The Crazy Cell

* This is a story I created in 10th grade for biology x) so be warned there are a couple of grammar

     
      The Crazy Cell is the  nickname of a famous mental institution who helps these mentally I happen to run. In this institution we try to help them out by helping them discover their hobbies. My name is Nucleus and let me tell you all about  this place. I am the one who’s in charge and makes sure everyone doesn't mess up. First let me introduce you to the famous Mito Chondria. There’s nothing wrong with him he’s just very energetic and people say he’s  diagnosed with hyperactivity but I don’t see it. You see that one big guy over there his name’s Cell Membrane he regulates what comes in and out of this place. There’s also G.G Apparatus who is a former hoarder she is slowly overcoming that by storing useful stuff and modifying them for use after she done doing that she saves them in Vesicles and mails them off.  I almost forgot to mention the most famous twins, the ER twins, nicknamed Smooth and Rough. Smooth. They used to be troublemakers but now they have changed. The Smooth E.R is now working on the lab making lipids and breaking down stuff.  Now his twin Rough E.R helps Ribosome. Now what that means is that Ribosome makes proteins and in order to do that he has to be with Rough E.R. Don’t they make a lovely couple?  There’s also Lysosome who has O.C.D. He just can’t stop cleaning, it's not as bad as it use to be. Now he only cleans the inside of this place, I guess that's not so bad. I mean hey at least we get this place clean for free. I almost forgot about Chloroplast. He’s a really sweet guy, he really likes the place and absorbing light  the only problem with him is that some people say he’s passive aggressive, which I think is a lie. You may be thinking wow thats alot of people you have to take control of, but I don’t mind it what i do the best. Bossing around people is my job.

Dreams and stuff

I remember once in 3rd grade I attempted to make my own comic. It was called the adventures of Super Fifi and Super Princess (based off my best friends and I' dogs). I also remember how in 3rd grade I came to the undestaning that I was a horrible artist. So whenever it came to drawing in class I would draw but I was aware I was bad, however in like 7th or 8th grade something sparked and I was like you know what In gonna keep a notebook and draw in it. I did draw in it however that was also the time I became friends with a girl who who had excellent drawing skills(she drew great but to my 13 year old self I thought she was awesome) so when I looked at my notebook I realized they were bad drawings, the only thing I could draw was this hairy beast.  So what did I do? I gave up. I just decided maybe art isn't just for me. 9th grade came and I met two of the most talented people I know. Back then it wasn't as obvious that one of the people was talented but the other one was so talented that I was like whoaaaa maybe art isn't for me. The other one also told me later on maybe this year, art isn't supposed to be perfect and that not everybody is just born with artistic skills , it takes practice, I've never really realized how true those words were until now. I realize Instead of just moping around how art wasn't my thing I should've been focused on trying to improve. It's senior year but it's never too late to try. I think I'm going to practice drawing, I mean obviously I'm not gonna major in it but I think it's going to be a hobby for me. What about you? Did you ever have something you loved doing when you were small? Why did you stop? Any dream or aspiration in which you had or still have? My advice: GO FOR IT!  You may not be the best at what you like doing but with practice you'll get better. Try new things!  Go nuts! Show nuts! Well maybe not show nuts... but you get the point. If you don't know what you're gonna do in life try new things or even old things you've abandoned

1st day of Senior year

I'm excited for senior year. So far I, l'm nervous for AP English, prepared for Film Studies, and I can already tell I'm gonna hate AP Government. 1st period AP Gov= 6th period world history in 10th grade. It was horrible. I had a certain amount of kids who were rowdy just like now! It's not the same people but I can tell it's gonna be like that. I don't know if I'm mature or I just have a superiority complex but some kids were making jokes that weren't so funny. Like some kid made a joke about almost getting deported but that isn't funny like can you imagine if that happened to you if you were raised here and you're whole life was built here but you were here illegally and they decided to take you away from everything you know and live? That would be hilarious. (I'm being sarcastic)  I know everybody has different types of humor but I just think there is a time for jokes and there are times when you should be serious. Well yeah. Also I feel kinda nervous that I haven't started on the novel. Either way  I hope I can survive this class. Pray for meeeeeee. Either way how do you feel your first day was?

The Great Dali.

Salvador Dali. He was a famous painter. He was known for mostly being a surrealist painter. Have you seen his paintings? His paintings are amazing! Here have a painting

Amazing right? Well more crazy but they're really cool. Have you seen the painting of a dessert with melting clocks? Yup that's his painting. Even if you haven't here it is

 I think Dali might be one of my favorite artists. Pshh who needs Picasso. All he did was draw cubes. Hey wanna hear a joke? Of course you do! What do you get if you cross a painter with a boxer?
               
.................Muhammad Dali!

May this serve as a warning.

So I just saw a video today about leaving your kid inside the car...in a hot day while parents make a quick stop at the store. They tell their kid who is 2 years old or less to wait in the car while they make a quick stop. Well I just want to say that video made me very sad. It made me frustrated as well because I discovered that many children have been dying because of this. I remember seeing this on the news, a little boy died because he was in the car and it was very hot that day, he couldn't handle it and so you already know what happened next. When I'm upset about something I try to see the situation from all perspectives... including the moms who left their children behind in the car. Why might they have done it? Was it an emergency? Could there have been another way..rather than leaving your kid in the car while you go to the store where theirs air- conditioning. When the kids die...surely the mothers must feel terrible, they realize they made the biggest mistake of their lives, they might even feel suicidal who knows! When people hear of this happening they tend to blame the mom....It makes sense to blame her but you dont know what happened exactly...you dont know how she must be feeling or thinking. So instead of making the situation worse find a solution. try to see it from all perspectives. Lessons can be learned from all types of situations including this one. MAY THIS SERVE AS A WARNING: DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN IN A LOCKED CAR WHEN ITS 90 DEGREES. AT 104 DEGRESS INTERNAL ORGANS START TO SHUT DOWN, KIDNEYS START TO FAIL...WHEN IT GETS HOTTER THAN THAT CHILDREN DIE. . IF YOU ARE UNSURE JUST DON'T LEAVE THEM ALONE AND TAKE THEM WITH YOU. IF SOMEONE DOES THIS AND I SEE A CHILD IN A CAR CRYING, WHEN ITS HOT OUT IM GOING TO BREAK THAT WINDOW TO TAKE THEM OUT...IM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE. IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING. SO YOU BETTER LEARN FROM THESE EXPERIENCES.

Music's Role.

Music. What kind of role does music play in your life? I've been thinking about this question and I've been trying to steer my way around saying little to no role in my life. I really don't know how to answer it. To some people they can't last a day without listening to music. Music has saved their lives. Music is their therapy. Music helps them when no one does. Or to some it's a way of life. Their music helps them express themselves. They can even get a career from playing music. How I see it is if you happen to play an instrument you'll be able to connect or appreciate music more than some one who doesn't. So what's my relationship with music? I don't even know.Its amazing how music can make people feel sometimes but lately it hsnt been making me feel anyrhing. I mean I used to listen to a lot of music but ever since my sister got a new phone and used my Spotify account I haven't been able to listen to it a lot. Why? Because most of my music that I listened to was on that account. I use Pandora but it isn't the same. Pandora never plays what I want. Or sometimes it does but rarely. Or maybe I'm just tired of listening of the same old bands. My musical variety is very short. I could even list all the bands I listen to Depeche Mode, Type O Negative, The Cure,Rammstein The Police,Joy Division,  Siouxsie and the Banshees,  The Smiths, Garbage, Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson, System of a Down,  Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Apocalyptica,  Sonic Youth, Yeah that's basically it there are other bands which I only like one of their songs but I'm not gonna list those. And even in my list there are some bands which I've only listened to like 3 songs. But the bands which I listen to a lot Depeche Mode and Type O Negstive, lately haven't been appealing to me. What does this mean? Does this mean I'm a poser? Does this mean I'm getting tired of them? I mean do you ever have those days where you just don't want to listen to music. I guess this means I have nothing in my life that I enjoy doing. Maybe I need new bands to listen to but you see I can't say I like a certain type of music because well I just happen to hear a song and if I like it I'll check it out along with the band. Like for example I cant really say I like New Wave or Industrial. I like Rob Zombie but once I try to listen to Nine Inch Nails or KDFM I just dont like these bands. Same thing goes with Depeche Mode I like them but I dont like Orchestral Manouvere or whatever band the internet reccomends for me. 8f I like a band I like them. Well sorry for the long post I just wanted to write about my feelings. I'm sorry if I bored you but I just really felt like writing about this.

