AppleCenter is a large and populous city. The historical background, diversity, entertainment and the very large Colonial like buildings are the things that attract people from all over the country. Surrounded by beautiful beaches and shopping centers, a person can find many things to do and places to go for fun. For me, one of those areas is in downtown AppleCenter on Main Street. Along this street close to the beach lies many different types of cafes, shops, restaurants, and other establishments. I often find myself spending many nights on this street sitting in one of the restaurants or cafes. Regularly that is how I enjoy the beautiful view of the city after a long day of work or school. A city girl is what I am. I live with my two doting parents in a beautiful house on the hiltop just 10 miles away from Main Street. Peacefully, of course.
I was awakened by my mother since I pressed the snooze button on the alarm clock at least six times this morning. I did that because I was really sleepy and my pillow top mattress was not helping at all. Even though I was not excited to run some errands, I was up with a Garfield-like smile from ear to ear knowing that I had another pleasant dream. It was the same dream again; a dream about a man which is now making me impatient. It was the kind of dream that takes place in a beautiful field full of sun flowers surrounded by a large forest and it always seemed to have two people chasing each other playfully. Well that is the exact same dream that I had. The man that was in my dream was as close to perfection as possible. This ideal person is considered in the beholder's eyes as a person to spend an eternity with. His eyes were very deep, dark, and had long eye lashes, which provided the eyes with meaning and character. He had a dark-brown complexion, a pleasant smile, and full luscious lips. Regardless of his physical features, he had characteristics in a man's personality that are significant as well. He would be able to see that I am thinking and was very charming with his words. He would also laugh at my silly jokes like no other. “Hmm, I hope this is telling me something! Parhaps, this dream is fortelling something very interesting about the future. I like I like,” I said to myself with a smile on my face. I can’t seem to understand why a dream this mysterious hunts me in my sleep everynight. That is something I need to find out before I lose my mind.
Days pass by and I still haven’t heard or seen such a man. There is a possibility that this man could be living here with me. So anyway, I got ready for a beautiful summer day and rushed through the door. While I was grocery shopping I saw a man that looks like the one in my dreams. There he was standing miraculously, looking and mesmerized by my beauty. He wore a very bright yellow shirt. As he walked towards me, I acted as if I didn’t see him and continued to shop.
“I know I’m not a grocery item but I can tell when you are checking me out.” He said with a confident smile.
Confused yet amazed, we talked for a little while and then exchanged numbers.
“What are you up to today?” He asked.
“My schedule doesn’t look so good but would love to grab a bite for lunch tomorrow, what do you think?”
“Sure, sounds good! I guess I will come by tomorrow at noon then?”
“Okay!”
“Take care”
“Bye”
It felt so weird for thinking that I had found the one in a day; the one man I have been looking for. I thought I was insane and I must have been going crazy or something. Finally, I went back to my house, took a shower, got ready to watch T.V. and all I had been thinking about was him the whole time. I kept telling myself how perfect we would be together. It was during the next day; both of us were sitting in a small quiet restaurant with candles flickering that he, surprisingly, told me the dreams he had of me every night; just like the ones I had of him. We instantly fell in love with each other and became the most desired couple in town. Every night, we would name and claim our stars as we hold each other. It feels so comforting to be with someone who is wonderful. As we got to know each other, I noticed that we are different as night and day. Nevertheless, I wanted him in my life, very much.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Fawn's Home Story
This is from our story based on a map of our home, or someplace special. It has been revised since I got it back.
Summer break runs from the beginning of June until the middle of August. It might have been the summer of 95’ but I lived on a blue, two story house on Forrest Street. I was six and was friends with most of the other six year olds on my block. Across the street from my house lived my best friends, Josh and Justine. Josh was in my grade, his sister, Justine, was a couple years older than us. Josh and I played almost every day in the summertime. He had brown hair; he was much taller than me and talked with a stutter. The kids on our block all made fun of him because of it but I didn’t mind it. He was my best friend after all. We had lots of adventures, from building an igloo in his driveway, to riding our bikes out in the alley way behind my house. One day that summer Josh and I had nothing to do, we sat on my front porch steps watching the rest of the neighborhood. We got on the topic of the elderly couple that lived next to Josh’s house.
“Hey, you know Mr. & Mrs. Bentsen?” asked Josh.
My parents were good friends with them and I had been over inside their house before but I had hardly talked to them. So I responded with,
“Yeah my mom talks to Mrs. Bentsen all the time, why?”
“Well, I was just thinking that we could go check out their backyard, it’s awesome! Have you ever seen it before?”
