Yellow, yellow, yellow. That’s all I’ve been hearing, seeing, and eating all day. Like when I saw a yellow airplane flying overhead or when someone was walking down the street playing Niccolo Paganini on a yellow violin. Also I swept the floor with a broom that had yellow bristles on it and the handle was yellow too! Than I decided to go get food at a place I have never eaten at before, with yellow seats, yellow tables, yellow painted walls, yellow everything even the name of the restaurant was yellow.After this I never want to eat, see, or hear about anything yellow ever.
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“Dead. I should be dead right now, but I’m not. I did die, but I was remade in bronze. As I am sitting on this bench I think about my old, real life. The place I created for families to be together . The place that some people take for granted.” said the rusty bronze Colonel Sanders
“You mean you created that place?” said old man, Henry “Yes, sir, I created that fine establishment, it has my face on it, don’t it?” he replied with glee “You want to know what the red and white represent.” “Well of course I do” The Eternal Flame Waterfall. John’s family and him were going there for the day. When they arrived John asked “Why are we here?”
His Mom replied “Because, your father wanted to come here for a fun day with the family.” “Fine, but I’m not singing any songs.” So they walked up the steps to the lightly flowing waterfall with a cave behind the water, but before they even got close to the cave they could see the orange glimmer of the burning flame. When they got there John’s father cried as the flame flickered and then went out. Then John saw a dark, mysterious figure. Then completely gone. The silence before battle is worse than the battle itself. I was all glad when it started to rain, but it didn’t make me feel much better because I could hear the rain plop down on their armour and shields, plop, plop, plop. I glanced out of one of the castle windows, all I saw was green grass and orange glowing armour, the orange looked as though they just swam the whole pacific ocean. Then a sound like roaring thunder rose from all the soldiers. I peered over to the village inside the castle walls, people in pyjamas running around screaming. It had begun.
Split
Almost every summer my family and I go to someplace in Croatia. Last time we went to Split. Split is a city in Croatia with a beautiful coastline and glorious mountains that my family loved. The beach was magnificent, our apartment was cozy, and the night time cooled us off after a long hot day. The beach was the first place we went to, after the first day of driving there, of course. The sun warming the sand at our feet and with its oceanic feel because of the salty breeze blowing all around us. The trees swaying in the ocean breeze looked as if they were dancing their own little jig. The crying seagulls overhead with their annoying screech. It was quite the sight and swim. Our apartment with a small feel of coziness had its own charm to it. You could see the water from where we were, and oh, what a joy it was when I would wake up in the morning and see the glimmering water so blue and crystalline. You could hear the other people living there splashing about the ocean. I was thoroughly pleased with that apartment and reluctant to leave it. Split in the night lights is one thing that should be on your “to see” list because it is a sight to see. The smells of fried meat, barbequed chestnuts, and seafood filled the night air. As we walked around, the people with different cultures were milling about and looking quite dull in my eyes. The lights were dazzling because they were combining with the colors of the fiery setting sun, and it was beautiful to look at. There were many nights when we would walk around and look at all the sights my family could see and I loved it. Split is a place that may family and me will always remember. I hope to go again soon, maybe next summer though because I think that it is too much to just go during spring break. The warm beach and cool water. The small apartment with the magnificent ocean view. The beautiful night time and the smell of Split is something I will never forget. Though we will probably never go there again because like I said each time it’s a different place. Indus River Valley
