This is a prequal I wrote to the Roman myth of Prosperinia and Pluto. It was actually a school assignment, but I had a lot of fun writing the story. I hope you like it!
Moms, the ones who can always find something you lost even in places you have already looked. The person you can always go to for advice. The one who can pick you up when your feeling down.
I sit on the steps in front of my house. Doing absolutely nothing except breathing, (obviously), and chewing a piece of gum that is beginning to lose its flavor.
When I look at a zero, I see many things. I see a person's mouth wide open. I see a bowl with fish in it, swimming round and round. But I never see my face in it. Never, ever, Trevor, Shever see my face.
One time, I couldn't sleep, so I started to wait and wait, and still wait, and kept on waiting, and I strated to wonder what happened if the nigth went on forever. And it felt like that. But actually, I was sleeping the whole time.
I stand at the edge of the mountain waiting to ski down. I have waited to do this for the entire year. I love skiing and to only be able to do it for a few months and then have to wait is excruciating. It is like waiting for the first snowfall.
“Hi, can we be friends?” said the guy with the pitchfork in a creepy voice. “Ok?” said the teacher. “Good very good.” said the guy with the pitchfork in a creepy voice.
My life changed exactly three years ago. Not in some big, phenomenal way, but in a small, barely noticeable way. My name is Henry, and I want to tell you about something that happened to me in fourth grade.