Tuesday, November 25, 2008
100 Word Story
There once was a boy who loved to run. The track and the field were his home. The mile is the event for him. With the help from the teammates, he accomplished the goals that are meant to be met. One race after another, the difference in speed began showing at each meet. Soon realizing that these talents could help the team at future runs, the kid started to practice like no tomorrow. It payed off when the next gun went off. Lap followed by lap, working up, allowing the other person ahead, the runner finally took first place. Yay.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Button Description Story
I used to be part of something; I used to be someone, but then I was lost. It all began when Mrs.Grannysmith placed me on the windowsill. I was special to her because my eyes were easier to see than the rest of us. It was that fateful day when she knocked me off the windowsill; I still do not know what happened. Mrs.Grannysmith tried to grab all of us but ended up spilling us, which led to me falling down into the forest below.
It seemed like decades before someone picked me up, but then I realized it was something else. An owl had thought I was its child; it must have been the facial characteristics that looked like fur. The owl brought me to its own nest and left me stranded for a little while. It felt like forever when finally he came back. Something was in his mouth, a dead mouse. He placed it down and seemed to want me to do something for him. I could not tell him I did not have a mouth. Then suddenly he grabbed me and went over to the side of the nest. It seemed that he wanted me to fly, but there was so much pressure on me that I could not escape before he let go. I fell even farther into the forest.
I woke up on something soft. It was a gold flower. I tried to get up, but I was injured from the owl’s impact. Then I heard something, a man, I think. He stood above me looking down. I tried to get his attention, but my outside blended in with the flowers, making me look like a pedal itself. The man walked away and left me. Soon it would be dark, and I would not know what to do with myself. I lost the only home I had; it was all over for me. That is when I saw the light as a hand picked me up and carried me back home. Mrs. Grannysmith had found me at last.
It seemed like decades before someone picked me up, but then I realized it was something else. An owl had thought I was its child; it must have been the facial characteristics that looked like fur. The owl brought me to its own nest and left me stranded for a little while. It felt like forever when finally he came back. Something was in his mouth, a dead mouse. He placed it down and seemed to want me to do something for him. I could not tell him I did not have a mouth. Then suddenly he grabbed me and went over to the side of the nest. It seemed that he wanted me to fly, but there was so much pressure on me that I could not escape before he let go. I fell even farther into the forest.
I woke up on something soft. It was a gold flower. I tried to get up, but I was injured from the owl’s impact. Then I heard something, a man, I think. He stood above me looking down. I tried to get his attention, but my outside blended in with the flowers, making me look like a pedal itself. The man walked away and left me. Soon it would be dark, and I would not know what to do with myself. I lost the only home I had; it was all over for me. That is when I saw the light as a hand picked me up and carried me back home. Mrs. Grannysmith had found me at last.
Free Write
On December 1, Indoor Track will begin. I am excited because I have not done this type if running before. Even though it is called indoor, the coaches want us to think it is called winter because we run outside every day unless the weather is bad. I have some high goals that I set even before the season starts; I plan to accomplish those goals. It will be a good experience because I have more people who are faster than me to run with, and I have to coaches who have been coaching for a long time.
Monday, November 17, 2008
20th Blog!
The Knife, The Phone, The Glass, and The Witness
The detective walked into the police station towards the interrogation room. Inside the room he saw, a bus passenger, a hiker, a butcher, a champagne-drinking wannabe, and a chair for himself.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he said, facing the four suspects.
No reply.
“You know why you are all here,” still no answer, “I am going to give each of you a chance to explain your story to me as to why you did not kill the mayor of our beloved town.”
The butcher stood up.
“What if none us were the ones who gone and done this crime you speak of?”
“Well then I guess you would not be here if you were not suspected Mr. Butcher,” replied the detective, “I also would like to suggest that you sit back down because I would not be talking if I played with knives all day.”
The butcher sat back down.
“Well then I guess we have our first volunteer out of the group, Mr. Butcher, please tell us your story...
My story begins with me on a simple delivery. I was to bring the meats down to the mayor’s personal restaurant. He had it created for the purpose of the town, and he wanted all different kinds of food there. This one particular day happened to be my day, and I was delivering steaks for a big business lunch.
