Showing posts with label Violet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Violet. Show all posts

Thursday, July 18, 2019

The Little Red Box by Violet

   “Ding dong!” I look out the door there is no one nothing then I see someone running with a box I run after it I can't go for much longer ( person 2 point of view) “There never gonna catch up with me.”

   He runs down the halls of his home and goes to the kitchen. He tries to open it, “I'll try later.’’he says.

Night comes as he falls asleep he hears a loud scratching coming from outside his door he opens the door slowly there in front of him lies the box covered in blood and scratches. he left the box in his room, how did this happen he thought he takes the box in not worried about the blood and scratches he is a scientist and he knows how to tell whose blood is who so he does it

It's his blood “holy-“ he gets cut off by a whisper it says”you steal you deal with the consequences…”    

He doesn't know what to do so he returns the box to the person on the way back someone comes up behind him a gun up to his head ‘’POW”and his blood turns BLACK(person 1 point of view)’’w-what was that?’’

She looked outside and saw the box she tried picking it up it was heavy, so she opened it outside this time a monsters pet came out blue with white sparkles she was happy because she was a monster and she was controlling what happened with the box.

My Bird Died of Hypothermia by Violet Mieras

My bird, Cloud died of hypothermia after she took a bath. Cloud was dirty, so I gave her a bath. it was cold in our house that day. Cloud was wet and huddled up in the corner of her cage. I showed my mom and she tried warming her up. It was too late. I messed up, and bad. Right when Cloud started to like me this happened. I was crying so much; I was so sad!

My mom said it was not my fault, but I knew I killed the bird. Parakeets get hypothermia at about 65 degrees Fahrenheit, that’s re cold. How would you like an animal, that was your favorite to die in your arms of hypothermia? It would be sad wouldn’t it? To this day I still think that I killed the little bird.

That little gray fluffy bird I shall still remember through my life she shall always be in my heart and alongside me through my journey in life I will never forget you. If I could tell you this is what I would say.