Post by TBP on Jul 4, 2009 15:11:16 GMT -5
Some thing i wrote in my sfl class (sfl=support for learning) so it's not the best :/ oh well
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Mist
Maxine stared through the mist. The chill of the night's breeze sent shivers through her body. She moved around, but didn't go far; the fog that swallowed the area was too thick. She breathed in the fresh, cool air. The night was fine despite the weather. She settled herself down on the moist grass, waiting for the fog to clear itself up. Grey clouds began to loom above her. A downpour was imminent. It started to spit; then it got heavier, and heavier, and soon the whole area had been disturbed by the raindrops falling from the heavens down upon it all. Maxine, in her thin floral-patterned dress, was soaked though to the bone, the water from her hair trickling down her face. Her makeup was no longer; her pale skin glimmered. her eyes did not need makeup - they were as dark as the night's sky itself, and they shone like the stars in the sky, though they were all hidden away this night. Her earthy-brown hair fell loose upon her shoulders. She stared up into the night's sky. The raindrops pattered against her angelic face. It felt, to her, that there was something - or someone - up there, staring back down at her.
A cold wind blew against Maxine, and she shivered violently. Why did she prefer to do this, instead of, perhaps, being snuggled up in her room, toasty warm, with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand? She herself was unsure. Though the feeling of being outside, surrounded by nature was fantastic. It soon dawned on her, though, that the night grew longer and her bed emptier. She hadn't a clue of what the time was; knowing just ruined the experience: constant thoughts, "Oh, I shall have to go soon!" Always checking the watch strapped upon your wrist, instead of enjoying everything that was happening around you. But she knew she had to rest her eyes sometime. It was a school night; but how could she focus on anything after such a beautiful experience, was puzzling.
She picked herself up off the ground, and stumbled her way back to her home. It seemed like a long time to reach it... she wasn't sure if it was or not. Her mind was dazed from the encounter she had just had. She pushed at the back door, only to discover it was locked. She had no pockets in her dress. The rain still poured down, but now, in the distance, she could hear the beginnings of thunder starting. She saw a flash; a lightning bolt streamed though the sky. She shook in fright. Her parents did not know she did such things at night; they were out, in different places most evenings, so Maxine was left alone... to do what she pleased...
More lightning bolts struck the sky, followed by booms of thunder. She could only hope the storm did not rage nearer. She had no idea why the door had become locked; she was sure it had been left unlocked. She pushed against it... and again... and again... She fell to the ground from pure exhaustion. She curled herself up into a ball, shivering, and pushed herself up against the door. Tired, and cold, she realised something else: she was famished. She had not eaten since the late afternoon. Her parents had left her to make her own dinner; she had not bothered. The constant feedings of chicken nuggets and chips put her off eating. But now, she was craving for even the unhealthiest things to eat. A final lightning bolt hit the sky; and Maxine fell into a deep sleep.
The morning had arrived, the sun breaking out from the clouds finally. A soaking wet, freezing girl lay at the doorstep. She was barely recognized by her parents, who had just arrived home. Her hair was in knots and tangles; her hands were blistered; her skin was pure white; her eyes had dulled; her dress was torn and soaked. She was carried inside my her father, who dried her off and changed her clothes for her. She was taken upstairs to her bedroom, and layed down on her bed. She was tucked in and left to rest more, and warm up. There would be no school for her today, that was for sure.
About an hour later, Maxine prised open her eyes, to see her normal bedroom walls surrounding her. But she was still too tired to think; and she drifted off to sleep again.
Two days later, she had fully recovered from the experience. It was night-time... her parents were out of the house... and she missed the chilling, fresh air. She trod carefully down the stairs, and pulled open the door in a fast, swift movement. She stepped outside, and shut the door behind her...
Maxine had a television in her room, which she often watched when bored. She had left it on this evening, which was very unlike her. A news station buzzed on.
"That was today's news... and now for the weather, with Sandra Johnson!"
"It's going to be very cold through most of Scotland this evening, especially for the north-east, with a storm rolling in very shortly..."
