I am in 10th grade. I enjoy writing fiction, making movies, camping, and playing tennis. 

One of my favorite books I’ve read for school is The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle. 

One of my favorite books I’ve read outside of school is The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien. 

Below is a piece of my writing; hope you enjoy it.

                       © 2005, Forrest Lybrand

    The darkness lingered for a moment, and it felt like trying to wake up from a dream, when you can’t open your eyes or move you body. Resdin wanted to cry out, for he was feeling the same panic creep upon him that he had felt when he first woke up in the Wizard’s den. Suddenly he felt a tiny tingle in his toes. The tingle danced through his feet, and then up his leg. The tingle spread out and soon covered his entire body, except his face.

    It was like little bugs crawling on the inside of your skin, tickling every nerve and poking every muscle. Finally the tingles attacked his face, and as they touched each part of it, everything became clearer. His ears popped and an army of sounds invaded them, his nose snorted and delicious smells were now noticed, his lips parted and inhaled a strong, salty air.

    Lastly his eyes cracked open, and there was the sea. Resdin had never seen it before, so all of its glory struck him for the first time. Tall, lazy sea oats hung over the place where the fuzzy green of grass clashed with the pure whiteness of sand. The sand lay untouched like newly fallen snow, an ivory blanket baking in the mid morning sun. A flock of sea gulls stood bunched together like identical statues near the water’s edge. They all faced the sea, waiting for a wandering school of fish to tread too close to shore and become a wonderful, slimy brunch.

    The ocean was lovely. It was a great mysterious blue massing all land ahead and past the horizon, like a wide path leading to distant lands. Precious little tongues of water broke the surface and licked the salty air merrily as the ocean continued its constant motion. Specks of lights gleamed and twinkled all across the ocean’s face, they were like stars buried at the bottom, forever glistening in distant diamond beauty. The tide’s roar lulled in Resdin’s mind as it played its eternal game of tug-o-war. It pulled with all its might to leave the land and return to sea, its home, yet with a betraying push from behind it stumbled and tripped over itself, then crashed into the sand, white with frothy embarrassment.