Foreign Home

If I were to move to a foreign country it would be very hard for me. I wouldn't know the language and there would be an obvious culture barrier. If I was forced to move to this foreign country I might want to hold on to what makes me Me and stay myself. However, if it was of my own choice I would want to keep some of my cultures and old customs but I'd want to at least try to learn the language and try to fit in enough so that I wouldn't have to be a hermit where I only go outside my home to get food and other necessities. I would love to live in another country for at least a while just to soak in the different cultures and see how different and similar people from a different side of the world are.

Nature Scene

A stretch of stone covering the fence that blocks the parking lot from the street. The weeds wrapped around the rocks seem to take over everything in their path. Trees that bend over from age seem to be reaching out for the nearby street. One shrub all by itself amongst all of the rocks and weeds and trees. It seems to be the only sign of life amongst the death around itself. Even the fence behind it seems to be keeping it from a life of lawns and skies full of life.

Building Scene

The mother and her kids sat in the seats of the court room nervously awaiting the verdict of the trial. The woman's husband was on trial for Murder she knows full well that he would never commit. The Jury enter the room and fill the box where they had occupied during the long and tiring trial. The Judge asks them for the verdict as the court room grows silent in anticipation. Then a woman stands up and speaks on the behalf of the Jury.

"Not Guilty"

The room breaks out into an uproar of mixed emotions, disappointment in the cries of the victim's family and cries of joy from the mother and kids. The trial ends and the man rushes over and hugs his little son and daughter and then embraces his beloved wife knowing that the trial is finally over and that now he can return home with his family.

Good Choice

The day we moved from the old house was one of the best days of my life. We finally moved on out of that dangerous neighborhood and the place we moved to was a great one. The house was an inviting blue and our calm white door greeted us into our humble home. The minute I got there I made two new friends across the street that ended up being my best friends. The school my sister and I attended wasn't bad and I met a lot of friends there as well. Almost everyone in the neighborhood was friendly and I even got a job at the local pool for a few years. Looking back on that day I can say that I wouldn't have gone anywhere else if I could do it all over again.

Tragic Choice

The day we moved from the old house was a bittersweet day. we had finally gotten out of the bad neigherhood we lived in but the life I would have in the new neighborhood wouldn't be a happy one. The new house was a depressing grey with a more depressing black door. My heart filled with sadness each time I layed eyes on my house. The neighbers were't really all that nice and I think the people across the street left their curtains closed just so they did't have to be burdened with looking at our dreadful house. The years we've spent there were terrible, I made no friends and everyone at the school looked down on me and my sister. Looking back I wish we had never moved to that horrible place.

Introduction

I'm Seth Johnson and I'm a writer. I mainly write fiction novels but I also dabble in poems. This is the first time I have ever blogged or even created a blog. I hope these blogs can help me as a writer.

Creative Writing

this is a trial post for my Creative Writing Class.