Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.
Hey Mom, it’s X-Ray. I know I never write to you ever, I know you probably wonderin’ why I’m writin to ya today. I just have a story that I had to share cause’ nowadays I don’t really got anybody to talk to, but I just needed to get this off my mind. Today, while the boys n’ I were just diggin holes, we saw Caveman letting his slave dig his hole in the hot heat. Apparently, his slave is Zero.
Title Day 1: I open my eyes, sitting up straight, only to realize that everything is turned 90 degree to the right… Next to us, a yellow school bus lies on its side. Pieces of glass scatters everywhere. Black smokes exit the cranky engine, traverse up to the height of an oak tree, then dissipate into the blue sky.
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
It is the start of World War two, I'm so terrified, my father has gone into the war I can hear all the gunshots, children crying and asking where is my daddy. I start getting tears in my eyes my mother is says "don't cry it is okay darling. " A little voice in my head is saying "It will be ok" but I Know it is not going to be okay, but I was so frozen with fear.
Jacob: This is the story of how I saved a friend from the brink of death. Charlotte: It all started 6 months ago. I was out with my friends Daffney and Laney when I noticed something was wrong.
The man woke calmly, just like any other ordinary morning, he got up out of his soft bed and looked at the other side. It was empty, it seemed his wife had gone shopping, the man turned and stumbled out of the room into the cozy living room. The fireplace was lit and kept the room bright and warm. The man continued walking through and into the kitchen, the benches were clean and ordered. He opened the freezer, got out two slices of bread and put them into the toaster.
Precariously balanced above the fighting, I observed as the battle waged between the fierce combatants, leaving a path of destruction as they carved through the decimated house. It was an outlandish sight. Four of the kingdom's most renowned assassins, two elves and two humans, all in the same room struggling to effectuate a single wound on the red haired lady. Her movements caused her to appear as a flaming leaf on the wind in the fierce surges of a tornado. Her hair billowed red and her eyes shone the color of a blood moon.
It was a gloomy, sad sunday morning in Boston, massachusetts. I went to my best friends Ava’s house. I saw everyone crying and hugging each other, I see my two friends Jenny and Joey so I go up to them and ask what's going on. “Hey Jenny and Joey, what happened?
You felt their arms circle your waist from behind, their touch gentle. You turned around in their hold and embraced them back, resting your head on their shoulder, a contented smile lighting up your face. "I could hold you all day, and never need anything else. " their voice rumbled next to your ear. You could also hear their heartbeat, pounding fast.
INTRO I have done it. I have brought upon the death of another man! I have blood upon my hands. For that I feel I should have changed but desperation has replaced the sorrow I feel for my actions.
The smooth taste of the wood smothered my lips as I echoed a song throughout my wooden flute. The city streets around me were dirty and loud, but I could only hear my flute above the rustle and bustle. I played sweet mishmashes of medleys, getting lost in the gentle noise, when suddenly I noticed someone, or rather something watching my performance. A small kitten was sitting in front of me attentatively watching with its amber eyes fixated on the flute I held. I paused my playing and looked at the cat puzzled.
Ian was about to die. He didn't want to die. He thought he had wanted to for quite a bit just a short while before, but after a bit of consideration and perspective change he realised his blinding mistake, that it wasn't that he had wanted his life to end at all. Ian wanted a change, simply put - a good one; one that when he woke up in the morning he could think back happily and say to himself ‘boy, I’m glad I’m still not dead. Thank goodness for that good thing that happened’.
Rose looks up axiously, she felt the dirt and gravel underneath the path as she walks down the road to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her cousin is by her side, he squeezes her shoulder comfortingly. They arrive at the majestic castle, and they gasp in delight. Rose muses as she touches the walls, and feels a pull. She suddenly feels a bundle of emotions, all confusing her.
The voice had always been there. Not in the absurd ‘Devil and Angel’ way, no. Most of the time, it wouldn’t bug me, it stayed reserved to its place, at the back of my mind. Then there were those times when the fuse would get lit, and like an instant trigger, the voice would resurface. You might try telling me it’s Schizophrenia, but I know that’s not the case.