“Mr. Butcher, please get to the point at which you saw the mayor die,” the detective commanded.
“Right, sorry about that. I always get a little carried away. Anyways…”
As I entered the kitchen everything seemed to be fine. It was quiet except for the soft music in the background. I knew that the mayor wanted these steaks pronto, but as I ran outside I heard a gunshot. The next thing I knew was that the mayor was on the ground, I saw a man get on a bus driving away, there were empty champagne bottles left on the bar, and I saw some hiking gear on a table nearby.
“That is preposterous, I did not leave my gear on the table,” said the hiker.
“Really, I guess a lot of people go hiking at this time of year then?” replied the butcher.
“Both of you be quiet!” the detective spoke, “Mr. Hiker would you be kind enough to tell us what you saw…
I was going to watch the mayor give a speech at his own personal restaurant. I had just come back from a huge camping trip and had no time to change. The waitress gave me a seat right next to the mayor’s table, and I was screaming in my head. It was an honor to sit next to him. I saw the butcher come out with a knife and steak in his hands. There was someone at the bar, and a bus had just stopped outside. I turned to the waitress to order, but then something happened. The mayor was on the ground, a knife sticking out of his chest. The butcher was gone, and the man at the bar disappeared.
“Wait, are you accusing me of killing the mayor?” the butcher asked.
“So what if I am is there a problem? The mayor was definitely not shot to death.”
“The champagne-drinking wannabe stood up.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I think it is my turn to explain what happened…
I had been drinking a few glasses of champagne when the hiker had walked into the bar. I never liked to call it the mayor’s personal restaurant because everyone else there too. I had also seen the butcher walk out with a knife and steak. As I asked for more champagne, I heard a scream. Turning around I saw the mayor with a knife in his chest. The butcher standing by with his steak his still in his hand ran out of the room. The hiker was in shock and hiding something underneath his jacket. It looked to me like a gun.
“I did no such thing!” announced the hiker.
“I saw you, do not deny it!”
“Well at least I was not blamed for it this time!” the butcher spoke.
“Wrong, he said he saw a knife, you could have easily thrown one and then took another one out!” the hiker replied.
“Wait why are you arguing with me, this means that he is accusing us of being accomplices,”
The detective stood up to get everyone’s attention.
“Excuse me. We still have one more person in the room.
Everyone turned to the bus passenger.
“I would like to state that I never did get off the bus. I saw who killed the mayor and I will reveal it at the end of my story…
I had been going on a cross country road trip for awhile, and it was nice to have someone else drive for a change when the trip was all over. As we passed the restaurant this is what happened, the hiker sat down at his table with his cell phone in one hand. The champagne-drinking wannabe was asking for more to drink, and the butcher was coming out with a steak and two knives. Then I blinked and the mayor fell over. The hiker quickly put his cell phone away under his jacket, while the butcher picked up the knives he dropped. His hands were trying to save the steak which is why he could only pick one knife up. The killer picked up the knife that was dropped and stabbed the mayor before anyone could realize that it was really a bullet that killed him.
“Then my good friend, who is the killer?” the detective asked.
“The killer is-
Jimmy stopped moving his fingers. That was enough for now; he would continue typing his story later.
The detective walked into the police station towards the interrogation room. Inside the room he saw, a bus passenger, a hiker, a butcher, a champagne-drinking wannabe, and a chair for himself.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he said, facing the four suspects.
No reply.
“You know why you are all here,” still no answer, “I am going to give each of you a chance to explain your story to me as to why you did not kill the mayor of our beloved town.”
The butcher stood up.
“What if none us were the ones who gone and done this crime you speak of?”
“Well then I guess you would not be here if you were not suspected Mr. Butcher,” replied the detective, “I also would like to suggest that you sit back down because I would not be talking if I played with knives all day.”
The butcher sat back down.
“Well then I guess we have our first volunteer out of the group, Mr. Butcher, please tell us your story...
My story begins with me on a simple delivery. I was to bring the meats down to the mayor’s personal restaurant. He had it created for the purpose of the town, and he wanted all different kinds of food there. This one particular day happened to be my day, and I was delivering steaks for a big business lunch.
“Mr. Butcher, please get to the point at which you saw the mayor die,” the detective commanded.
