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WOMM # 26 - Random stories and essays I wrote :P |
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Ok well basically these are essays and short stories I wrote while I was in school. Mind you I am a really good typer and don't make any mistakes (really I just go in and correct them if I make them lol) I thought I would share them all here for you to enjoy... and maybe you can steal my essays and use them for school XD!
This one is about the changing seasons in the desert
PUBLISHED ON SEPTEMBER 13, 2007:
The signs are everywhere: Fall is just around the corner
Connie Tuttle The Tucson Weekly
Each year, it's the same story: September arrives, and we foolishly expect summer to gracefully make its exit. All the signs are there: The ocotillo, last month a blinding green, now fades to a faint shade of chartreuse; the tarantula, each spring revealing its sheltered home in a hole under the steps, now shores up the opening in preparation for the coming months; the roadside flora glows with the yellow hues of autumn.
But the temperatures still tickle triple digits, and the air at dawn still mocks us with its unfulfilled promise of cooler days. Where once we wore turtlenecks on cool evenings spent watching pale New England sunsets from the beach, today we wear tank tops and shorts long past the fall equinox. The desert's seasons will always seem foreign to us, their harsh intensity a measure against which we are annually doomed to fail.
In June, we tell ourselves the same lie: We only have to get through this month; come July and August, the blessed monsoon will bring relief to the desert as its rains humble us. And though we know it's a lie, we cling to it anyway; it's all we have during those brutally hot days following each other relentlessly with their sameness.
By September, we recognize the futility of our ritual self-deception and replace it with hope: hope that the Tucson summer will not linger, and one morning soon, dawn will greet us with an unmistakable whisper of cool air rustling through mesquite. What gets us through these last days of summer is the inexorable certainty of change.
Our resident lizard is going through its own transformation. Perhaps it's seasonal; perhaps it's coincidence. Today, the wind carried the remnants of its shedding scales as we witnessed it scurrying away, looking like an unkempt child having trouble getting properly dressed.
The bobcat that makes its home in the dense overgrown brush passing for a front yard no longer comes to torment our house cats. Summer mornings, before the sun gained its ascendancy in the white-hot sky, the feisty feline would perch on the deck and taunt its domesticated distant cousins. No more. These days, it may be emptying its den of summer detritus in preparation for fall. Or perhaps it has moved on to more suitable digs. There's no telling.
Evenings are cooler now, though still warm enough that we can venture outdoors giving no thought to a sweater or jacket. The cicadas, which only a few weeks ago overwhelmed us each night with their frantic symphony of desire, now sound resigned to their fate. Maybe we are simply hearing fewer of them, the rest having found mates and successfully met their seasonal imperative.
At the height of summer, three wolf spiders competed for assorted insects that found our kitchen lights a foolish enticement. One morning, after placing a skillet on the stove, we were startled by a spider desperately scurrying across the pan's edge. The arachnid, active at night but invisible during daylight hours, had evidently decided the hollow handle could serve as a convenient place to hide out when it wasn't busy feasting on hapless bugs. We returned the unused skillet to its hook on the wall, and the wolf spider is now back in its appropriated home.
Mice are beginning to scout out the viability of moving in for the cooler months. Silly creatures, they have yet to learn we have six cats to dissuade them. One day, we found our entire feline family crouched by the opening under the wood stove. An unfortunate mouse, likely believing it would be safe, had found refuge there, only to discover it was trapped. After some persuasion, consisting of a broom handle and a strategically placed box, we succeeded in catching it and returning it to the outdoors.
The signs of seasonal shift tease our senses with their unhurried pace. At the market, fruits from the fall harvest gradually replace the lush summer bounty of berries, plums, peaches and nectarines. Before too long, though it will seem like forever, we will be giving thanks for persimmons and blood oranges, their colors mirroring autumn's.
It is September in Tucson, but even the desert must soon let go and fall into nature's rhythm.
This one was personally about me but it was a time when I felt like this. I am different now so don't think of me as an emo lol razz
The Biggest Failure
I have lived a life not knowing its true meaning. A life that was full of disruption and disgust. I have learned many things and am still learning more. I have made good choices and bad. I have set goals and completed others. But now today I have failed at something and will learn from the consequences. I have tried to change these events but it seems like my fate has already been decided.
