ultra cool story i wrote
okay, i dont really want to write anything new, so heres something old i wrote for english. those of u that have dudek ull know what it is:
Here I am, once again, staring down my apple. Oh no, this isn’t the first time he and I have gotten mad at each other. Why, just the other day we had an argument over the strawberry next door. My apple thought that the strawberry grew underground. I said he grew in a tree. Then we finally decided to just ask. Turns out we were both wrong; he grows on a bush. Well, this time my apple thought that he could stare at me longer than I could stare at him. And that's how I came to be staring at my apple. Both of us locked in a battle of will. As I stared, I noticed his glossy sheen. He has leaf green skin that blends gently to red, and then back to green like a sunset. He was sitting on the table in front of me carefully placed on three bumps on his bottom, his stem barely sticking above the ridge line of his spherical globe. He looked smooth, almost like a kind of apple glass. I looked closer and could see myself in the sea of red and green. I continued to study him determined not to look away, when I realized that he didn’t have eyes! I couldn’t believe that my friend the apple would cheat me like this! I picked him up to chucked him out the window. That was the last time that I saw my apple. Who knows where he is now. Perhaps he has found a new home, like the nice peach that lives down the street. Or maybe he's being vigorously pecked at by some savage buzzard. I may never know, but I will never forget my friend the apple.
Here I am, once again, staring down my apple. Oh no, this isn’t the first time he and I have gotten mad at each other. Why, just the other day we had an argument over the strawberry next door. My apple thought that the strawberry grew underground. I said he grew in a tree. Then we finally decided to just ask. Turns out we were both wrong; he grows on a bush. Well, this time my apple thought that he could stare at me longer than I could stare at him. And that's how I came to be staring at my apple. Both of us locked in a battle of will. As I stared, I noticed his glossy sheen. He has leaf green skin that blends gently to red, and then back to green like a sunset. He was sitting on the table in front of me carefully placed on three bumps on his bottom, his stem barely sticking above the ridge line of his spherical globe. He looked smooth, almost like a kind of apple glass. I looked closer and could see myself in the sea of red and green. I continued to study him determined not to look away, when I realized that he didn’t have eyes! I couldn’t believe that my friend the apple would cheat me like this! I picked him up to chucked him out the window. That was the last time that I saw my apple. Who knows where he is now. Perhaps he has found a new home, like the nice peach that lives down the street. Or maybe he's being vigorously pecked at by some savage buzzard. I may never know, but I will never forget my friend the apple.