Megan's Magic Market

  I walked into my favorite store, Megan's Magic Market. The bell jingled when I swung open the glass door.
  "Hi, Megan!" I greeted the young lady who ran the store.
  "Oh! If it isn't my favorite magic addict." Megan teased. "Looking for anything?"
  "Nothing specific. I'll call you if I find anything." I said amiably.
  She shrugged her purple clad shoulders and walked into the back room.
  I stood for a moment taking in the magic shop. The scent of heavy incense filled the air of the shop leaving me slightly dizzy. While the scent was good, it was extremely strong and I could taste a heavy bitterness on my tongue.
  Skulls (I had no idea whether they were real), candles, magic wands, cursed swords (Again, I don't know if they're real), cards, and magic manuals laid, some covered in a thick sheet of dust, on the shelves. A few white doves were locked in bird cages. Rabbits of all colors glared at me.
  Then, I saw it. The one thing I really, really wanted. I had always hoped for a rabbit of my own, but none really popped out at me. Megan always said that when getting a pet to help you with magic it chooses you.
  The rabbit that I saw and instantly wanted was coal black with mischievous red eyes. It stared at me, and I stared back.
  "Megan!!!" I called out.
  "Huh?!" I heard her say with an accompanying boom. "Ouch!"
  "Sorry!" I yelled. "Did you hit your head on that shelf again?"
  "Yeah, but I'm fine." she insisted while walking out of the back room.
  "Ummm....well, I found my rabbit." I beamed.
  "Really?" she squealed.
  "Yup! That one over there." I said, pointing to my bunny.
  Meagan stared at me incredulously.
  "It figures that you would get the cursed rabbit."she sighed.
  "Okay... how much is it?" I asked.
  "For you...thirty bucks." she said.
  "Thanks."
  I lifted the bunny and took him to my face. His fur was soft and he smelled like springtime. He was perfect.
  I quickly paid for him but refused the cage Megan was willing to throw in for free. Partners didn't keep each other in cages. It just wasn't done. Then, we left, the bell jingling when the glass door slammed shut with a quiet thud.      

Dog Magic

  I ran to my food bowl, my nails clacking on the tiled floor. I whined for my human to feed me. She came and spoke in her strange language.
  "Hungry?" she asked.
  "Hung gree?" I thought. "What does that mean?"
  My human pulled out a strange machine. Humans always complicate everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. It's ridiculous.
  "I hope you like your new doggy door. Then you won't whine when you have to go outside." my human chirped.
  "What the heck is she doing?" I thought.
  Taking the strange floppy machine, she attached it to the door.
  "Okay...go." she commanded.
  That was one word I had learned to recognize. Go. So, even though I was having a little spaz attack I walked into the machine... and I was suddenly outside! My human had made me a teleporter!
  Finally, I get something interesting from her! It was crazy and I spent hours using my teleporter. It was magic.
 

My New Flower

  Salutations! I am R.A. Davis. I am a flower designer. In case you don't understand it means I'm hired every once in awhile by God to make a new flower, and today I got my new assignment. He told me to create a flower that attracted the new bat he was creating.
  I had already drawn up the plans. The flower's petals would be shaped like bat wings, and would be an alternating pattern of black and glowing white. The stem would look delicate but be very difficult to yank out of the ground.
  Now, I will tell you the secret to how it attracts this new bat. You can't tell anyone...or else I will be forced to turn YOU into a flower (or maybe a weed). So, the secret is that the flower sends out signals to attract the bat. the signals appeal to their echolocation. Genius, don't you think? I do. But, don't tell anyone about it. The stupid humans may try to take a specimen.   

Presidential Speech

  Note: Actually I already wrote a speech for minors...but I guess I'll write another one.

   I, Barak Obama, am here to inform the American people on the Zombie Apocolypse. We must remain brave, as only the American people can. Some of you may wonder who is at fault. But, no one is.
  This is a natural virus that wiped out humanity right after the Ice Age. For some reason it has surfaced again.  Please remain calm. One-third of the population of the world are now zombies.
  This is your President, saying not to panic and to carry a gun with you at all times. A gun or a bazooka., anyway. If it gets out of hand we will use our nuclear weapons. That is a promise.  

