Pg. 1 Freddy the centipede is going to Joanie the jackal, Bianca the bear, Marissa the monkey, and Megan the moose’s house. But there was one problem…
Pg. 2 He had to go through the forest of spooky spiders! He stared at the forest for about 10 minutes, wondering what to do. Should he go around it? No, that would take too long. He couldn’t go over it or under it. There was only one possible way to cross the forest; he would have to go in it.
Pg. 3 He gathered up all of his courage, closed his eyes, and took one step in. Nothing happened. Everything stood still. He realized there was nothing to be afraid of. But then, from under a blueberry bush, crawled out two little spiders.
Pg. 4 “Hey what are you doing in this forest?”, said one of the little spiders.
“Uhmm, I was on my way to my friends’ house.”, said Freddy.
“Well, you can’t pass through here until you give us something yummy to eat.”, said the second little spider.
Pg. 5 Freddy looked in his pocket and saw the last blueberry muffin he had. The only way to get passed these insects was to give it to them. With the biggest frown on his face, he handed the treat over to them.
“Thank you very much.”, said the two spiders. “This will last us two whole months! You can now go!”
Pg. 6 Freddy skipped all the way out of the forest, and towards the house where all of his friends where waiting for him. When he got there, they greeted him with warm smiles and a huge plate stacked with all of the delicious blueberry muffins he could eat.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tikito the Llama (Short Story for French Class)
Tikito the Llama
Once upon a time there was a little llama named Tikito. He had purple fur. He liked little girl llamas. This turned into a problem because the little girl llamas thought he was weird. In the town of Llamaville, llamas had green fur. That made Tikito the weird llama. Tikito only had one friend, his name was Ramon. Ramon had a sister named Luciffer. Lucy was really insecure because she secretly loved Tikito.
One day, Tikito was in the Llama-Lima Lake with Ramon. They were waiting for Luciffer, the little girl llama. When she finally arrived, they all dived into the water. Then, all of a sudden, Tikito got bit by a shark!!! This made Luciffer very worried for her friend Tikito.
Then, they went to the llama hospital to get x-rays. Luciffer was so sad for Tikito that she started crying. She asked him, “Are you okay Tikito?” Tikito replied, “No. I’m not. My hoof hurts.” Luciffer and Ramon took Tikito home so he could get better.
After a year, Tikito’s hoof was all better. Tikito went to Ramon and Luciffer’s house to tell them about his hoof. When Tikito arrived, Luciffer asked him, “Do you love me?” Tikito replied, “No.” and he went home. They never saw each other again.
Luciffer got really depressed. She stopped going to school. She never left her room, got fat, and shaved all of her hair off. Eventually, Luciffer died.
THE END
Once upon a time there was a little llama named Tikito. He had purple fur. He liked little girl llamas. This turned into a problem because the little girl llamas thought he was weird. In the town of Llamaville, llamas had green fur. That made Tikito the weird llama. Tikito only had one friend, his name was Ramon. Ramon had a sister named Luciffer. Lucy was really insecure because she secretly loved Tikito.
One day, Tikito was in the Llama-Lima Lake with Ramon. They were waiting for Luciffer, the little girl llama. When she finally arrived, they all dived into the water. Then, all of a sudden, Tikito got bit by a shark!!! This made Luciffer very worried for her friend Tikito.
Then, they went to the llama hospital to get x-rays. Luciffer was so sad for Tikito that she started crying. She asked him, “Are you okay Tikito?” Tikito replied, “No. I’m not. My hoof hurts.” Luciffer and Ramon took Tikito home so he could get better.
After a year, Tikito’s hoof was all better. Tikito went to Ramon and Luciffer’s house to tell them about his hoof. When Tikito arrived, Luciffer asked him, “Do you love me?” Tikito replied, “No.” and he went home. They never saw each other again.
Luciffer got really depressed. She stopped going to school. She never left her room, got fat, and shaved all of her hair off. Eventually, Luciffer died.
THE END
Spring Break Fight
She said some hurtful words about my family, friends, and myself
Of course I said some back, but was this problem going to resolve itself?
She blames her faults on other people when it's no ones but her own
This is all a mess of hurtful words and its becoming a cyclone
If I forgive her, will she do the same thing?
Turn her back on me, talk behind my back, and blurt out hurtful words?
Or will she be faithful, true to her word, and never backstab me?
Let's give her one more chance, to try and redeem herself
For all that she has done to me, and maybe even oneself
But if she tries it one more time
I swear, that's the last time our friendship will ever shine.
Of course I said some back, but was this problem going to resolve itself?
She blames her faults on other people when it's no ones but her own
This is all a mess of hurtful words and its becoming a cyclone
If I forgive her, will she do the same thing?
Turn her back on me, talk behind my back, and blurt out hurtful words?
Or will she be faithful, true to her word, and never backstab me?
Let's give her one more chance, to try and redeem herself
For all that she has done to me, and maybe even oneself
But if she tries it one more time
I swear, that's the last time our friendship will ever shine.
The Hundreth Dove (Response/Joke)
What if someones reading response looked like this?:
This is a great piece, so score it a 100. Thank you.
There was 100 doves. The man killed the bird. The bird was white. And the bird was rich. It was rich because it had a big diamond ring. Well, the bird died. But right before that, the bird rhymed at him and told him he would have a lot of dumb stuff. The man did not want the dumb stuff so he killed it because it was annoying. He twisted its neck. And it died. The end.
If this piece of writing is too long, I am sorry but there was just so much to write about.