"I may as well warn you to stay indoors... it may be for the best..."
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Mist
Maxine stared through the mist. The chill of the night's breeze sent shivers through her body. She moved around, but didn't go far; the fog that swallowed the area was too thick. She breathed in the fresh, cool air. The night was fine despite the weather. She settled herself down on the moist grass, waiting for the fog to clear itself up. Grey clouds began to loom above her. A downpour was imminent. It started to spit; then it got heavier, and heavier, and soon the whole area had been disturbed by the raindrops falling from the heavens down upon it all. Maxine, in her thin floral-patterned dress, was soaked though to the bone, the water from her hair trickling down her face. Her makeup was no longer; her pale skin glimmered. her eyes did not need makeup - they were as dark as the night's sky itself, and they shone like the stars in the sky, though they were all hidden away this night. Her earthy-brown hair fell loose upon her shoulders. She stared up into the night's sky. The raindrops pattered against her angelic face. It felt, to her, that there was something - or someone - up there, staring back down at her.
A cold wind blew against Maxine, and she shivered violently. Why did she prefer to do this, instead of, perhaps, being snuggled up in her room, toasty warm, with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand? She herself was unsure. Though the feeling of being outside, surrounded by nature was fantastic. It soon dawned on her, though, that the night grew longer and her bed emptier. She hadn't a clue of what the time was; knowing just ruined the experience: constant thoughts, "Oh, I shall have to go soon!" Always checking the watch strapped upon your wrist, instead of enjoying everything that was happening around you. But she knew she had to rest her eyes sometime. It was a school night; but how could she focus on anything after such a beautiful experience, was puzzling.
She picked herself up off the ground, and stumbled her way back to her home. It seemed like a long time to reach it... she wasn't sure if it was or not. Her mind was dazed from the encounter she had just had. She pushed at the back door, only to discover it was locked. She had no pockets in her dress. The rain still poured down, but now, in the distance, she could hear the beginnings of thunder starting. She saw a flash; a lightning bolt streamed though the sky. She shook in fright. Her parents did not know she did such things at night; they were out, in different places most evenings, so Maxine was left alone... to do what she pleased...
More lightning bolts struck the sky, followed by booms of thunder. She could only hope the storm did not rage nearer. She had no idea why the door had become locked; she was sure it had been left unlocked. She pushed against it... and again... and again... She fell to the ground from pure exhaustion. She curled herself up into a ball, shivering, and pushed herself up against the door. Tired, and cold, she realised something else: she was famished. She had not eaten since the late afternoon. Her parents had left her to make her own dinner; she had not bothered. The constant feedings of chicken nuggets and chips put her off eating. But now, she was craving for even the unhealthiest things to eat. A final lightning bolt hit the sky; and Maxine fell into a deep sleep.
The morning had arrived, the sun breaking out from the clouds finally. A soaking wet, freezing girl lay at the doorstep. She was barely recognized by her parents, who had just arrived home. Her hair was in knots and tangles; her hands were blistered; her skin was pure white; her eyes had dulled; her dress was torn and soaked. She was carried inside my her father, who dried her off and changed her clothes for her. She was taken upstairs to her bedroom, and layed down on her bed. She was tucked in and left to rest more, and warm up. There would be no school for her today, that was for sure.
About an hour later, Maxine prised open her eyes, to see her normal bedroom walls surrounding her. But she was still too tired to think; and she drifted off to sleep again.
Two days later, she had fully recovered from the experience. It was night-time... her parents were out of the house... and she missed the chilling, fresh air. She trod carefully down the stairs, and pulled open the door in a fast, swift movement. She stepped outside, and shut the door behind her...
Maxine had a television in her room, which she often watched when bored. She had left it on this evening, which was very unlike her. A news station buzzed on.
"That was today's news... and now for the weather, with Sandra Johnson!"
"It's going to be very cold through most of Scotland this evening, especially for the north-east, with a storm rolling in very shortly..."
"I may as well warn you to stay indoors... it may be for the best..."