Snow fell softly, and it was 4 days before Christmas. I was sitting in the kitchen on a cold wooden chair. my sister on the ground petting the cat. My mom walked in and started to weep.
The funeral came right after Christmas. The church smelled of candles, and there was no sound except and echoing sob here and there. I could feel the tears. Wet and salty slipping out of my eyes. Making a river down my face.
Then there was The Rose. It was a simple white rose. With soft petals and a sharp stem. I still keep the petals now. The petals shriveled and brown. Kept in a small black box,with jewel encrusted sides.
Every year near Christmas time I think of him. I know that he may not be here now, but he will remain in the hearts if the ones he loved. I will always remember him, and he will never be forgotten. _________________
Space Mountain A never ending hill of terror The roller coaster The raging monster
I was nervous My dad went on My brother went too My mom didn't go And I didn't want to
Last minute I went with them My mind was blank with fear Sweat formed as I lowered myself Into the cold, plastic chair
The count down 3... 2... 1... 0... We flew down the track I almost couldn't breath The harsh wind kept me from opening my eyes
I laughed I liked the speed The darkness closed in on me But joy still overwhelmed me The best ride at the park
Space Mountain In Disney World A roller coaster A raging monster A ride to remember _________________ I hear the echoing of my mom, Sobbing in pain, Seeps into my ear, Tissues resting on the table, Next to her, She's sitting next to the ghost of my grandma. _________________ Turquoise, clear Below me With one push I leave the safe ladder and into the unknown.
From fresh air, to salt trying to escape into my lungs.
Millions of workers with tails and fins. Colors of that have come down from heaven. Under and in here, Turquoise, clear. ________________ The scent of colors amaze me. The fresh tang of yellow, The bright green meadow smelling of lemon grass. Sweet cherry red and iceberg blue, Cold and refreshing freezing your senses. The moody aroma of purple flowers, And sickly sweet pink. The color of a little girls outfit and The smell of her energy and laughter. The depth of grey with its swirling darks and lights Colors smell of emotion and personality. ________________ I was young and didn't know what was happening, all I knew was I got to wear my new red tie with firetrucks on it. I sat on a wooden bench with my mom, this room was divided into rows of benches and the walls were lined with beautiful colorful windows. I look around and see people crying and I can hear there sobs. I peak over the shoulder of the person infront of me. I see my grandfather sleeping in a black box surrounded by flowers, in the center of this large room.
I, Pontius Pilate know that Jesus is not the Messiah. All of those 'miracles' he performed were fakes! That man was lame all that time, Jesus used a poor lowly man for his whole life. Jesus made him pretend he was lame so he could beg for money and give it to Him. Don't you people realize that Jesus is asking for us to change our society that we've lived with forever?! If you are asking for change in this community, then you shouldn't be here in the first place. Jesus must be executed because we cannot trust him. You barely even know the man, all those miracles were just performed to gain your trust, and then stab you in the back at the very last second! We cannot let this man rule our people. He will bring bad luck and bad things to us. If he gains any more power and followers, he will over rule, so we must eliminate his competition. Jesus would ALWAYS let us undo our sins, and mistakes. That means that our world would be full of mistakes and people would get away with it! Mistakes ruin our society, and if you make this mistake of choosing Jesus as our Messiah, it will ruin your whole life.
Sincerely,
Pontius Pilate.
Dear Greek Citizen,
My name is Paul of Tarsus, I am a believer. A believer in Jesus,
therefore a believer in love, mercy, hope, joy, and god. I did not
always believe this way, once, I persecuted and killed people because
they followed Jesus. If you would be so kind as to read this letter,
I would like to tell you my story.
In my old life, before I was baptized, I was a tent maker for the
roman army. I was very rich, I owned a large house and worshiped to
god everyday. My dear friend was Rubin. When he asked me to help him
stop the believers of Jesus from worshiping I agreed, we formed an
oath. As the days went on, Rubin developed a plan, we were to sneak
up on the believers, prosecute Steven, and stone him to death. When I
was handed the stone, I couldn't do it. For weeks I chased after
believers, killing them left and right. But one day as I was going in
to kill some followers under Constantine's orders, Jesus came to me
and blinded me. He asked me to stop persecuting his people, he told
me of their suffering and then took my vision. That night I had a
vision that a man named Esphestuis would come and give me my vision
back, that very night he did. I needn't say anymore, Jesus is the
messiah, the son of god. Worship him and be baptized and he will have
mercy on you and forgive you of your sins.