Juniga

  "Soooo, you want to play Scrabble?" my partner, Richard Tigerheart asked.
  "Nah." I replied. "Unless you have the really old bored game version..."
  "Sorry. I own the electronic version."
  "Darn."
  Hello, I'm Rebecca A. Davis. I'm an astronaut. The year is 2025, and the technology is amazing. At least, it would be if I liked all the stupid technology. I prefer the old fashioned way of doing things, like using an actual board to play Scrabble instead of a hologram.
 "Becca, we're about to land on the mystery planet. Prepare for turbulence." June said.
  I saw my super model of a companion. June had long carrot hair. Her body was tall and slender. She wore a slim, sleek, purple space suit.
  When I was younger, space suits were big, and bulky. Now, they are form fitting, and light. The helmet looks a little like a motorcycle helmet, only it's slimmer.
  "Come on! We've landed!" Richard yelled.
  I zipped up my silver suit, and cautiously stepped out of the spaceship. The planet was lush, with red, orange, and lime green vegetation. I heard the light sound of insects.
  "Ha ha ha! This place is so cool!" Richard laughed.
  "Beautiful. I could totally design a clothing line based on this place." the part-time fashion designer, Sara, breathed.
  "We're in a potentially hostile environment. Stop acting like we're on a vacation." I scolded.
  "No one takes this stuff serious but you. You need to relax. Look, there's a hotspring!" June squealed.
  "Hmph! That water could be acidic." I warned.
  "That's why we have our suits." Richard said carelessly.
  "But..."
 "Relax." Sara said.
 The rest of them jumped into the hotspring. I sat on a rock, guarding.
 "Awww! Becky! Come on in!" whined June.
 "Don't call me Becky." I grumbled.
 The crew laughed at my expense. They're idiots. I mumbled incoherant words under my breath and turned the other way.
  Suddenly, I heard a shriek from the hotspring, and spun around fast. Someone was missing. Richard...here. June...here. Sara...not here. Oh no.
  "What the heck happened!!!" I roared.
  "S-sara d-d-disapeared." a trembling June whimpered.
  "S-she d-didn't disapear!" Richard wailed. "A creature dragged her under the water!"
  "Then get out of the hotspring, you idiots!" I yelled. Man, why do they always make my team idiots? I think they're trying to kill me. Homebase doesn't like me. All I did was blow up a few...million labs.
  They tried to scramble out of the water, but then a creature rose up.
  It was strange. It had the teeth of a sabertooth tiger. It's claws were a demented, much more deadly, version of a cat's. But, the scariest thing were the eyes. They looked like human eyes. The eyes even held the spark of human intelligence. I could tell that it's spark of intelligence was much brighter than ours. We didn't stand a chance in confrontation.
  "Retreat! Fall back, you ignoramouses!" I screamed, my throat raw.
  My crew stood frozen, staring into the eyes of the beast. At first, I was under the impression that thay were simply terrified. In actuality, the monster had hypnotized them, and I realized this. What a pain! I would just leave them here...but my bosses would kill me. Oh well.
  I took out a tractor ray and shot it at my idiotic team. It trapped them and I dragged them along while running away from the beast, who apparently wasn't thrilled with the idea of it's prey getting away.
  "Sorry about stealing your prey! I'd leave them with you, but then my bosses might murder me!" I yelled back.
  "Oh, if that's the reason, I understand, " the monster said in an extremely sophisticated voice.
  Well...I wasn't exactly shocked. I knew it was intelligent. But why did it have to have such a snooty voice. It made me fell inferior. I probably was, but still, you shouldn't make people feel like that.
  "Thanks! Oh yeah! And what's the name of this planet?" I skidded to a stop, while I spoke.
  "Juniga. Now, get along, little human. You are almost as intelligent as me. How unfortunate you were born into such a stupid race." the creature sympathized.
  "Tell me about it." i complained. "Well, bye."
  I trotted away, practically glowing with pride. I also brought along the others, in case you actually care.
 
   
  

Atttitude Adjustment

  "Come on!!!" my mom yelled. "It's time to get your first allergy shots."
   I was actually pretty nervous. Then again, I was like five years old. I was still afraid of needles.
  "O-okay." I stammered.
  I walked to the car and we drove to the allergy shot place.
  "Rebecca Davis, we are ready for you." the receptionist said.
  I trudged in there. I chewed on my lips until they bled. The doctor swooped down with the gigantic needle and injected me.
 I almost screamed but then I realized it didn't hurt at all! I had gotten worked up over nothing. I had to take allergy shots for the next four and a half years. But, I haven't been afraid of needles since.

