Because Laughing is good for you! *Warning* Might hurt other peoples feelings, and possibly allow others to question your mental state

"Laugh till your hearts content!" Said no one ever, except for me of course....to myself. There is a time for everything. A time to smile, to cry, to live, to die.....to laugh...haha.  Of course when I laugh its probably not the most appropriate time. Once I laughed because I thought this kids face was funny, no not funny as in ugly...just the kind of face that is so serious you cant take it seriously! Everytime we passed eachcother I would find myself cracking up, you'd think I was on drugs. Yup the kid always asked me why I was laughing, one day he gave up and decided to avoid me. He thought I was a bit retarded, weird, so I ended up writing an apology note wanna know what it said? It said "I wasn't laughing at you, sorry if you think I was" (and it said alot of other excuses) You want to know his reaction---> he laughed at it.  Wanna know why because we all know my apology note, that's a damn lie. Well that apology note was useless because its pretty obvious i'm laughing at the kid. Well that was a good laugh.....okay his face was funny LOL thats why I was laughing. When I think of this, or when I put it this way.. I think wow I seem like one of those mean, inconsiderate, conceited people who make fun of ugly people. But the truth is I wasn't laughing because of that. To this day I don't know what I found so funny but apparently I found it hilarious. Anyway I heard laughing is good for you so "Laugh till your hearts content!" but always remember if you are going to hurt someones feelings prepare to write them a shit load of apology letters or better yet hide in the bathroom and let it all out.......your laughter of course, or your shit..whatever the case may be ;D

One Big Change

So this summer we haven't written at all. I guess that's both of our faults. Eh Now since our senior year is coming up feel free to write what ever you want. And when I say whatever I mean WHATEVER. Like you can write a story, a play, a poem, song lyrics, or you can even just write a rant about something. Or even your thoughts on a certain topic. Or you can just write your feelings. Or write about your day.  Or you may even post something that makes you smile like a song of the day.Or hey you can even post a question and either of us can post a response in the comments. Or we could even post challenges.  From this point on this is just a free space to post anything you want.
You get the point. There are no limitations except for what your heart tells you to write.  But yeah. Feel free to write whenever and whatever. :)

The Senile Man.

Once there was a scientist. One day he thought about putting together some sort of chemical formula to make a potion to create the worlds best cure for war. He wanted to be recognized as the worlds most remarkable scientist who ended all the wars in the world. He thought that this chemical would give him and everyone else the power to stop all the wars. Who would have thought that behind those small old eyes he was planning something big. He went by the name of Benjamin Fullerton, a very old man with a weak memory. He did not have white hair for he was bald, neither did he have a secret laboratory. What he did have was an old basement at home. He lived with his old wife Margaret and she left him alone in that small dusty basement because she believed every man needed his space. One day Margaret decided to work up the courage to ask her husband Benjamin what he was working on in that basement. "I am a scientist Margaret, I seek to understand. I find solutions to problems. I have came to a realization that you cant win the war. You have to change the war into something else entirely or you have to find a way to make sure there isn't a war in the first place. I plan to solve the worlds problems with a chemical which I shall make into a potion...that I am creating in the basement" Margaret couldn't help but smile at the idea, "Oh Ben you don't need a chemical formula, you don't need any test tubes, and you certainly don't need a potion but you certainly are right about everything else dear." Benjamin looked at his wife with fascination and curiosity in his eyes, "What do I need Margaret?"
"Oh Benjamin it is because of your old age that you are forgetting... the world could have the most complicated war but the solution is very simple. All you need is love...someone out there has to care enough to give lots of love and nobody should ever forget that." Benjamin sighed, and began to walk towards the old basement. He began to hum a familiar tune. Apparently he had forgotten his conversation with Margaret. As he made his way down the steps he sang, "What is love..love baby don't hurt me...don't hurt me no more." His wife Margaret died twenty years ago in a war.

Its Been Nice Knowing You

Just Be My Friend.

"Will you be my friend?" That's almost all I ever heard from him. "No, I don't want any friends." Is how I always replied. I cannot say I regret saying this to him, because at the time it is how I truly felt, I couldn't lie and tell him that I would love to be his friend...even if I had said yes, would our friendship have lasted long? It all began in Middle School, "Nobody likes Brooke and that's why she doesn't have any friends." That same sentence always followed me, I heard it many times in the cafeteria when the "pretty" girls would gossip. Those girls were not pretty...not to me anyways. They were followers just like everybody else except  people didn't know that, they made sure that they were seen as the leaders of the school. They were called the Alphas which I thought was pretty damn stupid, sounded like a pack of wolves yet in a stupid cliche school version. 
One fine school morning I heard them talk shit about me with a fairly big group of people who happened to be my classmates. "Brooke is nasty, the other day I heard her puking in the bathroom."Another one added "Oh my god, YES I heard that she's trying to lose weight so she could be like her sister, but lets be honest her sister is gorgeous she cant compete with her!" I heard some of my classmates laughing, some smiled and tried to make me more of an outsider so that they could gain some sort of approval. Basically they were kissing ass, of course they were it's in their damn nature! I marched right up to that group on that fine morning and I did my best to defend myself, "You want to know why I puked? Because that day you were all wearing tight leggings with a shirt that couldn't even cover your own asses! And second of all you cant compete with my sister either because clearly you already lost!" The group of girls sat there stunned for a second, I heard no OOoohing whatsoever. Instead one of the girls stood up, walked over to me and spit right at my face, "Oh little bitch, poor Brooke at least we got an ass!" Everyone was shoving me and some girls spit at me some more. Nobody liked me or gave me a chance and I didn't know why. I didn't know what to do, in that moment I hated school, I hated everyone, I hated that morning. I didn't want to give up, I wanted to stand up for myself and say something more but instead I felt warm tears coming out of my eyes, I heard everyone's roaring laughter and I ran, I ran as fast as I could behind the school building where I knew I would fall asleep on the long green grass, where no one could find me, where no one would be...or so I thought.

It's Time for New Beginnings

That's when I saw him. It was the kid that often asked me if I would be his friend. He was sitting on the grass looking at me. I wanted to run again but I knew that if I got out of this hiding spot everyone would see me, everyone would laugh. "Go away!! I hate you! I don't want to see you! Leave me alone!" I screamed. He stood up and saw the tears rolling down my face, for some reason he began to cry. He cried with me and he gave me a hug. I told him "Let me go you stupid bastard, I want to be alone!" I think I may have hurt him badly while struggling to get free but he didn't let go. He cried and hugged me for what seemed like forever but it may have only been two minutes. I didn't know what to do, I felt comforted like a baby when its mother hugs him. We both cried together. I didn't understand a whole lot but I did understand one thing, this boy was crying for me, he was not pitying me, he was understanding my rage and my sadness. We sat there for a while, even when the bell rang, we sat there in silence. Then, out of nowhere the kid goes "Will you be my friend?" I froze, and then I sighed. "I don't want any friends and I certainly don't need any friends. I hate humans in general, I choose to be alone because it's better than pretending. Anyways, everyone hates me and that's okay because I hate them too. People hurt me and I hurt them too." The boy sat there bewildered for a moment. "But you didn't answer my question I didn't ask whether or not you are capable of having any friends or why you don't want any friends I asked...will you be my friend?" I threw a rock at him out of anger and I accidentally made his forehead bleed. The boy began to cry again, this boy was a wuss I thought, It was the first time I felt sympathy for someone in school. I immediately felt bad for him and I was angry with myself "I'm sorry look, don't cry I don't "want" to be your friend but I will be your friend so stop crying!" The boy dried his tears and began to smile, his smile was so genuine that I almost cried. "It's time for new beginnings...friend!" And then I did cry. I had nothing in common with this boy, I didn't need any friends, and neither did he. All we knew was that we wanted to protect each other, we wanted to look out for each other and so we became friends. Ever since he was seen with me.. people began to pick on him and say awful things to him. I defended him, I wanted to defend him more than I wanted to defend myself and so I did. When people threw spit balls at me he tried to catch them, he didn't catch them all. When people called me nasty names he got angry and for my sake he tried to call them the nastiest names he could and snitched to the teachers afterward. This boy was whiny and delicate. I was angry and an outsider. He was my first friend.  

