Black

Black is the sky at night,
Black is my dad’s old mustang.
Black is my dad’s motorcycle,
Black is my favorite color.

Black is like my cat shadow,
You can’t see him in the dark.
Black is the color of my puppy,
Black is dark.

Black is like depression,
You always see it somewhere.
Black is my moms hummer,
Black is ink in a black pen.

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          My three favorite posts are My Cat Bow,  My Dog Misty and  Shadow.

          The post that best reflects my creativity is TTH Project , I was making up what happened to the old man as I was writing it and it shows creativity.
          The post that shows evidence of my growth as a writer is My Cat Bow. Before I wrote this story, my writing wasn't as good as it is now. When I revised this story it made the writing better and now I always revise my writing.
          The post that has proof that I am a thinker is My Dog Misty. In the last paragraph, I had to try to remember what my dad said because I wasn't there with him to have her be put down.

Shadow

I have a cat named Shadow and he is my sisters cat. We got him on Christmas Eve about 4 or 5 years ago. He was my sisters Christmas present. She was so happy to get him. She decided to name him Shadow. We have had him since he was a kitten. Shadow is my second favorite cat that I have.

    Shadow is black and white. He has white on his neck, stomach, and at the bottom of his feet. He is a really playful cat and he runs after strings all the time. He also loves jewelry, he takes it out of my room and runs downstairs with it because he knows that i'm going to try to get it from him. Then he finally drops it. Shadow and Bow always mess around with each other. They are almost always with each other. Shadow also sleeps on my bed, most of the time during the day, but sometimes he will at night. He also loves popcorn. Whenever someone makes some, he runs into the room and stands beside them, rubbing his head on them to beg for some.
    Shadow is another great pet that I have and its fun having him around. Shadow comes to the door with Bow to great me when I come home. He is my second favorite cat because Bow is my first favorite. I hope to have Shadow for a long time.

My dog Misty

I used to have a dog named Misty. My mom and dad got her about two years before I was born. She was my dad's dog but they got her because my mom wanted to keep her. About a year ago we had to put her down because she couldn't get around the house very well. She was also deaf. When my dad took her to the vet to put her down they said that she had cancer and that it was the right time to put her down. Misty lived to be fourteen years old.

Misty was a Siberian Husky. She was black and white with blue eyes. Every time someone came to the door, if she was in the backyard she would stand still as if she was frozen, drop her head down almost touching the ground, and look right into their eyes. If they looked like they would be a threat she would show her teeth and growl at them. People soon got scared to come to our house. When we are at the front door with it opened she would sneak up behind us and when were not paying attention to if she was behind us or not she will run out the door. Misty was a very sneaky dog. She hates thunder and whenever there was a storm she would stay beside my dad and follow him everywhere. One night we had a storm and my dad wasn’t there so Misty stayed beside me the whole time. I was her second favorite person. She loved running around in the backyard especially when it was cold and she loved car rides.

The day when my dad went to get her put down came and we were all depressed the whole day. I was upset for about two weeks. Misty got to have her last car ride that day and was really happy. She licked my dads face almost the whole ride. We all loved her so much and she was my favorite dog. I will always remember her and after having her as a dog, Siberian Huskies are my favorite breed of dog.

My Cat Bow

         When I was about 5 years old me, my dad, my mom, and my sister were going to go get a cat from someones house. When we got there I was really nervous and shy about going into someones house when I didn't know them but i followed my dad inside. I saw the little orange kitten running around and my mom told me that he was going to be our cat. As we were leaving we put the little kitten inside the kennel and he didnt like it. As we were heading back home the kitten was put in the back seat between me and my sister. I wasnt sure I was going to like him because he kept hissing and spitting as us. When we got home we let him out of the kennel and let him run around the house so he could get used to our house. He was so loveable with us. My dad was the one that came up with the name Bow. I fell in love with him and decided that he was going to me my cat.
        Bows fur is orange with small streaks of a lighter orange that looked like it could be a yellow and he had white rings around his tail. He hasgreen eyes, 3 black whiskers, and a small tear at the top of his right ear.
        We had a large calculator that we kept on the desk and he would always sleep on top of it. I would always be playing with him of be holding him in my arms. About 3 years later me moved to kannapolis from salsburry and Bow had gotten so much bigger. He was a little less playful and was too big to sleep on the calculator so he just slept on the couch. Once Bow got comfortable about living in the new house he started to sleep with me. Then Bow always slept at the bottom of the bed near my feet and I had the softest blanket in the house folded on my bed for him to sleep on top of. Bow loved sleeping on the blanket so much. I sometimes found him on my bed when I came home from school but most of the time he would be on the couch asleep.
         Now Bow always sleeps on my bed and when I come home from school I find him sleeping on my bed and as soon as I open the door he gets off of my bed and comes to the door to see me. He follows me around the house all the time and stays with me the whole night. When i go downstairs and sit on the couch he always lays down right beside me. If someone is giving him attention all I have to do is snap my fingers or call his name and he comes right up to me.

TTH project

    I was in my bed happily asleep when i heard a noise near the door. It was pitch black in my room so I couldn't see anything. At first I thought that a mouse was running around but then i saw a light and the door was cracked open. I was hoping that I was dreaming and that I would wake up from this nightmare. But I wasn't having a nightmare, it was all real even though I wish it wasn't. Soon there was more light in the room. I was sweating really bad, shaking everywhere, my heart pounding fast, and my breathing was getting heavy. I was extremely scared and nervous. A little more light was in the room when I realized that the light was coming from a lamp. It opened a little more and that's when I saw a small shadow outside my door. The door opened a little more and the shadow got bigger. I thought I could see a little bit of the persons body but wasn't sure. I started sweating even more and now my heart was racing. I felt like it was going to burst out of my chest at any moment. The door opened a little more and was now opened enough for me to tell who the person was. Its that creepy guy!!! He was always focused on my eye. Why did he care about it so much? Why was he watching me? How long has he been doing this? I was trying to figure it out wen the door swung wide open and the lamp was opened all the way making it really bright in the room. He was heading towards me with an evil grin on his face. When I saw the grin on his face I knew he was about to do something and that I was in trouble. When he got to my bed he roughly grabbed me. I yelled as loud as i could hoping someone would hear me and come help me or call the police. He was dragging me on the floor making my back hurt and put me beside the bed. I tried to get up and run but he held me down. I was using all my strength to break free and escape from him but he was stronger than me. I begged for him to not hurt me but he ignored me. He picked the bed up and put on top of me. Then I was choking and trying to breathe but I couldn't. I was going to die and i knew he wasn't going to get the bed off of me. All I could do was lie there. My heart soon stopped pounding and my eyes were closing. Next thing I know is that im dead and my life was over.