Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Grant Smith- Dancing Mrs.Larkin
It was our senior class party. We held it in a old community center with a lot of decorations.We were taking turns dancing and it was my turn to step forward and show off some moves. People said that dancing is a very nervous thing when you're in front of people. I didn't believe them before.Now I understand. I started to sweat in the middle of my dance when Mrs.Larkin came up to me and told me that I needed to dance on my head. There was no way I was going to do that unless she was going to dance with me. So she turned upside down and started spinning on her head. She had convinced me that she was for real about dancing. As she was spinning,it looked like she was going to stop and start another dance. As she turned, she swung her leg out and drilled Leka in the face.Leka was knocked out and fell backwards into the chocolate fountain.The music stopped. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I went to help Leka back up and I noticed blood everywhere. I was wondering why she was bleeding all over her hands and then I saw it. It was broken glass. We rushed Leka to the doctor and fortunately she was okay. Before we left the clinic, the doctor said."No more of Mrs.Larkin spinning on her head."
Monday, September 30, 2019
The Beach - Ethan Boatman
I am going to talk about me going to the beach. I always look forward to going on vacation and I look forward to going on the beach but once I get to the beach I always hate it. For some reason my mom always wants to go and I get dragged into it but this is why I hate it.
The beach is always advertised as this amazing place and all the vsco girls try to take a perfect picture on the beach and look cool and all that. But to me, the beach is pointless. I don't enjoy it. It is hot and my skin is not made for a tan and the sand. Well the sand gets everywhere. It always seems like you can never get rid of the sand after you go and lay out on the beach. Also the money aspect. It cost a lot of money to go out there too, especially for someone who doesn't enjoy it very much.
I apologize for all you people who love the beach, you are crazy. But maybe some of y'all think the same way I do.
The beach is always advertised as this amazing place and all the vsco girls try to take a perfect picture on the beach and look cool and all that. But to me, the beach is pointless. I don't enjoy it. It is hot and my skin is not made for a tan and the sand. Well the sand gets everywhere. It always seems like you can never get rid of the sand after you go and lay out on the beach. Also the money aspect. It cost a lot of money to go out there too, especially for someone who doesn't enjoy it very much.
I apologize for all you people who love the beach, you are crazy. But maybe some of y'all think the same way I do.
Dreams - Tristan Smithee
I always have wanted to go to an AQHA world show. I had heard they were really fun and all kinds of new stuff. Like clothes, tack sets, and sport boots. In 2017 I got to go. I was really excited looking forward to going. One thing I wasn't, the drive, thats about it.
So as we arrived we were really early and hardly anyone was there. I am pretty sure only two vendors were there. We were a week early since my grandpa always wants to be early. Anyway, I walked around and there were only going to be ten vendors. I was kinda disappointed since I heard there was going to be close to a hundred.
Another thing that disappointed me was, I had had a really good month going into it. My horse was running good and winning again. I felt we had a really good chance to win a check. That morning I was so nervous but ready. Around five that night, I started getting my horse ready and warming up. Before we run, someone fell and got hurt, so that was another hour we had to wait. My horse and I were getting kinda tired and she was getting mad. I was getting worried. Anyway, we finally got to run, it did not go as planned. We ended by hitting the third barrel. AS she hit the barrel, she pulled a ligament in her left leg. She come out limping badly. So my dream of this being an amazing experience was in the end horrible. I couldn't run poles now we just headed home and went to the vet. After five hours there, we found out it was a pulled ligament and would be a year of stall rest, followed by hand leading, turn out, and three months at a rehab swimming. It was awful.
Now she is finally able to run, she still isn't 100%, but better than she was. I am happy to start getting her back and ready to run some more. She is a little slower, but hopefully, she will get back. I was so disappointed, that my grandparents spent so much money so I could experience my dream of going, and I messed up and then costs them 5,000 more dollars.
So as we arrived we were really early and hardly anyone was there. I am pretty sure only two vendors were there. We were a week early since my grandpa always wants to be early. Anyway, I walked around and there were only going to be ten vendors. I was kinda disappointed since I heard there was going to be close to a hundred.
Another thing that disappointed me was, I had had a really good month going into it. My horse was running good and winning again. I felt we had a really good chance to win a check. That morning I was so nervous but ready. Around five that night, I started getting my horse ready and warming up. Before we run, someone fell and got hurt, so that was another hour we had to wait. My horse and I were getting kinda tired and she was getting mad. I was getting worried. Anyway, we finally got to run, it did not go as planned. We ended by hitting the third barrel. AS she hit the barrel, she pulled a ligament in her left leg. She come out limping badly. So my dream of this being an amazing experience was in the end horrible. I couldn't run poles now we just headed home and went to the vet. After five hours there, we found out it was a pulled ligament and would be a year of stall rest, followed by hand leading, turn out, and three months at a rehab swimming. It was awful.