Our Time has Come to an End

I didn't want any friends but there he was. I wasn't the greatest friend but there he was. As I see him in this hospital bed I almost wish I'd never known him. Because he is dying and I can't protect him I can't save him and I don't know what else to do. Today is his last day and I want to be there for him to defend him from everything. I visited him everyday at the hospital. We've been friends for only a while but it has seemed like a long time. We had nearly nothing in common yet we loved each other nonetheless. We protected each other and now our time has come to an end. I see him struggling to open his eyes, eventually he opens them. He looks so vulnerable and I wish I could help him somehow but I can't protect him anymore. I cry and when he sees me he smiles at me and his voice is nearly inaudible but I manage to hear him say "Will you be my friend?" I nod my head and as if it we knew each other for many years we say in unison, "It's been nice knowing you friend." 

Welcome Back!

Yay school's out. That means a little more free time. So this time things are gonna be different instead of having a regular story due on a certain day. This time the only rule is there must be at least 3 stories/plays/poems etc.  on the blog per week. It doesn't matter who writes it. Like t could be 2 from me and one from you or 2 from you and one from me. The keywords are at least 3. But that doesn't mean there can't be more than three. The possibilities are endless. TL;DR Basically from this point on we can write whatever we want. If you want one week to be a specific theme or have any questions just text me :). Good Luck. And have a fantastic vacation!

Drink

Drink.

Come on it'll get rid of all your stress.

It'll make you forget about

everything.

Even your family.

It'll make you feel nothing.

So come on drink.

He drinks and drinks to get away

but once he starts he can never stop.

He'll even say

things that aren't so nice.

He'll say hurtful lies,

or hurtful truths.

Then he'll be unbalanced, 

crashing into things,

bumping his head,

and maybe even cut his head 

with broken ornaments. 

This drink makes his tongue and body 

out of place.

The next day he wakes up,

in the same condition, wanting more.

Maybe he'll even bug his wife

to go to the store.

He'll scream 

and scream

and scream

until he either fall asleep

or his needs are met.

When he is in this condition,

it's very painful to look into his eyes

and see that this man is being controlled

by this drink.

The look in his eyes,

it's so perverse.

Almost as if they weren't his own.

The family around him suffers too.

They see this wise jolly man turn

into a man which is consumed by 

this drink that he spews random things

The wife sometimes gets nasty words

thrown her way for a cheap laugh

or she becomes his servant

and bartender.

But the next day he will awake

and find out in what condition 

he was in.

He will feel remorse and

regret

but he will not remember everything.

 So Drink.

Come on it'll get rid of all your stress.

It'll make you forget about

everything.

Even your family.

It'll make you feel nothing.

So come do you still wanna drink?

Why?

Why does society pressure us?
Why do our parents pressure us?
Why do we pressure ourselves
into this endless cycle of routine?

It first starts like this
Go to school
Play
Eat
Do homework

Then slowly play time gets cut short and then cut off.
And the cycle becomes
Learn
Eat.
Learn
Do homework
until near summer a new twist is added
Tests.

This cycle can be dangerous.
It slowly kills us.
Mentally.
Physically.
Creatively.
And even Emotionally.

We are told to go to school and graduate.
But what for?
To not be poor?
To follow a routine?
To become poor, and in debt?
This seems like one big scene.

The thing that they don't tell us is follow your dreams.
Do what you love.
Find your passion.
But when they do sometimes it is too late.

That's the reason why most of us feel like lost lambs when we reach
the place everyone's been pressuring us to go.
Sometimes we aren't even lost
because to be lost one needs to have had a flock or a calling

Ultimately  those who are already dead, just go along and finish
then they are trapped into a new routine,
Work.
Work.
Work.
Eat.
Rest
Repeat.

Some of are brave enough to just not even try,
to not follow this routine because they discover that they do not want to follow it,
but then there are others who are too shy,
too scared to disappoint their parents.

So tell me,
Why does society pressure us?
Why do our parents pressure us?
Why do we pressure ourselves
into this endless cycle of routine?

The boy who cried wolf

The boy cried wolf how dare he lie?

the boy blushed so bright why was he so damn shy?

The boy lost his shoe, oh well screw you!

The boy ate some cake, settle down for goodness sakes!

The boy wanted to fly, Okay Goodbye!

The boy settled down and began to cry

His mother never asked him oh son why?

His father only ever gave a sigh

The boy cried "Help" How dare no one reply?

The girl with the sparkle in her eye

Once there was a girl with nothing to hide.

Her angel and demon right by her side.

If you took a look you'd read her like an open book, 

did you know she cried in the mornings and suffered at night

did you know she lied and died a little inside?

She was a happy girl, one with many faces

some were joyful, some were bright,

If you knew death was at her door 

would you run to her and cry

would you at least

say Good

Bye?

Blog Hiatus (May 9- June 6)

So this month we have a lot going on. So many projects, benchmarks, and finals. So what we have decided to do is we're gonna be on a hiatus until we get out of school. This way we (or more specifically Jessica) don't feel any more stressed. So until that moment we won't be doing our regular routine of writing a story based on a promt on certain days. I know it'll be said but maybe during those days if one of us wants we can post anything we want such as a poem, song lyrics, or a short story on whatever we want to post. So until next time!

Royal Crow

The sky was clear and the streets were clear except for a bird. No wait it wasn’t just any bird it was a crow. One single crow. Its feathers were very smooth and neat. Its feathers were the color of coal. It looked like something that an artist would draw with such precision that came from years of observation. This crow also had such a distinct caw that whenever people passed they were fascinated rather than appalled.  Whenever people passed they walked by with such caution they felt as if the street belonged to the crow and anything could disturb it. They treated the crow as if it were a king or a royal heirloom rather than a disturbance. Sometimes the crow would go look for things to eat but it always came back to the same desolate street.

            One day some new people moved onto the block. It was a family that consisted of a mother, father, and an only child. The child’s name was Andrea. Andrea was very spoiled she believed that since she had blood from Queen Isabella from Spain she deserved to be treated like a princess and so it was.  One day she asked for a dog and her parents gave her one. It was a French poodle. Once this poodle got introduced to the neighborhood, people would stop and observe the poodle’s beauty. This poodle was named Fifi. Fifi was small and white. Everybody thought the poodle was so adorable that they barely paid attention to the crow. One day the crow went into Andrea’s backyard and Fifi started to bark at it. Andrea looked out the window and she quickly went into the yard and shooed the crow. “Go away you dumb bird!” shouted Andrea.  That was a grave mistake.  The crow went to the electrical wire and started to caw. This time instead of having a fascinating caw it sound like a screeching sound. It cawed but the family did not notice. Until finally Andrea got mad and shouted “ SHUT UP YOU STUPID BIRD!”

