Mexico in Spanish at my own will. Soon after they were over, I could perfectly imitate an announcer screeching, “goooaaal” “Star had reached land at 6:00 p.m off of the private jet and ready to explore to find the villain” I wrote. I always kind of write stories like these; involving what happens in my life, yet with different characters and slightly different situations sometimes. Finally I landed, but not with happiness. I just realized that in New Mexico I’d be living with my least favorite relatives
Picture this, you’re in the middle of the forest at 3 am on halloween night, but technically it is November 1st. Your car has broken down and now you are stranded, for a while you just sit there and wait for someone to drive by. About thirty minutes later you remember that you have extra gas in the trunk of your car. You unlock the car and jog to the trunk and struggle to get it open, clank crash click, it opens. You find that the gas had a hole near the bottom of the container, goodness gracious
I couldn’t sleep and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. I was an insomniac despite my parents telling me I just wanted to be up late at night. Please. No one wants to be awake at 4:30 in the morning. But I tossed and turned anyway, trying desperately to get my body to rest. Eventually I decided to give up and position myself on a chair facing my window. I tried to do this when I couldn’t sleep because it was peaceful outside and sometimes I relaxed so much I fell asleep. Other times I just watched
The sun beamed upon my face as I skipped along the yellow brick road with Dorothy and followed the adventures of other daring travelers in my stories. I read about Miss Piggy, Peter Pan, and Judy Moody. As I read through each page, I noticed the creaking sound of the wooden swing where I sat. The sound reminded me of ocean waves, so I placed the book on the swing and pretended to be a sailor. I named myself Captain Shell and decided that I was sailing through the rough waves of the Atlantic ocean
Sirens could be heard from all over the city. The news was on in every house, reporters saying “Convicted of robbery, Emily Stanford seen running down the streets of New York. The last we saw her was she was heading down to the bus stations. If anyone has any information on where she is going please call the police station.” Emily ran towards the train station desperate to get there before the police caught up to her. She walked up to the line and waited impatiently. Every sound made her on edge
It was a rainy Tuesday, around 5:30 in the afternoon. Aiden is a 14 year old boy. His mother had told him to get the mail. As he was walking to get the mail on 13th street, he saw a woman crying at the end of his block. The woman had no jacket, had shorts on and her hair was all crusty and tangled. Aiden walked towards the women and asked who she is and why she out in the rain. The women stoppped crying and started to laugh. Aiden was thinking to himself, that she was just another crazy person on the
I was standing in the middle of a field, smiling at a beautiful girl. She had blue eyes like the morning sky, her lips were like two tulips intertwine, and her nose was a short yet straight like a river, the kind of nose that catches your attention. She had wavy brunette hair, as if it was part of the field. I couldn't help but smile, knowing she was all mine. She motion me towards her and as I near, she slowly moved away, as if moving towards something. I saw a big oak tree appear, standing behind
It was a bright day, the sun was out. Everybody was leaving their houses and approaching to the Taqueria de Anda to meet up. We are heading out to a tropical island named Terrifiant Island. We have ordered an Uber to take us to the docks so we can rent a boat. Unfortunately, none of us knew how to steer it, so we hired a fisherman from Google. As we arrived in our Uber at the docks, we noticed the cramped boat. The fisherman was loading his baggage, including life vests. They were old and ragged
I was walking down the street with my family coming back from the grocery store. I saw a man walk down the dark alleyway. The man was wearing all black. Next thing I knew, I'm in the local hospital. The only other person from my family who had survived that horror of a man, in a hospital bed. I could hear the nurses in the back faintly speaking, “Bleau Neur. Time of death 5:36 pm, January 13th.” The heart monitor went flat. Tears upon tears upon tears rolled down my cheek. I burst out of the room
In a town called Death Valley, a little 9 year old boy named Scott lived with his mom and dad. They lived in the middle of nowhere with just a forest in their area. His parents were not very nice and didn’t make a lot of money because all they did was go to parties. Scott had no friends and he just had a rusty old xbox he found in his house. Scott was always left home alone and his parents would not come home until 3 in the morning. One night, Scott’s parents went out to a party and left him home