Sean's+Journal

Ok guys this my journal 1st post will be a HORROR story. Yay for you if you like horror stories.//. //


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//America is becoming the fat state. More than two thirds (68.8%) of Americans are obese. What percentages of children in America are obese? Children ages six to eleven: 17% ////Children ages twelve to nineteen: 21% ////Children make up **__38%__** of America’s obese citizen’s. ////Now childhood obesity can lead to a multitude of various health problems such as, // //Cited from: //www.letsmove.gov/**health**-**problems**-and-**childhood**-**obesity** //Now, as you can see, America’s obese people form in a single industry. //**//__Fast Food. __//**//Let’s pick any Fast food restaurant at random like McDonalds. Fast-food industry’s like McDonalds like to lure you in with commercials, during a single period of watching TV and commercial break, I’d counted ten different McDonalds commercials. // //McDonalds like to lure in children with commercial, catchy slogans, and, yes, the happy meal. Now, McDonalds is trying to make it seem like a healthy alternative, salads, apples in your happy meal, and ice cream with granola. I’d like to show you the labels on the back of a single happy meal. //
 * 1) 1. “Obese children may experience immediate health consequences which can lead to weight-related health problems in adulthood. Obese children and teens have been found to have risk factors for **cardiovascular** disease (**CVD**), including **high cholesterol levels**, high blood pressure, and abnormal glucose tolerance.”


 * //Happy Meal compared to a chicken dinner // ||  ||   ||   ||

When looking at the two, the difference is //astronomical//, not only in calories, but in sodium and cholesterol. And just think a kid eats one of these **//almost every day//**.

Children shouldn’t eat fast-food, or at least limit their consumption of it. Yes, fast food is easy, cheap, and quick to get, it what does it do to you? Now the movie, “Super-Size Me” is an example of what can happen. The man in it the movie ate nothing but McDonalds for a short period of thirty days. He consumed more than eight years’ worth of McDonalds.

On the first day he experienced nothing, on the fifth day he felt sick and had a “Pressure in his chest”, and at the seventh day he began experiencing depression. When he came back to his health center after his 30 days he’d gained twenty pounds. This was a grown man, what could it do to a child? For one thing it could give them higher chances of receiving cardiovascular disease.

Also, their cholesterol will skyrocket along with their blood pressure. Should children really be eating this stuff on a regular basis? Should //anyone ever eat this at all?// The answer is no. None one should eat fast food, and they should find a good health alternative.

Children shouldn’t limit their consumption of fast-food; they should **//terminate//** their consumption of fast-food. If I had to make a guess, how much weight you gain from eating fast-food is how many years you just lost? Maybe. Either way, it’s best if you stay away from fast-food, it’s bad for your health! END

I read about "The Treasure of Lemon Brown" which was a story of a poor man. He was a man named Lemon Brown who used to be a blues singer, but he was poor. His wife died and his son went to stay with his aunt. He grew up to be a man and went into war. Lemon Brown gave his son his harmonica and his son treated it like a treasure.

I have recently finished "The Demon King" and have moved onto the second book, "The Exiled Queen". In a nutshell, Hans stole a powerful amulet that turned out to have belong to the demon king and discovered he and his best friend were both wizards. Hans is the descendant of the demon king and has magical properties beyond belief. Also, the princess has run away from an arranged marriage with a wizard. Which is illegal, because it gives wizards too much power, so she ran away. Currently Hans is riding to a wizard school.

I am reading a book called "The Demon King" because I left my other book at home. So far it's about a boy named Hanson Alister, former street lord and their. He left the life for his little sister and family. He also is nicknamed "Cuffs" because of the silver cuffs he wears. He is unable to take them off and they have been on him since birth. He has gone to countless areas to find a place to take them off,but hasn't been able to.

Today in class I read the story "The Third Wish" and it was a good story. It's about a man named Mr. Peters, Mr. Peters was taking a drive in his car and he heard a noise. He went down to check it out and discovered that it was a swan. Being good natured he tried to free it and real eased it into the wild. He then encountered a man who told him he had just saved the king of the forest and would receive a fabulous reward. So he asked for three wishes, his first wish he used to give himself a wife as beautiful as the forest. He got his wish and they were happy, or at least he was but she wasn't. He felt bad because he learned that she used to be a swan and had left her sister behind. So he wished her back into a swan. He didn't use the last wish.

// Black Fang // // I //// was developed in 1907 on the seventh of August 7/7/07, seven’s my lucky number; mind you that I’m not that old. Maybe Older… Can’t be sure. I love what I do, what do I do exactly? Now that’s a story, a long one. Longer than Pi. Well maybe not AS long but certainly long, and it continues. I’ve been called many things, monster; savage, ruthless, heartless… the last one really gets to me. Do I have a heart? If I put my hand to chest right now, I wouldn’t feel anything beating, I don’t know what the driving force is that keeps me alive, so don’t ask about it. If I put my hand to chest right now, I wouldn’t feel beating, or thumbing, or even a steady patter. I’d feel something else, something new entirely. And in all my LIFE of searching I still don’t know what it is… I’ll talk later. //

// I guess I’ll talk about my youth, when I was thirteen, ha, fun times. I was reckless, full of myself, and I knew how to have a good time. I guess we should go back. //

// Date 1907, seventh of August // // Time 12 a.m. // // Release Date NOW //

// Feeling… it was weird… I coughed… or tried to. I was submerged in a sort of Gel-like substance. I was unable to move, I opened my eyes slowly, looking around. There were strange men, in cloaks… I couldn’t see any of their faces… I saw my reflection in the glass of whatever kind of test-tube I was in. I was skinny, not too skinny but lightweight. I looked at my face, strange. I was pale; I had black hair, darker than black, and my eyes. My eyes… I looked at myself for a couple of seconds. My eyes were green… with vertical black slits in the center… like a cat. I look around… the men in black cloaks were looking at me alarmed, I realized I was gaining more control, I moved my arm slowly, then I realized I could move at regular speed in the tube. The men in the cloaks were screaming at each other. I caught bits and pieces of their conversation. //

// “What’s happening, it’s not supposed to be moving yet!” //

// “It hasn’t fully developed!” //

// “It’ll kill us all!” //

// “Run!” //

// “We can’t run!” //

// Then I heard a voice that was louder than all of them. //

// “Hide the executioner’s blade!” The only man in a red jacket said, “Don’t let him see it!” //

// I looked around the room, and then I saw it, it called to me… A blade that was in a display case a few feet away. I… had to get to it. I didn’t know what it was or what it did. I put my hand against the glass and it cracked. I moved my hand back, I looked on the floor. There were glimmering symbols on the floor, runes… symbols I didn’t recognize them or know what they meant what so ever. I touched the glass again and the crack grew wider, causing some of the liquid to flow out. I moved my fist back and broke through the glass. I looked around and everyone was running away. They all fled through a single door, it looked kind of cramped. To be honest that would stink to have to push and shove through a single hallway. The Runes and Symbols on the floor began to disappear; they all started floating towards me. They all rushed towards me, I knew not to be afraid, and the only person who hadn’t fled was the man in red. He stared at me, an amused smile on his face. The glyphs began to piece together around me slowly piecing together around me. It surrounded me in a black T-shirt at first, sleeveless. I felt fabric wrap around my legs, noticing I had jeans. I was enveloped in a trench coat, which was also black, along with shoes, and a scarf. Then the glyphs all soared into my mind, and I knew things all kinds of things. Things like… how to ride a horse… or math. Then the glyphs all vanished. I look at the man in red, he was smiling at me, and it made me uncomfortable. //

// “So…” He said, and his voice shook me to the core. “It’s time…” //

// I looked at him, “Time for what?” I was surprised how natural speaking came to me. //

// He said, “You are the one who will destroy us… but… I won’t let that happen.” He smiled that smile… //

// He crouched and symbols began to fly around him, I saw hatred that burned in his eyes, the next thing he said was like a knife down my back, “Ficrasenu!” All of the glyphs gathered in one place. They were different from the glyphs that had surrounded my chamber. I knew what he was doing, it was magic. I knew this, I didn’t know much about it. But I knew it wasn’t good to touch. A massive fireball soared towards me, time slowed, my body took over. I took a step back, turned and made a fist. I punched as hard as I could; The Fireball dissipated and went into my fist. I felt a burning sensation in my fist. //

// I had gloves on, I glared at him, a felt a smug satisfaction and it felt GOOD, “My turn.” The hatred had gone from his eyes and it was replaced by absolute fear. I felt a strange tension, building up inside of me. And then my body took over. I felt a strange sensation, my mouth was spreading, I lifted my hand to my mouth, I felt my teeth elongating, new canines were comings in sharp and jagged. My eyes hurt, //

// “Oh my.” I heard a gasp above me, and I looked up, the man in red was above me. “Y-your eyes… they’re red…” //

// I stared, was he lying? Why would he? I smiled, showing my new fangs. He took a step back and then another. Then he gathered up some more glyphs, “Perquosha!” he said. Smoke erupted from the ground creating two holes. Something crawled out of each one, humanoid in form, but not exactly. It was like two halves of a person. They came together and formed some sort of sick creature. The man in red was gone, typical of him. Scared little…? Where was this attitude coming from? It felt bad… but good in it’s own way. I’ll give in to it. The thing came forward out of the smoke. It had long spindly legs; black hair erupted from the top of its head. Its face was a mask, a long arrow shaped head, with black and white line lacing across it. It stuck its face through the smoke, I saw it’s eyes, two bowl sized circles, the space where the whites were was yellow, and there was small black dots in the center. It’s head moved, fast, but not faster than I could see. It was sideways and continued spinning slowly until it’s whole head went 360, then it leaned back and let out a long, glass shattering, wail that didn’t belong to a human. But then again, was I human? It had claws solid black, my clothes were darker than black, it had thin body parts. It slowly advanced forward, I felt my muscles tense, and then I felt a pull. My eyes went left, back to the display case, the… wait… what did he call it… oh yeah, //

