Wednesday, December 10, 2008


WE INTERRUPT THIS STORY TO BRING YOU A SPECIAL NEWS REPORT! This just in! Five hours ago, an Arlington Virginia bank was robbed on Old DOminion Drive in McLean, very close to Williamsburg Middle School, where the suspect later fled. After a exchange of gunfire, he hid the money somewhere outside the school and was shot. A medical helicopter was requested, but he was killed on the scene. Williamsburg was closed down for safety reasons, bt the students and staff were not in any danger. But the main reason for this special newsbreak is: THE MONEY HAS NOT BEEN FOUND!!! Well, I'm off to go find it!

Thursday, November 20, 2008



After the mock battle, John Ficher decided to take a walk along the beach. He took off his boots and walked though the sand. He walked about halfway around the island, when he saw something circling in the sky. He sat on one of the many rocks, for he was on the rocky side of the island now, and looked at it. He could tell it was big, but he wasn't sure quite what it was. Then he realized it was getting closer and closer to the ground. Soon it was about fifty feet from the ground, and John drew his magnum and pulled his knife out of his sheath and then scrambled behind o boulder, watching the creature hop about on the shore. 
It was white with black tips on what seemed to be it's wings. It had a large spike on it's head, which appeared to be it's mouth. Then, suddenly, it turned it's head and looked straight at John. It hopped a few steps towards him, then dove for him and picked him up with his beak. The creature then flew up into the sky. John was carried along the river extremely fast and at high speeds. The last he saw of the island was a small group of men yelling and waving on the beach as he was carried off into the distance. After flying at high speeds for about fifteen minutes, he wrenched himself free of the thing, and then, forgetting he was about two-hundred feet in the air, started too fall. 
He knew he wold hit the water, but he also knew it would hurt a lot. He tried to make himself straight as possible in the air so he might have a chance of living. then before he knew it, he hit the water. It felt like cement and he heard a loud crack when he hit. He knew it was a bone. But, he was also twenty feet below the water. Not a good place to be when your leg is broken. The wind was knocked out of him when he wit the water, so he started gulping in water, and clawed to the surface. He managed to get ahold of a log on the fast moving water. Then the water started speeding up. He then saw a waterfall at least a hundred feet tall. "Aw, come on!!!" He yelled, and braced for impact. He felt the water go out from beneath him, ad soon his log was spinning around in the air. He couldn't hold on and he fell, luckily slower than the log. He landed right behind the log, so he could quickly pull himself back up instead of practically drowning. He floated for a while, and soon, despite the pain in his leg, fell asleep on the log.
He woke up right next to a muddy bank. He crawled onto the bank and then, once he got on to the grass, leaned on a tree. Then, he realized he had no idea where he was, or how he could get back to Brent Island. He knew he had slept for some hours, because the sun was just coming up when he woke up, so he had probably traveled a few hundred miles away from the Island, so he laid his head back against the tree and began too sleep, knowing that when he woke up, he would have to find a way to survive.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Election was rigged!!!!!!

The election was rigged!!!(In McCain's favor.)So, let's continue.

They went back to the house to have dinner. Afterwords, Brent and his dad went up to his room for a story of the south pacific. When Brent got in bed, his father began.

"We were on the island Kiribati. It's a small volcanic island, and has lots of jungles. It had been raining hard for weeks. The Japanese had us surrounded and we were on level ground. We hid in the trenches, all day, trying to find shelter and waiting for the rain of water and artillery to stop. We were running out of amunition. Luckily, reinforcements and supplies were about to land. But the skies were dark and things looked grim.
After two more days, none of us had a single bullet on us. It seemed like we would die from the wet and mud more than the japanese artillery. Each of us had at least a pound of sludge on us. We got a call from the reinforcements. They would be arriving in a few hours.
 Unfortunately, it seemed like a lifetime, but then, we saw a plane with the words 'United States Air Force' on it. We all cheered. But then, we all heard a mortar. The large shell went up into the sky and landed right smack dad in the middle of us. I just barely got out alive." He showed Brent a large scar on his side. "But clearly, I wasn't fast enough. It hit me right in the right of my back. Any further and it would have taken out my appendix. The medics quickly stitched it up. But, as they were swabbing the wound with anti-bacterial gel of some sort, I heard another mortar fire. I saw it go up into the sky, but it didn't come down on me. It blasted the tail off the reinforcement plane. We knew it was over.
We saw the plane come spiraling to the ground with thick, black smoke coming from it. It was if we heard the screams of those soldiers. I saw a lot lot of men take off their helmets and put it over their hearts. I saw Major Reynolds put his on a rifle he stuck in the ground. But then, the plane opened a hatch. The supplies rained down onto us. We all took cover. Luckily, most of it rained down right in the trench. Then, it veered in the air. Not much, but a small amount. Small enough too have it crash straight into the japanese lines. It wiped out practically all of them. We loaded our guns with the fresh ammunition and soon the day was ours. The men on that plane, Brent? Those were the real heroes. Not us. They were willing to sacrifice their lives for ours. And that's what matters. They died for a reason. They died for their country."

