Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Ideas, By Rhiannon Cordova

An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea.
-Buddha
I like this because it makes me want to do something about the ideas I get, and to fulfill my potential. Always remember that no idea is a bad idea and that if you develop your's it might just be the best thing that happens to you. (:

2nd Place Winner!

Congratulations to Amanda for taking 2nd place in the Murray City Halloween Literary Contest!

Spook Machine
By Amanda Johansson

Black night, black cats.
Wonders all around.
White moon, white ghosts.
But there’s not a sound.
walking in the streets
With none but a candy bag.
Down a dark and dank alley,
I come across a hag.
She whispers to me
fearful words which are mean.
But I'm not afraid,I'm the Spook Machine.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

My first paragraph for my essay,any comments welcomed Berkley L Mitchell

Abortion
What is our life? A play of passion, our mirth the music of division, our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, that sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, only we die in earnest, that's no jest by Sir Walter Raleigh. This essay will demonstrate a few ideas and beliefs social associates with abortion. When does life begin, is it at conception, is it at birth. Was a child every alive, if it never took a breath? Rights of the mother or rights of the unborn? Does God make junk, or was every child sent here for a reason?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Three Top Grammer Mistakes by Allie Neff

I think the three top mistakes in grammer are:
-Using capitalization wrong
-Spelling words wrong
-Knowing where to put punctuations

Do you agree?

Friday, October 23, 2009

Grammar Pet Peeves By: Tessa Yates

1. Sentence Fragments

Ex: After Sasha won the competition.
Correction: After Sasha won the competition, she went to Chucky Cheese.

2. Not capitalizing proper nouns

Ex: My family traveled to europe in april.
Correction: My family traveled to Europe in April.

3. Using words incorrectly

Ex: The lions watched they're prey escape.
Correction: The lions watched their prey escape.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

3 of my Biggest Grammar Pet Peeves by Brynn N Hall

My biggest grammar pet peeves are-

When people use "txt talk"
ex: OMG, ILY, TTYL, BRB,
correction: Oh my gosh, I love you, Talk to you later, Be right back

When people shorten words that shouldnt be shortened
ex: tlkin, u, r,
correction: talking, you, are

When people say.
ex: "that was the most funniest"
correction: "that was the funniest" or "that was the most fun"

What do you think?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

A Halloween Shape Poem by Dallas Anderson

It's
Halloween!
Spooks
and ghosts
are howling.
Bags are heavily filled with an abundance of candy,
And you recognize your neighbors Matt, Carl, and Mandy.
The candy is yummy, it gives you a buzz, it makes you go crazy,
That's what it does. All the lights are turned off and all the candy
Is gone, The night is peaceful, from dusk until dawn. Then there's
A sound that makes you go jumping, It's the sound of someone's
Feet thump, thump, thumping! There's a scream on the street and
My heart jumps out! I wanted to yell but nothing came out! My
fear was so great that I was shaking, I forgot about the
midnight snack I was making. Then all of a sudden
I woke up from my dreams. The kids outside
are yelling "Happy Halloween!"

I hope you have a spooktacular Halloween!
Dallas Anderson

Quote from "26 Ways to Fail" By Jasmine Crespo

"It will always get worse before it gets better Sam. If not I'd be worried about the world."
-Lilly

"The Kiss" By Jasmine Crespo

This is a really cool quote I found in art today. The painting is by Edvard Munch, and so is the quote.

"When they were brought together, suddenly a single musical note went through them both-- and became one" - Edvard Munch

"The Kiss" 1897

My Biggest Grammar Pet Peeves by Dallas Anderson

I think the top three grammar mistakes on written papers are:

1. Using words in the wrong order.
Example: Me and my friends played night games together.
Corrected example: My friends and I played night games together.

2. Using incomplete sentences.
Example: His dog ate that food fast.
Corrected example: Wow! Chris's dog ate that food faster than a cow!

3. Not capatalizing words.
Example: my friends and i went to see toy story 3.
Corrected example: My friends and I went to see Toy Story 3.

Dallas Anderson

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Ellie Dow's grammar problems

1. Text Talk
2. Similar sounding words
3. Not Capitalizing

Grammar Pet Peeves Sierra Iams

My three grammar pet peeves are:
-capitalization errors; (incorrectly done): i am so excited that aly is coming.
(correctly done) I am so excited that Aly is coming.

-text talk (incorrectly): We are waiting here 4 u.
(correctly): We are waiting here for you.

-incomplete sentences (incorrectly): He was wanting to tell you it.
(correctly): He was wanting to tell it to you.

A Summary of Chapter One of "26 Ways to Fail" By Jasmine Crespo ( Comment on this one please!)

A is for “Archery”-
Today is the start of my talent journal, for that reason, I’m going to date my entries.
June 5,
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I’m going to try archery. It shouldn’t be too hard. I’m now writing in my friend Jesse’s dad’s truck because Jesse convinced him to take us to archery classes. Jesse is psyched but I’m personally terrified. I’ve never tried anything like this in my life. There’s a first time for everything, right? This could be my hidden talent, my one shining moment, but just in case; here is my will. I’d like to thank my mom for giving birth to me, and she can have everything except for this journal I want her to burn it. I want to tell Shelby I will still hate/love her even when I’m dead, I will also haunt her and cut off her pigtails in her sleep. Tell Zach that “Borne Naked” can play at my funeral. I’d like Lilly, Jesse, and Kevin at my funeral. I think that is it. I hope before I die I at least find my talent.
As that was not depressing just cautionary, I’d like to move on. It is almost time for me to put this down and try the first thing on my list.
-- (Later)
Okay, Way #1 to fail
#1- Don’t listen to your instructor, also if you can, somehow make the arrow ricochet off the target and hit the instructors toupĂ© . If you didn’t get in enough trouble, try to help him and manage to set him on fire.
Oh, yes this is all true. Every last word. I was busy staring at a pretty girl that was sitting in front of me when the instructor was giving directions. Here is what I was hearing/thinking, “Make sure not to (Blah, Blah, Her hair is so silky, she smells good too, I wonder if she would go out with me. I wonder what her name is. She looks like an Amber. I wish she would turn around and look at me. I love you Amber, love you...)
Blah, blah, blah. Okay! Got it? Follow these simple rules and no one will get hurt.”
So I just winged it instead of asking Jesse. Sometimes I don’t think and that is why this happened. I aimed the bow and arrow, a pretty easy task right? I gently let go of the arrow; it looked like it was going straight but it bounced off the target and ricochet into the instructors hairpiece. His face then turned a fiery red and he hollered at me and told me I was banned for life from this facility.
One down twenty- five to go. On another note, it seems that Jesse did wonderfully at arching and was put at top of the class. I know he wants to brag but he knows it will make me feel bad. Turns out that Jesse also got that pretty girl’s number; and he told me that her name was indeed Amber. Maybe my talent is naming people! Let’s see, anyone who would ever read this is probably named reader! I’m good right? I’m getting more organized. Here is a chart of my success/failure so far.
Talent Date Success Failure
A- Archery June 5 N/A x

Grammer Errors Mckenzie Stauffer

i can not beleive that we are going to france. i am so exceted.
The grammer errors that i think everyone has trouble with are capitalization, punctuation, and missspellings

Three Gramatical Errors By Jasmine Crespo

hi, if im tlkng 2 fast 4 u, just say so. if i dont make cents, just txt bck! lol, omg, brb.
what is hapening 2 ur generation? txting has controlled us.
sincerly,
-J@$M!N3 CR3SPO

Depressing Poem, Marisa B.

Shattered
Shattered I lie

Like a bird who can't fly

Scattered far and wide

I wish just to die

You decived me

I fell for the lie

The glass shattered

You left me, broken

Scarred form the shards pleas,

Lock me in,

Forget the key

Shattered I lie


Just leave me to die
This is one of my more morbid poems, but it's still fun to write. By the way my mom thinks that you might think that I'm suicidal. I'm not.

Silence By Jasmine Crespo

Silence-
Is anything really silent?
There is the beat of your heart,
The thoughts in your mind,
The song in your heart.
Do any of these things qualify as
Silence?
I sit and wonder
in silence?
Is true silence really silence,
or the absence of a loud sound?
Is silence really quiet?
The absence of noise?
Sound?
Vibration?
Silence is a state of mind that is
Never
Truely,
Silent.

