My notebook by Suanny Tamayo

Suanny Tamayo - Nonfiction (Informational Writing)

valetamayo2506 — 2025-01-21 16:50:18 UTC

Ballet, one of the most classical and artistic forms of dance, has a rich history. It first emerged during the Italian Renaissance in the 15th century, before France and Russia developed the techniques further. Additionally, the word “ballet” itself is a French word derived from the Italian word “Balletto,” which means “to dance.”

Sofia Acosta - Nonfiction (Persuasive Writing)

acosta113sofiam — 2025-01-21 16:50:31 UTC

Once you have a pet and take care of them they will always show you loyalty and respect, they become friendly and loving with you and you will never feel lonely again with them. Adopting a pet from a shelter or rescue organization is a better option than buying from a breeder. Adopting a pet can provide companionship, teach responsibility, and help reduce overpopulation. Adopting a pet from a shelter or rescue organization is usually cheaper than buying from a breeder and you will become the hero of their life since you will be saving them from facing a horrible ending, and put an end to their loneliness and also yours.

The Genre Times

valetamayo2506 — 2025-01-21 16:52:21 UTC

Suanny Tamayo - Folklore (Fable)

valetamayo2506 — 2025-01-21 16:57:22 UTC

In a small town, a tinkerer built a clockwork sparrow named Rusty. “Fly high and discover the world,” the tinkerer said, winding Rusty’s key.

Rusty flew but envied real birds. One day, a cunning crow offered to trade Rusty’s shiny wings for real feathers. Rusty agreed, but the feathers couldn’t lift his heavy clockwork body. He plummeted to the ground.

The tinkerer found Rusty and repaired him. “Your own design makes you unique,” he said.

Rusty learned to cherish what made him special and soared higher than ever.

Sofia Acosta - Folklore (Fairytale)

acosta113sofiam — 2025-01-21 16:58:37 UTC

Once upon a time there lived a princess with a secret as big as her beauty, her ring at her finger was the one that gave her such pretty traits. One horrible morning she woke up to find out that her ring was no longer where it belonged, someone had taken it when she was fast asleep! Immediately the king gave the announcement that whoever was to sing the ring shall receive a wish from him, the whole kingdom was in such a rush to find the missing ring of the princess while she was locked in her room so no one could see her real self...

Suanny Tamayo - Poetry

valetamayo2506 — 2025-01-21 17:00:49 UTC

The wind hums soft, a fleeting song,
It dances lightly, swift and strong.
Through trees it weaves, through hearts it flows,
A gentle voice the world bestows.

It speaks of change, of journeys near,
Of hidden dreams and paths unclear.
Embrace its call, let courage mend,
For every breeze begins again.

Suanny Tamayo - Drama (Tragedy)

valetamayo2506 — 2025-01-21 17:05:39 UTC

Lena: (pleading) You can’t leave me, Papa. I’m not ready. You promised we’d see the northern lights together. You promised.

Edwin: (smiling faintly) Lena, my little star, promises are like the wind. We mean them when we make them, but life sometimes changes their course.

Lena: (shaking her head) No! You always kept your promises. You said you’d walk me down the aisle one day. You said you’d watch me build a life.

Edwin: (coughing) And I’ll still be there, Lena. Just not in the way we hoped. When the sun rises, know it’s my smile. When the wind brushes your cheek, it’s my touch.

Lena: (sobbing) That’s not enough. I need you here, with me. Please fight, Papa. Please don’t leave me.

Edwin: (his voice fading) You are stronger than you know, my love. And you’ll shine even brighter without me to guide you. Promise me one thing...

Lena: (desperate) Anything!

Edwin: (a weak smile) Live boldly. Love fiercely. And never forget... you were my greatest joy.

Sofia Acosta - Fiction (Fantasy)

acosta113sofiam — 2025-01-21 17:08:13 UTC

Mara, a sixteen year old, was tired of stories meant to scare her into staying safe. She didn’t believe the woods were dangerous, they were just misunderstood. One evening, after a long day of chores, Mara stood at the edge of the trees, watching the sunlight fade. The forest was still, almost expectant.

With a deep breath, she stepped inside. At first everything was normal; a normal forest with the smell of moss and damp earth, and the faint chirp of crickets filled the silence, but as she walked deeper the silence became stronger, and the rustling of leaves became different like they were being moved by something that was not the wind.

- "Hello?" Mara called out, with a small trembling in her voice.

To her surprise, the forest answered. A soft voice could be heard through the air in the misty forest that said - "Why have you come into my domain?"

Sofia Acosta - Drama (Comedy)

acosta113sofiam — 2025-01-21 17:08:15 UTC

Olivia: (panicking) It’s gone.

Jake: (taking a bite of his doughnut) Morning to you too. What’s gone?

Olivia: My mug, Jake. The one with the cat saying."

Jake: (mock horror) Not the cat mug!

Olivia: (ignoring him) I left it here Friday, next to the coffee machine as always.

Jake: And now it’s vanished? A true crime story.

Samantha: (entering) What’s going on in here? Why do I hear yelling?

Olivia: My mug is missing!

Samantha: (gasping) Not the one with the cat?

Olivia: Yes! Someone stole it.

Jake: Or, you know, moved it...