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personality)
Places
- Gave way to a soaring, majestic network of thick-set
vines, high archway and domed ceilings.
- Streaks of gay sunlight darted through the open
window.
People
- Her hair was tied into a neat and precise bun that not a
The sky was the bluest of blues and there was a faint
- He was a fine figure of a man, with very yellow hair fragrant permeating from the beautiful flowers that had
bloomed that Spring.......the temperature had mellowed
and narrow, haughty eyes.
out and there was a soft breeze blowing and it made for
- They were dressed in dazzling white robes with gold a very romantic atmosphere.
embroidery.
A Winter's Day
Feelings
On a cold, winter day, I walked to the park wearing a
- There was a song in every heart, cheerfulness in every grey trench coat. People passed and I could see they
were merry, for Christmas was on its way. As I reached
face and a spring in every step.
the park, I saw kids throwing snowballs and making
- Exhilaration bubbled up inside her like soda water.
snowmen while other people were ice skating and
- Her heart thumped wildly when the audience explodedlaughing. As I watched all of this, I was thinking of my
with loud cheers and claps. She grinned happily under Christmas past, throwing snowballs with my sister,
opening presents on Christmas Day, and me in my
the glory of the spotlight.
youth laughing and enjoying the thought of my family
- Disbelieve was written all over their horrified faces. together. Soon those happy times were over so I left the
- His face evidenced the struggle between shame and park leaving behind all my memories with the
knowledge that this, too, would soon be a memory!
defiance in his heart.
-- Jeffrey
- He looked straight ahead , white-faced, tight-lipped,
his expression a mask of suppressed rage.
cotton candy clouds
. An oppressive heat hung in the sky
The clouds are like cotton candy swirling around ever
Trying to show the scotching sun is giving
so gently in a bowl. Moving calmly in the wind, and
pressure
moving further away from the trees and the sun. I hear
the big, giants rustling in the cool, calm breeze.
2. an angelic smile plastered on his face
Looking at the sun setting is so bright and yellow. I
An unnatural smile
can't look away. Soon, the shading covers the dark
brown ground, and the cloud is a peach just beginning
3. His skin felt like a page of Braille
to ripen. The sunset is like a tiger beginning to pounce
A skin with plenty of raised dots probably
on its prey. When I look at the trees they almost
rashes
disappear into the night sky.
The notorious warden stumbles over the answer -- Sierra
after the accidental harmony.
The Lost Tree
I like hot and spicy dishes such as asam laksa and chicken The tree is a person standing alone in the darkness
curry. I also cannot resist a hot bowl of tomyam, a sweet and waiting for the sun to come out of hiding. It's as lonely
sour dish. These dishes never fail to lift up a dull and boring as a new student waiting to make friends. Clouds
day.
slowly start to pull apart as the sun peeks around the
THE MOON
The moon shone brightly, like a candle illuminating a A white orb, an illuminant tear in the grand tapestry of
pitch black room. I lowered my gaze and set it on the black around it. It sits perched like a hawk, staring
tall oak tree. It was either dead, or if it was winter,
through a blank, transparent window of fog that it is
"sleeping". Its leafless branches extended toward the caged around, keeping its true celestial splendor from
sky like a frail cobweb blowing in the wind. I
the thousands of spectators, sleeping under the shadow
shuddered, the moon was an orange, it was strangely of light it casts. Its radiance, creeps around the blanket
full, (if it were an orange it would burst with ripeness), of mist that keeps it captivated from the land below it. It
and deep in color. It looked like a marmalade kind of lies in the center of the sky, as a blanket of wonder
yellow, with a tint of red in it. It cast an evil glow
tucks it in. High in the sky it sits the center of attention
across the sky. The sky was even stranger; it was dull to the bright gray and surrounding air. A silver quarter,
and cloudy, the clouds were plump, (and rather
falling through a dusty desk of black and gray. In the
squashed looking) apples. (Or that's what they looked center, the moon, and all around it, fog with he depth of
like). And had a mix of fiery red, black, and blue. It was space around it.
eerie, yet majestically beautiful. I stood transfixed for a -- Alec
moment, sighed and started to walk off, dead leaves
suffocating between my feet.
She sits, waiting anxiously, ready for anything. Her
-- Elizabeth
heart beats, waiting for the results. Cheering voices
surround her, as she is waiting for the awards. After her
hard day of work, strain, and concentration she hears,
Drop
4th. . . 3rd. . .2nd. . . then, a huge relief, 1st prize, her
When you glance down you can see a pond with water name is called. The grin on her face was lightning
that is as clear as glass. It just showered a rhythmical everyone's faces, for their teammate had won. The
coaches hug her, her teammates cheer loudly, it is the
rain. A constant "drip drop" tells you that water
droplets, clear and circular just fell to the Earth. A leaf happiest day of her life, now there is only one thing to
of pine green has an aqua drop that quickly falls down do, go home, and keep working without forgetting the
wonderful day when she beat 134 girls.
into the pond, like a ball bouncing off of the surface
with a quiet splash. The bronze colored fish frantically -- Tessa
scatter to the edges of the circular pool of water when
the drop hits the surface. The cool refreshing water
ripples as slowly as a Rollie-Polly. The ripples are
soldiers slowly dying in a war.
-- Connie
Sandy Beach