3 Grammar Mistakes by Taylor Tomlinson

1. No indented paragraphs
2. Not capitalizing the pronoun I
3. Bad comma usage

Bad sentence: i hate running, therefore i am normal apparently.
Corrected: I hate running because I am normal apparently.

Top Three Grammar Mistakes, Marisa B.

1. Misplacing punctuation.
2. Capitalization
3. Run on sentences.
Sentence: I tried running but it was no use. My time had come.
Corrected: I tried running, but it was no use; my time had come.

By the way I'm horrible at grammar so any suggestions to help me remember them would be great!

Grammar Pet Peeves by Kyleigh Cooper

I'm not much of a writer but when I read other people's papers I notice immediately what they have done wrong concerning their grammar. The grammar mistakes I dislike and make me cringe are.... when people don't capitalize proper nouns, fragment sentences that have no purposeful meaning, words used like ain't, gonna, wanna and those that don't know the proper usage of their, there and they're.

Top 3 Grammar Mistakes (Bellwork) By Alysann Flower

1. Wrong punctuation on sentences.

2. Forgets to Capitalize I

3. Writing incomplete sentences.

dana soweidan greatest pleasure

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.

The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.

these are some funny quotes i thought of hahaha =)

a quote by dana soweidan

It's true that we don't
know what we've got until
we lose it, but it's also true that
we don't know
what we've
been
missing
until it
arrives.

Grammar Mistakes by Peter Rosen

Me and them, hate grammar mistakes, i hate.

Make any sense?

Demon's Eye stuff by Peter Rosen

This is a dream a character has. I hope you like it.

Will was running through a dark forest. Suddenly, a bolt of black energy shot past him, barely missing his left ear. The spell hit a tree a few feet away. He watched as the tree, which had been healthy only seconds before, wilted and died. Another spell blazed past him, this one crimson red. It smashed into another tree which promptly burst into flames. A silvery bolt grazed his leg. Blood spurted from the wound.
He fell to the ground. He dragged himself onward. The spells continued to come. He dodged more bolts, but they just intensified. The pain in his leg became unbearable. He collapsed.
A figure appeared out of the darkness. Will called out for help. The figure approached him. It was an old man, slowly making his way through the looming trees of the cursed forest. The man carried a black staff with glowing red symbols that barely penetrated the darkness.
Will called out for help a second time. The man approached him and smiled a toothless smile. The man lifted his staff and brought it down onto Will’s back. Will cried out as he felt pain explode from the point where the staff made contact. The man lifted his staff and brought it down once more, all the while more bolts of energy from an unknown source exploded around them. Will lifted his hands to cast a spell, but nothing would come.
Will watched as a blue bolt of energy struck the man with the staff. The tormentor with the strange staff suddenly changed into ice. A second bolt hit the man and he shattered into a thousand pieces. Will turned around to see a dark figure standing before him.
She was tall and imposing, her deep blue eyes seemed to stare right through him. Her long black hair seemed to melt into her cloak in the darkness. A silver dagger appeared in her hand. She lifted it high above him and then drove it down toward him. It barely touched his arm, but his life seemed to drain out of him. Slowly he became weaker and weaker until finally he could feel nothing more. Then the laughter began. It drained him of hope and happiness. With one final twist of the dagger, everything went black.

Three Grammar Mistakes By Danielle Mabe

Three grammar mistakes that bug me (probably not any of you) would be spelling mistakes, I know that sometimes when I type I spell things wrong and don't check them. That might just be me but when I read the mistakes they sort of just pop out at me. Another one not really bugs me so much as it's just there, but another one is not putting a period at the end of the sentence. A final one would be not putting in the correct punctuation, like a question mark or something like that, again not so much bugs me as it is just there.

Monday, October 19, 2009

blan

I came up with this on the way home. answer the last question at the bottom after you read this by Kaleb Rasmussen

She tortures me
for reasons I don't know why
I think it's love
and yet she's certain, unwavering
She does not mean to
but she continues
torturing me
I'm close to death
and she is yet ignorant
She is bound to someone forever
She is the devil
She is an angel
She can touch me
She can look at me with loathing
I can't
I can't make myself to die
I can pull the dagger on her someone
that would make her know how I feel
but could I do that?
could I do such a thing
no, I can't
if I hurts someone she might possibly love more than me
and she gets hurt,
I will get hurt with her
if this is love
then I would rather die
but before I pull the trigger I think;
could I possibly hurt her more than she is hurting me?
could she become shriveled up?
I let go
deciding to continue torturing myself
I know I can stop this madness
I can't bring myself to do it
I look at her every day
she looks perfect
how she should be
I look at myself
I am a disaster
as I should be
I hold on to the only hope I have
that she may break up with this person and take me
that I should be hers and hers mine
I wait
in the unimportant yet perfect dungeons of Satan
hoping
yearning
for a chance
a change
that for once she might love me
that I could take her into my arms and embrace her
so I can escape from the terrors of blackness
horrors of darkness
and the total incompleteness of death
what is this?
is this death?
is this the difference between Heaven and Satan?
holding on to the hope,
the chance,
that I may be fully alive and complete.
Instead of what she is making me be.
A failure
What is this?

Oprah? By Ellie Dow

This weekend my sister had a Pumpkin party and we haven't had one in about five or more years. Anyway, it reminded me of the last one and the weird thing I did.
Ok, the Pumpkin party was pretty cool and pretty popular and one year I thought I saw Oprah. Now I know what you guys are thinking, she's crazy. But I really thought it was her and I began to freak out and try to find my parents and tell them. I yelled to everyone,"Oprah at the Pumpkin party," as loud as I could and my parents gave me the one look that says,'are you crazy Ellie? Don't scare the guests Ellie.' But I wouldn't give up on them. I grabbed them by the arm and dragged to where I supposedly saw her but when we got there, my so called Oprah was gone. I was so embarassed and felt like an idiot, and when I look back on that day, that woman looked nothing like Oprah, not in any way or form. Now my parents make fun of me every year about that. Oh well, I'm just Ellie!

Love By Berkley L Mitchell

Take my hand, and I will give you my heart.
these pale white star shine, as if beckoning us into eternity,
in this moment, our momet, I love you cried! Do you love me?
Im sorry he spoke I dont, just then my whole world shattered,
he let go of my hand, and walked away...
My life and world had just left me heart; broken hearted

Coolio Quote :) by: Cassidy Nelson

This is a really cool quote! :)

"You must do the thing you think you cannot do."

-Eleanor Roosevelt

Yes....it's a really good quote!

The beginning of "26 Ways to Fail" a novel by Jasmine Crespo

26 Ways to Fail
By Jasmine Crespo
A Talentless Sack-
It was an early Monday morning, the sky was clear and the grass freshly mowed, the only thing wrong with this picture is that I was there. My name is Sam Bradley; I’m an eighth grader that has never found my talent. So far, the closest thing I have to one is messing everything up. That faithful morning I almost set fire to my house. It was a complete and total accident but that’s not the way my bratty sister Shelby sees it.
I almost set fire to my house by microwaving leftovers in tinfoil. It was an honest mistake; I was half-awake and craving the hot deliciousness of a day old steak. I wish I had it now, but the firemen are still examining its remains, because of this, I’ve decided that I won’t be a “talentless sack” anymore. I’ve created a list of talents and hobbies, A-Z. This shouldn’t be too hard... I think.
But before I show you my personal journal, you need some background information on my family and friends, and also me for that matter. So here you go.

Sam Bradley-
Okay, this might be tough for me to describe myself but here you go.
Sam Bradley is thirteen, almost fourteen, extremely tall for his age, and has burnt brown hair that is usually spiked. Sam is a mostly B and C+ student, but has the occasional A. For his talents he has none. Sam is most famous for messing situations up and his emerald green eyes.
Relationship status: Sam has never been kissed or so much as hugged by the opposite gender unless you count Aunt Beatrice kissing him on his thirteenth birthday. (That day has been repressed)
Best friends in the world are Jesse Simmons, Lilly Matthews and Kevin Hall. They are the people who will help me with my list.

Shelby Bradley-
Shelby is eleven, but you could swear she was five. She always wears her perky blonde hair in pigtails so high on her head; you’d think she’d receive communications from space on them. Shelby is also perfect, only to the untrained eye, she is pure evil from her dark blue eyes to those skis she calls feet. She always gets straight A’s, is always on the honor role, and can play the piano, violin, cello, bass, viola, flute, guitar, drums, and countless other instruments. You’d see why she’d call me a talentless sack.
Her equally annoying best friends are Kenzie Richards and Emily Black. Both are mindless little girls that copy everything Shelby does, not as in her talents but as in torturing little children who aren’t as “talented“, “pretty” or as “cool” as her.