I failed to complete my education. I succeeded in becoming an adult. I failed to ignore others. I succeeded in angering them. I failed in childhood. I succeeded as an adult. God never put us here to make life easy or to make it one hundred percent successful. He put us here to make a name for ourselves. We make ourselves what we want to be. I sometimes feel that death is the only option left for me now. I feel this way because this was my last chance at success. It was my last chance to make something of my life. It was the last chance to make a name for myself and it seems like I have failed. I have lost and now I suffer as much as ever.
Should I give up? Should I just forget about everything I’ve done in my life and just end it? Life is what you make of it, But it seems now that life is playing games with me. It feels like I have nothing else to lose. I feel like I have used up my last ounce of courage and lost all of my faith. My goals were for nothing and now I am this sad, hopeless man who has nothing left in his life to look forward to. The very goal I was working so hard to complete has been taken away from me. My pride has been stripped from me. My success has been stripped from me. I have failed.
All my efforts at success have been in vain. All I have worked for was for nothing. My last chance is done. I am done. I am a failure with nothing else to lose. Do I have a reason to live anymore? No. I say no because I follow my heart. My heart aches and my body feels weak. I am a fool for trying. A fool for thinking I could become someone. My family and friends love me and believe in me. They tell me to go on. But they cannot possibly understand the pain I am going through right now.
They want me to keep going and keep trying, But I have failed beyond failure. I have used up my last chance. I have succeeded in failing. I have done everything opposite of what I wanted to do in my life. I have succeeded in failing for the last time. Now is my time, My time to go on and end this life for I am but a broken soul with nothing left to lose.
This story is about the "Black Cat" created by Edger Allan Poe and remade by me in my own words. I changed it to seem like it was in the future. I liked it though smile
The Black Cat
My story is a cold cruel tale of a once happy life turning into chaos and corruption.
I had a special love for cats most of my life. I loved cats as much as myself. I was given a cat from my parents when I was 8 years old and fell in love with him. I decided to name him Pluto because he was out of this world and his fur was all black like space. Many years later when our world began to change. Our technology was so advanced we started using atomic warfare and sent missiles flying everywhere. The war wiped out a big portion of the human race and all of the animals. Since most of us could not live without animals we decided to use our technology to make something more… advanced.
Our technology had created machines that looked just like our animals but with a much higher intelligence. Pluto had stayed outside when our family hid in the bombing shelter and died in the blasts. My parents knew just how much I loved him and decided to get me a new Pluto… except this one was artificial. I loved this Pluto but for some reason it was not the same love I had for my real Pluto. This one was so unreal and did not fully act like a real cat. The years went on and I gradually grew up into an adult. I was just going into college and found my first love. She was going to the same college as me and had the same interests as me. We went out every night and after 5 years we decided to marry.
We lived in a big beautiful house that was in the sky thanks to our technology. We had to live like this these days because after the big bang much of the earth was unstable and could not support much weight. I loved my wife very much and always took good care of her. She did the same for me as expected. We lived a wonderful happy life with each other. After living with the cat for a while she told me once “You know it’s said that all black cats are evil”. I told her it was just superstition and to let it be. She did and we all lived like a happy family.
After many years I began growing wearing of Pluto because I knew he was not real. It bothered me greatly knowing that the one friends I loved many years ago was truly gone and this was just a fake. My job began giving me problems as well as my wife which led me to becoming very angry and stressed. I began drinking to relieve my pain and sorrows. That only led to more anger and thus I had done something I regret still to this day. I struck my wife. She screamed at me and said she would leave but thought otherwise. She still loved me the same even though I had hit her. The times went by and my stress got worse and worse which caused the “Fake” Pluto to anger me even more with his programmed love. Because of this it had turned my anger into rage.
One evening I had already had my fair share of drinking when Pluto came over to me. I looked down at him and he brushed against my leg and meowed in that affectionate way he always did. I reached down to grab him and throw him out of the house. As I grabbed him I felt razor sharp teeth sink into my hand and I screamed out in pain. I was more than furious and decided he needed to be punished with the most extreme intent. I grabbed him by the throat and held him in the air. I went to the kitchen drawer and pulled out the sharpest knife I could find. I thrust the knife into his eye and continued to thrust till the cat slashed my arm and fell. I roared with pain and looked down to see him running off as fast as he could away from me. My arm was dripping with blood everywhere and the kitchen floor was smeared in it. I ran off after Pluto but got tired from the blood loss and went to the bathroom to cover up my wounds and get some rest. I would look for him in the morning. Before I closed my eyes to try and sleep I could feel the poor creatures pain and felt horrible. I softly cried. My wife came into the room and sat next to me on the bed and tried to comfort me as much as possible. I screamed at her “GO AWAY” and pushed her away.
