One day me and my dogs Sully, Daisy and Maccabbe were at the park. They were sniffing around a tree when Daisy started to growl. Sully got there next and started to bark furiously. Then Maccabbe got there and started to howl. The yipping and yapping of Daisy, the grrrRRRrrrR of of Sully and the arrRRarr ARRRrrrrr of Maccabbe were so loud that the only people left in the park were me, Daisy, Sully and that howly Maccabbe.
I covered my ears and yelled as loud as I could "SILENCE! LET'S GO HOME!!!"
But it's no use. It just keeps going. I check out the spot and then turn and say "There's nothing here except for a... hole!" I say in a gasp. A circle was carved out of the ground.
I see something shimmer out of the corner of my eye. I look to the side. A key lays on the ground and the sun reflects off the key. I pick it up. It starts to glow the purplish-blue colour of a diamond. Just then a keyhole opens in the middle of the circle in the ground. The great spirits of all types of animals fly out. One wolf spirit hovers over my head then into my chest.
When I open my eyes I can see so far I almost fall. I can hear so well that the dogs sound ten times louder. I smell ice cream from the ice cream shop that's a mile away! When I close my eyes I see fluorites and wolves. Then a wolf says "You now have the gifts of the wolf and the power of the fluorite. May your wisdom go up till the stars rain down from the heavens."
I open my eyes.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
The War of the Century
Smoke rising from the burning streams. This is the war of the century. War ships sail over the light green sea. Shooting cannons fill the air.
In the underground hole I lay. I hear the guns shooting, about 100 exploding. I hope father is okay. I can hear orange fires dance and spin as they burn down trees one after another. People on horses shoot arrows far away for the whole town's sake. Swords in their belts. Broken down houses lay as a pile of splintered wood. Sharpened axes raise to the sky then drop down low.
People charge to their death.
Rocks shoot up from horses' hooves. People from the village stand guard for their children who are locked away in tunnels under the ground. Flags wave high in the bloodstained hands of the brave soldiers, giving their lives for others. Rain falls from the red sky. The war continues for a few days.
Someone opens the door above me. I give a high-pitched scream. "It's- it's mother!" I run out and give her a big hug. Then I pause and say "Where's father?" Mother sighed and said "Gabrielle, he is at the hospital."
"What? Is he is still alive?"
"Barely. He was found unconscious near the stream," she told me.
I ran to where a fence used to be, not looking at anything and then I ran up the stairs. Mom followed. She said "He's in room 27." I gingerly walked in to room 27. He was wrapped in blue blankets. I walk toward him.
Someone grabs me by the shoulder. I hear a man's voice say "We can't go any further."
"Will he be alright?"
" I think so."
I felt like I heard that voice before. I turn around... father! We go home and have a big feast, celebrating that father is back.
In the underground hole I lay. I hear the guns shooting, about 100 exploding. I hope father is okay. I can hear orange fires dance and spin as they burn down trees one after another. People on horses shoot arrows far away for the whole town's sake. Swords in their belts. Broken down houses lay as a pile of splintered wood. Sharpened axes raise to the sky then drop down low.
People charge to their death.
Rocks shoot up from horses' hooves. People from the village stand guard for their children who are locked away in tunnels under the ground. Flags wave high in the bloodstained hands of the brave soldiers, giving their lives for others. Rain falls from the red sky. The war continues for a few days.
Someone opens the door above me. I give a high-pitched scream. "It's- it's mother!" I run out and give her a big hug. Then I pause and say "Where's father?" Mother sighed and said "Gabrielle, he is at the hospital."
"What? Is he is still alive?"
"Barely. He was found unconscious near the stream," she told me.
I ran to where a fence used to be, not looking at anything and then I ran up the stairs. Mom followed. She said "He's in room 27." I gingerly walked in to room 27. He was wrapped in blue blankets. I walk toward him.
