Thursday, December 15, 2011
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.
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