That night I could not sleep or rest at all. I had done something more horrible than I could possibly imagine. I had nightmares of my cat dying and my wife being killed by an axe. I wondered if these were visions or just mere nightmares. The following morning I decided to search everywhere for poor Pluto. After hours of looking I finally found him in the shed shaking like a scared defenseless creature. I felt disgusted at his fake emotions but I also felt so bad I decided to put him out of his misery.
I took him to the garage and looked for the strongest hammer I could find. I took the hammer and realized what I was about to do. I swung with all of my might and crushed his skull causing all the main power sources in his body to shut down and cease to work. I cried and I screamed in what I had done. But I felt it was for my good and his. He would not suffer anymore.
That evening I was sleeping quite well when I was awoken by a sudden crash and found my home filled with flames. I screamed and woke my wife. We ran as fast as we could to get out of the house. We just wanted to save our lives. Our house had burnt down completely. That night me and my wife stayed in a neighbors house. My wife had not come near me for fear she would be hit or screamed at again. She must have truly thought that I was mad. The very next day I went over to the ruins of my home and noticed many people standing around something. I moved closer and inched my way through the crowd to see what it was about. I looked at this small portion of wall that seemed to be untouched by the fire. I looked much closer and noticed it had am imprint burnt into the wall that looked to be in the shape of a cat hanging from a tree. I thought nothing of it and began looking for anything to salvage.
My wife and I lost our small fortune. We had no insurance and could not get a new home in the sky. We were forced to get an apartment on the ground where it was very unsafe and unstable. A short while after moving into the apartment my wife and I noticed what seemed to be a stray grayish black cat. I took a much closer look at the cat and noticed it had many similarities as Pluto. He had the same missing eye (which I regret to say I liked) as well as the same loving personality as Pluto and not to mention his fur color.
I decided to let this cat live with us so we could start a new life and perhaps a new friendship. I brought the cat home with me and treated it kindly as I had done to Pluto before this all happened. As time went by this new cat began to annoy me as Pluto had done. Its fake emotions and actions made me sick. That evening I decided to go down stairs to look for my gardening tools and start my personal garden tomorrow morning. My wife as always came down to help me find the things I needed. Suddenly the cat came out of nowhere and ran right past my feet almost making me drop my box of tools and hurting myself. I was so angry I looked for something to swat the cat with. I noticed a large axe laying down on top of some boxes and decided to use that. The cat looked up at me and smiled as it always did so I swung with all of my might hoping to hit the annoying creature. The blow would have landed but my wife stopped me with her own hands. At that point I lost all sense of thought and picked up the axe again… Only this time I swung it at her. The axe went into her skull so fast I did not realize what had happened until I saw her fall dead to the floor with a loud “THUD”. She died instantly... no scream and no moan. Just a clean quick death.
I snapped back to reality and saw my dead wife lying on the ground. Instead of mourning or crying I laughed… I laughed like a maniac. I began thinking of plans to get rid of the body… the body of my own wife of 15 years. At first I thought of possibly cutting the body into small pieces and putting them into the freezer. I even thought of dropping her into the well but knew it would cause the neighbors attention for sure. I thought maybe burning her body in the furnace would do the job but realized people would know what the smell was. I finally decided that I could hide her body in the hollow walls of our basement. I cut her body into small enough parts to fit into the wall and hid each piece very well while covering it with cement. I made sure to wrap each body part in seal tape to cover the smell of blood wreaking the house. After I finished I cleaned the house and filled it with such a strong scent of flowers you would think my home was the outdoors.
Later that evening I had noticed the cat was nowhere to be found. This both angered me and made me smile at the same time. I drank twice as much as usual later that night before I fell asleep watching the midnight news. I never saw anything about “murders” or “missing wives” which made me sleep well. Some weeks later the police came to my home. This shocked me beyond belief. I asked myself “how could they possibly even know?”. The officers told me that some neighbors had complained about a “rotting corpse” smell coming from my home. They asked to come in and look around. I agreed and let them into my home. I wanted to kill them for coming this far and even considering my home as the “death box”.
I was showing the officers around my home when they noticed the door to the basement and asked to go in there. At first I hesitated then thought better of it. I told them “Yes… that would be perfectly fine” and opened the door for them. We walked downstairs slowly into the “death box” and I smelled the air just to make sure it was not coming from here. I could smell nothing and thought “If they smell the corpse then why can I not smell anything down here?” They look around as if hoping to find something but I knew they would fail. The body was cut up into many parts and covered by cement not to mention sealed up in the walls.
