Famous lines writing

The sky above the port was the color of television, turned to a dead channel. Sadness filled tom because he knew what was to become of him. Even though it should be another man not him, Tom was wrongly accused of killing the preacher’s daughter. It was because of her being the purist of the land that his sentence was so harsh. He was to be killed for “his” wrong doing. The way he was to be killed would be eaten by sharks. But no one cued find a reason why Tom would even do such a thing. Tom started to think of the night he first met her. Malinda was her name. She was walking home on a rainy day from the market. No one expected rain so she didn’t even have her umbrella. Tom knew that no one was really supposed to talk to her. His parents made shire he knew that since she was born. But she looked so lonely and sad. He couldn’t help himself so he walked over to her with kind eyes and without saying anything put his umbrella over her head and walked her home. From that day on they promised to meet every Saturday under her favorite willow tree. One day though Tom was running late. He had done this many times when he would bring a surprise. This time it was fresh muffins from his mother that he was bringing her but as he came closer to the willow nothing moved. Not a sound was made. No one called his name or came jumping over to see what was in the basket he held. The leaves blew in the wind as he froze. There on the ground she led with her hands crossed over her chest ad blood staining her dress. Tom dropped the basket ad ran over to her holding her in his arms trying to find her heart. Calling for help hoping someone would come to help him but no one did. The metal door in front of Tom opened as his memory ended. The door lead to the under part of a ship, Inside there was nothing he cued see but moans were heard from all of the walls. Tom was the last one to be put on the ship over the time of ten seven days. None of the men on the boat were given food or water in this time. The room smelled of death as Tom walked down the stairs in to the boat. As he stepped off the last step he heard a splash and water flow in to his shoes. That’s when he realized that the smell of death was from the fish and blood they had filled the bottom with to get the sharks. Toms fear grew as, He heard the ring of steel against steel as a far door clanged shut.

Writers as readers

1-When I read I do need to be comfy. If I’m not, I might risk reading a line over and over again. I like to be on my bed at home but will sometimes travel to the living room to be with my dad. If I’m to be snaking on something I like hard candy that I have to suck on but not suckers (there are these hard Lego candies at Mr. Bulkys that I like), and no matter what I have to have a drink with me. 2-I love to read action, mostly because it’s always full of adventure. With my life I’m at home to go school go home, and repeat. But in these stories I feel like I can escape from this life and do whatever the writer has put down. Almost like a planed vacation. 4- I have to say my favorite memory of reading was when I was really in to the hunger games books. My mom got them for my brother, before she knew I loved them. So she let me get in to his box set slip the book out for two nights (that’s all I needed), and let me read it. I never wanted to stop reading it but I couldn’t let it leave my room or he might see it. SO I would “go to bed” early and now there was something wonderful under my pillow and stay up all night reading, always repeating the sentence, “Just one last chapter.” 5- The hunger games. I love all of the action and romance that comes in it. The books were like portals to another world for me. I never wanted to put them down because they felt so real. Like if I stop reading than the government really is going to win and the games would never end. So I guess because they felt so real. 13- I do think that one day I might write a book. I don’t really know, mostly because I want to be a baker. So I don’t know if I would have time with running my own shop, but if I ever did get the time than I would. I already have ideas that I would like to bring to life one day, all fiction and about very is things.

Writers dreaming

#3. I do think that talking about bad things gives them more power. Mostly because your letting them get in to your mind. When something gets to you, you’re letting in take control of something. To me that is a type of power. Isn’t having power, simply having control over another thing. And your brain holds our emotions, which control use. How we feel, look, act. Let something take control of that and it can even get to the point of having power over you. #4. Before I was having dreams about losing teeth or storms coming through and taking them apart, I had wonderful dreams. Ones of me with my idol, fictional characters, or even doing things really cool like flying. But then the night mares came. All of my dreams would end the same with me losing my teeth or a storm coming in a talking something good from me. These dreams scared me so bad that I looked up what they meant one day as I was sitting at home. The translation I found said that losing your teeth means that you are going through something bad and might even be depressed. It scared me when I read that becauase4 I started having them a few months before I lost my mother. #9. I get distracted very easy. Even the smallest peace of glitter on the ground can get me to look at it. I might start thinking I need this no I need that, why can’t I find what I need. Then I won’t rest until I found that one thing that I was looking for. Most of the times it’s drinks. For me a room needs to be quite and music is optional. If I’m in class than I love it but I hate it at home because I have to use buds and then I’ll find myself not being able o clear my thoughts with someone else’s running all over my brain.