Zach Bradley-
Zach is my cool older brother that drives a motorcycle. His hair is black and shaggy, luckily he’s nineteen and out of the house. He is the main singer for a punk rock band called “Borne Naked”. I think it’s cool and rebellious but my sister thinks it’s insulting. That gives me even more of a reason to like it. See, everybody in my family has a talent, except for me. I think I’m adopted; my father to whom I am an aesthetic clone shot down that theory! Amazingly enough, I’m taller than Zach is too. My brother has a girlfriend; her name is Ashley something. I think they’ve been dating for a month now. She’s blonde, blue eyed and very stupid. Don’t get me wrong, I like her it’s just that I think a stool is smarter than she is.

Mom- (A.K.A. Brianne Bradley)
Mom is well, Mom. She is really shorter then me, (Well who isn’t?) has ash brown hair that is always in that “mom” ponytail. You know the one right? Well anyways, she believes that I have a “special talent” somewhere inside of me. I really hope she’s right or my list will be a big waste of time. Her talents are cooking and advice. Her motto, “Live and Learn”. I’ll never understand that until I’m fifty. She’s a psychologist extraordinaire. Minus the crazies that would follow her around like a mother duck. Her best friends are other psychologists like her, Dr. Jane Winters and Dr. Kim Russo.

Dad-(A.K.A. Peter S. Bradley)
Dad is just like me. He’s gawky and tall. One major difference is that he has a talent. He’s a reporter for channel 13’s news. My father tells it like it is and is famous for it. He has met thousand of famous people in his career. He also tells cheesy jokes. His favorite one is how he got the middle name S. He claims an alligator ate his birth certificate and his parents couldn’t remember anything about his middle name except for it started with an s. So my father is Peter S. Bradley, s is for short. Ha, ha, very funny dad.
What annoys me the most is that I’m his exact talentless clone. He says that I might go into the family business; I extremely doubt that because I freeze in front of a crowd of more than my dog Biscuit.

Jesse Simmons-Jesse has been my best friend since kindergarten. We’ve been through everything together. Jesse is the kind of boy who is a “stud”. All the girls in school follow him around like lost sheep. Jesse is about a foot shorter than I am but can amazingly dunk a shot in basketball. Jesse is good in about every sport he tries. Does everyone have a talent but me? Moving on, Jesse is my best bud and he’ll support any of my crazy ideas, such as the list.

Lilly Matthews -
Lilly has been my friend since in third grade; when I tripped and fell down a whole flight of stairs and had to be air lifted to the hospital. She helped me up when no other people were around. She stuck with me, even though I was crying and bleeding. Even though all I had was a broken wrist. Lilly is a doctor, at least she would be except for the fact she is still thirteen. Her story is that I inspired her to be one.
She has auburn hair that is always put in a bun. I myself have only seen it down once or twice. She has a face speckled with freckles that highlight her honey brown eyes. She’s kind and sweet but has a temper at times. I’m sure these traits will help me trough my list, especially if things go wrong and I get hurt.

Kevin Hall-
Kevin is my friend that is my friend by accident. He’s a cool skater boy that I saved last fall when he was skateboarding and almost ran into the lake. He was saved from the freezing cold water by accidentally crashing into me and forcing me into the water. It was only three feet deep but I embarrassed myself by being a baby and almost drowning. He helped me up and we’ve been friends ever since. He’s my more worldly advice guy. He tells me that life is like skateboarding, if you fall, just get back up and ride. I know he doesn’t do drugs, but it would make a whole lot more sense if he was. He is properly going to be the one to help me do crazy things on my list.

That’s all the people I think I would need to help me do my list. If I eventually fail, then I’m indeed a “talentless sack”. A-Z is the game and I’m hoping to win. Now I’m just blathering on to fill valuable journal space. So here are my tasks.

NOTE: I HAVE MORE TO THE STORY COMMENT IF YOU WANT MORE. FYI I STILL NEED TO EDIT.

A Sudden Urge To Cry by Maddie Olsen and Stephanie Johnson

I felt the blackness surrounding me as I got closer to the end,

What to do, when to do it, what should happen next, when my life is about to bend.

I hear a soft cry of helplessness as I consider these options.

Life or Death, it all seems like a sudden stopption.

I quickly decide to slip under, as if to go to the Underworld forever.

What a curious and stupid endeavor.

This is a poem that Maddie and I wrote. We felt the sudden urge to write a poem. I hope you enjoy it! P.S. I made up a new word...stopption. It rhymes with option so yeah.

A Really Cool Quote By: Janelle Leppink

I found this really cool quote while I was searching the Internet and I thought that you guys would like it.

"No one can make you feel inferior without your permission"

-Eleanor Roosevelt

I really like that one so.... Yeah Bye!!!

A Call from the Future By Savid Acuna

This is part of the first chapter. Tell me if I need something or have too much of something.

A Call from the Future
It was dim in the little hallway, just enough light to see where you were running. The musty air filling my already burning lungs was hot against my skin. Elizabeth was a few steps behind me running just as hard as I was.
“It’s gaining on us!” She called with great urgency.
I looked back for a split second and saw the thing; its body was a mix of a gorilla and a large spider. One of its arms was tipped with a huge claw that looked like it could rip through metal as if it were paper. It had a hard brown shell that covered its body. It was much taller than me or Elizabeth. It whipped at a worker in the submarine. The man was cut in half, blood spattered everywhere.
We took a right, just to find a metal wall staring at us. With a horrified scream Elizabeth turned to stare at the experiment gone wrong.

Today was one of those days that you just want to get over with. I was in English taking the test that would determine if I had to go to the dreaded summer school. Off the top of my head I could name a thousand things I would rather do than go to school in summer, one of them reading a book.
The bell rung just as I was finishing. Mr. Wagner gave me a cold stare for a reason I could not determine. I finally took a breath when I was in the hall. Elizabeth can up to me as I walked to my locker.
“Are you coming over tonight?” she said as I reached for my locker.
“Maybe, I need to do some homework for Wagner.” I responded.
“Okay, see you later then.” She said as she walked away.
“Later.” Was all I said, but it went unheard.

A Trap

Yes this is a trap that you have fell into. I hope you like it. I worked so very hard on it. This is the secret information hiding spot. If you have found this; please comment. Ask anything and it shall be answered. Say anything and it shall be heard.
-Leo



Laser Tag Loser! By Ellie Dow

I know that saying that you're bad at something only brings you down, but it's true, I am horrible at Laser Tag. This weekend I played it at a birthday party and we played against High School students. I had a plan that we'd all stick together and conquer. That probably would have worked except I got lost and couldn't find them. I started to look for them and I thought I was going in the right direction, no, I ran right in the middle of the High-schoolers and was chased down by them 'til the end of the game and came out red-faced and sweaty. Everyone was wondering why and I told them and they began to laugh.
So you see I am horrible at Laser Tag and I can get lost very easily and if you guys still question it, listen to this. The year before I played Laser Tag and I came in second-to-last and the last place person wasn't even trying. I tried so hard and got so into it to come in second-to-last. Oh well, it's still fun to play wether you stink at it or not, which I do.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Dark by Taylor Tomlinson

Sorry, been getting lots of inspirations for poems. Also, sorry for it being in the dead of the night to you guys, I am in Las Vegas and it's only 9.

I was born in darkness

Yet I could still hear

I could still smell

I could still taste

I could still feel

Apparently all life was like this

Like a last meal

My parents would tell me

Wonderful stories of something called light

It would bring colors to the darkest of nights

I have dreamed of one day seeing this light

Though I will probably never see it, in all my might

They told me once

That the tiniest light shines in the darkest shadows

So, I wonder, where is my light?

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

My Deepest Fear By Taylor Tomlinson

Inspired by a quote by Marianne Williams.

I'm afraid of darkness

I'm afraid of sadness

I'm afraid spiders.

But these things don't scare me as much as one thing.

It tortures me

It tries to bring me down

It loves to yell and scream at me

It loves to hold me back when I try to succeed

I'm afraid of a lot of things

But my deepest fear..