Someone grabs me by the shoulder. I hear a man's voice say "We can't go any further."
"Will he be alright?"
" I think so."
I felt like I heard that voice before. I turn around... father! We go home and have a big feast, celebrating that father is back.
The Girl and the Wolf
One time long, long ago, there was a Blackfoot village. The head leader, Amzok Wild Bull, realised they were running out of food. Weeks passed and finally Wild Bull made his decision. He told the tribe about the problem. The Blackfoot people panicked but at night they fell asleep, all except one young girl who was about nine years old. She thought of her people starving. She thought for a second then she said "Looks like I'm going on a trip" paused and then said quietly "alone."
She got supplies then set off. She turned and took one last look at the valley where her people were living and whispered "Wait my people, I will bring you back food. May the spirits guide me." She headed off for her great journey.
Grey skies sent snow falling down. Days passed and still no sign of anything except the white snow covering the ground and the big open blue sky. She prayed for a miracle.
The next day she heard yipping, yapping and howling voices. Black figures that looked like dogs loomed in the distance getting bigger and bigger. Then, standing right in front of her was a pitch black wolf. She got out her arrow. The wolf barked something that made her lower it.
The wolf said "You're hungry." She trembled and in a shaky voice said "Ye- ye- yes, and so are my people."
The wolf said "Well this might be just a word of advice to you then. Don't hunt animals with paws and claws. Hunt animals with horns and hooves." Then, before she could say "But..." all the other wolves just came together and they all turned to one.
A wolf, white as snow, came walking up beside the black one and smiled. They both said "Good luck," and swirled round and round. Their bodies looked like blue and green fire as they swirled up. The northern lights danced above them. They reached the sky and everything disappeared.
The girl grabbed her bag and told her people the wolf's advice. They didn't have food problems anymore.
The Wolf, the Fish and the Raven
Once long ago, before I was even born, a mountain stood tall. There is a legend about what lives on that mountain. There are trees, caves, and a big open sky, but there is something else on that mountain. Something powerful, something more powerful than us ourselves.
There are three spirits. One is a fish, for it can usually get away from an enemy in water. The raven, for its hiding in shadow and flying in the thin air. The wolf, for its strength and running fast.
And old man told me this legend and said he had seen the spirits himself when he was a little boy, about eight years old. He had seen the spirits of a raven, a wolf and a fish at the top of the mountain. They had danced and twirled all night long. When he got home he got a piece of wood and whittled it for may years. Then finally it was a helmet with a raven, a wolf and a fish combined. The fish at the bottom, a wolf head sticking out from the back and finally a raven sitting at the top of the fish. That's our story, me and the old man.
There are three spirits. One is a fish, for it can usually get away from an enemy in water. The raven, for its hiding in shadow and flying in the thin air. The wolf, for its strength and running fast.
And old man told me this legend and said he had seen the spirits himself when he was a little boy, about eight years old. He had seen the spirits of a raven, a wolf and a fish at the top of the mountain. They had danced and twirled all night long. When he got home he got a piece of wood and whittled it for may years. Then finally it was a helmet with a raven, a wolf and a fish combined. The fish at the bottom, a wolf head sticking out from the back and finally a raven sitting at the top of the fish. That's our story, me and the old man.
What is a journal?
A journal is like a special memory on the outside you may write about a, let's say, mummy at the museum. And then you leave the musem with your journal and then three years later you find your journal and find your writing about the mummy and then you read it and you think "you know, I never really cared about the museum but maybe I should pay a few more visits."
Or, it's like a picture frame. The picture frame is a plain grey, let's say, but what is the picture inside? Is it a rainbow full of imagination? Or a family? A mom and dad, brothers or sisters? A dog or a cat? What?
Or, it's like a picture frame. The picture frame is a plain grey, let's say, but what is the picture inside? Is it a rainbow full of imagination? Or a family? A mom and dad, brothers or sisters? A dog or a cat? What?
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