A person that has never failed to invade my thoughts, pique my curiosity, capture my attention or be the centre of my reverie is my old-fashion neighbour: Mr. Sendson.
I open my eyes, to find a locked door, Was in the wrong place at the wrong time, My room was nowhere in sight, but instead I saw, A purple wooden door with gold touches, along
This essay was done while I was still in high school which required us to do a less-than-1500 word essay. The question I chose was called "The Bargain".
I'm falling on fountain; blue... "Hence I do not wish to fade," I said... Cascading down a falling colour; too... "Oblivious was I now," I exclaimed with shade...
He made it seem as though the world could See through his every move... “Translucent-” he whispers, his breath cold like winter and voice soft like the wailings of the wind.