Seppuku

Timing of the krav maga

Waking up in manhattan, to a duck quacking

Squaking and Skwaking all day long

Tore the sound of a musically written bag

This man outside wont shut up

He bellows all day with no home to play

So many sounds at once

can make a person commit seppuku

Free Write

In a beautiful forest, there is a babbling brook. The sun shines through the lush green leaves on the trees onto the ground which is covered with tall grass, and mushrooms of every color. Talia glided through this beauty, and felt very relaxed by her surroundings. she felt at peace with the world, and decided to lay down for a minute. She lay on the soft green ground, watching the world, and the life within it go by. The birds were rushing towards their nests to give food to their newly hatched offspring. The air was refreshing against Talia’s face as she stared at the nature around her. She breathed in, and sighed. Spring was always her favorite season, and this was why. Everything was so tranquil in the woods. She slowly got up, and walked along the path leading to the meadow. And as she walked, she felt content with herself for this experience.

Journal writing; JONATHAN ZIZAK

Summer Sets

The dew drops of summer set on flowers

not to stay, only to cherish

life's hardest hue to keep

although life's most cherished till sleep

the easygoing flowers of life

not to stay in time

or record

but our minds

our hearts

but we can always revisit

when life sets

once more

A Tree

the cat meowed every night

since she died

one day the cat didn't

all was quiet

what's the point in meowing

when no one can hear you

the tree fell, with no remarks

the soldiers died, as a whole

as a bloody country

to meow or to not

fame or for the good

with peace

we shall save.

The Falcon and the Pigeon

While the colors of life differ

No way of life shall

For the common foe may dispute

But not for the greater than good

No sign of friendship between the falcon and the pigeon

Until they fly together.

Embrace inner thoughts

As well as differences

None of which include

The feathers of the other.

.

By: Emily Bupp My sister

They are talking about inanimate objects

Something that isn’t alive

That means that it doesn’t have a life

That means i am an inanimate object

They are talking about personification

Turning something that can’t speak into something that can

Giving it a voice

I wish someone would personify me and give me a voice

They are talking about metaphors

Something that is the same in a toned down or exaggerated

in the same way as the original object

I am a metaphor of my sister

One Night In Bangkok

Bangkok oriental setting

Where the city doesn't know what the city is getting

the creme, de la creme, of the chess world in a show with everything

but Yul Brynner.

Time flies, it doesn't seem a minute

Since the Torilian spa had the chess boys in it

All change, don't you know that when you

Play at this level it's no ordinary venue

It's Iceland or the Phillipines

Or Hastings or this place

One town is very like another,

When your head's down over your pieces, brother

It's a drag, it's a bore it's really such a pity

To be looking at the board, not looking at the city

the bible can't save him this time.

                                                   BIBLE CAN'T SAVE YOU THIS TIME

The bible lived a good life, It was read every day and had a rightful place on a shelf. It was going to be a good life the bible thought as the family went to bed all was quiet and soon as the bible started to fall asleep a piercing SQUACK shattered the silence. The bible looked around startled and in the middle of the room stood a five foot tall chicken The man wife and child stumbled out of their room and the man had a shotgun. The woman immediately ran out of the room carrying the baby and the man leveled his shotgun. The man shot once and than twice but the chicken was not harmed. It squacked defiantly and judo kicked the man through the window and then the chicken ran after the man the bible never saw him again.