They looked like they were finished and told me “Thank you for your cooperation sir and thank you for showing us your wonderful home.” I said “Thank you… say officers would you notice just how sturdy this house still is after all the earthquakes and how unstable the world has become?” I said this and tapped with my cane on the wall in the spot where I placed my wife’s head. Seconds later the wall shook and I heard a booming “Meow” and the wall burst open. I was so shocked I did not realize I was screaming and the officers looked at the pile to notice the head of my wife lying on the ground and a robot cat covered in dust and dirt looking at me. I ran for the cat to try and destroy it but the officers grabbed me and shoved me to the ground. I was in handcuffs before I could say a word . I cried in misery and pain worse than I had done in my entire life.
I had lost… I was caught. I was defeated and had to deal with it. There was no other way to explain it. I let my misery and anger take over me. Because of that it led to this. I felt horrible for what I had committed. I killed my wife and my best friend and thought I could get away with it to enjoy a happy life. I was wrong. I was wrong of my actions and wrong of my ways. It led to this and now I will suffer the ultimate consequences.
As the officers led me out of my home (The cat following closely behind) I looked back and the cat stopped in its tracks. I screamed “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU DAMNED CAT!!!” and I tried with all of my might to charge for the poor beast forgetting the officers still had a firm grip on me. My arm snapped and I felt the bones inside my arm break as I screamed again in pain. As the officers carried me out I saw the cat look directly at me and wink. It winked with such an evil wink I could’ve sworn its missing eye flashed red.
After the officers brought me down to the station I was given my charges and appeared before a judge and court. They found me guilty for murder and mistreating animals “Mistreating animals? You must be talking about the machines we live with today” I said to the judge after hearing my charges. “I will not take a back talker in my courthouse do you hear me sir?!?!” I replied “Yes” and that was the end.
I was taken to the closest state prison and sentenced to death in one year. They wanted me to suffer as much as possible before I died. I was to suffer the same misery as my wife and my greatest friend… Pluto. One full year later after being beaten, stabbed and nearly drowned in the toilet of my cell it was my last day in this world. The guards came to get me and take me to my death. They cuffed me and put a black bag over my head as they walked me to the electric chair. As we stepped into the room I began to sweat and shake. I knew this was it. My last moments on earth spent here in this hell hole only to suffer and then face my death right here in this small room.
They removed the bag and pushed me down into the seat. They strapped my arms and legs to the chair which made me shake even more. I began crying softly and praying to God to spare me but I knew it was pointless. I had committed a sin beyond measure and now had to suffer forever. The Minister came and began his usual praying and looking in his bible for ways to save me. But they proved useless. I heard the switch go down and felt my body fill with the most intense pain it could possibly feel. It only lasted a few seconds and my body burned badly. I felt my last few breaths and last moments of misery.
Before my last breath I said “I love you Pluto” and closed my eyes for an eternal sleep I would forever suffer in.
This next one is also personal... its about the mistakes I made in my life and how I will overcome them.
The Mistakes I Have Made in My Life
This essay is a true story about my past life and much of what I went through as a child and how I overcame my bad habits and started making something of myself.
I would have to say that it all started when I was around 10 years of age and made the choice to lose my temper and beat another student down simply because he said something bad about my mother. Because of that mistake I was suspended from school for one week. After that it got gradually worse. I kept getting sent to the principals office for being disruptive in class or getting into fights because I was too sensitive to name calling of any sort.
It got to such a bad point in my life I ended up doing something I regret to this very day. I hurt my teacher and was sent not to jail, but some place much worse; A mental hospital. It was there that my mom pleaded with me to be good and do as I was told and it was there I started realizing how badly I had messed up.
Seeing my mother being pulled away from me as the staff pulled her out and I continued to cry and scream for my mother to not leave me. The Government took control after that. I had to live with kids who were a lot more out of control than myself. I had to take pills every day as the doctors told me to do. They said, “The pills will make it better.” They were wrong it only made it much worse.
After about three weeks I was released back into reality and back to school for another chance. I was doing good when I got back, but decided to make yet another mistake in high school when a student spit water all over my back. I ended up breaking several of his ribs with the desk I was sitting in. I was lucky I did not get into trouble with the law from that. Instead I was sent to yet another mental hospital for one full year. I had made the same mistake again and realized that I messed up again. This hospital was twice as bad as the last. The staff were careless and a lot of my belongings were stolen while nothing was done about it.