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 I was so nervous. I was in the doctor's office, about to get my first allergy shot. My little five-year old hands trembled with anxiety.
  "Rebecca Davis, we are ready for you." the tall, red haired receptionist said loudly.
  "O-okay." I stammered.
  I was led into a gray room. I was put on a plum colored chair. I chewed on my lips untill they bled. The doct or smiled att me and took out a syringe. It had a wicked needle. My breathing became slightly more rapid.
  The doctor swooped down and jabbed it into the soft flesh of my upper arm. I almost cried out. But, then I realized that it hadn't hurt at all! So, now I'm not afraid of needles at all. And I'm free of allergies.

My New Fantastically Awesome World

  Deep inside the center of our world is another world. One that's undeniably hot and much smaller than ours. The people, in turn, are also smaller, or at least they were, before the Great Flood of Kuthamancara.
  It was a Glugg (our equivalent to Monday) morning. As always the citizens of the great city, Kikorono, were at the Freysoa, a place of great worship. They were worshiping the great god, Moe. According to them, Moe had a beautiful wife, Serenedenia.
  Seredenia had long hair that was as golden as the sun. Her gold eyes sparkled. She was tall.  Although, she did have one fault.  She had the desire to have a child. A boy, so that if her husband ever left her for another sky fairy she would be able to marry her son.
  So, the cause of the flood was the baby she wanted. After a hard labor, she birthed a girl, who instantly grew into a young woman, s sky fairies do. But, because this girl was half god, and half sky fairy, she was more beautiful than her mother. Seredenia, mad with jealousy, tried to name her Nog, but Moe refused the name, and named his daughter, Aliana.  
  Aliana had longish hair that was black as a raven's wing. Her deep viloet eyes were speckled with silver. Aliana was much more admired than her mother and the people of Kikorono worshipped her along with the Moe.
  Seredenia's hair lost it's golden glow, and her eyes lost their sparkle, as she delved deeper into her jealousy. She somehow got it into her head that her husband was planning to marry his own daughter. Seredenia came up with a plan.
  A week earlier Seredenia had heard that the Ice Age of the Upper World was ending. The ice was melting, so it would be simple to drown everyone. She drilled through the earth and made drains. On the end of the Jujuke Festival the whole, small world flooded. All perished, except for Moe, Seredenia, and Aliana.
  It was a well known fact that Aliana was in love with a mortal. His name had been Akuji.
  Aliana wept for the loss of her lover. She refused to sleep or eat. Her beauty seemed to fade as her will to live did. Aliana soon died.
  Moe was griefridden. He cast out his wife to the Upper World. Seredenia, was unaccustomed to the outside air and died, as well. Moe was alone and he couldn't bear it. The Great God faded away. And all tha was left of the  Inner World was gone.

The Funeral

  I stood over the deceased body of my beloved father. His skin was pale and cold. I reached down and felt the marble-like texture of his skin. He had asked to be buried next to my mother. Unfortunately, I had no money to afford a grave. Yeah, I'm that broke.
  So, because my father had always loved eating fish, crabs, and more seafood, I figured it would be a good idea to throw him in the ocean. The fish would eat his body and then all the fish spirits in heaven would be okay with him eating them.
  I can just imagine a huge horde of fish with  a bunch of sea urchins on sticks and pitchforks chasing my father around in an angry mob. Then when they finally catch him... yeah, I have no idea. I'm not a fish.
  But, I can also imagine my father cursing me out because he didn't want his body eaten by fish. Perhaps, he would have rather been eaten by worms? I'll ask him when I pass away.