Now she is finally able to run, she still isn't 100%, but better than she was. I am happy to start getting her back and ready to run some more. She is a little slower, but hopefully, she will get back. I was so disappointed, that my grandparents spent so much money so I could experience my dream of going, and I messed up and then costs them 5,000 more dollars.
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Growing Up- Victoria Chamberlain
When I was younger I always dreamed of growing older and being able to do things on my own. I dreamed of being a teenager, being in high school, and just being more independent. I had no idea what all of it really would really be like, I just wanted to grow up so bad.
Now I'm a teenager, I'm in high school, and I'm slightly more independent than I used to be. I dreamed of being all three of those things, and now that I have them I just want to be a kid again. Being in high school is fun to some extent. I love being around people all day and talking to my friends, but being in READ program means I have homework all the time and studying for tests to keep up with.
It's crazy how when I was young I just wanted to grow up and now that I'm growing up I just want it to stop. I'll be an adult next year. I can vote, buy lottery tickets, and go to big boy jail. I mean I don't plan on going to big boy jail. I'm just not ready to be on my own and independent like I thought I would be when I was a kid. Life is crazy.
Now I'm a teenager, I'm in high school, and I'm slightly more independent than I used to be. I dreamed of being all three of those things, and now that I have them I just want to be a kid again. Being in high school is fun to some extent. I love being around people all day and talking to my friends, but being in READ program means I have homework all the time and studying for tests to keep up with.
It's crazy how when I was young I just wanted to grow up and now that I'm growing up I just want it to stop. I'll be an adult next year. I can vote, buy lottery tickets, and go to big boy jail. I mean I don't plan on going to big boy jail. I'm just not ready to be on my own and independent like I thought I would be when I was a kid. Life is crazy.
"Like the cold wind of an October storm..." - Robert
Trust: it is our most valuable and delicate form of currency. With Alex’s choice, I could feel we no longer had such a thing. Some would say our friendship had just ended; I say he is in debt to me. A debt of trust.
Two months before Alex’s bankruptcy, he and I truly understood each other. From family nights out to sitting in Mayberry Field Park and watching drivers forget how to use their turning signals. We were the “Bestest of Buds,” as some would refer. I remember the night of August 16th as if it were yesterday. Alex, Morgan, Christian, and I were sitting in Amber’s garage, waiting on her to bring in the sodas. “So, Liam, when are you gonna make a move, bro?” Morgan teased.
“Enough with that crap, Morgan,” I revolted.
“I’m just saying, you two have been eye-to-eye for years. You should definitely try…” he was interrupted by Amber, who came stomping through the door.
“I finally found them! Apparently, mom had put them in the pantry instead of the fridge, so I hope luke-warm, generic brand soda is okay,” Amber joked. She passed everybody one, and sat down. That was the last night we were all together before Alex pulled his stunt.
It was the 27th of August. I turned the ignition off and stepped out of my car. Walking up to Amber’s front door, I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs like the cold wind of an October storm slamming against the glass. Step by step, it pounded harder and harder until…it stopped; I was at the door. I knocked on the door and was soon met the shocked face of Mrs. Darris. “Oh, first Alex and now you? Is there some kind of test coming up?” she asked.
“Alex is here?” I asked her as her the burning flame of betrayal grew hotter and hotter.
“Yes, he and Amber are upstairs. Is everything alright, you seem pale?” she worried.
“I’m…” I stuttered, unable to catch my breath. The wind from the storm had rushed back against my ribs, and at that moment, I saw it: my trust. It was like broken glass, never to be fully repaired. “I’m fine, Mrs. Darris. Tell Amber I said good luck on the test.” I stumbled back to my car, and melted into my seat. Holding back my desire to scream, I drove home: shattered.
Dreams: Halee Mills
When I was young, I dreamed of seeing the world; I hoped for it. I wanted to explore the world and learn of all of its beauty. I wanted to see the Atlantic Ocean, walk the streets of London, roam around Paris, explore Rome, hike through the Andes and venture into the Wild West. In the summer of 2017, I was able to live out some of those dreams. I visited England, Ireland, Wales and France with some of my classmates from Montana. I visited Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway's houses, the Louvre, Big Ben, Parliament, Trinity College, Arc de Triomphe, the Catacombs, Buckingham Palace, Piccadilly Circus, Dublin, Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch in Wales and yes, the Atlantic Ocean. All of these places were beautiful and my dream was coming true, but as usual, someone has to ruin it. It wasn't just one person.