            It was then night time and the whole family was asleep. The crow then came back into Andrea’s yard, which caused Fifi to bark and Fifi began to run towards the crow. The crow decided to fly towards the dog and peck at her eyes. The dog then began to cry and Andrea quickly went to go see but it was too late. Fifi had gotten her eyes picked out. 

Okay guys here's the next prompt :D WHOO!

The story is going to be about a crow, It could be about any crow. :D The story must have at least one situation where a window is involved and at least one night setting. It is recommended to write about a character other than a crow to keep it interesting (but you don't have to). The story could be funny, creepy, mysterious, dramatic, etc! Be yourself and let's see your creative side!

Weak

Sally:

There I was standing in front of the Grand Canyon. It looked very beautiful and people were starting to head home since sunset was near. I stayed, I loved looking at nature any time of day.  I knew Mike was probably going to get annoyed that I was going to get back late but I thought “Eh Mike knows how much I love nature and hiking he’ll probably let it go” So I decided to hike along South Kaibab Trail to South Rim. As I walked down the South Kaibab Trail, a ranger asked me for my permit, since by the time I got to the bottom it would have been dark, I showed it to him and started to hike. Boy, was I thirsty! This morning I was rushing to leave so instead of grabbing water I grabbed coke. I know it isn’t good but I was dying so I decided to drink it anyway. I kept on walking, I felt hot and my body felt weak but I didn’t want to go back. I was certain I could make it. I kept on walking as I walked I felt the heat beat down stronger. My mouth felt as dry as the desert. I was getting thirsty so I decided to drink some coke. I tried to drink the coke but all of a sudden I found it hard to swallow almost as if there was some sort of lump blocking my pipes. I spit out the coke and kept on walking. Gosh it was beginning to get hotter even though it was starting to get dark. I kept on going on the more I kept on going the hotter it got. I was beginning to get light headed but I was too far in to keep…

Mike

Where was Sally? Usually she would call me if things got hard. I really wish I could have gone with her but I had to stay and make an important negotiation with executives at the company I worked at. Ehh I thought “Maybe she’s doing an ‘after dark’ hiking session?”  After all it was 7:00 pm and the Grand Canyon must look beautiful during the sunset. But still I couldn’t help but think something was wrong. Maybe I was overthinking. I could already here Sally’s voice. “Gosh Mike! I’m fine. You on the other hand need to relax more and stop worrying about me so much.” Usually after that she would massage my shoulders to relax me. I missed her but I knew she would be back but not soon enough. Maybe later in the night or the next day I would see her. I decided to make some dinner and after that read a little to get my mind off of her. It helped but I knew somewhere in the back of my mind I was still thinking of her.

Sally

I was awaken by an owl hooting. For a moment I felt confused of what happened. I looked around and saw that I was in a canyon. Hmm “Oh I’m in the Grand Canyon!” I thought. I still felt kind of puzzled. I must have fainted from not drinking anything. I attempted to drink some coke again but I couldn’t swallow. My mouth felt extremely dry and I felt like I couldn’t even stand up. Feeling tired and powerless I laid down on the ground. I was going to call Mike but I remembered my phone didn’t get any service in the Grand Canyon. I felt like yelling but my tongue felt swollen and my mouth felt too dry to shout or speak. I still felt hot. No that was an understatement, I was burning. The stars were starting to come out and instead of feeling a breeze I felt a wave of fire overcome my body.

I laid on the ground and took the unbearable heat. I wished I would sweat at that moment but I stayed dry. I thought this couldn’t be happening. I banged my head against the ground to see if I was awake. Big mistake I got a headache I tried lifting my head up but I felt so dizzy I just decided to lay down maybe someone would find me.

Mike

            It was already 12 am and Sally still hadn’t returned “Maybe she’s staying at a hotel with crappy reception?” I thought. I was about to panic but I decided to just go to sleep. Maybe she’ll call me in the morning.

                                    …

I woke up around 10 I didn’t have work since it was Sunday. Whenever Sally had gone to somewhere and decided to stay overnight she would try to come back around 10 or 11 in the afternoon. I did not get any sleep last night thinking about Sally. I decided if she wasn’t home by 11 I would go to the Grand Canyon myself. I took my time and ate breakfast and watched my favorite TV show in order to get my mind off of her.

                                    …

            As soon as the movie finished I quickly got my keys and headed out. Before I put the key in the ignition I sent Sally a text and called her. Straight to voice mail. I definitely had to go now. I tried to drive as quickly as I could without getting pulled over. I was pretty sure I was overreacting but I’d rather be safe than sorry. I drove and as I drove I put a CD of Sally’s labeled pump mix. The first song that played was of an upbeat song and the lyrics “When I come up When I rush, I rush for you” seemed to fit perfectly with the moment. Sally sure did have an interesting taste in music. It ranged from 80s synth pop to heavy metal. As I drove I kept on thinking about her. This was going to be a long ride.

                                    …

Sally

I couldn’t handle it anymore. I gave up hope. I decided to just accept my fate. I lived a pretty good life. I was married happily for two years. But the only regret I had was that I didn’t tell Mike my secret. My secret was …

Mike

By the time I got there the sun was setting luckily there was still some Sun. I looked down at the canyon and saw something. I grabbed some guy’s binoculars and it was a pile of bones. I got scared and thought it was Sally but then I remembered it takes a good amount of time for a body to decompose. Still I searched the canyon and found Sally. She was on the ground. She looked weak and in pain. I immediately called a ranger and told them my wife was in the canyon and if they could rescue her. They immediately got into a jeep and went down there.  Unfortunately by the time they got to the hospital the doctors told me there was nothing they could do and she died of dehydration

Was it the heat of the Canyon

It is hot...I am dehydrated...I'm walking on a rocky canyon...Did I mention it was hot? I don't remember much of anything, I remember something pushed my back and I fell from a small cliff. Next thing I knew I'm in a canyon. I have come to the obvious conclusion that I may have amnesia, I really don't know what to do I don't know what the heck I was doing in a canyon in the first place. As I walk forward the path begins to slope downwards, I hesitate, should I continue forward? As I take a small step forward I notice something white on the ground. I saw that it was some type of white fur on the ground. As I touched the fur thingy I had some sort of flashback. I remember a small white dog by my side, was it mine? I sure hope not the poor thing could be dead meat for all I know. I decided to continue downward and I began to ponder about the kind of person I was... I wondered if anybody missed me. I was so tired and thirsty I sat down under a small cliff and closed my eyes. When I awoke I saw a young asian boy in close proximity to my fingers, I gasped "What the heck are you doing?!! The heck! Get away from my fingers man who are you!" The boy did not speak. I kicked him in the chin "Hey Yo! You gonna tell me what's going on over here!." The boy looked angry "You so skinny!! Ugly girl you have no meat on you! You look like that pile of bones!." The boy pointed at a pile of bones "uhh eww what the heck is that?" I said. "Your mom." He said. "My heart skipped a beat, but then I realized he was a lying stupid dweeb. "Actually.." He said with a red stain near his lip, "It was small dog, white, more meat than you." I gasped and that only made me feel more dehydrated, "Shit! man what happened to it?" I asked.What he said next gave me an anxiety attack "I eat ugly dog why?" 
 

Back to Business

So now that spring break is over it's time for story writing time again! This week I decided to do something a little more... abstract. The prompt for this week is: The story is set in a canyon. The story must involve a pile of bones in it. This may seem a little strange but I have faith that you'll be able to do this! As usual your story is due Wednesday and Good Luck! 
P.S if you have any questions or that you might be late tell me. 

