Remember That Day

Can you remember that day, in that small house, where at the stroke of twelve, not a creature was sterling, not even a mouse. When a million small children pretended to sleep, nearly didn't have Christmas at all? I remember that day. That was the day my life had changed completely around. I remember my life before that day as well. It was three weeks from Christmas, I was sitting in my house, listening to Elton John's; Rocket Man. I was slowly singing along with the lyrics, mumbling at the parts I couldn't remember. I sat in my rough leather reclining chair, next to my oak tree fire pit. I had company before, but she decided to leave.

Advice For Class of 2016

Try your best to get good grades for the end of the year field trips. And feel free to try new things, no one will make fun of you for it, especially if you enjoy doing it. If you get Mrs. Silady for your math class be sure to take quick notes and write down EVERYTHING she writes on the board, it will help you a lot. For those of you who get Mrs. Whelen be sure to ask her slow her teaching down if she goes too fast. Other than that good luck and have fun with your last year in Asa Clark.

Midnight Beast

The rain trickles upon my roof

The midnight creature is about

He comes out every day

He comes out every night

People haven’t seen him

People haven’t talked to him

These fools will parish from his wrath

The midnight creature is going door to door

Attacking only those who are ill or old

The stories say he is massive

Stealing children and grandparents with a quick motion of his hand

I have seen pictures of what he has done

He can rid of large families and small families alike

He can rid God himself

I hear a knocking upon my door

Screaming, bangs in my head

I approach the door with caution

Grabbing a hold of the handle, twisting the knob

A large wind blows the door upon, I go flying back

A white light brightens my house

The creature enters slowly

A black tear falls from my face

He extends his hand, asking me to take it

I accept

Without word we walk out of my house and down the road

People gather by the church holding candles

Every one seems to be wearing black clothing

I see my parents, they cry as I walk past them

I try to go toward them but the creature holds me back

I look at him furiously

He says “no.”

I want to ask why, but I knew it was for the best

We leave my town, my home, my family

I want to go back but the beast doesn’t allow me to

As we walk past I notice a similar figure going to the next town over

This one showed a dark color coming from him

As the beast near me walks past flowers

They blossomed

As the other one walks past flowers

They died in a rush

I saw a large white, fluffy, cloud going to the heavens

There was a large golden stair case only a few miles from my home

I have been down this road many times but I have never seen this stair case before

It was shining gold

Each step felt like a baby being made

It was magnificent

I didn’t want to stop walking

Finally we reached the top

A large gate was open waiting for me to enter

I saw my great grandma waiting for me

She stood alone

I asked where grandpa was

She replied, “Not here my dear.”

I didn’t understand what she meant

I didn’t understand where I was

I didn’t understand why the midnight creature did cause harm to my family or fiends

I didn’t care why the creature didn’t

I was happy that he had brought me to my grandma

I told her I was sorry for what I had done before she passed

Midnight creature was back on the streets waiting for the next person to bring home.

It's Worth Crying Over

      His luscious, shoulder length, dirty brown hair flowed in the wind. His skin was completely flawless, not a single mark or sign of acne. He had dark blue eyes, when he would look up toward the heavens his eyes make the sky cry. People gathered around him in awe as even they cried at the sight of him. A old woman stood in front of him. More tears poured from her eyes than the sky's. The old woman in front of him was his mother. She stood alone as his father was not able to accompany them. He had said that he was too busy at work but the majority of people who did attend knew that it was only because he was visiting his therapist so he could get that great sensation that he loves so much.
     A man stood behind the son, he held a Bible in one hand and a golden cross in the other. He wore a black suit with a white stole around his neck. He hadn't seen the child in his life but he could tell that this wasn't the end of the joy that he brought his family and friends. The man knew that people would look back at him and remember. The man in the book placed the cross in his shirt pocket and said to him, "Goodbye my son."
     More and more tears fell from the peoples faces who gathered around him begging him not to go. His mother fell to her feet, tears covering the ground that she knelt in. As he faded away into the reality of this world people slowly got back into their cars and slowly drove away. Those who stayed were either helping his mother get back to her feet as she said her final goodbye's to her son, or those who began placing the dirt into the whole. There was a chimney, and candle that stood at the base of his tombstone, the candled flickered a few times until it completely went out. This day was truly a sad day, but people will not forget the happiness that this man brought us, weather the idea of a candle and wind chime was right to show where he went we may never know. "Today was worth crying over." His mother said as she jumped into the hole joining her son. The few men who were burring the coffin did not see her act. She two was buried.