The girl ran through the streets. She rushed past a hot dog cart, she ran sideways and twisted through a crowd of people. She ran across the street, jumping onto the bumpy mat on the other side as the bright red hand stopped blinking. She kept running, through the streets of Manhattan. She ran across another street pushing through a crowd of people. A cab honked and she whirled, missing the front of the car by a few inches. As she turned again a delivery bike almost ran over her. But there wasn't time to get rattled, she had a mission. She kept running through the crowds of people. She stepped on peoples high-heeled feet. People swung purses and briefcases at her, but she didn't care. A guy shouted a string of curse words at her as his coffee(that smelled mysteriously of hot chocolate) was spilled down the front of his suit. A guy with a cat on his head quickly stepped out of her path, clutching his calico. She tripped on a crack in the chopped up sidewalk and went sprawling, taking down a lady in a cheetah print work out suit. The girl quickly jumped up and kept running. She ignored the stinging bit in her palms as she entered Central Park, scattering a flock of pigeons. She ran into the middle of the paved running path. She jumped in front of a runner and ran, barely missing a biker. She heard a small smoosh and glanced down, discovering she had stepped in dog poop. As she ran across the grass she she tried to wipe it off. But soon that wouldn't matter, because as she emerged at the other side of the park, running across the path, a horse with a sea foam green plume pranced in front of her. She skidded to a halt and took a step back. She felt something slightly sticky and definitely lumpy. She looked down and saw her foot embedded in a pile of horse poop. She glared at the maple colored horse with the sea foam plume and kept running. She had to get there on time. Slowly her heavy breathing turned to ragged gasps, but she kept tripping through uptown Manhattan. She dodged cars and angry pedestrians, jumping over hot dog dogs and darting behind hot dog carts. She used the city as if it was an obstacle course with no end. And as far as the girl could tell, that was the cold hard truth. She ran down the subway steps, her feet flying. She rushed after a man and squeezed through the turnstile with him, pressing her stomach and chest against his back. The man grunted and reached out a hand to grab her, but she was fast, and danced around him. She threw a slightly sweaty dollar bill at him and ran faster than before. As she flew down the metal stairs, banging along, she bumped into someone reading a book. The lady scowled at her, but went back to reading Pride and Prejudice. The old lady huffed and muttered something about young girls these days, but the girl was already jumping onto a subway, leaving a wake of disruption in her path. As a guy helped A young women to her feet who was a victim of the girl's destruction, the guy said, " Welcome to New York," then rushed onto a subway  at the other side of the platform. As the young woman was pushed into a subway by an insistent crowd, she wondered if she would ever see the man or the young girl again. Probably not, after all, it was called the Big Apple. But only a true New Yorker would know how small a world the city actually was.  

The Chamber Of Poopface

The Chamber Of Poopface

By Aliya Fontaine and Taylor Smith

Ducky Potter was lying on a dust bunny. The dust bunny used to be his cousin, Duckley, but Ducky had turned him into a dust bunny. He had also turned his Aunt Duckpunia and his Uncle Ducken into dust bunnies too. Suddenly a large moth named Mothy appeared and warned him not to go to Human Pimples that year. When Ducky asked why, Mothy just said that it would be a very blobby year. Unfazed, Ducky went on with life. It was his birthday, so as the tradition follows, Ducky ate a feather off his left wing. Then he ran from the house. This was because, as usual, after Ducky turned a new age, the house in which he ate the feather would fall down and a big bear named Beargrid would appear and take Ducky to Human Pimples, a magical school of spying. Even though it was about spying, the school did not teach you any skills related to spying. Instead they learned magic. Ducky had only two friends. They were Piggy and Chicky.

After Ducky got to school he went to see Piggy. They went to their room and prepared for their first class, Defense Against the Dark Stuff. This was the only class they would have because they had learned all about everything last year. But since there was a lot of dark stuff around at the moment, they still learned about it. The year before their Defense Against the Dark Stuff teacher had died so they had a new teacher. His name was Professor Mockheart. He was a very vain parrot. At their first class, they learned nothing because Professor Mockheart spent the entire time being bombarded with lightly salted, rotten, crispy, and disgusting human fingers. Then they went to lunch.

The next day while they were walking down the hall they saw a dead human hanging on the wall. They were unfazed by this and moved on. Next they saw a dead pig it was Piggypiggy, Piggy’s sister. They passed this unfazed too. Then they saw a dead Chinchillador. They fainted. But it turned out he was only in a coma from the dangerous smell of the blobby fart. So they woke up and moved on.

