Once Upon A Hot Day

46. Write about a hot day.
A girl's ice cream slipped and fell onto the pavement. Sizzling, away it melted. People walking around in shorts and tees. Ice and every kind of cold beverage you can imagine crowded hands. Fans blew inside homes. Most of the fortunate people remained in doors, with their air conditioning. I mourned in silence,...plop. Whoa! A tired runner sits down on me, and leans back, glugging water. I turn back to watching. The grass stands straight and still, the leaves on branches are even stiller than the grass. Not a breeze to disturb the branches. Sprinklers run and kids dodge through the showerng sprinkles. I stare, enviously. It doesn't seem fair that the suns rays should beat down directly on me, I can't even move. If you haven't guessed by now I am a park bench.

Sorry, I'm bored! (LOL)

The Thief's Knife

328. Write from the point of view of the knife inside a thief's pocket.

Dark, Dark, Dark.
I can't see anything!
It's warm and a tight-fit.
Oh, shh!
Did you hear that?
Wait, listen.
Distant, shrill...
Ahhhhhhh...
Some thing's screaming!
The screaming is close now.
A hand wraps around my handle.
Suddenly light blinds me.
A flickering street lamp,
A cold, lonely sidewalk,
Harsh, stern buildings.
No one helps this person before me.
She screams again and again,
As the man reaches forth and snatches her purse,
All the while threatening with my blade.
Then, he turns and runs while she cries hysterically.
Darkness again, what more could I expect?
Dark, Dark, Dark.

Strange Story

It all started on August third, two weeks ago. I was walking home from a long day at school and I saw a small package on my doorstep. I hurried up the sidewalk and grabbed the package on my way in. I placed the package on the sofa, then noticed that the message light was flashing. I went over, pressed the button, and a strange robotic voice annouced that the package I had just recieved was of significance and if I could not figure out what significance I would fail. Puzzled, I played the message over and over again until it seemed like one of those annoying songs that gets stuck in your head. It still didn't make any sense, in fact it seemed a bit frightening. Questions buzzed through my head, who was that, what do they want, and should I be scared. I sat near the package, afraid to open it but afraid not to, I was scared stiff. I finally pulled apart the packaging and revealed a shell, like one of those sea shells you see on a beach. I stared, frustrated and annoyed. This must be a prank, I thought, angrily. As the days passed, I recieved more parcels each with another strange, seemingly unrelated objects, like a comic book, a discarded soap box, rubber soles, and postcard. What was the hidden meaning in this, was there one. I frowned as I stared at all the items spread across the table. Suddenly the phone rang, and I jumped a foot. I waited for it to go to voice mail, I was much more cautious these days, and a robotic voice inquired whether I had figured out the importance of the objects. I ignored the voice and continued thinking. Then, it struck, each of these items represented a person I knew. Seeing as the voice was still trying to convince me to pick up the phone and rushed over and grabbed it. "What are you going to do with them?", I demanded. "Ah, you figured it out.", it replied, "I haven't decided yet. Go to the following address..."

Poem...

The Lone Tree

All around me, all was gone,
Lush beauty transformed into an unrecognizable wasteland,
My roots and branches throbbed with longing,
A longing so distinct, it was all I could feel.
I wanted to be removed from this lonely place,
I wanted the forest that once was.
That once was before many trees are cut to the ground and taken away...
So far away.
So far away from hope, love, and family.
Come back to me...
I call, through my leaves, through my roots, and soul.
No one returns the gesture.
I am alone forever and now in this place that I once called home.
They will come back for me before long and perhaps the forest will begin anew.