Language Arts ;)

Doorways     I stared up at the giant house, that was painted a dull, gray color, the paint slowly peeling off of the walls. The trees were completely stripped of leaves, and stood limp, and bare outside of our house. The next house was approximately fifteen to twenty yards away, and had the same dull look to it. I went around the back of the house, and discovered kilometers after kilometers of flat, grass covered land that eventually led into a forest. Overall, it looked creepy. I couldn’t wait to explore. “Emily? Do you mind opening the door for me dear?” my mom yelled over her shoulder, while struggling with a bunch of boxes, my dad, heaving up the suitcases. I sprinted to the large double doors, and placed the key in the lock. There was a small click, and the door seemed to open by itself. I looked at the door peculiarly, and then decided to ignore it. I inspected the interior of the house. It wasn’t that bad, better than the outside, and brighter. The walls are colore...

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (continued from a villager’s point of view) It was said that Ichabod had not returned to the school for two days. At first, I didn’t believe what everybody was gossiping about, but now I have no doubt about what happened. They all keep saying it was just a coincidence that he was not coming to the school, that he was probably just sick, and he would be back in a few days. But you tell me. If he was sick, wouldn’t we have heard from him? Wouldn’t Ichabod have given us some notice, that he wouldn’t be able to come to teach the children? I know everybody is saying it’s a coincidence. But I also know what they all are thinking, what they believe in their hearts. The day that Ichabod was said to disappear, I was mowing my lawn, and I had seen him exiting the school, galloping away, on his old, grey horse, Gunpowder. I saw him entering the woods, but he hesitated for a few seconds before going in. He shouldn’t h...