// The Executioner’s Blade //

// I felt a tugging sensation in my stomach, it wasn’t a big sword, heck it wasn’t even a sword, it was just a dagger. The monster had disappeared, but I doubted it was really gone. I rushed over to the display case, if had the time or the equipment, I would have carefully opened it, but I didn’t. I used the energy from the fireball from earlier to shatter the glass without touching it. I hadn’t thought of how I did it, much less cared, I was too busy. I reached out with my hand to grab it, but it had vanished. I looked around the room, I heard a sound, a sound like a sword being drawn, and I turned behind me. The monster from earlier, it had the blade drawn, and it touched a finger to it. It let out a second wail and threw it up in the air. I jumped back, in fear of being impaled. I the dagger landed in between the monster and me, we circled around it, taking slow steps. I knew that the thing in front of me knew I wanted the dagger. The dagger stuck out of the ground it’s blade gleamed and glowed in the dark room. Serving as the only light source in the room. The thing darted back and forth in different area of the darkness. Then, it surprised me; it made a noise from deep inside. //

// “Take… it.” //

// I saw startled, the voice sounded withering and dying. //

// I stopped walking, “The dagger?” //

// “Yes,” It said, “That old magician has called upon me too many times and has exhausted my power…” //

// It took a pause to take a shaky breath. // // “His magic keeps me alive,” It looked me in the eye, “But I am tired of fighting. I am not the only one of my kind, there are others, for I am the oldest and wisest? Along with being the only one capable of a sensible mind and speech.” //

// I looked at him, he was certainly old, and you could tell from his previous movements. //

// “The others are mindless and enjoy fighting,” He shook his head. “Too much. The blade in front of you has served many great heroes, but you are the last it shall serve. It shall speak to you, call out it’s name and it shall call out yours, and then… I want you to kill me.” //

// I nodded, he was a poor soul, abused, broken. I felt pity for him, he just wanted it to all end. I looked at him, really looked at him. There was sadness and a regret for things he’d done. I walked forward, picking up the blade, it burned it my hand. //

// “That’s normal,” The monster said. “It doesn’t belong to you in this form, it will change to fit your needs, but currently it belongs to the previous hero.” //

// I nodded that made sense, now all I had to do was speak my n- my name… I looked at the blade. A voice whispered in my head… //

// “Luke…” //

// I looked back at the blade. It had said my name… It also had a name, I knew that much. I reached into my subconscious and pulled out the first name that came to mind. //

// “Zigiri.” //

Purple Book Q's 4/15 & 4/16 1 - 3 1. I'd rather spend an afternoon with Walt Whitman because he seems more outgoing than Emily Dickinson, he seems like a good person. 2. A) He's talking about himself and how he is himself and no one else. 2. B) He thinks that he is important and that he is an abstract writer. 3. A) Because it is aware. 3. B) He is a serious person. 3. C) He is telling you to view yourself as a whole. 4. A) She says that she will be banished along with you. 4. B) She seems excited about meetng another one of her kind. 4. C) That the smallest action can change how people look at you. 5. A) SHe thinks that it is too public. 5. B) In certain perspectives, yes, it is better to be a nobody instead of an outgoing somebody. That way you don't have to worry about what people think of you.

4/16 1. I would like to meet the speaker of this peom because he sounds very smart. 2. A) He compares himself to a flower and a tree. 2. B) A tree is strong and independant, a flower is willow and outgoing. 3. A) He says that he will always be himself no matter what. 3. B) A tree is strong and independant, a flower is flexible and outgoing. 4. A) He's feels great about being himself. 4. B) "Forlorn" 4. C) You are yourself for how you see you, and you are more than just you for how others see you.

I thought about the articles that all the kids wrote and they weren't bad, they just weren't too good. I saw a couple of spelling errors and some negative comments. I would rate the quality of the articles were a seven and a half, the comments were a six. The comments were sixes because even though there were some good comments, some of them were mean spirited. They could've done better and wrote more positive feedback or constructive criticism.

Sean's Awesome Limrick

There once was a kid named Gavin, And he was sure a friend worth havin' He had a good soul, He'd pull you outta hole, He's a good friend to bring along travlin'.

**// Project Dreamers was moved to it's own page. //** // I had gloves on, I glared at him, a felt a smug satisfaction and it felt GOOD, “My turn.” The hatred had gone from his eyes and it was replaced by absolute fear. //

‍‍‍A real

Nightmare

2: The man with the yellow face

Hi my name is Toby, I was on a trip to my home after staying a week at my grandparents house. We were at the train station and I was all set, it would be an hour before the train would show up. I wanted to get a souvenir before I went home.

“Grandpa? May I borrow some money so that I can get myself something to take back home?” I say this carefully and politely because my grandfather in the good cop, bad cop situation? Bad cop.

“Fine,” He grunts and hands me three dollars.

Cheapo, Oh well. So I walk around seeing that I have AT LEAST thirty minutes left, I look around and see a stuffed animal shop. Really? Wow… I look around and see one of those old photo booths. Perfect, on the side it says, “ 1.00 $ for 3 pictures.” Ooh that’s pretty good. I can buy myself a snack for the ride! So I step in, adjust the seat and get ready.

………

I walk out with three pictures; I haven’t looked at them yet. I look to examine my pictures I took a silly one for kicks. A serious one for my parents and the last one… what the heck? It shows a man with a yellow face… sullen eyes and his face is like paper. What the heck??? Is this some sort of joke? Whatever, as I the train arrives I run to it and get on with my Grandparents.

...

I’m thrown from my seat. There’s a loud crash and I wake up much later Apparently we collided with another train and there were some serious injuries. Most of the people weren’t hurt, but I was one of the more serious cases… MY face is the part that took most of the impact. Now when I look in the mirror… the man with the yellow face looks back…‍‍‍

‍‍‍CLOSING TIME

Hello, My name was Erik. I lived in a small town, In Trinity, Ohio. I had a great life, I was seventeen, and I had a great car, the girl of my dreams, and nothing in my way. It all changed when I started part-time at that bookstore. I was short on money and I was desperate. I had to pay the rent and more fees were closing in on me, trapping me in a small corner of despair. I went around trinity asking for a job, any job. Finally, I found one. At an old bookstore, the owner was old and withered and unable to take care of the store himself.

“So, Mr.Wallgreen,” I said nervously, you have to be careful when asking this question, “My payment…”

“Ah, yes payment…” He said this like it was the worst thing he could thing of, so much for careful. “How much do you want?”

“About…” More careful… “Five-hundred a month…” That was enough to pay rent and I’d have a little left over. Then… He started to laugh…

“W-what’s so funny?” I asked fear trickling out of my voice,

He slapped his knee, “Five-hundred a month…” He wiped a tear away. “I’ll give you ten-thousand a week…”

My heart literally skipped a beat, Ten-thousand a week?

“Really?” I asked my voice full of awe.

“Really,” He nodded “This bookstore has been owned by my family for hundreds of years… it’s very precious to me…”

“Yes sir,” He smiled when I said this, “Thank you.”

He smirked, “You start tomorrow and you’ll work five day’s a week, for eight hours.” I liked him more and more each time he opened his mouth. I nodded and walked out the store, I was excited to start. I mean, all I had to do was watch and make sure the bookstore was safe. How easy is that? Not as easy as you’d think it would be…

The next day I wore my best clothes. I walked to work with a smile on my face and not a care in the world. The store was right on the perimeter of the local park and it was always lively. Business was slow and there wasn’t much to do, I had to sweep the floor, help people look for books, let people check out books. I was either allowed to bring my own meals or to help myself to anything in the fridge in the back, which was positively //loaded//. You could open it and find great food inside and various soft drinks, I was allowed to use the microwave and the oven. Mr.Wallgreen was extremely nice, he was happy to see that I’d made food for him. I made a simple stew that was very good, Mr.Wallgreen was very nice and he had this… effect in people. Everybody was pretty happy around him; it’s hard to keep a frown on your face around him. And by the end of my first week working at the bookstore I was paid ten thousand dollars. I was extremely grateful and I practically licked his boots, I thanked him many times and I was simply overjoyed. I bought my girlfriend a new dress, I paid off my rent, I bought a new and better car, I threw a party, and I still had enough money to buy a house. I was having so much fun; little did I know it would get worse… //__Much__// worse…

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 * **How good am I?** || **What I should work on?** ||
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= The Road Not Taken = BY [|ROBERT FROST] Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

The Journal Of Sean Hi. I’m Sean. You probably know me if you’re reading this, this is fiction it’s not real. I write. So let me start it off in the morning. This series is basically where I take a video game and make a cool little story out of it. Please don’t sue me, I am not copyrighting. Suggestions welcome, no “My Little Pony” or anything related. Next story: Shadow of The Colossus. (I will write five pages about a game, if more is wanted more than five DIFFERENT people have to ask for it) The story will not be EXACT but will have key elements.

Day 0001 Ground Zero The Red Zone NYZ

Prototype 2 (Recently purchased from EBay)

Name: (Insert name here) Rank: Sergeant Illness: Post Dramatic Stress Disorder Other: Homicidal Fixation on //Alex Mercer// Family: Wife: Deceased Daughter: Deceased Killed by the Mercer Virus

I sat in the truck, sharpening my knife. I was here for a reason. Alex Mercer. He was the one. The one that had killed my family, the Mercer disease, He was the one who created it. It’s a disease that attacks your cells; either turns you into an infected, mindless zombies. It’s horrible, you’ll die in you don’t turn… that’s what happened to my family. Wife and Daughter.

. ..

Yeah. There are different zones, depending on the spread of the infection. It’s like a traffic light. Green is good, yellow is something to be careful of, and red is a no go. I want to find Alex Mercer, it’s been said that he’s in the red zone. Enough of that. I surfaced back to the real world and continued sharpening my knife. I was in a TOW. It was a kind of armored truck with a square shaped pod on the top that shoots rockets. Always take one into the red zone. I stopped sharpening my knife; I was in the military a service that made sure the infected stayed in check. And then there was BLACKWATCH a group of elites that dealt with the virus; all sorts of rumors surrounded them. There was also GENTEK a company that worked on the genetic things like dealing with the virus .I listened to the reports a bit. I zone in… and out. I look outside the window…? I see a car flying towards us and…

BOoOooo-

I feel weightless; my body gets lifted off my seat.

