Ruth Stillaway was a great artist. She loved drawing in the park where there were not many people there. She would always let her imaginations run wild. Her favorite type of art was 3D art because she always thought that it was alive. Her first creation was a 3D boat with amazing detail and realistic sails. But did you know that Ruth has been blessed with creativity? Every week she would draw her memories so she would never forget the pass. A girl name Susan walked right up to Ruth and snatched her drawings off of her hands. Ruth felt so angry that she nearly hit Susan on the face, but she knew that would be wrong. Susan started to spit on the art work and threw it on the floor then ran away. Ruth felt heartbroken because she's been working on it for hours……....
Ruth stormed home with anger and anxiousness. After a few minutes it started spitting so Ruth ran home while covering her drawings from the spitting raindrops. Ruth kicked her apartment door open like she was Hulk. She raced to number 13’s door and pushed it wide open like she was a rugby player. Ruth ran to her bedroom dropped her drawings on the table and started to scribble on a blank piece of paper, this time the only thing she could hear was her heart beating fast as lightning. Ruth’s cat Timber came. He sat on the rug, stretched his back and layed down like a tired athlete. Ruth fell asleep dreaming about becoming famous.
It's christmas and everybody raced to a toy store to buy a toy. Maybe they have forgotten to buy one or maybe santa hasn't come yet? Ruth gazed out of her bedroom window, watching all the people yell and run. Ruth thought they were all greedy but she wouldn’t let greed ruin her christmas. She went to her kitchen to cook some Bacon and Eggs with a nice hot cup of Coffee. While eating her last piece of bacon, she heard a loud knock at her apartment door. She peeked her eye through the peep hole and saw Susan! What was Susan doing there? Was she going to ruin Ruth’s creations again? Ruth stood in front of the door for a while until Susan was gone, then she sat back down and finished her plate of Bacon. Then she heard another bang coming from her bedroom, was it Susan breaking into her apartment? Ruth thought. She grabbed a kitchen knife and pointed it to her bedroom door. She opened the door slowly like a snail and then pushed it open! But it wasn’t Susan...It was her creations coming alive!
Question for the readers: Ruth is a artist, if you were a artist, what would you want to draw to
come alive? I would draw my Great Grandma because I really miss her.
Even though my Great Grandma isn't alive, she's still alive in my heart.
