Elijah And Elijah - Original Writing

Rays of golden sunlight were piercing the blue sky. Today was a hot day. There had been no rain in the last month. A young child was playing in the field while his father was harvesting the crops. The boy was playing among the newly harvested golden vegetables. There were a lot more vegetables than he remembered from years past. The boy knew they were going to sell most of this harvest. Where are the other plants that he remembered? Why was corn the only thing growing? Why is it in straight lines instead of winding around the property like it normally did? He pondered these questions on the way to school. Today, unlike normal, his teacher let him out of school early. Though he thought nothing of it at the time the sky was turning dark. It

I made my way to my aunt’s house. Her home smelled of fresh cut pine, and she offered me a cup of coffee with a cinnamon stick in it. I accepted, and we went to the kitchen table and discussed our week. As she talked, I looked out her kitchen table. A small oak grew in the front yard. Snow capped the birdfeeder beside her bird bath.

About a week later, thing was out of usual. The sun was didn’t come out, they bird wasn’t squeezing anymore, James wife was in a bad mood and James didn’t feel like reading his favorite book. The cloud was very dark, James see people in a hurry to read the newspaper like never before. People gather in group and they read the important thing in the newspaper out loud so the mob of people gather around could hear. “James called his wife honey could

The boy lay there next to his father keeping each other warm from the chilling atmosphere where they set camp. The air was so moist it turned the dirt into damp mud and the boy could feel his sleeping bag submerge into it. The intimidating glare of an owl examining him sent a tingle up his spine. The sounds of bugs chiming filled the ambience, killing the silence giving him a sense of security. He looked up at the twilight sky illuminated by the blinding shimmer of the full moon gleaming through the forest trees over him. Surrounding it was an array of glimmering stars prompting the sky alive. As his body grew accustomed to the environment, each natural attribute gave him comfort and allowed him to slowly fall into a deep sleep.

The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

Jonas lay in a bed, he was warm. To the left of him there was a side table with an oil lamp that lit the room. To his right he could see a window, it was snowing outside and he could tell from the daylight that it was early evening. He could smell something in the air. It wasn't a bad smell, it was a calming soothing smell, which he liked. Jonas was admiring the paintings on the walls when someone walked in the door. She had luscious brown hair that flowed over her shoulders. She was wearing a blue dress with intricate designs and patterns on it. She carried a tray with soup, bread, and water, which she placed on the side

One the door was shut I walked to the boiling pot of soup and put some in a bowl for Vera and called her in to eat. Next Brett came in and I got he and I some meat and bread. We sat eating thinking about what we would do now without john. Brett was done and he asked if he could step outside for a few moments.

One day when his father wasn't home he went in his room and started looking around. After some time he found letters from his mom. He became curious about his mother’s death. When he was in the middle of all the letters he started getting traumatized by what he found out. Some time later his dad came in the room and saw and he was very worried.

The house was mess. So was her life. Every minute of every day seemed so full. Her days were never ending with ball practice's, ballet classes, school meetings, home meetings, and business meetings; this-that, and the other. She felt

It was a bright and sunny day in the big city of, Big City. Everyone in the city was full of joy and was very exuberant and upbeat. Dan was out and about like he normally was, he always had something to do, but today was different. He realized that he should start his day in the park. Everything was perfect for him he felt like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was seeing everything in a bright and shiny way. He heard the sound of birds chirping all around him. The atmosphere was filled with clean uncut and unpolluted air that felt like it tasted like something that just came from heaven. He felt that he was in heaven everything felt so unique and wonderful that he began to run around and touch everything. Everyone look at him like he

The kitchen was dim and had a musty, bread-filled smell. A candle was lit on the well-worn wooden table. My auntie sat on a stool, bent over, repairing some of the Mistress’ fine clothing. Auntie was the closest thing I had to mother after Mas’er sold Mama. I could hear the rain coming through the hole in the ceiling and into the pot we had sitting underneath. It was a cozy room to me. . . one of my favorites, actually. My younger brother, Samuel, had finished his work. He, Pa, and a close friend sat near the stove, warming their hands and feet.

One day Mrs. Johnson awoke from her routine, leisurely afternoon nap. She stood, stretching her arms clear to the ceiling. She was thinking about what she was going to do for the rest of the day. Once she concluded what to do she put on one of her favorite outfits. This put a huge smile on her face and a hop in her step. She opens the door and inhales the refreshing smell of New York City. She glances around taking in the vibrant colors of the flowers on her porch and the laughter of nearby children. She is absolutely positive that this afternoon will be perfect.

I crossed the street quickly and ran up the driveway I knew so well. I ran up to David’s front door and turned the knob out of habit. They had locked their door. I had been friends with David for I can’t remember how long and in all those years I never once saw their door locked. I knocked softly, looking behind me to make sure the road was clear. David opened the door for me with a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

I rose from my nap, it was early evening and a light sprinkle fell. As I showered, I thought about Dad his stories. His inability to distinguish between his homeland and his childhood home seemed strange to me. In that sense he was the opposite of Samuel.