Page 1 of 14 Short Story :
Falling through an endless void. Waiting to touch the ground. Ignorance of time. Hopeless and wondering.
Page 2 of 14 A Haiku :
Simple blade of grass
Just dancing effortlessly
And dodging the wind
Page 3 of 14 Short Story :
Living on the moon. Isolated and alone. A planet to myself. But, life is dull. Exploring the same places. The terrain lacks color. I stare down at Earth. Wondering what life is like down there. I marvel at the blue and green tones. As time
Page 4 of 14 passes, the moon moves. I observe more of Earth's surface. I continue longing.
Page 5 of 14 A Poem :
The child is overjoyed with her new balloon
Skipping across the streets
She grins at every person who passes
The sun smiles down at her
Returning to her house
Page 6 of 14 Tying the balloon to the fence
Opening the door
greeted by her father
As time passes, the balloon is forgotten
The string slowly unravels
The fence lets go of the string
The balloon floats towards the sky
Page 7 of 14 slowly
Greeted by the moon
The balloon dances with the clouds
Page 8 of 14 A Haiku :
The wind blows sofly
The tree leaves move with the wind
Applause sound, encore
Page 9 of 14 Short Story :
One of Cynthia's cat is named Joey. He is a slim cat with a white coat. He has large gray spots and on the spots, he has black stripes. Joey also has a light pink nose.
Joey likes to play with string, and lazer
Page 10 of 14 pointers. He recently lost interest in flashlights. When he was interested in flashlights, he chased the light around. Running in circles really fast and chasing it anywhere it went. After I aimed the flashlight and Joey ran after it 30 times, he would
Page 11 of 14 hiss at the light. I laugh and continue to aim the flashlight in circles. After a while he would get tired and lay on his side.
But now, he is uninterested in the flashlight. How? Because he figured out how they work. Now when ever I turn on
Page 12 of 14 the flashlight, he stairs at the flashlight itself, not the light. He understands that the flashlight emits the light.
When ever you try to turn it on, he has no interest in it.
But he still likes to play with string
Page 14 of 14 Rhyme/Short Poem :
Just another day
Wasting your life away
