Mahima V.
Sally
Mahima V.
Nora heard a bell tolling. Of course, it was the train. The train usually came at 8:30 PM, inbound. Unusually, she saw a train coming at 8:30 PM, outbound. Very well, she didn’t care a bit to see the train number. She casually got on it and noticed that the train was empty. As she took a seat near the driver, she admired the raspberry stains on the wall, which were like blood.
The speakers hollered suddenly like an eagle, “Attention C32 the track up ahead is broken. Again the track ahead of you is broken, so stop wherever you are.”
Nora just noticed the train number,which was C32, and shrieked to death. The driver seemed to ignore her,and the train just sped up. She stared at the driver who had a name badge without any name, crooked teeth and was drooling blood. Now she realized that the raspberry-like stains were blood. Her eyes turned red, pluged off the running train, and bolted to the nearest parking lot. Nora climbed to the roof and zoomed into the cemetery. She read a tombstone out loud “Sally Novak, died on April 3rd.” She stood on the ledge, screaming “Sally I am with you” and jumped off.
That Three Year-old!
Mahima V.
It was a sunny day, and I was with my dad in the mall’s play area. My dad thought of me as a gullible,a kid with mental issues,with a lack of knowledge. Well, most people think that 3 year old’s lack knowledge and are gullible, but I proved my dad wrong that day.
I was sitting on a ladybug saying, “Don’t you fly away with me, because I will miss my daddy.” Silly me, talking to a big statue and petting it like my own dog. Me, like a little stick, squealed when a 5 year-old robbed my sock. Dun.. Dun.. Dun..
My father was carefully observing this situation and saw what I did. I ran around the play area like a chicken with it’s head off, fighting for my sock. I caught that boy with my bare hands, and ……
He got a little bruise, not that bad, no blood. I squealed in victory of winning my battle for the sock. From that day onwards, I fought for justice and gained my father’s trust, and injustice never happened in my presence.
Why Am I Late for Work Today
Mahima V.
Hola, Boss! Well, you know that I am always late for work,but today I have a legitimate excuse. First of all I woke up in the morning and was making tea,from the box of powder that said ‘Green Tea’. I took 3 tablespoons of powder for 1 cup of water. Huh? I should have added more powder. Drinking my overly bitter tea, I peeked into the tub. My dog was in the tub with my lavender soap in her mouth. Very well, I changed into my clothes, packed my stuff, and headed down to the train station. I forgot something which was um…called breakfast! You see you can’t start a day without a good breakfast. I started to walk to our cafeteria to get some pancakes, and asked a guy um… a women named uh… Glitters! She poured the syrup but forgot a maple. We fought for an hour, but no worries, the cafeteria was just on fire. The firemen extinguished the fire for an hour. I really tried to get as fast as I could to the 10th floor, but I suddenly felt a tingly feeling behind my head. Aaaaaaah! I screamed looking at the spider on my shoulder. I ran to my cabinet and turned the fan on, PFEW! That was a battle. Mr. Cardigan, I sincerely apologize for being late, so please excuse me. I have to get to work before the building closes in a hour.
Summer!
Mahima V.
Summer is the time
When you start the
BBQ grill and
Begin the thrills
The fire springs into
Life and toasts your feet
As you roast the treat
Summer is the time
When you drench
Yourself in the pool
And have brunch
With your friends
Summer is the time
When you sell
Lemonade and brownies
And get paid to go
To Downey’s
Summer is the time
When the days are longer
And the nights are shorter
Where you can be a jogger
Or linger around and totter
Summer Summer Summer!
If you miss this now
It’s a Bummer, Bummer, Bummer!