How did it all start? It was a long, windy, lonely weekend. I was at home alone and I heard something coming from the back door. “MOM, IS THAT YOU?” I yelled. No one answered. SMASH! coming from the kitchen, “WHO’S THERE?” I walked up to see who it was. No one was there. CA.-BOOM! coming from upstairs. I ran to see what's going on. Still no one there. As I searched upstairs the power went out. “Who’s there?” I saw something glowing, coming from my room. I went closer and closer.
“Come here, hold my hand...” the voice said.
“WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” I said as my legs started to shiver . I moved in closer and closer and the bright green light moved closer and closer. The green creature’s hand tried to take my hand. Read more »
The bell rang; everyone left the classroom but me. I started packing up my stuff when the teacher walked back in the room and dropped a box on the desk next to mine. I ignored it as the teacher walked out of the room. I stood up to walk out the room myself. When I looked up at the box, it wasn’t on the desk anymore. It was now on the chair I had just vacated. I stepped back and looked around the room; I was alone except for the box. I turned around to walk out when I heard a thump. I looked back and the box was on the floor. I ran out of the room, went to my locker, put my books away and got my backpack. Then I ambled out of the building like nothing had happened. As I walked down the stairs I heard a thud then another then another. When I got to the bottom of the staircase I looked up and saw the box ten steps behind me. I froze, staring at the box. Thump, thump, thump was the sound it made each time it dropped. When it got to my level I was no longer frozen, thinking what could be in it. It could be something really loving, but it could also be something that wants to eat me. It could be both, a really cute-looking thing that wanted to eat me. I pulled the tape off the box, opened it and saw a.......
Remember those terrible, troublesome, terrifying threes? I don't remember much but the one vacation I took with my mom that year for my birthday. I remember going on a trip through the swamp, but first I went to see this rare Albino Alligator in a tank. I was there with at least five other kids. We were all just standing there waiting for it to move. The boy on my left was slightly overweight. With his candy in one hand and the other in his mother's warm, soft, delicate hand, he stood there just sucking on his lollipop over and over and over again. The girl next to me was banging on the glass asserting that she wanted the gator to move while her mother was huffing. With the sucking, huffing, banging and yelling, I started to feel perturbed, then I got irate. I looked to my mom and said, “Mom I have to go to the bathroom. I be be back.” I was about to leave when the girl next to me banged so loud I thought the glass was going to break. I turned around to ask her to please stop being so loud and as soon as I turned around the alligator swam right to her. We all screamed. The boy dropped his candy and the girl was crying. I was so happy they had stopped talking but now it was even louder. I don't remember much of those terrible, troublesome, terrifying threes but I remember that moment.
My dream vacation would be traveling the world and having a signature dish from each individual place or country. I can smell it now, the wonderful aroma of whatever the food is walking from its kitchen birthplace. I can imagine it being placed directly in front of me, its neat and tidy presentation inches in front of my face, the steam radiating off of it signifying its freshness. I imagine it being very filling, and very delicious all at the same time. I imagine wiping my chops with the colorful napkin afterwards. I think some delicious Borsch would be top. Borsch is one of the best soups ever made. I imagine myself sitting in a cafe near the Red Square, watching the outside atmosphere. I cancel out all of the noise around me. I savor each spoonful as cars fly by and people crisscross every which way, going about their business calmly and swiftly. Maybe I would enjoy some Fish and Chips in London somewhere near the London Eye- a light rain starting that makes everything appear shiny. I savor each chip and watch as the London Eye slowly spins. That would be my ideal, dream vacation.