Monday, November 3, 2008


Awww... Halloween is over... well that sucks... oh well, at least Thanksgiving is soon. Well, let's get on with the story.

John Ficher loaded his gun with blanks. The men were going to have a mock battle-god dang it! why are my spaces in between my lines so darn big?!?!?!?!?God, this is annoying! It just happens for no reason! Oh well. So, anyway, John Ficher and his men were about to have a mock battle using the new supplies they got. He took fifteen men, five jeeps and the Focke Wolf.
Yay! it stopped! So, anyway, "Alright! Let's go win!" He hopped on the back of a jeep with Private Vancovich, Major Smith, and Private Krakowski :). They left with two other jeeps and moved in arrowhead formation out through the thick jungle, and first sighted the enemy at the large field. They were in small numbers though. Then John made the mistake of taking his men out in the open. His men and him charged out, yelling and whooping. Then, suddenly, practically all of Sergeant O'Conner's force popped out of the woods surrounding Ficher's men, taking down everyone in one of the three jeeps. The other jeep lost two men and then, suddenly, John's jeep lost a wheel. He and his men jumped out and sprinted for the woods, calling a full retreat. The last jeep drove into the woods. John and his men just barely salvaged the 60 cal. and fired and blew up the two jeeps that were stranded. They couldn't risk having the other force getting two more jeeps. Then they regrouped in the jungle with the last jeep. They hopped in and drove back to their home starting place, where the men that stayed there were building some defense. It was cramped, since the jeeps were only meant for five, but they managed. The enemy followed them, of course, but they soon got to their stronghold, full of trenches, barbed wire, and a barracks. 
They ran in, setting up a defense pattern. It was only a matter of time before the enemy showed up. But they had brought the tanks, and their four jeeps. Things looked dim. Luckily, they had their fort in a cleared area.
The Focke Wolf flew in, blasting (not really) men, knocking them down, while Ficher and his men fired away at them from the trenches. Soon, there number was reduced to three. O'Conner's men surrendered.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Yay! hallows eve!

YAY! Hallows Eve!Hallows Eve is what I call the night before Halloween. So, with that over with let's continue.

Brent woke up very exited. Today was the day dad was coming home. He sprinted downstairs, expecting to see him sitting with his mom sitting at the table having breakfast. But nobody was down there. He looked out the window, seeing the sun just barely coming off the horizon. "Oh," he said, realizing that he wouldn't be here yet and his mother would still be asleep. So he went to the kitchen and put together some breakfast for when his dad came home.
While the eggs were frying, he looked around the house, noticing nothing unusual. then he spotted a small box colourfully wrapped, and for a split second he wondered what it was. The he remembered it was his birthday today. Looking at the calender to make sure, he realized that today was the circled date, July 23. He was so happy he started jumping up and down, but quickly stopped in fear of waking up his mother.
His mom walked downstairs around 8:30. She was surprised to see breakfast made and the table set, with Brent sitting in a chair reading a book and drinking a glass if orange juice. She smiled, and heard a knock at the door. They both ran to the hallway and yanked the door open.
"Here's your paper, mam." said Frank, the mailman.
"Frank, you know you don't have to come all the way up here to deliver the paper! We can just go to town to get it!"
" Sorry mam, old habits die hard. Well, have a good day!"
"You too, now. Goodbye!" and Frank walked down the road to a red pick up truck with faded paint. They closed the door, but didn't go far, becuase they heard a muffled "Hey Frank!" and they spun around and opened the door, only to see Brent's father.
"Hey honey!" he said and kissed his wife on the cheek. Then he stooped and picked up Brent and hugged him. "Happy Birthday!" said. They went and had breakfast, then a suprise cake that Brent's mom had baked the night before. After they finished, they shuffled over to Brent's present.
"Well, open it!" His Mother said. he tore open the present, reavealing two tanks, a long strip of barbed wire, sandbags, and five more jeeps, along with ten italians and ten more japanese. He pulled his father to his island, and they began to battle.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!Now that that's over with,let's continue.