The Squeaking Shoes

  "Squeak, squeak, squeak." The shrill sound of squeaking shoes filled the school hallways.
  I seethed. What is the matter with people's shoes?! It had been an extremely rainy morning and my brain felt like it had been torn into a million pieces by a phsyco cat, thrown up, cremated, and after that my brain ashes had been recycled into cat litter.
  "I don't get why it annoys you so much." my friend, Jessica, said her Nikes squeaking.
  "It's awful." I said miserably.
  "How ironic." she laughed.
  "Why?"
  "Your shoes are squeaking the most."
  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed crazily. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
  So, I went insane and tried to stab everyone with my ipod. The doctors said that I wasn't allowed to go to school on rainy or snowy day. If you think about it I'm actually pretty lucky. I, on average, skip a third of the school year.  Yay me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Space- Time Cloak

  The downfall of Man has occured. It all started when the scientists created the Space- Time cloak.  It erased time from everyone but the user. The idiot scientists didn't think it through though. They never really do.
  So, it's pretty simple what happened. I was sure the downfall of man would come with this device from the beginning. But, no. They never would listen to a twelve-year old. Those scientists like to think they're crazy smart.
  Anyway, what happened was that more people started to buy those cursed things. People used them all the time. No one's memory was complete. We couldn't learn from our mistakes because we couldn't remember them. It was everyone owned a reset button to the world. Whenever somebody did something wrong it was easy to fix it without trying. Criminal activity skyrocketed but no one knew. Stocks dropped but no was aware.
  In the end what really ended us was that people started to erase their enemies and in turn erasing most people. Soon, the beginning of the world was in the future. The whole human race ended up dead. So, now I'm in heaven having a great time telling everbody I told you so.

Random Fact

  "Now introducing our favorite host, Rebecca Davis!!!" a deep voice said.
  "Thank you! Let's meet our contestants." I said. "We have Mary Reed and Alfred Bonney here. Tell us a little about yourselves."
  "I am Mary Reed and I'm a reporter for Life Magazine. I love writing and I've come across a lot of strange facts. I'm here to WIN!!!" Mary Reed yelled.
  "I am Alfred Bonney. I'm a writer for Wikipedia. I'm going to win because my wallet is HUNGRY!!!" Alfred yelled.
  My contestants walked to their podiums.
  "Okay! Let's get started! Mary you go first. Are apple seeds toxic to humans?" I asked.
 "No?" she said.
 "Corrrect! Alfred, what kind of fork can be digested by the human stomach?"
 "None." he stated confidently.
 "Wrong!!!!" I yelled happily.
 Mr. Bonney looked ready to kill.
 "Mary, how are you?"
 "Good."
 "Wrong answer!" I smiled.
 "Wait! How was that a question?!" Mary shrieked.
 "Back talking the host, are you?" I asked with mock seriousness.
 "No!" she panicked.
 "Wrong answer!" I laughed.
 Ms. Reed looked positively purple with rage.
 "Are you an alien?" I asked.
 "No!"
 "Wrong answer!"
 "Do you like cherry pie?"
 "Yes."
 "Wrong answer! You know I'm tired of you, Mary. Guards!" I yelled.
 Two large men came and dragged her away.
 "Okay! Alfred, if you can answer this question you win. What color is your underwear?"
 " Ummmmm.........blue." he said.
 "Wrong answer!"
 "But they are blue!" he screamed.
 "No.... they are indigo." I calmly said.
 "WHAT?!" the audience yelled increduosly.
 "Yup! Guards!"
 The guards came back and took him away. He was using language in a bad way. Fortunately, he won the title for the most curses in a single sentence.
 "I guess I win!!!!! Yay!!!!!!" I clapped loudly."So join us next time! Maybe you'll be the next victim... er....contestant."

Electric Eyes

  Guess what?! I'm getting electric eyes! It's a miracle! Or at least I think so. See, I've been blind since I was fifteen. I had a really bad accident with a drunk creep and scissors. Let's not go into it any further.
  So I'm sitting in the doctor's office waiting for my new eyes. Of course first my blind eyes are going to be scooped out first. But it's just basic procedure. A lot of peple do it. So, don't worry about me.
  The doctor is calling me in. I sit down on the uncomfortable green chair. He sticks an IV into me and I feel myself fading... fading... fading.
  Can you believe it?! My electric eyes work perfectly! Not to mention the eyes I chose are beautiful and I can change the color whenever I want. It's pretty great! It's a whirl of endless colors that I haven't seen in ten years. I barely recognize my home anymore; it's changed a lot. But, still I can see! I can see! I CAN SEE!

I Want to Be...