I am Happy

The year was 1848, I was just celebrating the discovery of gold in Sutter’s Mill, California. Unfortunately I was with a couple of my friends in Idaho searching for gold when we heard of the gold rush. Although the team wanted to head over to California to see the gold rush and perhaps be a part of it. I said ‘no’ I told them that we need to stay in Idaho and pray that we too find gold.

                Furious, over half of the team had left and headed toward Los Angeles. I didn’t know what to do without my best pickers, it would be near impossible to dig without them. No one else truly knew how to use the machines, although we could use pickaxes that would only take much more time. Knowing that none of us had the capability of running the machines I told the remaining team that we would have to work twice as hard and fast if we were to find any gold.

                The warm heat from the intense sun grew hotter and hotter as the day went by. Around five o’clock did it happen. We struck gold! We found gold in McCall, Idaho I could tell that everyone was happy with our discovery but we needed to hide the majority of the gold and then spread word of it. I grabbed small pieces of gold and placed them inside my desk that was around half an hour from where we were digging.

                I was happy. I was happy that we found our gold. I was also happy that we found gold so know we can return to our loving families. But first we needed to spread word of the discovered gold. When I returned to camp I saw something I didn’t believe. Around the digging hole we found more and more gold pieces. I was very happy.

                We continued to dig for another few hours when we heard news of that the gold rush in California was nearly over. I knew that it would be my job to have to spread word of our discovery of gold.  After another hour or so we heard word of that the gold amount found in California had doubled! They say that the man had found over two million dollars worth of gold! Time was running short, there would be more and more people who would want to see this man’s discovery. But then I realized it, people are going to see the gold, yes, but they are also going to see what this young man had found!

                Young people always have so much life in them and if word were to spread that an old man, such as myself, had found even more gold than I were to be sure to have more attention than the man in California. Although I wanted people to learn of my discovery I couldn’t kill anything for the attention. I would never kill another person.

                I f my mom had taught me anything it’s to be a good person! And that is what I am going to be. But then again with the rest of the team getting their even share it would only be a matter of time before they start digging on their own. Yes, I would have to kill them. So then I would get all the money! I told the team that it was time for dinner and a game of poker than it was off to bed. The chef had made pulled pork with a corn on the cob. The average American meal. After dinner we headed to the poker table which was in the cabin. I was stopped by another digger.

                “Hey, boss.” He whispered in my ear, “You know if we were to get rid of the other diggers there would be more money for the two of us.”

                His idea drove me insane, I couldn’t stop thinking about joining up with this man I had only known for a few weeks and kill everyone else. But his idea was no different than mine. I grabbed his arm and told him to follow me. We walked into the kitchen where I grabbed a knife. He looked at me with a smile.

                “I take that as a ‘yes’” He said as I smiled back at him.

                I looked at the blade which was lying in my hand. “I must say, your idea is quite unusual but you do bring up a good point.” I turned him around and we began to walk towards the door. Everyone one else was probably having a beverage waiting for us to arrive so we could begin our game. Only a few more steps to the door. “More money for me.” I whispered in his ear.

                He gasped as I turned him around and slit his throat with the knife. I dragged his body out of the kitchen and threw his body into a hole where no gold was found. I went back into the kitchen and cleaned off the knife.
                As strange as this sounds I felt rather good knowing that I would be getting more money. I was happy. I walked into the cabin where four men sat around a table waiting for the dealer to deal out their cards.

