Her First Wave

The brisk wind played with Shannon's long, wet, blonde hair.  The scorching sun beamed down on her as seagulls squaked from the boardwalk.  A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead as she strapped her surfboard to her ankle.  Shannon could feel the salty sea spray hit her face when she stepped into the sparkling blue ocean.  The constant crash of the waves caused her stomach to knot.  The wave was comming closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger as she climed onto her board.  "And... Now!" Her instructor shouted.  With a rust of adrenaline, Shannon stood up and rode her first wave.

The Perfect Morning

She opened her eyes to the smell of cinnamon buns.  A breeze slid through her open window and played with her hair.  Somewhere nearby, a bird chirped excitedly about the rising sun.  She sunk back into her pillows and watched the rays of sun dance along her floor.  As the light spread across the sky, she could feel the warmth of it on her face.

SKY DIVING

She jumped out of the plane screaming with delight as her stomach dropped.  "She was free!" she thought as the wind whipped thought her hair.  She could bearly keep her eyes open from all of the wind in her face.  She was plummeting toward the earth rapidly.  The far off dots of towns zoomed closer at an alarming rate.  "15 more seconds before I pull it." she thought excitedly.  She felt like a raindrop falling out of the sky.  "And... NOW!"  *POOF!*  The plummeting stopped, the whistling stopped, everything just stopped.  She looked around.  She could see a flock of birds down and to her left.  They were motionless.  She then looked straight down to the farmland below her.  A tiny tractor was stuck in the middle of the field it was plowing.  Something was wrong, very wrong.  Everything was frozen.  It was dead silent, eerily silent.  She was in midair a good number of miles above the earth.  "How can this be?" she thought.  "Maybe time stopped..."


"Why doesn't it affect her?" you may ask...  Find out soon!



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The Good Old Days

When you are young you believe anything.  You think that superhero capes can make you fly and a magic wand can do magic.  You play pretend and you have play dates every other day.  You don't have to take hard tests or write essays or get up early.  You always believe in yourself no matter what, and sometimes a little too much.  You don't have a care in the world.  You play games and sing songs in preschool and run around during recess.  You don't have to worry about any terrorist attacks or car accidents or robberies.  Your parents do all of that for you, so you can live the care free life of being a kid.  Sometimes I wish I could go back to that old way of life, just to get away from the crazy, hectic, schoolwork filled days.  Don't you?

HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Tonight is Halloween night and I am walking in a forest.  I can see the trees looming out of the darkness with their branches twisting and wrapping around each other.  Two green eyes appear under a bush.  Out scurries a black cat, and without a glance, it turns and disappears into the night.  I keep walking, looking around for anything unhuman.  A mist starts curling around my feet, spreading, diffusing, shielding a dark figure from view.  As a bloodcurdling scream is let loose nearby, footsteps retreat into the fading gloom... 

SEASONS

When seasons change,
summer birds migrate,
to escape the chilly cold.

When seasons change,
the animals put on a grand display,
of scurrying around finding food,
in fright that they might starve.

ANOTHER

I love the way the thunder booms,
The way the water sweeps the dirt like brooms,
While the pounding rain ceases to stop,
Lighting crackles and the air seems to pop!

As the thunder rumbles in the distance,
The rain slows, the lighting stops.

The sun peaks out from under the blankets,
To see if the storm has gone back to sleep,
To be woken up on another hot, humid day.

The sun’s rays are reflecting off of the water drops,
And a beautiful rainbow seems to pop!

The colors shine;
The birds creep out and start to dine,
On nature’s fresh, wet meal.

The animals come out,
and they don’t start to pout,
for the warm sun has come out again.

Foxes wrestle,
birds chirp,
squirrels play,
and birds burp!
(from eating too many worms)

The caterpillars crawl from leaf to leaf,
while ants start marching, searching for food (not beef)

All is calm.  The animals play,
Waiting for another storm, another day.