Reading

Why do I read? There are a lot of reasons why I read hear are I few:

To experience new things • To watch a movie without a set cast • To explore the minds of different people and befriend different characters • To let your imagination soar above 1000 stars • To learn and relearn • To open up your mind to a thousand new emotions • To get better and facing challenges.

Because everything that matters is read – by you • It’s a relaxing act. Experience lifetimes in the space of minutes. • Because reading sharpens emotion • To solve problems • To talk to lost friends • To see authors’ different styles • To conquer fear and set love free • Because readers live a thousand lives.

That is why I read.

Books that I bought

Books that I bought

 

From My Writer’s Notebook: Dread

There you are walking through the woods. Maybe you shouldn’t have strayed away from the path for that ‘waterfall’. You should probably go back. But you’ve already come so far already.

A few minutes have passed, shouldn’t you have heard water by now? The trees are sending twisted shadows on the ground, the path disappeared a long way back. The trunks grow close together practically suffocating you. The sun has disappeared behind the canopy of leaves where’s the path? Oh no, you lost it, you stupid person, and now you’re going to pay for it.

Turn around. Look. I dare you.

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Color

Color — it is so important in our lives, we use it to find areas of buildings and know when to go for traffic. What is the real importance of color in our lives??

Color is everywhere. It’s in rainbows, the sky, the grass, apples, oranges and so much more. In Lois Lowry’s The Giver, the characters live in a society where there is no color, and Jonas is one of the only ones that can see color. I think that the color symbolizes the ability to see that there’s something wrong in that society. It reminds me of the saying, “You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain,” the color shows that there’s no pain in that society but there’s also no real happiness.

I think that color is very important in our lives today, but because we are so used to it we don’t appreciate it as much as we should. How would the sky look if it wasn’t blue or if the grass wasn’t green, or if the amber waves of grain were actually just gray waves of grain?

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The Lonely Chasm

Drip, drip, drip. The icy cold water drips from the stalactites hanging in the darkness above. This dark, damp, place s where the phantom of the opera lives. The pipe organ, looming above everything, the lake rarely moving, besides the little ripples from drops. And lastly, the phantom, composing his music of the night.

Dark, damp, dreary. The blackness inside the cave reflects the darkness within. As he site, composing his maniacal music . You see shadows elongating and moving around the caver. The cave, so far away from the surface that anything trapped inside may never see the light of day. As for the phantom, he may never see the light if it were staring him right in the face, so consumed is he in the night.