Challenge 3: Favorite Quote
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss❤️
Theodor Seuss Geisel was an American writer, poet, and cartoonist. He was
mostly known for his children’s books written and illustrated as Dr. Seuss.
I love this quote because it means a lot! Joyful memories and moments are worth remembering. So instead of crying afterwards, you should recapture the joy by smiling.
Challenge 2: Place
The dullness of a house that I’ve been living in for six years can be tiring. Outside is where I want to be. My backyard is one of my favorite places here in Austin!
One reason I love my backyard is because of the large amount of space. There is one huge hill, a large cement patio, a rock trail, and the ground held by bricks spans above all the way to the left side. With this much space, there are so many things you can do!
Another reason why I like my backyard, is because it’s outside. I get really bored staying inside the house all day long with nothing to do but homework or play on my iPad. Outside in my backyard, there’s fresh air, wind, and sunshine. Plus, running around is much better than sitting on the couch!
Overall, my backyard is a fun and an enjoyable place to be. I would rather be outside than inside!
The Phantom’s Lair
Pitch black. The lair is filled with weariness and pitch black.
It is hidden deep, down below the Opera House. The bare,
stone walls hold no windows. None are needed, for this
dungeon only bears darkness.
However, in the center there is a candlelight dancing away tauntingly.
The crackling of the fire echoes off of the walls and fills your ears. The
faint light creates overhanging shadows in this dismal and dreary room.
Light is not necessary to the master of this treacherous location.
In the corner sits an enormous and depressing throne. It may have
looked exquisite at one point. But, now it is scratched and torn
apart, as if the greatest land animals have been using this chair
for generations. Here, the owner of this diabolical lair spent
most of his insecure life.
A huge organ stands exposed to one side. The keys are softly pushed
down as harmonious music occupies ever corner. Suddenly, you can hear
gears winding slowly. Beautiful notes escape the music box, a golden
piece of softwood. Out of nowhere, a charming but heartbroken voice
starts to sing: “Masquerade, paper faces on parade. Masquerade, hide
your face so the world will never find you.”
In front of you lies an abandoned mask made out of white cloth. Behind
you stands someone encased in darkness.
He is psychotic….
Malformed…
Tyrannous…
He is the Phantom of the Opera.