Thursday, March 21, 2013

Fall of 1995

Author's Note: This was a creative piece that I wrote to show people that I know how to write a narrative beginning. This story will keep you waiting at the end of your seat to see what happens next in this horror story

It was the fall of 1995. Dark. Branches scraping across the side of the house. Rain falling like glass shatters as it hits the ground. Every night the rain came down and the branches scraped across the side of the house but, this night was different. This time there was a howl once every three minutes. As the morning awoke, the skies filled with darkness. Not a single crack of sunlight came shinning through.

I woke up from my sleep, I realized that my jar of lotion has been knocked over. At that point in time I didn't think anything of it but, as I went to go set them up again, I felt a cold breeze touch the top of my neck. I had no idea how to react so as my muscles in my shoulder tensed up on me, my only hope was to stand there without moving an inch. Before I could do anything, I felt another breeze, but this time it was hot air and the sound of someone breathing was slowly creeping up behind me.

Mid-noon was just around the corner. My stomach was starting to growl at me. I slowly began to walk down the stairs. Just before I reached to step on the second stair, I heard an extremely loud screechy sound. My foot wasn't even on the step as it made this sound. As I finished walking down the stairs, my mind started to ponder what had just happened a couple seconds ago realized that this house had to be haunted.

I thought to myself, that must be crazy. Ever since I was a little kid I had been living in that house. Both my mom and dad passed away in this very house. Could this mean something? Maybe the fact that they died in this house, their souls could be still here. But why would they haunt me? I’m their daughter. This couldn't have been true. But sooner or later I will get to the bottom of this.

The town I lived in for my whole life might have been just a big mistake. It’s a very small town; not a lot of people live here. The ones who do all have a story to tell, but if I were to get it out of them I could possibly get to the bottom of this. I decided to go outside to get some fresh air, even though the skies were just filled with darkness; it’s better than being inside. I knew with knowing too much that if I were to confront a cop they would all think I am crazy. At this point in time with everybody having a secret, nobody is safe. It’s one for all.

Not a single human being lived within a mile from of  me. I was surrounded by trees and nature. As I walked outside I glanced out and saw a shadow. From a distance it didn't look like anything, but as I walked closer to my car it keep creeping closer and closer. At this point in time I had to stick my key into my car to unlock it and my key wouldn’t go into the lock. Finally the shadow came closer and from that distance it looked like a shadow but, really it was a ghost.  I got the key into the lock and unlocked the car. I hopped into the car and started the engine.

Before I could get my foot to the pedal the ghost got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. My breathing began to slow down to a stop. The ghost got out of the car my foot was already “pedal to the metal”. I had to get out of here. There was no way I was going to go back to that house ever again. As I’m speeding to get away my heart couldn't be pounding  faster.

The rain starts to fall again. I sounds like glass shattering as it hits the ground. Dark clouds began to fill the sky. I knew that this day wasn't going to last any longer. I start to lose focus of the road but, regain it again. This point I have no idea where I am going. All I know is that something is going to happen to me, and at this point I have no idea when it is going to happen. I lose control of the wheel again. I can’t regain control of the wheel and ran into a tree. The impact of hitting the tree killed me.  My time was coming to an end. By losing my focus it ended up killing me.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

First Snowfall

Author's Note - This is a creative piece that Mr. Graf's class did as bell work. I decided to write this piece on positive reasons of having snow. Since I love snow this was a really easy piece to write 

         Just until the snow fell, schools were even closing before there was a single snowflake on the ground. 6:30pm couldn't have came any slower. By that time we had buckets of snow already on the ground. That first step into the snow, almost feels like you are standing on a cloud. Kids running outside, building snow forts and running with joy. As the night draws near, more snow keeps on falling and for the kids it was time to heat up and have steaming hot chocolate before you go to bed. Before the hot chocolate could even hit my tongue; I felt the heat linger on to my tongue. It was finally time for bed, tomorrow is definitely going to be a snow day. The next morning rolled around with the snow just enough to call it a school day. 

5:45am my mom wakes me up to tell me that school has been canceled. I ran like a racehorse downstairs to get my snow gear, and bring it upstairs. I could have been happier that today was a snow day. I decided to gather the kids from around the neighborhood to play a game of hide and go seek. This day should never end.   

Monday, March 4, 2013

Just Before...

Author's Note: This is a creative piece with imagery. I tried to make this piece very descriptive because I want you to be able to picture yourself in this place

As the tiger roamed the city alone, as king of the town, people scurried far away from the town as they could.  “A wild tiger has escaped from the zoo,” the news reporter said.  Just as the tiger lurked up behind him, he jumped up and killed him, leaving one less person in this town now. Some people were still living in their homes while others evacuated as quicker than you could say There’s a wild tiger loose in this town. People couldn’t  leave this town, because as the king escaped, he let out more tigers. He used those tigers for killing other people and making sure that nobody else could leave. As the tigers watched and watched they didn’t find any movement whatsoever. The king of the town decided to look around and see what was up. He realized that nobody was in their homes, nobody was out in the streets, sooner or later the Animal Control came and stood directly across from the man eating tiger.

Once they were ready to duel, the other tigers came right out behind the king. The Animal Cop knew that he was out numbered but that never stopped him.  The Animal Cop called his other buds as they came out behind him. They slowly approached each other right before the tiger sprinted toward him, the others followed the king and took down the Animal Cops, along with his assistants. Anyone who enters will never get out; these tigers were kings of the town.