                “Where’s the other guy or did he not want to lose any more money?” Said a tall muscular man, who sat and the end of the table. I sat at the opposite side of the table considering I was the only one who ever offered to be dealer. I lit a candle so we could see better.

                “Place your bets.” I said as I pulled out my wallet.

                “Oh, sorry boss we aren’t playing more money anymore.” Said the tall muscular man.

                The other players began to pull out guns and pocket knives. I pulled out my revolver. I had good memories with the revolver but if this is how the team wanted to play than let it be that way.

                A shorter man glanced at my gun and began to reach for it. He quickly threw himself forward and grabbed the gun and began pointing it all around. He began to mumble something to himself but no one could understand what he was saying.

                “Throw me the weapons, throw me them now.” He said pointing the gun at all of us. I picked up a knife that he had bet and took it out of its sheave. He quickly pointed the gun toward the large muscular man and slowly pulled the trigger back. The man tossed him his gun and put his hands on top of his head.

                The man on the opposite side did the same. I quickly threw the knife and amazingly the tip went into the man’s chest. He slowly pulled the trigger as the fell to the ground. The shot went off. The muscular man feel to the ground as blood spilled from both sides of his head. Only three remained but I couldn’t tell if the other two would attempt to pull the same move. I walked over and grabbed the gun from the man. I checked the chamber and there were three more bullets.

                I grabbed the knife from his chest just in case the bullets weren’t enough. I noticed that one of the two remaining men had left screaming. His screams rattled my head, and then there wasn’t any sound. The other man and I quickly ran to find him when we saw a body inside a hole. He had fell. I knew that now it was only me and this last one man. He looked at me and shook his head and walked into the hole.

                I watched him walk into the hole, I could have stopped him but it was too late. I tried to get my mind together. I tried to remember that now I would have all the money to myself but something didn’t seem right. I took all the gold and threw it all back into the same hole were the two men were. Then I buried their bodies with gold. I walked back into the cabin and grabbed the lantern.

I walked slowly into the night. At first I thought I was being foolish but then I looked down and I was right. I had walked myself to my death. I slowly fell as the moons light began to fade away. Just as easy as pulling a trigger I hit the ground and laid there. The lantern had broke and set my close on fire. I was paralyzed from the waist down. I slowly burned to death. I was happy.

Watchmen Joke

       Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci."

Farmer Brown's Cows

Farmer Brown has a huge problem; he has three cows who he had named; Karen, Kable, and the smallest of the three Kami. Farmer Brown knew that there was something about the three of his cows that made them stick out from the other farm animals. Karen who didn’t have a care in the world, she would lay in the meadow listening to her iPod while Farmer Brown would milk her.

                Kable, who was the wealthiest of the three, would sit in the grass counting his large mountains of money while Farmer Brown milked him. As for Kami, she would never be milked, she was minus an utter. Because Kami wasn’t able to be milked she would sit in the barn and play video games on her laptop.

                Farmer Brown’s cows were cherished to him, but they felt otherwise. They thought that Farmer Brown was being too harsh on them. So they asked their great friend the one and only chicken in the entire farm; Nick.

Nick told them that he got to roam around and do whatever he wanted by simply ignoring what Farmer Brown told him. Nick told the three cows that all they had to do to feel appreciated is to not do what is asked of them and they will get more attention than ever. So they did what the chicken told them.

For many weeks Farmer Brown didn’t get any milk from any of the cows. Karen, Kable, and Kami knew that what Nick had told them was working but they also noticed sadness coming from Farmer Brown. Kami had told Karen and Kable about a website that she found that told said that if the cows don’t give milk than they will lose the farm and Farmer Brown will be very upset.

