Whimsical – 9/2 – My cousin is getting married today so I brought my scallion. It was a 4.5 hour drive and he was complaining about it the whole way there. We watched the “writing of the book” which is when two people are married islamically. It was a beautiful ceremony and was so fun. My cousin who was getting married couldn’t stop laughing because my other cousins and I kept making faces at him. Some little kid started biting my scallion which was pretty messed up so now he is missing one of his arms. We also had a celebration after at my uncle’s house in which we danced the night away.
Satiric – 9/3 – I took my scallion with me to New York City, specifically Times Square, Central Park, and Manhattan. He had a great time there. He witnessed the meanest valet parking guy in the world. He witnessed a girl smoking crack on the sidewalk. He went down into the subway and jumped the turnstile. He participated in a rock climbing contest and took pictures of the Skyline in Central Park.
Although I feel your entry was very good I would like top ask as to why you exposed you scallion to such dull topics of the world such as unkindness, drug abuse, and the horrors of urban-ism as whole. I feel the scallion will remember this for the rest of their life and take this out against society?
I really like how you described the ceremony, it helped the post feel more personal. I am a little concerned about the health of the boy mentioned in the first section.
The occasion sounds splendid. The way you briefly described how you essentially ripped a little kid’s arm off, is simply motivating and inspirational. Thank you for doing what you do.
Your scallion took many trips, dedication! I liked how you characterized your object. Your details were very specific which was funny. Loved the crack one! All your descriptions and details solidified the picture in my head of your story.
You and your scallion went through love and life together in that new york trip. From marriage to a girl smoking crack on the sidewalk to rock climbing and even losing an arm on the way there. I love the way you personified the growth and experience of the scallion in writing and how you weren’t afraid to spare the gory details from us.
When I first read your first entry, I came to the (I now think) unwarranted conclusion that the little kid who messed with your scallion is now missing one of his arms. That’s one tough scallion! If that’s what actually happened, then I think your turnstile-jumping scallion is ready for mean valet parkers and all else that NYC can throw at anyone. It also amazes me that your scallion could impact the groom so much on his wedding day. What a scallion.