Kyle

Kyle's Portfolio toc

Preposition poem
In the lonely forest, On a big log Inside a cave Among sharp stones Between two dark clouds Along the path of death.

Pieces of a Poem
Because I need to prove I can do it I’ve become one with the dirt bike My play land Which is in the desert, That I never forget the hot sunny days, Of sweat and dust running down my face

Hint Fiction
Together the knops throw the dirt, Listen to it thump against metal A sound so unlike anything else i herd, One you could remember forever

Black out poetry
Balanced beats Dominant style Biggest impact 33 Points The final four Beats ability To winning It’s Basketball

Digital Vocabulary
Dingy- of a dark, dull, or dirty color or aspect; lacking brightness or freshness. This image meams lacking brightness and freshness **//﻿//**
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Short Story
Cold air pounding against his helmet, crystallized snow slaps against his exposed skin with a sting on every touch. Snow so thick he can’t see ten feet in front of him. His weight shifting from one side to another putting the snowmobile on its side making zigzags through the fresh powder. He loved this, just him and his snowmobile carving through the snow. One day that all changed. He went snowmobiling by himself and was haven a great time when it started snowing. He was playing around in the fresh snow and climbing hills off the shoulder of the lake. It was a really big mountain! Only thing that will make it up this hill is those that have turbo sleds or that have the power to push a couple hundred pounds up a hill like this. He never climbed a hill like this and decided he should. He pushes the throttle to his hand grip, pulling the front skies off the snow. He throws himself to the left side of the machine pulling it around on the back track in a spinning motion. He is headed straight for the monster hill, gliding across the top of the snow.