Post by detectiveunknown on Jul 13, 2005 19:23:28 GMT -5
Im, not finished with it, I expect to do more. I do something for it with my forum if it gets more active. Thanks Enchant for the title
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Sleeping Turbulence
Shaking with fear, I ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water. This was the third time I had a terrible nightmare this week.
These nightmares aren’t like normal nightmares. They just feel so real, like I’m right there in the grasp of a terrorist, or running from something or someone.
Drinking the water slowly, I went back upstairs into my bedroom. Now, I’ll never go back to sleep. Maybe some music will help; I grabbed my Ipod and listened to it until I went back into my sleepy state.
When I woke my little brother, Zack was staring directly at me. I pushed him off onto the floor. Zack was always a brat, bothering me all the time, embarrassing me when I’m with my friends.
“Ha Sheen” he teased. “You wet your bed, you big baby.”
“Huh? I did not wet my bed!”
“Yes you did, your shirt is all wet.”
It seems like I was sweating a lot last night after my nightmare, I hope they stop.
I took a nice, refreshing shower, put on a pair of clean clothes and headed out the door to see my friend Mike. Today, we are going to the Stine amusement park, to go on the rides and have some fun.
Mike’s house was just up the hill and around the corner from my house. It’s pretty tiring going up that hill since you really have to use force to go up there. But the hill was fun when we were racing down the hill on our bikes.
I walked up to his door, and was about to ring the doorbell when a car honked in the garage.
“We’re in here!” Mike shouted from his Dad’s car. It seems like he was ready to go a long time ago.
Mike was a skinny guy, and loved to have fun all the time. He eats a lot but it appears that he doesn’t.
Mike got out of the car and rushed me inside.
“Come on, you can’t be slow. We have to go before all the lines fill up.”
“Ok, then Mr. Berg let’s go, and step on it!”
“No need to be in a hurry kids,” Mr. Berg replied. “That’s how accidents happen”
“Dad, can we just go now?” Mike whined.
“Yes, yes we’re going.”
We headed out of the garage onto the road. The trip was going to take about an hour, and I had nothing to entertain me. Inside the car was hot and Mr. Berg’s air conditioner in his car wasn’t working. And it was too hot to talk. So we just stared out of the window watching cars, people, or other objects that we passed.
It was relieving when we finally saw the park signs on the road. Mr. Berg looked for a parking spot and parked the car. We immediately jumped out of the car, and started walking.
We saw the Feris wheel, and a couple of roller coasters. This made Mike hyper. He started blabbing about going on all the roller coasters. But I knew he wasn’t. There’s a coaster called Heaven’s Fall, higher than the Ferris wheel that goes real fast and will most likely make you sick. Most of the people I saw just threw up after they rode it. Well, I’m not going on it, I hate throwing up.
Mike pushed me out of the way, and ran straight into the shortest line. After a few minutes Mr. Berg joined us. Mike was already jumping and spinning around hitting mostly everyone around him. We reached the front of the line, got our tickets quick and easy, and headed to the entrance Stine Amusement Park.
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Sleeping Turbulence
Shaking with fear, I ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water. This was the third time I had a terrible nightmare this week.
These nightmares aren’t like normal nightmares. They just feel so real, like I’m right there in the grasp of a terrorist, or running from something or someone.
Drinking the water slowly, I went back upstairs into my bedroom. Now, I’ll never go back to sleep. Maybe some music will help; I grabbed my Ipod and listened to it until I went back into my sleepy state.
When I woke my little brother, Zack was staring directly at me. I pushed him off onto the floor. Zack was always a brat, bothering me all the time, embarrassing me when I’m with my friends.
“Ha Sheen” he teased. “You wet your bed, you big baby.”
“Huh? I did not wet my bed!”
“Yes you did, your shirt is all wet.”
It seems like I was sweating a lot last night after my nightmare, I hope they stop.
I took a nice, refreshing shower, put on a pair of clean clothes and headed out the door to see my friend Mike. Today, we are going to the Stine amusement park, to go on the rides and have some fun.
Mike’s house was just up the hill and around the corner from my house. It’s pretty tiring going up that hill since you really have to use force to go up there. But the hill was fun when we were racing down the hill on our bikes.
I walked up to his door, and was about to ring the doorbell when a car honked in the garage.
“We’re in here!” Mike shouted from his Dad’s car. It seems like he was ready to go a long time ago.
Mike was a skinny guy, and loved to have fun all the time. He eats a lot but it appears that he doesn’t.
Mike got out of the car and rushed me inside.
“Come on, you can’t be slow. We have to go before all the lines fill up.”
“Ok, then Mr. Berg let’s go, and step on it!”
“No need to be in a hurry kids,” Mr. Berg replied. “That’s how accidents happen”
“Dad, can we just go now?” Mike whined.
“Yes, yes we’re going.”
We headed out of the garage onto the road. The trip was going to take about an hour, and I had nothing to entertain me. Inside the car was hot and Mr. Berg’s air conditioner in his car wasn’t working. And it was too hot to talk. So we just stared out of the window watching cars, people, or other objects that we passed.
It was relieving when we finally saw the park signs on the road. Mr. Berg looked for a parking spot and parked the car. We immediately jumped out of the car, and started walking.
We saw the Feris wheel, and a couple of roller coasters. This made Mike hyper. He started blabbing about going on all the roller coasters. But I knew he wasn’t. There’s a coaster called Heaven’s Fall, higher than the Ferris wheel that goes real fast and will most likely make you sick. Most of the people I saw just threw up after they rode it. Well, I’m not going on it, I hate throwing up.
Mike pushed me out of the way, and ran straight into the shortest line. After a few minutes Mr. Berg joined us. Mike was already jumping and spinning around hitting mostly everyone around him. We reached the front of the line, got our tickets quick and easy, and headed to the entrance Stine Amusement Park.