Daily Free Writing

6/7/11
Authors Note" I don't know what else to day about this series! If you like them leave a comment!

CONTINUED

"What?!"

"Ahh, I've said too much. Just…let me…go!" she said while struggling to get untied. I inched a little closer to her with the flat iron in my hand.

"…How long do you need him? What powers does he have?"

"…Well…you know how your brother gets nightmares? He says he can see dead people and can communicate with them."

"…How…how did you know that?...That's only because he saw a scary movie."

"No, it's not. You see, our leader has died and our planet is slowly falling apart. We need to talk to him to get help. I am not sure how strong your brothers powers are but it's worth a try. It would only take a couple of…months,"

"No way! You're crazy! My brother does not have powers, now get out of my house!" I pinched the flat iron on her fingers. She screamed and complained of extreme pain.

"Stop it! I'll leave just let me go!"

"I don't believe you,"

"No I will. My UFO is outside," I peaked out the window and saw a UFO, smaller than what I had pictured in my mind. She said,

"You can even walk me outside. I don't want anything to do with you guys anymore!"

 

6/6/11
Authors Note: Here's the sequel to my series. In case you were wondering (FARIHA) this font I'm using is hard to read. Sometimes it looks like I forgot a punctuation but I didn't. SO I'm changing the font. Please leave a comment!

CONTINUED…

"Honey, don't worry!" she said which sounded un-assuring. Her head was still cocked but it seemed like she was a little panicked.

"…Don't worry?! Get out of my house!" I sprinted towards her tackling her to the ground. She fought back with force.

"Get off of me!" she said.

"Ha! I knew you weren't my mom! Now where are you keeping her?! Why are you here?" I said to her. She was now pinned underneath me, unable to move. Finally I'm grateful for those Tae-Quan-Do lessons my parents made me take.  In what sounded like her real voice the lady said,

"You don't need to know who I am. All that matters is that I get the boy."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's got special powers we need in our land."

"Hold on," I held her down harder. She seemed to be fidgeting a lot, "what boy? Are you talking about my brother? He's six years old!"

The lady said nothing. Obviously I'm not going to get her to talk unless I threaten her. With cat-like reflexes I held her down with one hand and grabbed a curling iron and a flat iron from the bathroom that was next to us. I tied the lady down with the cords and looped them around the knob of the bathroom door. The irons were plugged in and heating up. If she doesn't talk I'm gonna have to burn her! (Ok, that might be a little extreme) Instead, I pretended to act crazy, opening and closing the flat iron like a maniac.

"Now, tell me why you want my brother!' I inched closer to her and pointed the flat iron towards her face.

"Alright, alright! Your brother isn't a human-he has powers! I was ordered to steal him and bring him back to our planet. There was no way I could get past your mom, so I kidnapped her…"

"…what?!"

"I'm from the planet Mars,"

6/1/11

Authors Note: This is the the next part of my story. If you're just reading this you should probably read the first one then this one so it makes more sense. Initially I had planned on making a non-fictional story but it's kind of turning into a fantasy. I hope you like it!

CONTINUED...

I climbed out of the shower soaking wet and confused. Once I dried myself off I shuffled into the hallway still half asleep. 

"Mom, what's going on? Why are you up so early if it's Saturday?"

I looked up at my mom with my eyes squinted and found an almost psycho looking version of her. She had a fake and painful looking smile on her face with her head cocked like a puppy begging for food. 

"What's that sweetie?" she said in a 'peppy mono-tone' voice while batting here eyes. 

"Uhh, mom...you're starting to scare me," she took a step towards me.  I instantly stepped back.

"...Mom! Stop it! Seriously! You're freaking me out!"

"There's no need to be freaked out. Why don't you go back to bed?!"

"...Dad? Someone, help me!" I looked into my parents bedroom to find my dad tied up to the head board of his bed. He looked up at me with a frantic stare of worry. Something is terribly wrong! I thought to myself-but there's no time for thinking! I've got to get this monster mom out of my house and save the rest of my family before this thing ruins my birthday and my life!

TO BE CONTINUED

5/25/11

Authors Note: I decided to write non-fiction piece and try to work on using dialog. I really like where this story is going so I'm thinking of making it a short series since school is almost over. Please leave a comment if you have any!

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The alarm clock rang.

"Ughh. Just five more minutes," I said to it as if it were a human being. It continued to ring.

"FINE!" I sprang out of bed, turned off the alarm clock in a sassy way and was out of my bedroom in a matter of seconds.

"Happy birthday!" I was awakened by a much rather energetic version of my mom.That was a first, my mom was never talkative in the morning.

"Thanks," I mumbled. If it's my birthday then why do I have to go to school? I thought to myself even though I already knew the answer. Before my mom could start a conversation I bolted into the bathroom to take a shower. Just as I began to shampoo my hair my mom broke my train of thought. 

"Sweetie, why are you taking a shower?" my mom said through the door.

"Umm, it's what I do every day before school..." 

"Honey you do realize it's Saturday, right?"

Ahh crap. I thought to myself. But why did my alarm clock go off? And why is my mom up at 6:00 on a Saturday?

TO BE CONTINUED 

5/10/11
Authors Note: I'm having a really hard time focusing because it is so nice outside! Since it is so nice out it's easy to write about what's around you so that's what I'm going to do. (You have to read it to the tune of 'Rolling in the Deep' otherwise it doesn't make sense.)

Everywhere is blooming,
and birds are singin'

But I can't help what,
I seem to be feelin'.


I'm trapped inside,
and I can't play outside.


Why, why why?
It makes me wanna cry.


5/5/11
Authors Note: Here's a poem I wrote about alligators. I know it sounds random, but I just saw it on T.V. It's about these crazy people who go out in swamps and kill alligators so they can sell them. It sounds weird, I know, but wait until you here this poem! (It's supposed to be somewhat funny)

The gentle sounds of water,
are simply just a trick.
Soon gators will face slaughter,
while beaten with a stick.


They are thrown on a boat,
and sent to to make some cash.
The hunters are sure to gloat,
while adding to there stash.

5/3/11
Authors Note: I thought I'd make a tong twister since I can't seem to focus! Say it five times fast...

 Sweet steak's seasoning sizzles satisfyingly.

Authors Note: This is a poem I wrote during workshop day. It's about being on vacation-someplace warm were I would rather be!

Waves crashing on the shore,

makes me want to swim some more.

I can see children play,

who have been here all day.

They scream and shout,

some even pout.

For the sunscreen hurts their eyes,

and soon I hear cries.

Their mom calms them down,

by acting like a clown.

Which makes them laugh,

their pain is cut in half.

Now they're ready to swim,

so they splash with their limbs.

This is so much fun

until vacation's done