Archive of ‘Writer’s Notebook’ category

Below The Opera House

You walk in and feel a shiver up your back. It’s so dark, so cold, so–what’s the word?–lonely.

Water slowly drips, a distant echoing sound. In the corner a silent Phantom sits on a grand piano. The piano is almost broken and seems as old as time, yet there it sits still perfectly in tune. The room–as scary as it seems to you–is silent as if a pin could drop but it would sound like an elephant dancing. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling practically whispering abandonment.

The lake a few feet away doesn’t beckon a swim. More like please run away. Something stirs in the depths, probably the Phantom’s only companion. The color scheme is dark and mysterious–not welcoming to me.

 

 

Why Telluride Is A Great Place To Visit

    I love snow–I mean who doesn’t? It’s soft and pure and practically sparkles from the top of a ski lift.

Telluride, Colorado is a perfect place to be if you love snow. There are so many things to do whether your a snow lover or a ski lodge hermit. If you just want to play around you can sled, build snowman, hottub, and shop in the winter-style stores. If you want to take on a mountain you can ski, snowboard, and mountain trek. If you feel like being lazy the lodge is warm and always has hot chocolate. And if your mom isn’t the skiing type there’s a nice spa for her to relax in.

I love skiing the slopes and then eating a yummy dinner in town. I also love relaxing by the huge bonfire at the end of a long day.

So if you love snow-who doesn’t? Check out Telluride! I always have so much fun!


Why Flappy Bird Is A Hard Game

It starts in the App Store, where you first meet your game. And that game either becomes a good relationship or a bad one.

Flappy Bird– he deserves a medal for being so annoying. It really is almost impossible to fly through those evil green cylinders. And just when you think you’ve gotten through you smash the little birds scull against the cylinder and he dies. I can’t seem to focus long enough to get a high score either, that would be the cause of annoying sound affects. Kind of a deflated flying noise.

No wonder this guy is getting death threats. If I were him I would delete the game, save him the injuries.

I spoke too soon. I was just kidding–really. Please come back.

Weather

I lay in bed late one summer night, unable to sleep because of the pounding-the hard,annoying pounding-of rain. It’s always the loudest in my room. Since that wing of the house faces the direction the rain always seems to fall. It seemed to get harder and louder each second, the skies anger increasing.
*BOOM*
Thunder–just to my luck, and then lightening to follow.

It was going to be a very long night.

I Am From Poem

I am from bright lights and big stages

From music filling my life each day

I am from Wednesday nights at church, the fun that never ends

I am from iPhones and Instagram, that seems I can’t live without

From photography and editing, that I love too much

I am from stormy nights that make me sleep on the couch with my dog, scared to death.

I am from “try harder” and “GET OFF YOUR PHONE,NOW”

From the loads of decorations my stepmom is always putting up

I am from the move that changed everything, the phone calls that always lose service

These memories stashed in iPhoto albums, taking up too many “gigglebytes”

But will be forever there, due to iCloud

I am from Danielle and Kevin’s branch

The root that is stomped all over, but still supporting the tree

Texas Football

I walked in and heard the deafening roar of a crowd.

This is the familiar Texas football game. As I got in line at my club’s buffet for lunch I smiled, football games were always a favorite of mine. I went outside to our seats just as the video of past football players came up. I suddenly felt so proud to call Austin, Texas my home. I’m not sure why the feeling just came. And to my luck I got to see Texas crush the opponent.

Austin City Limits

As the machine made the *BEEP* sound indicating my check in I smiled. I was in. Tons of people crowded the area, families, friends, and loners. There was a smell of food  and smoke, common. We set up our chairs and got ready for fun. to come on. This is going to be a good weekend, I thought to myself.

Rain

There was a crack of thunder and then the quick follow of hard rain. My heart leaped a little, as it usually does with rain. I glanced out the window only to find I could see nothing but blurred city lights. Rainy weather is perfect weather for a movie marathon. I hastily made a bowl of popcorn, the butter  staining my hand and the aroma filling the room. I grabbed my favorite blanket and movies. I curled into a little cocoon and started “The Notebook”. I popped a piece of popcorn in my mouth, *MMMMMM* I smiled. I shed a tear as the movie ended. Always saddened by the intense ending.

Poems With Prepositional Phrases

6:00 am on Monday morning

I drag myself from bed

Trying to wipe the morning fogginess away

I stumble towards the bathroom

Turn on the blinding light and get ready

I’m considering some outfits, trashing others

I have to remind myself it’s only Monday

No where near the weekend