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Ain't no thang
I know we had one like this before but I don't want to search for it.
Post stuff youve written.
Heres a composition we had to do for LaungageArts:
Well Told Story Ian Davis
Dialogue used well 11-21-03
Sensory Detail 2nd Hour
Puck
WHAM! It nailed my head sending me backwards in a flailing manner. Where was I? How old was I? Unknown. That hard piece of rubber had rattled those thoughts into what seemed a big soup in my head of past thoughts and memories.
Let me catch you up. I was playing hockey, it was late in the first period. Im the goalie, the last line of defense. Players whiz by as I catch whiffs of their equipment, which smells like pieces of rotting meat left out in the sun for too long. But then, a play broke loose from center ice. Corbin Titus, a future teammate of mine in the Junior Olympics, got the puck from my dazzled and dismayed defenders. Corbin, one of the tallest 13 year olds I know, skated up as alone as a kid who hadnt showered for a month. He winded up, a few of my defenders had come back to help me. As Corbin lowered his stick towards the puck, my defenders parted like the Red Sea. It was a clear lane between Corbin and I but only one of us would be left standing. I muttered oh no as the stick barely touched the puck.
CRACK! The firm graphite stick connected with the rock hard rubber, the puck shot off the rink, coming at me with the speed of a bullet train, and I was the next train station. It seemed to mold with my helmet as I tasted blood and smelled what seemed to be melted metal and plastic. I saw what looked like little birds circling my head, taunting me.
My head pounded with pain. All of the aspirin in the world would do nothing but give me a drug-overdose. Coaches from both teams rushed over to me. I could faintly hear chatter from the stands.
Is that goalie O.K?
Is he blacked out?
The coaches tore off my helmet and asked if I was alright. The first thing I asked was;
Did I make the save?
My coach replied with a Yeah followed by a chuckle.
And that was important to me, that I had made the save. We lost, but we were not ashamed of this. Corbin said to me after the game;
Its good to see you had your head in the game
I laughed. But then I quickly walked away because he smelled horrible, as any hockey player does after a hard game.
Post stuff youve written.
Heres a composition we had to do for LaungageArts:
Well Told Story Ian Davis
Dialogue used well 11-21-03
Sensory Detail 2nd Hour
Puck
WHAM! It nailed my head sending me backwards in a flailing manner. Where was I? How old was I? Unknown. That hard piece of rubber had rattled those thoughts into what seemed a big soup in my head of past thoughts and memories.
Let me catch you up. I was playing hockey, it was late in the first period. Im the goalie, the last line of defense. Players whiz by as I catch whiffs of their equipment, which smells like pieces of rotting meat left out in the sun for too long. But then, a play broke loose from center ice. Corbin Titus, a future teammate of mine in the Junior Olympics, got the puck from my dazzled and dismayed defenders. Corbin, one of the tallest 13 year olds I know, skated up as alone as a kid who hadnt showered for a month. He winded up, a few of my defenders had come back to help me. As Corbin lowered his stick towards the puck, my defenders parted like the Red Sea. It was a clear lane between Corbin and I but only one of us would be left standing. I muttered oh no as the stick barely touched the puck.
CRACK! The firm graphite stick connected with the rock hard rubber, the puck shot off the rink, coming at me with the speed of a bullet train, and I was the next train station. It seemed to mold with my helmet as I tasted blood and smelled what seemed to be melted metal and plastic. I saw what looked like little birds circling my head, taunting me.
My head pounded with pain. All of the aspirin in the world would do nothing but give me a drug-overdose. Coaches from both teams rushed over to me. I could faintly hear chatter from the stands.
Is that goalie O.K?
Is he blacked out?
The coaches tore off my helmet and asked if I was alright. The first thing I asked was;
Did I make the save?
My coach replied with a Yeah followed by a chuckle.
And that was important to me, that I had made the save. We lost, but we were not ashamed of this. Corbin said to me after the game;
Its good to see you had your head in the game
I laughed. But then I quickly walked away because he smelled horrible, as any hockey player does after a hard game.