My group as a whole was terrible. There were about 18 students and 3 chaperones. I thought surely the adults could handle it and keep everyone in check, but I was wrong. Of course, I wanted to take my time and look at the hundreds of years old Book of Kells and walk down the Long Hall as I pleased. And yes, I walked as slowly as possible through the streets of Stratford admiring the old houses and little store fronts. Those in my group did NOT like it. They wanted to rush through everything and do what they wanted to do, which was sleep since they were suffering from jet lag. I was the only person who did what the tour guide said, which was sleep on the plane and stay awake when we landed. This way, the time difference wouldn't affect me as much. Obviously everyone else in my group wasn't as smart, and you guessed it, they slept and wanted to do nothing. They were being selfish and painting me as the bad guy, saying I shouldn't take my time and look at these things. I mean, people were sitting on benches in front of the Mona Lisa for goodness sake. They weren't paying a lick of attention to anything around them. I was so frustrated. All I wanted to do was make my two years of hard work and money worth it on this trip, but people had to ruin it.
When my dream of travelling overseas and visiting these four beautiful countries came true, I was overjoyed. When I found my dream to be overshadowed by everyone's selfishness, I was devastated. My childhood dream of visiting my favorite author's home, walking where the Queen walks, seeing the Eiffel Tower and walking down Grafton Street was beaten down to almost nothing by having to endure the selfishness thrust upon me by my mean classmates. I loved the sights, the sounds, the languages and the cultures. I loved the music, the food, the dance and the tradition. Working hard for two years to go on the trip of a lifetime was ruined by those who believed their sleep and make believe fatigue were more important than everyone else's needs and desires. Their selfishness is still prevalent today when I go back to Montana to visit them. I still see it. It is still there. The disappointment I felt in those beautiful places will forever be far worse than any other disappointment I will ever feel. Some say, "When in Rome, do what the Romans do." To that I say, "When in a dream, remember it's just a dream," for that is all it is: a hope.
My group as a whole was terrible. There were about 18 students and 3 chaperones. I thought surely the adults could handle it and keep everyone in check, but I was wrong. Of course, I wanted to take my time and look at the hundreds of years old Book of Kells and walk down the Long Hall as I pleased. And yes, I walked as slowly as possible through the streets of Stratford admiring the old houses and little store fronts. Those in my group did NOT like it. They wanted to rush through everything and do what they wanted to do, which was sleep since they were suffering from jet lag. I was the only person who did what the tour guide said, which was sleep on the plane and stay awake when we landed. This way, the time difference wouldn't affect me as much. Obviously everyone else in my group wasn't as smart, and you guessed it, they slept and wanted to do nothing. They were being selfish and painting me as the bad guy, saying I shouldn't take my time and look at these things. I mean, people were sitting on benches in front of the Mona Lisa for goodness sake. They weren't paying a lick of attention to anything around them. I was so frustrated. All I wanted to do was make my two years of hard work and money worth it on this trip, but people had to ruin it.
When my dream of travelling overseas and visiting these four beautiful countries came true, I was overjoyed. When I found my dream to be overshadowed by everyone's selfishness, I was devastated. My childhood dream of visiting my favorite author's home, walking where the Queen walks, seeing the Eiffel Tower and walking down Grafton Street was beaten down to almost nothing by having to endure the selfishness thrust upon me by my mean classmates. I loved the sights, the sounds, the languages and the cultures. I loved the music, the food, the dance and the tradition. Working hard for two years to go on the trip of a lifetime was ruined by those who believed their sleep and make believe fatigue were more important than everyone else's needs and desires. Their selfishness is still prevalent today when I go back to Montana to visit them. I still see it. It is still there. The disappointment I felt in those beautiful places will forever be far worse than any other disappointment I will ever feel. Some say, "When in Rome, do what the Romans do." To that I say, "When in a dream, remember it's just a dream," for that is all it is: a hope.
why hasn't anyone done this writing prompt yet it's creative and freestyling isn't this what you all wanted - Vin
The music stopped.
He stood at the entrance of the manor with one hand holding his invitation and the other awkwardly closing the heavy door behind him.
Masked faces stood all around him. One person to his right was covered with a feathered costume, dark blues and blacks melting together. Their beaked mask was curved, thin, and black, with that same blue highlighting it. Their eyes bore through the crowd at him.
A colossal grizzly bear stood next to him. The person's shoulders were broad and threating. They wore a white tuxedo shirt with heavy frills down their sternum and on top of it a thick brown overcoat. They stared through their muzzled mask at him, eyes drooped in heavy irritation and displeasure. It sent an icy shiver up his spine.
To his front were three costumed seductresses, the skin on their midriffs and thighs thoroughly exposed. Each of their masks was decored with long white whiskers on pointy snouts. A rat tail drug along the floor behind each of them. They laughed to themselves as he took in his surroundings.
