welcome to the big HOOT
A man sat engrossed in his book. The bronze statue stood still.
The statute and the old plump man could and would talk about everything! But the statue stood still looking straight ahead.
The old man and the statue would talk about magnificent things. The weather,books,sites,people the list could go on and on! The two jolly old men could talk about life and the things that make them happy. The two would laugh at jokes.
But he just a statue and him just an old man, had no way of talking beside, the old man started walking.
Hope. Searching- for hope. A magnificent thing but hard to find. Trudging through snow, climbing mountains to find hope. Days after days looking high and low but no hope. I stopped to rest, when there was a sudden crackling sound that seemed to be calling me. “Come here.” I followed the blue flame as the flame flickered and then went out. I felt diamonds of sadness wet my face. Hope was gone. I shoveled the dirt with my hands. But nothing. Just rocks.
I looked about into the setting sun, when with a warm sensation hitting my heart I felt my own hope. A small, sizzling, blue, flame.
I swam the warm bright blue sea
To tell it’s not make believe
The dancing pyjamas
That meet and greet
Still dancing as if they have feet
The vivid orange balloons that never pop
Thunder hill with every crash, boom and bop
Silence lane with not a single peep
The sand, tiny sandy crystals
Cotton candy clouds
The flowers that never die
Leaves for beds
Caves for homes
Tiny acorns on our heads
Trees are hideouts
with its bark for doors
Green Leafy vines to swing
We all fly
A little imagination
And pixie dust never hurt.
Tinkerbell and Peter Pan see you in Neverland.
The only thing holding back from freedom, was the black, cold, and rusty chains. Scars covered my wrists, making a permanent mark. My boring, lifeless, blonde hair covered my face as I screamed. But the return was my echos. A sudden fuzz filled the room and all became black. Suddenly a chill of frozen air blowing its song shivered me, where. These words floated around my head. My green eyes filled with terror as slow footsteps crept towards me, the hard push of a frosty finger made me look face to face with the unpropitious villian who had snachted me.
The chilling wind breezed by. The only sound I could hear was the rambunctious, squawking seagulls. I was alone. Old wood was peeling off the chest, revealing a note that read “You will live in fear until the time is near.” Ignoring the note, I put my hand in the box and felt sand. The sand was warm and coal black. Unanticipatedly the sand faded away. I had red hot flames covering my hands. But it didn’t hurt. But I knew others would fear me. So I ran and ran till a burning sensation hit my heart.The fear I lived with for years.
Gwen My Quirky Little Sister
There’s always that one quirky kid in the family and it is usually the youngest of the family. I live in a family of six. All different and great in their own way. My sister, Gwen is three years old, also the youngest of the family. She has eyes that look like emeralds. When you make Gwen laugh her emerald eyes grow wider and look prettier than ever. GG (Gwen) is by far the cutest of the family (sorry Jane!).
Gwen is very smart for her age. Sometimes I think GG has a dictionary inside her head. She is not like your normal three year old. Most three year olds usually say “daddy or mommy and gimmi,” and speak in short sentences. But GG speaks almost like a third grader and also understand how the words work. She has a very big verbal vocabulary and here's a story about how smart she is with the imaginary dictionary in her head… My grandma was talking to Gwen and asked her a question I don’t quite remember, but Gwen's response was “Umm that’s debateable.” Gwen had even used the sentence in the right contents too!
Gwen, you can tell loves adventure and likes to be on the wild side. Gwens hair can’t stay in a hair due for more than an hour. And once her hair is taken out, Gwen’s hair looks like she has been shocked by electricity. The reason I say Gwen is quirky and always on the wild side is because she does the strangest things. One time she found goggles that were blue and difficult to see though and left them on for the whole day! She Even went outside with them on.
Gwen and I have always have a connection. We both have the same facial structures. If you were to see a photo of me when I was young, people always think it’s Gwen. Because of this I always feel like she is my twin but delayed. Some mornings when I leave for school Gwen starts to cry and won’t let me go. Or sometimes she will scream “AUDI do you wanna take a bath?” And for some reason she says bath in a southern accent.
Cute little Gwen is just like the kids in the movies. She is always playing with barbies, playing kitchen, always asking if I’m ok, or playing with me. I love her to death, she is so cute and the perfect little sister. I love her quirky personality and her care for others. I LOVE YOU GWEN!
“You stupid girl.” The words felt like a bullet puncturing my skin. “You’re a nobody!” I tried to cover the spot where the bullet hit but the spot just grew and grew. I mouthed my agony. As tears drowned my eyes. Every time the words hit me it felt like I was being shot in the same place again and again. It was like I was under a cloud of freezing, metal hail. Soon the spot was to big to hide. I tried everything but the only way to stop this was stand up for myself. I couldn’t put up with this.
The small and weak boy walked up to me. Clothes saggy and bare footed. His big dark brown eyes looked me straight in the eyes. His hoarse voice wanted to start a conversation but the salty air had chosen a path for the boy. I looked down at the boy feet who had gravel and wet mud that was almost completely dried. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight. As I started to talk to the boy smoke covered are faces and the smell of burnt wood filled the air. His eye filled with joy as he saw the boats being made but soon realized it wasn't for him.