Section 7

Kimberly Brown
Taylor/Weaver
LNG311
December 3, 2009

Section 7

Off in the distance there is a single woman standing on the beach, watching as the wave’s crash along the jagged rocks near the shoreline. The moon shines above the vast ocean and I can barely see the woman in the distance wading into the sea as the mist from the tumbling waves sprays over her. “She seems so familiar” I say aloud. The waves began to grow and I see her hesitate. I then realized what she was about to do. “No!’ I screamed. The current picks up. She stops, turns to me, and opens her mouth as if she is about to speak. But just before she spoke the waves swept her under when I realized that it was my mother. I hesitated for a few moments, but those moments of hesitation may have cost her life. I see her body go limp. As I swim towards my mother’s almost lifeless body, I feel the air slowly leaving my lungs. I start to feel myself go numb as I drag her body onto the shore, and then everything goes black.
“Luna! Luna please wake up! I can’t loose you again!” Said mom. I awaken to see my mother kneeling over me on the sandy beach. “Oh, Luna! I’m so glad that you’re alright!” Said mother. I see the tears start streaming down her face.

Kimberly Brown

Taylor/ Weaver

LNG311

December 1, 2009

Reading Section 5

The Prophesy in the Box

Inside the old box, there were many beautiful treasures like jewelry so beautiful, that it looks as though they were so delicate that they would fall to pieces. And the gowns, oh the gowns, they were so marvelous! Each gown was woven with the finest silk and beaded with jewels in intricate patterns along the torso of the dress. But of all the wonderful things in the trunk, what caught my eye was a small little metal box. I picked it up and inscription on the top said “Miss Nyx Black,” my mother. The box only held two things, a practically ancient scroll of parchment and a small diamond wedding ring in the shape of a flower. When I unfolded the paper I saw that it was written in some foreign language. “Sing” Someone said inside my mind; Their voice was but a whisper. I began to sing as they commanded. As I sang the parchment illuminated and the words changed, and I began to read.

Kimberly Brown

Taylor/Weaver

LNG311

11/19/09

My Beginning

My name is Luna Star. Yes I know my name is so is really weird. Well that’s because my mom is a hippie and our last name just happened to be Star and we live in Crescent City. So of course my mom decided to stay true to the whole lunar theme. Hence my name, Luna Star, literally translated to Star of the Moon. I repeat weird. I am kind of short with long dirty blond hair, fair skinned, fifteen year old girl. I’ve got a lot of friends but no best friends. Unlike most girls my age I don’t really have a best friend due to the fact that I think that if I get a Best friend I would be obligated to share all of my secrets with her, then she might start a rumor about me therefore ending our friendship. Yes I know a conspiracy theory, yet another reason why I don’t have a best friend. But hey that's my problem.