Sincerely,
Paul of Tarsus
The word of Kate 15:19
In a market in Jerusalem, Stewart, who was a young and poor boy, peered around a corner. He looked both ways, and like a snake, grabbed three big apples from a basket at the fruit stand. No one looked at him twice, for they understood hunger and despair. Stewart wrapped them up in his tattered robes, and hurried off to his family. He ran through the busy market streets, barefoot, weaving in and out until finally at the edge of town he slowed down. A small house, not even, sat crooked on the edge of the road. It was small and weaved from sticks, mud, and anything lying around. It was more of a shelter than an actual house but it was home to him. It was held together barely by scraps of material. Stewart climbed over his muddy front yard, over his pig, Daisy, and pushed aside the curtain that was the entrance of his home. Triumphantly setting the apples on the table, hai two siblings watered at the mouth, they greedily grabbed at the fruit and stuffed their faces, with juices dripping down their long hollow cheeks. Stewart was the oldest, therefore the scavenger, protector and comforter of his two little brothers. He guiltily nibbled at his apple, but why should he feel like a bad person? He was the victim! He scarfed down the rest of the fruit and sat outside. He looked inside, at his siblings with no food, no parents, and they sat smiling and laughing anyway. Stewart walked to the edge of a small stream, looking up at the palace of Constantine, the roman emperor. He must have everything. To go to bed at night with a full belly and a grin on your face would be nice. It really would be nice. Daisy snorted next to him, nuzzling his hand, and Stewart scratched her fat chin. Daisy had been with them since their mom and dad died, when the people in the town felt bad but had almost nothing to give. Yet they had never even thought of her becoming their dinner, no matter how hungry they were. Food had always been scarce in the town, and their only way of eating was to steal from the market. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he should apologize, because the guilt eating away at him was worse than any hunger. Stewart crouched down and picked up the small fat pig. He brought her inside, and set her on the table with his brothers. "I'm going out, but I'll be back before the sun sets. Luke, look after your brother while I'm gone and stay away from the palace." And with that he pushed the curtain aside and crept into the busy streets. He shuffled along the sides, people yelling at him to watch it as he was bumped and jostled by the people bustling about. Vendors yelled and fought with their voices to be the loudest above all the noise. They stretched out their hands and tried to sell things to him as he walked by. Finally he came upon the fruit stand, ducking his head in shame as he met eyes with the vendor. He was a big man with broad shoulders and a rough beard, but he had kind eyes. They were deep and sparkling. Like they held much wisdom and experience, yet they were full of laughter. People stood around the market, buying and selling things busily. Stewart still felt guilt and shame deep inside him, so he mustered up the courage to talk to the vendor. He timidly raised his head, and the vendor was looking at him, with a penetrating look, that stared deep into his mind, as if that stare was finding his deepest secrets. But then he broke the look, with a warm smile, and Stewart was surprised to see him reaching for an apple. He cupped the small fruit in his hands and offered it to Stewart. Stewart accepted it gratefully, and tucked it inside his robe. The man spoke, a soft voice, and kind. " Would you like to buy an apple young man?" Stewart politely replied with a shake of his head. "Very well then, do you need something?" Again, he shook his head. Why couldn't he say anything? He had come all this way to talk and now his mouth was plastered shut! He spoke in a soft whisper, barely audible o the man. He cupped his ear as Stewart said, "I would like to apologize." "Whatever for?" "I stole three apples from your cart this morning and the guilt was eating me up inside." The man shook his head and sighed. He rummaged around in his cart and pulled out three large brown sacks. They were raggedy and torn up, like they had been trampled, but the man shoved basket after basket of apples into the bags. He then proceeded to hand the sacks to Stewart. He took them, his eyes the size of saucers. "You're giving these to me? Why? I stole your precious goods, what you make a living out of! Why would you give these to me?" The man nodded politely and pushed the bags toward his chest. "I want you to have them. You need them more than I do."
