I went to Seattle. Stayed in a hotel, which has really REALLY slow Internet Access, but it still has Internet Access, so whatevs. Seattle is quite fun, if you just want a short relaxing vacation - it's peaceful, cheery (except for the disastrous weather we are currently expierencing), and best of all, it's not that far away! This time, however, we didn't come for the sights (we've already done that - so awesome), we came for the shopping. I used to hate shopping - now, I don't really mind it. I like it, in fact. I guess that's just part of growing up and becoming a teenager. Seattle is a great, short vacation for your next holiday, in my opinion!
If you do come here for the sights, however, you should totally check out the Seattle zoo. I had the time of my life there! All the animals are so interesting, and so cute, unless they're simply ferocious. But lions are cute, too. Anyway, another place you should see is the Space Needle. You go up thousands of feet seconds at a time, and the view is magnificent. Note for shopping - the best shops aren't exactly in Seattle, their more to the Northern Part. Closer to the border.
Thanks for reading!
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Sunday, 11 March 2012
BOOM! CRACK!
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a series of short stories, but then I started getting really busy, and I couldn't really think of anything. But I most likely will keep updating it! So, yeah, enjoy!
BOOM! CRACK! Lightning slammed and rattled ferociously against the shabby, curtain - drawn windows. The noise petrified Thalia, making her feel like she was watching a little girl's eyeballs being torn out of their hollow sockets. Not the sad part - the scary part. Thalia sank under her torn, burnt blankets, longing to have proper warmth like the kids who lived in the high apartments. It was lucky her mother could even afford one, no matter how shabby, how dirty, how cobweb - filled it was. Thalia started to think more about her mother, out on the streets, begging for money, even though it was the middle of the night, the middle of a storm, the middle of hopelessness. She thought about her father . . .
Thalia glanced upward. Salty tears started to stream down her blushed cheeks. "Daddy, I love you. I love you." Her hands flew to her neck - the last time she had seen her father, alive, smiling even though he was about to accept his gruesome, terrible fate, smiling even though they were about to be separated. The last thing her father had given her was this necklace. It could cost them two dinner parties with exotic, tropical fruits, but she and her mother could never let it go.
The twelve - year - old now saw her mother below and to the right, begging for money on the streets. A rugged group of people walking by started to grow so annoyed of my mothers begging one of them dropped a round, circular object and said, "Fine. Take it." Thalia's mother smiled and ate it.
Or, Thalia reflected much later, should I say, "popped the pill."
Abruptly, her mother started hacking viciously. She fell to her knees and continued coughing with such force, a wave of nausea stuck over her and, Thalia could see, nothing stayed inside her. Finally, her mother's weak body gave up, and she fell to the ground, moaning.
BOOM! CRACK! Lightning slammed and rattled ferociously against the shabby, curtain - drawn windows. The noise petrified Thalia, making her feel like she was watching a little girl's eyeballs being torn out of their hollow sockets. Not the sad part - the scary part. Thalia sank under her torn, burnt blankets, longing to have proper warmth like the kids who lived in the high apartments. It was lucky her mother could even afford one, no matter how shabby, how dirty, how cobweb - filled it was. Thalia started to think more about her mother, out on the streets, begging for money, even though it was the middle of the night, the middle of a storm, the middle of hopelessness. She thought about her father . . .
Thalia glanced upward. Salty tears started to stream down her blushed cheeks. "Daddy, I love you. I love you." Her hands flew to her neck - the last time she had seen her father, alive, smiling even though he was about to accept his gruesome, terrible fate, smiling even though they were about to be separated. The last thing her father had given her was this necklace. It could cost them two dinner parties with exotic, tropical fruits, but she and her mother could never let it go.
The twelve - year - old now saw her mother below and to the right, begging for money on the streets. A rugged group of people walking by started to grow so annoyed of my mothers begging one of them dropped a round, circular object and said, "Fine. Take it." Thalia's mother smiled and ate it.
Or, Thalia reflected much later, should I say, "popped the pill."
Abruptly, her mother started hacking viciously. She fell to her knees and continued coughing with such force, a wave of nausea stuck over her and, Thalia could see, nothing stayed inside her. Finally, her mother's weak body gave up, and she fell to the ground, moaning.
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