Monday, February 27, 2012
jack and jill.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to catch a pale of water. But the real story hides behind these four sentences. they really wanted to get the pale of water cause they were in love, yes, in love. but they were step brother and sister. they had to go somewhere where their parents wouldnt look and so they wouldnt get caught. the parent had gotten supice and decied to follow them. one day fjack and jill layed with eachother for a while but then jack say his mom! he booked it for the pale of water and down the hill. his mom had yet to see him but jill was a little confused after see had realized it, she started to run too. Jill right behind then, but then jack slipped and jill tripped on jack. the mom can over the hill and saw that jack had fallen and the crown had pentrated his heart. jack passed away that night and jill went right after.
Friday, February 24, 2012
this is the story so far..
BOY- Once was a boy, he was like 10. Hes always wanted a date. But there was no way of him dating at age 10. So off to school he went, as he grew up he meant this girl, he had gone to jr high with her, and now they go to the same high school. He was really in love with her, since the day he set eyes on her. But he had no clue on how to ask her out on a date, every time they meant eyes, he melted.But she would always look away with out any expression.
GIRL- Once was a girl, she was like 10. Shes always wanted a date, but there was no way of her dating at age 10. When she started school, she flirted with all the guys, but there was always this one guy who seemed to spark an interest in her.
BOY- He tired to get her attention, but other guys where always, all over her. So he had an idea to try a dating service. He saw it in the news paper and it said, “Dating Services, all kinds of singles. 801-736-2222” Over hearing Kenzi talking to her friends on what they wanted to do this weekend.
GIRL- She saw him in the halls, at lunch, and after school. She tried to forget about him, because he would never want anything to do with a girl like her. Sure, she was pretty, smart, and all around a great girl...but John would never like her. She was too ordinary.
BOY- He sprinted home and printed out 1000 copies of the dating service. He put it on her locker and everywhere she might pass hoping she would go Friday night. As she was walking up to the sign, someone jumped in front of her, ripped the sign off and showed it to their friends.
GIRL- ‘Oh well, I guess I need to move on,’ she thought one day. ‘I’m sure I can find someone just as great as him.’ She was in 2nd period and the bell rang to get out. Naturally, everyone crowded for the door, but Kenzi decided to wait for a bit. After the hallway cleared a little, she started towards her locker. From about ten feet away, she could see that someone had stuck a paper of some sort on her locker door. Right as she was about to approach her locker, someone came out of nowhere, ripped the paper off, and ran away.
BOY- Dear Dairy, John here. She hasn’t seen the paper yet.. It’s Tuesday and the dating service starts on Friday! What happens if she doesn’t see it, then I will have no chance with her! Well I’m off to print some more, maybe I will try to put it in her locker tomorrow?
GIRL- ‘How rude!’ she thought. ‘Oh well, I guess it couldn’t have been that important. I’m fairly certain that it was not a love note!’ The next day, as Kenzi was on her way to fifth period Geometry class, and she saw another note! This time it was on a poster in the hallway. Since it was the same paper that was on her locker, she absolutely needed to see what it said!
BOY- Dear Dairy, John here, again. She hasn’t seen the paper still! Its now Wednesday and I even tried to put it in her locker, but it ended up not even being her locker, I have two days to get her to go. Whatever, I can do this.
--its not finished yet.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Assassination or just a cover up?
I am going to attempt to write a fictional story of the assassination of John F. Kennedy.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
monkey abduction-prinecess slasher- bromance love trangle.
Princess was sitting up in her tower, anger growing out of her ears. She had been waiting for someone to come and save her for the past 66 years. She have had enough, she threw open the door, ripping the henges right off. Marched down the stairs, grabbed the sword she had found on the ground and was off to finish her life.
Mean while off in Texas, monkeys were at it again, "PETE, STEVEN, AND APPLE. THAT IS ENOUGH." yelled their mom. As the Apple and Steven keep fighting, Pete intrupted and told them both to meet in his room. Pete had declared that, him and his sibblings needed to get out of the house, that they needed to explore, "we are too old, to not have seen the even half of the world! We must end this tonight, tonight we will be leaving, to go save the princess!"
Apple and Steven answered, "Yeah!"
As their mom softly opens the door, her eyes blood shot red and her hair uncombed she whispered, "please go to your rooms and take a nap. Its time to be quite."
The monkeys hobbled off to their rooms taking on last look at their mom, not knowing when they would see her again and then was off to pack.
While the monkeys where taking their nap the boys had yet to wake up from their partying the night before. Nick, James, and Justin all sound asleep, then BANG BANG BANG; a knock on the door, the all jumped up, wiped their eyes...
not finished.
Mean while off in Texas, monkeys were at it again, "PETE, STEVEN, AND APPLE. THAT IS ENOUGH." yelled their mom. As the Apple and Steven keep fighting, Pete intrupted and told them both to meet in his room. Pete had declared that, him and his sibblings needed to get out of the house, that they needed to explore, "we are too old, to not have seen the even half of the world! We must end this tonight, tonight we will be leaving, to go save the princess!"
Apple and Steven answered, "Yeah!"
As their mom softly opens the door, her eyes blood shot red and her hair uncombed she whispered, "please go to your rooms and take a nap. Its time to be quite."
The monkeys hobbled off to their rooms taking on last look at their mom, not knowing when they would see her again and then was off to pack.
While the monkeys where taking their nap the boys had yet to wake up from their partying the night before. Nick, James, and Justin all sound asleep, then BANG BANG BANG; a knock on the door, the all jumped up, wiped their eyes...
not finished.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Sarcasm.
Sarcasm-
He walks with pride, planting each foot directly in front of each other. His voice, full of confidence his head is held high and his chest out he’s slowly trapping you with his three best friends right by his side, Love, Confusion, and Hatred; Hatred on the left, Love on the right while Confusion stays behind. Hes slick and is not easy to find but once he enters the room you’ll know hes there.
There are three ways to use sarcasm to your benefit and that’s by choosing to stand by Mrs. Love. But if you use sarcasm wrongly, Confusion finds you, when confusion has found you, your blinded. He blinds you with fog and mist; and not even glasses could help. While you stumble closer and closer to Hatred, he sneaks up and snatches you. You can fight back, but there’s no point, you cant escape through his arms. His obsession for you eats you alive little by little. After that you were just his last meal, but if you get lucky enough maybe you can get thrown into his collection.
Sarcasm didn't always use to be like this, but his past has made him into him. At night Sarcasm lives despair and restlessness. His thoughts racing faster then a race horse. Though he was hurt when he was little, Sarcasm cant hurt a soul, he must love and hate at the same time, and that's where his friends come in. Sarcasm will never die and neither will his confusion.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Dont buy pickles,?
Fearly she fights to buy food. For her sick giraffe that has thee stomach infection that was painful and it smelled lovey and it tasted like grape fruit. It licked my toe, and it consumed by satin. Then it punched me hard because it doesn’t like rabies, so what it left my heart in the morning, and died. It rotted in the bushes; tomorrow i will not buy a pickle for him, the end.
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