“No, what’s back there?” I asked
“I go back there all the time. They have a beautiful garden and a pond with gold fish in it. They let me play in it whenever I want. Do you wanna go see it?”
I thought to myself for a minute, that there was really nothing else to do, and Josh said he goes back there all the time so why not?
Even though the couple wasn’t home I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t feel any guilt as we lifted the latch and broke into their backyard. I mean Josh did say that he goes back there all the time. The first step I took was onto a stone-paved walkway. In my six young years of life, their garden was so big and so lush that it was the prettiest thing that I had ever seen. There were so many colors that it looked like a rainbow of flowers. Josh took me on a tour of it, like he had been there time and time before. He elaborated on all sorts of stories about how he went swimming in the pond, about the number of birds he saw in the birdbath, and playing in their flowers. We were back there for the whole summer afternoon. We got into a sort of game where we made a little garden of our own. We had picked off almost all of the big, red roses, and the yellow tulips to make our garden. A cardinal perched on the birdbath inspired us to make our little garden a place for the birds. We even gathered twigs nest-like, so the birds could have a place to stay and visit. It began to get dark out so Josh and I went back to our homes laughing about the fun day we had.
After dinner the phone rang. My mom answered and trouble began.
“Oh, I don’t know who could have done that, I’m really sorry that happened… Well I’ll let you know if I hear anything Mrs. Bentsen.”
My mom came into the living room and asked me what I did that day.
“Well, Josh and I played outside all day.”
I was hesitant to tell her what we really did but she gave me that look like she already knew. So I finally gave in and told her about our adventure and how we had made a pretty place for the birds to visit. My mom asked me why I did that and she told me that it was wrong of me to trespass. I tried to justify my reasoning to her telling her that I didn’t know I was trespassing because Josh had been back there so many times before. She called Mrs. Bentsen back and explained that she knew who the trespassers were.
The next day I had to go clean up the garden by myself because Josh had denied the whole story.
Summer break runs from the beginning of June until the middle of August. It might have been the summer of 95’ but I lived on a blue, two story house on Forrest Street. I was six and was friends with most of the other six year olds on my block. Across the street from my house lived my best friends, Josh and Justine. Josh was in my grade, his sister, Justine, was a couple years older than us. Josh and I played almost every day in the summertime. He had brown hair; he was much taller than me and talked with a stutter. The kids on our block all made fun of him because of it but I didn’t mind it. He was my best friend after all. We had lots of adventures, from building an igloo in his driveway, to riding our bikes out in the alley way behind my house. One day that summer Josh and I had nothing to do, we sat on my front porch steps watching the rest of the neighborhood. We got on the topic of the elderly couple that lived next to Josh’s house.
“Hey, you know Mr. & Mrs. Bentsen?” asked Josh.
My parents were good friends with them and I had been over inside their house before but I had hardly talked to them. So I responded with,
“Yeah my mom talks to Mrs. Bentsen all the time, why?”
“Well, I was just thinking that we could go check out their backyard, it’s awesome! Have you ever seen it before?”
“No, what’s back there?” I asked
“I go back there all the time. They have a beautiful garden and a pond with gold fish in it. They let me play in it whenever I want. Do you wanna go see it?”
I thought to myself for a minute, that there was really nothing else to do, and Josh said he goes back there all the time so why not?
Even though the couple wasn’t home I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t feel any guilt as we lifted the latch and broke into their backyard. I mean Josh did say that he goes back there all the time. The first step I took was onto a stone-paved walkway. In my six young years of life, their garden was so big and so lush that it was the prettiest thing that I had ever seen. There were so many colors that it looked like a rainbow of flowers. Josh took me on a tour of it, like he had been there time and time before. He elaborated on all sorts of stories about how he went swimming in the pond, about the number of birds he saw in the birdbath, and playing in their flowers. We were back there for the whole summer afternoon. We got into a sort of game where we made a little garden of our own. We had picked off almost all of the big, red roses, and the yellow tulips to make our garden. A cardinal perched on the birdbath inspired us to make our little garden a place for the birds. We even gathered twigs nest-like, so the birds could have a place to stay and visit. It began to get dark out so Josh and I went back to our homes laughing about the fun day we had.
After dinner the phone rang. My mom answered and trouble began.
“Oh, I don’t know who could have done that, I’m really sorry that happened… Well I’ll let you know if I hear anything Mrs. Bentsen.”
My mom came into the living room and asked me what I did that day.
“Well, Josh and I played outside all day.”