A wolf stood next to the staircase, pale blue eyes glaring his way. The man's chest was puffed out in pride as he remained the dominant of the ballroom, eyes judging every member of the party. And when two huge doors parted above them all, he felt rather than saw the wolf's eyes ease from him and turn to the figure at the doors.
A woman in a skin-tight copper dress adorned with sequins gazed below. Upon her face sat a fox mask. The vixen didn't have to remove her costume for him to recognize her; he'd seen her name on the invitation that arrived at his door. He'd followed the address here, to the manor, to the ballroom at ten sharp. He'd fallen victim of her figure for the years he'd known her and sat in awe with her sneer.
As the crowd's eyes raked over the both of them, his best friend laughed under her breath. The sound echoed in the quieted ballroom. Suddenly all eyes were trained on her as she made her descent down the marble staircase to their level.
"Old friend!" She spoke, letting the wolf take her hand down the last few steps. Her head tilted in greeting. "I am so glad you could make it."
He found himself stuck under the woman's gaze as she blinked on, examining every last bit of detail to his costume. A simple rabbit mask and a white coat. She looked on when there were no more details to cover.
When she reached the bottom of the staircase, the slit down her leg exposed thigh and calf alike. His mouth dried under the impressionable gown.
The taller woman stood in front of him, beckoning him deeper into the manor and deeper into her game. He silently wished he'd win.
He found his pride and stepped forward. With a wave of her hand, the music began again. A waltz. The wolf scowled behind his mask, stepping forward to take the lady's hand when she placed a gloved touch onto the rabbit's shoulder.
"Care to dance?"
And the music didn't stop again.
The Music - Waltz No. 2, by Dmitri Shostakovich
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmCnQDUSO4I
also i might've gone off the deep end, read the prompt wrong, and made up a wildy fantastical story with no real-life relevance, but it's nothin. we good. i'll take the f.
He stood at the entrance of the manor with one hand holding his invitation and the other awkwardly closing the heavy door behind him.
Masked faces stood all around him. One person to his right was covered with a feathered costume, dark blues and blacks melting together. Their beaked mask was curved, thin, and black, with that same blue highlighting it. Their eyes bore through the crowd at him.
A colossal grizzly bear stood next to him. The person's shoulders were broad and threating. They wore a white tuxedo shirt with heavy frills down their sternum and on top of it a thick brown overcoat. They stared through their muzzled mask at him, eyes drooped in heavy irritation and displeasure. It sent an icy shiver up his spine.
To his front were three costumed seductresses, the skin on their midriffs and thighs thoroughly exposed. Each of their masks was decored with long white whiskers on pointy snouts. A rat tail drug along the floor behind each of them. They laughed to themselves as he took in his surroundings.
A wolf stood next to the staircase, pale blue eyes glaring his way. The man's chest was puffed out in pride as he remained the dominant of the ballroom, eyes judging every member of the party. And when two huge doors parted above them all, he felt rather than saw the wolf's eyes ease from him and turn to the figure at the doors.
A woman in a skin-tight copper dress adorned with sequins gazed below. Upon her face sat a fox mask. The vixen didn't have to remove her costume for him to recognize her; he'd seen her name on the invitation that arrived at his door. He'd followed the address here, to the manor, to the ballroom at ten sharp. He'd fallen victim of her figure for the years he'd known her and sat in awe with her sneer.
As the crowd's eyes raked over the both of them, his best friend laughed under her breath. The sound echoed in the quieted ballroom. Suddenly all eyes were trained on her as she made her descent down the marble staircase to their level.
"Old friend!" She spoke, letting the wolf take her hand down the last few steps. Her head tilted in greeting. "I am so glad you could make it."
He found himself stuck under the woman's gaze as she blinked on, examining every last bit of detail to his costume. A simple rabbit mask and a white coat. She looked on when there were no more details to cover.
When she reached the bottom of the staircase, the slit down her leg exposed thigh and calf alike. His mouth dried under the impressionable gown.
The taller woman stood in front of him, beckoning him deeper into the manor and deeper into her game. He silently wished he'd win.
He found his pride and stepped forward. With a wave of her hand, the music began again. A waltz. The wolf scowled behind his mask, stepping forward to take the lady's hand when she placed a gloved touch onto the rabbit's shoulder.
"Care to dance?"
And the music didn't stop again.
The Music - Waltz No. 2, by Dmitri Shostakovich
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmCnQDUSO4I
also i might've gone off the deep end, read the prompt wrong, and made up a wildy fantastical story with no real-life relevance, but it's nothin. we good. i'll take the f.
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