Does my font still work? OK. So, anyway, why wuld the world explode? Who knows? I guess becuase the world is stupid. Stupid world. Always being stupid. Anyway, mabye it's beacuase clouds are too fluffy. That's one of the ways I would like to die-bouncing on a cloud. I'll invent something that does that someday. Lets you walk on clouds. That would be awesome. You could just be all like, I'm gonna walk on a cloud now, and then just go up and bounce on it like a trampoline...wait! what the heck am I writing about? I don't, the clouds are going to become purple some day. An they're gonna be all like, stupid white! that's a boring culur. FCLKJESBHGKINX7DDDDDD98UES0 Y74930 AJI;PABJ; A.F[ACIJUQMOYU43801TB098TQYUM10.LCXR-9U3QNHVCUWPOI!!!!!!!!!!sPAZ ATTACK!!!!!K4PL3QNU54-9218Y5K,1798RV34PQY8VC 9-3RTIW0NV-PV8YNQ[98RWN8YRVQP98 M3[8B,\\\\ VT839-QAVRRRRRRRRRRY!!!!!whew, I'm glad that's over. I hate spaz attack!!!ceajklf nkoreqyrpIOPYQPONUIp nurp FOX!!!!!!!!FOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXFOXOFOX!!!!!!!!!!Ok, I think it's ov-tiufwb ponwudsnhoiufdhmhmhmhmapiugeo,hughOGYOMRUOGyo!!!!!!!! Ok, so, now it's definatly over. So, why is the keyboard in suhcweird oreder? why can't it just be in alphabetical order to make things simpler? Weird. Wierd. Weeeuurd. Wired. Wiered. I don't no how to spell it. AAHHHHHHH!!!!! so, did't I have story going? Oh yes, I did.
So, John Ficher Assembled his men. "We got news!" he said. "The Chief is coming! We got to prepare! Come on! Get some clips! we got to build cover! dig sandbags! Let's go let's go let's go let's go!!!! And Uh, I think we'll be recieving some reinforcments soon. So we got to salvage some extra space in the barracks. Alright men let's go!!!!" The men scattered about the island, making ready for what was to come.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!FOXFOXFOXFOXFOX!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Hi! So, with that said, let's continue the story.

Brent then dropped on the ground. He layed perfectly still. A huge grizzly bear shuffled up to him, sniffed him, then moved on, having other things to do. Brent waited several minutes before getting up. But bear encounters were common to him. Since he was miles into the woods, a lot of animals passed by. But before he could set up another battle, his mother called. It was very faint, but Brent had good ears and the woods had an echo. So he sprinted home.\
His mother was waiting for him on the porch.
"Good news!" she said. "Your Father will be able to come home for your birthday! Speaking of your birthday, what do you want?" she asked.
"Oh, you know exactly what I want!"
"When is father coming?"
"One week. He's getting on the boat tomorrow."
"Yay!" Brent screamed. Then he washed up for dinner. He was very exited. He loved his father. He would listen to his war stories, play games with him, and play with army men with him.
His father was recently transported to the Pacific, and Brent was very exited to hear his stories of fighting the Japs in the front lines. He had heard him fighting in Africa, France, and Bulgaria. He had many great stories, and Brent hoped he would have another.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Next chapter

Go to the moose's blog!NOW!!! back to the story...
John Ficher woke up the next day, around seven. He had a quick breakfast, then, realizing that the enemy was only bout a half mile away, he picked up his submachine gun and got a few clips. He then got his squad and advanced to their position on the beach. 
They were part of the first line of fire. Advancing to a trench, a log, and some sandbags, they loaded up and waited. But not for long. BOOM! One of their artillery pieces fired, and the enemy replied. BOOM! The artillery were firing back and fourth, joined in by more and more. Then the enemy landed on the beach. "Open Fire!" screamed Ficher, and the bangs of rifles and the rata-tat-tats of machine guns went off. Men fell all around Ficher. Bang! Bang! Ahhhh! Boom! "RETREAT!" "FALLBACK, FALLBACK!" Ficher heard a german say advance! in german, and he shot to where the sound came from, believing it was an officer. But it was hard to hear anything amidst the yelling, screaming, and gunfire. Ficher saw the enemy surrounding the trench. He had no choice but to fall back to the next trench.
The germans had now cleared a third of the beach of Ficher's platoon. They were all dead or had fallen back to the second line of defense. But suddenly, the Germans' advance was pushed back, as the snipers picked off the oncoming Germans one by one. The snipers were in the perfect spots. The thick, jungle-like trees surrounding the beach made the gunfire echo, so the Germans could not tell where the snipers were, they fired into nothingness, wasting ammunition. Even though there was only a five snipers, it sounded like fifty because of the echo, so the Germans were scared out of their wits.
Suddenly, half of Ficher's platoon popped up out of nowhere, shooting, yelling, whooping, and throwing grenades, taking the Germans by surprise. Then, John got a call from the radio man on top of the mountain on his walkie talkie. "John Ficher! John Ficher! (static) Japs on the (static) side! Repeat! (static) -ther beach! (static)fifteen!Take (static) over th-(static) them out!" 
wait... why are the spaces in between the lines so big? oh well. "Roger that." he said. He took his squad (all still alive) to the back of the beach, on the part where it and the forest collide, and told them what he knew.  They took a few extra rounds with them, and then hopped into a jeep. They drove for about twenty minutes, until they saw the japs, sneaking around from behind. They had jeeps too, except they had three. Luckily, Ficher and his men had a 60 cal. mounted machine gun on theirs, too. But they wondered how the japs got onto the island on that side. The current was way to fast for a regular sized landing craft to get there. And how could they have fitted all those jeeps? They must have had a battleship, or something. But, that wasn't what was important now. It was the Japs. So he and his men loaded up, with Private Vancovich on the mounted machine gun. They burst out of the forest, surprising the Japs and they shot out a wheel on one of the jeeps. They then drove off through the forest with the two Japanese jeeps close behind. 
The mounted Machine gun was a swivel, so Vancovich could turn around and shoot from behind. But the Japanese gunners couldn't fire very well because of the driver, so they rarely shot. BANGBANGBANG! Vancovich shot one of the Jap drivers and the jeep swerved to the side. But the other jeep they shot the tire of had it's tire changed and was gaining on them fast with the other jeep. But-BAM! One jeep lost control and smashed into a tree. BANGBANGBANGBANG! Ficher's Jeep's engine stated to spew black smoke and sputter. But, the Japs just couldn't finish them of, because Vancovich shot right in between the Jap grill and blew it sky high. But soon, before they were half way across the island, the engine blew out and they had to walk.
It was about a 30 minute walk across the island hightwise. After about ten minutes, John got another radio call from Major Hart on the beach.
"John! (static) we're (static) trouble! Half the (static) dead! They've g- (static) tank! (static) corpses everywhere! (static) eight (static) left! they've got (static) heavy armored battleship! we (static) it out! our artil- (static) captured! AAHHHHH!!!! And the transmission ended. 
John and his men sprinted through the jungle, finally coming out onto the beach, firing and yelling, giving the enemy everything they had, with the battleship's massive shadow covering them. Vancovich was the first to go. Followed by Smith. Then Shannon. But, then, the British support group came up from behind the enemy, taking them by surprise. They picked most until the battleship waved a white flag. They had repelled another attack, but at a great cost.
Two thirds of Ficher's platoon was killed. Three eighths were injured. The medics went around tending wounds. Ficher was exhausted. He suddenly collapsed on the beach, unconscious of exhaustion. 

