Short Story : ' Love You Forever ' From My Favourite Childhood Book By Robert Munsch

I hurried to get dressed with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past my cast. I also wore a red tie and black skinny jeans. I could only sing so we had to use the track guitar. Last thing I had to do was my vocal warmups. I finished and went to the side of the stage. My mind was swirled with thoughts as the video ran and our cue was said to go on stage. My microphone was on me and I was as ready as I was ever going to be. We all ran on stage and started to play. We started with undisclosed desires. Since I didn’t have my guitar to play it gave me a chance to rest and just

I screamed and stood up. I backed into the corner. He walked closer while saying in a very distorted and scary voice

As I stepped outside, the cold suddenly rushed to me, wrapping me inside of it. The leaves rustled by on the garden path. My first thought was to go back inside, but I decided to be that wonderful father, and make sure that everything is ok. So I kept walking forward, being careful not to trip on the dark, bumpy dirt path. Then I heard the noise again, a faint vooing, like voo voo voo getting louder and softer. I followed the sound, and then all of a sudden, it stopped. I listened really hard, but i couldn’t hear anything anymore. My conscious said to just go back, but my body took another step forward, for what reason, I have no idea. Then my body felt like it was being stretched apart and all i could hear was VOO VOO

It was our last dress rehearsal, but it was open to the public so we had an audience. The play started, and I was swept into the thrill of performing; I savored every bit of laughter from the crowd. Until, it happened.

Chapter 1: David recounts how he first learns of Oscar’s ability to predict death. Chapter 2: Oscar is once again present at the death of a patient named Ellen Sanders. Chapter 3: David goes to visit Kathy and speaks with another patient to get their opinion on Oscar. Everyone believes the cat has a unique talent, even Kathy who has just lost her mother and is being comforted by Oscar when David arrives.

In this paragraph, it made me think when I was in catholic school I asked what color is God I even asked what color was Moses they told me that neither one has no color but I never understood that because I would always see pictures of him and his Angles and they were white but there were no black ones, I was even told you should be ashamed of yourself for asking that question

I joined in as we yelled towards the stage, our words on repeat. 10 more minutes passed and the crowd sang lyrics to their song and I could hear my voice getting raspy, which I liked. I liked that there was a story behind why I wouldn’t be talking the next day, and how I wouldn’t be able to tell that story until I got my voice back.

The wind tousled my hair around as I closed my eyes and took deep, shaky breaths. The faint sound of the crowd cheering upstage didn't help with my nerves, so, instead, I turned my ears to the delicate waves rolling up the beach. I opened my eyes and gazed out at the lake; now an open canvas for the golden sun which had began setting. Quietly, I plucked each string of my guitar- though I’d already tuned them several times. On the outside, I may have seemed ready, content, and excited; however, on the inside, no matter how tranquilizing the back stage scenery was, I was terrified to the core.

On my way back up the hill to camp, I heard this noise, It was loud, and weird. So I ran up the

I then have a class at 2:00 (Choir) on the adjacent side of campus.After choir, I predominantly hang out in the Union for just an hour on the way back to the dorm or the library. Then, around four, I’ll head to the library (or my dorm) to study or work on any homework I might have. At six, I’ll go back to my dorm for dinner (except for on Fridays when my dining hall is closed; then I’ll study longer so I can have more free time on Saturday). The later start on this schedule allots time to see professors, doctors, and counselors before classes if need be. Scheduling my classes as I did means that my Tuesdays and Thursdays are crammed in relation to the other days of the week. Homework will be completed on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays because that is when the majority of my free time

My heart started pounding faster and louder than it was before. I was starting to wonder if they could hear my heart racing.

This was your opportunity to make-up for your tardiness. As a fellow alto, I noticed you struggled with mid-range notes. Your stage presence and energy, or lack thereof, was low-level from the start and I think we all expected more from you. As for the choice of opening, we like "Perfect Peace," but we were all waiting for one of your songs that gave us that nostalgic feeling. We wanted Miseducation in motion. You gave it to us 2 songs later, but the music paced faster than we remember the lyrics moving, making it hard to recognize anything. We couldn't sing along. This was your chance to make us feel like family again. It didn't happen. Not helping matters, we couldn't see you well. The stage lighting was poor; we couldn't catch true glimpses of you and the creative power your dancers brought to your performance. Even the screens weren't very clear due to the dimness after 10pm. I'd do you a disservice by dismissing these things Lauryn, but in fairness, amidst the boo-ing from my peers, I should tell you what you got

I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.

for a bit. As I was doing so I heard a noise. It sounded like someone

I could hear mama grabbing something out of her bag and her heels on the hard wood floor walking back towards me "click clack click clack".