Books author - "Tianna"
This is my greatest fear. In fifth grade (last year) I was asked what I was most afraid of. I had to think very hard, and this is what I came up with. I know this would NEVER happen, but fears aren't always realistic.
It's an informational book about a made up creature. Weird, right? Read it! (This story is pretty short, just a heads up for you)
What would you do if you could fly? I was just pondering how I would feel if I could take flight into the beautiful blue sky. Here is a fantastic dream of mine.
"Sami! Sam, don't do it! Sami, please!" I have never resented the distance separating us more than in this moment as I try to reach her through the webcam. "SAMI, COME BACK HERE NOW," I shriek, crying hysterically. When the black-haired girl walks out of her bathroom and back into my sight, her look says it all; I know instantly it happened again. It's never hurt quite this much, though. This time, there's the heart-wrenching pain of knowing that I was right here, unable to
Warning: poems are a bit dark. (Maybe that's an understatement.) The last poem, however, is just fun and imaginative--about childhood dreams and wishes.
Have you ever had a childhood friend you still wonder about? I do, and there's no way I can ever see my former best friend again, and there's no way I can send this letter since I don't know her family's address or if they even still live in the same place. I just started crying, thinking about this, so I decided to write down the few memories I have.
This is my greatest fear. In fifth grade (last year) I was asked what I was most afraid of. I had to think very hard, and this is what I came up with. I know this would NEVER happen, but fears aren't always realistic.
It's an informational book about a made up creature. Weird, right? Read it! (This story is pretty short, just a heads up for you)
What would you do if you could fly? I was just pondering how I would feel if I could take flight into the beautiful blue sky. Here is a fantastic dream of mine.
"Sami! Sam, don't do it! Sami, please!" I have never resented the distance separating us more than in this moment as I try to reach her through the webcam. "SAMI, COME BACK HERE NOW," I shriek, crying hysterically. When the black-haired girl walks out of her bathroom and back into my sight, her look says it all; I know instantly it happened again. It's never hurt quite this much, though. This time, there's the heart-wrenching pain of knowing that I was right here, unable to
Warning: poems are a bit dark. (Maybe that's an understatement.) The last poem, however, is just fun and imaginative--about childhood dreams and wishes.
Have you ever had a childhood friend you still wonder about? I do, and there's no way I can ever see my former best friend again, and there's no way I can send this letter since I don't know her family's address or if they even still live in the same place. I just started crying, thinking about this, so I decided to write down the few memories I have.