Is me.

the extra mile dana soweidan

Here I lay thinking of you
Making my heart beat
My palms sweat
You are more than I ever hoped for
Your voice
Your humor
Your wondering eyes
The scent of a cherry
The voice of a goddess
The mind of a geniusand skin of a child
You make me laugh
You make me smile
For you
I will go the extra mile
Gary R. Hess

Halloween Is My Favorite Thing--dana soweidan

Halloween Halloween,
dressing up's my favorite thing;
although the next is at my door,with children coming
to explore.Been waiting for this day all year,
to hear the children laugh and cheer.
Halloween gives me more,
than what I have ever
asked for.
"IT GIVES ME CANDY!"
-DANA SOWEIDAN

Another poem, by Marisa B.

Unbroken

Unbroken I stand

Like a horse forever untamed

You tore me apart

But I stand unbroken

Like a child's game

That goes on and on

I cut it short

You tore me apart

But strangely enough

I stand unbroken

I got the idea from my sister and her friend. They where guessing if some noodles where broken or not. Funny huh?

Yet Another Interesting Quote by Peter Rosen

“Long ago there lived two brothers. One’s name was Joseph and the other’s name was David...As you will later find out, one brother is regarded as a great hero, and the other became an infamous villain."
Isaac, Demon's Eye
(My story, by the way) Does it sound interesting?

And So It Begins by Peter Rosen (Please Comment)

Prologue
James glanced up as the door burst open. “I wonder what it is this time,” he muttered under his breath. The captain had to go to a meeting with the king, several advisers and the general, James’ father. It seemed that now that James was temporarily in charge, everything went wrong. Two guards had come down with some sort of sickness, and, of course, those two were scheduled for guard duty. By the time James had been able to track down two guards to fill the positions, there was another problem. One of his guards who was on duty the night before had gone missing. They had tried to find him, but the doors to the deep dungeons, where the guard had been patrolling, were not only locked, but by some strange happening, every key that they had tried did not work. Eventually, James was forced to resort to bashing down the door. This task had also seemed to be unnaturally difficult. The only thing that could have done this was magic, and that was precisely the problem.
“We need the captain in the dungeons immediately!”
James stared at the guard and raised his eyebrows. “The captain?”
“Yes, the captain,” the guard replied.
“As you very well know, the captain is in a meeting with the king himself, and unless you want to go inform the king personally just why you are interrupting their very important meeting, you’ll have to settle for me.”
The guard seemed to consider the choice for a moment. “We need you in the dungeons immediately,” the guard declared.
“Excellent choice,” James said dryly, “Now what is it you want me to see.”
“Well we found the guard. The guard’s name is Benjamin,” the guard told James somewhat nervously.
“I know his name,” James interrupted. “Go on, and this time, tell me only things that I don’t know.”
“Yes, yes of course,” the guard replied quickly. “As you know, we have been trying to bash down the door for quite some time. Well, we got through.”
“I would never have guessed.” By now, James was thoroughly annoyed.
“And we found the guard…”
“Amazing.”
“And we’re pretty sure that he’s dead.”
“He’s dead? How did he die?”
“We have absolutely no idea. Oh, and by the way, the prisoner’s gone.”
“The prisoner’s gone? Why didn’t you tell that to me in the first place?” “Well I thought it wasn’t that important.”
“The tyrant king who has ruled this land for the past five thousand years goes missing from is magically confined prison cell and you think it’s not important?!! You idiot! You imbecile! You don’t deserve to be a guard! No one is that stupid!”
James was very frustrated. Henry, the guard that he was talking to, was James’ favorite. Henry had applied to be a guard, but failed. He wasn’t as skilled a fighter as the others and that was what had stopped him from being a guard. It would have ended for Henry then and there if James had not heard of him. James saw something in Henry that others did not. Henry was extremely intelligent, and an excellent leader. James had managed to convince the captain that Henry’s unique abilities would make him an excellent guard, but now, James was having his doubts.

I'm working on it, and I would really appreciate your comments to make it better.

Red Heart Balloon by Brynn Hall

Red Heart Balloon
You gave me a red heart balloon, that hot summer day.


But I let go accidently, and it ran away.


We chased if for miles and miles, with your hand in mine,


Your hand was warm and sweaty, but it felt just fine.


As we watched it float up to the heavens, a tear formed in my eye,


You told me that balloon was special, then quietly said goodbye.


I stood there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do,

When I finally realized, I really did love you.


I am older now, bigger and wise.


But sometimes I see that heart balloon, when I close my eyes.


I see you every now and then, but you never say 'Hi',


I'm sure now that I don't have you, and my heart slowly dies.


I wish I could go back, to that hot summer day,


When you gave me a red heart balloon, and it ran away.





That's a poem I wrote in seventh grade in Ms. Matthews class. We had to make a shape out of the little pipe cleaners and I made a red heart balloon. Please comment, I want you to judge this! Please be as harsh as you can! I will do anything to make this better!

Random Quote of the Moment by Stephanie Johnson

Here are some more random and inspirational quotes just for you!

"Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude." -Thomas Jefferson

"Try not to become a man of success but a man of value." -Albert Einstein

"Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery." -Jane Austen

If you would like to find out more about Jane Austen's life, you can click here for a blog all about her.

The Murder on Main Street By: Janelle Leppink

I'm thinking about turning this into a book but I need some opinions first. Tell me problems in wording, grammar and such! Thanks and enjoy!

The scratching on the window is what first awakened me. I sat up in bed, skittish as a bug. I hurried to pull on my robe and slip out of bed. As my feet hit the floor they made a small thump and I froze. What if the intruder heard me? What if they were coming up stairs? I stood there for at least ten minutes which felt like ten hours. I finally decided to go down the steps and look out the front window. As I did I saw a shadow scurry from in front of the door like a cat flees from a dog. I pressed myself against the wall and grabbed my gun off of the hooks on the wall. I crept to the front door and unlocked it and pushed it open. A large figure leaped at me and before I could stop it, it was on top of me. Then I realized that the figure was my German Shepard dog, Rowley, and he was just excited to see me.
I was so scared these days, always alert, always watching. I thought that they had tried to get me again. Every time they came it was just like that, in the middle of the night, scratching on the window and a leap from behind the door in hopes to charge my house and steal the chest which held the only evidence, the only evidence, I had of my great-grandfather not being the murderer of Annabelle Lockington. The only proof that my family was innocent.


More later, but I'm still figuring out the plot!!

Setting description 10, Preston Hummer

What looks to be a busy town in England with Big Ben in the center. A creepy dark ally leads to big ben. The sunset makes the sky look a bright purple, almost pink. In the backround excitement fills the air as children play in what looks to be a theme park or a carnival. It is a perfect night.

A night to remember By Ellie Dow

Last night was probably one of teh best nights of my life. Wearing my lavendar choir dress and my hair in curl, I felt very confident for my solo that night. But when I got up there, I was horrified. I was sacred I couldn't do it as the eyes of my friends and family were gazing above me as if I was a cell under a microscope.
But, all of a sudden I heard the yell from a friendly voice yelling to me, "GO ELLIE!" and I felt lively again, as if I was in my bedroom singing in my brush and singing to my favorite song on the radio. Because of that friend I was able to do it and the crowd roared in applause after I finished.
After I tried to look for that friend but when started looking my friend was already gone. I never got to thank my friend for giving me the best night ever. Because of my friend I conquered my stagefright and let the true Ellie rise up and sceam for all to hear. So thanks!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Some Random Quotes by Allie Neff

I was on the internet and I found some very good quotes!

"To learn to succeed, you must first learn to fail."-Michael Jordan

"Wise men talk because they have something to say. Fools talk because they have to say something." - Plato

"You only live once...but if you live it right, once is enough" -Unknown

Shape Poem by Dallas Anderson

Happiness.
It's what lets us get through
the tough days. It's smiling at someone
that you don't even know. Happiness is spending
time with your family and friends. It brings us closer
together. Happiness is making new friends or having
good times. Happiness is taking school pictures to look
at later in life. It's joining clubs or playing sports. Being
a brother or sister and helping your parents. Happiness
is going to movies, playing a board game, or watching tv.
Happiness is buying something you have wanted or going
on vacation to a far away place. Taking a nap or playing
video games. Happiness is shopping at the mall or
looking for Christmas gifts for others. Singing
songs or jamming out to your Ipod in your
bedroom. But most of all, happiness
is what makes you, you!
I hope you guys enjoyed it! Remember to be yourself and keep showing great things to the world!
Dallas Anderson

Choir Concert by Brynn Hall

How amazing everybody did at the choir concert this night! Bravo! So many of you guys have such nice voices, that I didn't even know about! Yvonne, you play the piano outstandingly! Absolutely stunning performance.