I grip the sides of the boat
As it bounces up and down with the waves
The salt water splashes against my face making my eyes sting
Blue water, that’s all I can see
Then the boat lurches to a stop
It’s time, I must be brave
I zip up my one-size-fits-all wetsuit
Pull the snorkel mask over my face
Take a deep breath and jump in
A wave splashes over my head and I find myself under water
I quickly swim above the water
No, I must be brave
I take a deep breath letting the waves pull me below Read more »
I lay down on the white sand just as the wind began to gently blow, pushing my dark curls out of my face. The hot sun beat down on my golden skin causing warmth wherever the sun touched. The sound of the sapphire waves crashing on the sand and then slowly crawling back to the sea melted away any stress I might have been feeling at that moment. When the wind blew again I inhaled deeply and smelled the the ripe tropical fruit on the nearby tree and the intense sea salt coming from the deep ocean in front of me. I forced myself to stay awake because of the purity of the moment. I heard someone calling my name in the distance. My eyes flashed with anger because of the disturbance. I knew my perfect moment was slipping away with every step my caller took. I took a deep breath trying to commit this feeling to memory. My heart began to ache with an agonizing pain, because I knew this moment was about to be lost forever. I groaned inwardly with the distressing loss. I slowly kissed goodbye my perfect moment on my perfect vacation.
The perfect place is Neverland.
A place where there is always snow and beaches with summer glows.
A place where nobody has to die, a place where kids can really learn to fly,
A place where you can just sit and stare.
And inhale the clear, smokeless air.
I think how marvelous it would be to look across a light blue sea
And to see so many flowers buzzing with bumble bees.
To see the animals swim and smile, and let you pet them for a while.
Because they’re not scared you’ll take their coat. They’re not scared you’ll cut their rope.
And you can walk through miles of trees and paint their magic leaves. Read more »
Seashells, sand, some smiling sun.
Splash! Swimming, sinking, sharp, short stun.
Striking, stinging, siberian shiver,
Slowly subsiding, screaming sliver.
Snorkeling, sharing spotted surprises.
Smelling soft, sweet
Starfruit, small, sizable sizes.
Sinking sea stars, sand sheathed shoes,
Silky Sundays, sneaking some snooze.
Sleeping sheltered, stories spun,
Seashells, sand, some smiling sun.
I reach out with my my relaxed, golden-tan arm and grip the sweaty, chilled, fancily-shaped glass. My hand gets a feeling of relief as it presses against the frigid surface, cooling it instantly. I lift it up so my lips can reach the vibrant blue straw. I close my eyes. The creamy taste and texture of a strawberry-mango smoothy bursts with flavor, extraordinarily soothing every taste bud. I feel the scratchy graze of the fancy, petite umbrella against my nose. I place the glass back down in its permanent position next to me without having to look. A warm breeze gently blows across my body smelling of the salty water and summer sunscreen. I feel the sun and its sauna-like rays beaming down in mellow warmth. I stretch out my legs on my fluffy white towel and feel each fiber packed with the comfort of a stuffed teddy bear. The towel and I are cradled in a luxurious beach chair with the back set at a lazy yet upright position. I open my eyes and take in the ambrosial view. I see the Carribean blue ocean water. Bright white sails are stretched open, placed along the horizon. The peaceful sight banishes all stress. I relax every muscle in my body letting it seep into the resort chair. I then reach out for my sweaty, chilled glass.
The blazing sun hitting my neck and my eyes adjusting to the intense light.
Reds, purples, oranges alike, stacked on top of each other to form layers.
The perfect example of erosion at its greatest.
Thunk, thunk, thunk, then nothing.
The rock that sailed and glided out of my hand fell down the intense canyon.
Too much for my eyes to handle, I step back.
Examining the truly great and grand canyon that left a mighty indent on America,
A single bead of sweat starts to form above my already-wide eyes.
In my head a single phrase I always wanted to say next to the gigantic gash,
As quick as a thought; Read more »
The Moving Box
Someone goes over and peeks into the box. There are squeaks coming from the box. I am thinking there is probably an animal in there. So a person opens the box to see if there is an animal in there. They see ten guinea pigs. They are soft and brown and black. They are squeaking, scratching and limping around the box because they don’t like being in the box. We find a cage for the guinea pigs and put them in there. We go and find the teacher to ask why she put the guinea pigs in the box. There are five babies and five grown-ups.