The Lonely Little Bird

Once there was a little bird who only had one wing, this bird was filled with loneliness, the bird tried many things to fill the emptiness inside. This bird lived in the forest and was surrounded by many, so many different animals... how was it that this bird felt so alone? This bird had travelled the world on a hot air balloon, crossed vast oceans with strange looking animals on a white things that float, hopped in places crowded with different faces so what was missing? This bird could not find the answer to his question. One day the little bird decided to ask one of his friends, the dog "What should I do so that I wouldn't feel alone?" "I know," The dog said, "You need to play with us more." And so the bird did, the dog introduced the bird to a game called "Fetch" where the dog throws the stick and the bird returns it to him. However, this game was difficult for the little bird since he only had one wing. "This stick is much too heavy for me to carry and I am much too slow.." whimpered the bird. The dog growled, "How can you get rid of your loneliness if you cannot play a simple game of fetch, I cannot play with you any more." The dog left and returned to his dog house.

The little bird hopped away and cried silently near a tree. A monkey came along "Hello bird." " Oh,Hello monkey." The little bird stared at the monkey, "You seem friendly, do you know why I feel lonely and unhappy?" The monkey laughed, "E-e-e Ooo ooo Yup I know why you feel unhappy, it is because you are not climbing on the trees like me!" The monkey climbed on a tree and began to chatter, she seemed very happy. "Try it, It will make you happy!." And so the bird tried to climb the tree, he tried to climb the tree with his beak but he fell, he tried to climb with his wing but he fell. "I Do not think I can climb this tree, can you help me climb this tree?" "No," the monkey said "If you cannot climb the tree yourself I can't be your friend, you are much to boring and weak." The monkey laughed and disappeared in the trees.

The little bird decided to spend one day completely alone and no animal knew where he went. The bird had forgotten who he was since he was with the other animals and tried to be like them. The bird remembered that he liked to fly. The bird remembered that he felt alive and free when he flew. The bird also remembered he liked to sing songs. The bird had precious memories of beautiful mornings spent singing with his mother and brother. However, his family had migrated to the north and he had to stay behind ever since his other wing broke. After spending more time by himself he felt slightly better "It's not so bad to be alone sometimes." 

The next day the bird awoke to the sound of some munching. A small turtle was slowly munching on some leaves. The turtle noticed the little bird and greeted him, "Good morning bird." "Oh Good Morning turtle." The little turtle finished his break feast and slowly made his way to the little bird. "Would you like to play with me?" the little turtle smiled. "I would, but you wouldn't want to play with me I cannot play fetch and I cannot climb a tree, I cannot do many things." the bird began to hop away. "Wait." The turtle said. "I am sure that we can both do many things, I know I am slow but My momma said it sometimes it takes some time to see the many things you can do." The bird was happy, "Really that's great!." The little turtle introduced his friends to the little bird, among them there was another little bird who had a broken wing. The two little birds laughed "look we both have broken wings!" The two little birds and the small turtle became great friends. The three friends realized that together they could fly great distances. The two birds embraced each other and used their wings together, they used their four feet to carry the small turtle and all three of them flew together. While they flew they would sing and laugh in the sky. The little bird learned that it wasn't so bad to be alone, he also learned that it was also great to have good friends to fly together with and in the end the little bird was happy and he no longer felt that lonely emptiness inside.


(ps: I am so sorry I forgot that the prompt said to write about a lonely person, I think I may have gotten carried away I forgot xD)

Solitude

He was always alone.
He'd never gone to school with any other kids.
Always by himself.
No one to bother him,
No one to bother,
No one to share his thoughts to,
No one to share their thoughts,
Oh how awful was this thing called solitude,

So one day,
he asked his parents to take him to a place where there where kids his own age,
a place called "public school",
There was different than school,
There were all types of kids,
Kids who hung around in a close tight knit group,
Kids who dressed in all black,
Kids who had a passion or a knack for art,
Kids loved to act
And many more,

So when he started school he was shocked,
People looked at him weirdly,
They said things about him,
to his face and behind his back,
Or Sometimes they said nothing at all to him
In class was even worse,
There were people who thought they were smarter than him,
These people would judge him and mock him and laugh at him
They would even laugh at him when he shared his opinion,
and argue how their opinion was right

He was always alone, this time for good,
He promised to never go to school with kids
Always by himself,
No one to bother him,
No one to be a bother to,
No one to share his thoughts to,
No one to share their thoughts,
Oh how wonderful was this thing called solitude

new prompt

Okay so the prompt is: write a short story about a lonely person who ends up being happy in the end. Story can be in the form of a poem, song, anything :)

92

May 25

Ah Spring time. When the flowers are in bloom and the weather starts to warm up. I love spring because it’s very close to summer without the scorching hot weather of 100 F and above. It’s funny how in TV and movies Spring is usually associated with love. I think it’s a load of baloney.  Like there’s just some sort of hormone in the air causing people’s brains to produce a massive amount of oxytocin. For me spring is a beautiful time to observe and to gain inspiration from nature to create art. I love to sketch pictures of flowers or paint something using color pallets inspired by plants, animals, or even the sky.  I remember when my inspiration got me into an …interesting situation.  I remember that day very clearly….

May 14

I was woken that day by a radio talk show host talking about how most murders were committed at a certain temperature I think it was 91 or 92. “What a load of bullshit.” I thought. I then changed the radio station. I woke up and went thru the usual routine with the radio on. As I got dressed I heard the radio say “And here are the highs and lows of the day today the highs for Phoenix are 92 and the lows are 63”  “92 eh seems a like a good day for inspiration.” I thought. It was strange 92 was a little higher than spring weather but then again it was mid spring so the closer we got to summer the hotter it was bound to get. Nevertheless it was still a nice day to gather inspiration.

…

I went to the park with my sketch pad and pencil. I found a perfect spot under a tree where there was hardly and people, there was a man on a bench nearby reading but I didn’t mind him. I heard the birds singing and I saw little kids playing happily on the playground. I observed the innocent, pure looks on their faces and tried to draw them. When little kids played it made me long for the days when I was a child. It was a time without pain, suffering, or tears, well there were a few tears but that was for physical pain like scarping your knee not from heart break or any other horrible event.  I smiled and then looked away. I decided in that moment to just enjoy the moment and just let my thoughts pass by just like clouds. I felt relaxed. I closed my eyes and just thought of all the good things in the world like people smiling, children laughing, and pie fresh out of the oven, my mom’s lasagna, fresh flowers, birds singing, and so much more. I stayed like this for about 5 to 10 minutes. I then open my eyes and when I looked down at my sketchpad I found a note folded in front of me. It said “I noticed you like drawing a lot please send me one of your drawings at this address. 123 Sesamo Pl. 85004 Phoenix Arizona.” I thought it was very strange so I turned around and there was the old man still reading. I thought it was very strange “It’s only a drawing. What harm can it do?” So I went home and drew a picture of kids playing in a playground where birds were flying and the flowers were in bloom. It was so full of nostalgia that I did not want to send it. So I decided to send the owner one of my old drawings that was colored of a bunch of flowers with the sun shining. It used to be one of my favorites since I had spent so much time on it, carefully paying attention it from the drawing the flowers correct to coloring it in and shading it, but now my newest drawing became my favorite. I carefully folded it and put it in an envelope I did not write anything on the back of the drawing just the drawing itself and wrote my address just in case . I wrote the address and wondered if I should put the letter inside the person’s mail box myself which was a block away or just to drop it off at the post office myself.

I ended up deciding to drop off the letter myself since after all it was Monday and the post office was full on Mondays and I did not feel like dealing with that amount of people that day or anyday. As I walked it got hotter and I started to sweat. It was beginning to warm up but it wasn’t 92 degrees. It felt like 80 something degrees. I then arrived at this person’s house. It seemed pretty sad no one was in it and it looked very old and run down. I silently put the letter in this person’s mail box and walked away. I then walked away carefully making sure I didn’t seem suspicious.

