1/29/16

He whispered, "There goes the bride"

As blood and tears streamed down his face

As he thought of the painful memories, 

A deep, dark ache echoed through his mind

He begins to pace around in his thoughts, 

Silence descending upon everything around him.

He panics, and shrieks with agony 

As the blood rolls down his face and onto his forgotten wife.
As he comes to the realization to the atrocity he just committed,
An eager bliss surges through him.

1/22/16- Creative Response

            My parents are heavy metal fans. However, my sibling nor I like heavy metal. Heavy metal is really disturbing, in my opinion. As my parents cleaned around the house, they had heavy metal music on. As we listen to the music, my sibling is screaming their head off because of how bad it is and how scared he is. The music is loud, fast, and aggressive, but I guess you could say we are used to listening to it because it's a daily thing. I love my parents to death, but their music just doesn't cut it. My sibling and I go outside and play while they listen to their music, it's very peaceful outside and such a relief to get away from the music for a little bit. 

Creative Writing Response 

There are wonderful creatures and beautiful landscapes 

surrounding me, as I paint a picture in my head of getting away. 

In my painting, I am not sure of where I'm going yet, but

I'll find out once I get there. 

All I ever wanted was to get away from the big city and it is finally happening.

I never knew the world could be so beautiful, until you explore it. 

But I fear for I am lost at sea.

I'm on top of the world, nowhere to be found.

This is now My happy place and I would love to stay here forever. 

But as I think, it's only a dream.