My Awesome Story That’s Better Than Yours…


I chose the six-word story “Nothing would grow there, ever again” because it gave me creepy and ominous vibes when I read it the first time and I’m in the mood for Halloween. The basic premises of my story starts with a girl named Charollette. She has had a pretty sad and depressing life because many people who she loves have died. This includes her mother and aunt who were hung after being accused of witchcraft, her only child, and her husband. Many of the villagers see Charollette as crazy, not only because of the negative connotation of witchcraft but also because of the fact that she see’s things no one else can. No one else believes her anymore and no longer come to her aid when she calls for help. One day a huge and mysterious fog called the “Black Mass” covers some of the forest surrounding her village and can only be seen by Charollette in the distance. She warns many, but no one believes her. Some villagers still venture into the woods and never return or return, but with a strange illness. More stuff happens after that but I don’t want to give too much away so that’s it. The idea for this story originally came from the movie The Village. In The Village,  many of the community members are afraid to venture into the woods because of supernatural creatures and never leave the community.

At first, Charollette wasn’t going to be seen as crazy and untrustworthy and she was going to have an optimistic personality.  The “Black Mass” also wasn’t going to be visible by anyone at all.  I ended up changing it so that  Charollette would be a very unhappy and quiet character when filling out her interview so that the reader may pity her and respect her choices in the end. That is my short story so get ready to feast your eyes on this amazing masterpiece that will blow your socks off and is probably the equivalent to Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso’s artwork.

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When my mom planned a beach trip to Ocean City Maryland back in August, little did she know a small storm called hurricane Maria was going to be occurring at the same time, but one of the first obstacles my family faced was our car air conditioner breaking. We were about 40 minutes into the trip when suddenly the cool air stopped coming and instead hot air began filtering into the car. The rest of the trip was spent with the windows down, and four hours of wind blowing my hair into my face all while trying to read my AR book. Luckily, the car ride actually went by quickly so it felt like we were at the beach in no time.

Although the effects of the hurricane on the east coast were not catastrophic, it was still cloudy, rainy, and super windy. Arguably though, the worst result of the storm was the humidity. As someone who has dealt with curly hair for the past sixteen years, I have NEVER seen my hair act the way it did on this trip. Yeah, it gets super curly when it’s wet, but I’m pretty sure the thickness and mass of my hair actually grew just for this trip. One of the days the humidity was at one hundred percent and all hell broke loose. Damp? check. Tangly? check. Frizzy? check. All applied, so that was pretty annoying to deal with. My mom was also very paranoid that my brother and I would get swept away by the waves just from standing on the beach so we didn’t swim in the ocean which was pretty reasonable. In the end, the trip was surprisingly relaxing and I went home with a seafood “food baby” which was also very satisfying. My hair even returned to its natural state of “moderately curly” as soon as I got home which made my food baby and I very happy.


On Friday (the day after we returned from vacation) I went on a kayaking trip with the outdoors club and that was a really fun experience.  Not only did I develop washboard abs from kayaking, but I also witnessed Cody Weaver and Ryan joust while in their kayaks, which I didn’t even know was possible.  I also learned that teachers can actually be fun outside of school, because it turns out that Mr. Yates (outdoors club supervisor person) is actually pretty cool.  So that was my fair week.