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The Ride Of My Life…So Far (Revised Version) November 15, 2013

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Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t been posting lately! School is CRAZY! Sadly I haven’t had a lot of time to write, But I am  working on a story with one of my best friends so when we finish that I will have it up and posted! I recently read my story, The Ride of My Life…So far, and decided to change a couple of things. I didn’t make HUGE changes but I think you will notice a difference. I hope you like it and please leave a comment! 


If you ever go tubing, make sure a maniac isn’t driving.  If one is, it won’t end pretty.

I finally had the guts to get on the tube.  I was jumpy and proud to be eight years old and going tubing with the big girls, Bree and Alaina!  That was before I found out I would be squeezed in-between two thirteen year olds.  Although the tube was called Big Mac, he got his name from his huge size and the fact that its almost impossible to flip, there still wasn’t enough room for all three of us.  So Bree and Alaina resorted to sitting on top of me.  My legs were squished more than a pancake.

Just when I was about to back out of this mess, the motor roared to life.  My heart skipped a beat when the boat lurched forward. The driver slowly pulled out of the dock.  I was squeezing the handles so hard that my knuckles turned white.  

My grip slowly loosened as we continued to go a snail like pace.  My hand skimmed over the surface of the water. I leaned over and watch the fish weave their way in between the seaweed. I was actually enjoying myself, but Alaina and Bree felt differently. “BOO! BOO!” they both complained.  So, speed went up, my grip got tighter, and my happiness turned into fear.  The maniac driver was now trying to flip us.  Luckily, we were on Big Mac.  Sharp turns, bumpy waves, some tricks that can’t even be put in words!  I got teary eyed when the iceberg water whipped my delicate face.  I wanted to scream but it would be no use, no one would hear me.  I thought nothing could be worse than this, but I was wrong.   

I saw my nightmare.  My eyes widened, my skin turned pale, and a shiver went down my spine as my eyebrows magnified toward the sky.  A colossal wave!  That wave didn’t even have to stand on his tippy toes to touch the sun.  I whispered a will to myself believing I would die.  Alaina and Bree cried and screamed, exclaiming it was too big but Mr. Maniac ignored them.  As we approached the wave, we grabbed each other’s hands like this was the end.  But really, it was only the beginning.


I was so frightened I was gasping for air.  I had “fright asthma”.  I closed my eyes tighter than the lock on a bank door.  My palms were sweatier than a kid that did the monkey bars a thousand times.  I started to slip.  Three words popped in my head, “YOU CAN’T SWIM!” Even though I was wearing a life jacket, I was still worried!  The wave seemed to be going on forever and ever, like everything was in slow motion.

Just then we came to a halt in the middle of the lake.  The speedboat rocked gently like a baby cradle on the minuscule waves that once were mountainous.  I took deep breaths to cure my “fright asthma”.   Mr. Maniac and his buddies pulled us toward the boat.  He helped Bree and Alaina out of Big Mac, giggling, saying how surprised he was that they did not plunge into the water.  Then he saw me sitting there with black and blue legs, a red face, and blisters on my hands.  He had forgotten about me.  His face said it all.  He apologized profusely.  Although I accepted his apology, I knew I was never going tubing with him in charge of my life again.

The motor started and I almost jumped out of my skin in fear.  We headed for the dock.  When we got there, I gathered up all of my remaining strength to crawl out of the boat and hobble off the dock.  When I saw land, I was in love.  I fell into the sand, made a sand angel, and shouted, “Land, sweet land!”

It took me four years to get me back on a tube.  Yeah, it was that bad.



I’m Back!!!!! August 10, 2012

Filed under: Emily's words,Poetry — emily651 @ 10:53 am

Hey everybody! Sorry I haven’t written in a long time. Its been a crazy summer this year. One of my highlights of this summer was Wesley Woods. Me and my brother Alex went there to stay for a week. It was really weird not being with my family for so long. I had a great time but I was glad to be home. So here’s a little something that I wrote about camp:



Splish splash

The waters so fast


With drama and praise

On all of the days


The food is so yummy

It fills up my tummy


Friends are everywhere

Happiness fills the air 🙂


Well I hope you guys like this.  I’m trying to write more on my blog.  Hopefully I’ll have a new post up soon!  Thanks for reading my blog.



Moon Rose, November 28, 2011

Filed under: Myth — emily651 @ 8:55 pm

Moon Rose

 The wild flower tribe was a rare tribe.  These Indians were mostly boys.  Girls were scarce in this tribe.  Only three girls were born a year, five if they were lucky.  Big parties were held when a girl was born and a flower would be named in her honor.