This is a good piece so grade it well. I did not read the story because it was boring. Thank-you and good bye.
This is a great piece, so score it a 100. Thank you.
There was 100 doves. The man killed the bird. The bird was white. And the bird was rich. It was rich because it had a big diamond ring. Well, the bird died. But right before that, the bird rhymed at him and told him he would have a lot of dumb stuff. The man did not want the dumb stuff so he killed it because it was annoying. He twisted its neck. And it died. The end.
If this piece of writing is too long, I am sorry but there was just so much to write about.
This is a good piece so grade it well. I did not read the story because it was boring. Thank-you and good bye.
Unwanted
What’s it like to have a family? To be loved? To know that someone is out there, caring for you? I was born into a family that didn’t want me. I was abused in every way possible. Ever since I was a little girl, about two or so, I remember my mommy and daddy would yell at me. They told me it was all of my fault. That, because of me, their lives were so miserable. And I, being about 5, knew no better and believed every word of it. I would pray to god at night so that he would make Mommy’s life easier at home with me. And I wished that Daddy’s day would be better than the one before. If it didn’t turn out that way, it was me who paid for it.
When Daddy was at work, I stayed with my mom at home. She slept in till two or three in the afternoon sometimes, and other days, she wouldn’t get up at all. She expected me to clean the house, make my meals for myself, and keep myself entertained. But I knew better than to make any noise at all. If I woke her, it was a sure beating. She would leave me sore. And it wasn’t so much of the beating that hurt me; it was more of the words that did the job. She called me useless, a mistake of god, an unwanted “thing”. But this was never anything compared to Daddy’s beating with his belt and mean words. Every day, he would come home mad. Angry because he didn’t make any sales at work. But I didn’t understand why it was my fault. All I knew was that I had to endure the pain. I dreaded the moment I heard his Sedan park out in the apartment’s parking lot. I would look out the window, and once I saw the beat up blue car, I would run to my room, and hide in my closet. But still, daddy always found me…and I knew the consequences for hiding from him.
After a while, I got used to it. My whole body was covered in cuts and bruises. But now, I saw it as an everyday normal thing. My friends at school would ask me if there was a problem at home. And every time, I would laugh about it and say that they were crazy. But, they knew better than that. I would have told someone, but I was scared. What if my mom or dad were to find out that I ratted them out. What would happen then? They already starved me sometimes. I got daily beatings from both of them, and sometimes, they would tell me that they didn’t want me anymore, and they left me out on the streets. Miles away from home, I would walk myself back. Tears pouring down my face, I wouldn’t look up; just stared at the ground and tried to find my way back. I would spend nights out on the streets sometimes. Scared of what events might go on around me, I always found a place that was safer for me. I was in the middle of the forest once, when my mom dropped me off. I had no clue where to go. I had never been in that place in my life. Maybe my mother had left me here because she knew I wasn’t familiar with the place. She knew I would never be able to find my way back. But she underestimated me a lot. I always found my way back; whether it was only a few blocks from our old apartment building or twenty miles from it.
The abuse started getting worse and worse by the day. Now, there were days when I didn’t even get out of bed. I stayed home from school and I thought to myself, “Why me? Why was I born into a family that hates me? Why was I born at all?”
I thought my life was horrible at the moment, but little did I know that it was about to get a whole lot worse than it had ever been…
To Be Continued.
When Daddy was at work, I stayed with my mom at home. She slept in till two or three in the afternoon sometimes, and other days, she wouldn’t get up at all. She expected me to clean the house, make my meals for myself, and keep myself entertained. But I knew better than to make any noise at all. If I woke her, it was a sure beating. She would leave me sore. And it wasn’t so much of the beating that hurt me; it was more of the words that did the job. She called me useless, a mistake of god, an unwanted “thing”. But this was never anything compared to Daddy’s beating with his belt and mean words. Every day, he would come home mad. Angry because he didn’t make any sales at work. But I didn’t understand why it was my fault. All I knew was that I had to endure the pain. I dreaded the moment I heard his Sedan park out in the apartment’s parking lot. I would look out the window, and once I saw the beat up blue car, I would run to my room, and hide in my closet. But still, daddy always found me…and I knew the consequences for hiding from him.
After a while, I got used to it. My whole body was covered in cuts and bruises. But now, I saw it as an everyday normal thing. My friends at school would ask me if there was a problem at home. And every time, I would laugh about it and say that they were crazy. But, they knew better than that. I would have told someone, but I was scared. What if my mom or dad were to find out that I ratted them out. What would happen then? They already starved me sometimes. I got daily beatings from both of them, and sometimes, they would tell me that they didn’t want me anymore, and they left me out on the streets. Miles away from home, I would walk myself back. Tears pouring down my face, I wouldn’t look up; just stared at the ground and tried to find my way back. I would spend nights out on the streets sometimes. Scared of what events might go on around me, I always found a place that was safer for me. I was in the middle of the forest once, when my mom dropped me off. I had no clue where to go. I had never been in that place in my life. Maybe my mother had left me here because she knew I wasn’t familiar with the place. She knew I would never be able to find my way back. But she underestimated me a lot. I always found my way back; whether it was only a few blocks from our old apartment building or twenty miles from it.
The abuse started getting worse and worse by the day. Now, there were days when I didn’t even get out of bed. I stayed home from school and I thought to myself, “Why me? Why was I born into a family that hates me? Why was I born at all?”
I thought my life was horrible at the moment, but little did I know that it was about to get a whole lot worse than it had ever been…
To Be Continued.
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