Meanwhile, God watched from heaven and stroked his beard. He sat on a puffy punk and gold cloud. As the sun set in the market, he watched the two talking. He thought that they showed the most important values of man: forgiveness, and kindness. He pondered their reward, and finally insisted they get a place in the palace. Maybe as kings! Or just servants. They could work and earn money for their families. God came down form heaven and spoke to the two men. " You have shown me that you are worthy of a reward, so I shall place you two as servants in the palace." And with that they were suddenly dressed as royal servants, waiting directly on Constantine and his royal court. They continued to show their kindness and loyalty until the end of their days.
Dear Gentiles,
You might not believe everything that I say but the least you can do is listen and consider it. I am sure you have all heard of Jesus or the messiah as some call him. He is not dead although that is what most think.I am Peter of Tarsus and I am a loyal follower of Jesus and his beliefs. Jesus is everything you could ask for in a god. He promises an eternal life after death, he accepts everyone no matter your social status or how poor you are. For example, if you are someone who lives on the streets as a beggar, Jesus will let you follow him. Or if you are the richest person in the world and have everything you ever wanted, he will let you follow him. As you can tell he is gentle, kind, and accepting. If you begin to follow this god you will be guaranteeing a wonderful life for yourself and the others around you. I hope that you will make the right decision as I did and follow Jesus and his beliefs. If not then the least you could do to help this cause is to spread the word throughout your towns. Thank you for taking time to read and consider this letter.
I believe that having a sloth as our class pet is a bad idea. Here is why, one having a giant animal sitting in the cornered our class room would make work really hard because everyone would just be looking at the sloth not focusing on there work. Two I do not think the school would be to happy knowing there is a unattended sloth when no one is watching it at there school. It could cause a lot of damage. Thank you for your consideration on my ideas for our class pet.
Sincerely,
Natty Holmes Ms.Rohner, Hello! How are you? I am writing you because I think that getting a new class pet would be a great idea, especially a class sloth. The sloth wouldn't be a distraction to students and would be very low maintenance. We could also build a habitat for it in the corner of the room; like the sloths own mini rainforest! I think getting a pet sloth would teach us all about responsibility and could be a great learning experience. I hope you consider getting a pet sloth, or maybe another furry friend?
From,
Celeste Kilgore Ms. Rohner,
I am all for this fantastic idea, it's a very low maintenance pet. They are quiet, and will most likely not attack us during class. But are you considering a 2 or 3 toed sloth? Because if your considering a three toed sloth, I must warn you, they can be quite noisy. Their screech could be a bit disruptive!
Thank you, Brady Eavenson Dear Ms Rohner, I think that our class should get a class sloth. We have been really responsible this year so I think that we should get one. Everyone could take care of him/her and it would be really cool. Maybe we could all put money in to get him/her so you don't have to pay all the cash. I don't think he would be a distraction to the class because we will focus more. If we don't then we could just take him or her back. This is why I think that we should get a class sloth.
Thanks, Tom Higgins
Dear Ms. Rohner,
I think that you shouldn't get a sloth for class pet. I would really love to have a sloth for class pet, but it would be a distraction in class, and some people are already easily distracted. Another reason why we shouldn't get a sloth for class pet is we would all fight over getting to bring it home. Finally, we would have to buy a cage and food for it. That is why I think that we shouldn't get a sloth for a class pet, even though I want to have a sloth for class pet it would be to much of a distraction.
Sincerely,
Jade
Hi I am emailing to talk about the amount of fun that is going in school. Many kids are performing poorly because no one is having fun. So I think that we should play more games like silent ball and dodge ball so on and so forth. I hope you take this into mind because I have thoroughly looked at my research and think this is the best plausible answer to the problem.
Thank you for your time, Nick School AKA Benedict Cumberpatch
Hi Ms. Rohner,
This is Anna! I wanted to talk to you about getting a sloth for a class pet. I don't think this would be a good idea. It would be a distraction during class. It would be all over everything. Also, I think the sloth would need more space than the classroom has. It would make the classroom a mess! I just wanted you to know how I felt about this.
Thanks!
Anna
Dear Ms.Rohner,
I have noticed on daily basis the days have been slurring together, what I mean is days have began to get dull so I put a classroom pet into consideration. As I was pondering the idea I realized that this couldn't happen without your permission, the idea just came to me today after school and I wanted to contact as soon as possible.