OoOOoo-

I see my comrades flying around.

OOOOM-

…

I try to sit up, ow. It’s hurts… I sit up. Gosh it hurts… I sit up… there’s a monster one… of the birds that was mutated. It flies off with one of my crew… dead. I sit up and look around. I hear static.

“Ninja-Three-Three this is Shogun, how copy?”

I look over, our radio system still works.

I begin to crawl over to it I picked it up.

“Shogun.” I say my voice cracked, “This is Ninja-Three-Three.”

“Is everyone OK?”

“Yeah.” I lied

I look over, yeah everyone was dead, I hear a rushing noise. I look up in the sky. No… its not.

“Ninja-Three-Three what’s wrong?”

The figure landed, making a massive crater in the ground. It wore a hoodie, black. As it went over I knew it was the one that had it killed my family. It inspected the dead bodies, picking up a car as it might a paper bag; it threw the car in my direction. It hit the wall of the ally behind me. I was concealed behind a second car.

“Ninja-Three-Three what’s wrong?” I heard again from my radio. I licked my lips and put the radio to my mouth, my mouth felt like sand paper, “I’ve spotted…

// Alex Mercer.” //

The Book VS The Film


 * //__ T __//** here are many differences between The Book and The Movie, for example there wasn’t as much detail in the movie as there was in the book (There never is.). They also saw that there was no explanation for the ending and it was confusing. They also left out the parts where he stepped out of the movie theater or they added random parts like when the girl went up to Dally and asked for a dime. Also they didn’t include some of the important parts in the movie. The movie was also shorter.



What does this poem mean? What is the poet's message? -What do they think the title of the poem means? How can it be that gold cannot/does not stay the same? Looking at the lines Nature’s first green is gold. How can green be gold? (Hints: How can gold be a symbol? What might leaves symbolize?)

Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower, But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
 * I think that the poet’s message is that perfect things can’t last and that day’s are numbered. I think that the title applies what I said previously. I think what they mean when they say that gold cannot stay the same because when something is so perfect it’s existence will cause it to disappear. When they say nature’s first green is gold, they mean that nature is golden because the grass and the leaves are green. Gold can be a symbol because is can symbolize perfection and the leaves might symbolize people and how they’re golden. **

Anywhere and any when

I would not like to go back in time for many reasons. For instance, there are many instances where going back in time would alter the future and either fix/ destroy it. There are other people who would love to go back in time, yet they have no idea what could happen. Like if someone wanted to go back and fix something bad that happened to him or her, something else would happen. Also if you go back in time and change the //slightest// thing, everything could go wrong. If you stepped on an ant that could change your future, like if the ant was carrying food back from your house and you stepped on it. Then the ant wouldn’t be able to bring food back, then other ants wouldn’t know there was a source of food at your house, then ant’s wouldn’t be able to infest your house, then you wouldn’t be able to move to a new city, and then maybe you wouldn’t be able to meet the love of your life or something. Or for instance if you made it so that Hitler was never born and that World War II never happened it still would’ve happen just in different circumstances. Like there would be another horrible person that would have something against a religion and did the same stuff. Time travel is a //horrible idea//, you’d either wreck your life or alter the future and something bad would happen or something good would happen and then something bad would happen to that. And that is why I would never consider going back in time.

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Darkling Hello, My name is Lucas and this is the story of how I died. I was seven, and my life was short. I didn’t really do much or help anyone, but I want you to listen to my tale of misery. I was walking home from school… I had decided to stop by the park and play with my friends. Nobody was there yet so I went to the swings; I sat there for ten minuets before I noticed it. I was sitting on the swing and I looked toward the trees, I saw something. I walked toward it and I decided to try to speak…

“Hello?” I said. There was fear in my voice. Clear as day and hard not to notice

It didn’t respond.

“Who are you?” I paused for minute, “What, What are you?”

I heard a scratching noise, I hadn’t realized it… but it was carving something into the tree… I bent for a closer look. The word **//“Darkling”//** was carved clumsily into the wood. Whatever it was it knew how to spell,

“Darkling is that your name?” I turned to talk to it, but it was there.

I heard a rustling noise behind me and I yelped, I heard a high-pitched laughing. It was my friend, Jason,

“Luke!” Was my nickname, “Where have you been?”

“I…” Something told me not to talk about it… or him… or her… “Was hiding from the sun” It felt bad to lie, but if I told the truth I doubted he would believe me.

“All right.” He said, He was smart and he was gullible. Today, he was gullible, “C’mon! We’re playing tag, and you’re it!” And we did play tag for a good two hours; I walked home and went upstairs to go to bed…

Nightmares

As I got ready to go to bed, I felt chills go down my spine… I shivered and retreated to the covers for warmth. I yawned and sleep took me…

“Hello?”

“Who’s there?” I said afraid.

“Don’t fear me, I am friend. Not foe.” I saw the outline of a boy in the fog of my dream.

“What is your name?” I said timidly.

“My name is… Sam…”

“Hello Sam, my name is Lucas.”

“Lucas… I am a figment of your imagination, and I have come to you that you will experience a series of horrible nightmares because of me… I’m sorry…” He said

I though about this for a moment, “I accept your apology.” And I meant it.

His breathing stopped, “Really?” He asked genuinely surprised

I nodded, “Of course.”

“Well, you might as well save your apology till they are done.” And with that he vanished. Leaving me alone in the fog of my dream.

Suddenly the fog turned to a dark shade of red… maroon. I heard a howl in the distance. I look to see two yellow lights peeking at me through the fog… and I ran.

Running

Running, my dreams were filled with constant running… That was all I did do… my dreams weren’t dreams anymore. They had turned into nightmares, one night after I had been cut on my left arm by one of the monsters chasing me. I woke to find the cut there and that’s when I realized… If I died in that world… I died in mine.

Years pass

And they did, I was twelve when the nightmares finally stopped. I determined that when I went to bed, I was transferred to another world. My mother had once told me that she had come to check on me sleeping and had found I was not in the bed. I made the excuse that I had snuck out with some friends to go to the park. She applauded me for being “honest” I was given a pat on the back from my father; in the end I received no consequences. I was glad that the nightmare’s had stopped, they were constant brutal trails I had to make it through. They were also constant and on going, I still slept yet the nightmares had changed me. I always woke up exhausted and I felt terrible, I had a burning sensation in my lungs and my whole body ached. Though the nightmares had made me stronger, I had started to build muscle faster than the rest of the boys in my class. In certain dreams, I was given opportunities to fight against monsters. Sometimes I won and other times I woke up, I never actually lost… for it I had I would be dead. I was given certain weapon in some dreams; I could either choose to use them or my hands. In the end, I had acquired experience with maces, daggers, swords, axes, bow, crossbows, my hands, gloves, and one time I was given a book.

The Book

It was a tattered old book, it looked to be a thousand years old, however I was given no time to read it. An oncoming monster, a small dragon-like creature, confronted me and after a few minutes, I had reduced it to a lifeless lump. I had strangled it; it reacted by spraying a small acidic spout of liquid in my general direction. I sidestepped and moved out of its way and the spout vanished from sight behind me. However, I had no time to pay attention to it as I was advancing on what was in front of me. Once I was finished I turned to look back at the book though I wasn’t able to see it well through the red fog. I waved away the fog, and discover the book. It was just lying there with a puddle of the acid that the monster had sprayed; the ground around it was sizzling from it. The book itself though… was unscathed, I reached out for it hoping to grab and turn one of its pages and read whatever horrible truths it had to hide. My hand was inches from it when I heard an ear-piercing screech, I had covered my ears to protect them and I looked around to find the source of the noise a black shape rushed at me from above and snatched the book. After I saw this I awoke. Reading

I woke up in a cold sweat and I had a headache. My mind was swimming with questions… like what took the book… and why? Obviously they didn’t want me to see it so I decided to dismiss it.

A few weeks later, which is now. I got home after school and finished my homework; I was tired and excited to get some sleep after a long day. Without the fear of nightmares I was able to sleep much easier, but tonight was a different case and tonight wasn’t a nightmare… it was my first dream in five years. I woke up in the same dream I had woken up to seven years ago, a white room, seemingly endless, with thick white fog instead of the usual red fog. I looked around thinking that a monster would show up, but none did. I sat around patiently waiting… waiting…

“Hello?” The voice was as clear as day and broke through the fog. Someone else was here… “Hello…?” I said, not sure about this.

I heard a gasp from a distance and then I heard running… something was running towards me. I raised my fists up in a defensive stance and readied myself for the unseen attacker; a dark shape stopped a few feet away from me.

“Lucas?” A small voice had answered me and I’d recognized it.

“Sam?”

Sam

I heard rushing toward me and then, suddenly the fog cleared and I could see him, for the first time, clearly. He had the palest skin, long dark hair, torn clothes, a small backpack, and something strapped to his back, his eyes were greens and full of excitement.

“Lucas!” He said stopping in front of me, “My goodness it so good to see you!”

“Y-yeah…” I was surprised, “Why are you here?”

He looked confused for a moment, then his eyes widened for a moment and he remembered,

“I heard something moving so I went in this direction to see what it was…” He said. We both paused for a moment,

“It’s been seven years since I last saw you, why did you give me nightmares?” The question had constantly plagued my mind.

“Sorry, I should have told you that whenever you first see someone here some bad stuff happens to you.” He said, “What happened?”

“I got chased by monsters.”

“Huh…” He said, “It differs for each person, I was subjected to pain. What happened was I would feel pain in a dark room and it got worse each time. I’m fine now though.”

“Oh that’s good…” Another question surfaced, “Are there others?”

“Yeah,” He said, “One…” He paused for a moment and jumped.

“What is it?” He started going through his pack and pulled out a book, it was the same book I had seen snatched by the monster. He pulled it out with both hand and it seemed to weigh a ton to him,

“Told…” He panted and heaved it in my direction, “Me to give this to you…”

I took the book out of his hands it was as light as a feather, “Why did you act like it was heavy?”

