The Town…

Have you ever played a game where you say a sentence and then someone else says a sentence and it goes on through the group, and the goal is to make a short-story with the sentences? My friend, Elizabeth (Lizzie)  came over to my house one day and we played that game. We came up with the following story. I hope you enjoy, we will be writing the ending soon so check back soon. Write what you think in a comment, we would love to hear your opinion.

There once was a 12-year-old girl named Annie walking through a town a few villages away from her own. The town was black, with dust flying up into her eyes. While walking through the town, wanting to get out as fast as possible, she saw, out of the corner of her eye, a group of teenagers with pale faces and black hoods over their heads… then they disappeared. She walked over to the ally where she thought they had gone, but the only way they could have gotten out would have been to climb the 50 foot wall surrounding the town. She thought she saw a bush rustling. She screamed and ran out of the town.
The next day her mother told her to go back to the town to sell bread. She freaked out and begged her mom not to make her go. Her mom said, “You are being ridiculous, it was probably just an animal.” and sent her out. Reluctantly, Annie left for the town with the bread basket. The first house she stopped at was a big, dusty, old castle that looked like it had not been used in a thousand years, yet there were horses in the stable and a dog barking inside. Annie caustically knocked on the door. A boy, who looked her age creaked the door open slightly, showing only his eye. “What do you want?” he said. She slowly found her voice, only just realizing she had lost it. “I…I came to sell b…bread.” Turning to leave, closing the door behind him, he said, “I don’t want any bread.” Gaining her confidence, she said, “I came to sell bread, so I am going to sell bread. Not everyone is a rich as you! This town has it so good and never even thinks of the rest of us!” The boy looked at her, with sad eyes. When she was beginning to release her anger, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pale, hooded people from the ally again. When she turned to look at them, they disappeared, just as before. She turns her head around again and says, “What is wrong with this town? I keep seeing these…” the boy had walked closer to her now, and she had taken that as a cue to stop talking. The boy, slightly looking down, had a look in his eyes, something she never seen on anyone in the town before. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Just get out.” He turned and left, leaving her more frightened than ever before.

 

That night at her house, she was still thinking about the boy in the town. She had finally realized what the look in his eyes was. It was fear, but not of her, of telling. As if he did, something horrible would happen to someone.

To Be Continued…

Music

With the voices of a choir’s perfect harmony,

Among the people who joyfully sing until the night

Toward the end, from the beginning

Inside the thoughts of people’s souls,

Following examples of truth and lies

For children and adults, around everyone

Beyond the end of time,

Music is Everywhere!

 

Take a Guess

I have a riddle. It isn’t very hard, if you think about it, but it says everything I think about the topic. Take a guess at what the topic is!

It starts a a simple sound. Nothing more, nothing less.Then it grows to be a little more.

You can never truly see it with your eyes,

You can never truly hear it with your ears,

You can never truly taste it,

All you can do is feel it.

Know what it is? Leave a comment to guess! I’ll give you a hint: It isn’t any form of weather, and it isn’t feelings. Good Luck!

“I Am The One Who…”

I am the one who…

…believes in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit (The Holy Trinity)
giving up my Sunday mornings to worship in Sunday school and services.

…admires people like Martin Luther King Jr. and Gandhi who stood
up for what they believed in without using violence, and getting others to as
well.

…stares out the window or at the clock at the exceptionally long
days of school, wishing to be anywhere but in a small desk that seems to be
getting smaller by the minute.

…captures moments in a single push of a button, bringing the
color and beauty of what I see to everyone wishing to look.

…crawls out of bed at 6:30 in the morning to get ready for the
school day, because taking 45 minutes to get to school (when traffic’s good)
can take up a lot of my morning.

…dives into a pool every chance I get, because nothing feels
better than having water totally surround you on a summer day in Texas

…confuses my friends and others, commenting on things around us, wanting to get a laugh out of them, because a dull moment is not an option

…shoots and dribbles a basketball up and down the court, heart pumping, adrenaline rushing through me, breathing short and sharp, determined to win.

…listens to music for hours on end, to relax, relieve stress,
make boring homework assignments more interesting, brighten up a bad day, or even just to have fun!

…imagines and dreams forever in a day, because nothing is more
dangerous, helpful, fun, or boring than spending time with myself.

 

Reading and Me

My name is Kendall, and I am a reader. When I get a book, I always read the back. Whether it has reviews or a short description about the book, I always read it. The back gives any book reader a little mystery as to what the book is about. After that I open the book. The first paragraph is the most important part of the book. It tells you the point of view the book is written from. It also (majority of the time) who the main character is and a little bit about them. Books also always have a hook, which will generally have me either saying, “This sounds like a great book.” or, “Maybe I don’t want to read this after all.”

What do you think about reading?