Thursday, October 9, 2008

He he he! I got a picture!

He he he! I got a picture!So, again, before I start my story, I would like you to go to Moose McMuffin's blog. Thanx!

Brent was about to start his battle when he heard his mother calling him. He left his army men there (becuase he knew that nobody would steal them, becuase nobody was within 5 square miles) and he sprinted half a mile home to his mother. The terrain was rough, even when he did have a path, but he was used to it. He ran and jumped over fallen trees, thorns, and roots until he finally got home. He wondered why his mother was calling. He then realized it was the late evening. So he went inside for dinner.
He sat down and had dinner. It was corn, potatoes, and ham. It was very good. He then had an apple pie (fresh from the oven) and then went up to his small room, laid down on his bed and read by candle light until about three in the morning, when he finally fell asleep with the wolfs howling and the owls hooting gently in the distance.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008


So, where were we?Ah, yes,we started a new story, didn't we? But first, before we could continue, I would like to ask you all to go to Moose McMuffin's blog: the Mooseyest blog ever. Look it up on Google or something. I would also like you to go to my other friend's blog, but I can't remember wat it was called... the life and times of a ginger and a blargapuss or something like that... well, at least look up those words, will you, please? If you do, ur awesome. But if not: GO TO HELL!!! Thanks, I would sure appreciate it. So... back to the story...

Lieutenant John Fiche was the leader of a platoon. He and his platoon were in charge of an island, Brent island. It held a major key to the American victory, and if it was taken by the enemy, it would be a complete disaster to all of the allied forces, and would allow Hitler's armies to march all over the world. It was located in the Mediterranean, a small little place just off of the African coast. He and his 29 men were preparing for a german attack of the southern coast (A.K.A. the sandy side of the island, the one closer to the shore, with less strong flowing water) of the island. He and his men had artillery set up to take down the enemy landing crafts, and they had large amounts of cover set up along the beach. They also had dug foxholes and mortar pits in strategic locations. They had snipers covering the rest of the men, and the two bazooka men were hidden with a full view of the beach and some more, in case of heavy vehicles or artillery. The lookout man had a full view of the island in case of sneak attacks, and sice he was on the top of the mountain, he had a radio man with them. They were ready for anything.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Neeeew Story! Huraz!

That was an awesome story!!!!!!!! But I got bored of it in the end,so 
I added a surprise ending. But what should my next story be about? Hmmmmm.... well, what do I like? I like... uh... my computer... my dog... my army men... Ooh! I'll make it about army men! But before we start, I'd like to ask you to check out my friend Moose Mcmuffin's blog: The Mooseyest blog around. That's the name. So, let's get started, shall we? 