He looked at me with awe, “Neither of us could carry it and when we tried to turn a page…” He showed me two fingers covered in bandages and unraveled them, they were burnt, a violent shade of charcoal, “It burned us…”

I looked at the book for a moment and then tried to turn a page. I turned a page… ** Lost Girls **

I looked down onto the book and the title was burned. I turned another page and it read in English, “Speak the words…” it showed a picture of a flaming ball coming from someone’s extended hand…

“No way…” I said.

“What?” Sam came over to look at the book, “Can you read that?” He asked questionably

“Yeah… why?” I asked puzzled, his eyes showed his confusion.

“It’s all… gibberish…” He said, his eyes were unfocused, “They letter are strange and they float off the page.”

We looked at each other for a minute and then I said,

“Strange…” I look back at the picture of the fireball and the strange words next to it. I remembered what the previous page had said before it, “**//Speak the words//**”. “Stand back.” Sam backed up a few steps.

I spoke the words that were written next to the fireball and nothing happened. He was confused, baffled. I thought that if I said it,

“**//__Clear your mind of all other thoughts__//**” A voice appeared in my mind. I was startled, however I decided to obey.


 * //__ “Think of nothing but the word…” __//** It said and the voice was a hiss. It was a hushed whisper and when it spoke… it gave me chills. I closed my eyes and thought about nothing but the word. Something had caused my hand to rise; yet I kept my eyes shut, I spoke the words and suddenly I felt pressure swell up inside me. It moved through my body and slowly came to my hand. Then I felt it explode and a massive ball of flame erupted from my hand and flew off into the opposite direction, though in did have some knockback. I fell backward and stumbled, eventually I collapsed and fell on my back, the air rushed out of my lungs. I sat up breathing heavily, I looked over to Sam and he was grinning like an idiot. He gave me two thumbs up and a crazed smile.

“So…” I said as we walked.

“So… what?” He said looking at me.

“Who’s the other person here?” I said.

“Can’t say, rules here state that if you say or hear someone’s name before you meet them in this world you explode.” “Ever see it happen?” I asked.

“No, better safe than sorry.”

We arrived at a small pile of rubble it hade been made more of a cave, a cave of old belongings and tattered clothes. I looked around, there was a makeshift fireplace in the corner and next to the fire on a small stool was a note,

“Sam, I gone to look for more things we can burn… you know what I mean, I’ll be back in a few. See you soon.”

Huh. So there is someone else here, I stood up and handed the note to Sam,

“Oh, cool.” He went over to the stool adjusted it so it was in front of the fireplace. As he warmed his hands a thought occurred to me.

“Should I go look for him?” He smiled and shook his head,

“//Her//, and you shouldn’t. She’s fine on her own.” He stretched out and rested his head in the floor.

I thought for a moment, “So… out of curiosity which way would //she// go?” He mumbled sleepily and gestured to a northern exit in the hut.

I started walking, weird. I’ve never seen anybody sleep here… heck I’ve never seen anybody here! I kept walking; soon I encountered a small patch of trees. They looked normal from a distance and as I got closer I saw that I was wrong. The tree’s consisted of silvery wood and shone a little, for leaves it had small rags, as I was looking at it I noticed that some of the rags had been torn away. I went to touch the rags, but I heard a growling noise nearby. I started to run towards it, as I ran the tree’s got more and more dense, thick, and clustered together. I soon ran into a clearing, I saw two things. A large, scaly and reptilian looking figure and a girl who was clutching her arm in pain, she had one eye closed and a pile of rags on the ground next to her. She looked at me her face contorted in pain; she looked at me through her gray eyes,

“R-run…” She slumped against the tree and passed out. The monster started to advance, it’s large tail swishing back and forth, it’s eye’s full of malice, and it razor sharp teeth inches from her face. So, I did the only reasonable thing a smart, sensible guy could do, I ran up to it and kicked it as hard as I could in the back of it’s leg. Power .1

It wasn’t the //smartest// thing I’ve done, but it managed to direct it attention to me. The monster reared and buck and as it started to turn towards me it’s tail swung over and almost hit me, I ducked and could actually feel it swish over my head. I could almost feel the one hair that got hit. Before it was fully able to turn around, I leaped onto it and stood atop it’s back. The monster reared its head back to look at me, but it didn’t get the chance. I wrapped my around and legs around it’s throat and squeezed for all I was worth, the monster let loose a horrible screeching sound that shook my very being, the monster swung me around and reared, trying to free itself.

Power .2

After what seemed like forever, I had done it. I finally killed it. I stood feet away from its massive corpse, a liquid, brighter than red, flowed from where the monster’s eye used to be and scorched the ground. I held a branch of one of nearby trees; I had torn it off and stuck it through the monster’s eye. I panted, I was out of breath and my muscles were screaming with a terrible burn in my legs. I looked over to the girl, she was passed //out,// and I walked over to her. She had a cut on her arm, there was blood, and it wasn’t serious. I grabbed one of the rags from the pile. As I moved the rag I saw a glint of steel, it was a dagger. Silver and bronze, it had an ethereal glow that emanated from it. I had no time to focus on it though; I wrapped the bandage around her arm and put pressure on it. I thought about one time when my mother had to take care of, I remembered that she washed out my wound. I looked around for some water there was none around, I did need to stop the bleeding though. I put more pressure on it and she opened one eye. It was a little cloudy; she blinked once… twice, and then turned to look at me,

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” I said, she nodded slowly and at up.

She took a shaky breath and said, “Thank… you, where’s the monster?” She looked around and tried to stand. She cried out, “Ouch!”

“Hey, relax. It’s dead.” I made an empty gesture to its corpse, when she saw it her eyes widened

“You… killed it?” She said

“Yeah, not the point. Are you OK?” I wasn’t focused on the monster because it was dead.

She shook her head and muttered something about a powerhouse and strength… she stood up and leaned against a tree. She took deep breaths, she looked pretty good for someone who just got attacked and passed out. She sighed and took another breath,

“Thank you.” She said. “No, really I appreciate it.”

I nodded, “Hold still…” The rags that I’d wrapped around her cut had fallen, I moved it back to it’s original position and tightened it. She winced, “Oh! I’m sorry… too tight?” I asked.

She shook her head, “a little…” I loosened it and made sure it would stay in its place. “Better…”

She stood up and got to her full height, she was a couple inches shorter than me.

“Hey.” I looked up; I hadn’t realized I was staring off into space.

“Oh, sorry…” I said, I looked strange and clumsy… “Forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Luke.”

She smiled, “Madison.” She had a pretty smile.

Madison

She laughed, “No way.”

I nodded, “Yeah, and the next second I was on my feet again!” She laughed. Madison and me were walking back to camp talking about our lives back home. She was really nice, and she had a good life back home. Talking about life back home made me homesick, I missed my parents and my dog. We arrived back in camp and Sam was kindling to the flames,

He waved, “Hey guys!” I waved back, “Hey. Anything exciting happen?”

He shrugged, “Nah, It was boring here, you?”

“Nothing much…” I yawned, “I’m just going to go over here and…” my consciousness fled as I collapsed in a soft pile of rags.

When I woke up Sam and Madison were talking,

“It was amazing…” She was saying something. “I woke up and it was dead, I was only unconscious for about… five minutes!”

Sam was shaking his head, “No way… big did you say it was?”

“Bigger than the hut.” She was gesturing with her hands, “My dagger didn’t do anything…”

Sam blinked, “You should see what else he can do…” I started moving and he stopped talking.

“Good morning…” they both waved and suddenly very interested in tending to the fire. I smacked my lips; we needed water and food, “And do we any food or water?”

Sam shook his head, “Only food around here is near the water falls, there is water, and food, it’s like bread but better.”

“Should we go get some?”

He shook his head again, “Definitely not, the place is //paraded// with these little… //things//” He shuddered.

Puzzled I asked, “What //things?//” I asked in the same ominous tone he’d said it with.

“It’s weird,” He said, “They’re like little balls of slime with mouths and razor-sharp teeth, we’ve managed to barely sneak past them a couple times and other times…” He lifted up his shirt to show a cookie cutter shaped mark on his right shoulder, the cut was deep.

“Ouch…” It made me nervous, but I still would go. “We need food, I’ll go.” Madison and Sam exchanged nervous looks, and then they nodded, “Ok,” Sam said.

Itty-bitty biters

I made my way to the falls night was coming, that didn’t concern me. It was kind of hard to tell whether it was night or day, it was never bright or dark just sort-of in between. I went walking through the forest and looked around, I didn’t see any of the blobs that Sam had mentioned. I heard the sound of roaring water and the forest tree started to get more and more dense, I’d noticed that the tree started changing as I went. The turned a more bronze color and instead of rags that the silver tree’s held, the bronze one’s held bread at the base of the thin and brittle branches. My senses were going crazy, the thirst and the hunger, my goodness I couldn’t see straight. I walked over to one of the trees and pulled one of the loaves off, the funny thing was it didn’t taste like bread at all. When I took a bite the taste was amazing, it felt like some sort of lump was going down my throat, however the outside surface was cool the inside was steaming. It was warm and buttery kind of like toast and a couple of other food and flavors assaulted my senses that I’d never experienced. After I finished my loaf, I ate another, and another, and another, and another, I ate till I couldn’t eat anymore, and then I ate some more. A few minutes of feeling bloated later I had stuffed the basket full of the bread. It had also taken care of my thirst, though I still decided to drink some of the water from the falls. It wasn’t really a waterfall. A small stone wall that could easily be stepped over surrounded a small lake, there was a large hole that the water flowed into and disappeared, it didn’t fall into the hole and disappear it just touched the bottom of a shallow hole and disappeared. I looked up to find the source of water bet there was none, it just fell down from who knows where and into the river. I went over to inspect the water, I cupped my hands and sniffed it, and it didn’t smell like anything. I shrugged and took a sip, it tasted like regular water, but was also different, I felt a little trickle of strength poor into me, and I took another sip. I drank until sedated, I felt much better than I had before I’d eaten. I sighed and sat back looking around at my surroundings. Surprisingly there were no monsters, I laughed, had Sam tricked me?

