Wind Revisions

WONDERS OF THE WIND

   I struggled to hold on, while the falling rocks tried to release my grip. The wind was tugging at me, and threatening to pull me into the depths below. My goal was to get to the peak - where Earth touches the sky, very few climbers attempted to do so. 

   As I climbed my throat was parched with thirst, arms ached, but kept going to achieve my goal. The icy gusts of wind buffeted my golden hair up to a lion's mane. But, with the sight of clouds the hope rose. The ever darkening skies seemed only an inch away; I must persist! Every muscle in my body burned with pain! "Left arm, right arm, left arm, right arm, left foot, right foot..." I chanted in a beat inside my head. I grappled myself so high I could see the top. "Almost there," I breathed. 

   A new spark spread in my heart. A final heave and I hauled myself to the top of the bar. With mighty effort I had achieved my goal. I looked through the tangle of climbing ropes and spotted Grandma standing on the wood chips she waved, I smiled back. I had just climbed to the highest point of the play structure! 

   A feeling lingered in my heart - I remembered when I was younger and not as strong I tried to climb up but couldn't. Though, today I knew that I would succeed, determined I was able to climb to new hights.

   Up that high I cherished the wind, I could feel the Autumn sun warm my skin. I was free! I could see the dust particles that tried to release my grip, too. Glanced down then up again, at the top of my lungs, I screamed "HELLLLOOOOOOOO!", I hoped to make an echo, and it did. I scanned the horizon looking at the houses, cars, and trees which all seemed like tiny ants. I wonder if I will ever get to climb a real mountain someday or name a mountain summit "Sky Peak". Well, I should better enjoy climbing play structures while young. 

   I sat there and watched the clouds roll over the Earth. In the sky, in the wind, in my imagination
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EDIT turkey turkey

Today I edited WIND

Fun stuff
Turkey turkey rap rap
do the tha-ankgivin' song Ya\

this is a song idea (above)

12:52

I updated my writing today.
This is for everyone -
Anybody that views my writing please comment or suggest things, so I can improve my writing pieces.
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Plan for final Video

On Tuesday Nov. 19, my class in going to have an Author's Celebration! 

I am making a visual reproduction (video) of my story - Wind, that will be my performance piece.

   PLAN

Where to film the Video?

By the River - on that cliff near the woods, and on any play structure

How to do it?

My mom will film at the top of the cliff my dad will film at the bottom - my sister will be special effects

What to do (script)?

(need to work on the script at home)

Friday FUN

Today I edited my writing pieces,
So now they are better then ever!!!!

Ice Skating

MONOLOGUE
I am an ice skater I've been doing it for about 2 years, though I don't have a lot of experience, boy, am I good at it. I am at level "free skate 2", I learned that a "fail is the key to success" - meaning when I was still learning I fell down a lot, so, know I know 100 ways how not to do a spin.

POEM
Getting dizzy, getting dizzy
Inside I have a feeling, that really gets me fizzy

The more I fall the less I miss
I think I'm getting the hang of this

If I keep on trying, but without lying,
Then soon, I can tell, others will be crying (with envy)

The more I practice this skill
Then I can improve, I will

A couple tries later
I am a better skater

Trick-or-Treat, Give me something good to Eat

Trick-or-Treat

Treat-or-Trick

               "Trick-or-treat!", kids called out; that was the regular thing you'd hear on the night of October 21, Halloween. 

                     Mia (my friend), Maja (my sister), my dad and I strolled the sodden streets, for one reason: candy! Mia was a bumble-bee, my sister was Queen Cleopatra, and I was Arachne (the goddess of spiders). This was the "perfect" night to trick-or-treat, while rain pelted down on us we trudged through puddles of murky water, and while others moaned and groaned about the devil's weather.

                   Chilled to the bone we walked up to our second house, clearly over decorated. That house adorned with a  ghoul draping on the walk-way, dead gamblers (skeletons playing poker), miner 49'er, ghost of their "relatives", and... well you get the idea. "Huh...?", Mia questioned. As we walked up we noticed a sign on the front door that read GO TO THE GARAGE. It's...