Melissa\’s Blog

Butter Toffee and Creme Creme Savers

Made of deliciousness and happiness

Sibling of Strawberry and Creme Creme Savers

Unlike a cough drop

Caused by butter toffee and creme swirled together in tasty goodness

Affects your level of smiliness

Results in a delightful treat in your mouth

Made possible by those dandy candy makers

Nobody can resist a smile in a wrapper

Sister Mary sat on the chair as it slowly began to rise. It was time for all the nuns to spread the word of god. Every year, seven chosen nuns at God’s Church get out the magical flying chairs and travel all across the world. This was Sister Mary’s first trip on the magical chairs and she was nervous. She had no idea where it would land, and no one ever does. The chars have a mind of their own and you have to learn to trust it. She was the last to board a chair, as nervous as ever. Mary closed her eyes so tight that they began to tear. Just then her chair started levitating. Taking a deep breath and clenching her fists, Sister Mary was prepared for her journey. Losing her grip, the chair took off and disappeared in to the foggy horizon.

As she started to open her eyes, the only thing visible at that moment was fog. She also realized that along with her, another six chairs were traveling. Mary noticed that the riders are from all over the world; some from Latin America, United States, Africa, and many other places.

Now that she wasn’t alone, the ride was not so bad. Sister Mary saw that all of these Nuns were up here for the same reason. She finally relaxed and enjoyed the view. As her chair flew her closer to the others, she learned many different things about their cultures. Mary was excited an couldn’t wait to see where she will land.

After what felt like three or four days, Sister Mary’s chair landed in what looked like France. Many people gave her funny looks for coming in on a flying chair. Mary stood, picked up her chair, and walked to the nearest church. Sister Mary was no longer afraid of what lies ahead on her journey. She learned a lot from the other nuns. Mary was confident that she would accomplish her goal and make her church proud.

The house is messy, just how he left it. Boxes sitting all across the floor, knick knacks laying on the table. Samuel never was an organized man. His office was always his own space, even when Rose was still alive. It was the only place he could be alone. Samuel often sat in his big leather chair at his desk thinking about the many experiences he had been through. Samuel spent some time in the marines. He used to play the harmonica in the band. He kept the harmonica, but it was so much more to him than that. That harmonica held a thousand stories. As he got older, those memories slipped away and certain things looked less familiar. Samuel kept a picture of Melvin, his neighbor and close friend, near him so he would know it was Melvin bringing him his groceries. Samuel never did forget the face of his grandson, and he kept his picture with the house keys. No one has touched the organized clutter that was Samuel’s house. But he would want it that way.

I’m stuck in this cage of a house!

Why can’t I just get out of here!

Old enough to be out but not old enough to get out

 15 is as good as 16 if you ask me

And the state government is trying to push

 it to 18 years of age to legally drive a car

and I think 16 is just as far

as anyone could stand to wait

And the legistlature is trying to make it 18

I just wanna have freedom!

I have places to go, people to see

just no way to get there because I’m only 15

And the legislature is trying to make it 18

I feel bad for my brother

That law would apply to him, not me

And I would end up driving him around

Trust me, at the moment I would be glad

Ah, its good to be home is what people say

I say its good not to be home

Whole summer walking to the pool and back and occasionally farther

Going wherever someone would take me

Usually in my mom’s car with 80’s music

up so loud that i would want to rip my ears out

That will never happen in my car

And the legislature is trying to make those younger than me wait until they’re 18

And it makes me wanna scream!

That they could push it to the extreme age of 18

It does not seem to be that long to wait

But what it really does mean is

that you won’t even see that gllitter or gleam

of being independent until

those car keys are in your hand!

And the government is trying to make it 18

But it doesn’t even matter

For me

It’s only eleven months away

only eleven months away

only eleven months away

I always like the summer best

In Florida

When the palm trees are green

and the air is thick

and your hair is a poof

And family you haven’t seen since your 11th birthday

and talking and laughing

and hugging and pictures

At the beach

with your toes in the sand

and the salt water on your legs

In the sunshine

away from home

somewhere different that is still familiar

on vacation

I wish it could last forever,

but it wouldn’t be special anymore