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The Chair Living room, kitchen, office. Living room, kitchen, office. Today, I found myself pacing though my commonplace home, wearing out the gray shag carpet and 80's style linoleum. Insipid white walls blurred into a foggy mist as I kept traipsing tediously around. I glanced briefly at my surroundings with each stride. I detected a lamp! And a desk, with nothing of importance on it. And two faded couches that looked like they had been assaulted by one too many angry fluffy cats. Oh, and there was another lamp! Uh... this one looks like it needs to replaced quite soon. The fuchsia tinted floral shade was disintegrating, and a tiny nest of spiders now occupied it. Disgusting. And continuing. After sixty-seven rounds, all the drab furnishings around me blended together like a shabby monochromatic watercolor painti
The OrchardI knew there was something wrong about him ever since I first laid my eyes on him. He had an evil and foreign way of moving through the orchard; he was way too fast and slippery. He seemed to run like water. Also, he smelt sour, bitter, and revolting; he smelt worse than the swamp that I live in now. His brightness was terrifying; had he been normal like, he would have looked colder.Everyone else seemed to share my opinion. My brother, King snake, was quite fearful of the newcomer, but then again, my brother has always been a coward. Mamba and Cobra just laugh at the newcomer and think he's harmless, but anyone with venom like theirs is invincible. Rattlesnake is cautious, like always. He only cares about himself. But, at least he has some dignity. This newcomer calls himself "Sir Pent"; what snake in their right mind would bring themselves to choose a name as obnoxious, disgr
If Only Footsteps Were Slower The frivolous grandeurs and warmth of summer were slowly dissipating-- slowly dying for another yet winter, and wrath, confusion, and sorrow were shattering the glistening mirror of silence that was glazed over the trees. The simple furies of an eighth grader were hard for a withering forest to conceal. Unfortunate low lying, dried and lifeless branches dramatically brushed aside and snapped- sending a resounding snap to warn all that a distraught invader was on her way. Really, there was no surprise that I sounded louder than a herd of elephants that day. I was carrying the weight of the world in the hidden form of overbearing emotions-- and I heavily trudged along the deer trails as if the burden was all too physical. In those fifteen minutes, I was a kid on a mission. A pure hateful temper drove me as I was storming straight up my hill to the limestone quarry up a