A few minutes later I decided to head back, I got up and brushed myself off. I felt my ear twitch; a small rustle in a bush had triggered it. I spun around, dropped the basket, and raised my fists against the unseen attacker… nothing was there. I looked around and there was nothing there, then I heard it again coming from below me, I looked down and saw it. I don’t know what it was, it was a little blob and it looked like a small puddle of goo in ball form. It was bouncing up and down; it was making little, “//buoying!//” noises. I hunched over to get a better look, it looked harmless enough, I poked it with a finger, and it hopped back. It didn’t hurt; it felt like sticking finger into Jell-O. I opened my hand, the way you would if you want a spider to scuttle into it. It rolled over and looked at my hand and then looked back to me. It repeated this process a few times and then rolled into my hand, I raised my other hand to pet it with my finger. It jumped back and made a growling noise, I backed my hand away slowly and meant to show no harm. It looked at me for a second and then rolled off my hand, I’m pretty tall so it fell almost six feet. Then, it hit the ground flattened like a pancake and skyrocketed, no literally. It touched the ground and shot upward, and then fell back down. It rolled away and then started bouncing again. I had a feeling that it wanted me to follow. Considering it was the first thing that hadn’t tried to kill me in this world, I did.

I followed it for a couple of minutes and eventually it led me to a huge cave, the cave was dark and I heard dripping noises coming from inside. However… there was something else too… some other noise… I couldn’t make out the noise though. The thing was bouncing near the entrance, beaconing me to come in. I followed it, it glowed it the dark, and we walked for what seemed like forever and… I heard that noise again louder now. Yet… my attention wasn’t focused on that, up ahead there was a faint glimmer in the dark, a faint glimmer in the dark, it was a faint golden glimmer. I started walking towards it, then I stopped, the noise… it grew louder… and louder. It grew so loud I could hear it roaring in my ears, I could feel it drumming on my skull, and the funny thing was… it came from above me.

Running… Again…

I stopped in my tracks. Careful not to make any sudden movements, I looked up slowly, and then I saw it. It looked just like it was made of the same material as the blob, but it was shaped differently. It looked like a giant man, made out of the same stuff that made the blob; it was walking on the surface of the cave, tens of feet above me I could hear it stomping on the ceiling. The smaller blob ball-shaped creature was moving just like it was around me in a circle. I looked closer at the creature above me and I noticed it only had one eye. It was about the size of the smaller creature and it was yellow, a small ball of yellow, like… a miniature sun. Then, both creatures stopped moving, the smaller one started floating up towards the second one, it grew brighter and yellow. Then as I watched in horror part of the monster face cave in, where the second eye should be. The smaller creature was floating towards that area and turned a bright yellow and was identical to the second eye. In took it’s place in the right side of the monsters face, it blinked a few times, testing it’s new eye. Then the two ball of light swiveled to look at me, the monster stared at me for a few moments, then let out a roar that shook the world and shook the ground beneath his feet.

Sam was adjusting the fire a couple miles away, his thoughts centered on Luke. Is he OK? Where was he? What was he doing? Why was he taking so long? Sam shook his head, he was worrying too much, and he was //fine// he told himself. Hopefully he hadn’t met the creatures with the sharp teeth. He shuddered, the last time he’d encountered them he received a hole in his shoulder, self-consciously he touch him shoulder. He shook his head again; he stood up to go focus his thoughts elsewhere. Then suddenly then ground shook, and he heard a roar that rattled his bone and shook his skull. Madison jerked awake from her sleep and went for her dagger, but I stopped her.

“We have to he-” I silenced her.

Don’t worry Sam, “He’ll be fine.” I nodded reassuringly.

Why am I always, //not fine//? I wondered as I ran through the cave, I wanted to go back for whatever had caused that glimmer, but currently I was running for my life, so //excuuuuuse me//. So… what are you doing on weeke- what? You want me to get back to the story? Oh! Right, running for my life.

Fighting for my life

So, as I ran I could hear it’s footsteps behind me, thundering down the cave. I ran towards the entrance, turned around and saw it a few steps behind me. Panicked, I thought of the word that I use to make the fireball and before I could say it, a large blue ball of flame formed in front of me and rocketed towards the monster. It didn’t see the fireball coming, it flew at the monster, and the monster let out a confused grunt and exploded. I’d actually done it… I’d killed it. I was about to start jumping around like an idiot when I felt something pull me down. I looked down; one of the monsters was grabbing my leg, or the part of it that was a hand when it was a bigger monster. I stared. Horrified as it began to bubble and fizz. It began morphing into the smaller ball creatures; I shook my leg free from them. They flew off and stared back at me unmoving and I stared back, waiting… a few minutes passed then a thing line appeared below their eyes. I opened and revealed a black hole, then I noticed a faint white glimmer, there was a set of bright, razor sharp, teeth. And then smiled at me, I heard more bubbling noises, and noticed that they were everywhere, it the tree’s. The pond and more emerged from a cave, they all smiled at me. Then they leaped at me with they jaws open, I closed my eyes. Expecting a slow and painful end. And I waited… and waited… and then I open my eyes. They were frozen in mid-air. I heard a rustling in the bushes nearby and I was shaken and scared. Then, Darkling appeared. Return, 2/24/14, 503 words

I wasn’t able to move, no literally. I couldn’t move at all, I tried to move, but I was frozen it place. It moved slowly, fluidly, and without a sound. I moved towards the cave, slowly, I wasn’t sure weather I was frozen by fear or some supernatural force, but I was sure I was going to die of fear or of Darkling. It was different, there seemed to be some sort of film around it, I looked closer and saw that there was a thin layer of fog surrounding it. It pulsated in lengths and made the air around it seemed… dead. It walked towards me soundlessly; it appeared it front of me. We stared at each other for a few minutes; it tilted its head, as if considering what to do with me. It raised its arm slowly and steady, and held it outward. Did it want to shake hands? I waited for something to happen, and then it raised its pointer finger at me, slower than it had raised its arm. I felt myself stiffen and lift off of the ground, it pointed higher and I was raised higher, thought I was still conscious of the blob monster that had frozen in midair. I pointed over to a clearing of trees and I slowly floated over to it, I was still unable to move. As soon as I landed I felt the stiffness leave my body, I was sure I could move again though I didn’t try. Darkling walked slowly towards me, slowly… slowly… I felt my eye’s… drooping, as it got… closer. My body began to sag; it moved closer and closer until it was a foot away from me… so tired. It kept walking, was this it? Was this the end of the road? Maybe I would fall asleep and it would kill me. That’d be nice… I thought, as it was an inch from my face. I felt something at this distance… it was cold… ice cold. I closed my eyes and waited again for death.

After about five minutes I opened my eyes again. I looked around; Darkling was nowhere to be seen, I looked around double sure, triple sure… nothing. It felt safe to move again, I was //stiff// I stretched for a couple of minutes. I turned around to a scratching noise; I’d also realized that the blob monsters were still frozen. That meant that either Darkling hadn’t disabled its affects on them… or it was still here… I turned towards the scratching noise to find Darkling, again, scratching a tree. I stepped towards it, Darkling didn’t react either because it was focused on whatever it was doing or I was a waste of effort. After a few moments I was three feet away, I got to see what it was doing. It was carving into a tree with its fingers,


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**<span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 48px;">Scrooge Questions **


 * 1) <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">I think that the meanest thing he did was say that Christmas was a humbug, he also told off Mr.Cratchit after he did this.
 * 2) <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">A) Jacob Marley was Scrooges partner in business. B) Marley tells us that he wasn’t a very nice man alive. C) They were both very cruel and worked together.
 * 3) <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">A) Past shows Scrooge his childhood, him leaving the school, and how him and his almost wife split apart. B) The main happy memories are his childhood and him leaving are happy, the third memory is not. C) It made him think differently and made him cruel to others.
 * 4) <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">A) He talks with his nephew and Mr.Cratchit in beginning. B) The main purpose in all of his visitors was to show us how he reacted to people. C) Scrooge’s attitude toward people is not very nice; he is more of an independent person and likes to be left alone. He also talks with people negatively.
 * 5) <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">A) Scrooge values money the most; he is a very rich man and almost never spends anything at all. B) Scrooge isn’t a happy man because he had to sacrifice a lot to earn the large amounts of money he has.
 * 6) <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">A) He appears to soften when he see’s childhood memories. B) I do believe that people can change dramatically.

Closing Time PART 2

Life was good, too good. I never stopped to wonder why Mr.Wallgreen was paying me so much or why he never let me work on certain days… like Friday the thirteenth or other holidays. Not that I’m complaining... I was slightly paranoid of him, but I never asked why… maybe he just didn’t like holidays… just the other day I asked if my family would like to meet him…

“Meet me?” He asked puzzled.

“Yeah,” I asked, “Why not?”

“I’m… err… busy tomorrow…” He said timidly.

“Really?” I asked, clearly not convinced, “With what?”

“It’s private… by the way… you get a day off tomorrow…” That was the fifth time he’d said that this month… it was unusual.

“All right,” Tomorrow was Thursday, “See you Friday then…”

“See you Friday…” He was acting more and more suspicious… sometimes I’d heard rumors about him… from the neighborhood kids…

Three days ago, I was walking back from the store. I had just gotten some new food supplies for that night’s stew, I was going to be working late. Since, technically today was my day off. I wanted to keep working and nonetheless I enjoyed my job. As I was walking back, I heard some kids whispering in the nearby ice-cream parlor.

“Hey, did you hear the rumor?” One of them said.

“What rumor?” The second one sounded mildly frightened.

I heard a small female voice answer, “Don’t worry Dante, It’s probably nothing… right?”

“Oh, but it isn’t… let’s talk about it somewhere more private… C’mon Belle, and you too jelly-legs!”

I heard them moving and the sound of Dante complaining about how his seat was already warm and he didn’t want to move to a cold one… kids… anyway, I walked inside and saw that had moved to the back-row of seats. I ordered a small sundae, to not look suspicious and sat three seats over.

