One day, I woke up to find myself staring at a dark, dreary, and wet cave ceiling. "Ugh, Cira, how did you get here...." I said to myself. A drop of water fell straight onto my face, so I decided to get out of this cave. Cold and wet, I tried to find my way home, but my silky dress kept getting caught on pointy rocks. "Stupid rocks," I murmured under my breath. As I finally got my dress unstuck, I heard a loud scream. "Oh no...." I thought. "Not Liberty again..." Liberty Sword was a mad scientist
I don’t know how I will get back to the hotel. I’m biking with Danny to go explore downtown. Me, Danny, and my mom and dad all headed to Los Angeles for a basketball tournament. Danny is my best friend that I’ve know since we were babys.My mom and dad didn’t like the idea of exploring but what's the worst that could happen...Right? We came upon an old abandoned car garage. “Ben don’t you think we should turn back?” Danny asks “Why? This is so cool!”. The car garage felt peaceful yet threatening
“Hello Mr. Johnson”, Alexandra says as she walks across the room towards him. “Please, call me Jeff, and tell me, darling, do you want a tattoo this time?” His smile showcases his golden teeth. “I'm afraid not Mr. Johnson, as I’ve said countless times before, I'm not going to get one more.” she stopped 5 centimeters in front of him. Smiling. “You only have one, on your ankle and it’s not big, or meaningful.” “What are you talking about not meaningful, it’s the deathly hallows from Harry Potter.”
“School,” said Charlie “Stupid, annoying, stressful school.” he continued “Hey, I like school other than the fact that there are studies and homework and - did I mention studies?” gabled Megan as they got off the bus to enter the door at the beginning of their pandemonium. As Charlie walked through the hallways eyes beamed him. Charlie was used to it, everywhere he would go people would ogle him because of what he wore and who he hung out with. Most sixth graders hadn’t seen Charlie. They gazed at
under the heat of an Australian sun and would happily retreat indoors to his cool living room to watch television shows on the TV, only ever getting annoyed by the interruption of tense action scenes by boring news reports about people in boats or stories about fights in far away lands. Thus, it was unusual to see him sitting with his head bowed at his friend Kawa’s small wooden table, scratching lines into the surface, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t hurt his beautiful brown friend
The wind whipped Blair’s honey blond hair around her face, the ends getting suck in her rouge (3). She pulled her charcoal grey coat tighter to her and she walked with stifling confidence. Head hung low and rosy cheeks no one would know she was a Vanderbilt. As Blair pressed the buttons to the com of the glamorous home of William Henry Vanderbilt III, a tycoon to the Vanderbilt family line, she repeated the words that she would say to her father when she got into the home. Over and over again she
"Alex hurry up before we leave you behind.”yelled dad. "I'm coming." I said picking up my guitar and violin. I ran down the stairs stopping by the door to look around one last time. My dad had just gotten a job promotion that required us to move, so we're leaving our small town in Ferndale Florida, to the big Apple New York. I picked up my box of songs and poems, that I didn't realize I put down, and put them in the trunk. I then picked up my kitten Louis, and got in the car. "How long is the drive
“Do you know how to attach a trailer to the jeep?” It was a friday night and I had just came home from school to take a nap. “Sophie does I think,” I said, slowly, confused. My mom nodded, “Your father wrecked his bike, we need to pick him up.” I was alone, my mom now asking Sophie the same question. The whole house was strangely quiet, and the only sound that was missing was the constant sound of my dad’s television. I rushed down the stairs behind my mom with Sophie following closely behind
On a dark and stormy night, in a small restless town hidden in the Himalayan Mountains. Their was strange unknown sense in the air that all the village people started to become restless and frightened. When all of a sudden a huge crash is heard further down the mountains. When this happens a young boy at the age of five was shaken awake by the loud noise of the thunder and then felt the chilling wintering winds that have pushed open the windows to his room. The young boy was slowly getting out of
James ripped open the bags. Hundreds of passengers passed through each day, baggage in hand aggressively arguing their innocence. He dealt with them strictly. His angled nose, stiff facial features and intimidating nature fit perfectly with the intense atmosphere of the customs and quarantine unit. James squinted at a woman and her son on the opposite side of the conveyer belt, not understanding what was taking so long for them to open their last carrier. A small shadow tugged on his mother’s pants