I saw the sprite leave his body, a dark shadow blob with my father’s soul. I ran then he came flying towards me. But then I blacked out, my mom told me that I hit the wall.

After that I just have been supper tired my mom sees me walking around the house in the middle of the night, Every night. That is what my father used to do. He’d come in my room and watch me sleep, that’s what my mom said. Don’t tell my mom this but I feel the demon the possessed my father has me, I feel him watching me every move. She won’t believe me, I tried telling her but she thinks I am just still devastated about my father’s death. I don’t feel that it has me yet. But it will. I know that because he has told me, he also has my father I’ve seen him. So be careful it’s hunted.

            To be continued...

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Snow

 Author's note: This story is about how much i love it.  how much fun you could have with friends.

           Snow, cold, cold snow. O I just love the snow. Sledding down the hill, with your friends and family. Dressing up for the freezing temperatures. Making the snow family’s with your family. Rolling down the hill and getting the snow in your face. The memory's are so much fun. O how I love the snow.       

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

FOOD, FOOD, FOOD

Author's note: How much i love food. Also it is for writing circles.

          Food, how much I love food. There are good types of food and some horrible tasting food just like kiwi, or dark chocolate. When I am really bored I eat food, mostly junk food.
          My favorite kind of “food” is Chocolate, just like caramel truffles, also heath bars and just chocolate. I also enjoy a lot of healthy foods, just like apples and carrots, grapes, cheese, and also cherries and strawberries. and many more.

dreams


Author's note: Wonderful nights, when you remember your dreams
Dreams
Dream at night
Dream in the day
You have no were to go
But have an adventure
By the time the sun has risen
 It is time to start a new one.
 Dreams

 

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Black Fuzz

Author's note: The point of view from some boots. The adventure it takes the boots to the place it wants to go, a home.

            Hi, right now I am just on my way of getting put together, at the sewing station of the factory.  Ouch watch your needles gosh I don’t get any respect around here, all I do is get put on a convert belt and just poked with needles and everyone touches me with their greasy old hands, Ooh that’s just gross, I’m delicate.  But if you think about it why do people need boots like me, I know that I’m all that and beautiful but I don’t want to be use once and a while. I want to be shown off to every other shoe that you can see.

            Everyday I’m just going to be looked at, but sometime people try me on. Wait what someone just put me on and they said something and I think she likes me. Ooh I might just be taking home. YES no more in that crammed box. I finally got put in the cart and checked out.  like I know that I said that I really didn't want someones feet all in my, but now after being in that box for like about a month. It just makes you sick.  But the car ride wasn’t too bad. When I got to my “home” I was just sitting in a bag for a little bit until that person that put there feet in me, its just odd because she is my owner. But then I  got all raped in snowflake raping paper. Then on Christmas night I was unwrapped and I am still being worn almost every day.

By: Danielle