  I think I might want to be my Aunt Sarah. Her family goes everywhere! They go on the coolest trips. I can't help but feel a little jealous.
  They went to Disney World, the Grand Canyon, Hershey Park, etc...  If I was Aunt Sarah I'd organize even cooler trips like to Italy, France, and Greece. Of course I'd understand that other people might be jealous so I'd invite everyone.
  It would end up being amazing. No one would feel left behind and I'd finally get to go on a really cool trip. It would be great to bring along some friend too.

The Waltz of the Swing

  Have you ever thought of my point of view? Of course you haven't. You humans never pause to think about how us swings feel. Why would you. To you we are simply inanimate objects. Props in your everyday life. But believe me when I say there's more to us than meets the eye.
  I started out as a young swing learning physics and Swing Theory. It was tough but it was necessary. Finally after 3 years of science we got to the famous Waltz of the Swing. Of course you humans believe that you are moving us. You're wrong. That silly pumping you do with your legs is ridiculous. 
  "Mr. Swingington, remember the rhythm." Mrs. Down said.
  One, two, three, one two, three, one, two, three, one two, three. The numbers rang through my head in an endless pattern.
  Finally, I mastered it and graduated. I'll show you my class picture.

  Anyway I was sent to a girl. She was now my partner in the Waltz of the Swing. I quickly learned that she preferred to go forwards rather than backward and in this way we were alike. When we went forward we both were happy. When we went backwards the girl was scared and gripped my chains tighter. Overall our dance was successful.

  But then came the fateful day when the girl fell off! Our dance had been ruined it's 1 2 3 rythm broken. The poor girl cried her little brown eyes out. She didn't like me anymore. She was scared of me. My beloved dance partner was gone. What would become of me? 

  My girl wouldn't touch me. I rusted and grew old and faded. The picture from school was in the past. I  looked hideous. 

  The girl came back to me after many years but she was now a woman.

  "I'm sorry." she apologized. "I shouldn't have been scared. I lost a good dance partner."

  I wished with all my rusted old heart that perhaps we could be partners one last time.

 The woman sat down on my worn out uncomfortable seat. But she didn't seem to mind. She grabbed rusty chains and pushed off. I creaked and groaned. Pain shot through me. my partner and I danced on. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three. Then I collapsed.

Epilogue

  Harrrison Q. Swingington

        Beloved Swing

   Amazing Dance Partner

        Master of the

    Waltz of the Swing 

  

 

Annoying Amy

  "Hello, class! We have a new student. Her name is Amy." our overly enthusiastic teacher squealed.
  "Hi. I'm Amy and I love to knit." the new girl said.
  Amy was short and skinny. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were an indeterminate color. Trinsa immediately ran up to her and bombarded her with "friendly" questions as if she wasn't just trying to acquire gossip.
  I felt disgusted at Trinsa's behavior. Amy grabbed up some knitting needles and started to knit. All through the day, during math, reading, ect.  I really had no idea what the big deal was with knitting.
  For three months whenever I saw her Amy was knitting. It was actually kind of scary how obsessive she was. On the day before Christmas break Amy passed out packages for everyone.
  They were sweaters. Mine was a royal purple with yellow swirls. Trinsa's was a hot pink with the word        " LOSER" in a fancy script. You should have seen the horror that was her expression. I decided thatAmy was an absolutely amazingly fantastic person. That and that knitting isn't as useless as I thought. 

Angry for No Apparent Reason

  Well, once my mom started to yell at me because my poppop bought a goat. Yeah, I don't get it eitther. She just yelled at me and I was all confused because it wasn't my fault even though I did help him pick out one. But my cousins did too. Not to mention my poppop has a history of irresponsible buying. He buys the weirdest things. Yet my mom still blamed me.
  Then when I told her what happened she just left my room.  It made like no sense at all. I was so confused, and  a little hurt. Do you understand, because I still don't.
 

Freedom and Independance

  The first time I ever felt independant was actually when I was around three. I had just read my first book and I was insanely proud of myself. It proved to me that I was grown up. You see, when I was younger the only difference I could see between children and adults was that adults could read. So, obviously,because I could read I must be an adult.
  Of course as I grew up I lost that feeling of independance because I knew that I wasn't actually grown up yet even though I could read. Yeah I was disapointed. But oh well.