After a few more weeks of ignoring Farmer Brown, Farmer Brown became very upset and began to yell at the cows a lot. Although the cows were getting the attention they always wanted they knew that this was not the attention that the chicken Nick had told them about. This was far worse than what the chicken Nick had said.

After a few more days the three cows watched from the barn has a long black limo pulled up to Farmer Brown’s drive way. A man in a black suit stepped out of the driver seat of the car, and began to walk to the end of the limo and opened the door for an older woman to step out of the limo. She used as a cane to keep her balance as she slowly approached the farmer.

Although the cows didn’t hear what the woman had said to Farmer Brown they knew that it wasn’t good. Farmer Brown had a few tears pour down from his eyes as he pointed towards the barn. The old woman began walking toward the barn. She had the driver open the door and saw the three cows who stood in the center of the barn.

The weather quickly changed from a bright summer’s day to a hard rain as lightning flashed scaring the cows causing them to tremble to their knees. The woman pointed to Kable as the driver grabbed the cow by the bell that hung around his neck, and pulled away from the other two. Kami had begin to cry at the sight of Kable being taken away, but then Arleen the wise goat walked into the barn and saw what was being done to the other farm animals. Outraged the goat began to dash toward the driver and hit him down to the ground with her mighty horns. The woman quickly turn to the farmer was quickly chuckling at the man who sat in the dirt.

The woman began to walk back toward Farmer Brown she seemed to be warning him about something but then she whistled to the driver as he got up and ran to assist the woman with her door. Once she was in the driver shut her door and got into the driver’s seat and drove away leaving a cloud of smoke and dirt.

The farmer walked into the barn and hugged all of the animals, including Nick the chicken who began to blush. The other animals laughed at Nick’s blushing but he tried to hide it by turning his away and acting muscular. Farmer Brown told the cows that if they didn’t give him the milk that he desperately needed than they would lose the farm and they would have to go and live with that horrible woman.

About a month later the woman came back to the farm and swung her door open with her own hands and quickly walked toward the farm where Farmer Brown sat on the stack of hay milking Kami. The woman saw what was happening and a small grin appeared on her face, just as quickly as she came she left and told the driver to drive away.

As they drove away the old woman turned back and waved to Farmer Brown who was lifting two buckets of milk. The woman turned toward the front and sunk down into her seat as a smile came across her face, her smile was ear to ear and she began to laugh at her happiness.

The woman never spoke to Farmer Brown after that day but everything went back to normal, only this time Kami was giving the most milk out of all the other cows. Even Nick was laying more eggs than before bring in more profit for Kable to add to his money piles.

The End

Man of Ice

The cold breath slowly approaches,
It's cold howl gets stronger and stronger,
The woodland creatures go and hide from it wrath,
The bears slowly fall asleep hoping that the cold breeze wont disturb them while they slumber,
The white wolves come to get this man of ice,
Slowly its cold presences causes everyone to be afraid,
As it knocks on your window, you refuse to answer,
You know that weather you answer or not it will not leave for months to come,
It came after you had the great feast of turkey and ham and potatoes,
But this is not one you can throw away like the scraps of the turkey,
No, this one you must face on your own,
The children refuse to listen to their parents as they warn them about his horrid wrath,
But he has promises of fun and snowmen,
It was only then that you looked into his cold eyes and remembered your fun times with this being,
Slowly you step into your boots and enjoy your self with your children and family,
But the man made of ice still lurks, waiting for his attack...