Dusk had fallen over Lake Sunapee. The darkness trickled down from the sky, now that the sun was no longer there to guard to it. Gold-rimmed clouds streaked around the falling sun. Water bugs pranced across the rippled surface, spreading circles wherever they landed. No one was heading inside yet though. Sparklers were brought out, shaken in palms, still sticky with vanilla ice cream. Lawn chairs were set out, facing the fading sky. People ambled across the still-warm-from-the-day grass and to their chosen seat.
A lighter was brought out by a child, and hovered over by an alert and protective adult. Immediately the sparkler boxes were bombarded with eager hands and doled out. The first one lit was a green one. The blue flame of the lighter connected with the plain brown tip, exploding in a shower of sparks. The sparkler hummed and buzzed as it was waved triumphantly around. A red one joined it, followed by a yellow.The children pranced about excitedly waving their prize. Sparks flew hazardously around, most landing on the beach and the grass. Some arched gracefully over and fizzed out near feet that were quickly tucked under chairs. Read more »
It is the first day of the new century, 3000. Everyone thought that the world was going to end. But the end did not come, life kept coming, coming too fast. The world was overpopulated. Some countries had even built cities over the water. We don’t have hovercrafts like everyone thought we would 1000 years ago. This is not how our world should be. Our world will end, and soon; we will all fall into darkness. It started with a Big Bang and it may end the same way.
I lied, a fast, believable lie. It came quick; it just slipped out of my mouth. It was small, quick, and a white lie. But it grew. The lie kept getting bigger, kept getting more unbelievable, unkeepable. It was never-ending, like a weight on your shoulders that keeps getting heavier and heavier and won’t come off no matter how hard you try. The bigger the lie, the heavier the weight on your shoulders, the more it waxes. You start to feel like you’re someone else, like a cretin or a swine. And when your lie is found to be a lie, the person you told it to gets inflamed and perturbed. She sees you as a repugnant liar, never trustable. I lied, a fast, believable lie. And I will never do it again, never.
One of the things that scares me most is death. I have always imagined death as a great, scary monster that would come and take your loved ones for no reason. When I was six I had to deal with that big, scary monster and I had to overcome that fear. It was hard for me to lose my grandpa. I felt like I was running down the big-scary-monster-never-ending hallway. I would see a light once in awhile but then then the monster would come and take the light away from me. The door would be two steps away, just two steps! But every time I took a step it would get farther and farther away.
I had a dream that I saw death with my grandpa and I imagined its hand being cold, frightened, and displeasing. Then I got to talk to my grandp and he told me not to worry because everything was going to be alright. I was crying and worried that my grandpa was going to be stuck in the same hallway as me forever. Then a light came and my grandpa got to go to a better place.
That helped me overcome my fear of death. Even though in the back of my mind I know that I am still scared of death, I know that everyone I love and know will go to a better place and live a life that they never got to live here. Read more »
Spiders. Spiders really scare me. I can’t even tell you how much they bother me. I can’t have a single spider in my room at all, because I always get freaked out when I go to sleep, and then I can’t go to sleep. So I have to kill it. The absolute only way I can overcome my fear of spiders is by killing them. I have no spiders in close proximity, though I know they are hiding somewhere very close by. Once a spider fell on my pillow when I tried to kill it. I didn’t sleep on that pillow for a week. Spiders always bite me whenever they get into my room, and I always tear my room apart just to destroy him, evil fiend. He probably thinks he’s all big and cool because he bit me. Well guess what? Karma hurts, especially when it hits you with a shoe. Read more »
I was waiting in the long, endless line, waiting to confront my fear of heights and scary rides on the dreaded Pirate ride. Finally, it was my turn to get on the ride. I stepped into the giant boat which had stopped swaying precariously back and forth and I found a seat, as close to the middle as I could. I sat on the hard plastic bench, staring down at the operator’s booth, wanting the ride to be over even though it had never even started. Then the monstrous boat launched off the dock. It shot up into the air climbing quickly, and then slowing down as it reached the top, only to shoot straight back down, my seat lurching out from under me. I gripped the bar firmly with both hands, feeling my hot sweaty hands slip on the slick, shiny metal. The ship went up and down and up again. I could hear the sounds of music from the nearby rides, and the whoosh of air flying by me. I could see people encountering rides far more frightening than mine. Finally, the ride came to a stop. My fear was over. I had confronted the Pirate.