Brent was a young kid, around 10, who loved army men. He lived in 1941. America was in the second world war. Brent's family was very poor. They lived in a small house in Michigan, on a lake. His father was off fighting in the War, And his Mother was left to take care of him. Since his family couldn't afford for him to go to school, nor was there one near by, he was left to himself much of the time. He wandered about the massive forests, climbing trees, building small wooden bridges made out of logs over creeks, watching animals, and builds rafts to sail out onto the lake. But mostly, he played with army men. He  found a small island once, when he was little, with every terrain on it- it had a sandy beach, a rocky beach, a small pond, a creek, a sandy pit, a place with small little trees, a small grassy area, and a place with normal sized trees. 
This was his Island, Brent's Island, and he loved it dearly. This is were he played with his army men.
He didn't have many-87, to be exact. Even though this sounds like a lot, it isn't... trust me. He had 30 American G.I.'s-5 machine gunners, 10 riflemen, 2 medics, a lookout man, A lieutenant, 5 snipers, two radio men,three grenade men, a mounted machine gunner, two Bazooka men, and three mortar men. He had a troop of thirty Germans, fifteen Japanese, and a British support team of twelve men. He also had 4 jeeps, 5 pieces of artillery, a tank, some sandbags, a german bomber, a barracks, a medical truck, and a Focke Wolf plane. The rest he had to make.
He had just got to his Island now, and the Americans were preparing to battle an oncoming team of Germans...

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

next chaptur

Ok, so Charlie landed the spacey ship (kind of) on mars. He puts on his spacey suit, opens the little hatch, and becomes the first man to walk on Mars. Later, he becomes the first man to pogo stick, play hoscotch, and to eat a taco on Mars. Very, bored, he decideds to take the hyper drill out and look for ore and other minerals.He starts to ride it. "Weeeee!!!!!"
But he runs into a huge mound on the rocky surface and becuase of the low gravity, he goes flying a hundred feet into the air. "Whoa!" he said when he eventually landed. He turned the drill around and began to dig at the speed of sound, but not for long. He hit some thing hard and metallic. He started diging all around it,looking, searching, slowly and slowly uncovering more of it. After several hours of digging, he finally uncovered it all. It looked strange, it was something Charlie had never seen before. It looked very old, years and years old. There was paint on it, and strange wheels made of some sort of substance that Charlie could not identify. Then, a shimmer caught his eye. It was the last shiny part of a long bar of shiny metal. There were words ingraved in it. Charlie read them. They said "HUMMER".

Bum... Bum...BUUUMMMMM....The end.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Next chaptur

Next Chaptur in the story! Yay!So,were we left off, 
Charlie now knows evurything about flying a spacey ship. He is off onto the plane to Mars. Yay! So, here we go. 
"Liftoff in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one..."
"Liftoff! We have liftoff!" WHOOSH! G-force threw Charlie back into his seat.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, then, almost immediately, it stopped and he was floating around the cockpit on the spacey ship. He was now officially in space. "Well, we aren't going very fast, are we?" He asked the computer. "Shift to max speed!!!!!!!!" he said. 
"WARNING!" blared the computer's robotic, toneless voice. "MAY BE HIGHLY DANGEROUS TO SHIFT TO MAX SPEED! PLEASE FASTEN SAFTEY BELT!"
"Ah, quit stalling and just do it already!"
"UNDERSTOOD. PREPARE FOR MAXIMUM SPEED!" the spacey ship shot forward, blasting Charlie into his seat again. Strange patterns appeared around the cockpit window, like plaid, stripes, tie-die, a spinning vortex, and many others until Charlie saw something big and red in the window, and it was getting bigger and bigger. "I wonder what that could be... ooh! Maybe it's Mars! Yay! Mars! Wow, I didn't realize it was so big... wait a second... why is it getting bigger? Uh-oh. AAAAHHHH! Computer, deploy emergency landing gear!!! 
" DEPLOYING EMERGENCY LANDING GEAR!" rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrvvviiipp! "EMERGENCY LANDING GEAR DEPLOYED!" Too late. CRASH!!!! they smashed into the ground. Pffffffffttttttt! went the airbag. Luckily, Charlie and the spacey ship were fine.

Friday, August 29, 2008

next spacey ship entry

Hi! So, where we left off, he just passed the spiny test. "Wow!" Screamed Charlie.   "That was awesome! So, whatsnextwhatsnextwhatsnext??????????" "Slow down, Charlie!" said the man in the white lab coat. "Now, that was a very old machine. Now we can just download the skills into your brain. So, come with me." and he took off into another room with Charlie running behind. 
" So here we are at the download center," the man said," and all we need to do is plug you in and you'll be ready to go." The man strapped Charlie down in a chair and pulled out from a drawer behind him a strange helmet, with wires and cords sticking out from everywhere possible. He then put it on Charlie's head and turned on the computer. He clicked and scrolled and move through file after file until he had clicked a button that said "DOWNLOAD" and a progress bar popped up. For about ten seconds, nothing happened.
Suddenly, charlie felt a jolt. A bump. Nothing more than that. It stung a little, not much less that a bee sting. The progress bar flashed." 1%" said a voice.
"Now,this could hurt a little, said the man in the white lab coat. He pressed a stream of buttons on the keyboard, to fast for Charlie to follow, then...
Thousands of the little jolts came. Charlie was bouncing in the chair. Thousands of pictures flashed across the screen at super speed. Charlie had never felt more pain in his life. Quickly, he got a throbbing headache. He was screaming now, screaming in pain. It felt like 10,000,000,000 needles being stabbed into his head at the same time. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the progress bar said : DOWNLOAD COMPLETE.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

A spacey ship!

