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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

A Day of New

This is a short story I had to write for English. why do i post it here? To let you know I am doing something in English besides looking at prepositional phrases and singing conjunction junction what's your function:
A long pause, then a sigh, finally words started to form in his mouth. It was a showering of expression and reasoning. Would they understand? Could they understand? They might even see in his eyes the wonderment and excitement of this event.
A crisp morning in the hills where aspen leaves slowly bent, and showed their colors as if on fire. Evergreens still bristled with the green needles that saw the time pass away ever so slowly, if only they could talk. A slight haze still lingered throughout the valley. Animals of all shape and size scurried around with no obvious purpose. If they could talk, what would they say of the latest news of the valley. One can only think that they were indeed happy to be there.
A day passes with all of this excitement, yet an unease still lingered in the air. Trees that once bore the beautiful colors that all could enjoy were now dull. The ground that was once soft and vibrant, was hard and ached. If only it could spring back to life. Maybe, in 6 months, it could blossom again. Yet sometimes a piece would be moved and a glimmer of green would appear. Would it last? Would it survive? If only that blade could talk.
The small boy finished his story and still wondered why everyone was crying. Many wanted more answers but realized that this is all they would have for now. You see, he was only three and never spoke before. He spoke of playing in the barn around all the hay. The fort he created and the joy he found in there. The breeze that filled the valley whistled a tune to him. His parents were content he was having so much fun in the hay. No more tugging at mother’s apron. No more crying when he wanted something. He could now communicate what he wanted and why he wanted it.
The matches he took to the barn were for light in his fort he built out of several bales of hay. He didn’t know that it would be such a big deal.