Much to my great surprise and even greater relief, Savadra did nothing earth-shattering to me. Now this in turn, made me nervous of what she could possibly be planning, but I eventually had to concede that maybe she was simply growing up and had decided not to join in on my pranks any longer.
#3 December 31, 2020 11:10 p.m. I have been working late at night recently to upgrade the Dream Machine. I have made much money off of my design, but it is still flawed, for now. I have recently been working on making it perfect, so that no one will ever die in a coma again. Why the change of heart, you might ask? Well there isn’t one. I feel the same, I hate that everyone lives because of me, but my mother died. I hate life. I hate everyone. Still, I can’t turn down a bit of money. Or in this case, a lot. Millions, in fact.
Piano exam 2012 ~~~~~~~~~~~ Imagine your piano teacher informs you of the exact date you are to have your piano exam. Does your heart become stricken with dread as you foresee the enormous amount of practicing you will have to undergo? And do you dread just thinking about how much stress, anxiousness, and nervousness you will have as you play for a judge, who is a stranger, and will grade you as you play? If you don’t dread merely thinking of the aforesaid scenario, then you are deservedly entitled by me, a “Daniel” or an “Esther”.
At that moment when the Stone Tables cracked, something strange happened to me. It seemed like at that moment, my brain became empty. Not the dumb kind of emptiness, but the memory kind of emptiness you would sometimes encounter. I forgot almost everything that had occurred in the past—our world, how I came here, my family, but most importantly, I forgot what Aslan had told me—I forgot the very reason why I was brought into Narnia!
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Dad caught, twirled, and set Mrs. Taylor on her feet at the other side of the room. Brodie had to steady her. She looked small between them, although she must have been close to my height. Do I, too?
“But this is wonderful!” Lydia Taylor said between breaths. “And overdue.” In all the times she scolded Brodie in front of me, I never saw her do so with such a wide, lovely smile. I expected her to burst into song.
“Whatever kept you was too cruel.”
“Time. Just time.” Dad smiled the way other people blink back tears.
One Sunday morning during worship service, our pastor conducted a poll, asking the question: Who has done the most good in our world? Several people answered: ‘Billy Graham’, or ‘Mother Theresa’. Then, from my family’s row, one voice loudly called out, “Oprah Winfrey!” Embarrassed, I slid down in my seat, wishing that I could suddenly disappear. I did not even have to look over to figure out that Lynnea was the one who had spoken. Lynnea has a mental disability – a condition that affects at least 3\% of the people living here in the United States. Yet Lynnea is not just a statistic.
The quiet roar of the Cle-Elum River and the trilling of birds welcomes me every summer when we return to my grandparents’ mountain cabin in Salmon-la-Sac, Washington. A mixed feeling of excitement and amazement fills me with delight as I inhale deeply, reveling in the mingled scent of dust and wood, warmed by the sun. “I’m really here again!” I whisper to myself, as I wander up the trail to the cabin. Even though my family and I often go to Salmon-la-Sac a few times every year, each visit still excites me. There, we can relax, explore, build, laugh, and create cherished memories.
The shrill whistle of hot drink promised
Rings through the air
I take off toward my cheery kitchen
Without a single care
The tea, the tea! It beckons me!
Beckons me to come closer
I pour with honey and little milk
Sugar? I say no sir!
But then, oh dear, I have to shriek
For there is a face inside my tea!
A wicked, wicked, wicked face.
A nameless face that looks insane.
Distorted by the creamy brown
I stare into its eyes
It stares right back without falter
Oh, I'm hypnotized!
The cliffs of the sea, stunted and black
stretch crookedly in a line between
the land and the sea. And me,
I am well content
with windowsills collecting dust,
and apples every fall 'til come famine or flood.
A dissatisfied grin, a shambled gate:
the cliffs are strung out like skeleton teeth.
Or the teeth of a rake left out in the rain
for too long. And I chose
to stride one side, plant my seeds and feet
rather than water, and drifting for weeks.
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