Learning from Friends

  "Hey, Sophie, why do you eat such strange food?" I asked.
  "Well, have you ever had any of the food I eat." she asked.
  "Well, no." I admitted.
  Sophie smiled at me and offered half of her pickle and peanut butter samwich. I dubiously took it and slowly took a small bite.
  "How do you like it?" Sophie asked.
  "It's actually really good." I said suprised.
  "Yup." she grinned. "Now you can make your own."
  "Thanks."
  So, I learned tto always try something before you judge it. Thank you, Sophie! 

Book into Movie

 In my opinion a book that should be made into is Hunger Games. It's super popular with people and it's extremely cool. It might be difficult to make because it's set in the future and the technology described inthe book is very adavanced. Luckily, the part in District 12 will be easy enough.
 The problem is that even though it is a wonderful book it can be easily mangled. So, whoever does it should have experience like Tim Burton. I think he'd be perfect.

Evil in the World

 I guess to stop evil in the world you could either become a superhero or you could become the ruler of the world. Both would be very effective.
 Think about it. I know that becoming a super hero is cliche but it's still effective.  I could fight evil but honestly, I probably wouldn't do a very good job. With becoming the ruler of the world you can stop all people from doing bad things and you ge the perks that come with the job. Such as no one can tell you what to do, and how you can pretty much have anything you want. But, that might actually increase the evil so that's not a really great idea.
 I guess the best way to do this is to do what you need to do and be kind to everyone.

Keep Your Fingers Crossed

  The icy claws of fear dug into my heart. I was hyperventilating. What if I made a fool of myself? What if I they all laughed at me. What if I sounded like a frog? I really didn't want to go out on that stage.
  "Ally, you're up!" the stage manager called. "Break a leg!"
  I started up there and whispered to my friends, "Keep your fingers crossed."
  I stepped onto the stage; the audience was silent. Scary! I took a deep breath and sang. But, I was so nervous I threw up. My face burned in shame and the crowd looked at me in an obvious combination of disgust and pity. I ran off the stage. I wouldn't let them see me cry. Yeah,obviously keeping your fingers crossed doesn't work.

Old King Cole

  Old King Cole was a merry old soul. Or at least he seemed to be. He was the best king that the kingdom of Hueca. But, he wasn’t as merry as everyone assumed. Poor Cole was actually miserable and lonely. The Royal Advisor, Poshindinski McRichington was relentless about the issue of the king remarrying. Everyone who attempted to make the king fall in love with them ended up denied by Poshindinski. They were all too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny, too poor, or too eccentric. King Cole was extremely tired of the affair and decided he would meet the possible women himself.

  As it turned out this just made it worst. Even more women flocked to the castle when they heard of the young king’s wealth and looks. King Cole sank deeper into the depression and the kingdom spiraled out of control.

  Then, one stormy afternoon Poshindinski finally convinced Cole to try to find a wife one more time. So, the Royal Advisor opened the great gates and women flooded inside.

  “Your Majesty, I believe I should be your wife because I will make you happy.” one woman said.

  “Your Highness, make me your wife and we’ll dance until dawn.” a rather clumsy woman claimed.

  “Your Greatness, I am the perfect woman.” a beautiful, but exceedingly vain lady bragged.

  But all were sent away. At sunset when they were about to close the gate an average to pretty looking girl ran up to the gates.

  “Wait! I need to talk to King Cole! Wait!” the girl yelled.

  “Ma’m, I’m afraid that you are too late. The King is very tired.” Poshindinski said eyeing the rags that she wore with distaste.

  “Poshindinski just let her in.” he commanded. “You might as well.”

  Reluctantly, the Royal Advisor led her into the throne room.

  “Miss…?” he began.

  “Adrianna.” She replied.

  “Miss. Adrianna is here to seek company with you, milord.” Poshindinski said pompously.  

  “Miss, why do you think you should be my wife?” asked King Cole wearily.

  “I don’t” Adrianna stated simply.

  “What?!” Poshindinski exclaimed.

  “I’m not beautiful, or talented. I can’t dance, and I can’t promise that you’ll always be happy even when I’m here. God knows I’m far from being the perfect woman. The only thing I’ve got going for me is that I’m perfectly happy with how I am and I won’t try to change you.” Adrianna said confidently.