“Right, sorry about that. I always get a little carried away. Anyways…”
As I entered the kitchen everything seemed to be fine. It was quiet except for the soft music in the background. I knew that the mayor wanted these steaks pronto, but as I ran outside I heard a gunshot. The next thing I knew was that the mayor was on the ground, I saw a man get on a bus driving away, there were empty champagne bottles left on the bar, and I saw some hiking gear on a table nearby.
“That is preposterous, I did not leave my gear on the table,” said the hiker.
“Really, I guess a lot of people go hiking at this time of year then?” replied the butcher.
“Both of you be quiet!” the detective spoke, “Mr. Hiker would you be kind enough to tell us what you saw…
I was going to watch the mayor give a speech at his own personal restaurant. I had just come back from a huge camping trip and had no time to change. The waitress gave me a seat right next to the mayor’s table, and I was screaming in my head. It was an honor to sit next to him. I saw the butcher come out with a knife and steak in his hands. There was someone at the bar, and a bus had just stopped outside. I turned to the waitress to order, but then something happened. The mayor was on the ground, a knife sticking out of his chest. The butcher was gone, and the man at the bar disappeared.
“Wait, are you accusing me of killing the mayor?” the butcher asked.
“So what if I am is there a problem? The mayor was definitely not shot to death.”
“The champagne-drinking wannabe stood up.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I think it is my turn to explain what happened…
I had been drinking a few glasses of champagne when the hiker had walked into the bar. I never liked to call it the mayor’s personal restaurant because everyone else there too. I had also seen the butcher walk out with a knife and steak. As I asked for more champagne, I heard a scream. Turning around I saw the mayor with a knife in his chest. The butcher standing by with his steak his still in his hand ran out of the room. The hiker was in shock and hiding something underneath his jacket. It looked to me like a gun.
“I did no such thing!” announced the hiker.
“I saw you, do not deny it!”
“Well at least I was not blamed for it this time!” the butcher spoke.
“Wrong, he said he saw a knife, you could have easily thrown one and then took another one out!” the hiker replied.
“Wait why are you arguing with me, this means that he is accusing us of being accomplices,”
The detective stood up to get everyone’s attention.
“Excuse me. We still have one more person in the room.
Everyone turned to the bus passenger.
“I would like to state that I never did get off the bus. I saw who killed the mayor and I will reveal it at the end of my story…
I had been going on a cross country road trip for awhile, and it was nice to have someone else drive for a change when the trip was all over. As we passed the restaurant this is what happened, the hiker sat down at his table with his cell phone in one hand. The champagne-drinking wannabe was asking for more to drink, and the butcher was coming out with a steak and two knives. Then I blinked and the mayor fell over. The hiker quickly put his cell phone away under his jacket, while the butcher picked up the knives he dropped. His hands were trying to save the steak which is why he could only pick one knife up. The killer picked up the knife that was dropped and stabbed the mayor before anyone could realize that it was really a bullet that killed him.
“Then my good friend, who is the killer?” the detective asked.
“The killer is-
Jimmy stopped moving his fingers. That was enough for now; he would continue typing his story later.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Wonderland
Before my haiku, I would just like to say what Wonderland is; Wonderland is just a mix of a few different colors, but it is colored in to make it look crazy. This color is referenced to Alice in Wonderland, of course, and any "out of the box" part of the story.Haiku: Wonderland
Stepping through the door
Alice saw a world of dreams
Was it all a dream
Friday, November 7, 2008
Free Write
Yesterday, after ending cross country, was the indoor track meeting. I encourage anyone reading this to come out because I do not care if you have an excuse. It is nice having a month long break in between seasons because I can get my homework done right when I get home. I can eat dinner earlier because I do not have to be at practice. Starting on December 1, Boys Indoor Track and Field starts, so even though I have a month long break, I still have to keep running to not lose any shape I am in. Also I am excited because I will get to run my favorite event, the mile. This year I want to do something that most freshmen do not do. I want to be able to run under a five minute mile, which will take a lot of work, but anyone can do it with the right training.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Presidental Election 2008
I have nothing to say about this topic. I was asleep when everything was going on :).
Monday, November 3, 2008
November
Two days ago was the start of November. Today I have a test which is not good. This month is the end of the first marking period, which means that we are officially one quarter of the way done school.