The foggy graveyard
The fog in the graveyard meandered slowly
The fog in the graveyard meandered slowly, randomly
Meandered slowly, randomly, spookily
slowly, randomly, spookily, consuming me
As I walk through the lit path of glowing lanterns
Friday, October 31, 2014
Little Johnny the Ghost
One day, on a sunny Monday afternoon at school, Johnny received several homework assignments. Johnny especially hated homework. He was always a happy kid, but it was that day he couldn’t take any more homework. He suffered a deadly heart attack. He has been dead now for over 70 years. Some say he haunts the halls of O’Neill High School to this very day.
Those who see him say he is about 12 years old and about 7 feet tall, counting the 2 feet he floats. The first thing you notice is his shimmering blonde hair. He wears a red and black plaid shirt and worn blue jeans. He has deep blue eyes and a worn black pair of converse shoes that you can see his white socks through. If you’re searching for him, look seven feet in the air for a reflection of the light on his hair.
I first found out about him when I saw a group of kids talking to the air. As I walked nearer, I could see Johnny. I learned that he was very friendly. When I went to class I saw him put bunny ears on my reading teacher. All of the students quietly giggled. In science class, we were heating the air in a balloon when he wrote Mrs. Lopez smells like dirty socks on the board. When Mrs. Lopez turned around the writing disappeared magically.
Johnny had become my best friend, but one day he went too far. He turned on the ceiling sprinklers and soaked everyone in the school. It was that day he disappeared from my eyes and everyone else’s, I never saw him again.
The legend of Johnny lives on to this day, but nobody can see him now, for that day his funny pranks angered all of his friends. Sadly, the wandering soul of Johnny will never rest in its rightful place.
I think we can all realize, none of this would’ve happened if teachers didn’t give us so much homework. ;)
Friday, October 17, 2014
As I woke up, I knew that it was going to be a great day. Today was Halloween. I waited and waited for the calling of the feast. Finally, when Ron and I were playing pin the tail on the dragon, we heard the magical ringing of a bell calling us to the feast.
When we entered the Great Hall, the first thing that caught my eye was the floating jack o lanterns illuminating the hall. Bats that were screeching a haunting noise accompanied the mystical pumpkins. Other students were already waiting at the four long tables for their food to appear in front of them.
Just as quick as the bats soared through the air, the food appeared. The room was instantly filled with chatter and excitement. Slowly but surely, the smell filled the room. The scents of slow roasted chicken and roast beef would hunger a man who has already eaten. Many minutes pass until the dessert finally appears. Pumpkin pie and chocolate eyeballs that melt in your mouth present themselves on the plate of hundreds of stuffed students. The room is filled with a sonic boom as all of the students applaud for the chef that prepared the unbelievable meal.
Laughing children on broomsticks and moaning ghosts fill the air as Halloween comes to a satisfying end.