*A/N* I've been having an infuriating case of writer's block lately, so therefore I had to rant about it. I think that lots of people can relate......
Normal 0 Chapter three: Shallow Breathing
Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen on the most ordinary days. Take last Thursday for example. I was home alone, and bored. My mother had gone on a errand of some sort, and taken my younger siblings with her. I was told to start making supper. I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard an odd knocking sound.
"tap tap tap tap"
Ode to Annoying Sister's
Everything is quiet,
You finally feel at peace,
And all about you is boring, the way it ought to be.
But wait!
What is that noise?
From right outside your door,
I'm afriad, your little sister, is spying from the floor.
You jump up in anger,
Feeling your ears go red,
And the air is again disrupted, as she bounces on your bed.
Oh to little sister's!
May they never tire,
well. once upon a star, Alphonzo was born unto his dear parents who lived in the milky way galaxy Alphonzo was a naughty child, he loved to sneak up on the older stars and throw ice cubes at them! so one day, the head star got very angry! he ordered Alphonzo to leave the galaxy!
Alphonzo the star: originally written for The Brit
People stare at you for a while and then come up and ask if you are Catholic or Mormon, or if any of them are multiples or are adopted.
You have never had your own room.
You know how to cook a full meal by the time you're a teenager.
Your family has a big, white, 15-passenger van, plus two smaller cars.
You can change diapers at ten.
You can babysit by the time you're eleven or twelve.
You have one regular computer and four to six laptops.
Normal 0 Thoughts, Ideas, questions and conclusions of a 5-year-old girl
Chapter one: If I was the president…
If I was the president, I would make it illegal for bad guys to have real guns, so they would only be able to have plastic ones, then the police men wouldn’t get shot by them.
If I was the president, It wouldn’t be called the white house, I would change it to the pink house and boys aren’t aloud in, and if they tried to get in I would have invisible ninjas come and put them in jail for the rest of forever!
Dear Crazy Girl
Chapter 1
I guess this story starts. On a Friday, at breakfast when my father , Jim “FedEx“… ok I know what your thinking “ FedEx ? like the mail deliverers ?” , yes . The very FedEx family . I am a descendant of a very rich and popular ancestry . My family are millionaire’s, but the only thing about my family is – We’re kind of mean. You see, my father and his father before him have this tradition of taking other peoples addresses and prank message them. Yes I did this, I know! The protagonist is a big snot.
**I and some of my friends were challenged to write a poem and the only rule was that it had to involve pudding. I present to you a tragic story of love never fulfilled...make sure you have some tissues handy.**