A Not so Perfect World

Sweat drips as the men and women carry their bags full of weights, full of iron and rocks one can only dream that this world had never made the wrong turn. With their small earpieces they are being forced to wear, every twenty seconds a small beeping sound will go off cause some to lose their mind, others are lucky, they would only get a large headache. When everyone must be the same, there is always the one person who questions; Why. But when even the hero must do and act like everyone else, how does he know that he will become the hero. Unfortunately the majority of heroic stories end with someone dyeing. “Harrison Bergeron” by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. the same must happen to many people who only wanted to be different. Harrison Bergeron was someone who wanted to be different; he paid the ultimate sacrifice for his freedom. Although Harrison was not taken capture, he was forced to be the same as everyone else, he too had his bags of weights that he carried on his shoulders and his ear piece that you can only imagine annoyed him so much. Harrison was taken from his parents; Hazel and George, at the age of fourteen. Although Harrison had become a tall, strong young fellow he knew that what was happening around him was wrong. There is a book that I can’t quite remember what is called, but I do remember that it is a very interesting read, it is the heroic story of when a small town decided to do everything the exact same, the men would wear the same clothes, the women would wear the same dress, this was not a perfect world. But one day a hero rose and began to question why they were doing what they did, why did they all decide that it would be best to do everything the same, where did the old people go? (What was this book called?) I digress, but if an only a child could become the hero of this town than I’m sure an older man named Harrison Bergeron could as well. Only later did the woman who caused all this chaos stop the non-believers in a ballerina show, such grace and beauty the ballerina’s have, but when they too decide to remove their weight bags, they also begin to float away…

The Men in The Black Leather Suits

"The year was 2081, and the geeks who were still obsessing over "Star Trek" were having another fake fight out in the court yard. The largest of the five seemed to be driving the ship, he had the same hair as Jeffery Hunter (Christopher Pike) he appeared to be yelling something I could fully understand, but I did know that whatever he was saying he was saying to the Asian who was playing Spock. They had made a life sized battle ship from the original show but it was made out of cardboard so they couldn't go inside of it. I watched from my balcony.

 The more I watched the more I laughed at the chumps with their fake guns and cardboard people they had set up and would shoot at, only when they were shot they would have to walk over and knock them over. One of them was shot by the cardboard people; they really were getting into their fake battle considering that they ever used fake blood if they were shot. As marvelous as it was they all stopped, only then had I realized that it wasn't fake blood. I began to walk backwards into my house where I would call the hospital for help. I closed the balcony door before I had turned around.

Bad move number: 1. Once the doors were closed I turned around only to find that there were eight men, all wearing black leather body suits, and hockey masks so I couldn't tell who they were. But they all were incredibly muscular. I began to worry for myself only when one of them put their index finger over his lips telling me to be quite. They quickly and swiftly moved around me, they cracked open the balcony door and slowly approached the balcony. The first made some sort of sign with his hand that the other seven me could clearly understand, I however had no idea what it meant. Without words they were speaking to one another using only their hands, but it wasn't sign language either. I knew a little sign language like hello and goodbye. But they had a whole different type of sign language. It was remarkable what they were doing, one held onto the marble floor of my balcony, another held onto his feet and another held onto his feet until they were fully at the ground. I suppose they did their little foot attempt so they wouldn't make any noise. I watched as the one on the bottom helped the next and then they caught the third and so on until all eight were on the ground. Again they made signs with their hands, only I think I could understand this one. If I was correct the leader was telling the others to gather up fools playing Star Trek. I was wrong.

They didn't come to save them; they came to finish off what the sniper had failed at. They went up to the fools one by one making it seem like they were meant to help only then did they strangle each and every one of them with a rope. I quickly noticed the one whom was shot hadn't been strangled yet. I quickly yelled telling him to move. Bad move number 2: when I yelled the eight men had also heard me, so quickly the wounded man began to scramble away. The leader had the other seven go after me, I quickly noticed the leader pull out a pistol, I didn't know what would happen if he shot, considering I was never the violent type, I have always enjoyed the peace and quiet, and I would sit in my study and read for hours a day. I ran back into my home and slammed my door shut. I locked it just to be sure, I heard the wounded man begin to yell for help, I was too startled to do anything, I could have called the police but I didn't know if I should have, these men were doing business and I didn't want to be a part of it."