Best Saying in the History of the Earth by Will Matthews

I feel more like I do now then I did when i got here.


Try figuring that one out!

Here is my short story rough draft, be brutal with comments thanks :)

Berkley Mitchell

We had just finished the qualifying game, and we had won! Are coach had taken us out to center field to congratulate us on our victory, and he had come with a warning about the upcoming game we were going to be facing. We were to play the Predators. He told us that he wanted us to go home and rest up, he wanted us full of energy, when the time came.
As we all head home, you just know that everyone is thinking about the most important game of our young short lives! This game depends on whether we go to the state championship or not, everyone gets home and just sits by the clock and watches as that slow minute hand slowly counts down…
Jeter gets in the batter’s box, and gets an easy single, and then she steals to second and makes it effortless. Erica strikes out leaving us with one out, then lexis steppes up and hits a hard grounder to the third basemen and it zips right past her. Leaving Jeter and lexis on first and second. Madi gets up and pops outs giving us two outs, Rashelle steps up and smacks one to left center and moves everyone one base. Then I get up bases loaded, two outs, and the knowledge that I’m going to crush the ball. But instead I ground out from third. As I walk back from first, I lift my head up, and take a deep breath, and tell myself that I am going to get a great hit.
It goes back to back innings, and we get closer and closer to the final inning, both teams battle harder and harder to pull ahead of the other team. Both teams are tired and beat down but play with every last strength, doing things they have not ever thought that they could possibly do!
Batters out screams the ump, as we race into the dugout for the finally inning of this bloody battle. “Ok girls, this is what we have been working and training for, go show these people why fusion deserves and have earned this!” Yelled Coach Bree, over the cheers of our anxious parents in the rumbling stands. “Hey guys new pitcher” called Zoe from the far end of dugout. Simultaneously we all turn our heads, and we see this minuscule girl with brown braids and the biggest glasses you have ever seen! We all just start to laugh and go back to our conversations. But then we here the loudest battle cry, you have ever heard, and we watch the ball go from pitcher to catcher in point three seconds! Everyone does a double take! And you could see the worry on everyone’s face, as Jeter steps up to the plate and the ump yells “Batter up!” She takes a deep breath and steps up to the challenge, “Strike one” Bellows the ump, “Come kid nobody better” yells the team and the parents. Then the pitcher did the most daring pitch out there…. A down the middle fast ball. When Jeter sees the chance she grabs it with both hands and holds on for the ride. She hits the gas and coasts gracefully around the bases as if a blades on ice. When she gracefully dives into third, a scream erupts from the parents and the girls! She is beaming ear to ear! With the pitcher starting to feel the pressure her pitches slowly drift from strikes to balls. After two batters the bases are loaded, and big bad Rashelle steps up to the plate, you can see the pitcher turn a ghostly shade of white. When Rashelle get the pitch she drives it up to right field, past the right fielder and slams into the fence, the crowd goes ballistic, as one, two, three runs score! With the winning run on third! As I step up to bat, there is only one thing on my mind, the perfect pitch, and the perfect hit. All that we need is a base hit and we win, as soon as the pitcher releases the ball Rashelle get a huge jump, and I pull the perfect inside pitch and it gets past the third base man and Rashelle corse and we win! The crowd goes mad!
Everyone rushes to the field, and jumps on top of Rashelle and I, and we get hugged, praised, and adored, I looked over the teams pitcher who was weeping, I mange to pull myself out from the pile of madness, and I walk over to her, and congratulate her, and tell her what a heck of a game she pitched. And tell her to keep up the good work, and hope to see her again sometime. She managed to look up at me and say “thank you for being such a great sport, and you played on heck of a game to.”
And I knew deep down in my heart that I would see her again someday, maybe not on the softball field, but somewhere along our life journeys.

Here is my short story rough draft, be brutal with comments thanks :)

Berkley Mitchell

We had just finished the qualifying game, and we had won! Are coach had taken us out to center field to congratulate us on our victory, and he had come with a warning about the upcoming game we were going to be facing. We were to play the Predators. He told us that he wanted us to go home and rest up, he wanted us full of energy, when the time came.
As we all head home, you just know that everyone is thinking about the most important game of our young short lives! This game depends on whether we go to the state championship or not, everyone gets home and just sits by the clock and watches as that slow minute hand slowly counts down…
Jeter gets in the batter’s box, and gets an easy single, and then she steals to second and makes it effortless. Erica strikes out leaving us with one out, then lexis steppes up and hits a hard grounder to the third basemen and it zips right past her. Leaving Jeter and lexis on first and second. Madi gets up and pops outs giving us two outs, Rashelle steps up and smacks one to left center and moves everyone one base. Then I get up bases loaded, two outs, and the knowledge that I’m going to crush the ball. But instead I ground out from third. As I walk back from first, I lift my head up, and take a deep breath, and tell myself that I am going to get a great hit.
It goes back to back innings, and we get closer and closer to the final inning, both teams battle harder and harder to pull ahead of the other team. Both teams are tired and beat down but play with every last strength, doing things they have not ever thought that they could possibly do!
Batters out screams the ump, as we race into the dugout for the finally inning of this bloody battle. “Ok girls, this is what we have been working and training for, go show these people why fusion deserves and have earned this!” Yelled Coach Bree, over the cheers of our anxious parents in the rumbling stands. “Hey guys new pitcher” called Zoe from the far end of dugout. Simultaneously we all turn our heads, and we see this minuscule girl with brown braids and the biggest glasses you have ever seen! We all just start to laugh and go back to our conversations. But then we here the loudest battle cry, you have ever heard, and we watch the ball go from pitcher to catcher in point three seconds! Everyone does a double take! And you could see the worry on everyone’s face, as Jeter steps up to the plate and the ump yells “Batter up!” She takes a deep breath and steps up to the challenge, “Strike one” Bellows the ump, “Come kid nobody better” yells the team and the parents. Then the pitcher did the most daring pitch out there…. A down the middle fast ball. When Jeter sees the chance she grabs it with both hands and holds on for the ride. She hits the gas and coasts gracefully around the bases as if a blades on ice. When she gracefully dives into third, a scream erupts from the parents and the girls! She is beaming ear to ear! With the pitcher starting to feel the pressure her pitches slowly drift from strikes to balls. After two batters the bases are loaded, and big bad Rashelle steps up to the plate, you can see the pitcher turn a ghostly shade of white. When Rashelle get the pitch she drives it up to right field, past the right fielder and slams into the fence, the crowd goes ballistic, as one, two, three runs score! With the winning run on third! As I step up to bat, there is only one thing on my mind, the perfect pitch, and the perfect hit. All that we need is a base hit and we win, as soon as the pitcher releases the ball Rashelle get a huge jump, and I pull the perfect inside pitch and it gets past the third base man and Rashelle corse and we win! The crowd goes mad!
Everyone rushes to the field, and jumps on top of Rashelle and I, and we get hugged, praised, and adored, I looked over the teams pitcher who was weeping, I mange to pull myself out from the pile of madness, and I walk over to her, and congratulate her, and tell her what a heck of a game she pitched. And tell her to keep up the good work, and hope to see her again sometime. She managed to look up at me and say “thank you for being such a great sport, and you played on heck of a game to.”
And I knew deep down in my heart that I would see her again someday, maybe not on the softball field, but somewhere along our life journeys.

Paragliding by Kaleb Rasmussen

I always wanted to do this so why couldn't I now? I was pacing back and forth in front of my van; it was always beat up, trash stuffed in the back and dead bugs on the dashboard. I could not figure whether to go ahead this or not. I decided that I better do this or my cousin will be disapointed in me when I show up on the ground and not from the sky. I put my gear on, it took me a few seconds from all the practice on myself. Then I grabbed the glider that was folded in the front seat, put it together, and headed for the high ledge which was about 50 from the van.
Once I got to the front of the line, remembering from my studies since I never took lessons. I had to jump at exactly the right ti-woah! I am in the air! I shift to one side and the whole glider moves erraticly to the side. I need to focus. I need to land in the foothills on the other side of the valley. But I just couldn't seem to find the exact spot. I found it! Uh oh, I could see all the other gliders around me wobbling. I seemed to sense it before it got to me, the high wind. I relaxed and went through the text again, when this wind gets to you, you have to relax, lift up right as it hits you and you'll do fine. I did exactly what it said, yes, I got it! I angled my body toward the area where I wanted to be, and prepared for the dive. I tightened my grip, and ...dived! I could hardly hear the yelps of surprise, that other gliders, and paragliders were giving me as I rushed to the ground, all I could think of was getting the right angle and position.

