Week 3 about nothing

There was no prompt to this blog entry, otherwise known as a "post." This scares and confuses me. Usually i have a question to answer or something like that. But, "not today" says absent Mr. Brigham, "I'm going to make my students suffer and not leave them a prompt." Thats an actual quote, i heard him say it about 5 times this week. Yesterday was a snow day, which usually means sledding, but when its bfc outside sledding is out of the question. This probably has to be one hundred words, but there was no prompt so i don't think it counts. I caught a mouse in my room the other day without aid of a trap. I simply stared the mouse into submission. Then another mouse, which i can only assume to be his widow, came and tried to defend his honor. She grabbed a pencil and started waving it in sword fashion. I laughed at the mouse's effort and struck her down with a mighty blow. Then i yelled at the cat for being lazy and not catching the mice. He just kinda laid there and didn't do anything. Then i made brownies, but messed it up when i didn't grease the pan, so now they're like chocolaty cement inside of a pan. The end

My Biggest Fear

My bed was warm and toasty as my mom screamed down the hall. It was time to get up and start another day. I didn't want to start, however, because I had just been awoken from the dream to end all dreams. See, my greatest fear when i was a young lad was a giant boulder crashing through my bedroom door and crushing me to smithereens. I had multiple dreams about said boulder; one about it teasing me and rolling past my room a few times before unleashing its destruction, another about it being smaller and gradually getting big enough to flatten a Mac truck. I always feared this disastrous boulder, and worst of all, the fear has never gone away. The dream always occurred right before i awoke, making it seem all the more real. Nowadays, i have the dream less often, and when i do, it never really scares me. But back in the pre big boy pants days, it was my number one fear.

Definition of a poem

To me, a poem is something that displays a certain emotion or tells a story in a creative, artistic way. It should display a persons specific emotion or feeling toward a conflict. Poems should be creative in a way that not everyone could write. It should have a lot of descriptive words and adjectives. It should include details of all 5 senses. A poem should not be something that is rushed through, it should have time and effort behind it in order to display good meaning. A poem should also have stanzas, short lines, and be relatively short.