  King Cole gaped at her. Here was the kind of person that he could fall in love with. She didn’t see him as a prize but as a person.

  “Poshindinski, please inform this Adrianna’s parents that she has been chosen.” King Cole announced.

  “B-but s-sire…” he began.

  “Miss. Adrianna, will you be my wife?” Cole asked.

  “Sure, why not?” she said playfully.

  “S-sire! She has no proper breeding! She’s a peasant! It’s ludicrous!” Poshindinski yelled.

  “Poshindinski, you’re fired.” The king said calmly, then turning back to his fiancé.

 “Sir, you can’t do this!”

 But the newly engaged couple ignored him and chatted, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.     

What do You Like About Yourself?

  What I like about myself is that I can read extremely fast and that I'm good at it. I consider myself a pretty good person. I don't use violence to solve my problems and I try to encourage people as well as I can. I like that I haven't abandoned a friend yet and that I love writing. Another thing I like about myself is that I'm a dreamer. I can escape the humdrum of reality and dive into my mind, where there are haunted mansions, endless carnivals, dancing and singing ghost bands, people who can bring their drawings to life, ect. So, I think that me being a dreamer is probably what I like about myself the most.
  One other thing that just occured to me is that I like the way I don't like chocolate. I know it's kind of a shallow thing forme to like. But, if you think about it I've probably cut out one of the things that would make me fat.

Clothes Poetry

  I love my socks.
  I keep them in a special box.
  I wear a new pair everyday.
  They are stored away,
  In a very special box.

  I wear socks,
  With polka dots.
  Stripes and more.
  Socks galore!

  They hide undernaeth my shoe.
  Without my socks I couldn't make-do.
  They keep my feet warm,
  Even in a thunderstorm.

  I get a lot of socks for gifts.
  In the day it gives me a lift.
  Socks are everywhere.
  Even in a dragon's lair.

  So, I love socks,
  That's surely true.
  So now that you know why,
  How about you?
 

 
 
 

If My Boat Started to Sink

  I'm in my little sailboat. It rocks gently under the robin-egg blue sky. The blue-green water glistened under the butter yellow sun. I'm fishing for the slippery trout. I reach into a bag and pull out a peanut-butter sandwich. I start to get drowsy; the boat acting like a cradle. My eyes slowly close.
  I wake up. I really shouldn't have been here so long. It's dangerous. Especially for someone who hasn't been swimming in ten years. Then I felt something wet. My heart beat faster and panic dug it's claws into my heart, refusing to loosen it's strangling grip. The boat was going to sink.
  I hurriedly scooped the water that was flowing into the sailboat with a dented bucket. But I knew I wouldn't be able to save my poor little sailboat, so I am forced to abandon it. Jumping out of the boat, I barely remember to grab a neon orange life jacket and slip it on.
    I am bobbing up in down, stranded in the middle of a lake where no one will find me. I quickly ascess the situation. I need to get to land which is about 2 miles away at least. The temperature is dropping rapidly as the sun descends. Being in danger of hypothermia, I can barely swallow my hysterical panic and anxiety. But I push all the negative thoughts from my head and start swimming.
  In four hours I finally get to shore, more dead than alive. But, I guess it's good that I'm not dead completely. 

When I Grow Up

  I believe that when I grow up the world will be at least slightly more advanced. I'm hoping that someone will have come up with the cure for cancer. Another thing that I hope will happen is that some absolutely amazing author will have created at least a library full of books.
  Unfortunately, I suppose that we will also be more advanced in beauty products and such. It's going to be creepy when fifty year olds look like they're in their twenties.  Really creepy. 
  I'm not really sure whether the world will be changed for the good or the bad. It will probably be a mix of both. We may find the cures for many diseases but that could potrentially make over population worse. So really we'll never know. until we get there.

Ridiculous Purchases

  I can't recall any time that I bought a totally useless thing. I have always found it easier to acquire money rather than spending it. That's probably the reason why I end up with three hundred dollars or more in my wallet each year.
  Ever since I can remember I didn't buy much. It's not that I'm frugal. It's just that I have difficulties finding anything worth buying. I like to make sure that my purchases are something that I'll actually use. Really, what's the point in buying something if you're not going to use it?
  I don't understand why people shop impulsively. I mean what's so great about the shopping process. There are so many more interesting things to do.  For example, reading, writing, computering, creating a business, and daydreaming. There is more but I really don't feel like boring you with the endless list of things that are better than shopping. 

