Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Stop-Motion Project

So I did this really fun project for school (which I have dedicated to two special friends) where I had to create a stop-motion movie. I really liked how it turned out, so I'm going to leave the link down below if you want to view it.

https://www.wevideo.com/view/1120085347

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's prompt: People are committing strange acts in their sleep.


Our story takes place in a little town in the middle of nowhere. This town is called Heatherfield. The people of Heatherfield were just like any small town people. At least that's what we thought. On the evening of July 4th, Angel Skye invited a few people to her house to watch the fireworks and sleepover. The next morning, when the girls woke up, Angel was nowhere to be found. After hours of searching, one of the girls found the body of Angel Skye laying outside her window. Dead.

I could barely breathe. Right there in front of me was the body of Angel Skye. I had been with her just last night. Riding the Ferris Wheel with her, sharing a milkshake with her at the town diner, and finally watching the fireworks from the roof of her house. And now she was gone. I couldn't bear to see my friend like this, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I closed my eyes for just a moment, trying to take it all in. I felt something wet slide down my cheek, and I knew I was crying.

"Peggy?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and I knew immediately it was Nancy, Angel's best friend. "Peggy, what's going on?"

"Angel Skye is dead," I said, my voice coming out scratchy and barely audible.

"What?" Nancy asked, not seeming to have heard me.

I lifted a shaking arm and pointed to what Nancy had clearly missed.

"Angel Skye is dead," I repeated.

Nancy screamed.

As I looked closer at the body of my friend, I realized something. Angel's eyes were closed and her face relaxed. She had been asleep when she died.

The other two girls, Eliza and Daisy, came running out at the sound of Nancy's scream. Eliza saw the body first.

"Oh, my goodness...is that Angel?!" Eliza screamed. I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say.

Daisy ran inside to call the police. Nancy and Eliza tried to cover the body with their sweaters. And I just stood there, thinking.

How could this have happened? If Angel was asleep when this happened, then she didn't do it. The only question left was...if it wasn't Angel, then who did it?