I want to be so many things when I grow up, but the main thing is being a special effects artist. My dad took me to a makeup convention for movies and I saw people get changed into creatures and I saw the models that the artists made and I thought it was so cool. I've always liked doing makeup and I thought it would be cool to do other people's makeup for a sci-fi or horror movie.
I also want to do hair too. I want to design and produce costumes. This all started when my baby sister and brother was born. I want to make costumes for them to dress up in and during Halloween, I can make their costumes and do their makeup if they really want something cool. I just want them to have the best time.
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Free Choice: A Wishful Star
A Wishful Star
I sat on my bed gazing out of my window, looking at the night sky. The stars were twinkling against the inky, black canopy. I blocked out the trees and buildings and pretended I was in deep space. Just as I was about to lie down and fall asleep, a streak of brilliant bright light beamed through the sky. It fell out of sight, leaving me dazed on the side of the bed. After a few seconds of stunned silence, I remembered to make a wish. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
“I wish I had angel wings.” I said, trying to make my voice sound clearly as possible.
At first nothing happened, but then I felt a searing pain between my shoulder blades. As suddenly as it started, the pain ceased. I could feel something feathery and strong connected to my back. I flapped my new appendages and could feel the cool air rustle my feathers.
I got off my bed and ran to my mirror. I was unbalanced and slow because of the new weight. I looked at the mirror and saw golden-white wings protruding from my back. I stared in disbelief. I flapped my wings and saw that the reflection did so too. I smiled.
This couldn’t really be happening, I thought, but there’s only one way to test it out.
I strode over to my window and slid the glass open, engulfing myself in clean jasmine-scented air. I leaned out the window and looked down at the grass one story below. I then sat on the windowsill with my legs dangling outside the window. I took three deep breaths to prepare myself for the jump. My heart was pounding and my brain was screaming at me, saying this was a bad idea. After a few minutes of stalling, I jumped.
I flapped my wings as hard as I could. I plummeted towards the ground, my wings slowed down the fall, but I still fell hard, twisting my ankle at an odd angle. The sharp pain of my sprain stabbed my ankle.
“Danmit,” I hissed between my clenched teeth.
I gingerly got up and supported my weight on my good leg. I looked up at the full moon with pleading eyes. I stretched my wings at their fullest length and flapped them. My feet left the ground a few inches. Excited, I flapped my wings harder until I was leveled with the treetops. Harder and harder I flapped until my house was as big as a quarter below me. I savored the feeling of the cool air whipping at my face. I tucked my wings in and dived head first. When I was a few feet from hitting the ground, I leveled my wings out, making me glide soundlessly. I pulled myself upwards and flew above the houses with the full moon illuminating my golden-white wings.
Friday, April 4, 2014
#5 Blog Proficiency
Love is so complicated.
Cinnamon
Would you rather get attacked by ten duck-sized horses or one horse-sized duck?
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