The Scratching Essay

Months ago when he first stepped outside, the bright rays of light almost blinded him. He raised a pale hand to his face in a petty attempt to shield himself. Now under the dying sun, he could see the city in its entirety. When the surrounding area grew darker, red and orange lights that brushed over the streets began to grow in intensity. Walkers on the sidewalk began to flourish in their own happiness as they hurried from their jobs and into the weekend.

Who killed Herbert? It all started on a dark stormy night, while playing chess. A man, from a faraway land knocked on the door. He told a story on a magical paw. The paw would let you make three wishes. The story “Monkey Paw” the son Herbert dies. I Believe Mr. White is the blame.

As the light of the sun began to weaken, my thoughts began to disperse. The grey clouds of a storm blew in from the horizon. It began to rain big fat drops that fell so slowly I could count them. It was a cool rain, but the air was still warm. I watched people grabbing their things and jogging off the beach. Even my dad who was devoted to his fishing had begun to pack up his rods and bait.

The indication of morning had approached; wind halted while the air became temperate. Morning routine of the birds, fetching food for their children, communicating with the others, hatching their eggs. Newly seeded grass shooted out, growing like weeds. The air reminded Mary of a camping trip when she was younger in Yosemite Park. Pinecones and trees gave her the happy memories, ones of her husband and her only child before the accident.

“Wake up brother!” George said while jumping on Hector’s bed. George was starting his first day of school at Riverside. Luz was going to drive him and Hector there. George couldn’t contain his joy!

They went home together in the dark, Thomas on the bike now, Victor on foot. They walked through shadows and light from streetlamps.

The night before had brought a starless night with rain, but daybreak cracked through on a promising Saturday morning. The sky awoke with clouds dissipating. Hues of indigo beckoned the light between the black sky and the blue. Fog clung to the rolling hills while the varnished sun lit up the fields. In the distance, a faint sound rumbled over the quiet wisps still hanging in the air.

As I drew near to the drop, the point where the road begins it's journey back down to the muggy, hot and annoyingly long valley below, I saw dark clouds gathering, and moving Northward, above. Lightning played occasionally, with the greenery. The wind began to rise.

We went to a diner that was near our home. We sat down and waited for a waiter to come. Grayson began to speak, “Mommy, after you’re done with work tomorrow, can we go to the park? Our neighbor said that it is really fun.”

The day was gloomier than I thought it would be. The air was humid as if it had just rained for days and you could feel the thickness in it. Past the trees of the nearby woods, thick, and gray fog lined the ground,

Then Colton spoke up and said “ I think we should head back to my apartment. Nick especially agreed as he noted the other boys that he had to go “number 2.” After hearing this the boys were extra thoughtful about getting home as fast as possible. Then Colton noticed the man staring at them. Colton

After walking down the path for several minutes, the trees began to become desolate and sparse, and a chill came into the air. You pulled your cardigan tighter around your frame, and reached into your jeans pocket to grab your phone to use as torch. The light seemed to have faded from the sky, big dark clouds now looming overhead.

Snowflakes were slowly falling down in dancing moves, and beeping of cars and noise of the city were in the air. All dull-grey roads were covered with thin snow layer; the city appeared in white shades and shiny when the sun rays got out of dense clouds. After gazing

It brimmed with morning air outside the Crufty family home. The Magpies were squawking on the broken power line, and winds of autumn made the grass flutter. The clouds kept the Sun rays hidden from sight, but left them a dim

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.