Fear strikes his eyes as he releases the talking device from his grip
and tosses it onto the hard pavement behind him He solemnly stares at the cloudy sky ahead of him He lifts a foot onto the ledge then the other He raises his arms as if he were a bird and takes one more breath Tears are streaming down his pale face when he finally lets go Nothing is said Silence takes over The fall seems like an eternity yet it lasts but a few seconds Darkness descends… Or does it? Inspired by the BBC telivision show Sherlock.
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“Anybody remotely interesting is mad in some way.” The Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special “The Day of the Doctor” is fast approaching - it’s creeping up on us and before we know it, we’ll be crying on the floor because, let’s be real, it’s Doctor Who. For those of you who don't know, Doctor Who is a British sci-fi show that's been on for - you guessed it - 50 whole years! (it technically hasn't been 50 consecutive years, but 50 years nonetheless.) It's about a 900-year-old alien that travels around time and space in his spaceship with friends that he makes a long the way. If you haven't already watched it, do that. Right now. The 50th (that’s what all the cool kids are calling it) picks up right where the seventh season left off: Clara follows the Great Intelligence into the Doctor’s timeline, making echoes of herself all throughout the Doctor’s life - two of which he met earlier in the season in “The Snowmen” and “Asylum of the Daleks.” The episode left us with a cliffhanger that wasn’t like a normal cliffhanger because we didn’t know what was happening at all. “John Hurt as the Doctor” doesn’t hold much weight when there’s a new Doctor every few seasons, and we knew he wasn’t going to be the Doctor because there was no fuss ahead of time. BUT the fiftieth has been made a huge deal - two previous stars of the show are coming back after almost five years: Billie Piper and David Tennant are reprising thier roles as Rose Tyler and the tenth Doctor. If you've never watched Doctor Who and are, for some reason, still reading this, you probably do not understand he gravity of this situation. BILLIE PIPER AND DAVID TENNANT ARE REPRISING THEIR ROLES AS ROSE TYLER AND THE TENTH DOCTOR. THIS IS AMAZING. It's been too long without them on this show, and this is one of the first things Moffatt has done right since he has taken over as show runner in the fifth season (hopefully he doesn't mess it up like everything else on the show). For every Whovian, the fiftieth is the biggest event in the history of Doctor Who - nothing will ever be bigger or better than this; they will never be able to top this; good job Moffatt. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. This quote is by William Shakespeare. His quote explains what joins this writing together. Last year, my Oma and I went to her back garden and planted flowers and vegetables. We planted lots of good stuff like lettuce, tomato, carrots, marigolds, and her favorite flower morning glories. Every day we would visit her and water the plants. Then a couple of months before she died we went to the garden and saw that the flowers and vegetables bloomed. It possesed pulchritudinous. My back bent in a shape of a question mark.
After, she said to keep it alive and never let it die. After she passed, I went back to the garden and looked at the morning glories and it looked like she shined out of the center of the flower. It looked as if she dug through the clouds of heaven coming back through a passage that ended at the flower. I cried and the tears ran out of me like a waterfall. I thought about my Oma and wished she could stand really next to me. Now, I still take care of the garden. The garden speaks to me through her voice. Everytime I see the morning glories I think of my oma. I see the brightness of her smile, the joyfulness of her jokes and much more. I always pretend that I’m with her. I do feel that nature makes people become closer together. I guess you're right Shakespeare, you’ve gained my vote. The garden sits in the empty lot behind my house. It used to be taken care of by the town and was very beautiful to the eye, but now it is a jungle of weeds. The garden used to be like a butterfly. The brightly colored flowers dotted out the delicate and precise detail of the butterflies wings. The large oak tree proudly stood in the center of the garden. It’s crisp, brown trunk became the butterflies stomach and head. The garden delicately turns the hearts of all who see it happy and kind, and flutters to the next broken heart that needs mending. A beautiful fence surrounded the whole garden, with an arbor opening the entrance. A path of wood-chips lined with bricks precisely separates each section of the garden. The garden was a beautiful wonderland, until the town forgot about it.
