Major Short story

                 
                                                                     Traumatized
         When I was a Young kid I was scared of my house at night. I was afraid some evil creature would appear downstairs and I could see his red glooming eyes staring at me. My room is upstairs and my mom would always send downstairs for something I always told my sister to accompany me downstairs. One rainy night I was alone at my house I was eleven years old and still imagining scary things happened in my house.  I left a videogame down stairs and had to get it because I was bored as hell!  I turned the lights on and went down slowly down the stairs while hearing the rainy drops of rain outside, I got the game and rannes if like someone  was chasing me upstairs when I was at the last stepped i tripped and cut my forehead and bruised my leg. I suddendly forgot all about the monsters and just thought to myself what ive made myself do just because some stupid imagination I had.

Major Poem

This is our vengeace

Orphans for bronken dreams.

your word isnt what you think it seems

your jeaolus and weak

stay humble and meek

and one day you will suceed.

My room

               My room is like a room you see on the tv.  When you walk it feels like gome for yourself.  You see a brown fluffy sofa facing the boxed tv.  Next to the sofa is the biggest bed you could imagine. With a tempur pedic matress that feels like heaven when you lie down on it.  When you touchit you instantly fall asleep.  Infront of the bed is a mirror shelf.

Soccer Beast

I could feel funny things

in my stomach, shile

my cleats choked me,

i could feel a cold breeze

passing by my hairy legs.

I shivered and get goosebumps

while getting more than nervous now.

Seeing the nervousness

of the other team made

me feel a little better.

We began to warm up

 and I could feel the

funny thing going away.

The match started and

I got excited. Passing

some passes I got in the game.

Finnaly I got comfortable and

felt confidently in playing good.

Haiku

Soccer ball

Kick me Kick me I

Want to make it pass that

Line into the square cage!

Early Feeling

Warm and cozy under

My blanket, wishing the sun

Could go back down and annoy the other ones.

Lonely Room

Don’t know why he hasn’t

 Come back, moved everything

 Leaving a ladder and an empty room.

Special Talent

I could turn into a

Man and a woman.

Tired of

Tired of people

Just judging me by my physical.

I want them to look inside me!

World invasion

The human population is growing fast.

In one day we are going to need to live

Underwater and take over the high level of the ocean.

Writing Through Listening- The story of Jesus

Once upon a time there was a wise man that lives in jerusalem.  He was smart and wise many people didnt like him just beacause they were jelous.  He helped several people and saved lifes.  Many people saw him like a savior and loved him, but other poeple wanted to kill him.  He is known for his kindness and helpful good person that he is.  One day some group of people kidnapped him and told him how he did his magical powers to help people.  They didnt believe him  so they murdered in an awful and painful way.  People got his body and put it in a cave.  After two days later the body wasnt there.  But there was this ladie that saw who took the body.  She said that suddendly she saw a light from the sky came down pointing directly in the cave and suddendly the body comes out and arises and it dissapered through the distance through the clouds.

creative poem - loser kid in highschool

Entering my school once again

crowdy and anoyying like always

nervous and fearful

sitting away from the cool kids

thinking why can't

I be like them.

trying to understand them

but never couldnt find out.