One year, a baby girl was born and her name was Moon Rose after her flower.  She was a sweet, brave, and strong little girl.  On Moon Rose’s 20th birthday, the big flowers, another tribe, attacked her village.  Everyone was captured.  Only Moon Rose was left.  She abandoned her hiding place and made a deal with their leader, a race acrossDeath Valley where the winner would get the village and the people.

The race was on a cliff, the edge of the cliff.  “3, 2, 1, Go!”  The two were off!  Moon Rose was in the front.  The Chief could not afford to lose.  He shoved Moon Rose off the cliff.  She managed to grab a root but her chest was cut up by the rocks on her fall down.  Moon Rose climbed back into the race.  She ran until she couldn’t feel her legs.  She had won.  Moon Rose smiled as she saw her people released.  Three days later Moon Rose died.  The wild flower tribe threw her flower in the sky where it grew and grew. 

Now everybody can see a Moon Rose on nights when the moon is full.  The constellation reminds the wild flower tribe and the world of the girl who gave her life for her people.  


I’m back! October 26, 2011

Filed under: Fantasy — emily651 @ 3:28 pm
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Sorry I haven’t posted anything in a long time.  I couldn’t get on because I forgot my password.  I am all set now!  This is something I wrote over the summer.  Let me know what you think.

True Friends 

          Once upon a time a girl named Elizabeth Ann Shy moved toPinewood Street. Elizabeth was the shy one in her family.  She had three sisters and two brothers.  Her brothers were brave and daredevils.  They even asked to change their last name to brave or daredevil. Elizabeth of course, didn’t like that idea but she was too apprehensive to tell them that. 

          Elizabethwas starting 5th grade and didn’t have any friends.  She was too reluctant to make any. Elizabeth was lab partners with Kelly.  Kelly was the most ill-tempered, pesky, rotten girl in the entire school.  She put tacks on the teachers chair and stuck her chewed gum everywhere.  She treated other kids horribly and always laughed when they were hurt.

        One day,Elizabeth was on her way to school when a large wind pushed her. Elizabeth had to fight the wind but it was so powerful that she went flying back and her head hit a tree.  She was out cold! 

        Elizabeth woke up fifteen minutes later and realized she was on top of a cloud.  She screamed!  Within seconds, she began to fall through the cloud. Elizabeth fell as fast as lightening.  Luckily, the powerful wind caught her and made her fall slower.  She landed in a thick pile of leaves. Elizabeth was Ok however she broke her arm. 

        Luckily, her babysitter Morgan was outside raking leaves.  Morgan didn’t even realize Elizabeth had fallen into her leaf pile.  Her dog Buster did!  He barked nonstop.  Finally, Morgan noticed and helped Elizabeth.

        Elizabeth wondered about the wind.  It was really weird that day.  She was hoping that whatever she experienced was over.  It was only the beginning!

 Chapter 2   Strange Voices

       Elizabeth didn’t have to go to school for the next three days.  When she finally went back, she noticed that she was the only one without a friend in the whole entire school.  She sat by herself at recess while everyone else went on the monkey bars and swings.  To make things worse, Kelly decided to show Elizabeth who was boss around school. Elizabeth escaped with only a black eye.

        As Elizabeth was walking home from her miserable day at school, the strange wind came again.  This time, it wasn’t as strong.  “Who are you?” Elizabeth screamed.

“A lonely girl wanting a friend,” the voice whispered. 

“Show yourself,”Elizabeth struggled to speak. 

        All of a sudden, the wind formed into the shape of a beautiful girl.  Her hair was as black as the darkest midnight sky.  She had shining blue eyes and a long white dress with flowers the color of spring.  She looked like an angel.  

Chapter 3  Wishes

        Elizabeth and the wind girl became instant friends.  They started walking home and Elizabeth saw a shooting star.  She crossed her fingers and made a wish.  “I wish that I didn’t have a black eye and broken arm anymore!”

“Um, uh,Elizabeth, there is something I need to tell you.  I am just like a genie and can grant three wishes to anyone.  There are a couple of rules though.  You can not wish for more wishes and the rest are not really important.”

“Wait a minute.  Genies always make something bad happen.  If someone wishes to be as strong as an elephant, they end up turning into an elephant.” Elizabeth explained. 