What Do You Want to be Remembered For?

  Everyone seems to want to be famous because they want to believe that their life is extra special compared to others. In other words they want to be remembered for something good. They want to make an impact. I'd like to think that I'm different. I don't care whether I'm remembered or not. All I want is to do what I love regardless of people noticing. I love writing and so that's what I'm going to do.
  I think it's really shallow of people to do something for money or so that they feel special. Your special enough as you are and I personally don't need people to remember me to be able to tell that. If you do I believe you should work on it. 
  Another thing that bugs me is that most people want to be celebrities. All those people watching you makes me shudder. Being remembered is definitly NOT worth that. Privacy is a necessity, in my book.

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

                  - Emily Dickinson

Limerick Worksheet

  There once was an old man from Timbucktu
  Who liked to drink until he turned blue,
  He spent all his money,
 And acted quite funny,
He drank so much his life was spent, too.

Cake Bomb

  Emily was coming home from the bakery. It was a stormy day and  rain threatened to spill. So she wanted to get home as soon as possible. She held a large cake with white frosting and candy roses. On it in icing was written "Happy Birthday!" 
  "It sure is cold!" she said to herself.
  A cold wind ruffled her clothes. She pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders. She was suddenly aware of a strange ticking noise.
  "Tick, tick, tick, tick."
  "What is that?" she wondered. "I wonder if I'm just hearing things."
  But soon it became obvious that it wasn't in her head. The noise seemed to be coming from the cake. The word bomb subconciously flashed in her head. Just to be safe she set the cake gently on the ground and slowly backed away. Then...
  "BOOM!"
 The cake blew skyhigh. Frosting rained down from the heavens and the red candy roses shattered against the pavement. Emily slumped to the ground.
  "NOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed. "The cake is ruined!"

From August 30, 2010

  The sun was shining and the birds were chirping loudly but, Cynthia Strawbort, the famous song writer, was depressed beyond belief. No one likes a writer's block.
  "Hey, Sarah I'm going for a bike ride." she called to her roommate.
  Cynthia changed into a pair of ripped skinny jeans and an orange t-shirt. Then she grabbed her special gold notebook and sea green pencil. Cynthia threw them into a bag and pedaled to her favorite park.
  She slowly sat down under a willow tree. The long willow branches blew in the wind hiding her from the rest of the world. Then suddenly she was inspired. She scribbled down a song as fast as she could ; afraid that she would lose the inspiration.

  Three Weeks Later
  "Miss Strawbort, the Commitee of Song Writer is pleased to announce that your new song will be sung by Taylor Swift."
  "Thank you. This is a huge honor."

From September 1, 2010

  Hi! Harriet Hendler here!  I'm the Ambassador for Earth. Did you know that Alien Ambassodors once visited Earth? I can't imagine why they haven't come back. Maybe if I tell you about it you'll have some ideas. So here we go.
  "Arrevederci, alien ambassoders. You have terrific tentacles." I said sweetly.
  "Hello humanoids. Thank you for welcoming us to your wonderful world." an alien said stiffly.
  The aliens came from Tesari. The tentacled Terasians tail gated me to the caffeteria. They took trays to the lunch ladies.
  "Ugh! Such stinky sandwiches are supplied." three Terasians threw up.
  "The bad burgers burn!" one said sizzling.
  "Goodbye. This planet pollutes people with freaky food." the aliens cried.
  They neglected to note that they took their food from the trash.

Journal September 10

  I have always been afraid of not having anymore books to read. The worst ways that could happen is if I was forced to burn each book one by one. Or maybe if I was forced to shred them. Some less violent ways that this could happen is that I read all the books in the world or people banned books from the public. But I think that I would rather have the violent ways because that would strangely make me feel better. I don't understand it either. Luckily none of these will ever happen. Right?
  The whole reason this frightens me is because I read so much. I spend most of my time reading, as everyone who knows me knows. So I have no idea what I'd do with the rest of my time. Any suggestions? I need to be prepared. Just in case.