If I acted up they gave me a shot with some fluid that knocked me out within minutes. I spent a whole dreadful twelve months of my life there and finally came back out to return to school. This time I began acting like a immature brat to my own mother and showed her no respect. That only led to more trouble and caused us to split apart making me go off to live with my father.
I lived with my father for about two years before the stress finally reached its limits and I was sent to another mental hospital for being violent with my own father. I was there for two weeks when I decided that I would live with my oldest brother. Once I finished with the mental hospital I got on a plane and flew to Miami, Florida to live with my brother. That only lasted about two years before my brother had to move to Vancouver, Washington for a new life. Since I had acted up and lost his trust in me I was not allowed to go along. Thus I went back to my father.
I went back to school while living with my father. I wanted a job and wanted to start earning money but I needed to finish school first. After I failed some grades in school I was forced to repeat the 10th grade for my second time. It was then when I gave up and stopped going to school. That is still to this day the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. I stayed home and played games all day on my computer. I never even went outside to get fresh air. I was hooked on the games I played and pushed the reality of my education and future out of my mind. To this day it still kills me inside. After about another year I turned 18 my brother offered to take me in since he had the money and time. He expected me to get a job and help pay for the apartment he was living in with his girlfriend.
I tried applying for jobs around our area that were within walking distance only to find out I was either too young or I had no experience in the field of work they offered. A few months later my brother, his girlfriend and I decided on moving to Arizona, which was where most of our family lived. It was there I got my very first job and started doing something with my life. After three months I got fired after being told I walked out on the job. It was a lie of course and I even filed for unemployment which never worked out.. During that time I found a new job down the street from where I lived. I worked there for about two weeks before I ended up moving with my brother again to Tempe Arizona where he found a good job. I had not been in school for a few years now and was getting tired of not being able to do anything or help out.
I wanted to contribute since my brother had done so much for me. He gave me a place to live, food on the table, clothes on my back, entertainment for my pleasure. It was all I could ever ask for. My attitude had changed and I had a lot of good values from my experiences over the years, but my brother had enough of my troublesome acts. He decided to send me to a vocation school, Job Corps, so I could get one more chance to do something good with my life. He wanted to see me succeed and knew I could do it. He believed in me and understood I wanted to finish my education where I left off.
I was not sent to Job Corps to be punished or for anything I did. My brother just wanted to see me succeed in life and become a true adult. He kept telling me, “You’re 21 years old now and should have been on your own years ago.” I am still in this school and have been for the past five almost six months. I am going for my High School Diploma and get a degree in Retail Sales. I intend to finish this schooling by December of this year and then head to college early next year to get into my dream career as a game designer working for a popular gaming company. I finally have a chance now to do something with my life and make it into something my family and friends will always remember me by. I made mistakes in my life and have learned from them. Now I am turning my life into something good and positive.
Though I may still have some doubts and negative thoughts in life I still continue to learn and make things better and only keep trying no matter how hard it gets. I refuse to accept failure and only push myself towards something I could not do years ago, Success!
This one is VERY personal... its about my view on Love.
Love
Written by: Daniel Friedel
Love it is not simply a word or an expression. Love has a meaning to it, a true meaning and once it is said you had better mean it. Love is a feeling, a dream, and a passion. Love can be used in too many ways to count or express in one day. Love does not happen over night, Love takes a lifetime. Love takes time to grow. Love is a sickness everyone catches and there is no cure for it.
Love makes you feel amazing and special. It makes you feel like nothing else matters in the world except you and your other. It makes you a better person. It makes you try new things. Love is being your self around certain people and not being ashamed of it. Love cannot fully be explained in words or actions. It is a mysterious feeling God put in this world we live in. It is just there and it happens to overcome us once we find it. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone but a lifetime to love them.
Love is when you wake up in the morning with that special someone sleeping soundlessly next to you. Love is when you come home from a hard day of work and kiss your other on the lips and ask him/her how his/her day went. Love is when you two fight and have makeup sex afterwards. Love is when you care so much about that person you would do anything and everything for them.
Love is a force so strong that once you find it you get pulled in and it never lets you go. It can be painful and distasteful but you still yearn for it in the end. You miss your love when you break up or decide to take a break. You think only of him/her. You wish you could be with them all the time and just spend the rest of your life in their arms slowly watching the days go by. Love moves in with us once we’re old enough to understand it and it never moves out.
