McCall Mash - Creative Writing Paragraph

She no longer had anything to fear. 85 years old; waiting to leave this place, and move on. Like a rose, she was done blooming. When she was young, death scared her. Just like it scares all youthful souls. But with age she gained a grace, that taught her to no longer fear. Life was good, she did all she felt she needed to do; and so she prepared to leave earth. Full of dignity and pride she accepted her future, and with joy she met it. And for us, she can teach a valuable lesson; to never fear.

Lucky 13

Um, well, I am stuck again. I really need to plan my topics. I will have to rant, and ranting is not good (No offense Jasmine, your rants are good, mine are not.). Let's see. I could talk about, I know, Christmas! Cue the jingle bells! Prepare the fake snow (or real, depending on the weather)! Bring me a a coat and hat and scarf and put a snowman in the background! Oh wait, am I still typing? Sorry, I will be back after a short break.

Welcome back to Lucky 13. I hope you enjoyed the quick break. As you can see, our topic for today is Christmas. Christmas is a wonderful time of year. It is very enjoyable. The best part about Christmas in my opinion is the music. I'm not talking about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer or Jingle Bells. Those are fine and good, but personally I prefer songs more around the style of We Three Kings (especially the arrangement of it that I have done myself).

Now what else is there to like about Christmas? We must not forget that important commodity of chocolate. Chocolate is an indispensable part of Christmas. I would go on, but my sister wants to use the computer now. Until next time...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Peter Rosen

You Have a Problem

Sorry this is going to be very small. I am leaving soon on a secret mission because I think that I found the location of Patrick Suanda. I am taking my jet to an undisclosed location *cough* Tokyo, Japan *cough*. I wish us all luck and a congratulations to Jasmine, who was yet again the only entrant of Peter's competition.

Aninimous.

P.S. I finally did lose the undead. They were eaten alive, or however you want to say it, by a bear.

26 Ways to Fail

It's THANKSGIVING!

Jasmine Crespo here from 26 Way to Fail reporting on this wonderful holiday

How is everyone's Thanksgiving so far? Good I hope.

*NOTE THIS POST HAS BEEN EDITED. :)

I is for INVENTIONS!

Yes inventions. As a lot of you know, inventions are very useful. Especially to Aninimous and >=D. Everyone knows what a Rube Goldeburg machine is correct? Okay. We ALL had fun with these machines in 8th grade so in the spirit of that I'm having another competition! (The previous competition is still going on until SOMEONE ELSE ENTERS) Here are the rules:

1. The machine has to have at least 13-26 pieces MINIMUM (Hey I just noticed... lucky 13 , 26 ways to fail.... 13x2=26.. yay! Wow.. that took forever. :) )

* It will be judged by these factors

-Use of winter theme

-How complicated it is

-HOW EARLY YOU ENTER!!!!!!

-IF YOU ENTER!!!

-If Aninimous is in there somewhere

If you didn't get tipped off by that last factor here is the ultimate theme for your machines:

WAYS TO TORTURE OR RUBE GOLDBERGNIZE ANINIMOUS

Here is the format for your entry:

(Title) {and} 26 Ways to Torture Aninimous

(Name)

(story of how you made the machine)

(How it tortures Aninimous)

(Why you should win)

VIDEO/ PICTURE

All entries due by January 3rd

YOU CAN BE IN TEAMS TOO! So have fun.

Jasmine Crespo

*You can borrow Aninimous (the penguin) and use him.
*(You might need his permission first)

Lucky 13

Ah yes. As my column runs on Wednesdays, I have successfully avoided the massive rush of people desperately trying to post for the assignment. Therefore it is now my privilege to address all those who are desperately commenting for the assignment. To get up to date, read the following special announcement:

http://honors9th.blogspot.com/2010/10/special-announcement.html

As a general rule, the popular posts, to the right, are the best. (Jasmine's Multiple Names is there because of the comments, not the post itself.) If you read the most popular post (I am honored to be the writer of it.) you will understand the rest of the article. (That article about indecision is what I consider to be my best article yet, by the way.)

