Introducing Ktaffee!

Hi, I am "Ktaffee". I did make up all the stories that I post. I started this blog in 2010 and i think its working out so far=D. I love writing, art, basketball, volleyball, snowboarding, reading, and crafts. My favorite color is orange. My favorite book is Eggs by Jerri Spinelli (sorry if the spelling is wrong) also I love the book Holes (unknown author). I got my nickname from one of my friends. And " Ktaffee's Tale" name was my moms idea. Well I hope you enjoy all my stories and such!

-Ktaffee-
(The "K" is silent)

If I Were A Leaf...

If I were a leaf I would be green in the summer and orange in the fall. I would sway in the breeze and I when people step on me i wouldn't mind because I would make a satisfying crunch!I would be skinny and cheerful. I might help make a toddlers day by being raked into a pile and then SWOOSH now they are in the pile and leaves are flying everywhere and the toddlers parents are shaking their heads and start all over. One day in the fall when I was a young fellow, I drifted down off my tree forever. I drifted slowly and went from side- to side like a feather. I was mostly green but in those days i had some yellow goin' on. After a week I turned brown and wrinkly. And on that day someone stepped on me for the first time in my life.... i had heard them coming and i thought that I was going to die but then before I knew it "CRUNCH!" and just like that i was a new leaf. I learned to live with my new life on the ground, under peoples feet, stuck in rakes, in piles, under a toddler, and flying through the air and i loved my life as a new leaf!

THE END!

(SORRY NO PICTURES)

Moody Weather

I walk outside, people are huddled together saying its so cold. I find a flower and I reach down to touch it's delicate petals. It is cold and wet, I imagine for a second what it would be like to be a flower. I walk away from all the groups. I walk by the trees, I hear rustling, drip, drop. a gust of wind decides to run by, through the trees and into my jacket sending a chill down my spine. It sounds as though the trees are shaking the rain from the tips of their branches, deciding they are cold also. I wonder what is hiding, lurking in the shadows. A ferocious cougar getting ready to pounce. A cute white bunny trying to find shelter. A unicorn? No, but maybe an abandoned horse barn infested with mice. Its a mystery. I am alone, nothing but trees at my side. I decide to go inside. I bundle up in a cozy blanket and read a book. I am lost in the pages, the words, the story. I am sipping hot chocolate. I am warm inside and out, and I am happy.