I was driving in my car, my new driving license in my pocket. I came to a stop sign with a crow sitting on top of it. I stopped, looked, then went forward. Suddenly, the crow cawed at me, its eyes red. The white clouds turned into dark dragons. I screamed. I then remembered my granny’s gloves. She passed away 5 years ago and left them to me. I put them on and held my hand up to the dragons. “Go, away.” And they were gone. The crow turned into the white spirit of my granny. “Well done.” She said.
me and my friend have a wired hobby, exploring haunted house's i no it's wired but it's fun. the last haunted house we explored, we died went like this, "hey did you here" "no, c'mon let's keep going" "NO I AM LEAVING" "loser" as walk out the door in shame i hear screaming "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" run back inside and there is a sign it says "your next" i turn around and the doors are walls i turn back and there is a man there with a mask "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and he killed me and thats how i died
Arnold and I were walking through the IKEA bedroom section. We were chatting when a noise came from a pile of toys. “Blah, Blah, Blah.” Was the only thing I could hear. “Shh! Hear that?” “I didn’t hear anything.” “Arnold, there’s a noise coming from the toy pile. Come on, there might be something, or someone, under it!” I said. I started digging through the toys crazily. Arnold joined in and soon there was a crying bay in our hands. A mother rushed forward to take the child. “Thank you.” Were the baby’s first words, and they were for us.
I looked at the world with disgust. All of them, so ignorant. They were completely oblivious to the many little people who are doing the things that matter. Like painting the many flowers around the world. Waking the flowers up and weeding the weeds from the old sacred trees. All humanity does is pollute the air and throw landfill over their shoulder. Well, today, I’m going to become one of the little people and do something good for the earth. “Orina, Oruna, Fasilanta, Kakaka” Chanted my small friends. I felt myself shrinking. I stepped forward to paint my first flower.
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