{ Bree's Writing Contest -- round one } Let's go take a look at the scenery, contestants!

[beach_babe]

here's my entry [:

the ranch

I open the gate with the little wooden outlines of cowboys and step into my favorite place in the world. The ranch. To my right I see one of the smaller arenas with cones and jumps. A few people are in lesson, and I wave to the instructor, Bill. He smiles in my direction then turns his attention back to the riders. To my left there is a line of stalls, the walking field and the pasture. I look at the horses in their homes. Byron, Abu, Teddy, Embar, Andy. I stroll over to Teddy and kiss him between his eyes.

"There's my little Teddybear," I say affectionately. He whinnies in response, and I smile.
Then I turn right and walk past the hose, the tack shed, and a few tying posts to get to the benches. People are scattered around here; tying horses, waiting for a job, or lounging in the shade. I grab the binder and sign myself in. I step away from the benches at look at the line of stalls to my right. Klaus, Dexter, Carmel, Pegasus, Jack, Peaches, Island, Mr. Te, Duncan. Klaus moves over to the gate and I stroke his neck.

"Maybe I'll get to work with you today, Klausy," I say to him.
Then I hear someone call my name: "Hey Amelia! Ready to work?" I turn and see the speaker was Tonya. She oversees everybody at the ranch. I walk over and stand next to Rozlyn, my best friend here.

"Sorry, girls," Tonya says to us, "but I'm gonna have to split you two up. Roz, can you go top off water buckets on both sides?" Roz nods then walks away.

Then Tonya looks at me. "And I need you to show Maddie here how to halter and groom a horse. Does Mr. Te sound okay?"
"Te sounds great," I say, then turn towards the girl and smile. "Hi, I'm Amelia."
I start walking towards Mr. Te, excited to show Maddie the very best part of my life.

[Gizzy321123]

Here's my entry!! Good luck, everyone!

My Favorite Place

Up in my favorite tree, there are several wooden planks nailed. This may not seem like much, but it is a place that I love to hang out. Looking down and seeing the green grass, looking up and seeing a gray sky, threatening to pour some rain down on me. All around are trees as far as I can see with my bare eyes. I can hear birds chirping and singing in clear, fresh voices.
Although it isn’t just the peaceful atmosphere than draws me there. There are memories that go back so far. When I was younger, I’d sit in that tree with my cat, Little Whiskers. He died, so that tree has memories of him, my favorite cat. We’d spend hours sitting there.
We all have special places, and this is mine. It may seem small, just a tree with a few planks… but it means so much more to me that construction parts.

[luv2writeNS]

Thank you Giz and Amelia!

[aquahusky14]

Spoiler: show

Walking in the door, you can take in the white carpet and pinkish lavender walls. A metre or two ahead is a neatly made, white framed twin bed. It has a comforter of shiny material on the outside, soft on the inside. Two animal shaped pillows lay at the end: A purple hippo and a ladybug. On the odd day, you may be able to catch a webkinz husky perched on top. A pink flower light and a school picture are perched above.

As you turn your head, you will see the desk, adorned with a large touch screen computer and a small shelf. Above the computer are two webkinz: a blue google and a sugarplum cheeky monkey, as well as an assortment of other stuffed animals known as puffles. Moving your eyesight to the shelf, you see many books, chapsticks and under that is a homemade bed and three to four webkinz. Now look up and you see seven withered roses from my seventh birthday and two pictures in wooden frames.

Turn around and you will spy a dresser. It is just a dresser, but it holds a few treasures. An American Girl, named Emmy like me, is one and her dog Coconut and cat Liquorice are hidden in a dog house. My piggy banks lay there, one filled with savings from since I was two. A globe of the world is also there feeding my love of the world.

Finally you walk into the cramped corner, behind the bed. There’s a giant basket a webkinz galore, overflowing onto the floor. With signatures on top, old ones on bottom, it’s like a hierarchy that basket. Finally spy upwards, and what do you see; an adorable Betta, age two. His name is Prince Charming, because sure he’s valiant and handsome. I don’t feed him you know (thanks mom!) but I do like him, just not so much.

Welcome to my happy place, welcome to My Room.

[Brookelynne99]

My body dances to the beat. The old, broken in tap shoes sit there. They don't belong to anybody anymore. The skid marks of the tap shoes litter the gray floor. The dingy carpet just sits there waiting to be cleaned. The dust bunnies sitting in the corner. Kids talking and dancing to the beat.

The green yoga mats rolled into balls in the corner. The beautiful costumes in the corner. The whiteboard marker hidden beneath the chairs. Theres always that occasional split water or juice. The stains on the carpets and the mud on the floors. The clock ticks by as no one pays attention.

"Brooke," Alyssa my dance instructor calls "Are you ready to start." I realized I daydreamed again. I start tapping again. This is my second home. My dance school.

[ballerina4ever]

Le Entry

Spoiler: show

In the corner of my lime green bedroom sits a card table. It is covered with a slightly wrinkled bedsheet, it's delicate green stripes and pale pink flowers faded from years of washing. My worldview, math, and science books are stacked into a neat pile on the right corner, sharply contrasting with the rest of my mishappen desk. A half-empty plastic cup of iced tea sits next to the pile along with a plate covered in peanut butter sandwich crumbs. South Africa books lay sprawled against the table top. My notes on the books are scattered about the table, barely audible scribblings sloppily written on notebook paper.

The left side of my table is where the real fun begins. My bright blue typewriter, affectionately nicknamed Bonnie Blue, sits humming on the tabletop. Poised in the ribbon is a paragraph for my South Africa project. Behind Bonnie Blue is a mishmash of dictionaries, thesaruses, and various writing books. My pink journal is stacked on top and covered with my latest work, a Hunger Games themed "Speak Now" songfic. A jar sits next to the small library, filled with an assortment of pens and pencils (and a bottle of White-Out).

My desk is really a wobbly card table covered in a disorganized mess, but I find it to be a lovely place to think and write.

[Craftyreader]

Oh man, I don't stand a chance.. great entries, everyone!

[TiaColette]

What are you talking about I love your entry!

[BalletLove:)]

Backstage

It is dark. You can barely see. People are pressed close around you, and everyone is silent. You can hear murmurs from somewhere in front of you, but they do not come from those next to you. You can smell hairspray, gel, and makeup. Supressed excitement and nervousness pervades this small space. You move forward, and feel a soft, velvety touch. You have brushed a black curtain. Outside that is a big, unadorned space with curtains around it on three sides. It is from the fourth side that you can hear the whispers; the audience is waiting for you to appear. Swiftly, silently, you hurry out onto the space that is the stage. As you do, you can see small tape marks at the quarter and half points of the stage. These will help you to place yourself. The stagelights turn on. They are blue, red, green, and pink. The music starts……

[Craftyreader]

Aww, thank you, Tia.
But it's not near as good as any of the others.

Oh my gosh, ASC. That is amazing. I'd give you a 100000 on that, if I could. xD