That night, I looked out my window only to see tree limbs whipping around and snapping in half. I was so scared to sleep in my bedroom, I kept dreaming that a tree was going to come crashing into my room and crush me. Instead of sleeping, I stayed up all night with my dad. My dad was always interested in finding out what took out our power, but the conditions were too rough outside for him to go searching through the
It was a city, a city built from the litter of the sea. The street beneath her feet was made from timbers that had clearly been in the water for a long time, and the walls were lined with barnacle-encrusted stone. There were three columns supporting the roof, made of coral fragments cemented together. They were buzzing hives of life unto themselves; their elaborately constructed walls pierced with dozens of windows, from which light poured. There were three main streets that wound up and around these coral hives, and they were all lined with habitations and thronged with the Yebba Dim Day 's citizens.
"Alec Ramsay and Black Minx are out in front, five lengths ahead, AND THEY ARE UNDER THE WIRE!" the radio in the barn blared. I had just finished jumping my palomino "Above the Clouds" but I call him Cloud for short. Blackwater Ranch was owned by the Leigh's but they were at a horse show, so I was watching the ranch for them. I took my hunt seat saddle off Cloud's back then removed the saddle pad and set it out to dry.
What a Day Once upon a time I was going to Cedar point. It was going to be awesome! I mean I’m with my parents and my older siblings going to a huge theme park. Not! Sorry guys this isn’t a fairy tale.
We had spent three days walking and running on command until we arrived at the trains. The car was tight and crammed with a bunch of people making it uncomfortable and giving no space to lay down. We were supplied with a few
Once when I was about five, I was alone in my room coloring in my Hot Wheels coloring book. Then as I was picking up the Yellow Crayon, at the corner of my eye, I see a small little shadow just creep my cabinet in front of me. I quickly got up and ran towards my parent’s room with my coloring book, and I looked behind me and I saw that shadow running after me. As I was running, I stumbled over my own foot and fell.
* There are days when time moves so quickly that it seems like the day ends before it has begun. There are days when time moves so slowly that a day stretches and expands and there seems to be no end in sight. Jo’s days were long days. Monotonous and repetitive. She longed for change but the only change on the horizon was the sentencing and prison.
This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof.
Another day was so much like the one before, and the many before that. He walked the house and grounds, slowly, letting time pass as it must. Alone, present but not present, for can one truly be there if no one knows of it? Like the saying he’d heard more than once over the unmeasured time of his existence: If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? He ambled through the back yard, pausing under the tree from which he’d been hanged, cursing his tormentors, vowing to haunt them for all time.
As we slowly took steps over to our seats my fight or flight instinct kicked in. Should I have just run straight out the exit? The next thing I knew I was sitting in the heavily secured seat, getting strapped in and ready for lift-off. The seat hugged my body just as a boa constrictor does to its prey in the wild. The ride was now all set to go.
Just like in the ambulance there were people all around me. I felt a stabbing pain in my hand and jerk it away. The pricks seem to just keep coming. My instincts were to jerk away each time. I got to the point where I was kicking and screaming.
A couple weeks ago I was left home alone. My mom went out to Los Angeles and my brother slept over his friend's house. I went down stairs to get a glass of water. I heard the sound of the garage being opened . I gave it a second before checking to see what is was because the person who would have opened the garage should have came in already.
Thunder rolled and rain pouring down while I was taking the easier way to go to my job . Quick glance at my rear view mirror the police car behind me. At the first moment, I assumed he was not for me. When the sirens and lights started flashing , I was driving slowly. Pulling over to right and coming to full stop.
It was a sunny hot day, and the sun was burning me. I had butterflies in my stomach. when I got closer to my biggest fear, I thought more about whether or not I really wanted to do this. My sister and I slowly got in to the hot red seat and grabbed the burning and wet handle that would soon be protecting us in the seat that would bring us through the horrible, insane, terrible roller coaster ride called the deadly beast which i advise you should never ride. I was like a small little ant about to be face to face with the biggest animal out there.
“What a great day for a boat ride,” I thought to myself. It is a cozy warm, shorts and short sleeve shirt day at the time that people are arriving onto the big bulky catamaran. The sky is light blue with some dainty see-through clouds and a slight warm western breeze. I am located on one of the tropical islands of Hawaii, Kauai. The glossy white surface of the boat is blinding because of the reflection from the early evening sun.
