Sol Wednesday 18th

The peasants flock beneath my throne casting a disgusting stink through the castle. Luckily they cannot reach me, their foulness blocked off by the presence of my guards and servants. 

"What do you need my peasants, is my land and love not good enough for you."

"No, no my king, we have but one request," they reply timidly,"We wish for you to lower the taxes."

I laugh, dismissing their petty words. Of course my peasants. I proceed to erase the taxes. All of the sudden the peasants run up the stairs, brandishing fierce looks and clubs. I scream and call for my guards to help me, but they do not, for the king shall be exiled.

Sol Monday

I walk through the gate slamming it shut behind me. As I hop up the steps I see my dog jumping at the door. I open the door and get covered in a face-full of mud. She bounds on her back legs and scraps her dirty paws all over my jacket. Her tail flaps like a flag on a windy day. She jumps down and starts licking my legs. Suddenly she stops and starts barking at me. Then she starts whining as she walks off. A confused look creeps over my face as I wonder what is wrong with my dog.

Sol Sunday

The scream of a bald eagle can be heard in the distance as it swoops in to land. The sound of freedom rings and echoes across the beautiful tundra. The flag flickers in the wind, bringing a tear to my eye. I raise my hand to my forehead saluting the beautiful flag that represents America. Love, Happiness, Beauty, and most importantly FREEDOM. The bald eagle lands on my shoulder, nuzzling its head against my cheek. I have touched freedom, I have touched America.

RONAALDDOOOOOOO- SOL #12

Ronaldo cuts inside of the defenders, receiving a ball beautifully played by Ronaldo #2. He spins with the ball zipping away from three defenders. Now the whole enemy team is upon him. They start to close in, their eyes piercing Ronaldo's soul, but Ronaldo does not feel fear. He plays a ball over the top of the defenders to Ronaldo #3. Ronaldo #3 touches it down beautifully with his left foot and starts dribbling with the ball. Suddenly he plays it back out to Ronaldo, who takes a fantastic touch and smashes it into the top left corner of the goal.
RONALDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
GOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLL
The crowd goes wild, but Ronaldo goes even wilder. He runs to the corner over the field smiling and screaming.
RONALDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
RONALDOOOOOOO
CRISTIANO RONALDOOOOOOOOOOOO
GOOAALLLLL
He jumps and performs his celebration. The goal is over, but the amazement lives on in the stadium.

Sol #11

The thunder's boom could be heard across the sky, and the lightnings flash inspired a little spark of fear inside of everyone who watched. We stood there, watching, mesmerized and letting the rain drip down our sodden bodies. My hair clung to my forehead, and the occasional drip of water reached my neck. I grinned at the night sky taking in its beauty and sheer power, watching the thunder storm slowly drift across my field of view, eventually vanishing, and ceasing to exist.

Book Blog Slice- Fear- SOL#10

Fear is the third book in a series by Charlie Higson, a prestigious author that wrote the Young Bond series. A disease has struck the world, and everyone over the age of fourteen has turned into a mindless, rabid zombie, that eats anything in its way. Fear follows DogNut, a boy trying to survive in a group of 9-14 year olds in this harsh world. He faces challenges along the way, and experiences hardship and happiness. This book is fantastic, and is the second best in the series. It includes a little mature content.

Daylight Savings- #9

My arms heave as I flip my pillow over to the cool side. I glance at the clock, 4:34 in the morning. Plenty more time to sleep. I yawn and get comfortable, wriggling down into the depths of my bed sheets. I have a good two and a half hours of sleep, I think to myself. Little did I know the clock was lying. The time was really 5:34. Just as I drifted into the happy abyss of a dream I'm awoken, by a cold firm hand shaking me.
"Wake up, wake up,"The voice says,"It's time to get up."
Groaning I stretch out my arms. I squint my eyes and see the sun slowly rising from the horizon.
"It's not time to go," I reply.
"Yes it is," The figure says, showing me their phone. The time read, 7:00. It's all a dream, I think. This isn't happening, this is all a dream, but here I am at school, when it should really be 1:00, but now it's two, and my time has slowly been taken from me.