Our winner is:

Jasmine Crespo, our only entrant (again)

Here is her story:

(I forgot to get commentary from her, so I will write some of my commentary)

YROTS GNIVIGSKNAHT
Jasmine Crespo
Once upon a time, in a land- not so far away there was a nerd. Now this nerd was happy. His name was Yrots Gnivigsknaht. ( Ya-ROT-s) (Ni-VE-gets-ka-hat) The kids in town used to taunt and tease him and so every day he ran home crying. His mother once told him that every Thanksgiving; a magical Turkey comes and grants one wish to the child with the most faith in him. “That sounds a lot like the Great Pumpkin on Charlie Brown Mom…” Yrots said “Shut up and eat your dinner Yrots.” His mother responded begrudgingly. So, even though his mother probably just said that to make him feel better, he still believed. The next month was then November and Yrots was ecstatic. He woke up to his Twilight calendar one day and discovered that it was the 26th! He jumped with joy and ran to the kitchen to tell his mother that it was thanksgiving. He found his mother and started relating to her what he was going to do this Thanksgiving Day. Then at the end of his outburst he asked his mom, “So what are we going to do today since it’s Thanksgiving?” his mom then burst into an uncontrollable laughter and said, “Son, did by chance look at your Twilight calendar from last year?” “Yes..” Yrots replied “Yrots,” his mother explained. “Thanksgiving is always the third Thursday of November. You were looking at last year’s calendar. Thanksgiving was yesterday honey.” Yrots stood in complete and utter shock, even though he was questioning why all his relatives had come over yesterday and he had passed out to a turkey coma. “Y-y- yesterday?” he stuttered. He then started screaming and ran out to the pumpkin patch outside. “WHY??” he screamed into the air. Just then a girl his age walked by him and shouted, “Because you’re an idiot!!” To end the story, Yrots waited until the next year when Thanksgiving was going to be on the 24th of November. And to his surprise, the Magical Turkey did exist, well at least the brand of turkey he ate at thanksgiving. The happy ending was his middle name was Bob and it took him a while to realize he could go by that instead and Bob lived happily ever after. The end.

Ah, another story about a poor nerd who falls into the clutches of a false reality. Poor Bob; his mother doesn't even realize that Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday in November, not the third. She can't even count to four, and yet she is so devious to make her son believe in a magical turkey that doesn't exist. It seems the only person in this story with any sense at all is the observant girl who recognizes just exactly what Bob is.

I'm sorry if my review offends you Jasmine. It was a good story!

Peter Rosen

P.S. I am no longer stuck in Caps Lock.

This picture contains many very interesting things. They are all random and have nothing to do with each other. This is just like our lives. We do lots of different random things but in the end they make up our lives. Just like the random things made up the picture.

-Ammon Harris

Battlefield Report

WHY DO THEY KEEP ON COMING? I HAVE BEEN STUCK CHARGING (AND IN CAPS LOCK) FOR THE PAST 24 HOURS. IT IS EXHAUSTING. WELL, CHARGE! WHY HAS THAT FOOL >:D SENT HIS (OR HER) ZOMBIES AFTER ME ANYWAY? HE (OR SHE) IS ON MY SIDE AND IT TOOK 10 MINUTES TO TAKE THEM OUT.

ANYWAY,

CHARGE!

(AGAIN)

PETER ROSEN

(STUPID CAPS LOCK)

You Have a Problem

(Gasping for air.) Hello... and welcome.... to... You have... a... Problem... What... a sec... ... Whew. I saw >=D's post on how if we did not comment we would either be blown up or devoured by his undead horde. Well, I did not believe it, and did not post, and sure enough soon I have some undead on my hands. I ran for my life, because I did not want to be devoured. Well, for some reason these are not the slow kind of undead. These undead were pretty fast. It didn't help either that I had all of those doughnuts beforehand. Anyway I finally outran them and came back here. Now onto todays topic. For all of you that haven't read any of the columns and have no idea what is going on, go back and read:

You Have a Problem

Lucky 13

26 Ways to Fail

The Daily Brief

When we last left, we were trying to stop the kangaroos form launching the rocket. Well I have some bad news. We did sabotage that rocket, but, that was a decoy rocket, and as we did that, the real rocket shot off, and you could see the toasters flying towards it, like moths to a flame. Well, that is a loss, but, you can't win every battle. Anyway, in the holiday season, the SSS and (yes we have a stupid name, I know) the Anti-SSS, have decided to have a snowball fight. I mean protecting, or destroying the toast industry is hard work. Well, I will keep you informed if there are any more devious plot uncovered, and... Really! You have got to be kidding me! The undead found me again. Well last words before I run away again. Fight the SSS, eat toast, and run from undead.

Aninimous

The Landscape by Savannah Weaver

Dull browns, greens, and blue cover the landscape. The details blend together, adding a blurry surface to the portrait. There’s a path leading towards a wall of trees, heading nowhere and everywhere at once. A short wooden fence stands to the left. It sags. A lone cabin stands to the right, with nothing special to define it. Vast mountains stand in the background, caging in the valley where the portrait resides. All alone, in the middle of a utopia, the clearing holds no meaning at a first glance. Nothing special stands out. Then, the longer eyes stare at it, the colors become sharp and bright. A deeper meaning of the space begins to form in the mind, and at that moment the portrait becomes more than a portrait, but a symbol of something that can only be seen with an unclouded gaze.

Creative Writing

It was a camping scene, a long time ago in the old west. There were tents scatteredt all over the ground, inbetween trees, on tiny hills, in gullies, and many other landforms. There were people too, who were standing guard around the camp, like a war party. The group looked secretive, as if trying to surprise someone that did not even know they exsisted. They reminded me of a war party, passing through the country, to get at someone. This picture not only gave me all of that, but sparked a memory that turned into a fire of thoughts.

~Spencer Downs

Creative Writing - by Otdom Polson

My family is scarred with fear. It may be from the tragic war of Cambodia that my family was forced to endure, but now, in present day, my dad is afraid to express his feelings, my uncle can be very aggressive, and most likely all of my aunts and uncles are afraid to waste any food. Either way, everyone in my family has some form of fear instilled in them.

For the picture of a statue of Sacagawea by Cyrus Edwin Dallin, my group put it into the fear category. Sacagawea looked scared; her back was turned, she had neither a sad nor happy face, and she held her arms close to her. She also held an axe, showing that within that gentle and quiet spirit, there lies a fierce and unstable demon just waiting to manifest. This sculpture relates to me because she is a visual metaphor of my family's fear. My family sometimes turn their back on the positive sides of life, refusing to listen to how things could be better. My family tries to hide their feelings from time to time, showing close to no emotion at all. My family is occasionally afraid to extend their arms out in friendship to people and to the world. Lastly, my family can indeed have a very volatile temper. They try to bottle up emotions until fiery anger explodes on things that normally aren't worth getting upset over.

Fear is shown in Fahrenheit 451 by the common society. They mercilessly destroy books of culture without even thinking what they are destroying. In this tragic action, they show fear: fear in learning about the past; fear of the government; fear of other people. They are forced to burn these books out of fear. Sometimes, we ourselves do certain things out of bravery, but when we are driven by fear, it is forced. Fear is a powerful motivation towards actions, and unfortunately, is more potent than bravery.

Amazing Elephants by Will Matthews

I stood in front of the audience; my heartbeat a horse's hooves pounding at the speed of light. I knew my lines. I knew what i had to say, had to do, had to act. Yet i was frozen in time as the audience stares on, surely it has been a whole minute. Finally i utter the words "The amazing elephants!" and present them with a sweep of my tiny arm. As i go back to my corner of the stage, my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Barunburgee, says i did great. I'm convinced she's just trying to do damage control on my ever so fragile ego, afraid it would shatter like a baseball-targeted window, not wanting me to burst into tears on stage.

