The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

This story is about a man named Ichabod Crane who comes to Sleepy Hollow to be a school teacher. Sleepy Hollow is a city in the colony of New York where people seem to be different. They walked slowly and there were many stories about supernatural things. Ichabod liked this, and liked to hear the legends told by the people in Sleepy Hollow. Ichabod is poor because his job doesn’t pay too much, but he gets some extra money by teaching singing lessons with his affable voice. He comes from the colony of Connecticut.

Katrina is a rich and beautiful 18-year-old whose dad is a rich landowner. Katrina was in Ichabod’s singing classes, where he felt in love with her. Many people also liked her because she was very beautiful and rich. Katrina was the only child of Baltus Van Tassel, who was one of the wealthiest men in the area. When Ichabod went to Baltus's farm was when he really started to like Katrina, or her wealthiness. Ichabod wants to marry her, so he goes frequently to her farm to win her love. Many other people wanted to marry her too, but Ichabod's most important competitor was Brom Bones.

Brom Van Brunt, or Brom Bones, was known as the sage man in Sleepy Hollow. Brom Bones is known for his great personality and his great skill of horseback riding. He also likes to do a lot of pranks. Brom Bones had already scared away many of Katrina's suitors, except for Ichabod. So what he did was to do a lot pranks to Ichabod so he could be humiliated. Some pranks were to put smoke in the school house and to train a dog to follow him. These thing were supposed to make Katrina not fall inlove with Ichabod.

As I said before, in Sleepy Hollow, people believed many stories of the supernatural. One of the most tremulous story was about the Headless Horseman. This legend was about a soldier who once fought in a battle. He was riding in his horse and got attacked by another soldier which made that the Horseman's head fall off. He was buried in a church and since that day he would revive searching for his head there. These stories haunted Ichabod and was fascinated about them.

One day Ichabod was invited to a party at Katrina's house and she disapoints Ichabod at the party. While he was going back to his house on his horse very despondent, suddenly he sees that something abhor is coming in a black horse in the same path as he is. Then, he notices that the person following him seemed amiss, he realized that he had no head on his shoulders, and that the head was sitting in the saddle in front of him, so Ichabod tries to make his old horse to run but the horse resists. It is said that the ghosts cant pass through the bridge and past the church, so Ichabod tries to go to th church, but the horseman throws his head to to Ichabod, as he falls down after the impact. The next day in the morning, the horse of Ichabod went back home, but Ichabod was never seen again in Sleepy Hallow.

Brian´s Prized Possession

I remember the day that I saw the mitt. That brown mitt in possession of my brother, Brian. He bought it in an old store in Fifth Avenue. It was very old but and was a little ripped out but he still liked it. It has beautiful poems written in green ink. I can memorize every single word of it. That left- handed glove brought back many memories. Like that time when we played in the backyard. My father, Brian, and I throwing the baseball in triangles. My father and I never wore gloves, but Brian did. It was very special in a way that I can’t explain in words. I still have it, somewhere in my room, and every time that I see it I remember of him. Every time he was in a baseball game he used to read the poems on the mitt. He usually played as a center fielder so he didn’t have as much action as a pitcher.

Boy, how I loved him.  He was the nicest person you could ever meet. All the teachers always sent notes to my parents telling how good he was doing academically. Me, I was the misfortune of my family; I had never been the intelligent guy anyway. God, how I miss him. The day he died it didn’t go that well. I went into my garage and I slept there. I went crazy thinking about him. It killed me, and I started breaking all the windows in my garage. It was horrible, and my hand started to bleed. I was going to break all the windows in the station wagon that summer, but my hand was very hurt and I couldn’t do it. Since that day, my hand hurts once in a while and I can’t really do a real fist anymore, but that isn’t important. It was worth it.

Brian. That charming laugh he had was unmatchable. Sometimes he laughed so hard in the middle of dinner for something that he thought randomly. He was really nice. He was just too honest to have that red hair he had. They say that if you have red hair you get angry very easily but Brian wasn’t like that. He was too perfect to have that bad luck. And leukemia was even worst. If you ever have the misfortune of getting leukemia, you know that once you have that awful thing there is no way out. And he was only eleven years old.  The mitt, the brown mitt.

New Opportunities

                                                                                    August 2, 1660

Dear Diary,

I would never endeavor to leave my land, but I am looking for new opportunities in the new world. New riches and wealth would be in my possession, so I would have to go in one of the first ships. It would be spontaneous because the ship would go fast, so I had to plan if I would take all my family or not, when I had to be at the port, and all the food that I had to take. It wasn’t imperative also, because I had land already, but I wanted more because I knew that if I didn’t go, the land would already be taken by many other people.

My disposition to get more riches can be sometimes too much, but this was worth it. Having lands on both sides of the world would be great, because I could have power on both. I could go back to England and to the new world whenever I wanted, knowing that I had a home on both sides. When we arrive there, we are going to name the place we arrive Jamestown, in honor of the king. We wouldn’t trick the king with guile; we would keep worshiping him in the new world.  Bye for now.

Sincerely,

Isaac

My Bad Life

I had an abrasion on my mind. It was electrifying to me to see that gruesome eye every single day and I felt that I had to clad it. The only way to do that was to kill it. I would never endeavor to kill that evil eye of that old man, but I had to do. 7 days, willing to do it. Every single of these days I would gingerly go to his room to see if I could, but I couldn't. It had to be the perfect moment and I wanted that eye to be opened.


I knew the inventory of this old man. I knew he had gold and I knew he was rich but I didn't want. I wanted that eye to succumb. Days passed and passed until the day. The day. The 8th day. I felt dehydrated and I drank a glass of water and then I went to his room. It was 12:00, the perfect time. I  surmised he was asleep, so I entered. I steadily pushed the door, simulating like if I was a ghost in a scary movie. I entered the room completely and I took my knife. I turned my lantern on, so he woke up. As soon as the old man´s eye opened, anger derived me, and the next thing I knew, I had buried the knife in the eye.


It was all very fast and I felt a lot of satisfaction. I felt like if all of my dreams had come true. A grimace crossed my face because of all the blood that I left and then I started to fell a little scared. I did it all in a cursory way, not thinking of all the mess that I would do. 10 minutes later, the police arrived. Somebody had called them as soon as they heard the scream that the man made. They started asking me questions and I was getting irritated. They told me to corroborate if I murdered someone and I said that I didn't. After they checked all the house, they saw the blood of the body. Ten minutes later, I was sharing a cell with a man in jail. 

My First Post

This is my first post on blogger.com. I will keep doing more throughout the year.