Diction & Syntax: Ominous/Horrific – Danger

The crunch of the leaves make me wince every time I put my foot down. With a great drop to the right, a steep incline to the left, and a narrow path in front, I place my steps carefully to ensure my safety. I imagine bright red dots glowing eerily through the black-green mesh of foliage. Even though my brain knows they’re fake, I quicken my pace to a dangerous speed. Faster, faster, FASTER! Without knowing, I break into a sprint while imaginary beasts roar behind me.


The leaves slide below me. I hit my head on the damp ground and go tumbling down the hill. Rolling and rolling and rolling. Down and down and down. Finally, I splash into the creek that seemed so far below. Soaked , nauseous and disoriented, I stumbled up and waded to the bank. Seeing the long hike above me, I yell out for help. After a while, a stranger peeks over and yells back that he would get someone, rushing off until nothing could be heard but his fleeting, crunching footsteps.


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Memory Transfer

I was sitting down on a carpeted floor in an unfamiliar room. In front of me was a dog with a small puppy beside her. I assumed the pup was a new born because it’s eyes and ears were both closed. A new feeling wells up inside me and I have a sudden urge to hold the small animal.

“She’s adorable!” I blurt out without consciousness. I didn’t even know the word let alone the gender of the pup! Against my will, I reach down and put my hand around the new born.

Josie. The word popped into my head. For some reason, it felt right.

Cute. Another word. Before I knew it, I was back in my bed, staring out the window.

Snow is Awwesome…

Believe it or not, there are people out there in the world who have never seen real snow! (Surprising, I know.) And since I’ve lived in Texas my whole life, up until 2013, I was on the same boat as those people.

The days started getting colder and colder until one day, the weather reporter said the fateful words that sent shivers down my spine. There was a high chance of snow that day! The whole day, every time my mind would wonder off to what I would do with the rest of my day if it was true that would snow. Since I was at school at the time, all I could do was wait and see what would happen. Once I came back home. I rushed to the backyard and waited…. After about an hour it happened: little tiny white flakes started falling from the sky and landing softly on the ground!

“This is it, this is it, this is it!!!!! Sis, come ‘ere!!!!” I yelled.

I heard my sister running towards me saying, “I know, I know!!!” In a matter of seconds, I was out the door, decked out in full snow gear ready to make snow balls. Sadly, not much was falling (certainly not enough to make a snowangel) so I scrapped what ever I could off the ground and walls and decks and patio and whatever I could get my hands on, smashed into a ball and put it on to the table. My sister saw what I was doing and followed sport. After a few tweaks and nudges, we had actually made our first mini-snowman! I was so proud of it, I pretty much kept it in my freezer for at least two months!

By the time it was all over and melted, of course I was sad, but also really happy that I could say that I had played in the snow! Sure, maybe it wasn’t three inches thick, but just making those small snowballs and chucking them at my sister was more than enough to make me happy. And that’s all that matters.

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The Phantom’s Lair

No light. ( save for the sparse candles rising from the water) No sound. And absolutely no life. Yet, amongst the mist, you could see a figure sitting an old piano. One thing was for certain: this was a creepy abandoned lair.

But the piano, oh, the piano, was the most disturbing item in the cave. Something about its ebony and ivory keys chilled me to the very core. It was as if there was a story behind the origin of those keys. The mahogany structure was cracked and dusty. As I approached the lonesome piano, the figure became more and more prominent. Once I had gotten close enough to touch the decaying piano, the aura around it seemed to spring to life as the figure with a mask started pounding on the piano, producing a tune that seemed to put me in a trance. The surroundings looked as if it were swaying like a pendulum while the figure at the now beautiful instrument looked as if it were alive as well! He went form transparent to a tactile “human being”. My vision began to blur as the Music of the Night invaded my ears and danced in my skull, tickling my brain. In a matter of seconds, I blacked out, but I didn’t go unconscious. Instead, I stayed in a state of bliss, listening to the Music of the Night lull me.

When I awoke again, I was lying on the floor of my room in front of my mirror, with little memory of the lair I was in moments before. But in the back of my head I could remember the song I was listening to. The Music of the Night.

Expository: Masks

From fancy to rural, religious to recreational, masks are very diverse items. They could be scary or regal, big or small. But, no matter what they’re trying to portray, masks can work in many different ways!

The most commonly known use of masks, in my opinion, is the Halloween mask. These masks fall under the scary category, but can honestly be more cutesy than cutsy more times than not. The Halloween masks can range from gory werewolves and skeletons, to flashy, glittery princesses and fairies.~ Story time!! ~ Once, while I was wondering down the streets of my old neighborhood on Halloween night, just minding my own business, a big, scary, (Well, scary for a 3 year old…) man with a nightmare-creating mask of Freddy Krueger on jumped in front of me! At the time, I was basically afraid of anything that moved in a peculiar way, so when the man jumped in front of me, I went absolutely mental, screaming like a little girl. Luckily, my sister was near by, grabbing candy from the closest house, and ran to my side, shooing the rude man away and hugging me uncomfortably tightly. Then, to my surprise, my sister ran to the man and started yelling at him about not scaring kids and how it was so rude to do what he had just done while I was just sitting down on the ground, producing a mixture of giggling and crying. Let’s just say, that man will probably never scare any kids ever again!

Masks don’t have to be physical though. They can be figurative as well! Say your friend has a great big smile on his face and is one of the nicest guys you know. Well, that could all be a facade! He could be really sad on the inside and just put on that mask to not make to much of a big deal about it. On the inside, he may be sad, but on the outside, he won’t be anything but smiles and compliments. It’s very sad but true. All he needs is a hug and a little help to take off that mask and show his real self. Um, okay this getting a bit depressing, but hopefully you understand what I’m talking about…

Life can be full of masks, whether they be physical or figurative. They can be used in many different ways, but it’s up to you to know which way they’re being used and if they’re real or mental. Next time you see a Halloween mask in the store, think about this post and all the many ways make can be used.

Coco: The Best Dog EVER!

Sitting on the couch, guarding her spot, is the nicest dog alive. Indefinitely worried eyes, curled, lanky arms, a long, sniffling snout. We named her Coco for a lack of a better name. She loves everyone. Or at least my family.

She has gotten so old that getting mad is just too much work. Black eyes, black nails, black nose. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. Sure, she whines a lot, but she sticks with me, so I’ll stick with her.

The thing I love the most about her is her cute little eyes that follow me around the room anywhere I go. She is such a good mother to her daughter, Bijou, too. Their little play quarrels are super adorable as well!

But no matter what happens to her, or has, I would never, ever, even for a million bucks, let her go for anything. She just means too much to me.


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