An Essay

MY DESK IS ALIVE

My desk is alive, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE! When the lights are out, the notebooks and the text books come out and sing. It's an ocean of books and paper. The desk itself comes alive and eats people's worries and it runs along. They come in the night only.

The books make their way to my bedroom. They go swirling round and round and farther and farther away from my school. All the books in my house arise and joins in on the haunting melody. The characters from the books all came alive to join in with the haunting chant. Suddenly, my math teacher jumps out of my math text book. Peter pan is spying for Wendy, John and Michael. Dorothy, and Toto, and Glinda, and the Wicked Witch of the West screaming

"I'm melting! I'm melting, oh what a whirl, what a whirl, what a whirl!" all twirled up into an endless cyclone.

All my fears and worries were sucked into a pen that wrote them down. Pencils scurry and write down my hopes and dreams. They write a haunted story about a deserted island. My mind travels time, and mountains grow.

While all of that is happening, Tarzan is screaming. White Fang howls, goblins scream, Bilbo hops, Gollum hisses: "yess my pressiousss" Charlette is building cobwebs all over. Frankenstein grieves over his creation. In the middle of it all, there is a wizard chanting:

Wishing, swishing

Wanting, dreaming

never stopping

never ending

grinding bones

for gruesome bread

Never stopping

Till all are DEAD!!

The second he shouted "DEAD" the floor gave way and EVERYTHING fell into a maze of darkness. Continuing it's haunting song.

At the end of the hole, someone caught me. I spent a lengthy month with the couple who had caught me.

IT took me a week to figure out why I heard singing in my sleep. Not the harsh, haunting sounds of the books, but a sweet, soft, flowing melody. I found a trap door within another week. As I walked I plunged into a deep, dark, water-filled hold. I screamed, I couldn't breathe, the stench was unbearable. I thought I would pass out. I opened my eyes, the melody had stopped. I saw a dark figure. She had long flowing hair. She whispered something. Suddenly, I could breathe! (hey-that's a big thing when your lungs are on the verge of popping) I sucked in fresh air. I looked around. I was in the middle of an ocean! Suddenly, a great blue whale tossed me up, up, up...into the air. I was scared, but I instinctively knew what to do. I dove. I went down twenty feet! I saw it plunge playfully at me again. We played our game for hours. For the first time, I realized I didn't have legs, but fins and beautiful green, blue and silver scales. The weird thing was, I didn't care. I swam from the east coast of Japan to California. I met sea turtles, and whales, and dolphins. One day, I saw people collecting turtle eggs on the beach. Disgusting! Yuck.

One day, I saw a gray mist in the distance. Wow! I thought, a new game... but as it came in closer... I snapped to reality. I swam as fast as I could, but I couldn't escape the oncoming tornado of books. I got tangled in the weeds. The tornado of books came closer. It carried me into the sky. The wizard chanted an uneven spell:

Blossom bloom,

Blossom fall

Can't you see it all?

If you see a kind of goal,

Try it and it'll take your soul.

Mountains cry "doom is done"

It's as simple as the rising sun.

Blossoms bloom

Blossoms fall

We won't stop

till' destroyed is all.

NOOO! I wailed. I woke up, but what was I doing in the library?

I wrote this when I was in fifth grade.

I'm proud of it, it started me as a writer.

No thanks to my teacher who thought it was weird.

Who also missed alot of grammar and spelling mistakes that I corrected.

Bleh!