This is where I share my personal stories. Some of my entries may be completely fiction, some may be dramatizations of events in my life, and other times they may be 100 percent factual (Aside from name changes for privacy's sake).
There is no ryme or reason for my blogging. It is what it is.
I am no genious.
I know that there are going to be typo's and improper grammar. I'm a high school studetn and this is a hobby. Be gracious, good people.
Feel free to leave comments and suggest prompts.
The Most Beautiful Dream
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Last night I had the most beautiful dream.
It was you and I.
We were being the reckless kids we are.
We were climbing on a rickety rope bridge.
The bridge went over a rocky body of water.
We were both climbing, more like scooting, across this bridge.
The height, the condition of...
Read Full Post »My Migration
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Moving is never easy. There’s a whole lot of heavy lifting, packing and unpacking, and rearranging to be done. It’s a lot of work. Ponder this for me; If all of those things- the lifting, the packing, and the arranging- became unnecessary, would moving be considered easy? Maybe it would be if you got to stay in the same town, or the same school. If you got to keep all of your friends, and see all of your family, then moving should be considerably easy. For me and my family, moving...
Read Full Post »Rolling thunder
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The sun is high in the sky, its bright rays baking the red clay dirt into a solid brick. The air is suffocatingly still. Puffs of dust explode from the ground with even the slightest movement. A dark wall of rain clouds can be seen in the distance, slowly moving in. Civilians peer sanguinely at the huge gray mass. Their yearning stares bringing the tension in the town to a tangible level. Children play in the dirt while their parents and grandparents watch, discussing the severity of the sit...
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