When they got to their room their was an announcement. It said that Mrs. Porris, Milth’s human, was dead. So was Piggypiggy. Then it said that all the lightly salted humans had been stolen from the kitchen. This made them so mad that they ran into the girl’s bathroom and fell through the floor. They landed on a pile of recently shedded blobby skin. They had found the thief. They of course did not know this, but we do. They wrapped the skin around them and moved on. Then they heard a loud mocking laugh. It was Professor Mockheart. He flew by them and  killed the blobby. Ducky and Piggy ran in and saw the dead blobby and the humans. They ran up and ate Professor Mockheart because they were hungry. They brought the humans to Chinchillador. Chinchilldor was as grave as a chinchilla can be ( which is not very grave). He said that they would have to be kicked out of the school for being brave. But because they had found the humans they could stay.

That night at dinner, Chinchillador told of the bravery of Ducky and Piggy. When the other animals heard how they killed the blobby (even though they actually didn’t) everyone booed and hissed, but when Chinchillador told of how they brought back the humans everyone cheered. “Now!” Chinchillador howled, “You must all pledge to me.”

They pledged:

“We pledge allegiance

To Chinchilldor

Of the dictatorship of Animal Land

And to Chinchillador

For which we love

All of us

Under Chinchillador

Totally cool

With liberty and justice for Chinchillador!”

Then they went home.

Ducky Potter and the AnimalMan Stone

Ducky Potter and the AnimalMan Stone

By Taylor Smith and Aliya Fontaine

Once upon a time, there was a duck named Ducky Potter. He lived with his cousin Duckley and his aunt and uncle Duckpuniea and Ducken. They were the last of the evil ducks. They made him sleep in a cupboard under the sink. They never let him do what he wanted.

One day a paper airplane addressed to Ducky flew through the window. Before Ducky could read it, his Uncle Ducken grabbed it and threw it in the feather bin where it would be lost forever. This happened one million times and in the end Uncle Ducken decided to leave with the whole family. They went to the worst place imaginable where no paper airplane dares to fly, school. When they got to, school, Ducky was forced to sleep in the basement while everyone else got to sleep on nice comfortable desks. When it was half past two Ducky realized it was December 4th, his birthday. To celebrate, he pulled out a feather from his left wing and ate it. Suddenly the building fell down. Ducky ran outside just in time and sadly was “greeted” by his aunt, uncle and cousin. Then out of the dust stepped a huge bearman. He walked up to Ducky and said, “you are a spy”. Ducky was amazed. So was everyone else. The bearman’s name was Beargrid and he came from Human Pimples, a school that trained young animals, like Ducky,to become spies and go on all sorts of quests. The headmaster of the school was the great and powerful Chinchillador.

Ducky agreed to go with Beargrid and everyone was happy, especially Duckley. Beargrid took Ducky to the train station and gave him a textbook for platform four and one fourth. Ducky was very confused but he took it anyway. While Ducky was walking down platform 87 he saw a guard. He walked up to the guard and asked him where he could find platform four and one fourth. The guard told him that it was down on platform 99998. Ducky thanked the guard and kept walking. When he got to platform 99998 he looked around for platform four and one fourth. Then he noticed a family of pigs walking hurriedly, talking about Human Pimples. He asked them if they knew where platform four and one fourth was. They told him to follow them and he did. They led him to a candy store and there bought some Three Musketeers. After they bit into the candy they were teleported to a train station. There, Ducky got on the train with the young pigs in the family who were also going to Human Pimples. When Ducky got in the train he found an empty sled and sat down. Then the young pig by the name of Piggy sat down across from him and they started talking about their many life-related problems. Obviously they became great friends.

Soon a nice owl came around with a food cart that contained twenty bowls of slop, eighty baskets of leaves, and a human, lightly salted. One bowl of slop was ten pencils, one basket of leaves was fifteen pencils, and the human, lightly salted was twenty pencils. Ducky and Piggy had no pencils but they used their cuteness to get everything in the cart for free. When they were halfway done with their food, a chicken walked in. She said her name was Chicky Granger and that Piggy had some blood on his nose. Then she told them that the train was almost at Human Pimples and that they should put their bark on so they would look presentable. Just as soon as they got their bark on, the train stopped and a soft voice yelled     “ First pears!,” Ducky, Piggy, and Chicky went with the other first pears and followed Beargrid to the boxcar of the train where they all sat down again and traveled to Human Pimples.

