Summary Of ' Sydney Skaggs '

The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair.

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

You feel the vibrating in your pocket, and quickly pull out your phone to respond to that all too important text. Half-way through the text you run into someone and mutter a quick sorry while finishing up your text. Little did you know that “someone” was a trash can, but you were too busy texting to notice. You are walking through the hallway at school later that day, and something catches your eye. While taking that quick glance, you run into a couple of people. After muttering your apology, you continue on your way. After school, you’re walking through the parking talking on your cell phone, when you hear car wheels screeching. You look up and realize that car almost hit you. You wave at the person and mouth sorry, but

On a warm, sunny Texas afternoon I walked through the Southlake strip mall. In the air a pungent odor danced around me. My hand went immediately to my nose, to block out the smell. The sun’s heat came glaring down at me as I shielded my hands in front of my face to keep the ray of light from hurting my sensitive eyes. The clouds seemed to dance across the vibrant blue sky. The pounding of my feet echoed across the

It began as a sharp whisper in the air,a kind of whisper that pierced the eardrum ceaselessly to foreshadow a harsh rain.It hissed harshly refusing to be ignored,the sky then shook,signaling the monstrous wind to destroy every feeble object in its path.This chaos was eerily beautiful and the sound that it carried was sweet euphoric music to my ears.I rested on a bench completely obscured from view in the Noel backyard.

Tiny droplets began to fall on the windshield. As we continued to drive through the drizzling rain, my sister tapped on my shoulder and exclaimed, "Look outside, there's lightning!" I quickly turned to the window only to hear a faint boom, I continue to stare out the window, to see a flicker of light. Suddenly the thumps on the car began to grow louder. Jetting through the wet road, shaking against the harsh winds, flashing thunder continuously abrupts the sky. Looking at the weather now, i noticed how the forecast shifted from a light drizzle to a downpour. Rain sliding down the window, window fogging with a covering mist, our vision begins to worsen. The feeling of fear, heart racing and shaking, begins to build up in the car and I could feel the hairs prickling on the back of my

The bell tolls. I stumble downstairs in a drear. I can’t stand it, I can’t stand this heaviness, this heaviness in the air. I could scream. My feet begin to thud, thudding down the stairs. I shove the front doors open. To hell with the repercussions. I run. I run like I have never run before. I let it all drip away. The fog thickens around me, clouding my vision, tripping me up. It’s the fog of me, the fog I’m releasing. My toes sink in the grass, squelching and sinking. I’m light as air now. It’s like I’m painting, but not painting in my head, I’m painting on canvas. I’m building sculptures. I’m shaping sand.

I woke up to my phone ringing with notifications like crazy, but before I grabbed my phone, I discovered that Mark was no longer sleeping by my side. I rubbed my eyes as I gently called out to him, thinking he was in the room, but I didn't hear a response. I sat up on the bed, fully awake then deciding to go look for him. However, before I could go out, my phone started vibrating again.

My body quivered to the sound of raindrops crashing against the roof, resembling the sound of desperate souls throwing their fists in both rage and fear. I knew that wasn’t the case but still I had to convince myself that everything was alright. Still I had to convince myself that the ‘banging’ sounds were merely drops of water finding refuge in the cracks that dug into the roof of my own place of refuge, Yungaba.

I step into the house. My phone vibrates. I had received a text from Ethan; it read:

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a light beeping sound. I stand up, and walk over to the end table at the start of the couch. I open the drawer, take out my IPhone, and look

He shakes himself out and stretches before jumping out of bed and quickly gets dressed "Want me to call Kate and Tim?"

My pocket vibrated as Rihanna's voice blared. Without really looking at the caller I.D I swiped the green tab to the right before placing the phone to my ear. "Hello, this is Aphrodite Samuels speaking, how may I help you?" I chirped politely into the phone. Daddy says it's always best to answer your phone politely because you'll never know who might be calling you. It sounds strange being that there's this thing called caller I.D but I don't question him.

Ding, ding! Another round of texts. I feel anger churning within me, on the brink of besieging my actions. Another text: “I will ruin your life.” That’s it- Tyler has to pay! I launch towards my phone and send text after text in a

Hello, person I am currently texting! Now, you might think that this is a normal, not unusual human texting you, but I am about to blow your mind. I am not your ordinary person, I am not even a person at all. I am…. a phone! “What?!” you ask yourself. I can already hear you gasping in disbelief.