Snow-stream of consciousness

It is still dark out when I wake up this morning. Descending the stairs, I look out our front door window and see...nothing. Nothing at all. A thick layer of snow has caked every inch of the window. I shrug and walk into the kitchen, thinking about what kind of cereal I want. Opening the refrigerator, I notice our lack of milk. Seeing as no one was awake, I grabbed a jacket and opened the garage. I pull out of the driveway and head for Pick N' Save. Soon I realize that this was a fatal mistake. Flake after flake plummet to the ground all around me. It's getting harder and harder to see out of the windshield. Dark clouds have blotted out the sun, engulfing my surroundings in gray. In a desperate attempt to try and get back home, I struggle to keep the car on the road. Getting harder still, snow begins to weigh down on the windshield wipers. SNAP! The blades disappear into the storm, leaving my windshield unprotected. Now completely covered, the snowy windshield blocks my vision of the road. Slamming the breaks to try and stop before I got hurt, I skid across ice, totally out of control! Suddenly, a bright light shines through the snow of the car, and I'm flipped upside down. My head smashes into the side of the car, and the last thing I remember, is seeing red from the blood that seeped into my eyes.

Bread

Descending the stairs, the sweet smell of french bread meets my nostrils, making my mouth water. Sitting down at the island table. my mom lays the delicacy onto my plate, complimenting the main course. I spread creamy butter across its flaky surface, and sink my teeth into the bread. As my tastebuds come in contact with it, each one is instantly paralized with flavor from that one bite. I'm in heaven.

Shots

Dribbling fast up the field,
Defenders chase me, hot on my heels.
I cut the ball to the center, getting set to score,
But the keeper denies the shot and springs back up, ready for more.
I pass to the forward, who spins around the sweeper.
Now the only thing left is the goalkeeper.
The shot bounces off of her hands.
I strike the rebound, and guess where it lands!
Cheers from parents and players fill the air.
And looking back, I could see the keeper's despair.

Favorite Quotes

"Wisdom begins in wonder"
-Socrates

"The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle."
-Anais Nin

"What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me."
-Helen Keller

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
Oscar Wilde

The Ocean

Swimming all across the underwater world are millions of fish, taking every color imaginable, and unimaginable.
Coral branches pop out of the bumps in the sea floor, reaching out at me. The sand under my feet welcomes me with its silky texture.
Endless blue surrounds me as far as the eye can see.
Following the flow of the ocean, I let myself fall under its peaceful spell, and let go.