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"I Saved your Life""I saved your life!" he screamed at me.
"You pushed me off a buliding!" I roared back. " Well! You're still alive!" he groweled back. "You should of let me die! I roared once again. "Maybe I should of!" he once agian screamed at my face. He was getting really close to my face. His lips were perfect. His cupid's bow was at the most persise shape. His eyes were the color of the sky before a thunderstorm. What happenend to us? Why did we fall apart? He was the organized chaos in my life (Paradox).
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CHildern's Book part 2 and endWe saw many things while we explored. There was beautifully colored birds, four-legged cats with unique coats, and the natives of the forest, just to few of the things we saw. “Patrick! Time for dinner!” the creative non believing Mother-beast screeched (Oxymoron). I knew she loved me, but she didn't believe my great adventures. Soon two rare, white colossal apes grab me by surprise. Their grip on my legs was tight and quite wounding. I held on to the the nearest tree with all my might. They wanted dinner! I wanted freedom! “Patrick! Time for dinner! Stop fighting! It’s your favorite tonight! It’s Taco Tuesday! Honey! Get his arms!” The female ape roared. “No! I will not be your dinner tonight! Bart! Bart! Save me!” I screamed from the top of my lungs. He was nowhere to be seen. I guess, I was going to have to save myself in this situation. I bite down the male ape’s furry arm and make my daring escape back into the jungle. TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT ADVENTURE AND KEEP YOUR IMAGINATION SHARP... THe beginning of my CHildren's BookHi, my name is Patrick! Oh! And this is Bartholomew--Sorry! I mean Bart. Don’t start your growling at me!
We go on many adventures. We have searched for buried treasure, gone on safaris to the great unknown, deadly shoot outs with rough and tumble outlaws just to name a few (Oxymoron)-Sorry! I totally forgot Bart! I forgot to add the harmful toboggan races from the abominable snowman last winter. The day started out like every other day. Bart wakes me up by attacking me from a dead sleep. When having a large lion pounce on you. It wakes you up quite abruptly. “Patrick! Get Up! What are we going to do today?” He roared loudly into my ear. “Well, us adventure seekers need a hearty breakfast to start the day” I replied sleepily. After eating a hearty breakfast. I start to strategize what we plan to explore that day. A steep bluff materialized in front of me. I yelled for Bart, but he is nowhere to be seen. I climb vigorously to the top. I reach the top of the huge bluff. Bart still hasn’t made his appearance. Then... WHAM! A mammoth sized lion’s body toppled me to the cliffs edge (Onomatopoeia). “Finally! You made it! You are the slowest climber ever to walk this earth!” Bart growled at me. “You could of helped me! Now, get off me!” I yelled. I took in my surroundings after catching my breath. The cliffs withdrew and made the vast jungle seem much more apparent. “Wow! Well… I know what we are going to do today.” I confirmed to Bart. Bart nodded The jungle was so expansive I thought it would swallow us whole. We explored for hours, but made no headway into the continuous undergrowth of the jungle floor. Describe your love interest's eyes without using the color.I could get lost in those eyes of his. They are constantly filled with kindness. They are a pair of pine forests looking right back at you (Metaphor). The golden elimination of the two o’clock rays shine through the needle covered branches. Making the richness of the branches more apparent to the naked eye (Metonymy). The pair of forests are never ending. The more one walks the more they are lost in the endless beauty of the pine forest. The more they walk they fall more in love with being behind the forest of trees.
If we were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say? If we were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say? I think mine would say “She has a mouth of a sailor, She can control a 1200 lbs animal, don’t anger her” (Hyphora). If I had this warning it would save a lot of people from getting my blunt opinion straight. Most of the time I am quite profession in most settings, but if you ask me to be straight with you I am. I am not going to sugar coat it. There is nothing productive in wasting time beating around the bush. I won’t be really mean. I don’t do mean, but if one person wants my opinion straight up. I will give them just that. I had someone once tell me “Your opinion didn’t help me in the long run at all” (Litotes). So I believe my warning label should say “She has a mouth of a sailor, She can control a 1200 lbs animal, don’t anger her”. I swear like a sailor too. I also love horses.
“It was a hell of a way to die” I never knew I’d die this soon in life. I always thought I’d have a husband that loved me more than life itself. I wanted the picket fence dream--enough of that. I probably tell you how I died. I was never one to go to parties. I was that one that lived in the shadows and silence. I only had one friend. She had the bright idea to take me to a college party, might I add, it was also supposed to rain (Expletive). The lawn was covered with red solo cups, plastic pink flamingos, and toilet paper. When we finally made into the house it was a complete disaster. The air reeked of booze to the point one could get drunk off the air (Hyperbole). I saw bodies shoved together on every open wall. Red solo cups on every inch of available surface. The music was so loud the hip beat could be felt on my skin.
I didn’t dare grab a drink. I wasn’t going to be a victim. I followed my friend deeper into chaos. I saw people hitting the “dance floor”. A good-looking boy that looked my age walked towards me. He suddenly yelled “I found our Victim!”. He grabbed me quite abruptly. He and a gang of boys grabbed me and carried me through the house. We somehow ended outside. They had me by my legs and arms bound. They threw me into the pool. As I hit the water the shock of the water engulfing my body caused a chain-reaction. The adrenaline coursed through my body. I kicked to the surface. My face broke the surface of the water. I kicked and tried to calm my breathing. All I could hear is the laughing. I kicked till I hit the side of the pool. I lifted myself out of the water. I was fuming. I started walking towards the group of boys. At that exact moment I has millions of volts of electricity running through my veins. I was almost drowned by a grouped college boys. Then struck by freaking lightning. It was a hell of a way to die. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery” “It’s a Prison Cell.” |
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