English Work

 Brainstorming - 

Hunterswoop - 

Top Left - The suspiciously dark midnight blue sky rests over the top of the fluff of the white clouds that mark the horizon. The White orb, the singular hole in the ocean of solid blue hangs high in the sky slightly off-centered.

Top Right - A slight gradient of dark blue colors the sky hovering over the volcano of deformed white cloud that shelters the horizon. 

Bottom - The Artificial Aquatic blue breaks way to a cylinder can, staying buoyant on a slight angle, preventing the blue jelly-looking water of the sea from taking up residence inside the can. The solid color of the blue hints to a shallow surface resting below, a swimming pool? a sandy tropical beach? The horizon suggests differently. 

Middle -  The roof of the can stands verticle, pried open giving way to the head of a small almond brown mouse pokes out from the matte grey can, its beady black eyes staring endlessly forward, frozen in the fear of its surroundings. Preserving the brown of its soft fur from the sun is a black funeral cliche umbrella angled towards the sun. 

Creative Writing Task - (Mirror, Mirror)

In the morning when you look in the mirror you expect to see your dull sleepy face staring back at you, and you sleepily mumble the words "I look like shit" to yourself. Well, not today! Today when I woke up I was expecting to see my pale face looking back but when I glanced in the direction of the mirror I wasn't there! I couldn't for the life of me figure out why! I even ran to my sibling's room, the bathroom, the living room  I checked every mirror in the house, and my silhouette just wouldn't appear. At this point my thought process was "Wait, what if I'm invisible, is this my superpower, ARE SUPERPOWERS REAL??" "No you idiot" A low husky voice responds shutting my thought process down completely. I was so focused and confused at why I wasn't showing up in the mirror that I brushed of the remark completely and stumbled down the hallway to find my phone and see if I showed up in the camera. To my disappointment, there I was, the blurry image of a sleep-deprived teenager looking panicky into the camera lens. "At least your hair looks lighter and curlier today" the voice, louder this time echos through my room. I freeze searching for the source of the voice, "did somebody sneak into my room to compliment me?" I search under the bed, in the wardrobe, under my desk, behind the curtains, until finally my gaze rests on the blank mirror, as soon as i look at it the mirror starts firing a full military report on my appearance, not missing a single centimeter of my body, from what I'm wearing to the expression I'm making.