“So what’s the rumor James?” Said a small blonde girl, probably Belle. There were only three of them…

“Ok,” James said in a hushed voice, “So get this… you know the bookstore on the corner of the park?”

“Yeah…” The others said.

“Well, I went over there once and met the guy there… something… Wallgreen…” He said. I stopped eating my sundae, Wallgreen? Surely he didn’t mean //Mr.Wallgreen?// I began eating more listening intently.

“Well apparently he //ATE// his last business partner…” He said dramatically.

The others were listening to his every word, “And?”

“And, he ate him on a holiday… Christmas… the same thing happened to all his other employees. Rumor has it that he changes on holidays… he become vicious and cruel… and he //goes through a stage…//” He said for effect.

“W-what king o-of stage?” He said obviously terrified.

“I TELL YOU… IN THE NEXT PART!!!” He screamed at your computer screen.

The end

“Mr.Wallgreen… What happened?”

He growled, “I told you to leave at eight…”

I backed into the corner, “No… please…”

The End

Reflections

A few years ago I lived in a small college town in the mountains. Me and a few friends had this nice set up where we all lived in the same house, not like a rental or anything, but a house one of us had in our family. It was a new house, built around 2004 or so, but I think I remember hearing that there were some tenants renting out the place before we moved in, a fraternity or something. In random places throughout the house, you could still find their Greek letters drawn into the rafters or in some small obscure place under the sink. In a way I appreciated that they had left those small letters around. A kind of a way to mark that they had been there, that the house held importance to them as well as it would to us. When we moved in in the summer of 2009, it was barren. No furniture to speak of, no food or shampoo bottles, the little things that over time make a house a home. We were able to wrangle together a small couch, beds for each of us, and stocked the place with some summer provisions to hold us over until our financial aid refund dispersed in the fall. As we explored the house, we found that one of the previous tenants had left a light bulb in one of the upstairs bedrooms. We flicked the light switch and the room was flooded with this red light. My friend, I’ll call her Olivia, made a grimace at the light and I followed in suit, then we both started to laugh. It was creepy and unsettling, but nothing horrifying. It was kind of funny, actually, that the only thing left there for us was this red light bulb in the bedroom. We joked, and for a few months we called it the Murder Room. My room was directly next to the Murder Room. After some time, the other roommates, I’ll call them Elaina and Lewis, came in to help set things up. However, Lewis and Olivia both had summer jobs back home, so Elaina and I settled in for the next three months of relative isolation. She had the room directly down the hall from me, with the bathroom between us in the hall.One weekend, Elaina went down to see Lewis and left me to the house by myself. If you’ve ever stayed in a new house or apartment by yourself for a few days, you can understand how creepy it is on your own. But I made it work. I turned on all the lights, and watched some Monty Python, Shin Chan, any sort of ridiculous comedy I could think of to lighten the mood. As I sat on the couch downstairs, I figured that I was up for a little scare. I mean, sometimes scaring yourself is a ton of fun, and hey, I didn’t need to be up in the morning for anything. So I gathered my courage and popped in a copy of Paranormal Activity. After maybe the second act, I decided that, no, I was in fact not up for a little scare. I switched it off and went back to Monty Python. About halfway through the second episode of the night, a piercing noise began to screech though the empty house. I jumped up from my seat and looked around in a mild panic. For no reason whatsoever, all of the fire alarms in the house started going off at once. They were in perfect sync, alarms in stereo, and I ran into the kitchen to see if I had forgotten some food I had started cooking earlier that night. The stove was bare. I looked around, trying to find the source of the alarm, but there was no smoke anywhere in the house. Then, just as they had started, they stopped. Jarred, but with apparently nothing else to investigate, I went back to the living room, and resumed watching my shows. About a half hour later, the alarms rounded again, this time not quite as in sync as before. Fueled by paranoia and thoroughly impressed by what I had seen in Paranormal Activity, I ran over and grabbed a pool stick from the corner of the room. You know. To fight demons. Then, the alarms stopped again. Deciding that I was done with the nonsense, I switched off the TV and went upstairs to bed. I brought the pool stick with me. You know. To fight demons. I slept with it in my bed that night. The alarms never went off again. When Elaina came home, I had told her about what had happened, and she laughed it off. She said that the batteries were probably all dying, and the alarms were going off to alert us to that fact. I smiled and agreed that that was probably what had happened. But it was odd. All of the alarms going off at the same time would mean that the batteries had to have been put into all of the alarms at the exact same time as well. And wouldn’t they continue to alarm throughout the night? I don’t know. Honestly, I haven’t been around smoke detectors so intimately, so I wouldn’t know if that was the case. Still, it was creepy. That house had a creepy air in it for a while, until we managed to paint the rooms and make it our own. But we were fools, and watched horror movies all night and so whether through psychology or actuality, the house retained is creepy aura. It didn’t help that that was also the summer that I had discovered what a super-story (A really scary story) was. That was also when the first season of Marble Hornets was in full swing. You know, when it was good. I watched a few episodes and ran down the hall, yelling, “Elaina! Slenderman is coming to get you!” She would yell back, “Whatever! I hate you!” and it was all good fun. About a month later, maybe around the end of July, I started reading things about mirrors. It was also around this time that I had read the Tulpa, a really good super-story, if you haven’t read it I recommend it. Anyway, I decided, on a whim, to try to scare myself again. I got a full body mirror, set it up against the wall (the wall I shared with the Murder Room mind you) and I stared at the reflection. The mirror seemed to be steady enough, so I decided that it was time to experiment. I had read people daring others on online to do this. You set up a mirror, turn off all the lights and close the door, and just stare at your reflection. Seemed harmless enough. No bogus bloody Mary chant, no flicking the lights on and off, just sit and stare. So I did. I turned off the lights, sat down, and stared. It was weird at first, just sitting and looking at yourself. But I sat steadily, and stared at my own reflection with a blank face. I moved slightly to one side, and of course my reflection followed me. But then I just sat there. Still as a stone. And I stared. I looked directly into my reflection’s eyes. The pupils widened, as my own did to adjust to the darkness. I mean, everyone had always said I had beautiful eyes, so I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. But I sat there. Silently and still. About 15 minutes passed. We were still. And it was then that I thought my mind had started to play ticks on me. My arm would twitch, and I would see the reflection move before I had registered that I had twitched. I knew that I was in control, but it didn’t stop my mind from wandering. I was a little uncomfortable the way I was sitting, so I adjusted myself, and the reflection followed my lead. But, after I had stopped moving, it was a little like he kept moving his feet, just a little, barely perceivable. I stayed there, and stared. A few times, I broke eye contact to examine the reflection, to see if anything was off, and I could have sworn that it never took its eyes off of me. I couldn’t be sure though, because when I looked back at the face, it was staring at me, just as it should have been. My attention shifted to the mouth. I knew I wasn’t making an expression, but it almost seemed like the reflection had the slightest frown, the kind of frown you make when you’re forced to be around people you don’t like. As I watched, the reflection’s head tilted, just a little, and my eyes darted back to meet its eyes. Nothing. No movement other than my own again. I was growing uncomfortable. Animals will sometimes stare down their foes, making eye contact as a sort of challenge. They wait for the other to make the first move. I thought about what might happen if I moved. Would the reflection lash out against the glass, ready to strike? I knew it wouldn’t but I still didn’t want to move. My mind wandered to the other possibility. What if it moved first? There are some very old superstitions about mirrors. Some say that it is bad luck to catch sight of your reflection while sitting by candle light. Some traditions hold that any mirrors in a room where someone has recently died must be covered so that their soul would not become trapped behind the glass. One of the most common beliefs, though, is that to see one’s reflection, you see your own soul. I couldn’t shake the notion that whatever this was I was seeing could not be my soul. It just seemed too foreign, and it seemed to be growing more hostile. Something about it was wrong. I decided that I had had enough of it, and I stood up to turn on the lights and rejoin my friend down the hall. As I stood, I dared not break eye contact. As I got to my feet, I thought, who is really moving, who is reacting. I turned on the light, and I sighed in relief. I slowly turned the mirror around to face the wall, and there it stayed. In the back of my mind, I wondered if the reflection ever came back, looking for me again only to see the blank wall it was now facing. School came back into session not too long after that. Friends came back and life resumed as normal. A few years later, it came time for me to move out. As I packed up my belongings, I intentionally left the mirror for last. While I was downstairs, Elaina called to me from the window, and asked if I was going to take it. I came back upstairs to grab the last object, and as I turned it around, I froze. The mirror was cracked. A long, thin crack, across the lower half of the mirror, right where I had been sitting those years ago. I smiled, and told her she could keep it.

Money Poem: I believe that this poem symbolizes that money can't buy everything, But mainly it show that money can buy everything you want. But nothing you NEED.

Monkey’s Paw Prediction

I predict that what will happen is that the son will probably wish for money and something bad will happen. Then after this happens one of the others will probably wish that the bad thing didn’t happen. After this the sergeant said that the wish would be changed and made bad, so the bad thing that happened will probably be fixed. But, The thing that happened will probably be changed in some way to make it bad or evil. Then they’ll wish that they never had encountered the monkey’s paw in the first place.

Dialogue

“Hey Luke?” “Yes, what is it?” “I don’t think this is such a good idea…” “Oh come on…” I sighed and looked her straight in the eye, “Sarah, I’ve done this so many times with so many people as much as five. How’s two people any worse?” She sighed and stared at the ground, “I don’t know, maybe just cold feet?” I shrugged, “Probably, Are you ready?” She nodded and followed me inside the store “Yeah” “Now what should we grab?” “Don’t know… this is my first tome doing something like this…” She said meekly I put my hand on her shoulder, “Sarah…” “Sorry, Can’t we just go grab a bite to eat?” I nodded, “All right” We walked back outside and I asked her, “Where do you want to go?” She scratched her head, “Not sure. How about we go to Sammy’s?” “Sure.” Sammy’s was a local pizza place that was fairly cheap. “Let’s go.” We walked for about four to five minutes and arrived at Sammy’s I opened the door and fingered a Twenty in my pocket, “After you.” She smiled and walked inside as we took in the various aromas, “Smells great.” “Yeah it does.” I looked at the order board, “So what do you want to get?” She shrugged and said, “Surprise me.” And she went to go grab a table.