Love is stuck in your mind all day every day once you find it. You constantly think of your special someone and wonder what he/she is up to. You wish you could come by and give them a kiss or a hug and let them know just how much you love them. Love eats you up inside until you conquer and find it. Love drives you mad if you let it. Every waking moment without your love is like sleeping but without any rest or peace. Love is and always has been the most amazing incredible feeling in the world. It cannot be shown in words or expressions but more in time and experience. Love is constant and it lives all around us. Go out there and find some love and claim it as your own. It’s out there waiting for you!
This is a funny essay I wrote about how dinosaurs and dragons can somehow be related in many ways.
Lizards Dragons and Dinosaurs OH MY!
Table of contents:
1: Dinosaurs – Plant eaters and Meat eaters
2: Dragons – Myth or legend?
3: Lizards – How they’re similar to our past friends
4: The whole point of this essay
#1 Dinosaurs – Plant eaters and Meat eaters
Today in our modern world we have reptiles known as “Lizards”. They have roamed our world for over sixty five thousand years. They first began as little cells wandering around in the air and water of what the world started as. These little guys did not do much but swim or fly around and eat all day. Eventually they became creatures more adapt to the changes in the world back then. Later on they went from tiny to small to HUGE! Over time they had become the very giant lizards that we now call Dinosaurs. They were gigantic and made the ground shake wherever they walked. There were two different kinds of dinosaurs Meat eaters and Plant eaters.
Meat eaters hunted other dinosaurs in a crazed rage to kill them for their meat and chow down on some Dinosteak “Yummy” They were aggressive beasts with sharp claws and jagged teeth for tearing their pray apart. The most common meat eaters were the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was larger than most other dinosaurs. The T-Rex had very short arms, which had little reaching distance for catching prey.
Plant eaters such as the Diplodocus (Also known as the duckosaurus) were smaller and had a beak somewhat similar to the duck of our modern age today. The beak was designed to scoop up the plants for easy eating and perhaps even quaking. Plant eaters had flat teeth meant for grinding down plants for easy digestion because even heartburn was back around the age of the dinosaurs. Plant eaters also had very long necks to reach branches high in the trees so they could eat from there as well. Long necks might have been used as well for teasing short necked dinosaurs. (Yes the long neckers had a sense of humor.)
#2 Dragons – Myth or Legend?
Dragons were wonderful creatures that breathed fire and flew through the air using their gigantic wings. Many people have thought of dragons as a myth and say they never existed. It is still not known whether they were ever real or not but they were said to have lived in the medieval times of our history. That’s a lot of stolen princesses to worry about back in those times.
Dragons were said to have been very similar if not the ancestors of dinosaurs because of their scaly skin and body type. (Besides the fact that they looked EXACTLY like them but just with wings.) They also ate meat like dinosaurs but their prey was in a much larger amount considering it was Humans. There were many pictures and stories with dragons in them for young children and adventurous adults during the medieval times. They were drawn for a reason.
Not just because they thought of it, Because they had actually seen these creatures with their own eyes. Some of these people managed to get up close and personal with a dragon just to paint them on scrolls to make history. Dragons were recorded down in history from the first time they were seen. If they were a myth then we would never have found out about them and they would never even had existed. Maybe even today there are some living out there doing what any animal would do. Fighting to stay alive.
#3 Lizards – How they’re similar to our past friends
Lizards today seem like they have been around forever. They have been around as long as the human race. Sixty five thousand years to be exact. Lizards have so many similarities to dinosaurs and dragons that it almost seems like they’re the same thing. Lizards have the same scaly skin and reptile eyes. They have the same teeth and sharp claws. And they have the same long tails.
The only difference is… they’re a lot smaller today. Imagine tiny dinosaurs running around in our world and what people would think. For some reason they shrunk to a much smaller size and are not behemoths anymore. Yet they still have the same attributes about them as they have always had. It seems like today there are no more plant eating lizards out there. Now they have turned to eating bugs and some meat. Insects seem to be their main source of food.
#4 The whole point of this essay
I want the readers to understand how there were some differences between dinosaurs, dragons and lizards as well as similarities in more ways than one. I want to catch the readers attention in reading this by making it an exciting title with some humor in it to make it sound like a fun essay to read. I put as much info as I can even though it came from my own mind I added lots of extra things to make it a more interesting subject to read about.
Ok well thats it ^_^
I hope you enjoyed it and liked having something good to read razz heart
 -DeathlyDan · Wed Sep 19, 2007 @ 08:01pm · 0 Comments |
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