Dream thread

 

In front of me was a wolf…

I knew exactly who it belonged to. The gold teeth the shined in its mouth was more than enough to tell me. That person, no that thing wanted me dead. After all I did for him…Dad. The man who made me in a lab and now who wanted to destroy me! Tears flew from my eyes remembering our times together before I changed.  As the tears made it harder to see I made out a man stepping out from the dark and I wiped them away. His voice echoed in my ears “Jenifer, we both knew it would come to this. You can’t live your costing me money and you’re not even human. But please let me end this peaceful.” He held up a syringe that would kill me instantly if I gave him the chance. Full of fear I did the first thing that came to mind…

And that’s when I jumped of the roof…



Do Dreams Mean Anything?

 

I personal do think that dreams mean more than they really are. I believe that if you translate them right, that they can possibly even help predict the future. Or show worries and concerns you have. I remember when I was younger that I had a dream of me and my brother watching a movie with me on the couch and him at the computer. I cudent tell what movie it was because of discoloration but I cued hear Scooby’s voice. That same morning after I forgot my dream I found me and my brother watching Scooby doo cyber chase together with me on the couch and him at the computer. I thought to myself thinking how it felt very similar than I remember hearing Scooby and remembered my dream. This time though, I was able to make out the images on the T.V screen and it was that same movie but in really weird colors.

One more dream I had was of me and my mom. How we were chilling out in the beginning but then we had to go on an adventure to save the world. We had to drive in a van and soon found out we had to pool over and make a stop. As we got out she kept walking as I lost all of my teeth. Later when I translated this dream it meant that I myself was going to go on an adventure and come to a challenge were I would lose control of the situation. It was only a month after I had that dream did my mother have to go to St. Louis, (the adventure) were she passed away, (the challenge) and I lost complete control of what was going on, (the control).

Rormantic Purple

 

Right

Or wrong I don’t

Mind. Being

Able to write all

Night of

Tails about two loved ones

In sync with each other. Nothing

Cued be better for me

Perhaps it’s how I

Understand feelings of

Roaring hearts in

People, so

Love stories are the

Essayist to write for me.

Air Kiss

 

Beth and Ron were high school sweet hearts. They loved each other from the very beginning. Getting marred after collage knowing they were meant to be. But one day the army called to take Ron away. Saying he had to go for he was being deployed in to the war. With one last hug a week later he said “Every night before you go to bed. Kiss the air, and it will fly to me wherever I am”.

Beth did this every night for two months. Until she got a call from the army saying Ron had been killed. She fell to her knees and heard the man say, “The last thing he spoke was, I received them all.” The tears flew from her eyes as she once more kissed the air. Knowing wherever he was he still got her kiss. Beth did this every night knowing one day she would see him again.

The Door

 

The door, the door, I must make it to the door! The monsters the monsters! With their glowing teeth and eyes! With claws that can grab me from behind! I know not where he is but he’s there! He sees me in the dark all alone. The monster. The fright scares me so bad! Yet my little legs carried me so far from the start. There! The door! With right behind it a glowing light! The door so tall. I reach for it and for a second it feels as if it reaches for me! My hand twisted and flung it open only to slamme again! There in the light I stude with all my toys. In my room I was safe. The monster cued not reach me from behind that door.

 But there was another war to me fought. With more monsters that hind in the dark. I make my path with my mind and reach up so tall. With a flick of my finger the dark surrounds me and I run! My bed my bed! I must reach my bed! With a leap over the one underneath! I tumble in to the covers that bring me in. They fly over my head as I bunker done. To hid from the one that’s in another realm. Yes! I have victory! To hid from the monsters and trick them as if I’m not here! They have left me until I reaper. I close my eyes and think of sleep. But there’s a small urge inside of me. That’s when I remember…I really have to pee…