As I walked back home it got incredibly hot. I’m pretty sure it was 92 by then. I felt like taking off my shirt but didn’t since after all I was a girl and society didn’t see that as socially acceptable. I kept on walking and felt sweat run down my back and I felt my blood boil. I don’t know why at that moment I was enraged. I then got home and started to paint my feelings. I used a bunch of reds, orange, yellows and black. After that I ate dinner and went to sleep.

May 15

I awoke feeling confused. I woke up to a song by Type O Negative “I don’t wanna be I don’t wanna be me I don’t wanna be me anymore” and then followed the guitar. Ahh Type O Negative I hadn’t heard them since high school. Listening to them made me feel both nostalgic and pumped. I then got up and went thru my usual routine and after breakfast I went to the garage to look at what I painted. It was different then what I usually painted. It was the scorching hot sun causing someone to set on fire. It was different, shocking yet there was something that made it special. That’s the thing I liked about creating art, art isn’t supposed to be beautiful it’s there to make you feel something. I then took the painting and posted it up over my bed.

…

When I exited the house to go to the park I noticed I had mail. I checked and it was a letter. I opened it wondering if it was the anonymous person who I sent the drawing to.

Hey There. I received your drawing yesterday and I wanted to thank you. It was beautiful. You don’t know how thankful I am that I saw your drawing. When I opened the letter I was really angry at my wife I don’t know why but I actually felt like killing her in that moment. I went outside and checked my mail as soon as I saw your drawing all my feelings went away and it may seem cliché but your letter made me realize how much I love life and how foolish I would’ve been to kill my love of my life. I really wanted to repay you so I sent you a check for $300 dollars.  Actually I want to make a deal with you. You see I love art. And I like to help aspiring artists like you. So what my deal is I send you $400 every two weeks so I can get more of your art work. What do you say?

P.S

I actually caught a glimpse of you when you were walking away. Don’t worry I’m a lot richer than my house shows. Speaking of that I need to repaint my house. B.T.W My name is Terrence.

Wow I thought $400 bucks isn’t bad. Maybe this guy can even help me sell my paintings. I felt honored that one of my paintings actually saved someone from committing a grave mistake such as murder. I immediately wrote back and put the letter in his mailbox. I then continued my daily routine and that was that. 

And Then came Mid-Spring

Adira was covered with pieces of gum and pieces of spaghetti, she had just desperately jumped into a garbage can which was probably filled with spit and snot. Adira was a senior in high school, and the most caring one at that. Just recently Adira had bumped into one of her best friends, Michael Myers, the schools most hated bully. Michael was teaching Adira the secret handshake combo passed down to him by the schools toughest students. Adira gladly tried to memorize the different combinations....but truth be told Adira was not the brightest girl. Once Adira was scolded by her english teacher, history teacher, math teacher, and even the physical education teacher all at the same time because of her clumsiness and her inability to absorb knowledge at times.
However, all of Adira's teachers and most of her classmates cared for her because of her genuine warm heart. Students began to gather around Adira and the pile of trash around her. Some students asked her if she was okay but Adira did not reply, she stared blankly at her classmates and tried to smile but her attempt failed. Adira ran to the schools library feeling tears escaping her eyes. Michael, the bully and Michelle, the smartest, saw Adira's tears and chased after her. Adira was hiding behind the book shelves. Michelle sat down next to her friend and tried to console her, "Hey Little A, whats up with that frown, tell us what happened." "Yeah, tell us who threw that garbage can at you so I can give em a smashing or two!." Michael said. Adira mumbled "Um no im fine, please don't worry about me you guys and please don't hurt anyone Michael...I'm the one jumped in the trash, it's okay, im fine. You guys better get to class." "Uhh Adira it's bearly lunch don't worry about us tell us what you were doing in the trash can."

Adira spaced out, "Oh the trash can?...What was I...Oh yeah! I was looking for a letter that was sent to me, it said it was from someone named 'someone who thinks you are stupid' and I think I may have dropped it in the trashcan, I hope I didn't hurt their feelings because I accidently lost it..oh man...I hope they are okay!" Michael tried to stop himself from laughing but he couldnt hold it in and spit flew everywhere, "their feelings didn't get hurt, Adira they called you stupid! dont you get it?" Adira began to cry again "Oh, I guess I didn't look at it that way, but..but..but" and Michelle hugged her "Dont Worry A, it will be okay." She smiled. "No! I'm stupid! its bearly spring and I am failing all my classes including physical education! I shouldn't be called "A" who decided to name me Adira anyway?! I'm so dumb Michelle!" Micheal couldn't help himself, "Er Your Mom!!! hahaha" Michelle smacked Michael in the head "Shut up bully she's not in the mood!."

"It's  the beginning of spring and im waiting for a response to my letter....it will tell me if i'm going to college or not, I don't think I will make it." Michael frowned "I don't think that matters ya know." Michelle gasped "How can you say that it does matter dude! Adira has tried so hard in school, she may not be the brightest but she was never a slacker. It matters more than anything." Michael laughed "For a smart girl you sure are an idiot, okay let's be honest here Adira is a stupid girl, let's get that fact straight. There are many things that matter more than college, she has people who love her and I think that matters, she has support almost everywhere she goes. Me on the other hand, I didn't have crap Everybody hated me and still they hate me to this day." Adira broke into tears "Michael you aren't hated You are very special and important to me, don't worry Michael if anyone say's mean stuff about you I will tell them you are nice...and you smell like flowers!!" Michael grinned, "See that's another thing that matters you have a good quality in you." Michelle began to understand "He's right you care about others and that is an amazing quality to have and I'm beginning to see why these things matter just as much as college." Adira smiled "I love you guys, I hope I'm still your friend when you go far in life because I know you will I believe it! With my heart!."

Mid-spring came and Adira checked the mail box . When she opened the mail box a letter came out. The letter said "Some people who think you are bright" the letter read "Dear, Adira we are sorry if this was not the letter you were expecting. You may not be the smartest but you are the brightest, do not worry about you're future because from our hearts we know that your future will be filled with happiness. We are your teachers, classmates, friends, staff, neighbors, everyone you happened to bump into along your life. Always do your best and always bring that good quality with you, everywhere you go, you motivate us to do our best and be our best and now it is our turn to motivate you, we believe in you! P.S "let's go far in life together! We managed to persuade colleges to accept you, you're coming with us."

No new prompt this week.

This week we will be continuing  doing the prompt from last week since both of us didn't do it because it's just been really busy week for both of us. Jessica your story will be due Wednesday and my story will be due Saturday. That is all.

P.S if you forgot what the prompt is here it is again The story takes place in mid-spring. During the story, there is a letter delivered. (I wonder if people actually read this besides us. if they do we're extremely sorry to have not posted anything the last week)

Prompt #3

Woohoo we got through another week of story writing! Congrats! Ok so this week since we have benchmarks I was gonna do something like oh make up a random story but I wanted to lift the mood a little and in honor of spring starting   here is the prompt. The story takes place in mid-spring. During the story, there is a letter delivered. It may seem a little tough but just try to make it anything you want. Like it can be romantic, uplifting, funny, or even mysterious. The possibilities are endless! Try to make it your own! Good Luck :-) 

P.S if you think you might need a little extra time like instead of Mon-Wed you need an extra day, tell me. 