Hiiiiiii! How are you? So, where we left off, Charlie was in the W.A.S.A. room.
"Wow!" he said."This is amazing!" A man with a long gray beard wearing a white lab coat walked up to him.
"So," he said,"You must be Charlie!" ( I've decided to change it to Charlie because it's to darn annoying to have to keep clicking ignore spelling, ignore spelling, over and over again.)
"Yes, yes I am."
"Well follow me, young man." He followed the old man around the room. "This is where we make all the high tech. gadgets for our explorers," He spoke, motioning to a room. "This is where we make designs for space suits and things," They walked on. And here is were we the rocket is being built," pointing to the big, silver spaceship in the center of the room. "And this," He whispered, "Is the astronaut test chamber, which is were we will be going." The walked in through a door. In the room there were all sorts of contraptions. First, the old man told him to get into one that was a little cockpit attached to a metal pole that went into a big machine in the center. Charlie hopped right in without a care in the world. "Hey look! a button! I wonder what it does?"
"No, w-" but before he could do anything, Charlie had already pushed it and was spinning around in circles at 900 mph. 
"WHAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed." THIS...IS... AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!" but his fun didn't last, because the old man had pulled the lever that was labeled "EMERGENCY STOP" and came to a screeching halt.
 "Well," Said the old man, "I think you passed that test."

Thursday, May 29, 2008

The newestest blogie post

I have decided to change my font!!!!!!! Well, now you know. So, where did we leave off...oh wait! We just finished a story! So, I suppose I should write another story... hm... I know! The complete life and times of an all American basketball! No, wait... already been done. Does mom remember that story I wrote in third grade? Oh well. What should I write about...a spacey story! With a rockety ship! Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo....................heeuuuuuurrrrawego.
"Wahoo! I can finally go into space!" said Charles Frederick the second. But for now, we'll just call him Charley. He was a tall fellow, with blond-brown hair and a very exited a jumpy attitude. He also has an extremely short attention span. He has always wanted to go to space, and today WASA( NASA died a long time ago, now it is the World Aeronautics and Space 
Association.) finally accepted him.
The year is 2096, and the human race has discovered every last thing on Earth, revealed every little tiny secret, all is peaceful, we have finally achieved perfection. So, naturally, we got bored with this world and have started to look for others. But Earth is short explorers willing to find these worlds, so we hire anybody that volunteered. Charley was one of the few.
The next day he went right to the WASA building, located in New York City( now a part of Pittsburgh). He walked right in and said, "Hi! I'm here to go into space!" a man behind a desk peered down at him.
"Uh-huh. Now, what would your name be?"
"Charles Fredrick the second!"
" Ah, yes, Mr. Fredrick! Right this way."The man got up and led Charley down a long, white, hallway and into a gigantic room full of people in lab coats and gears and tools and space suits and in the center: A large, silver rocket.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008


