Halloween Front Porch

     A black figure darted across the path that led up to the massive black house, looming over me, casting shadows in the darkness. I hesitantly walk up the walkway, scared of the utterly silent, black, eerie, night. I can see the big pot of candy on the porch when BAM! a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM PIERCES THE NIGHT.

I realize my eyes are closed and hurriedly open them.

     Bad Idea.

An enormous zombie is standing in front of me. Was that bloodcurdling scream me? Probably, I mean, look at it. The zombie stays frozen in place for about 5 seconds, along with me, and then suddenly it opens its ghoulish mouth and starts laughing.

The zombie – who I had now observed was a person – laughed so hard his arm fell off. But where there should’ve been nothingness, there was a human arm. I let out a big sigh, stalk past the zombie, and go onto the front porch. I gather up my candy, and sit on the porch, which is quite festively decorated with large, hairy spiders, Jack-o-lanterns, and finally, a large mummy hanging over the door. I open the door and walk inside, calling behind me to my brother, ” not funny Dexter, not funny at all.” The door slams shut behind me. 

Me & My Books

     It’s Monday, the first day of school. I let myself in the house, throw my backpack down, kick off my shoes, and crash on the couch. Then I remember I have books to read. I moan as I get up; the couch was so soft, and the first day of school is so tiring. I get one of my favorite books, Divergent by Veronica Roth, and throw myself down onto the couch. I open the book to a random page and start reading.

     As I read, I transform myself into the book. It’s like I’m watching a really good movie, and I don’t want it to end. I read wherever is convenient at the time, and whenever I have free time. As you would guess, I read a lot over the summer. I love to read. Ever since I was little, when me and my mom read Raggedy Ann out loud to me in my hot pink bedroom, I have read all the time.


     I read in bed, as soon as I wake up, and right before I go to sleep. When I read, it’s like there’s nothing else in the world; I don’t hear, or see anything other than the words I’m reading. When I read, it’s just me and my books.