Nothing to LAUGH About… Part 1

It started on that one night… It was cold and raining and my sister and her friends were upstairs laughing and giggling. Doing who knows what. My name is Luke and I was eight years old when this happened, I was bored so I decided to go upstairs and bug the girls. (Like any other reasonable guy) I started to open the door slowly and it was quickly shut. “Luke!” My sister Sarah practically yelled, “You know your not to interrupt me and my friends!” “Sorry” I said sheepishly “I was bored” She sighed on the other side of the door, “Sorry, Hey can you get us something like a toy?” “What kind of toy?” “Something weird and creepy…” “Ok” Strange request even for my sister. I went into my room and dug around for a little bit and I found this creepy clapper monkey that used to scare the heck out of me. I shuddered and remembered that creepy way it used to clap and laugh. It had the name “Giggles” on the back. I went upstairs and I heard more giggling and high-pitched laughing, man… I was bored… so bored. Oh well, I got to the top of the stairs and I knocked on the door. The laughing stopped and my sister opened the door. My sister is tall and she has long black hair and green eyes, I looked past her and I saw her friends drawing a circle with weird symbols on the ground in chalk. I was about to say something, but my sister moved in the way and she said, “You have something creepy?” I handed her Giggles and she smiled and said, “This is perfect!” She hugged me, which is pretty rare in the world of my sister “No problem., Hey can I watch T.V?” “Sure” Our parents were out for the night and left my sister in charge (HORRIBLE idea). I went downstairs and I turned on the T.V and started to watch “Tom and Jerry” which is pretty much the only show I watch. I heard some weird… chanting going on upstairs. I was bored out of my mind and I’d already seen the episode… //twice.// So I snuck upstairs again and I cracked open my sister’s door and I saw my sister holding something like a torch and the other girls were muttering some strange words and my sister was almost yelling, “Demon! I bring you into this world and I give you form! May you attack the first person you see” When she finished the monkey was staring DIRECTLY at me and I saw a faint red gleam in its eyes and my sister threw a small rag over it. “Yes! This thing will be the best prank ever! Who should we use it on first?” One of the girls raised her hand and said, “What about your ex?” I saw a slightly crazy gleam in her eyes cause her “ex” had said some really messed up thing about her when they broke up… or so I heard. “Good Idea it’ll mess with him, ooh! It’ll chase him!” The girls around her started to laugh hysterically and I was kind of freaked out so I decided to go back and watch T.V. Later, I decided to watch the new SpongeBob...

1st Post Horror Story: A real

NIGHTMARE

I woke up in the middle of the night and I was confused because I always wake up for a reason. I was thirsty so I decided to go for a drink of water, Luckily my house is pretty small so I can walk to the kitchen in two seconds flat. I yawned and walked to the kitchen and I got a glass out of the cupboard. Just before I closed it I thought I saw something, like a small red eye. I thought I was seeing things because I wasn’t you know, AWAKE. So I distinguished it as my imagination, I walked to the sink to get some tap water. As I was filling my glass I heard a loud THUMP! I turned around and I saw a flash of something. I almost dropped my glass, but I managed to hold onto it. I decided I wasn’t that thirsty anymore so I decided to go to bed. As I left the kitchen I heard a sound like a dog drinking water. I balled my fists and put them up as I walked to the kitchen [even though I knew they weren’t much use it was better than nothing]. As I walked in I reached toward the light-switch and of course it doesn’t turn on. Typical, so I grabbed a flashlight out of the junk drawer and switched it on. I waved it around and I didn’t see anything, as I was looking around I looked at the table I had left my glass on. The glass was on its side and emptied. I was freaked out as I walked toward it something grabbed me on the shoulder, I yelled and swung my flashlight like a sword in the general direction. It connected and I heard a deep guttural growl. I was panting I’ve never been this sacred. No scratch that. I was HORRIFIED, as I decided to go to bed and hide under the covers something grabbed me. I wasn’t able to move at all, so I turned my head to look at the thing. I wish I hadn’t… It was covered in hair… darker than black hair… with two red eyes staring right back at me. And they were hungry… right before I was about to scream it dragged me at high-speed down the hall and into my bedroom and the door slammed. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. As this happened I woke up and looked around my room expecting to see that… thing… I looked around and had a sigh of relief, WOW that was one of my most realistic nightmares. I smiled to myself and I looked at the ceiling and I couldn’t really see anything. Weird… it was darker than the rest of the ceiling… wait a minute. I felt a dap of liquid drop on my cheek I put my finger to it and I felt something warm and sticky on my cheek. I looked back at the ceiling and I saw the two red eyes… I saw a set of gleaming rowed shark-like teeth and they smiled at me. This time I opened my mouth to scream and it was heard…

4. describe a made up nightmare

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Hey guys! another horror story!!!

<span style="background-color: #aaffaa; color: #008800; display: inline !important;">I had trouble sleeping

A few years ago, my friend and me would stay up super late to beat each other’s record of staying up. First we started at twelve am, wasn’t hard. This continued until we got to 5 am and I got tired of it (pun intended), I decided to go for the ultimate record. // I would stay up for an ** ENTIRE DAY. **// So I woke up on a weekend witch was perfect for staying up late since it was a three-day weekend. I woke up at seven am and I started my day normally, after twelve am I began my channel surfing. I stopped on nickelodeon and started to watch a Sponge Bob marathon. It was 5 am when I stopped I went to bed and I started to read a five hundred-page book. I almost fell asleep several times, but I managed to stay awake. I was already awake at 7 am and I woke my dad up with his breakfast ready. He was // very // surprised I don’t normally make breakfast or is up this early on my own. I bragged to my friend sleepily while he stared at me I awe. I went to bed at 10 pm on Saturday, and I woke up at seven on Monday! I slept for a whole day and stayed awake a whole day. I’d pretty much shattered my friends record. <span style="background-color: #aaffaa; color: #008800; display: inline !important; text-align: center;">Decided to take a break from horror stories A real NIGHTMARE: 3 The sound of murder Pt. 1

It was cold… and dark… I couldn’t see anything… all I could hear was… the screaming. Hi my name is Jane. My family and me had just moved to the sunny and beautiful brook stone bridge where it all happened. Anyway, My name is Jane and I’m a good person, I don’t understand why this all happened to me… My family moved into the third house on Angelo Drive. We had a really nice house that was two stories. I’m slightly deaf though so I use a hearing aid; I also have a radio that I’m able to tune it with. Witch is great whenever I can’t hear someone I tune it up and when I need to ignore someone I tune it down so that I can’t even hear them! Witch is very nice when it comes to my teachers and my siblings; I have two twin brothers and a 1 year old little sister. I was excited to get into middle school for the first time. At my old school everybody teased me about my hearing aid, so when my dad told me we were moving thanks to his work. It was pretty much, “sayonara suckers!” Though I would miss my friend Beth. She was the only person who didn’t tease me and we got along really well. The next day I went to middle school! I was really excited! But I didn’t know that’s where **//it would happen.//**


 * Hey guys! I decided to post another horror story! This time I added the element of SUSPENSE.**

**__FAVORITE STUFF__**

> “Percy Jackson”, And “Beyonders”. The sound OF MURDER PT.2
 * FAVORITE BOOKS: “Harry Potter”, “Cirque Du Freak”,
 * FAVORITE MOVIES: __The Thing__
 * Favorite GAMES: Borderlands 2, Call of Duty Black ops 2, Castle Crashers, Modern Warfare 3, Team Fortress 2, Assassin’s Creed 3, Terraria, Burnout Paradise, Grand Theft Auto 5, Saints Row 4, Splinter sell, Little Big Planet, __Skyrim__, Thomas Was Alone, Don’t Starve, Minecraft, Block land, Crisis 2, Mirror’s Edge, Halo, Devil May Cry, Metal Gear Solid, Half Life 2, Left for Dead, Spore, Destroy all Human, Pac-Man, Super Smash Bros., Mario, Legend of Zelda, Jetpack Joyride, Thief, Dishonored, Garry’s Mod, And Just Cause 2.
 * Favorite Places: San Diego, Mountain High, And the Beach.

AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I WAS CUT OFF. The day started like any other middle school day, kids running like maniacs to get their schedules and teachers and staff working just as fast. I walked up to one of them and got my schedule and was pushed out by the crowd of people in a blur. I was assigned a few basic classes. The first day went by fast and I made a small group of friends who were also new to the school and they all were very nice. There’s been breaking news that night apparently it’s about one of the male teachers at school’s wife. She was just recently murdered in a brutal homicide, third degree murder (third degree = brutally). She had died from multiple stab wounds; the husband (Mr. Shan) was grieving over his wife’s death and was going on a rehabilitation course. I looked at my schedule; I have Mr. Shan in my first period…

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The next day, I got up to go to school and I felt //awful.// I awoke and my stomach was disagreeing with me and my head felt like it was about to explode. I fixed my hearing aid and went to school. As I walked through the gates the feeling subsided, Thank Goodness. I walked in class and sat in my seat, in front of the teacher’s desk. Mr. Shan came in, Mr. Shan is a man in his late fifties and he looks surprisingly well after his wife’s deaf. Mr. Shan Has Short brown hair and a small (slightly-gray) stubble. Mr. Shan started class by saying, “Good Morning Class, Open your History books to page fifty-three…” My hearing aid crackled. “Ok we start in early Ro…” **//“I killed her//**//”.// Wait what? “Excuse Me?” I say aloud. Mr. Shan Stopped reading, “ Yes Jane?” Weird… “Never Mind Mr. Shan…” He starts reading again. My hearing Aid Cracks once more “**//I killed her I killed her with the knife”.//** I shudder, I look at Mr. Shan he’s looking at the book and reading aloud. Wait… Am I listening to him think?