I was hesitant to tell her what we really did but she gave me that look like she already knew. So I finally gave in and told her about our adventure and how we had made a pretty place for the birds to visit. My mom asked me why I did that and she told me that it was wrong of me to trespass. I tried to justify my reasoning to her telling her that I didn’t know I was trespassing because Josh had been back there so many times before. She called Mrs. Bentsen back and explained that she knew who the trespassers were.
The next day I had to go clean up the garden by myself because Josh had denied the whole story.
The Girl
We run off, backs to the wind, the chasing of cottonwood wasps down the sidewalk, snatching them as they glide and swoop, destroying their autonomous course of flight, laughing while we do such.
We have one more week together. Though, we’re not together, these are the moments we will remember.
“What do you want to do?” she said with an uprise in her voice. Feeling the unsettling humidity of the car she wiped the sweat from the back of her neck and pulled her hair into a ponytail.
“Well, we could go the park”
I followed behind you through the woods. Inspecting the glistening canopy above us, sun speckling itself onto the ground laid out in front me. We exited the woods to find that where the park once was, was now a barren brown landscape.
A warm wind against our backs tossed soil and sediment about in the distance. Dirt dusted the entire sky of dazzling indigo. We could feel the wind begin to move from the brown plain outstretched in front of us to the green and orange aspen trees behind us, causing them to sway lightly. Their force then began to growing with each movement, growing more violent, gaining intensity the way an orchestra tuning up does. Then, suddenly, as if performing a concerto, the wind billowed a sound similar to a yelp. The resonance of this sound completely astounded us.
Her hair danced delicately behind her head, the gorgeous sun reflected itself out of the corner of her eye, I wondered if the feeling which consumed me was a product of the environment, or rather I imagined that the environment was acting in perfect accordance to this feeling of complete spiritual harmony.
The story that i revised was the one i did for the excercise where we had to find a painting and write a story. The painting i wrote about was Winslow Homer's The Gulf Stream. The painting can be seen at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Winslow_Homer_004.jpg.
“This is it.” I remember thinking. Fifteen years as a fishermen and I was about to become fish food. I had been fishing off shore of Mexico with my buddy Jose for sailfish when we encountered a terrible storm. Out of nowhere the sky got black and the wind kicked up. Waves over 20 feet were rocking our tiny ship as we huddled inside the cabin. I could hear the hull creaking and groaning.
“Hey Jose!” I shouted over the wind.
“What up Pancho?”
“Remember on Friday when we got paid for our last catch? When I wanted to use the money to hole up the leaks and get a new mast? But you just had to go to the bar. ”
“Oh yeah my bad man. If it makes you feel any better I was having a really bad day.”
As Jose proceeded to tell me about his terrible day I heard a large crash right above us. The mast had splintered but was still attached to the boat by a few ropes and was beginning to drag us down.
“Hey man I have to get those ropes!” Jose patted me on the back and crawled onto the deck. He managed to cut the ropes but as he turned to crawl back a huge wave, maybe 30 feet, hit our ship. Jose was thrown into the water and it was a miracle the ship didn’t capsize. I would learn later, while inspecting the ship that Jose had cut his leg on a lose board as he fell, attractting a large pack of bullsharks. I immediately ran out onto the slippery deck and tried to toss him a rope but those sharks made quick work of poor old Jose.
As the storm began to break up and the sun started to come out again I peered into the water. My heart dropped when I saw that the bullsharks, probably ten of them were still circling around my boat. They were snapping their jaws and the only thing I could look at were their rows of razor sharp teeth. To make matters worse the storm had washed the boat way off shore. I had no idea what I was going to do when I noticed a small speck on the horizon. I could tell right away that it was a large ship.
“I have to make sure that ship sees me,” I thought, “otherwise ill never see my family again!”
I was in the process of trying to produce a paddle when I noticed several coils of rope sitting on the deck of the boat. I had heard of the cowboys from the American west and how they would use lassos to rope up cows. I figured if they could lasso a cow from horseback, I might be able to lasso a shark or two and have them drag me over to that ship!
I crawled my way over to the ropes and began to knot a lasso in the end of one of the ropes. As I balanced myself against my broken mast I swung the lasso high overhead.
“Splash!” I missed my target.
After two more tries I was finally able to snare one of the deadly fish. I quickly tied the end of the rope around the splintered mast at the front of the boat. After the first one I managed to snag two more sharks and got them tied up.
At this point I was starting to feel like my chances of survival were looking up, but I still wasn’t sure how I was going to control the sharks. While mulling my situation over I realized that I still had several pounds of baitfish stored below deck. Slowly I lowered myself down into the hold and retrieved the fish.