sào zhǒu

I come from a long line of wealthy snobs that think they know it all. I'd like to think of myself as a descent man of twenty-two... my parents think otherwise. I used to live in a small comfortable house, just me and my golden retriever, Golden Max. That all changed when my parents forced me into a huge empty mansion, these snobs never cared about my "Well-being," they only cared about their stupid money and reputation. I remember the first day I entered my new home, all twelve maids bowed down in my presence. I remember my mother, the old hag saying, "They are expected to keep this mansion absolutely spotless, you should thank us Thomas dear, they do all the filthy work so you wont have to, love you money...err honey." That was the first thing I heard from my mother when I first moved in the old mansion. I despised those maids, I never bothered to learn their names, I hardly even looked at them. I felt ashamed and angry, these maids are expected to work hard for God knows how many hours and at the same time I figured they were also my mothers eyes, watching my every move. I felt powerless against my parents, their wealth gave them so much power they could practically kill me and make it look like an accident. I often left the mansion, I would work long hours at my parents company or I would walk Golden Max, just so I wouldn't go back to that dreaded old mansion. After a few weeks I figured out the maids' schedule. They would literally wake up at 4:30 in the morning every single day, I knew this because I would hear the washing machine downstairs, or the swishing in the windows. These sounds never bothered me, in fact they were quite relaxing. The maids would clean nearly non stop till about 9:30 in the night. I wasn't surprised, there was always something that needed cleaning at the old mansion, from the twenty-five dusty rooms to the 10 dirty bathrooms. Some nights I remember hearing strange sweeping sounds at around 12:00 at night, I didn't pay much attention since I figured they were mice, or the tree branches hitting the windows. One night as I was falling into a dream, I awoke to a distant howling, I sat up in bed and waited for another sound....it was a dogs cry. I rushed downstairs and discovered a naked dog on the kitchen floor, covered in hundreds of needles, I panicked when I realized it was my dog...I immediately called the police. After a long night of investigating they concluded that a stranger broke in and for my safety, they set up cameras outside the mansion. The maids were not suspects since they left at 9:30, every maid was accounted for. According to the police all "eleven maids," were accounted for. I corrected the police "No, no, no I have twelve maids." The police did not believe me and they left because there was no proof that I had twelve maids, they figured I made a mistake. My dog died the next morning... there was nothing I could do. I fell asleep from exhaustion, and when I awoke the maids were scattered in different places, cleaning different things. I told the maids to stay in one place so I could count them but they did not understand me, they spoke different languages. I fired all the maids that same day, they seemed to understand that I never wanted them to return. I remember going upstairs to take a nap when I awoke it was 12:00 in the night. I heard sweeping and I ran downstairs as fast as I could. Two hours later, I found the source of the sound, it was behind a closed room. When I opened the door I saw a Chinese maid sweeping the floor...she looked as if she hadn't slept in days. "What are you doing here, you were supposed to leave at 9:30," I said. she looked up at me and said "No-no I working, Sweeping." I asked her if she knew anything about my dog...and what she said next will forever haunt me, she said..."I kill dirty dog, dirty, had to die." What happened after was a blur, according to the police I had fainted in the middle of the room and the Chinese maid died from exhaustion, they said she never stopped sweeping with her broom since day one. Her name was Sào zhǒu which I later discovered meant "broom". No one knew where she came from or why she came, but what I do know is that every night at 12:00 I hear Sào zhǒu sweeping with her broom and sometimes she even appears in my room and begins to sweep the whole night with that tired-looking face of hers... she sweeps all night with her broom...and never stops.

Chill

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. The rain started to fall quickly. Oh God I thought now I have to walk home in the rain by myself. This day had gone from bad to worse. There had been an earthquake that woke me up at 3am which almost scared me to death so I couldnt fall back to sleep and when I did I almost missed my alarm. This then caused to get to school a little late because I couldnt catch the bus on time so i had to take the next one. This was my 6th time coming to class late, so my homeroom teacher was very upset with me.

“Carlos, would you please explain why you came to class late? Is it because you just don’t care about your education? Or is it because you just don’t care about anybody else?”

“Oh yeah because I totally planned to miss my bus this morning so I could come late to class. I mumbled  softly "you need to chill."

“That’s it! I’m tired of your ‘I don’t care’ attitude! You have after school detention.”

I know, I know. My teacher’s a psycho. So yeah then I had to stay about an hour or two after school for detention. It felt like I was never going to get out of there. After I got out it had begun to rain and I had missed the bus again so now I had to walk home. I could have waited for the next one but I just wanted to get home already. I put my hood on and started to walk.

The only good thing about walking home was that it gave me some time to think to myself. I usually just observed everything but now since it was raining the only thing that was on my mind was the rain. I wanted to run but I knew that it was raining too hard so I might have slip if I ran. The rain is such a beautiful yet dangerous thing. There’s just something beautiful about the melancholy of the rain

Then all of a sudden, I felt like someone was watching me. I quickly turned around and to my surprise there was no one there. “Eh” I thought “must be nothing.” I kept on walking then I heard a noise that sounded like someone was stepping on a leave. I turned around again and there was nothing. The rest of the walk home I kept on feeling like there was someone watching me. I then heard a cackle too but I decided to ignore it and walk faster.

Finally when I came home I found my mom on the couch. “Hey mom.” “Uhh hi.” Groaned my mom almost too drunk to notice that I was two hours late.”  I hated seeing her like this.  I've told her before about how alcohol will eventually kill her but she still remains in its grip. I didn't want to continue seeing her like this so I just went to my room and locked myself up. I threw my backpack somewhere in my room and went over to my computer. I put my earphones in and started writing. Writing was my only escape from the world around me. It helped me escape and create other new worlds.  I liked to write a bit of everything; sometimes I wrote poems and sometimes I wrote stories. Right now I was writing a story about a guy who goes on adventures with people from the future. I liked the idea of escaping normal life and going to other time periods or even planets. This was something that soothed me. 

As I was typing, I felt gust of cold air on my neck almost as if someone or something was breathing. Maybe it's just the wind I thought to myself. I was scared of the supernatural so I would always try to come up for an explanation for anything strange. Any strange sensations, wind. Any strange creaking, old wood. Something falling, gravity. I prayed to God hoping there wasn't a supernatural entity in my presence.

 A few minutes later the volume from my earphones was muted and when I tried to put the volume up there was still no sound. Okay I was beginning to get creeped out but I hesitantly continued to write. Then as I was writing I heard a knock on the door. I yelled “Who is it?” No one answered so I opened the door and no one was there. I walked to the living room but my mom was snoring on the couch. “Okay that was weird.” I mumbled to myself.  I ignored it. Stuff like that happened all the time.  I’m not really a big believer in the supernatural, but I found that if I ignored it and didn’t get freaked out it would stop. So I went back to my room and continued to type. Then as I was typing words began to appear by themselves, they said

“Do you believe in spirits?”

I backspaced the message and once again

“Do you believe in spirits?”

Okay now I was freaked out. I didn’t know what to type so I typed.

Uhh I don’t know?

Don’t lie to me I know when you’re lying.

I tried to close notepad but the computer got frozen.

                Whats Wrong Carlos? Are you afraid of me? I thought we were friends… it’s a shame we’re not…

That was the point in which I lost my cool and turned off my computer. As I started to run towards the living room my computer was thrown at me luckily it missed but then I tripped over a broom that was on the ground. “Oh Crap!” I yelled. That woke my mom up “Heyy! Shut up can’t you see I’m… trying to –“I had ran out by the time I finished hearing what she had to say.  I forgot it was still raining so when I ran it was slippery and then I fell into the mud. I begun to panic so much that I had lost sense of all reason that when I fell I got back up and ran straight towards the forest. I then tripped over a vine. I tried getting back up but the vine then grasped onto my leg and wouldn’t let go. I tried to get up but the vine wouldn’t let me go. “Let go of me!” It still wouldn’t let go of me. A broom then appeared in front of me. “Ehehehehe.” “Who are you?” “I don’t know Carlos, why do you care?” said a dark female voice. “What did I ever do to you?” I screamed.

I didn’t get a response back I just felt my foot getting colder and colder I couldn’t move. I quickly turned around and caught a glance. My foot was getting frozen, then my leg. My whole body was getting frozen at a very fast rate.

“STOP IT!” I begged “PLEASE!”

Then just as my neck began to get frozen. I saw a familiar figure appear on the broom.  It was Mrs. Fuentes on the broom. “Who’s the one who needs to chill now--“ 

New prompt!

