sneek peek

“Stop!” he grunted. I ran toward the garage door, but he snagged my waist, “stop it!”
I kicked and flailed, more blood flying around the garage. He dropped me to the ground in a panic.
My head knocked against the cement, my hand flew to the back of my head, only to get coated in more blood. I looked up at the ceiling, and I could still hear the April rain tapping on the tin roof. Blood was everywhere now. The boy was moaning and grunting and gagging. I closed my eyes. A sudden wave of warmth washed over me. I was going to die now. I closed my eyes and rolled over on my side, my own blood warming the rest of my body.

LIES!

just kidding. the previous post is not the true premier. the real premier will be posted shortly.

THE BIG PREMIRE

Katerina Smarts opened the creek wooden door to the musty bedroom that was now her own. She glanced down at the dusty wood floor and set down her backpack. A small window let in light and the dust shimmered in the luminous air. The walls were a creme color, well, at least where is wasn't peeling. There was no closet, but there was a chipped up Armour on the opposite wall of the window. She ventured farther into the spacious room.
She gazed out the dirty window to see the pile of dead grass called "The Yard". Beyond that was a cinder block structure that she assumed was the garage. An old car sat in the middle of the lawn, it was rusted and stood now as a memorial to the days passed.
Disgusted, she turned to examine the Armour. The doors were carved with intricate patterns of swirls and swoops. The knobs were not original and the denim blue clashed horribly with the dark wood. She opened the doors and her bottom jaw fell to the floor at what she saw. NO. This was only a dream. This couldn't be real. Who in all of the world would just leave this piece of pure grace just sitting here to rot in this trash heap of a house?

Deer Don't Eat Rabbits,?

All of my short life, I've gone on thinking that deer eat rabbits. You laugh, but why not? No one ever told me that it was an irrational thing to believe. Rabbits taste good, and deer are fast runners, so it would be easy for them to catch the hoppy little critters. I was always so confused about the Disney movie BAMBI, why would Thumper even want to be friends with Bambi? I mean, can you imagine the summary on the case? "Meet Bambi, a curious little faun, loured into a trap by a rabbit named Thumper,seeking revenge for his cousin, who was devoured to the bone by Bambi's father weeks before. Follow Bambi and Thumper through this psycho thriller as they stab backs and find them selves working together to stop this horrible rabbit eating epidemic."
But apparently, I'm wrong. Oh well.

No, i'm not tired, i'm still watching th-...(snore)

It's Saturday night. Movie night. The popcorn is popping, the movie is loading, and your pillows and blankets are all set up on the couch for you to crawl into. The microwave dings, announcing that the time is right to hit the play button.
You slide into the blankets and you adjust the pillow and lay down as the credits start. The butter on the popcorn slides down your throat as you chew subconsciously. Oh, yes. this is good.
You're introduced to the main characters. The basic plot to the film is laid out for you and the kissing begins.
You adjust yourself multiple times, in order to get the best view of the action, of course.
The climax is unveiled and you find your eyes becoming unfocused. They roll and shake as you try to prop them open. But you fail. "just for a second," you think, "just to let them rest". But as soon as you let them close, they wont open up again, only fluttering lids.
"Hello? time to go to bed, sweetie," your mother caresses your hair gently.
"But the movie..." you moan.
"it's over," she smiles, "you slept right through it."
You look up to the end credits rolling down the screen, "oh," you get up and reluctantly crawl into bed.
"That was the best movie night yet," you think as you drift off into a deep sleep to create your own version of the movie in your mental realm.

summer

What sorts of things do you do during the summer? Go on summer vacations with your family? Play ball with your cousins? Go fishing?
when I think summer, I think kids running off to find some small adventure, go around the world and be home in time for dinner. I remember some summers more than others. Some things that stick out more than others.Like walks to a massively flooded park, or picnics in the grave yard, horror movies with chips and salsa, and bike rides into neighbor hoods that we really didn't know. I'm content here in the western US. I don't need Hawaii or Broadway to have a memorable summer, I have the tiny town I live in to explore. And that's that.



(if you know any thing fun to do here in Logan, Utah, that's fun to do, leave a comment!)

CAMP FIRES

Is there anything better than a campfire? Actually, yes, there is; Sitting around a camp fire with friends.

But starting the fire is a group activity. The guys teeter on their knees around the pit, "oh..."-ing, and "awe..."-ing over the wannabe sparks that flutter from their flint and steel.

The girls sit in the creaky camp chairs, enfolded in quilts. They cross their arms and roll their eyes as the Neanderthals in front of them. They mutter amongst themselves and grow more and more irritated until finally, one highly supreme

PMS-ing female jumps out of the chair and rattles a box of matches at the men.

The men shake their heads and continue to scratch the puny flit some more, wasting another half hour of their lives.

At last, the girls revolt and the fire rises, spewing flames and ashes as it burns brightly under the moon.

A moment of silence is given to the fire and then the youngest of the group pops his head out of nowhere, "Marsh-mellows?!?" everyone sighs and the roasting begins.