Writing Class

Here in the middle of Nowhere, the lazy cow grazes in the fields of alphalfa, with a faint smell of freshly mown, lush, green grass in the background. The lady in her sweatpants sits on a porch swing, listening to the sound of the breeze, with a cup of coffee in her hand, and a book in her lap. A leaf from an oak tree falls limply to the ground...while in the middle of Somewhere, a man in his business suit and tie is rushed for time. Driving down the expressway in his new little sports car, he smells the strong odor of machinery from the construction of a skyscraper, and the smell of burgers from all the restaurants.


by Kaitlyn Collins age 13 October 24, 2007