Today’s Pakistan, India, and Bangladesh make up what was the ancient subcontinent of India. The only thing separating India and Asia is the mountain range called the Himalayas which contains the tallest mountain in the world, Everest. The Indian subcontinent is divided into two regions, The Northern Plains and the Deccan. The Deccan is a widespread plateau that is one part of the Indian subcontinent. The Indian subcontinent has two main rivers, the Ganges and the Indus river both of which have it’s source in the Himalayan mountain range. The Indus river includes the Punjab plains while the Ganges contains the Ganges plain. People made the Indus river into a civilization because of its fertile land. They grew rice and peas and raised sheep, goats, and cattle. In the summertime it was always raining and the dry season was winter. Flooding had many advantages, but also many disadvantages. Some of the advantages are that if they planted some before the flood afterwards it would be ready for harvest also when it flooded it made the soil more fertile by depositing silt. The disadvantages were that sometimes people could die and so could livestock. Soon after the civilizations became city-state's and they built their houses on mounds to protect them from flooding. The first city-state's where Harappa, Lothal, and Mohenjo-daro. Most of their cities were built in a grid like design and they had a big are walled off area they called the citadel. In the citadel they had building like the granary and government buildings. People of Harappa were very good at trading and when they sold a item they put a seal on that item and many of these seals were found in central Asia. Also weavers made clothes out of cotton plants which must have been really soft. Mohenjo-daro had a very good government and more than 35,000 people lived there. Almost all of the houses were made out of brick and the citadel was the center of economical, political, and religious life. Today I’m got to get a package. I didn’t know what would be in it, but it was from my cousin, so I thought it would be good. The box should arrive soon and he said it would be a small one ,so I couldn’t wait. The doorbell rang. It was here. I ran towards the door, signed the postman's tablet, and grabbed the tiny metal chest. I put my hand in the box and felt something small, slimy, wriggling, and moving. I pulled it out, I was horrified. It was a real cockroach. I clenched it in my hand and screamed as loud as I could. I just got pranked.
Here is a poetry recording that I did for our poetry unit. Enjoy!
I would like to think that I only have two siblings - but really I have three.The third one is my older brother Micah that I think truly hates that I was born. Though I can’t really say that because he does do some nice things for me. Like the only reason my hair looks the way it does (good or bad) it’s because of him. My brother is very independent which may or may not be a great because he thinks he can do everything on his own without anyone's help. You’d probably think “Oh, they’re just brothers, that’s what they do” But that is not the case. We are no ordinary brothers.
When you look at him you wouldn’t think he was very strong, but you would be gravely mistaken. Like one time he literally gave me a bruise from punching me so hard, and I don’t bruise easily. He doesn’t look like he could hurt anyone, but he really can and badly. Plus he is always angry so that makes the punches infused with anger and hurt more. My brother is funny, but in an evil funny type of way. For example, when my family went to the Grand Canyon I was just sitting on the edge not doing anything and he comes behind me and pushes me, but gladly he held on and I didn’t fall. Then something like that happened again. I was sitting on the edge of our window and I fell out. I grabbed the edge just in time so as I was holding on I saw my brother (even though he didn’t push me this time)and I cried out for help, but all he did was stare at me with this dumb looking face like he didn’t know what to do so my grip gave out. Gladly the day before my other brother Nick and my Dad shoveled snow into a rock filled well where I fell so it didn’t hurt at all. Also he is very smart. At least compared to me he is. Even though when he went off to college he didn’t make that smart of decisions. So my parents brought him here. Which I think was a bad decision because he has gone fully European in the hair department. He has made his look like flowing wind but not in a good way. He thinks that he will look better with his hair tied back in a man bun, but everyone is my household strongly disagrees. I mean he cut my hair like his, but mine looks a lot better. Also he wears the skinniest jeans this world has ever seen. My brother doesn’t like me, but he doesn’t hate me either, it’s somewhere in between. We have a love-hate relationship with each other, but personally I think it’s leaning more towards the hate side. I feel as lonely as if the reaper has taken me already. Why? Why is this happening to me? What have I done to provoke all this? Doctors tried to help, but the spot just grew and grew. This was no ordinary spot like a rash or something. Death was inevitable, it will end and I will be forgotten in the world of dead souls, it would be the end. Was this meant to be? Was I born to die at age 15? I still have my whole life that I can never live now. This is the end for me and everybody knows it, except for them.
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