Okay so you are going to write a story, The story must involve a broom at the end. Think Creepy, Funny, Adventurous (It can be all three if you like) The option to Think outside the box is also available. :D  (Aida it is due Monday-Wednesday) It may seem simple but there are many great stories that can be made just with a simple item! (In this case it's a broom) Do your best!

I Love Moo

There it was, the most beautiful thing George had ever seen in his life. She was tall, plump, and had big brown eyes.  George felt it was love at first sight ever since he laid his eyes on her big, chocolate shiny eyes. He felt as if he needed to have her.  With her smooth glistening fur he felt as if he had an actual connection with her. Almost as if they were soul mates had met each other before. He was about to go up to her until Mary screamed his name.  “George stop staring at that cow and help me husk corn!” George then snapped out of the cow’s hypnotic gaze and went to help Mary. He hated husking corn. He was the slowest corn husker of his family. When he finished husking one corn, his sister Mary would have finished husking three corns. George thought it was useless to help his sister Mary, but he helped anyways as he found this corn husking allowed him to get closer to his sister. He followed his sister into the barn and then started husking. “How was your day?” asked George. “Oh it was okay I just did the usual ya know? Checked the hens’ nest for eggs and then went into town and sold the eggs. I didn’t get much but I got enough to buy supper. It’s been tough lately not many people are buying our eggs since that fancy supermarket opened up across town.” George wanted to help out but he knew he wasn’t good for anything. Although George had been the oldest of the two, he was clumsy, and not “the sharpest tool in the shed” to put into the words of his parents. “Don’t worry Sis, things will get better! I know they will!” George chirped optimistically. “I know but sometimes I wonder… what if they don’t” Mary said inaudibly. George felt bad and didn’t like when Mary got sad so he changed the topic.

“Hey have you seen how that cow’s been standing in front of the barn lately.”

“Yea what about it?” Mary said with a puzzled look.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda weird how it always comes every day and just stands there doing nothing?”

“Not really I mean I don’t mind it; the cow’s poop keeps the grass fertilized so it’s all fine with me.”

“I mean don’t you ever think what if it has some sort of purpose in standing in front of our barn . What if it’s trying to tell us something?”

Mary then started to laugh “Ahahahahaha. Really George? ‘It’s trying to tell us something?’ That’s the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard of.” Mary snorted. ”Ah George you sure do have quite some imagination. I think you could even become a children’s author.” George gave Mary an annoyed look. “Ha Ha. I’m being serious. Think about it.” George said.

“George don’t worry nothing bad is gonna happen to us just because of a cow.”  Mary reassured him. George then vehemently asserted “But I’m not saying anything bad is gonna happen I’m saying something good will happen!”  “Sure George I’ll believe that when pigs I mean cows fly.” Mary playfully said “Now get back to husking that corn, George.”

…

That night George couldn’t fall asleep, he stayed up thinking about the cow he saw earlier that day. George felt like maybe the cow and he met before. George thought it was silly to think about it, he felt like maybe they were soul mates. “No, no, no, that’s ridiculous humans and animals can’t be soul mates, it’s against nature” Thought George. Still George had ambivalent feelings towards that cow. “What if that cow used to be a human?” “What if that cow can shape shift?” “What if the cow is cursed?” All these questions and a million more filled George’s head. He kept tossing and turning until he couldn’t take it anymore and ran outside to see the cow. George then came back disappointed and tried to go to sleep. 

                The next day George woke up to the sound of roosters. George woke up rather hesitantly since he had only got a few hours of sleep. When he woke up he went through his daily routine and then started on his duties. Even though George did not work, he still helped his sister by feeding the hens, cleaning up the pigsty, carrying the hay, and any other manual labor that did not require a lot of thinking. George liked helping it made him feel as if he wasn’t such a burden to his sister.  After he did his duties George went to the field he was yesterday and waited patiently for the cow. George still had hope that maybe he could figure out why that cow would come and just stand in front of their house. George waited patiently. As he waited he observed how green the grass was. “Was the grass always green or did it have to do something with the cow?” thought George. George waited patiently. One hour passed. Two hours passed. Three hours passed. Four hours passed until George saw a figure walking towards him. It was a lady. She was somewhat big, had a white dress with black polka dots, and had black hair with a white streak in it. When she came closer it was then that George noticed she had big brown eyes. “Hey there, not so close neighbor! I just moved in here a day ago and I was wondering where all the people were at until I walked over a hill and found you. I just came here to say hello and introduce myself. My name’s Lucy and I’m from across town and I’d just like to tell you if you ever need some help I’ll be right over that hill.” Lucy pointed over that hill. “Thank you… Lucy. My name’s—“ “George?” Lucy winked at him. George was bewildered and then once he stared deep into Lucy’s eyes, a smile crept across his face “I knew it was you!” George beamed. Lucy then threw herself onto George. “I knew you would recognize me.” Lucy whispered into his ear. George then grabbed her hand and they walked into the sunset.

The Wishing Cow

John watched the cow from behind the tree, he took one step forward... and farted. He ran as fast as he could with incredible speed back to his best friend Ryan. "Dude what happened, why is your face red? Don't tell me you've upset the cow!" Yelled Ryan. "No...I, it's much worse! Crap, what do I do Ryan?!" Panicky John begins to clap his hands. "Well that's easy idiot! Tell me what happened before you start clapping your hands like a maniac." John made sure they were a safe distance away from the field. "I... well... dude I farted in front of a magical creature, maybe the cow thinks Im a repulsive human being...AND MAYBE, just maybe the cow wont want to grant my wish!" Ryan began to laugh, "Well at least the cow has honest thoughts." The two boys grabbed their bicycles and headed back to Worthington Elementary School. It was early morning and they waited as the school began to fill up with students. The boys decided to wait for Carolina Mcdonald, who happened to be the the most popular girl in school at the moment. When the boys spotted her near the lunch table they quickly took out a small notebook. "Hey Carolina we were wondering if you would tell us about the wish you made...It's for a homework assignment I'm doing on wishes and stuff." Said Ryan. "Sure it's pretty simple dorks, I wished on a cow in Farmer Jerry's field." Carolina gave a subtle smirk. "Well obviously, before you were Carolina the twig now you've upgraded to just Cow-alina!" John shoved Ryan in the shoulder. "Ignore him, Carolina I think you are the most amazing person in the school, skinny or with...thirty more pounds on you..And I like cows, why Im a vegetarian myself." "Yeah, Yeah Whatever just tell us how you made the wish and how you made it come true let's put the crap aside, heres the dealio, me and John here are wishing to buy an endless supply of them juicy burgers over at Giant Burger, so tell us the..." Carolina coughed "I thought John here was Vegetarian, what a bunch of lying losers." John blushed, "Im going for the endless supply of veggie burgers and fries actually but anyways..." The bell rang and the students began to rush to their classes. Carolina began to walk away. "Wait arent you going to tell us!" The boys cried. "Carolina rolled her eyes, "It's simple... both of you can do it too, I guarantee it, I made a wish to gain weight... then I ate the cow simple isnt it?"

THE END...OR TO BE CONTINUED...(NOT SURE YET).

This Week's Guideline for Writing

So hopefully this upcoming week we can get the blog up and running and if we do this week the story must have a cow in it. The cow can be a main character, a symbol, an obstacle, part of the setting or anything your mind can think of! So the guidelines for this story (or any story) is... there are no guidelines! It can be as long or short as you want to. The only thing is you have a maximum of two days to write. For example this will be the schedule. : Sunday: The weekly prompt gets posted up Monday-Tuesday: Jessica has to write on either one of those day.  Wednesday-Thursday: I have to write on either of those days. Friday-Saturday: This could be either one of us. Sunday- A new prompt will be posted for the week. Got it? If you still have any questions or are having any difficulties email me. :-)  Happywriting