The warm summer sun of 1856 shone lightly onto my face, through the small holes of air of the imprisoned cage. I am a slave. I remember the days of freedoms. Many many years ago running around in Africa making my own decisions. Until the day the boat came. I was only six then. I try to remember what’s left in my memory of my family. Yet I can’t.
The tightly knotted rope that was around my ankles was digging into my flesh. I had to leave. I could not die in Mississippi. I need to find my family. All I want is to feel love again. Tears rushed down my face. I had to stay strong. I reached down to my legs, trying to soothe the pain. I grabbed for a stone with a sharp pointed edge. I started to cut through the string. The strands started to split. The now split piece of string fell to the copper wired cages floor. I picked it up, I squeezed my arms through the copper and rose the piece of string towards the sky. I still kept hope even though I had nothing.
… But what colour should it be? …
I walked into my favourite shop in the mall. The pet store. All I ever dreamed of was to have my own puppy. But almost every time I start to dream, one question always haunts me, but what colour should it be? So of course, I need to see the options of puppies the shop has. I ran in and turned left and right through the aisles until I found them. There was only two little helpless puppies pressing against the glass. They let out small barks and their piercing eyes almost said: “please take me home”. There was one little black one and one small creamy golden one. I couldn’t just leave one by itself, they were too cute. I had to get them both. So I did.
STAIRS RIVER PINK COOKED NERVOUS
As I stood on the pier, the light of the stars shone through the darkness of the night onto my hot pink dress. Looking up, I wished for a set of stairs to lead me to them. I pressed my weight over one of the pillars as I looked down to the peaceful river as it flowed downstream. I felt helpless and nervous standing alone in the silence but I had to stay to see it… the falling star that would colour the sky red as though it were cooked by the sun.
The stars redecorated my heart. My mind was swimming in the light and the thin relaxing crystal clear river.
Prompt: Why would I do that?
“Bang!” Something broke the silence I reached for my heart it was racing. What had happened? I and my brother home alone. I heard a shriek of pain. My brother walked into my room with blood all over him and bruises. I rushed over to him. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! “He yells in a screaming cry. Why would I do that! I fired back I said while pointing at his face. “I need you now be strong for me” he said softly and pleadingly. He feel to the ground. I reached for his heart and I felt nothing. Gone.
Tears rushed down the face of a stressed and depressed face of beautiful girl. Opening her eyes expecting to see the comforting layers of sheets that covered her from the shivering cold night. Instead see saw the lushes green ferns of a perplexing and breathtaking forest. An object indescribable from the distance. The girl took steps closer to what now seemed to be a mirror. She thought about what this could symbolize. She looked at the mirror with a look of realization. Not because she realized how beautiful she was but because she realized that there was only one person stopping her. Herself.
…so, as I looked over the edge, I saw…
The heat of the blazing red fire approaching, I could feel it. Fuzzy objects was my vision. I was sweating from fear and from heat. As I started to regained vision, I tucked my tail in and started to groom my fur. “THIS IS NO TIME FOR GROOMING!” My mind alerted me. As the fire crept closer, my four legs worked like never before. I was at an edge so, as I looked over the edge, I saw the ocean. If I stood here I would burn to shreds and if I jumped I would face my phobia and possibly drown. I jumped.
however she couldn’t believe what she had done.
The loud speaker mumbled: “In lane 1 Florence Westful “. The name belonged to the girl who stood up quite relaxed from her chair and walked over to the track. Someone nudged her.
“Are you nervous Florence?”
“Puff no!” she replies. In the background people were chuckling. Someone whispered discretely, “Florence has actually turned up, she’s going to embarrass herself like always.”
Florence tried to look like an Olympic athlete doing her stretches and waving to people. By the time she looked up the siren had already gone. Everybody was way ahead. With great speed and desperation she raced to catch up. The sweat was trickling down her face and body. She had no sense of what was happening around her. She suddenly heard the crowd gasp and she looked up to see what was happening however she couldn’t believe what she had done. She had just came first.
This article was about how a team of experts the ABC’s science show Catalyst put two brave families to the test with a fake natural disaster with help from some cameras, special effects, and a team of experts the ABC’s science show Catalyst put two brave families to the test.Keeping a clear head when you’re under stress isn’t easy. Your brains designed to work differently when you feel fear. You stop focusing on details or listening to instructions.The kids are actually doing better than the adults and that might be because they’ve spent more time thinking about cyclones. They’ve done assignments at school so now they can remember what to do. When the family tries to evacuate the kids stop them from making a huge mistake, driving through flood water.Whereas, in Sydney the fire front is approaching and the Matthews are battling small fires started by embers.They’re wearing glasses to make things dark just like the smoke would in real life and in earphones they can hear the roar of the fire. Then there’s an alarm from inside. With their kitchen on fire the family head into the bathroom, again, not a great idea. In here they’re trapped with no way of knowing what’s going on in other parts of the house. Then water floods in.Experts say it’s really important to have a plan and know it well. Everyone in the family should have jobs to do and you should practice them together. That way when fear kicks in and your brain turns to mush your memory and your instincts will guide you in the right direction.I now understand that we all hope that a disaster never affects us, but being prepared and knowing the risks is the best way to stay safe.Do you get paid to be put under this test or do the people have to pay?Has any test gone wrong?
Prompt : Bridge Sprinkled Pink Daffodil Huge
My heart raced as my feet slowly crossed the wooden air bridge. In the distance, there were fields of pink daffodils that complimented the sprinkled colors in the huge horizon. As my foot left the bridge, my sigh broke the silence. As I looked into the distance, the picturesque mountains perplexed me and took my breath away. My exhaustion made me lie down among the flowers that smelt like the most beautiful thing in the world. The smell was indescribable. As this beautiful moment captured my breath, a loud noise destroyed the harmony around me.
This article was about how Cape has a huge drought.Cape Town is a city in South Africa, and for a couple of years now, it’s been struggling with a really bad drought. But in recent months, the situation’s got worse, and a bit of rain isn’t anywhere near enough to help. Water reserves are so low that the whole city is at risk of running out.Authorities predict taps could be turned off by June 4, and they’re calling that “Day Zero”. Here in Australia, water restrictions are something many of us have experienced. People have been allowed just 50 liters a day, since February 1st.As the drought continues, people are asking questions about how it was allowed to get so bad, and what’s going to happen next. In 2014, the city’s water sources were at capacity. But as drought stretched on, water supplies have been stretched to their limits.If ‘Day Zero’ does arrive, many will have to go to collection points guarded by security forces for a daily ration of just 25 liters of water. But in the meantime, the restrictions are making a difference. Pushing back the date of ‘Day Zero”, from April, to May, and now June. Hopefully by then these areas will be recovering.How many years has the drought been going for?When is the estimated time the drought will stop or will it never?I now understand how much distraught this drought gives to the residents living in Cape town.