Once they got to Human Pimples, they were locked in a room to make friends and enemies before school started. As soon as the old animals left, a young ferret named Ferret Malfoy walked up to Ducky and said “ Hey, you want to be enemies?,” Ducky said “ OK.” Then the teacher of Liondor walked into the room and said, “ I am Profesor McSheepy. Follow me,” So they did.

They walked into a big bouncy house and made a line in front of the other teachers. Then a very old and important looking chinchilla stepped up and said “ I am the great and powerful, Chinchillador!”, They all oohed and ahhed. “ At this time we will sort you into four different houses that have no meaning whatsoever except to make you compete against each other and have different ranks depending on which house has the most famous, smartest, fluffiest, popularest, or meanest people in it. Lets begin.” Everyone cheered. Then Professor McSheepy walked up with a long leaf and began to sort. Ducky was in Liondor, Piggy was in Liondor, Chicky was in Liondor, Pig and Piginson were in Liondor, Ferret was in Snakerin, Crab was in Snakerin, Gargoyle was in Snakerin, Frogille was in Liondor. All the  Liondors were told to follow Pigercy, a very pompous pig. He led them to a big picture of a chinchilla wearing a pink dress. Ducky walked up and said, “ Hello, ma’am.” Then the chinchilla shouted “ I’m a man! The names Fluffay by the way.” Ducky then apologized and walked through his tummy. In the common room Ducky and Piggy grabbed the squitchey chairs by the fire and ran upstairs to the topmost dormroom. There they made Chicky come to their room and turn it yellow and pink and make a fluff fire place. Then they went to lunch.

There they ate whole wheat bread with lightly peppered human  blood spread on it. After lunch, they had their first class, potions. The teacher of potions was Snape and he was the bestest person in the whole wide world. Everyone loved him. He taught them how to make a potion to juice a human instantly. After potions, they had Defense Against the Dark Stuff. The teacher for that was Professor Quill. He was boring and everyone hated him. He told the worst stories ever. After that they went to dinner. There they met their other teachers. There was Professor McSheepy, Professor Flywick, and Professor Beanbunny. Every day was like this, and they all had fun. Except when they went to Professor Quill. One day while they were eating lunch, Professor Quill ran in and said that there was a dust bunny in the sewer! The teachers went to investigate and since Ducky, Piggy, and Chicky were dumb they followed their new, weird teachers. They were just about to give up when the dust bunny attacked them and ate Ducky whole! Piggy and Chicky threw spit balls at the dust bunny until he spit up Ducky.

They then ran away and fell through the floor on top of the teachers. Then they were yelled at, called un-fluff and sent to bed. They had detention the following week. Ducky and Piggy were very suspicious about the dust bunny, which was Professor Quill’s speciality. So one day they followed him down a hole in the floor. There they played chess and inhaled 20 potions. Then Chicky and Piggy chickened out and ran away. Ducky walked through the final door and found  Mighty Baby XXIII. Mighty Baby XXIII tried to make Ducky join him, but Ducky refused and turned him into a dust bunny. Then, since he knew how to fight dust bunnies, he defeated Mighty Baby XXIII, threw him out and went to dinner.

At the end of the year he went home and lived happily with his new and improved family of dust bunnies.

Part of the S.S. Bouncy Spaceship: The Vision . . .

Part of the S.S. Bouncy Spaceship: The Vision . . . 

“Hmmmm . . . ?” I asked myself, waking up from what felt like a long rest.

I looked around me. I wasn't in the bottom of the bouncy house anymore. I was in some kind of... black box, the size of a very small room. I saw people roaming around, doing things that you would see villagers in the 1500's do.

