Nїdwhal

Author's Note- This is a small part of Inheritance in the point of view of a Nїdhwal. A Nїdhwal is dragon like creature with no wings and live in the sea.

The strong feeling of a relatively familiar mind awoke me. It was something I hadn't felt in over a hundred years, but it was unmistakable. It was  a dragon. Lunch time. There is a reason they were thought to be extinct. Despite what they think, those lesser creatures are nothing like the Nidhwalar! They have no right to compare themselves to superior beings such as us. I should not have been surprised at the appearance of a dragon as there being a large amount of energy being released in the East as of late. Not that it matters though. Now it is lunch time. I swiftly rose out of the water to attack my prey, but it got lucky and anticipated my attack and rose high into the air before I could make an easy meal out of it. Curse those wings of theirs!  

Are You Proud of Your Country?

Author's Note- This was a paragraph in response to the patriot's pen essay writing contest question. 

Are you proud of your country? That is tough question. Of course we are a free country and we have great rights and all that, I know, but with our current economy, I would have to say no. Nobody cares about the people anymore. It's all about money. The leaders in our country are making bad decisions. I don’t know much about politics, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that our economy is going down the toilet! So I would have to say that, in this current state, I am not proud of my country.

The Dagger

Author's note- This is just a starting idea that I had for part of a story I was thinking about starting. I might try to develop  this further, I'm not sure about it. I'd like feedback so let me know what you think.

It was a beautiful night, with the full moon out, shining as I watched the gentle breeze blow the trees in a dance like motion. Everything was right in the world. I had my prized possession, the only thing that I ever wanted and needed. If only every day and every night could be this way. I let out a sigh of happiness and was thankful for the joy.

Then, a dark, ominous cloud rolled over the moon and cover the beautiful light. A dark, familiar shadow slowly emerged. The dark figure crept closer, and I realized it was my friend. He kept coming closer, and then I noticed what was in his hand. It was a long, jagged, sharp, bloody dagger his eyes met mine, and moved swiftly towards me. With one swift movement, he stabbed his weapon straight through my heart, and according to the doctors, it should have killed me, but it didn't. I was robbed of my prized possession. I wish that dagger had just killed me, but instead, I had to live through the suffering.  Alone and suffering……

Memories...

Author's Note- This is a journal entry that I wrote at the beginning of the year that I thought would be neat to post to see the improvement from then. This event really took place a few years ago. It was one of the last times I saw my brother because he lives far way.

I am fishing, watching as boats go by. The slight breeze is gently blowing, stirring the air. The sun is shining as my brother decide to go in and try to catch a muskie by hand. I laugh as the fish swim in circles around him, taunting him, but he can't get his hands on them.  I imagine the laughing at him as he smiles, but doesn't give up. With his hard  determination he is finally able to grasp one. After a moment of victory celebration he lets the fish go. We decide to walk home. Laughing and having a good time.

 

Ostrich World!

Author's Note- This was just a fun writing activity that, as a class, words were chosen to try to put into a story. Mine turned out quite random so beware! All of the red words were words that were chosen by the class to put into their stories. 

It was finally over. Timmy's great, exhausting adventure was finally over. He could now sit down in his igloo and eat his favorite meal: Potatoes, mutton, and dumplings. Well, at least this adventure was over, but little did he know, there was at that very moment trouble brewing. A catastrophic epidemic that could change the whole world was being strategically planned.

Meanwhile, in the secret headquarters of the evil X-men in Romania, the evil leader was unveiling his 

malevolent plan. The leader was a genius and his plan could easily succeed to take over the world. It was so genius and so evil that it was unlikely that even our hero, Timmy, could stop it. The commander of this operation was the most intelligent being in the whole entire world. He loved to eat bananas. His name was Jellybeans and he was an ape. Yes, that's right Einstein, Aristotle, and  Socrates, you were outsmarted by an ape!  

Jellybeans had an assistant, but he was an odd fellow. He was not exactly the brightest person, but then again, he wasn't exactly a person. He was a tortoise. During the secret meeting, as Jellybeans unveiled his plan, all of the X-men came to a unanimous decision that his idea was the most genius plan to take over the world ever. Well, it was almost unanimous, but the tortoise disagreed and said that the whole thing was dumb. That resulted in him getting ejected from the secret HQ in Romania. So the worthless former assistant went and told Timmy the whole plan and Timmy decided to try to stop Jellybeans. 

Now you may be wondering what this super genius plan to take over the world might be. Well, the operation would take place on top of Mt. Kilimanjaro and there would be a bomb planted there. When that bomb goes off, it would release a virus that would turn everyone into quirky ostriches that are very flabbergasted and would never stop gobbling and yodeling. Oh the irony!

Now back to the story. When Timmy heard about the evil plan, he of course had to go stop Jellybeans. I bet you think you know comes next. You think that the hero is going to jump in and defuse the bomb and save the day. Right? Wrong! That's what he tried to do, but he just was met by the X-men and later met his final moments with a noose. Then everyone else (including the tortoise) was turned into an ostrich and they were all ruled by an ape.   

THE END!!! 

Vale

Author's Note- This was a journal entry that i wrote while I was reading The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan and I was think a lot about that book so it influenced my writing a lot and I decided to write in perspective of a Roman "demigod" and used a few Latin words. Pater meus means my father and vale means goodbye. 

Noise feels my ears in tremendous proportions.   And as I walk through, I hear a faint murmur beyond the chaos. It must have been nothing, but my imagination. But wait… there it is again! What could it be, I wonder. If only I could realize, but it is too soft as it is muted by the sounds of the construction sight. I strain my senses, listening for it again, as if I were squinting with my ears. Then I realize, all but too late. A warning cry from a crow perched on the highest point of the building. I turn around swiftly, only to my surprise to have my sight met by an immense wrecking ball, swinging towards me, with no where to run. Of course, fate would lead me hear, to the spot of my father's death, for me to join him as well. I fall to my knees and whisper one last prayer, and then it is all over. I will now see my father again, or in our native tongue rather, pater meus.  After cheating Pluto this many times, it is time, that he shall finally get his wish. Goodbye, clueless world, or rather, vale.      

 

Satire

Author's Note: This is our satire project. We used Star Wars to symbolized the recent government issues. We made this in response to Animal Farm by George Orwell.