"Sounds to me like you had one heck of a day wouldn't you agree? Tell me how did you make it out of there alive?"
"Terrified I made a dash for the front door which was thankfully unlocked, I opened it and began running down the nice pavement driveway. The seven men were looking for me when I heard crashing and banging. I knew what I didn't want to do but I knew what I to do it if I wanted to live, I ran for the woods, I ran past trees and woodland creatures only when I noticed that one of the men in black was running only a few yards away from me. I made a quick turn to the right, heading towards the road where I ran into the road and you picked me up."
"Quite the story."
"Yes, I agree but I am just glad it is over."
"Would you be so kind of to grab my gloves from the back seat, my hands are getting cold."
I turned around to grab the man’s gloves, when I noticed a hockey mask and a full body black leather suit....... Just as the man had said, quite the story.

Midget Football

The warm breeze of the summer air rushed against my face. The ball in mid air my feet already taking their steps back. Now with the ball in hand I quickly reposition myself to throw, just as quickly the sound of feet trembles though out my head. Quickly I begin to through the ball. Ten yards, twenty yards, nearly thirty yards, the ball was intercepted. Anger forces me to make a dash, I drive myself though the defense and make the sack. Now with the ball almost hitting the ground; I reach for it. Barely catching it with one hand I quickly realize that my body was and still is crushing the poor fellow under me. I stand up, glance down at him and quickly begin to run in the opposite direction. I can’t help but to think that what I did had been wrong but I had to go for the touchdown. I quickly pass the forty yard line, then the thirty, twenty, ten, five, one… right then the moment of truth. Less than a few feet away my legs begin to feel as if they were flying, as did my body and the rest of me. As it turned out a bystander had tackled me at the one yard line. Although this was an extraordinary tackle my body goes flying into five yard line. I smile appears upon my face as this “midget” if you will, had just tackle my heavy 172 pounds of muscle, fat, and excitement. I begin to laugh as my body crashes to the Earth. Just the thought of this little person sacking me had made even my funny bone begin to hurt. I had assumed it was just a person from the school only about a quarter mile away. I was wrong. The kid I had sacked turned out to be this guy’s son. My smile gets even bigger I lay on the rough grass and dirt as a little trickle of blood comes from my nose. Quickly everyone attempts to get the person off of me. No one was able to. Once I realize that this actually hurts I set the football down and begin to lift the man of my chest. My arms almost perfectly straight, I toss the man to the opposite side of the football. I glance to see that the man is barely half of me. I laugh even harder as the man gets up and tries to apologize. I extend my arm letting him now that all he has to do is pull me for me to except his apology. At first he had struggled to lift me up but eventually his son and a few friends had joined. I quickly balance myself helping them pull me up. Once up my hand still holding the bystanders I throw him to the ground and begin to laugh even louder than before. I fall to the ground laughing at the fact that this person had just tackled me at the one yard line. =3

My Name is Khan

              When the first plane hit, everyone was surprised. No one knew what was happening, some thought it was a mistake, and others thought it was an act of war. 9/11 is one of the most memorable days of American history. When the second planes some camera hadn’t seen the plane so they had thought it was an explosion from the first plane. The other camera’s had saw the second plane come flying down into the second building. Many people died that day. Nearly three- thousand people had died. Many innocent people died in an act of war.

                At first we as American’s blamed the Muslims and people from Iraq or Afghanistan. Once we were sure it was not them, we turned to Al Qaeda. Now Al Qaeda is one of America’s most hated countries. But what if it wasn’t an act of war? What if it were an act of reasoning? The government does not listen to reason but instead kill or destroy anything or anyone we do not like. Thousands of Mexicans attempt to cross the U.S. Mexico border to find freedom, to find salvation. But many of those thousands are refused their happiness.

                There is a new law where if a Mexican wants to become an American citizen, that person would have to join the U.S. military. So to enjoy their happiness in America they must join what they are trying to get away from? This does not seem the American way. Our forefathers had promised that this land would be a free land, a land where you could learn your religion freely. Where you would not be judged on the color of your skin, nor where you are from. And yet so many Americans are so racist that they only see evil in the average Muslim.