Now the garden is a monster. The arbor grew sharp wooden teeth that growl when you attempt to enter. If you do somehow make it in, the weedy fur of the monster garden sprawls out in all directions, ignoring the brick boundaries, reaching at you. The uncut fur grows out and around the fence, reaching for people passing by. The oak tree in the center swats when you walk by and makes a “Grrrr” noise if it misses you. The flowers are all dead, and if some made it alive, they are overgrown and mean. If you go up to smell the pretty but overgrown flower, you get a stench that smells like dirty socks and dead fish. The monster garden swallows you whole, never letting you out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come out since the monster has formed. One day I found an opening in the fence. I walked into the monster, but not through the arbor mouth, which means it can’t possibly swallow me. The next day I came back with pliers, dirt, a shovel, and a bag. I steadily worked on the monster’s fur, cutting it to a nice length. I took out all of it’s weedy knots and trained the tree to once be proud and nice again. I brought in flowers and new brick and fixed the boundaries. Slowly, I made the garden back to what it once was. This is my garden now, and I am the garden’s. We work together, me and my tamed monster. I woke up on a Friday morning to the sound of my almost broken alarm clock hollering at me to jump out of bed and walk to school. Aw, great- another day of sitting in a desk and taking notes on the next big test, then as I turn to look out the window.
“Come on... Seriously!” The sky completely dark and gray and with no sign of the sun I just wanted to fall back to sleep and hope that no one would notice. Then at the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of my calendar. There it was in enormous and in bold letters, Color Day! “YES!” Today is the day that the Reds will win. As I make my way to school, I start to become a little nervous. The sky keeps getting darker and darker and I didn’t bring my jacket. All I want to do is turn around but it was already 8:20 and I wouldn’t make it to school if I did. So as I walk into my classroom everyone one is excited, yelling at each other, saying that their color is going to win. Then our Principal comes on the speaker and says alright teachers please send 1st grade then 2nd grade then lastly is us, then soon good old sixth grade. I never understood why younger grades had to go first is it because it would be too crowded for the children to go to where they had to or if it is a safety procedure or what. As we walk outside I start to worry that color day might be canceled because of the rain delay. Now by this point the teachers have two lines screaming at each other how reds are the best and blues are number one. Red and Blue confetti flying everywhere highschoolers running up and down between the lines trying to make their color pumped up. Then as we walk on the football field we can hear the loud and faint screams from the stands. The Reds on one side and the two year champions the Blues on the other. Then as the game starts i completely forget about it. All of us are cheering, “Go Go You Can Do It, Come On, Let’s Go!!!!” but as I looked at the sky I could see that it will obviously rain today and then at the same time the wind is treacherous and we are all freezing. Then as its our grades turn to compete I felt almost like someone is spitting on me which is not cool and something disgusting to do ,but when I turned around no one is behind me thats when I realized too look up that’s when I realized that the rain had begun. At this point I’m nervous because from the looks of it, this isn’t all of the rain ,but the start of it. Players doing their best to hold onto the rope for dear life while trying to rip the rope out of the other colors hands and at the same time with huge, fat drops of rain hitting them in the head. The mud splashing from left to right and pieces of grass getting ripped off the football field. It was a almost like macaroni being glued to a mask in preschool. When the rain started to pour hard teachers and the principals were leading their students too shelter. But both of the sixth grade teachers were not there, it felt like we were abandoned until our principal came asked us if we wanted to leave. As a true Red die hard player I wanted to watch the the rest of the game ,but only to watch the Reds lose again. For the second time in two years I walked home in the pouring rain in sorrow. Just another day of losing. When I walk into the door I am soaking wet ,but I didn’t really care. I decided to make myself a sandwich to end my hunger, but my stomach still felt empty. As I turned to walk out of the kitchen I noticed the puddles I had made and quickly ran to grab a towel before my parents found out. So I quickly cleaned up the floor and hid the towel in the laundry and slowly trudged up the the stairs as if I was walking in snow. I kicked my door open and once again I saw that same word in enormous and in bold letters Color day. Today is the day that the Reds lost again and this is my second time in two years that it has rained on Color day. But I still don’t understand why it had to to rain today. Haikus can be hard