“Now it becomes winter, and work gets harder.” Someone said from behind me.

I turned around to see who it was, but when I did, there was nobody. Instead, there was a sky blue wall, covered in snow. Everything was cold, windy, and covered in snow. I saw a barn nearby. I entered it.

There are few farmers huddled up and sitting on hay. But there were two 10-year-olds, standing up and shivering.

“H-Harry, m-maybe you should go back to the house. M-maybe it’s warmer there,” the girl said to -- I’m guessing -- her brother.

“You don’t need to boss me around, B-Bleepy!” Harry yelled at her.

“I-I was just think-king th-th-that  we should-d --” Bleepy started to say but Harry cut her off.

“Y-you’re not our-r mother, Bleepy! Sh-she’s gone! A-and no one can re-replace her-er. N-not even you, Bleepy . . .” his voice trailed off, but then picked up again, this time talking to one of the farmers. “Owen, I think we should take a break, start it up again tomorrow.”

It was when I turned around to  see who “Owen” was when I was intrigued.

Owen looked like me, but in his early twenties. I stood gawking at him. Owen was milking cows, some mooed in protest.

“Good idea,” another farmer said. “Let's get home so we can see father again.”

“Fine, Aaron,” Owen told him. “We’ll go back, if --  you help me carry these milk pails back. We’ll boil them up, and soon we will be drinking hot milk! Who's with me?!” “I” told them. Aaron and Harry groaned, but a farmer who looked like Ella Norwood (my classmate) sat right up.

“Let's do it!” she announced, and it was only then that I woke up from my dream.

summer sets

Summer Sets

The dew drops of summer set on flowers
not to stay, only to cherish
life's hardest hue to keep
although life's most cherished t'ill sleep
the easy going flowers of life
not to stay in time
or record
but our minds
our hearts
but we can always revisit
when life sets 
once more

A Tree

the cat meowed every night
since she died
one day the cat didn't
all was quiet
whats the point in meowing
when no one can hear you 
the tree fell, with no remarks
the soldiers died, as a whole
as a bloody country
to meow or to not
fame or for the good
with peace
we shall save

I spend my days sleeping in my cage and barking aloud. Life is simple for me. I get bathed every month and on the weekends I round around the house wagging my tail and panting heavily. Jay Jay takes good care of me she runs around the house with me and she feeds me every day. When she was little she used to try to give me a bath but I was only but a pup so I wouldn't listen to her. Jay Jay has always loved me and has a certain bondage with special animals she is sweet and watches t.v. She  does gymastics all over the house and sings all of theb time. Jay Jay is very special.

LA COMPUTADORA

Doesn't this kid have anything else to do he's always  using me and I don't know why.  He really needs something better to do with his life  . He really should get something better to do. I think he has a problem. 

A thing that's not so great is that he keeps using me and  I cant keep up anymore. I'm getting slower and slower. More space being taken up over and over The other day the kid actually read a  book. But he didn't use me as much so I had a lot of time to sleep until the women  came in looking up her Yahoo and checking in on her emails and stuff. 

Why do they use me so much  I can only do so much.
After a while i'm going to go down and  not work  anymore
This is why i have decided to freeeez

Chuck

Hi. My name is Chuck, and I am Pop's favorite underwear. Though Pop isn't my favorite owner. In fact, I don't like any of my owners. (He is a used underwear. Many people have bought him and returned him.) Why you might ask? Because my face... is on the inside.
It was a nice day and Pop was coming home from school. He looked uncomfortable. So he ran to his room, dropped all his stuff on his bed and ran straight to the bathroom. But when he pulled down his pants, it already happened. So he took all his clothes off, and got a fresh new pear of clothing. His new underwear he was putting on was me. Because he just pooped, his butt wasn't to clean. How do I know? Because that's where my face was. You think that's gross, it gets worse when he sits down. Like if IT couldn't get any closer.You think that's gross? Wait until he goes to bed. At night, Pop is always moving around, making my face getting mushed against my face. And believe it or not, that's pretty much as bad as it gets.