Friendship

A friend is like a flower,a rose to be exact,Or maybe like a brand new gatethat never comes unlatched.A friend is
like an owl,both beautiful and wise.Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,whose spirit never dies.A friend is like a
heart that goesstrong until the end.Where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend.
Berkley L Mitchell

Life by Melissa Tatazi Brummett

Life is never easy
Not a thing to laugh about
Life is a hard task
One we must complete
Life is a bird
In Flight
Life is a thought
Pondered
Life is a sky
Cloudy at times
Life is a way
For us to grow old
Life is the rain
We can dance through
Life is the key
To treasures unknown
LifeIs the way that we live

Leaping into Love By McCall Mash

Love is like leaping off a cliff
you take one step to the edge of the cliff
you look over fear and excitement all mixed together
in one big mass of emotions

then you take a running leap off the edge
putting faith in yourself
Trusting you know where to land when its all over with

I love Pride and Prejudice so much and this quote: =)

"What are men to rocks and mountains?"
-Mary Pride and Prejudice

-Madelin Crapo

A Great Quote By Rhiannon Cordova

"The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism."
- Norman Vincent Peale

More Demon's Eye Stuff by Peter Rosen (Please tell me what you think)

James stood up, holding a candle in front of him, He was scared, scared that he might have been wrong, scared that he had ruined his reputation over the lies of a shadow walker. He began to shake, the candle flame dancing back and forth with the movement of his hands. Sweat dripped down his face. Why was he so nervous? All he had to do was say a simple phrase three times, and then he would find out if he had been right.
“I summon the Shadow Queen.” It was barely audible. James stopped. Did he dare to go on? No matter what she said, James believed that the Shadow Queen had killed Benjamin. Would the same thing happen to him? “I summon the Shadow Queen.” He had said it a second time now and nothing had happened. What did he have to fear? It had been foolish to think that what she had told him was true. She would not appear; she just wanted him to seem foolish. It had been a trick all along. He would say it one final time, and that would be that. This fantasy about finding the Demon’s Eye would finally end “I summon the Shadow Queen.”
The room was suddenly colder. His candle began to flicker, and then went out. He waited for the demonic laughter to begin, but it never did. He waited for the fear to begin clawing at him, but it never did. The moment had soon passed. He relit the candle and sat down. It had been a lie all along; she would never appear. He had been a fool. He stood up to leave the room, but something stopped him.
“You called?” said a voice from the darkness

I would love to hear your comments and suggestions on this. If you want to read more, just ask me.

Here's another quote to add, Marisa B.

"There are no failures in life... only those who give up."
-Marisa B.

Another Interesting Quote by Peter Rosen

“Me? Why would I kill him? He did me a favor.”
The Shadow Queen, Demon's Eye

Kaleb Rasmussen

Does everyone have writing talents but me? (: ):

More Interesting Stuff by Peter Rosen

If you read my posts from Demon's Eye, there's something I forgot to mention. Demon's Eye is something I'm writing. I'm not very far, but if you want to see it, just ask me. By the way:

“He wasn’t like this when we got here. He was on the ground, with a look of total fear on his face, not a mark on his body. His face was pale as a ghost, and there was no sign of the prisoner. His eyes were the worst though. So I told them to search the body, but everyone was afraid to, so I did it myself and as soon as I touched him…” He motioned vaguely at the skeleton.
Henry, Demon's Eye

Random Quote by Stephanie Johnson

Here is a random quote by Jane Austen.

"Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?" - Jane Austen

Two of my Biggest Grammar Pet Peeves by: Brynn Hall

I was in Honors English when Mrs. Lafortune got me thinking about my biggest grammar pet peeves, hence, the title. When everyone was telling the class about their own personal pet peeves, I started noticing more and more. So, I think my number one grammar pet peeve is when people say, "That was the most funniest," instead of saying,"That was the most fun," or,"That was the funnest." I hadn't really realized it was a pet peeve until English that day, now it bugs me so much! I especially hate when people use text talk, like, OMG, LOL, TTYL, LYLAS, and so on. If I start to use any grammar that would bug you, please let me know! Thanks!

Words, Words, Words posted by Ms. L

Taylor Swift was on Oprah yesterday, and I thought what she said about words and poetry was extremely interesting and helped, no doubt, in her amazing success.

Here's part of the interview: Before Taylor was a singer, she was a poet. She won a national poetry contest when she was only 9 years old, and by the age of 12 she was putting her poems to music. "If you can put words together the right way, and if you put the right rhymes at the end of the right sentences, you can make words bounce of a page. That's always been my favorite thing," she says. "I've made sure that in any situation and with any record label, I'm allowed to write my own music."

It all begins with ideas and writing.... :)

For more of the interview, click here.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Five Writing Pet Peeves by Will Matthews

1. When people put the word "there" in place of "their"
2. When people pronounce words with a w and a silent h as "Hwy?" for example.
3. When people pronounce z sounds as s sounds like in crazy.
4. When people write a word twice in a row on accident.
5. When people don't capitalize I.

Haikus by Dallas Anderson

The beautiful moon
Glowing mysteriously
Way up in the sky.

Birds in the sky
Makes me wish I could fly
Flying north for spring.

Swallowing prey whole
Slithering through the forest
Interesting snakes.

Hanging upside-down
Bats roam around in the dark
Catching bugs for food.

Tearing meat apart
Lions scare off all others
King of the jungle.

Dallas Anderson

Just Because- Alex Crowell

I wrote this for my Creative Writting class meant to be empowering to something that you believe in. I am not a feminist myself but I find writing about it fun. I hope you enjoy this, its sort of interesting.

Just Because- a poem for the feminist.

Just because I am a girl
Does not mean I will sit at home.
Does not mean that I knit or bake.
And it doesn't mean I won't send rockets to the moon.

Just because I am a girl,
Does not mean I wear skirts or floral print.
Does not mean I give myself away for the slightest bit of attention.
And it doesn't mean I am containable.

Just because I am a girl,
Does not mean you always win in running races or power over me.
Does not mean I am not worthy of wining or power myself.
And it does not mean that you can stop me.

Just because I am a girl.
Do you think you are higher then me?
In fact, where would you be without me?
Do you think I am yours?

I'm not.

Power By Taylor Tomlinson

Here is a few paragraphs of what I am going to use as my story for NaNoWriMo. (Yes, I am attempting it)

Salaena and Jamie ran through the woods, doing anything to avoid Kya. Salaena was already several yards in front of Jamie, as usual. "Come on!" She screamed, but Kya had already caughten up to Jamie. Salaena had no choice but to go back and protect her best friend. Immediately, she started hitting people. She didn't enjoy fighting, but she liked the thought that she always did damage. Jamie had curled up into the fetal position, hoping to avoid as much blows as possible. Kya laughed, "That's all you got?" She punched a few more times, then Kya and her gang left.
Jamie got up, she only had a few scratches on her. Salaena had a black eye. "Sorry for not fighting back," she murmured. "It's ok, I just like to fight back to show that I'm no afraid.." She trailed off, catching Jamie's glare. "Not that being afraid is bad!" Jamie scowled, and started to walk. "Come on, let's get to your grandma's place."

Simple Love - Lyrics to a song( Written by Jasmine Crespo)

Went to a party with my friends,
Said I couldn't wait until it ends.
Then I saw you from across the place
With love in your eyes and a smile on your face


Love is pure, love is simple, love is sweet,
Love is when a boy and a girl meet.
It's not complicated it's simple, simple love

No computers, no anything, just a girl
Who wants to sing 'bout a boy,
That she saw at a party
He was her first kiss
But she was the girl he'd miss


Asked her to dance on that day...
And there they would stay...
Until she answered...


Love is simple, love is sweet,
Love is when a boy and a girl meet
It's not complicated it's simple, simple love.