I began throwing the fish in a straight line out in front of the boat. As I threw the fish out in front of the boat the sharks would swim so powerfully that I prayed the mast would hold. After what seemed like an eternity I finally began to close in on the ship.
I began jumping up and down, waving my arms desperately trying to get someone to notice me. When the men on the ship finally did see me they sent out a huge rowboat, much bigger than my tiny vessel. As they made their way up to me they were surprised to see my lassoed sharks snapping about in the water. I was thankful for their service and decided to untie the ropes and set them free.
Once onboard the ship the sailors were astounded to hear my story. They regarded me as a god for being able to control such wild beasts and were happy to drop me off back at my home port. Once there everyone was astounded to see such a huge ship. I rowed into shore and waved goodbye to my new friends. As I walked up the shore I decided right there that I would never fish again. Luckily I had taken out a new insurance policy on the boat this year and received a pretty nice chunk of change for the boat. With the money I opened a bar in town. Sharkfin soup is our specialty.
“This is it.” I remember thinking. Fifteen years as a fishermen and I was about to become fish food. I had been fishing off shore of Mexico with my buddy Jose for sailfish when we encountered a terrible storm. Out of nowhere the sky got black and the wind kicked up. Waves over 20 feet were rocking our tiny ship as we huddled inside the cabin. I could hear the hull creaking and groaning.
“Hey Jose!” I shouted over the wind.
“What up Pancho?”
“Remember on Friday when we got paid for our last catch? When I wanted to use the money to hole up the leaks and get a new mast? But you just had to go to the bar. ”
“Oh yeah my bad man. If it makes you feel any better I was having a really bad day.”
As Jose proceeded to tell me about his terrible day I heard a large crash right above us. The mast had splintered but was still attached to the boat by a few ropes and was beginning to drag us down.
“Hey man I have to get those ropes!” Jose patted me on the back and crawled onto the deck. He managed to cut the ropes but as he turned to crawl back a huge wave, maybe 30 feet, hit our ship. Jose was thrown into the water and it was a miracle the ship didn’t capsize. I would learn later, while inspecting the ship that Jose had cut his leg on a lose board as he fell, attractting a large pack of bullsharks. I immediately ran out onto the slippery deck and tried to toss him a rope but those sharks made quick work of poor old Jose.
As the storm began to break up and the sun started to come out again I peered into the water. My heart dropped when I saw that the bullsharks, probably ten of them were still circling around my boat. They were snapping their jaws and the only thing I could look at were their rows of razor sharp teeth. To make matters worse the storm had washed the boat way off shore. I had no idea what I was going to do when I noticed a small speck on the horizon. I could tell right away that it was a large ship.
“I have to make sure that ship sees me,” I thought, “otherwise ill never see my family again!”
I was in the process of trying to produce a paddle when I noticed several coils of rope sitting on the deck of the boat. I had heard of the cowboys from the American west and how they would use lassos to rope up cows. I figured if they could lasso a cow from horseback, I might be able to lasso a shark or two and have them drag me over to that ship!
I crawled my way over to the ropes and began to knot a lasso in the end of one of the ropes. As I balanced myself against my broken mast I swung the lasso high overhead.
“Splash!” I missed my target.
After two more tries I was finally able to snare one of the deadly fish. I quickly tied the end of the rope around the splintered mast at the front of the boat. After the first one I managed to snag two more sharks and got them tied up.
At this point I was starting to feel like my chances of survival were looking up, but I still wasn’t sure how I was going to control the sharks. While mulling my situation over I realized that I still had several pounds of baitfish stored below deck. Slowly I lowered myself down into the hold and retrieved the fish.
I began throwing the fish in a straight line out in front of the boat. As I threw the fish out in front of the boat the sharks would swim so powerfully that I prayed the mast would hold. After what seemed like an eternity I finally began to close in on the ship.
I began jumping up and down, waving my arms desperately trying to get someone to notice me. When the men on the ship finally did see me they sent out a huge rowboat, much bigger than my tiny vessel. As they made their way up to me they were surprised to see my lassoed sharks snapping about in the water. I was thankful for their service and decided to untie the ropes and set them free.
Once onboard the ship the sailors were astounded to hear my story. They regarded me as a god for being able to control such wild beasts and were happy to drop me off back at my home port. Once there everyone was astounded to see such a huge ship. I rowed into shore and waved goodbye to my new friends. As I walked up the shore I decided right there that I would never fish again. Luckily I had taken out a new insurance policy on the boat this year and received a pretty nice chunk of change for the boat. With the money I opened a bar in town. Sharkfin soup is our specialty.
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