                When a young Muslim male comes to America he has a small happy life in Brooklyn, New York. Only after a short time is Rizwan Kahn marries an Indian named Mandira Kahn. They have a happy home in Los Angeles, California. Rizwan and his wife and her son Sameer (Sam), and joined by their neighbors who are Americans. This of course being before 9/11 had happened, they were all happy Sameer was doing fine in school he had befriended his neighbors son and then tragedy happened. No not the 9/11 attack. Rizwam’s neighbor’s husband was to join the war in Afghanistan, where shortly after he died.

                Outraged Sam and his friend began to drift away. Sam wanted to make things work out but Mark saw otherwise. Mark wanted Sameer to leave him alone and not talk to him but only a few months later Sameer couldn’t stand Mark being so frustrated with him. Sameer and Mark were on their way to soccer when Sameer caught up with Mark, Mark began yell. High school students also asked Sameer to leave Mark alone but Sameer only made things worse. When Sameer offended one of the high school students he kicked a soccer ball at Sameer. The impact of the ball had killed Sameer.

                Mandira had blamed her son’s death on their name being Khan. Rizwan didn’t want his beloved wife to be mad at him so he asked her what she wanted him to do to make her happy. She told him that he couldn’t come back to her until he met the president of the United States of American and told him; “My name is Khan. And I am not a terrorist.”

                To this day many people are still judged by what had happened on 9/11. Some people are told to leave, others have their belongings broken or stolen. Many Muslim people died because of what happened that faithful day. Many innocent Muslims. War does not change. All wars end with an act of death or some sort of symbol of death. The war against Al Qaeda, that war won’t end until either all American’s can forget and forgive or until all Muslims are dead.

Beautiful Death

Blood slowly drips on the floor. The wound slowly gets larger as the knife goes further into my chest. Judging by the look upon her face she was not that pleased on what she was doing. Slowly more and more tears fill her face as she continues to push the blade through my chest out my back. I could not blame her for being upset, but I knew that she wouldn't be able to live with herself knowing that she had killed a man. She yells in pain which I couldn't fully understand. I was the one she was killing and yet I was incredibly quite. The ropes that hoisted me to the chair were now not as strong, allowing me to move my hands. With both hands I grab the knife by the blade as is continues to sink threw. My hands drip blood as now I begin to try. The thunder booms louder than before. The storm must be drawing closer. Now blood also drips from my hands as I slowly grab her hair and begin to pull. Handfuls of hair now fall to the ground as I try to grab more. She bleed from her head, from where her hair was pulled, the knife goes further into my chest. Nearly piercing my lung, I grab her wrists and try to pull them back, I tighten my grip around her wrists and begin to pull the blade out from my body. Her heals glide across the floor as another thunder booms. This one much, much closer. I begin to release my grip from her arms. She continues to push the blade threw me. I begin to except death. In only a few moments I feel as sting entering my back as the smell of blood fills the room. I watch myself fall to the ground with the knife going straight threw my body. I notice the sun coming out from the storm clouds as it begins to rain. Was this the end of me? No. I see the front door go flying in. Police shoot the woman on site. She falls to the ground. Her spirit and mine now grab each others hand and slowly float off to heaven. The sun shines upon our faces and the rain falls like blood from my stab or her bullet wounds. She looks at me, as I turn to her. She kindly smiles at me and glances up. I smile back, but she hadn't seen. I also glance up as our spirits go faster, on their way to heaven with the sun shining on our faces and the rail falling in such a dramatic way. This truly was a beautiful death.