The Story of Jonathan by Charlie Kitten

Sunday
Today I waited for almost 10 minutes in order to obtain the toys. My master, Jonathan, went and got mail. The foolish human came back, therefore I was excited. But you know what he did! He read the papers!

Monday
-Sigh- the saddest day of all...All me and my fellow cat can do is sleep for hours (my roommate has no problem doing that). And when my master returns, he's never in the best of moods. But when his 'work' is finished, he's usually happy.

Thursday
Talk of a 'vacation' has been noticed by the 'wise one.' She is the only one who understands humans. She tells me the humans will spend either a lot of time with us, or a little.

Harry Potter Books

She has opened me before. She poured over all my contents, very intrigued. My stories have given her a new perspective. All seven parts of me. Just like the horcruxes inside my cover. The seven of them. One secret. One a boy who lived. A famous boy within my pages. Know to the world as the boy who lived, the chosen one, Undesirable number one, and much more.

Her face when she opened me was such a delight to see. The joy spreading through her tired face has made me hopeful. All of my seven parts have been hopeful. The first interested her, and let her into the magical world. My second brought surprise and excitement. My third brought amazement, and a new love. My fourth has brought her deception. My fifth has brought her Nargles, and Loony Lovegood. My sixth has brought her an unsure feeling. My seventh brought a war and new beginnings. And sorrow that she was done. But the world of Harry Potter was forever in her and she will always love and keep the joy with her. As she grows up and reads me again, and mentions me, and thinks about me I will bring back memories. Of the wizarding world of Harry Potter.

By: Emily Bupp       EHC
All the cars are arriving. So many, coming out of the dust.

I have seen you before, during the winter reunions. you know me and smile. I am familiar. You go to your tent, and meet your new tent mates. Arla you know, Coco is her friend, but Remi, red, frizzy haired "y'all," is new. So is Ava, tan salty, ponytail,wide smile and kind chocolate eyes. Beck is not here, they tell you, she is at a hotel with her family, for visiting day, they explain. You smile and nod, but inside, I know you're nervous and scared. You force down a sandwich in the Whip, it's not very good, and you're not very hungry, but you don't know what to do and you are confused. You adjust, and adjust some more. Arla gets a lot of candy, and Peter steals it, but maybe Katie did. He gets whiplash, and I feel bad. His parents say it's fine.

The next year, you are more comfortable. I am there when you get your Crew. I am there when you pick your first crab. I am there when you dip your feet in the water and laugh clear salty sunshine, spraying me with why I am this camp. I am there when you eat a midnight donut and forget, I am there when you get scared of the (probably) fake coyote, I am there when you sneak out with Remi and Ava and Claire and Katie, I'm the one who whispered in all of your ears to go back to bed. I'm the one who urged Remi to go with Will. I was there when half of me was sick, I watched as you befriended someone in the worst of times. I was there when you and Elle were sick in bed, throwing up and gagging. I was there when Paige and Carter pretended to be related. I was there when you felt lonely. I felt your pain. but in my presence you are mainly happy, and you laugh salty sunshine and spray sweet Bay water. I am camp, and I have witnessed all your joy and pain and I have witnessed your love for a getaway where you can sail and laugh and never be sad because you always have a family by you.

Balloony

The Balloony Books

123 Balloony Lane

New Balloony, NB 12345

(123) 456 - 7890

Balloony

By Taylor Smith

Chapter 1: How Balloony Came to Be

This is Balloony. He is a balloon. He used to be a tree. Now he is a balloon. An evil sheep turned Balloony into a balloon. The sheep is evil because it was hit with a “Be Evil Ray” from Mighty Baby’s “Be Evil Ray Gun”. The sheep used to be nice and sheepy. Now he is evil. Balloony was trying to turn the sheep back to his old sheepy self, when the sheep turned him into a balloon. Balloony used to be a tree. He was made a balloon by an evil sheep. The sheep was made evil by Mighty Baby.