So,were we left off, Sean just got his wand.
"Hey!" said John. "Just because you've got a wand now doesn't mean you can go about breaking things! That's the deatheater's job. Oh, wait, you don't know who they are. Since the blog owner's computer died while he was typing and he had to start all over again(very annoying!), I'm gonna tell the short way. The deatheaters are Voldemort's evil minions. Voldemort is an evil dude who murdered a lot of people with the killing curse, Avadacidavra," someone next to them screamed and fell over on the ground with a dull thud, "Oops. Anyway, he killed a lot of people. Oh, and there's one important thing I forgot to mention. There was this one kid named Harry Potter, right, and when Voldemort came to his house and killed his parents he tried to kill him, too, but it didn't work and he survived."
"Cool. Hey, quick question, completely non-sequitur but, why do you wizards make it so you're living in the middle ages or something? I mean, why don't you get some electric lamps and some T.V.'s. There's a Packer's game on tonight and I wanna watch it." John gave him a look as if he was staring at a phyco. 
" What?"
" Voldemort, remember?"
" Oh, right. Well, I think all his Voldemort guy needs is a hug. I think I'll go talk to him."
" What are you, crazy? Voldemort kills people like you."
" Do I look like I care? I was getting bored here, anyway." So Sean strode off into the distance. As he was walking home, John thought to himself, "God, he must be the craziest man alive."
Sean was wandering round, wondering were voldemort lived. He decided to ask someone for directions.
"Hey, could you tell me were voldemort lives?"
" Yah, see that scary castle up on the hill with lightning and bats?"
" Yah."
"That's it."
"No problem." Sean walked up the hill and into the castle. He walked up to a desk with a big, dark, grim-reaper looking thing sat at a desk. 
"Hello! Could I see Mr. Voldemort please?" Sean asked. The thing answered in a deep, sad, scary, booming voice.
" Do you have an appointment?"
" No."
" I'm afraid I can't book you in until three. Is that OK?"
" Yah, I guess."
" OK! Sorry for the wait. He has so many visitors. Being an evil lord of darkness is no easy thing. That's why he hired me, by the way,to answer his calls. The names Deem Entor, but all my friends call me Demmy."
" Nice to meet ya, Demmy."
" Nice to meet you too." The phone rung. Demmy answered it. "Hello, Voldemort's evil castle cleaning services!" A short break. " OK Debra, we'll have him in shortly. Thank you! Bye-bye. His client cancelled. Voldemort is ready for you now.
" Oh good!" said Sean. He was very exited. He had never met a dark lord before. He walked through a large archway and opened a wood door. 
"Hello! I'm Voldemort!" a pale faced man with red eyes and slits for a nose turned around.
" So you must be Voldemort! The name's Sean. I was just wondering, why do you kill people so much? You seem like a very nice guy!" At this, surprisingly, Voldemort burst into tears.
"Sit down," he sobbed, "and I'll tell you." Sean took a seat. "Well," started Voldemort, "It all started in 3rd grade. The Other kids would all laugh and make fun of how I looked, especially that James Potter boy. My mother always told I was different, and it was hard. I had no friends. After all, who would want to hang out with the foreign kid with no nose? And that's why. My parents hated me. They all told me I was a freak. And that hurt! I knew I was strange looking, but I also knew I was a normal little boy on the inside!"
" Now, Voldemort, just because you were angry, doesn't mean you can go about killing people! That's a very mean thing to do!"
"I know. You're right. But I didn't know what to do! I was so sad! But I regret what I did. I seriously do. But now that I got into the habit, I can't stop! It's just because they all hate me even more now!"
" Hey Voldemort? Why don't you come with me into my world and we could get you a beer, a tan, some plastic surgery. By then you'll be looking like you were never even hideous! No offense."
"None taken. OK. Let's do it. Sounds like fun."
"Voldemort my buddy?"Sean said as they were walking off.
"I think you and I are gonna be the best of friends."


Tuesday, April 22, 2008

more fan fiction

OK, so, where did we stop? Oh yah, he fell asleep in the weird street. When Sean woke up, he was surrounded by a bunch of people dressed up like they were they were in the circus.
" Whoa, that's some crazy getup you guys got goin' there. Halloween ain't until October! Naw, but seriously, though, why are you guys all dressed up like that?"
"Dressed up?" exclaimed one man. "Ha! You must be a muggle. Come on over with me and I'll explain it all for you," he said. " My name's John." They walked down the street and soon got to another pub. " Here, have some Butterbeer." He handed Sean a glass full of a golden, fizzy drink. Sean took a sip. It tasted like liquid carmel with a fizz to it. It was a little sweet, but he liked it. 
"So, where the heck am I?" Sean Inquired. " What's a muggle? Why is everyone dressed so strangely? How did the bricks in the Leaky Cauldron move?" He barraged John with questions.
"Hold on now! Slow down! I can only answer so many questions at once! Now, you are a muggle who has wandered into the wizarding world. Everyone is confused because muggles,(non-magic folk) aren't supposed to see the Leaky Cauldron in the first place, let alone get through. Everyone isn't dressed strangely, only for you you. This is how everyone dresses here."
Sean interrupted. "Wait. 
you said non-magic folk. I'm magic. I used to be a magician. See?" He took out a deck of cards and did a card trick. " Is this your card?"
"yes! Bravo! Very good trick but, it is not real magic, only an illusion. But that must have been good enough for you to see the Leaky Cauldron."
" But things have happened before. Cards have really disappeared. Some tricks didn't require illusions at all. Just recently my assistant went missing in the magic box. How do you explain that?"
" Then you must be a wizard! Oh good! So the spell on the Leaky Cauldron doesn't except that fake stuff! I was worried there for a second. Anyway, let's go get you a wand."
They left the pub and walked further down the street. Eventually, they came to a corner, where there were two stores across form each other. One was called WandMart, which was considerably bigger, and the other was called Olivander's. They walked into that one. 
"Even though WandMart has better wands," said John, " I always like supporting the small businesses. A few minutes later Sean walked out with a black, smooth, stick.
" So this is a wand?" asked Sean, holding it with his index finger and thumb. "It doesn't look like much..."
 "Well, wave it around a little!"
" Alright..." he swished wand it the air. Shop window shattered. "Cool."