“I don’t do that!” Charlotte, the wind girl, said.  And with a wink of her eye, music started playing as her black eye disappeared along with her broken arm.

“Sweet,” Elizabeth shouted.

Spying on the two friends from a distance was Kelly.  She knew that if she had Charlotte for herself, she could be the most powerful girl on the planet.  An evil plan started in her mind. 

 Chapter 4  The evil plan

 The following day,Elizabethwent to school as usual. Charlotte stayed home alone waiting for her BFF.  All of a sudden,Charlotte heard a terrible scream.  She flew as fast as she could to where she had heard the scream.  She went into a room where it was as black as coal. Charlotte heard the door close behind her.  The light flickered. Charlotte saw the face of Elizabeth’s worst nightmare, Kelly.  A mischievous grin grew across Kelly’s face. 

“I’ve got you now,” Kelly shouted.  “For my first wish, I wish to be the richest person in the universe!” 

Charlotte thought to herself as the music began to play, “what a greedy, stubborn, awful child she is.”

Elizabeth heard the familiar music from school and knew something bad had just happened. 

 She bolted out of her class and followed the music.  She ended up in front of Kelly’s revolting house.  The door creaked open.  The house looked abandoned and haunted at the same time.  The floor squeaked as Elizabeth walked up the stairs cautiously, hoping they would not break. 

There were twelve rooms up there but only one of the rooms belonged to Kelly.  Luckily, the music was still guiding her. Elizabeth tried to open the door and found it locked.  She went to the room right next it.  This one wasn’t locked.  She slipped in and opened a window.  She jumped out of it and right onto the roof.  She walked softly across the roof to Kelly’s window. Elizabeth found Kelly making her second wish.  “My second wish is to be the ruler of this planet.” 

Before Charlotte granted the wish and Elizabeth heard the music, Elizabeth grabbed Charlotte’s hand and pulled her out of the window.  They landed safely on the ground and began sprinting home.  Kelly was left alone in the dark room wondering what had just happened.  

“Charlotte,” Elizabeth demanded, “I wish that Kelly was nice and had friends.”  Music started playing immediately. 

 Chapter 5  Freedom

           The next foggy morning Elizabeth saw Kelly actually enjoying herself.  She saw that everyone was happy.  She then thought of Charlotte.  “Charlotte is under other people’s control as long as she is granting wishes.  She doesn’t have the freedom to do what she wants.”

          When Elizabeth got home, the first thing she did was say, “Charlotte, I would like to make my final wish.” 

Charlotte looked relieved to have this wishing thing over with.  She thought the final wish might be a greedy wish as that is what most people would do.

Elizabethwas not like most people.  “Charlotte, you are free now.  You do not have to grant wishes anymore.  I just want you to be my friend and not my wish maker. 

Music played for the last time.  A huge wind flew by.  Charlotte was no longer a wind girl.  She now was a regular girl and Elizabeth’s best friend.


Waves May 2, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — emily651 @ 5:54 pm
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Poetry is like a wave that carries you to strange places
A wave that goes where ever it wants
You can’t control a wave once it is in motion
You never know what the wave will do next
It expresses itself in ways we can’t always understand
A wave is a mystery, just like a poem


Clouds May be More Than You Think April 26, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — emily651 @ 6:18 pm

Is a cloud made of cotton balls and cotton candy?

Is a cloud’s tears the rain that showers my face?

Is a cloud’s breath the wind that weaves through my hair?

Is a cloud the friend I lost many years ago?


The Big One! April 13, 2011

Filed under: Personal Narrative — emily651 @ 5:09 pm
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I went camping over the weekend and had a blast!  I went fishing with my brothers.  This is just a little something I wrote about one of the fish that I caught!!!

“No, no don’t put me on that hook.  I’m too young to die!  I’ll do anything, just don’t put me on that hook!”  It was too late.  I already stabbed that squirmy little worm on my hook for fish bait.  A shiver of excitement went down my spine as I casted my line into the great big puddle (a.k.a. lake)  I waited there.  My bobber was being rocked back and forth  with the waves like a little baby in a cradle.  I waited there starting to get a little impatient.  As fast as lightening, my bobber went down at least two feet.  I had a bite!  “Oh, oh, oh, oh boy it’s a big one!”  I screamed as I yanked my fishing pole from one side then to the other trying to reel in this big boy.  “I got it!”  Everything was quiet for a moment but then, the silence broke into laughter.  My so called “big boy” was not bigger than a sardine.