Famous First and Last Lines

"For a long time, I went to bed early."
Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's Way
By: Marcel Proust born July 10, 1871 in Auteuil-Neuilly-Passy. Died November 18, 1922 in Paris France. He was a french novelist, critic and essayist.
A story about dreams and remembering the past in dreams.

"The old man was dreaming about the lions."
Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea
This book for the people with depression problems.
Ernest Hemingway was born July 21, 1899, Oak Park, IL. He died July 2, 1961, Ketchum, ID.

He was an American novelist, short story writer and Journalist.

Proust 

 Hemingway

Don't quote me on that

“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Stephen Bush

 “Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.” – Friday Night Lights 

 “Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.” – Albert Einstein

In The Newspaper

Hiding on the internet

            I found this title to a story in the newspaper. I thought it was interesting. “Hiding on the Internet.” That’s such a strange title for me… how does one hide on the internet? Do they mean hide yourself, or the things you see, or who you talk to? I’m curious to know what that means.

            There are many mysteries with the internet. We don’t know how many things are on there or how much of the world’s data is on there. It blows my mind to think about the enormous amount of information that is out there just sitting, waiting to be seen. There’s almost nothing you can’t find. It’s almost like, anything that was or is, is on the internet somewhere.

            I wonder who would try to hide on the internet though, or what is hiding on the internet. criminals, husbands cheating on their wives, wives cheating on their husbands, hackers, spy’s, anything and anyone could be on there doing god only knows what. If there are so many people on the internet then how would anything be really hidden? We many never know.

            Then there’s the government. They can see everything that we do and hear everything we do. They can see crimes before they even happen. Your laptops can be used to spy on people by the government. You could be sitting at home watching TV while someone is watching you at the same time. I honestly think there’s no privacy on the internet anymore. I don’t really believe that anything could be hidden on the internet.  

             

Memorable Passage

The Underdogs

            “I tied my cleats really tight so they wouldn’t come off when I sprinted.” This is a passage from the book The Underdogs by Mike Lupica. It’s a book about a boy that plays on a smaller team that always gets beat, but the year the kid plays, they’re predicted to be successful. The main character lives with his aunt and uncle because, his parents died. The aunt and uncle are extremely mean to him, making him do chores right after a long day of practice. They just treat him bad. There’s twist though. The kid has a brother who plays for in Cincinnati Bangles in the NFL. He promises that one day the kid will live with him. You’ll have to read the rest to find out what happens. I like the passage above because it reminds me of when I was in middle school playing the same position as the kid and having to do the same things with my cleats. I still have to do it. I just love books that remind me of my childhood. Any book that can bring back childhood memories is a good book. This is a good read, you should look it up. 

Dream Post

            For some reason I only remember almost all of my scary dreams. I can remember some of the good ones and the happy ones, but the freakiest stay with me and I can’t get away from them. Some I have over and over again, and I don’t know why. It’s like I have a file in my head for scary dreams. Even if I don’t want to have them I will, it’s like I can’t shut them off until it gets bad enough in the dream. I wish I knew why this happens all the time.

            I have many scary dreams. It’s not the same all the time, there’s different ones. I still remember them all though and I can have them again and again. I have some about death, some of pain, and some of childhood fears, and things I can’t control. The darkest of dreams get stuck in my mind and don’t leave. I don’t know where I’ve gotten all of these bad dreams, but they become terrible and some I don’t even tell anyone.

            When I was little I always was afraid that someone was going to take me from my mom or kidnap me. I don’t know why but I was deathly afraid of that, and I always have dreams of someone trying to kidnap me when I’m alone, or if my family is asleep and I’m the only one awake, I’ll dream of someone trying to break in and take me, and I can’t wake anyone up. I know it’s a childish dream and funny because I’m the size or bigger than most men, but we all have irrational dreams, don’t we?

            I was also scared of the paranormal when I was younger and I am still unsure if anything of that nature occurs in life or if it’s all just a hoax or if someone is trying to get some sort of attention. I haven’t seen exact proof of anything happening on the side of the paranormal, other than movies and stories I’ve heard from friends and other people. I still don’t know what I should believe at this point though. I often find my mind playing tricks on me in my dreams. I’ll dream that someone is in my room and then ill wake up and see an outline of that person in my room. I also have dreams of my old houses being haunted. When I was little I thought that they were for some reason. Now when I dream about it, it feels so real and it feels like I’m right there for real and that the spirit or whatever it is, is trying to hurt me. I want to find out where these dreams come from, and now that I’ve said all of this I will probably do some research on theses dreams and figure out why I keep having them.  

Dream Threads

Dream Threads

            From the window I watched it cross, from that point I had no control. My body froze and I couldn’t move. The tall black figure moved in the dark, all I saw was a 6’5” shadow moving to the side of the house. I watched it through the curtains as it moved out of my vision to the side of the house. I couldn’t see it anymore and it was dead silent. There was no sound other than the pounding of my heart, about to beat out of my chest. I quickly moved the curtains to cover the window and shuffled to the wall next to window. I was unaware of what would happen next.

            I slowly moved from the wall and stepped with ease across my bed room to the door. I looked to my left and saw my Louisville slugger baseball bat. I grabbed the bat and proceeded to open the door. I stepped out of my room into the darkness. The house was a quiet tomb, as if nothing was even happening. I couldn’t hear a thing. No footsteps, no noise at all. I looked to my right into the darkness and saw nothing, so started walking. I had a feeling of someone watching me, and I was extremely scared of what the figure might have been. I moved forward though and found a place by a window at the front of the house by the front door. I stopped and camped there waiting to see the shadow move past it or see it in the distance in front of the house.

            The quiet was unsettling, I heard nothing, until I heard a tapping at the front door. I walked over to the front door with the bat up, ready to swing. I grabbed the handle and swung open the door. There was nothing there… just the street lit up by the street lights. I turned around thinking it wasn’t anything. As soon as I turned around I saw the tall black figure standing in the walk way in front of the door inside my house! It was just standing there and seemed to be staring at me. I chucked the bat at its head and took off out the door! I turned on the jets as I ran out of my house, through the yard and on to the sidewalk. I was running for my life. I didn’t look back, I just ran. My feet were rough against the sidewalk, as I made my escape. 

           

7 line poem

 Drops of dew on the grass

Do not affect the animal’s peaceful habitat

Like the grass of Irving Heights, the grass is a shade of olive khaki

There’s other shades as well in the grass such as

The foggy green of wellington Heights

The animal wonders around in its elegant courtyard.

The sun shines down in rays through the rainforest canopy.

Acrostic

Huddled up  

On the couch

Nothing to do, no responsibility

Everyone home

Young nights turn into cozy long nights

Cuddling because you can

Apple cinnamon in the air  

Rare moments with family

Appreciated

Mom baking

Everyone

Loves the winter

Disney Paint Chip

Springtime Grass

            You’ve been through fall and winter, and you’re so excited to be outside. Everyone is outside, playing, cleaning, and working. You take a deep breath in and smell this magnificent smell, one of the best smells you could smell, one that brings back memories of your childhood. It reminds you of a simple time, a time of joy and happiness. It’s the smell of fresh cut grass in the spring. There’s almost nothing that can beat this smell. Fresh cut, green, springtime grass is so natural and beautiful, and the aroma is just captivating. I can’t think of a time when I didn’t love that sent.