The Girl in The Dark

The girl asks the window questions but the window whispers nothing to her. She wants to know what the outside world hides from her. The innocence of childhood holds her back. The joyful innocence of wonderful childhood but why did she want to know. She should enjoy her childhood, not wish to pollute it with the stench of the world. She needed to stay clean but she didn’t want to. She went looking to the window and soon enough she saw the rest of the world.

I was tired of childhood. I went looking for the truth. I didn’t know what the truth was but now I know that I still wish I didn’t know the truth. At the age of seven I went looking, looking, and looking. I found what I had been looking for. But once I figured out that Santa wasn’t real I realized I wished I had never gone looking in the first place. That's what childhood tragedy this picture reminds me of.

-Xander Summers

Ciera Bradley

The young girl in the windowsill, Francis, is all alone. She has a doll but she has no happiness, she has power working against her, it hurts her. She needs love and warmth.

Things aren't Always As They Seem-Maddie McMillan

this scene is perfect. There is a small stream of water running down the middle, with a light clearance in the back ground. the trees all have a radiant green color of their leaves. It's almost like a grove. this section of the forest is alive. Every plant is springing up from the ground, with dazzling colors penetrating the natural look of life. This grove of trees is beautiful. However, it is only beautiful when looked at in a perfect world. But the world is not safe. There are always monsters hiding in the closet. this picture had all the monsters come out just now.

Creative Paragraph- Madeline Olsen

A girl stands with a perfectly turned out leg, preparing to take her first step. A black ribbon is tied around her neck, signifying her talent and high-ranking position in the Paris Opera Ballet. The instructor corrects her, and I think of how I would feel if I were in her place. I imagine my heart racing, cheeks burning with embarrassment for being singled out in front of the whole class, yet pleased at the attention. Another young girl stands in the corner, leaning away from the barre, wistfully watching, and dreaming of being seen. Her neck is noticeably bare. Unlike the other members of the company, this girl cares about the lack of attention she receives.

Creative paragraph- MAdelin Crapo Per. 1

It was exciting to see the hustle and bustle of suburban Utah change slowly in to a never ending sea of steep canyon walls and narrow red rock gully's. The cool fresh air filtered into the car and our minds. We were eager to get started exploring and seeing the beautiful and dramatic landscapes. The hike we were most intrigued by was one called Angel's Landing. We started the hike and it didn't take long for us to see what we had gotten ourselves into.

A Loss, no, More Like a Lack of Words

One time I had a hard time talking was when my cousin came from Venezuela. She only spoke Spanish, and I am (a little) rusty in that area. Her vocabulary was indefinitely bigger than mine. Compared to her, I sounded like a five-year-old. We were easily raised in different surroundings and people. It was quite funny and interesting to hear what she said and how she said it, she sounded like a grownup. Whenever we spoke, it was a line or two. We were two puzzle pieces of the same puzzle, both of us come from the same family, but we are so different.

-Savid Acuña

In the Middle of Nowhere

A day full of peace and quiet was all I needed to make the journey better. The one day we got to stay in the same campsite was a day full of rejoicing on my part. It was relaxing for me to be able to walk around with my friends and chat while we watched others do their own activities. If my best friends hadn't have been there I probably would have died! It was fun to see that we could look somewhat like a real pioneer trek company. Although, us girls were definitely more fashionable than the women back then, with our funky animal printed skirts and sunglasses on. It was amazing to see the unity we had as a whole and to experience a portion of what it was like for the real pioneers. The hard things in life are what make us better, stronger people. This experience is not one I would give up for anything else, but that doesn't mean I'm prepared to go back and do it again any time soon.
by Kyleigh Cooper

Personal Narrative - Brennan Clayton

The picture that I used was by Calvin Fletcher and the tile of the picture is Wash Day in Brigham City and I thought represented a Utopia. It brought a thought of happiness to my mind. The old woman hanging her clothing out on the line looked so happy even in the snow and cold. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world and was absolutely loving her life.
In Fahrenheit 451 they wanted the society to be a perfect society or a Utopia. They tried in a way that messed everything up and it created something bad. A world where no one can read books or know the true meanings of things.