They take up a lot of time. It’s Five Seven Five. When I’m bored i write. I enjoy writing haikus. They can be random. Haikus means hungry. Spaghetti with some meatballs. Chicken fingers yum. Haikus can be ood. I could go fishing with them. Who knows; I Don’t know. Haiku writing:hard. Fingers hurt from ups and downs. I’m fearing numbness. Tennis rackets shake. The Football goes very high. I’m just here writing. Click click goes the keys. Haiku and haiku today. 42 minutes. Haiku Haiku ku. Haiku Haiku Another Haiku Haiku what? When Columbus sailed the ocean blue, he came upon a peaceful, thriving world located in what we would now call Central America. Through his actions, that world and the people living in it were turned upside down. Within just about sixty years, Columbus would cause over 200,000 of the Taino people to die (historychannel.com). He would also force many more people to live in slavery or under a brutal government, and trick his own seamen. Columbus should not be celebrated for these actions; he should be punished! Columbus’s first voyage began on August 3rd, 1492. It took significantly longer than he had expected. Near the end of the voyage, Columbus’s crew started to become anxious and homesick. Columbus changed the ship’s log so that it would seem like they had covered less distance than they actually had. There’s a word for what Columbus did; it’s called deception. Columbus tricked his sailors to make up for his bad estimates. We should not regard people who trick their followers as heroes. Columbus is also guilty of maltreating the Taino people because he forced them to convert to Christianity. According to Milton Meltzer, “The idea that the Indians might have a right to determine their own way of life…did not occur to him” In the United States, everyone has the right to practice whatever religion they desire. Therefore, Christopher Columbus should not be celebrated for making others convert to his religion! Not only did Columbus force the Taino Indians to convert to Christianity; he also enslaved many of them. On his first day in the “New World”, Columbus described the Taino’s as good-looking, friendly, and helpful. That same day, he captured six of them to be slaves (historychannel.com). Columbus would go on to cause hundreds of thousands of Natives to work as servants, miners, or field-slaves. He would also fuel an era of mass slavery that would last for hundreds of years. The majority of people know Columbus as a sea captain. However, in his later years, he would become governor of what is now the Dominican Republic. As you might guess, Columbus was a fierce and brutal ruler. In one attempt to stop a rebellion, he killed many natives and put their dead bodies in the streets. These evil actions are just one more example of Columbus violating basic human rights. Columbus’s life was one “of both wonder and tragedy, of bravery and savagery” (Eichenberger). Though he may have had a few good qualities, he was certainly guilty of being deceptive, single-minded, and cruel to multiple groups of people. In conclusion, if you closely examine the actions of Columbus, you will discover that this celebrated man should be regarded as a villain, not a hero. growing,
enveloping disaster, the creator, the destroyer. life, and death after. it’s always glowing, searching, for a spark. to surge, to erupt, to burst. it all but leaves, the trail from behind, filled with wreckage, with loss, with love, unresigned. for a moment, it hesitates, with selection. the decision it must make, is one with the fate, of others, in hand. yet it was always made, since its conception, it chooses a path, without love, or direction. Iridescent lights shoot up from the crafted sticks
Swirling and jutting from corner to corner Smiling faces rejoice in celebration as the feast appears with the blink of an eye on the stretched tables. Every eye turns in curiosity to the bearded man standing at the podium. He flicks his wand and at that moment the celebration is commenced in laughter The children with smiling faces once again find their calling without trouble and doubt Nights get longer
Days get shorter Time doesn’t matter Relaxing is a normality Swimming is a luxury Sand beneath your feet become rewards of nature No obligations just blaring music wind blowing through your hair as the car drives fast with the windows down The waiting pays off |
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