Should she say yes or no?
Where would this relationship go?
She's only meeting him this one night,
Why does this feel so right?


Love is simple, love is sweet,
Love is when a boy and a girl meet
It's not complicated it's simple, simple love

Clock's ticking and the night is high
By then there love's in the sky
She's made a grave mistake no
She doesn't care where this relationship goes
She just knows it's simple, true, sweet love.

Love is simple love is sweet,
Love is when a boy and a girl meet.
It's not complicated it's simple simple love.

Danced on a dance floor,
Went to the movies
Both got a brain freeze
By slurping down smoothies

Five years later when the time was write
They got married man and wife
Had three kids and one on the way
And still this is what they would say..

Love is pure, love is simple, love is sweet
Love is when a boy and a girl meet
It's not complicated it's simple, simple love
<<>>
<>
( simple, simple, love.......)

My Favorite Quote of All Time By Jasmine Crespo

"A woman is like a teabag, you never know her strength until put into hot water."
~Eleanor Roosevelt

forget -alexandria zinov..

i'll try to forget you.
try to forget your smile,
that smile that made you shine.
forget the thoughts of you that took my breath away.
forget your touch that made my heart skip a beat. made me panic.
forget your eyes, oh your eyes that stood out in the night.
forget all the memories.
laughing. smiling. happy. with you.
i'll forget me and you.
i'll try to forget you.
i already know i'll fail.
:)

picture -alexandria zinov

the time ticks by slowly as the various colors of the sky dance around the tops of the buildings. in the far distance off you can see leaves fluttering around in the wind and childrens laughter as they spin round and round, the lights go off around me one by one as curtains close and light flicker. their i am standing in the cold with the shadow of the building above me that seemed glowing the wind blows hard and the vaguenedd dissapears above me. as i feel my jaw tighten, the bighand reached the 12 and all the lights go out. in the distance you hear the eco of the ding-dong fill the city, i walk away from my world and look back at the exauisite beauty of my imagination, if only i could stay, but time goes by to fast...

Never Will I. -alexandria zinov.

This is a story i have started to write, tell me what you think...

INTRO.
keara was 16 and in 11th grade at barobe high school, she enjoys life great. the one thing that she is afraid of is falling in love, she never wants it to happen and wants to hide it the rest of her life. intill someone comes along and trys to open her heart, not sure what to do keara trys to push away. fights get in the way, and a bad accident in her family does not help at all, will keara learn to love or be like this forever.




A cold day it was today, the wind blowing hard and drops of water fall from the sky and on the the bench that i was sitting at. "I am going to be late to school" sighed keara. then the bus pulled up and she climbed on in a hurry.
second period.
"i hate math" wispered keara to her best friend kennedy sitting across from her." i agree, so did you hear about the new family that is joining our studio today?" "no"replied keara. " ah, i hope their are some new cute boys" " oh be qui- before she could finish her teacher mr. mitchel was at the end of her desk telling her to get back to work.
before 6th period.
"hey girl" said trever as he starts to put his arm around keara in the hall. "uhh, hey" said keara backing away from trever. " so you going to take up that offer and go to dinner with me?" " no" said keara slaming her locker shut. luckly the bell saved her and she practly ran off to class.
it was 7th period now and keara couldnt wait to go to dance, she watched the clock every second,. finally the bell rang and she met up with kennedy, and drove to dance. when they pulled up to the studio their was a new car in the parking lot. kennedy practly leaped out and ran to the door. when they walked in there was a new girl and a new boy in the room, brother and sister i guessed. when i glanced over at the new boy i froze my heart seemed to skip a beat, then i look away quickly. "keara are you ok?" said kennedy "yeah" said keara. " the new boys cute hu?" said kennedy smiling "sure" kears replied taking another glance at him. "alright class this is chris and destine, they are new members to our group now be polite" said danny our dance insrtuctor. "yes everyone replied at their own pace.
we all started to strech when chris walked up to me and said, "hi"
tell me if you like it. and if i should finish it. :) thanks!
p.s. i am a horrible speller!!!

The Day Of My Life. By Taryn Green

Okay. I am thinking about turning this into a book. Here are the first few paragraphs, tell me what you think! I need some help making it better!


I sat there in my room, remembering the night that tore my family apart. The night that, ten years ago, still gives me an ache and makes me curl into a ball and let the grief overwhelm me.


It was a warm Autumn day in Portland, Oregon. My parents and I were heading up to our favorite camping spot for picnic. I was six, in first grade and ready to take on the world. I hadn't known the difference between gone-as in gone for the weekend- and gone- gone for good.
I remember all of us laughing in the car as we got closer to our special spot. My mom and dad grinning at me in the backseat, holding hands and smiling into each other's eyes. My dad was driving that day. Just as he looked back at me when I got his attention, something ran into the road. And we ran off the road. I remember hearing my name yelled in terror. I remember screaming for my mommy and my daddy, begging them to tell me what was going on, to tell me why I was hurt. Then, I remember blacking out.
I woke up in the hospital four days later. I had three broken bones in my tiny body. I was told that my parents weren't in any pain. I didn't know what that ment. I thought that they were alive and safe. But I was wrong.


Okay, that is everything I have written so far. I need ideas and some feedback!

The Girl in the Crazy Glasses By Ellie Dow

I started to write this over the summer and I just loved it and I'm thinking of entering into the 'Na No Wri Mo'. This is only the first chapter and if you want to read the rest that I've written you can go to my blog. Here's the link: http://polk-a-dotted-zebra.blogspot.com/
Alright, here's the first chapter. Make sure to tell me what you think. I love opinions. Thanks!

Chapter 1

All my life I’ve wanted to be known for something important. To make a difference doing something nobody else could do. But how? Let me introduce myself, I’m Charlotte Mate, or what most people call me, The girl in the crazy glasses. Another thing you could call me, Unpopular. How I became that way. I have always been different. I always wanted to fit in but I just couldn’t. My dad tried to invite the kids of the people he was in charge of and before the parents even left the house they were screaming and clinging to their parents’ legs. What else could I do? I sat in the tire swing, confused, not knowing what else to do. Dad came out and leaned on the swing. “What’s the matter sweetie,” he said. “Nobody likes me and nobody will. I look like a freak.” Angrily I tore off my glasses and threw them to the floor. “All because of these.” I crouched in to a small ball, hiding my face in my legs, feeling warm tears run down my face.“Sweetie,” dad started. It doesn’t matter what’s on the outside, what matters is what’s in your heart.” He lifted my head, pulled out a hankie from his pocket and wiped the tears as they began to fade. He grabbed my hand and put it against my heart. I could feel the warmth of my chest and the pounding of my heart. When that happened, I knew that he was right. My heart was pure, and so was his. I just couldn’t feel it for a while.I looked into my dad’s eyes, blue and pure. He knelt down to pick up my glasses and put them on me in such a gentle way. He began to smile, the smile he hadn’t had since mom died. We stayed out until the moon shone brightly above us.Then all of a sudden that smile began to fade, his eyes began to roll back, his spine quiver. He began to shake on the ground uncontrollably. “Dad!” I cried. I ran inside and called 911. “My Dad, something’s happening to him, you’ve got to come now,” I screamed into the phone. “Don’t worry dad, you’re going to be all right, I know you are.” I looked into his eyes again, they didn’t look like his anymore.

Breath Of Life By Taryn Green

Soon I found that I have no hope,
But others seem to have to much.
People don't get married, they elope.
Why don't I fit into that bunch?

I can't see why I don't fit in,
Am I being blamed for a crime?
Did I commit a sin?
I know I need some time.

Some love is what I need,
A brave prince to save my life.
Soon my heart won't bleed,
As I get the Breath Of Life.

