It was August 21st and I was reading my dreadful summer reading book, Inkheart. Suddenly, a strange book fell out of my bookshelf and onto my head. The book was called Powerless. It was an old summer reading book from last year. I opened it, and it reminded me of how easy summer reading used to be. I decided to read it to Declan, my brother, so he could get an early start on next year's summer reading. I walked over to his room and asked Declan if he wanted me to read Powerless to him. He said yes. As I read the book to Declan, he started staring out into space almost like he was in a trance. I read the first 4 chapters then closed the book. Declan said my reading was really good and he wanted me to read to him tomorrow. The next day Declan …show more content…
Once I got there I found a trail of footprints. And it looked like the Shroud’s. I followed them all the way until it took me to the middle of the woods. I started looking around for the Shroud, but he was nowhere in sight. After an hour of looking I finally heard something. I slowly crept over to the strange noise, but it was only a dog playing in the woods. I went home to take a break. When I got home I sat on the couch and turned on the news. There was a news report of a burglar stealing money from banks in the area I lived in. It started to show the security footage of the burglar stealing from the bank. When I looked closer at the criminal I noticed it was no ordinary burglar, this one was the Shroud. I quickly ran upstairs and searched on the internet all the banks near me that the Shroud had not robbed. Maybe if I get to the bank before the shroud does I can catch him off guard and read him back into the book. I then went upstairs set the book on my counter and went to sleep. The next day I woke up and ran down stairs. My parent were talking to an old man in our family room. The old man looked exactly like the guy that dressed as the Shroud from the book! They looked furiously at me and my Mom called me over. The old man excused himself and left the house. My parents showed me a picture that the old man had given them. It was me in front of the dog in the woods. They said I was trespassing on the man’s property and terrorizing his dog. I tried to explain how I had gone looking for the burglar and how the old man was really the criminal from the bank, but then they just looked even more mad. They sent me up to my room and grounded me for 4 weeks. Now I would never find the shroud. All day I paced my room thinking about the Shroud, my brother, and how to escape my room. There was only one way out, and it was through the window. I looked down and it was too
Peek and couldn't put down the book. I was moved by the strong love he
book I could not have imagined the horrific truths of only a short while ago, in
I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other.
As soon as my parents fall asleep, I sneak out the back door and go to the witch’s house. I broke a window and climbed. The inside of the house smells like something is rotten.I look around at all the strange stuff. Then I noticed a book on an old dusty claw shaped rack. The book I found was about monster stories. I love monsters, so I took it
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
Before that night, I didn’t believe in the paranormal. Now I sure as heck do. I had been chased out of my house after a fight with my step-parents because I wasn’t doing well in school (I had dyslexia), and I had taken shelter in what seemed like a normal house. I realized what I had gotten into after the sun set. The doors were locked without a sign of anyone going near them.
I'd look into that closet and see darkness, then I'd start to see a light starting to form and it went into like a ball shape sort of like a basketball and then I'd see a face in that ball—they call that a ghost globule—I didn't know what it was then. It was the face of an old lady, and she was not looking pleasant—the ball came out into my bedroom and I could hear footsteps and heavy breathing, the room became icy cold, that's a psychic cold—and I'm saying to myself, “There's a logical reason for all of this,” but by that time I was out of the bed and right between my mother and father in their bed.”
At first, she was skeptical. But it turned out that the only people from our project who had taken out books before were my older sisters, and they had returned them, so I was allowed to take out one, me, a sweaty little boy, but just one book, as an experiment. Michener's Tales of the South Pacific was the book that struck me that first summer of reading, opening up a world beyond my tiny world. I was deliriously excited by my adventures in the South Pacific, but when I returned the book two days later, the librarian thought I hadn't read it.
I could not sleep that night because I kept hearing weird noises except for my brother. He was sleeping like a sloth, but these noises they sounded like a whirring outside the window. I woke up that morning and Canaan
I remember vividly, scrolling through the isles and shelves of books looking for my next adventure. I had already read Swiss Family Robinson, and Robinson Crusoe, so I regarded myself as an accelerated reader compared to my classmates, but the task I was about to undertake would prove far more daunting than anything I had attempted thus far. As I walk throughout the isles I see the books getting thicker and thicker. I thought to myself that maybe
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
I looked back to the book and opened to a random page, it came up with the beginning of a chapter called Norse Mythology. Which was funny because I was really interested in Norse mythology, and was thinking about it when I was turning to a random page. To test out my new theory, I closed my eyes and thought about Greek mythology. I decided to focus on the goddess Artemis for some reason, I don’t know why. I opened my eyes to find that the book had turned itself to the page talking about, you guessed it, about Artemis, Goddess of the
01. Nothingness It was through the discipline of meditation that Nothingness maintained equilibrium. Hundreds of eons could trundle by and Nothingness endured with perfected calm. Meditation allowed for an higher consciousness, and such enlightenment made eternal existence tolerable—if not pleasant for Nothingness to endure.
I tore that book apart, diving into character analysis and symbolism, trying to keep up with my usual standards, though the struggle was becoming clearer. Still, I believed that even at my worst, I was still smart enough to pass. To my dismay, my paper that I thought was decent at its worst, received a failing grade. I thought I was done for in that class. My grade point average would be destroyed, and for a while it was brought down greatly.
state of the reader. While reading the novel I was able to reflect on my