It was a hot, scorching August day in the Roman city of Pompeii. Hundreds of people had gathered for the annual festival for Vulcan, the god of fire. Cato and Valentina stood on the beach where a massive bonfire had built. They hoped that Vulcan would be merciful and wouldn’t let their crops be burned by fire. Around Cato and Valentina visitors joyfully celebrated with dancing and singing. 

Suddenly, the ground shook. Cato and Valentina’s attention turned to Mt. Vesuvius, which was the home of Vulcan. Immediately, debris and lava blew and blasted out of the top of the monstrous mountain, now an active volcano. Mt. Vesuvius was an angry beast. Frightened visitors desperately sprinted for their lives. Since their carriage was at their house, the married couple tried to make it back for an escape. 

“Valentina, pack up the valuables while I ready the horse,” Cato yelled. “Let’s not worry about the valuables. I’ll help you prepare the carriage. We need to get the hell out of here as swiftly as possible!” shrieked the aghast Valentina. They left not a moment too soon. Their house and the other houses in the area were struck by massive rocks and swallowed by the molten lava. Although Cato and Valentina got out of the city alive, many of their neighbors were buried alive. Cato cursed Vulcan while Valentina wept for the many lost lives. The once magnificent city of Pompeii lay in ruins.

Originally written November 19, 2018.

In his house, David, a 14 year old boy, had been waiting impatiently. He had been trained to participate in a chariot race at the crowded, noisy Circus Maximus. It had always been his dream and today was the day. David was ecstatic because the winner of the race was gifted 300 denarius. His parents had not been worried, but were excited and proud. They had been sure David could easily win without being injured. 

After David and his parents had departed from their house, they headed for the renowned colosseum. When they had arrived, David readied his deft, powerful, and energetic horse which was as black as night. As David looked up a familiar person caught his eye. It was Josiah, his old friend. Josiah had threatened and insulted David a week before the event. “You better watch your back because I’m coming for you,” Josiah had yelled. “The contest is only one week away, and, mark my words, I will crush you!” “And I’ll be ready for you,” David had declared  defensively. He had been resolved to win the competition and be praised. When the race started, the sound of horses’ hooves could be heard thundering quickly and the deafening noise of the audience bellowing boisterously beneath the blazing sun. At first, the event at the Circus Maximus had been a tie between David and Josiah the entire time, but neither one had been wounded. 

However, right before the finish line Josiah whipped David in the side causing him to lean over. When David was weak, Josiah ruthlessly rammed his old friend sending David flying through the air. After David flew through the air and he hit his head on the rocky, hard ground, he brutally broke his neck. David had been murdered by his own friend and was now lying dead on the sideline of the stadium. David’s parents were appalled. Josiah was exalted and was laughing maniacally while David’s parents were heartbroken and vowed revenge.

February 7, 2020

Should Edmund have followed the White Witch in the book, “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe?” No, it was not a wise decision because she was against the righteous lion, Aslan, she was cruel to Edmund and the other creatures who surrounded her, and she had dark magic and a treacherous spear.

The White Witch was an enemy of Aslan. The noble lion was benevolent while the Witch, who claimed she was queen of Narnia, was a corrupt ruler. During his time at the Beavers’ house, Edmund had been told that the pale woman was evil and that Aslan was the savior of the kingdom.

Another reason Edmund shouldn’t have obeyed the Witch is that she was sour. Not only was she cruel to him, but she was also nasty to the other oppressed souls. For example, the dwarf was a follower of hers but was mistreated even though he was loyal to her. She also ordered the dwarf to ruthlessly beat Edmund if he tripped in the snow.

Because the Witch was dangerous and diabolical, the self-centered adolescent was obtuse in his judgment. She was a witch, so not only did she have the power to cast spells, such as turning living things into stone like when he witnessed some animals having a feast and being eternally frozen into rock just because they had gotten food from Father Christmas. The creatures in the courtyard also suffered the same horrible fate. Plus, when Edmund first met her, she held a threatening spear. 

Edmund should not have joined the Witch since she hated Aslan, the savior of Narnia, she was mean to him and the other animals, and she had occult abilities and a sharp weapon. Edmund was a fool to become a disciple of this wretched, woman-like beast.