In part three…

I’m running. He’s chasing me with the knife steam blows from a nearby pipe and I run and hide. I catch my breath; It’s only a matter of time before he finds me. My hearing aid cracks… Here’s my thinking. Sodas should be sold at school. People would like this and it would improve income. If you have a soda machine lots of kids would buy from it on a hot day. Also, It’s better than kids hiding energy drinks or sodas in their backpacks. For example, I used to have a friend named Laith and he would store two to three drinks in his backpack. Soda won’t cause harm to anyone and if it get’s out of control you can just remove the machine and put it back later. Here’s some evidence: “It's not the government's job to make decisions about what we eat and where we eat it. That's why it's a bad idea to ban soda and candy from schools.

The problem with government intervention in this area is that it erodes personal responsibility rather than encouraging it.

When the government gets involved in forcing kids to change their diet—in this case by banning soda and candy in schools—it undermines students' ability to learn how to make healthy decisions for themselves.

As anyone who has tried to lose weight is likely to tell you, going "cold turkey" and avoiding tempting foods is setting yourself up for failure, and that's exactly what banning particular foods will do. Researchers call this the "forbidden fruit theory," because we often crave things we're not allowed to have.

J. Justin Wilson Center for Consumer Freedom

(The New York Times Upfront, Vol. 142, May 10, 2010)

There’s a good example why soda should be allowed at school. The Green text is the example i used.

Percy Jackson is the best book series. First of all, it’s a very popular series and a lot of people like it nation-wide. Second of all, it has a very well built story line and lots of good humor. Also it has great descriptive detail and lots of true facts. Finally, if you read the series you can learn a lot about Greek mythology. It’s a very long book series and it’s sure to be an effective time waster and the author (Rick Riordan) has other great series he’s working on. The Percy Jackson Series has eight total books and he’s making a new one in fall. For an example of Percy’s Humor, as he was fighting a flying pig (long story) he wanted to get it to run into spikes so he’s said, “HEY PORK CHOP!” and the pig charged him and ran into the spikes. Then he commented on how he hoped and I quote, “Would meet the boar of its dreams in Tartarus”. “I ache all over,” He said. He did, too. He kept on crying and it worked all right. “You’d better go on home,” she said. So he went, He limped painfully away. He kept on limping until he got out of the schoolhouse street. Then he felt better. He still had inflammatory rheumatism pretty bad, but he could get along better. He must have done some thinking on the way home. The Sounds of MURDER FINAL PART

I was scared. I could read Mr. Shan’s thoughts? This… what? I needed to tell somebody… I could tell bobby!

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Bobby is my most trusted friend that I have at school. Plus he could keep a secret. I invited Bobby over to my house the next day (witch was Saturday). He walked through the door and he had a smile on his face. Bobby is a guy who always has a smile on his face, no matter what you’ll see him with some sort of smirk or grin. He walked in and saw me, “Hey Jane!” my parents really liked him so they were ok with him coming in and out whenever. “Hey! Uh… hey can we talk?” I said this and looked directly at him. He looked at me and for the first time I saw he frowned, “Yeah sure, What about?” I took him into my room. “Hey Bobby? Something weird is going on with me…” He looked at me confused and said, “Can I help?”. I was hoping for an answer like that, “Well… you see… I think I can hear Mr. Shan thinking…” He looked at me dead serious. “Really?” I could tell from his voice that he actually believed me (thank goodness I wouldn’t believe me…) “Yeah… Recently I can hear him thinking… I killed her with the knife…”. He looked at me with a very serious expression, “Really who’d he kill?” “I dunno,” I croaked “I’m hoping to find that out tomorrow…”

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The next day, I walked to school with Bobby. “So your telepathic?” he says this like it’s a super-power. “No. Of course I’m not telepathic…” was I? He smiles, “What number am I thinking of?” He stares me straight in the eyes and my hearing aid crackles… “**//Two-thousand two hundred twenty two and a half.”.//** I quietly repeat the number. “Wicked!” We walked through the gates and I walked to Mr. Shan’s Classroom. “O.K class, you know the drill open your texts books to page…” My hearing aid crackles “**//I killed my wife with the knife”//**. I knew it and I stared at my teacher like the monster he was. He looked at me quizzically and he though, “**//Why is she staring at me like that? What does she know?”.//** After I heard this I looked away **//“She looked away! Does she know something?”//**. The bell rang and I made my way out as I straightened my things. “Jane, wait I want to talk with you.”. I stopped dead and put a smile on my face, “Yes Mr. Shan?”. He smiled back, “Never mind.”. As I was leaving, “**//Wait Jane!//**” I turned and said, “Yes?”. But he hadn’t said anything, his lips hadn’t moved he had **thought it.**

II.

Mr. Shan took me with him into a secluded room and removed a small bag containing a kitchen knife with blood on it. I ran into the basement of the school. He chased after me with the knife as I ran. I hid in a small area and my hearing aid cracked and I was looking through his EYES it was like I was him. He walked pass my hiding place and I started to walk back I made a wrong turn and I turned around to see Mr. Shan behind me. I backed up but not too far, there was an electric box. I saw him swing the knife before he did and I ducked. He was electrocuted.

III.

Mr. Shan was discovered the next day and so was his funeral. He was found with the murder weapon so it was considered suicide. I was there and as the casket was carried by me my hearing aid cracked, “ **//I’ll get you back!//**”. And then I screamed.

The purpose of English Class so far

Claim: The purpose of English class so far is to teach us how to write a good persuasive essay. Evidence: We’ve been doing TONS of two paragraph essays. Also Mr. Moss told us that he’s going to give us a lot of two paragraph writings before we’re going to tackle the big project. The big project is five-paragraph writing. Most of our homework has also been two paragraph write up’s. We’ve done a two paragraph write up from a third-person view. We’ve also done a lot of two paragraph typing in class. I’ve typed up multiple horror stories. I’ve typed several various stories and I’m currently working on a new one. All of the stories are roughly above 300 words and had a lot of thought put into them. We’ve also been reading a lot of articles and writing up on those. Mr. Moss also told us at the beginning of the year that the purpose of English class is to learn to write a good persuasive essay.

Creepy Crawlers

His name was Max.

Max was a kid who recently moved to the sunny town of San Diego. He moved there with his parents and his little sister. Max loved bugs, he had a pet tarantula and he always kept it with his. He named it Sera; He always loved to play with it. Playing with it included putting it in his sister’s room among her stuffed animals and watches the fun. He wasn’t a mean kid he just liked the occasional joke. Anyways, after three weeks of living there he started to get used to it. He had lots of new friends at his new school and Sera was really happy too… except for one thing… Sera was eating a lot more than she usually did and she didn’t eat much as a tarantula. Her appetite was growing and one time max saw that one time she was looking at him to eat! But max wasn’t scared… though… he should have been… Creepy Crawlers PART TWO

Max… he was very foolish. Not the point… so as he went to school his spider started to get bigger and her appetite grew larger everyday. Finally, Max noticed a small silk cocoon in the corner and he was elated. His parents were very happy for him and they celebrated the following night with Max’s favorite food, Pizza. Max was very happy for his spider Sera and he gave her a worm, which he saved for her special occasions. Sera was pretty happy and immediately with such speed grabbed the worm and scarfed it down instantly. Max was very surprised and did not believe that sera could move that fast. The next day max woke up and found a few small black specks in the cage on the glass, after a closer look max determined that they were baby spiders. Max was extremely happy so he put in three worms. Sera ate two and her babies ate the one left over. Max saw that they grew fast and had huge appetites and soon more and more babies came. Max practically had a whole colony and he fed them worms everyday. Soon max ran out of worms and the spiders grew restless max left that day to go and get more food for them.

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When max got back he discovered that there was no sign of his family. Max shrugged and got to his spiders. As he walked to his room he smelled something foul… like… rotting flesh… when he got to his room he gasped. The cage for the spiders was open and he saw three cocoon on the ceiling and boney hand coming from them. He looked down and he saw me… Sera… and I was the last thing he did see. Max was a very nice boy and he cared for me for a long time. He was delicious… The mannequin is coming...

Say no to steroids

Claim: I believe that you should refuse to take steroids. Evidence: Steroids are very bad for your mental and physical health. Taking steroids is also illegal and are used as a form of cheating in sports. They make you strong and your muscles will grow rapidly, but you will have many negative side effects. Like I was saying earlier steroids can affect your mental health, you’ll begin to suffer from depression, irrational thinking, and fits of rage. They will also affect your health negatively and they aren’t worth it. Taking steroids put you and the people around at risk. The fits of rage might have you hurt somebody. Or the depression and irrational thinking will make you think about suicide. All in all taking steroids won’t help you steroids aren’t meant to be used and they are a form of doping. So if somebody offers you some say no.

The mannequin

My name is Jodie. I live in San Diego and I have a daughter Ryan, the father is never around to see her and I haven’t seen him for a while. That doesn’t matter, so my daughter is in the third grade and she almost has above B’s in all her classes. One night, she brought her English grade up to an A so I let her watch TV as long as she liked last night. The next morning, Ryan thanks me for carrying her to bed. “Ryan? I didn’t carry you to bed.” “Yeah you did, right after I fell asleep.” I look at her quizzically and decide to buy a camera to see who’s the sleepwalker. I walk into best buy and get a camera installed in the living and point it ay the TV. Ryan’s SpongeBob marathon is on tonight.

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That night. “Good night Ryan.” “Night mom”

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When I woke up it was Saturday, I walked to Ryan’s room to see she was in bed. I walked to my computer and turned it on, I went to the camera and found that in the footage and found Ryan asleep. It was on the episode with the worm, my favorite. I love it when Patrick says, “Why don’t we take bikini bottom and move it somewhere else?”. So funny, so as I watched the episode I noticed something was different. There was a random mannequin in the crowd, then Patrick’s big line came up. “How about we take the mannequin push it into Ryan’s world?” So as I watched they pushed the mannequin through the screen and it popped out of the TV. It stood and looked at Ryan and smiled with a small mouth, Like the kind of smile that a mother gives her child. So it carried her up the stairs and I froze it could still be in her room. So as I watched the mannequin came back into the room and stared at the camera. It gave me the same petite smile and it’s head got closer to the camera. As it opened it’s mouth I saw rows of shark-like teeth and then… AHHHDFIUDUIABDHBAHSBHDFB