You greedy human! I can see it in your eyes, brimming with indulgence. Were three scoops not enough? Combining mint, raspberry, peanut butter and coconut? Have you no shame? You lack morality as well as taste!
My fate has been sealed. Ice cream cones are not known for their structural stability. On a windy day like this, it’s only a matter of time before I fall from this throne of frozen lies and collide with the gritty sidewalk that lies beneath your feet.
A vicious shock of wind rips me from my peanut butter foundation and sends me spinning towards the hard ground. Alas, I have fallen! I hope you realize what you have done! This is not the fault of the boy walking in front of you, the lady who scooped the ice cream, or the divine force that conjured that gust of wind. It is your fault! You’re only a victim of your own greed and have made me one too!
When I was little, I used to be scared of dogs. I'm uncertain where this fear came from, but it was powerful. So, when my parents agreed to get a dog after months of my younger brother Ben begging, I was petrified. After searching for a rescue online, I ended up in a car for a 2-hour ride to New Hampshire to visit what I thought would be a ravaging beast. My imagination spiraled the entire time about all the awful ways the visit would go. The dog would bark and bite us, we'd be beaten to death by her tail, and then we'd be kidnapped by the monsters selling the dog.
When I was around maybe five years old, give or take, I picked up one of the most recent editions of Science News that I could get my hands on and began to read. Now this specific edition was unique in the sense that it discussed some of the newest findings in the fields of space exploration, specifically touching on recent discoveries around the scientific phenomenon of black holes. In this article it said that being sucked into a black hole would make your body stretch out like a wet noodle, the black hole sucking in anything and everything in its general vicinity. Now five year old me took this new information to heart, and so began my eternal fear of black holes, and becoming a human noodle. I would stay up late into the night, crying and sobbing, not able to close my eyes, because of the small chance that late into the night our sun would supernova and suck up the entirety of the milky way.
My library would be magical. Not like real magic, but it would feel that way. First of all when you walked in the first thing you would notice would be the smell. Old books and flowers. Not rotting old books, but the nice old book smell. If you read, you probably know what I mean. There would be an entryway, with coat hangers and a cork board full of poster and flyers for art shows, lost pets, cooking classes and more. The door would be big and wooden with big handles. There would always be a nice old lady at the front desk, sipping tea and reading romance novels. The kids section would have bean bags, lots of picture book and special events. The teen section would have big squishy chairs and all the newest books. Plants would be everywhere and so would families. The adult section would be upstairs and not as nice as the kids. When you left, you would always have an armfull of books. You would always long to go back, and dive into the books once more.
I stood at my bed, shoving my items into the tiny bag, laid out on the sheets. Calla stood at the doorway, tears silently falling down her face. She didn’t want me to know, but she was crying. “Can’t you stay?” Her voice wavered with every word. “You know they’ll take me away if I do,” I told her, closing the bag. “Maybe Papi can convince them to let you stay here -” “That won’t happen.”
Chapter One One day, long ago a young maiden was walking through the forest. She was listening to the birds, who were trilling their lovely songs.
She considered the bridgeless brook off to her left. The waters whispered and gurgled almost gleefully, begging her to take off her socks, roll up her pants, and wade in. The waters were rather cold, but there was something about the temperature that made the feeling quite pleasant. Suddenly, 2,000 goblins charged out of the forest, trying to capture her, but she had a taser.
”Back, back!” she cried, and she brandished the taser, calling out, “This is on the ‘completely annihilated’ setting!” Suddenly the goblins vanished, smoke curling from the place they had stood like fog in the valley. She was confused, the last time she had been threatened by goblins, they had not disappeared, in a strange and possibly magical fog.
When the plane took off seven years ago, I thought it would land. I took a nap and when I awoke the plane was vacant. I looked out the window, but there were only clouds. I do not know what is driving the plane or fueling it. I have tried to go out the exits but they are unopenable and I have stopped trying to open them long ago. I spend most of my time playing chess with myself on a small travel chess set. The pieces seem to be eternally staring at me. As for food, somehow I never get hungry or thirsty. The temperature is always around 57 degrees so I always have to wear my hoodie. My hair is very long because I have no way to cut it. I also look like garbage because there is no way to shower. Sometimes I look out the windows at the aggressive clouds and wish I could live a normal life. I was 22 when I got on this flight so I am around 29 now. If anyone gets this letter, save me.
You may have noticed on the way in that this island's name, "A Completely Normal Island With No Strange Aspects", is a slight misnomer. In fact, it is a rather large misnomer. Everything about this island is strange. The first and most important strange aspect of this island is that it does not obey the laws of physics. Furthermore, it exists in a non-euclidean space, so it is fairly easy to get lost. Keep that in mind as we walk around the island.
Now, if you look to your left, you will see the Spire. The funny thing about the Spire is that no one knows what it is, or even what it's made of. The island staff haven't been able to get close to it, so we have to guess. Right now, we think it's just an iron lodestone. It appears to give off an unusually strong magnetic field which affects much more than just ferrous metals, most notably water. If you look near the bottom of the spire, you'll actually see the seawater being pushed away from it.
Drink this every day before going to school. This concoction garentees school day survival with very few (if any) emotional explosions, delemas or screaming.
- 3 cups of fake smiles - 1 ½ cups of liquid brain fog - 10 tablespoons of “don’t care” powder - A brimming ½ cup of airhead laughter - 1 cup of chill-aid - 1 teaspoon of cluelessness - 2 ground stricken eyes - ½ teaspoon of complain_a_lots - 1 pound of daydreams
Bread Bread is the meaning of life. When our ancestors had nothing, who did they count on? They counted on bread. When George Washington fought for independence, who did he count on? He counted on bread. When Leonardo Da Vinci painted The Mona Lisa, who did he count on?! It was bread!! So in conclusion, bread is what keeps us alive. It's all we need.
I have many times labeled myself as a dog person and most definitely not a cat person. I believe that I have more insight than most into this topic because I have had both cats and dogs. Now it may have just been my experience or my cats but I do not like most cats. This is not just an unfair bias because I gave my cats many chances to prove me wrong and they never did. We originally got cats to kill mice in our house but once they stopped doing that they were virtually useless. My oldest cat probably ruined it for the other one because she would always pee in my room and pee in the vent that heats our entire house. Because of this I never liked this cat and most of the time never like the other one either. However my dog Sammy was my best friend and still is to this day. He shows me love and a sort of bond that my cats never could. Emotionally Sammy always felt like a real member of the family while my cats just seemed to be in the background.
Dear Diary, I DID IT! After countless months and staying up til late hours, I have finally found the cure! It took almost 8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days, 18 hours, and 28 minutes. But who's counting! What did I find you ask? The cure for boredom! It wasn't easy, like at all! I had to interview numerous other students here at Hogwards, but finally one student told me exactly what I needed to perfect my concoction. What did they say? They said that all I needed to perfect any and all potions is to add a little FUN, and not just the feeling (Even though that helped me out a lot!) but the bottled stuff that you can only get by squeezing it out of the big toes of young muggles between 5-13. Can you belive it?! A first year had the answer to the hardest thing in my life! As soon as the young first year said that, I immediatly ran to Gryffindor House and added it!
