Chasing Lincoln's Killer
(Okay I forget his first name but his last name is Swanson)
Join the 12 day search for one of the world's greatest criminal's, from the plot the chase. Get a better view of John Wilkes Booth, as you read this amazing book. Recommended if you are writing a report.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Coming up
Today is your last day to...
- Vote on poll
- Write your challenge story
- and check out the book of the week!
Thanks!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Randomly Writing
Roses
By: ME!
Soft, delicate petals,
sweet fragrant smell.
Your colors are bright and true.
What compares to your beauty?
By: ME!
Soft, delicate petals,
sweet fragrant smell.
Your colors are bright and true.
What compares to your beauty?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Book of the Week
Here is the recommended book of the week:
Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief
By: Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson, an adolescent boy, is on a school field trip when his world turns upside down. His teacher tells him he is a demigod, half god, half human. When he gets to the only safe place for his kind, his mom is abducted by a mythological creature. He has supposedly stolen a lightning bolt from the greek god Zeus.
Can he save his mom by the summer solstice?
Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief
By: Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson, an adolescent boy, is on a school field trip when his world turns upside down. His teacher tells him he is a demigod, half god, half human. When he gets to the only safe place for his kind, his mom is abducted by a mythological creature. He has supposedly stolen a lightning bolt from the greek god Zeus.
Can he save his mom by the summer solstice?
Challenge!
This week's challenge is a title instead of a sentence. Your story must be of the title...
The Great Pickle Disaster
Thank You!
The Great Pickle Disaster
Thank You!
Challenge Winner!
The Storm
By Natalie
It was a dark and stormy night. Marie huddled under her covers in fear. She heard something out the window. Something dark and scary. It was rustling against the house. Marie heard creaking and she noticed that her window was being opened from the outside. She didn't know what to do, so she just cringed under the covers. She heard footsteps after the window was fully opened. Leaves and rain blasted into Marie's room. Everything was flying everywhere. The covers of Marie's bed flew off. Marie tried to get a good grip on the headboard of her bed because the wind was so strong that she was being blown around. Though the covers were off and she was exposed, she still shut her eyes. Marie didn't want to see what was causing all this. Suddenly, the wind stopped. So did the rain. Nothing left but. Silence. Marie was aware that everything stopped, but she still held onto the headboard. After five minutes of no rain and wind, Marie finally got the courage to open her eyes. Her room looked bare. All was gone. "Was the wind really that powerful?" Marie asked herself. "But, what happened to the footsteps? Who is in our house? Where?" All of a sudden, Marie heard a terrified scream from her parents' room. Marie instinctively jumped out of her bed, forgetting her fear. When she got to her parents' room, she saw her mom and dad huddled together crying. When they saw Marie, their eyes widened which signaled, "Get out! Danger!" Marie knew that her life was on the line if she went any further in the room. She listened to her parents' signal and ran back to her room. The weird thing was, she heard the footsteps and the scream, but who caused them? Was the thing that caused this invisible to Marie? She didn't know, but she stayed in her room, more terrified than ever. As all these thoughts went through her head, she saw it. The figure. It was dark and scary. Marie froze. She didn't move a muscle. The figure just stood there, too, poised for attack. The figure jumped, trying to hit Marie. It narrowly missed and crashed into the wall. She didn't know what was going on. What did this figure want? For some reason, Marie gave up. The only thing she could do was dodge the figure's attacks. She couldn't fight back. She fell on her bed in despair. This could not be happening. Not today, not tonight! The figure recovered. It jumped onto Marie's chandelier which was right above the bed. Marie stayed put. She was hopeless. The figure jumped off the chandelier, aiming for Marie. He got her. She woke up.
