It was a stormy night in the town of Goof. The rain pitter pattered on the ground. It was silent except for the rain hitting the roof. It felt as though the darkness outside was swallowing up all sound. It was like the silence you hear when you are home alone. The silence that you're afraid to break because you think someone might hear. The silence continued.
John woke up to use the bathroom. He slowly got out of bed and flinched when he heard a floorboard creak underneath his feet. He very carefully tiptoed to the bathroom and used it. He flushed the toilet and then hit himself, because the sound of him flushing probably woke up everyone else. He carefully opened the bathroom door and peered out into the hall. He didn't see any lights on, so that meant they were all still asleep. He crept back to his bed, turned of the light, and went back to sleep.
When John woke up it was no longer silent. He could hear talking and the sound of dishes being passed around. He could smell the wonderful food from all the way up in his room. He rushed down the stairs two at a time and grabbed the last few pieces of bacon just in time.
After John ate breakfast, he raced out the door. He began walking to school at 8:20. If he walked fast, he could get there in 15 minutes, which would be perfect, because school started at 8:40. After Joey walked about 8 blocks, he realized he had forgotten his backpack. He silently cursed and then started sprinting home. He looked like an ostrich when he ran, because on of his legs was shorter than the other. He reached his front steps and could barely breath. He knocked on the door, but no one was there. His mom and dad had left for work. John checked his watch. 8:30. He cursed again, then went around to his backyard. The back door was open, thankfully. He raced inside, grabbed his backpack, and checked the time again. 8:35. "I can make it if I run," John thought to himself, then took off with his backpack on. He looked like an ostrich that had gone mentally insane.
When he got to school, it was 8:45, so he walked down to the office and got a tardy slip.
Julian has a gift for making the ordinary funny and interesting. Anytime you want to bring your writing to the next level, use metaphors and describe from all the senses...sight, smell, sound, feeling, and taste. Julian's piece does both of these things!
Sarah Pemberton is a teacher, a writer, and the founder of Write Now!. Sarah lives in Portland, Oregon with her two daughters.