Big ones, little ones
I wish there were none
Shy spiders, bold spiders
I wish there were none
Green ones, blue ones
I wish there were none
Red ones, black ones
I wish there were none
Don't care what color
I just wish there were none
Dead ones, alive ones
I wish there were none
Big eyes, little eyes
I wish there were none
I wish there were none
Here and there Read more »
I snuck through the hallway lingering and peeking over each and every corner like a mysterious cat in a dark ally. The red lockers were my crowd as I ventured forward to the classroom. I glanced in; the board was smudged in red ink and numbers that seemed to overlay everything on the board.
It was risky, but I loved it. Skipping class. I contemplated... Nodding to myself I would find a small white piece of paper, scribble a few pointless words on how I was sick, tired, blah blah blah. The final touch of my plan was genius; a signature of my mom's.
Slowly I wrote down on the paper; my pen swiveled across it until I felt a shocking grab on my shoulder. Looking up, it was exactly what I didn’t think of. The teacher. Read more »
What really scares me is something no one knows,
something you will never see, something you will never play with.
What really scares me will never be in movies,
will never be done, will never be found.
What really scares me will never be on the radio, will never be caught on tape.
What really scares me is dropping my own crispy-fried chicken.
Little rain pellets dropped on my window. I sat listening to the "pitter-patter" and then the "boom” of thunder. Huddled in my bed, I reminded myself of the day’s events, a horrifying experience I couldn’t bare to think about.
The unknown is something you are not familiar with, something you don’t know how to protect yourself against, and it is something that fuels your imagination. It will suck the strength out of you, along with your courage, turning you into a coward. It will let you abandon things you like if there is danger down the road, turning you into a new person who is easily intimidated, forcing you to visualize what-ifs. What if I’m in a plane crash? What if I’m alone? What if I won’t be strong enough? Unless you control yourself and be audacious enough to dive in headfirst, the unknown will change you. But you can’t let it change you, you have to be the one to change yourself, to fight back against the unknown.
She is afraid.
Not of the dark,
but what lurks in the shadows,
Its amber eyes pierce the night,
waiting for the light to be turned off,
with the girl in her bed,
small and afraid,
alone with the amber eyes,
the matted fur,
the sharp teeth.
she hides under her covers,
until they are full of her steamy breath,
she clutches her stuffed animal for courage,
she steps onto the cold, hard, floor,
she grabs her iPod,
and goes back to bed.
She feels the pull of fear,
but lets it pass on over,
the storm avoided.
She smiles, as the music drowns out all else,
wrapping her in a comforting blanket,
of words, rhythms and voices.
She drifts to sleep.
She wakes up again in the middle of the night,
but she has courage,
and falls back asleep.
She is no longer afraid.
Not of the dark,
or what lurks in the shadows,
she is safe,
her fear is gone.
“No mom, I didn't do it. It was that new kid down the street.”
“Son, there is no new kid down the street. Don't lie to me.”
“You didn't hear about the Ronburg family?”
“What? The Ronburg family?”
“Yes. They just moved in yesterday.”
“Oh, ok. I guess I will have to down and talk to them. I thought I would have been notified if someone new just moved here... Wait. Who left?”
“No one. The Ronburgs moved into that creepy mansion behind all of those dark trees.”
“I didn't know there even was a mansion nearby.”
“Mom. You need to get out of the house more often. Make some more friends.”
“Well, I guess I will go greet them.”
30 minutes later...
“SON! There is no creepy mansion. There is no ‘Ronburg’ family at all!” Read more »
There once was a little white lie
that grew and grew and grew
Until it wasn’t so little anymore
it was big and red
keeping you awake at night
with guilt-wracked guts
biting your nails
worrying about what would happen
when they found out
Coiling in your stomach
Everytime you spoke
“Tell the truth”
it would scream
and you would open your mouth
and then close it Read more »