By Natalie
It was a dark and stormy night. Marie huddled under her covers in fear. She heard something out the window. Something dark and scary. It was rustling against the house. Marie heard creaking and she noticed that her window was being opened from the outside. She didn't know what to do, so she just cringed under the covers. She heard footsteps after the window was fully opened. Leaves and rain blasted into Marie's room. Everything was flying everywhere. The covers of Marie's bed flew off. Marie tried to get a good grip on the headboard of her bed because the wind was so strong that she was being blown around. Though the covers were off and she was exposed, she still shut her eyes. Marie didn't want to see what was causing all this. Suddenly, the wind stopped. So did the rain. Nothing left but. Silence. Marie was aware that everything stopped, but she still held onto the headboard. After five minutes of no rain and wind, Marie finally got the courage to open her eyes. Her room looked bare. All was gone. "Was the wind really that powerful?" Marie asked herself. "But, what happened to the footsteps? Who is in our house? Where?" All of a sudden, Marie heard a terrified scream from her parents' room. Marie instinctively jumped out of her bed, forgetting her fear. When she got to her parents' room, she saw her mom and dad huddled together crying. When they saw Marie, their eyes widened which signaled, "Get out! Danger!" Marie knew that her life was on the line if she went any further in the room. She listened to her parents' signal and ran back to her room. The weird thing was, she heard the footsteps and the scream, but who caused them? Was the thing that caused this invisible to Marie? She didn't know, but she stayed in her room, more terrified than ever. As all these thoughts went through her head, she saw it. The figure. It was dark and scary. Marie froze. She didn't move a muscle. The figure just stood there, too, poised for attack. The figure jumped, trying to hit Marie. It narrowly missed and crashed into the wall. She didn't know what was going on. What did this figure want? For some reason, Marie gave up. The only thing she could do was dodge the figure's attacks. She couldn't fight back. She fell on her bed in despair. This could not be happening. Not today, not tonight! The figure recovered. It jumped onto Marie's chandelier which was right above the bed. Marie stayed put. She was hopeless. The figure jumped off the chandelier, aiming for Marie. He got her. She woke up.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Randomly Writing
Evening Star
I look above and see,
the stars so high and bright.
They blink, and twinkle,
come and go.
My eyes follow,
and slowly close.
Be back tomorrow night.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
P.S.
I kinda forgot some details in my thoughts.
- You have to write a story that includes the prompt.
- The story should be pretty short, something that can be read in under 20 min.
Challenge!
Once a week, I will write a prompt. I will feature my favorite one right here. This week's prompt is...
She fell down on her bed in despair. This could not be happening. Not today, not tonight!
This prompt must be included in your story. Please highlight or underline it to make it easier for me.
She fell down on her bed in despair. This could not be happening. Not today, not tonight!
This prompt must be included in your story. Please highlight or underline it to make it easier for me.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
A Decree of War!
From The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma.
By Trenton Lee Stewart
Why I Find Green Plaid So Annoying, and What I Intend to Do About It: An Explanation of My Heroic Actions.
For one thing, plaids so hideous, a pattern cooked up
By dimwit designers who must have been mad.
It's also perfidious(a word I looked up -
It means lots of different things, all of them bad).
Why, it's nothing but lines! Lines and more lines!
Not one single curve! Not one polka dot!
What monstrous minds could have called these designs?
They ought to be caught and tied up on the spot!
But worse, even worse, is the fact that it's green,
The color you turn when you've eaten a bug,
And of all gross and nasty things I've ever see,
Like pond scum and slime molds, or the horrible slug
All covered with fungus out in the backyard
That I saw Tuesday night right before I got sick.
No matter how hard I have tried(I've tried hard)
I've never seen green things without thinking "Ick!"
So what can I do? There isn't much for it
If I'm to get to rid of this hideous sight:
If green plaid I hate (and I do, I abhor it)
Then action is called for! A battle! A fight!
I must free the man who so long has been held
Behind prison fences (that crisscrossing plaid)!
Long covered by so much grass-green it's a veld!
I must save this man who will soon be my dad@
(For if he's my dad, then with him I'll be seen!
So away with this plaid, and good day to this green!)
By Trenton Lee Stewart
Why I Find Green Plaid So Annoying, and What I Intend to Do About It: An Explanation of My Heroic Actions.
For one thing, plaids so hideous, a pattern cooked up
By dimwit designers who must have been mad.
It's also perfidious(a word I looked up -
It means lots of different things, all of them bad).
Why, it's nothing but lines! Lines and more lines!
Not one single curve! Not one polka dot!
What monstrous minds could have called these designs?
They ought to be caught and tied up on the spot!
But worse, even worse, is the fact that it's green,
The color you turn when you've eaten a bug,
And of all gross and nasty things I've ever see,
Like pond scum and slime molds, or the horrible slug
All covered with fungus out in the backyard
That I saw Tuesday night right before I got sick.
No matter how hard I have tried(I've tried hard)
I've never seen green things without thinking "Ick!"
So what can I do? There isn't much for it
If I'm to get to rid of this hideous sight:
If green plaid I hate (and I do, I abhor it)
Then action is called for! A battle! A fight!
I must free the man who so long has been held
Behind prison fences (that crisscrossing plaid)!
Long covered by so much grass-green it's a veld!
I must save this man who will soon be my dad@
(For if he's my dad, then with him I'll be seen!
So away with this plaid, and good day to this green!)
The New Blog
Hello! Welcome to my new blog! This blog is about reading and writing. I will be sharing stories and poetry, and other things I've found that I like. Some of those posts will be my own. Every week I will feature a story, poem, drawing... anything that relates to the arts. If you need a tip on writing, just email me!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
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