Sorry That I Killed You by Melissa Tatazi Brummett

Help me from my twisting dreams
Once a nightmare lifted
Cradled in the Crested Arms
Of my Lover’s Life

Sorry That I Killed You
My Heart still beats for you
Come back into the Swirling Mist
And live within the Killer’s Kiss

No one wanted wonderous Nightingale
As she was too burdened of Hate
By Night’s last lingering love
Give thee my words of fate

“Sorry That I Killed you
My Heart still beats for you
Come back into the Swirling Mist
And live within the Killer’s Kiss”

Running songs in my head
And Killing every dream
Yet nothing seams to work
To break my Endless Seam

Sorry That I Killed You
My Heart still beats for you
Come back into the Swirling Mist
And live within the Killer’s Kiss

Cradle my Love
Hold it tightly in your hands
It could slip away
And hold a daring End

Sorry That I Killed You
My Heart still beats for you
Come back into the Swirling Mist
And live within the Killer’s Kiss

To My Darling Passion of Life By: Yvonne Wu

This. Straight Lines. Preferebly Blue.
Pen. Pencil. Dark as Black at the ends.
Soft. On top.
Imagination. So much. Pushing out of my head
and onto paper. Line after Line.
Next page. Genre.
Mystery:Suspence: Murder
Romance: Quixotic: Infatuations: Love: Passion
Horror: Scary: Frightening: Shocking
Comedy: Funny: Hilarious
Action: Fighting: Motion
Drama: Trouble
All of them slowly being written. Crossed out. Erased. Until...
Final Draph. Read over and over. Ask for opinion.
Take it. Good or Bad. Until...
Another imagination. Pushing it's way out of my head.
Pencil & Paper
Creative Writing.

To My Dearest Passion of Life By:Yvonne Wu

Those black and white keys, together. Straight.
In Patterns, 2,3,2,3,2,3,2,3...
In Letters, A,B,C,D,E,F,G,A,B,C...
Something so repetitive. Creates music.
Everytime a different beat, note, harmony,melody.
These two beautiful staves. Treble and Bass.
Notes of creation.Whole,Quater,Half,Eight,Sixteenth.
The rests that take your breath away.
Sharps. Black. Flats. Black
Then those troubling doubles.
Make it so complicatted but makes you laugh
out loud when you beat it.
A song finished. Play again and again on those zebra color keys
Keys on outside.
Strings on inside.
3 pedals, LOUD, soft, echo...
Black and White keys.
Piano...

Interesting paragraph posted by Peter Rosen

Will sat down on his bed. Until that point, he had not realized how much danger he was in. Things he heard about the searchers echoed in his mind. “The leader picked up a sword and ran him through without a second thought.” “But the searchers, they’re highly trained, see.” “Searchers, as they came to be called, took magic however they could get it. They stole children from their families, they lured magicians into traps. Anyone who tried to stop them was killed.” Above all was the piece of information Isaac had told him so long ago.
“Nobody escapes the searchers; the target either goes with them or dies.”
~Demon's Eye

Interesting Quote posted by Peter Rosen

“I would have thought that you would be smart enough to realize how the upper class works. It’s like dancing at the edge of a cliff; one false step will send you to your death. There are even rules about assassinating a rival. If I was out of touch with reality, let me assure you, I would be long dead by now.”
Ariel, Demon's Eye

Glass, a poem by Marisa Bell

Glass

Love is like glass

Sometimes smokey and hazy

Other times crystal clear

Many times it's an illusion

Glass will shatter,

Leaving you with many scars

A piece will come out

Can it be fixed?

Or will the rest crumble away?

This is a random poem that I'd thought I'd share. I'd love your opinions on it. By the way this poem is not written from experience.

Sunrise By Rhiannon Cordova

I must wake,
For the night has ended,
My dreams are lost,
My sleep suspended.
But it's all worth it,
To see the sunrise,
A spectacular water color,
In my eyes.
The darkness before,
Is beautiful, too,
The last tinge of night,
Before the glorious hue.
I watch the night,
Fade into day,
Seeing delightful oranges,
Escape the gray.
The reds are a burst,
Of vibrant excellence,
The yellows create,
An amazing balance.
I wish the sunrise could stay forever,
Yet it is not steadfast,
I guess we must always remember,
Good things never last.

I wrote this poem in creative writing, I thought I'd share it with all of you.

City of Wonder By Danielle Mabe

It has grass and rock in the background. Fences on the rock, running in most directions. It is not level, there are many ups and downs. There are people running around. The sun reflects off and creats a shaowy atmosphere. The rocks have many levels the look like stairs. Trees and bushes hold to the side of the mountain. A place that looks as if no one could ever relax. The colors consist of a tinge of turquoise, gray, and brown.
Some of the shapes consist of rectangles, cylinders, and squares. It's a very detailed picture, some trees are close, and some far away, but the leaces can be distinctly seen if you look hard enought. Some edges on the mountain are very steep, or a complete drop-off. There is a street below that has boats being draged somewhere, or parked on the side of the road.

The Giant Wheel By Peter Rosen

The day was relatively calm now. A slight breeze moved the blades of the enourmous wheel; the sluggish movement creating a chorus of creaks and groans. The building on which the giant wheel was mounted was tall, but besides that and the wheel, it was rather devoid of distinctive features. The building was brown, and it didn't seem to have an identafiable purpose.
The backdrop on which the building was set was dominated by something that could be mistaken for a large white sheet billoowing in the wind. The color of the sheet gradually darkened into an ominous gray that hinted of an impending storm, but for now, the weather showed no other hints of that immenent threat.
Surrounding the building-with-the-giant-wheel was grass and trees, mostly. The building was positioned atop a small hill, perhaps this position was optimal for the function of the building, then again, it could be because somebody simply decided to place it on the hill and it didn't really matter at all.
What dominated the scene, though, was what stood in front of the building. There were thousands of them, the color ranging from a golden sort of hue to a light lavender. They were arranged in rows, each row completely devoted to its own impressive color.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Moonlight Picture by Will Matthews

The picture is one of gloom and sadness. Three boys are playing in the moonlight. One decided that the best mode of transportation was not merely walking, and wants to have a more exciting adventure. One of the boys is jumping off the prow of the ship, with no worries or cares in the world and nothing on his mind but the joy that is sure to come when he finally hits his icy destination. Another child is climbing up the roping on the side of the ship, eager for one more chance to give in to his wild side. Little do they know that their current situation is lurking beneath them, showing all the sadness and regret in their lives, a perfect double image. Almost as if there is a demon threatening to steal the joy and happiness from their lives and pull them down into a sad, horrible doom.

The photographer By:Xander Summers

I am a photographer in a grand city. Tourist are every wear I have to either look up or down in order to get them out of my camera lense. I can hear children laughing a long way off. I finally get a good picture that includes three buildings and a veil laying on top of them made of sunset hues. On one of the builings you can see many short rectangle towers without smoke to hide there dreary magnifecence.I am glad that my piture turned out so clear. As I looked at my piture I realized I had frozen time forever. Then i realized that I was late for a photo shoot at the beach i had a long way to go.

My Blog by Dallas Anderson

Hi Everyone,

If you are a fan of any sport, check out my blog!

Click below to go to my blog!

http://sportstopia55555.blogspot.com

Dallas

Slightly Soaked Toes by: Cassidy Nelson :)

I am here in a place that is so very much more diverse from anywhere else. It has a calming mood to it because of its vivid colors and its setting all together. A great variety of brightness glistens from ever corner and window of this place. Here you can do a great many things. A voyage across a vast steel structure can save you time, and from even slightly touching your feet in any soaked surface bigger than a small puddle. The gleaming brightness is approaching from towers of cement and brick. Not far away famous structure is found. Here famous songs and music can be found and voices of all pitches are explored. this interesting music is commonly called Opera. Not only are there structures with color, but the sky has a vast variety of colors and even light. The most dominant color is plum. This color streaks across the long sky until it has reached every corner. Here you will never sleep. Even at sunset, the light can be found.

The City of Peace By Savid Acuna

The scene seems full of life yet not a single soul is in sight. It is peaceful and relaxing to look upon such scenery of beauty and harshness towards the once natural place it was before. The sun is low in the sky casting shadows here and there. Overhead it is cloudless, as on a beautiful spring day. Just on the horizon you can see the silhouette of mountains that have escaped the wrath of modern society. It is late in the year for some plants have started to change the colors of their leaves and are getting ready for winger. There might have been rain lately for the grass looks as though it has been soaked straight to the roots. Not many plants are shown because most of the ground is covered in concrete.

There are many kinds of structures in this place of peace. Some tall with many levels to them and some as small as plain houses. There is a large structure with stains on the roof, of age and rain. It might as well be an important place because the size is great and could house many people. There may be hundreds of structures scattered all around the city, so it seems like a great ocean of cement and bricks washing the land. If you have business or just want to go to the opposite land you can take a boat or drive. From this point you could think that there aren’t such things as problems in the world. Everything seems it is in harmony with all of its surroundings.