Monday, April 14, 2008

New story

Man,that story was good. It ended kind of abruptly, though, don't you think? But, now that it's over, I need a new story. This one is going to take place in a book most of you are very familiar with, Harry Potter. In this book, you can get to the wizard world through a pub;there is a small room in the back were you can tap a pattern in the bricks and they open into a secret passage to Diagon alley. My story starts in this pub, were a man named Sean, a magician, sits, drinking a beer.
      Sean is a strange man, he is tall with thick brown hair and a scraggily beard. He took up a job as a magician when he was 20, and is very good. Sometimes things don't go as he planned, and cards really disappear, glass walls come out of nowhere, and just an hour before, one of his assistants fell through the magic box and didn't fall through the bottom, they weren't in the secret compartment at the end of the show. He was very depressed at this fact, and a search was being held right now. He was very good at gambling, had made over 1,000 dollars off of one game of black jack in Las Vegas and won a grand prize in the lottery. 
      Sean heard a voice say "bet" and immediately went towards the sound. He sat down at a table and said: "what are we playing?". The man across from him mumbled "seven card stud" and then put $100 dollars in the center of the table. Sean then put down $500. They played for two hours, and in the end the man to his right won. He took all the money in the center and ran out of the bar whooping with joy. Everyone else sat at the table to play another game but Sean walked out into the back, steaming with rage.
      "How did this happen?!?!?" He yelled into the darkness." I've never lost a game of poker in my life!" He walked up to a brick wall and repeatedly punched it with his fist. "ARGGHHH!"but then the bricks began to move. "Uh-oh," thought Sean. They began to fold aside, faster and faster, until they opened up an entrance of a street that he had never seen before. It looked strange and almost medieval with the cobblestone roads. He then realized how tired he was. He looked at his watch. It was 5:34 am. It started to rain. The pathway had closed behind him and he was stuck out there. He was experienced in urban camping, though, he had been homeless for two months when he was out of business once. He lied down on a green painted bench under an overhang and was soon fast asleep.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

The amazing return

I'm baaaaaack! And I'm here to continue my story. Where we left off, our heroes Ryan and Jake were in prison. Sooo... here we go.
      Ryan was pacing around in his cell. So was Jake. They were looking for a way out. In the end, Jake found it.
    " Hey Ryan!"
    " Yeah?"
    " I think I found a way out."
    " OK,what is it?"
    " Well, you know the frames on our cots are made of metal, right?"
    "The floors here are really worn away. I think if we try hard enough, we could smash through with our cots. But we'll have to do it quickly, because it will be really loud and someone will most likely here it. If they catch us, we will probably transfered to a higher security prison and we won't be able to escape. It's all a matter of whether it works or not. Are you sure you want to do it?"
    "Alright, let's give it a shot. But I just wanna say, if we get caught I'm blamin' you, and I don't think you want to spend the rest of you life in prison with a guy that hates you, so you better hope this works."
    " Right, right. On three ready? One... Two... THREE!"
      They crashed their cots into the floor. The cement collapsed under them and they fell through.
     They fell through into a shamble of pipes, mortar,brick, and concrete.
     "Hey, I said it would work, I didn't say it would be painless. Come on. Lezzgo." They walked out of the door and into a hallway. They were halfway to the exit when Ryan said:
     " Hey, based on a fact that this is a prison/government base, don't you think there will be security cameras?" Just then, Five men in coast guard uniforms and handguns came running down the hall behind them.
     " I would suggest running now."
     " Good idea." Ryan and Jake ran at full speed down the hall to the door. As they slammed it opened, an alarm sounded and they could hear dogs barking and machine gun fire.
     " I would suggest we run faster now."
     " Also a good idea." They stormed out with men (and also several rabid german shepards)running after them. They climbed over the fence, oblivious to the barbed wire and gunfire, and just barely made it over with their hands covered in blood and Ryan's white tee shirt soaked in red around the left shoulder.
      They ran out onto the beach and plunged off a dock, too see a familiar boat waiting for them.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

    They climbed on board.
    "It's good to see you guys alive." spoke George from the wheel.
    " Don't worry, we're just as glad to see you." replied Ryan,Because he is always the one to make the joke.
    " Oh my god!" screamed Violet. "What happened to your shoulder?"
    " Dude with a machine gun got me."
    " Let's get you guys fixed up and then we'll go back home and you can tell us your story." said Chris. And so the small boat drove off into the sunset.

Now wasn't that a great story? Of course it was.

Friday, January 4, 2008

"Are you sure we can't work this out like civilized people?"Asked Ryan.
"Yes,"one of them said.
"Well fine then,"said Ryan.He punched one particularly burly looking guy and attempted to run through the middle of them,but was hit in the stomach and fell to the ground.He sprung back up again,grabbed a coast guard member apparently named John L.,and threw him to the side.he then grabbed someone else,smashed his head on the wall repeatedly,and then used the unconscious body as a human weapon,thrashing him around and hitting people with the body.he then used it as a shield to soften a few punches,and threw this person aside also.He took a blow to the chest and another to the face, and he fell to the ground.He began to see darkness,and the last thing he saw was a whole bunch of people leaving him and going back to their buisness.


He woke up behind bars.
"Darn it!" he yelled. "I was so close!I wonder how long I've been asleep..." He looked at his watch. "2 days?!?!?"he sat onto a cot and sighed. "man," he said sadly, "I hope they rescued Jake..." and just at that moment,who would apear in the cell right next to him but Jake.