Prologue She sits among the dandelions, smiling up at the sun. It’s an amaxing day. The birds are singing, the puffy clouds floating along, and nothing to do but sit like a princess in the grass. It feels like she could be in a movie. The perfect day, the not-so-photoshopped girl (the only thing that the movie wouldn't do), and nothing but time. And to be honest, she feels like a princess. That never happens. It’s always too short, too ugly, or something else. It was rare that she feels like this. She picks up a white dandelion and blows on it. No wish this time. She could afford to waste one wish. After all, there were thousands of other ones to wish on instead. She pops of the bare top, and splits the empty stem down the middle with her purple …show more content…
Ouch. I grab a dandelion cautiously, and hold the stem between my thumb and forefinger. Did I dare do it. It seemed silly. But, well the thousands upon hundreds of dandelions were pretty unexplainable. “I wish for a new dress!” And suddenly, the seeds of the dandelion lifted off the center and formed a whirling white tunnel around me. My sweats and tee disappeared, and was replaced with a frilly pink dress as the seeds fell back to the ground. I don't like pink. I pressed my pointer finger to my lip picked up another dandelion. “I wish for a spring, short white dress with a sweetheart neckline and a little lace at the hem” And the cloud of white spun around me, and gave a me a dress just like I had asked, but three times better. I reached up to fix my hair, but I found the unnecessary. Though I had no mirror, I found my hair perfect. It was in a French braid down the back off the head, and wisps of hair fell at the sides of my head perfectly. I walked slowly back to the house. Wait! What happened to my sweats and shirt then? I climbed the steps to my room. I opened my drawer, and found the puffy I had been previously wearing folded perfectly.
The dress was adorned with ruffles all the way around the top of the sweet-heart neckline and sleeves, and also all along the bottom. The garment also had multiple layers. One layer was of a lavender color. There was also a layer on top of that, which was made of a more sheer-material and had stripes of off-white and lavender. This second layer was subtle enough to add shiny detail, without taking away from the beautiful purple color. The dress also had a sash of the second layer’s same material, around the waist. My garment was rich in
I don’t remember much about what happened after that, but by the green grass stains on my white dress, I’m guessing I passed out.
in one instant, and then the clouds were below me-a white light that I could
It was a dark stormy night John and I were talking about improvements that could be made on the house. We were very poor we had the most ramshackled house in our town. John thought that we should work on adding on to the house but that would get rid of my Marigolds. Just thinking of that takes me back to the day I planted those beautiful plants. It was a warm sunny day that day. Oh I remember that day like it was yesterday. The Marigolds were the only beautiful thing in the whole entire town and they belonged to me. That day was probably one of the very few happy days of my life. It all began when a package arrived on my doorstep no address where it came from nothing. It kind of surprised me that someone was this generous in this small disgusting town. In the package seeds and a note appeared. The note read “ A little something to spice up that tasteless town of yours” and the seeds were Marigolds. Also on the note instructed proper care and instructions on how to care and plant the seeds.
...ys to me is that she doesn’t even consider marrying Paris for a second because she knows it isn’t right. The fact that she can be strong while she has to stand alone to do the right thing which is an amazing example of a positive human spirit.
Before she dies, Ophelia makes garlands of flowers, like a child would. "Fantastic garlands did she make/ Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples" (4.7.169-170). During this time, she is reflecting on her childhood, her innocence, and the way life was when everything surrounding her was good and u...
They can’t be gone. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, I swarmed my arms around, clearing the bunches of marigolds enveloped by a sheath of leaves. The smell of the damp, damp earth, prevalent. Underneath the leaves a colony of critters crawl up my arms, violating every sense of personal boundaries I’ve ever had, just like a tree and their static nature, bound by the changes in their environment, forced to adapt.
Sometimes the grasshoppers would appear from around a blade of grass as if they were asking for approval to jump on my blanket. Every so often a leaf would jump off its branch to greet me as I sat. It would float through the air as light as feather and land softly on the grass. As the autumn drew near, it was like a rainstorm of brown, yellow and red leaves, all falling to make way for the beautiful spring leaves.
I can't remember the day my hair and I parted ways. We used to get along when we were young! Displayed in the ponytail fountain on top of my head, she was quite cooperative....
passed by me, the whirlwind scooped up a dormant pile of leaves lying next to
was a slight breeze in the air. I stepped out of my moms red shiny CRX as she
is perfect, but she has no idea what is going on in the world outside.
Throughout the years, people have been debating as to whether or not cheerleaders, equestrians, and many other groups are true athletes in a recognized sport. Nowadays, people would not dare to tell a cheerleader that what they do is not a sport. As technology has become a larger part of people’s daily lives, a new group has been brought into question and highly debated over. Professional gaming is starting to become a real, prosperous part of society, yet many people still feel as though esports athletes are lazy and 40 year old losers living with their parents. Too many people are stuck on the fact that gamers sit at a computer for a large portion of their day.
I wandered around the path near the lake because it was always peaceful and quiet there in the morning and the trees that hung over the wide walkway only drew me in more. The cool wind blew continuously, and some of the leaves that barely hung on to the branches were pulled along with it. They floated while dropping slowly, and one of the leaves chose my head as a landing spot. I brushed my hair with my hand, not caring if doing so messes up my hair, since the wind already accomplished that job the second I took a step outside my house.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.