Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Worst Moments Ever
I was at my aunt's old ancient house board out of my mind. I sprinted outside to play a game of "It," with the neighbors kids. When I got out of there I saw my intolerant uncle working on his rundown, red, Maximum. Next we established our game of "It." As we dashed in and out between my uncle's busted up car, and my aunt's light sky blue Bug I was tagged "It," by the neighbor's daughter. After that we decided to take a break and get ourselves a pleasantly cool glass of water. When I got my water I came back out to finish the exuberance game of "It." But first I ceased drinking my refreshing cold glass of water. As I stood between my aunt and uncle's cars; you wouldn't believe what happened next. My uncle's busted up car he was working on jumped off the jack and smacked me right in the stomach. The water in my mouth flew across the car, the glass in my hand plunged to the ground and shattered all over. I became short of breath, I couldn't speak. I felt as if cold death was creeping upon me. I had to be rush to the hospital and that's all I could remember.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I creeped into the dark alley
to see a blood thristy vampire trampbled toward me
and I thought,"Ruunnnn!"
By: Raven Sanchez

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


The 3D Snowflake

I was made for a class activity using plane white paper but was slice and diced an hung by a strange to be come this beautiful 3D snowflake. Given to those who would hang me with cheer.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

"Get to work now!"
She was a strong forceful woman. To be in control was her goal. Awesome,a woman forcing four men in black suites to build a bridge. Some where in a tree plane area between two hills. These men are looking as if they aren't breaking a sweat.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Theres this gold key,kind of shaped like a T
Its as shiny as the moon in the dark sky
Its the key to my hurting unhiled heart
Theres this gold key,kind of shaped like a T
Its as shiny as the moon in the dark sky
Its the key to my hurting unhiled heart

Monday, August 25, 2008

MY ALARM CLOCK


MY ALARM CLOCK LOOKS LIKE A SWIRLING BLACK HOLE
IT SMELLS LIKE CHARCOL BURNING ON THE GRILL
IT FEELS LIKE A COLD HARD BLOCK OF ICE
IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE IN A RUSH BLOWING THEIR HURN IN TRAFFIC