Still Waiting Again

It is in human nature to over exaggerated movies, as you may have read in "Still Waiting" You found that the movie Twilight... well just plane out sucked. Now I understand that I was supposed to wait until I had received 10 comments but people have not been posting anything on my blog, they have been viewing it but not posting any comments. Once again I stand in a line, I got in the line around 12:30, it is now 1:15. Only a forty-five minute wait right? WRONG! I got in this line around 12:30 three days ago! Why is it that when ever I get into a line it takes for ever! It's like that movie "Office Space". When ever the guy gets into car lane, the one he was just in starts moving. Then he would go back into that lane and the other one would start moving. Anyway this movie better be better than Twilight. If it's not I will never again let my mom tell me what movies to go to. I had brought my own popped popcorn so I wouldn't have to buy my own, but after three days you get hungry and the only thing I had on me was the popcorn. To be honest I ate the popcorn on the way to the movie theater. I got hungry don't be a hater! Anyway, no there were not any pregnant women who just gave their children away, no there weren't any crazy hobos. (But Brad you didn't mention any crazy hobos in "Still Waiting") Yes I did, didn't you read the part that mentioned George Bush? AHA I kid the ex-president... wait no I don't. Ah, finally movie time! Luckily I had brought money so I could afford food and drinks. In front of me was a tall black man (Not be racist) but this man was very angry. He was with what seemed to be a child but I'm not going to get in any further information about that. Any way the man in front of me was very upset. Not crying upset but angry upset. I would assume that he had also saw Twilight but I don't know. I was too afraid to ask. Wow. Once again another movie down the drain, who's idea was it to make a movie about "The Last Exorcism". Spoiler alert! Who would make it where at the end of the movie the little girls dreams come true but also all of those fake church people die by the gingers killing them all. (Still no racism). But any way you now the rules, leave at least five comments and I'll make another "Thumbs Down" Movie review. And this is for all of those "Where's Waldo" fans. I am yet to see a real Where's Waldo. Sure I could check out the World Record book but I want to met one instead. That would be exciting in my own opinion.

Still Waiting

I stand alone, waiting. The line was long and slow moving. Hours had gone by before one person was done. Why would this line be so long? Skeletons are lying on the floor, waiting to be picked up by someone. A woman behind me was pregnant, after a few days of waiting she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Unfortunately the woman did not want to loose her spot, so she gave her child to a man who walked by. It seems impossible that this line would be so long, but I guess this is important. Although it may not be a flu shot or auditions for a new television show. No this event is going to be one of the biggest franchises ever! President Obama will be here as well. Lucky for me that doesn't make it any more special. It is said that George W. Bush will be here also. Seems like a very, very important thing. My little siblings said that I would have to go to under stand the beauty behind it. I still don't believe them. I hated the first, like I hated the Harry Potter movies, or books. I saw the first when it came out on DVD, I tried to read the book, I'm surprised they haven't made a video game of it yet. There are songs, movies, books, and even impersonators. The impersonators for this movie had not made me laugh like the youtube video; Christopher Walken prank call. Or anything that involves Christopher Walken. Ah, my turn. I bought my ticket, over priced of course. I'm not even going to worry about food or snacks, I just want my seat. The lights dim, trailers. I love the trailers, it's the one time of my life where I get to be a critic. A few hours later, I am still waiting for what people had told me; "It's so romantic." "It's so funny." "It's the best movie I have ever seen." Well my friends, I saw it. And my answer is still the same. Twilight SUCKS!

The Mongolian Death Worm

                The Mongolian Death Worm is an ancient worm that is said to be the length of 2 – 5 feet (0.6 – 1.5 meters). The Mongolian death worm is said to only be found in the Gobi desert, the creature is said to be able to swallow humans whole, and slithers like a snake in the barren desert. This abomination is said that when it attacks it’s victims it spits out a acid like substance, slowly and painfully eating away the victim’s flesh.

                The Gobi desert is one of the largest deserts in world. 3^rd largest to be exact, it is 500,000 sq. feet of only sand and rolling hills. The Gobi or Mongolian desert is the location of Russia’s nuclear bomb testing. Yes, NUCLEAR! Some of the natives to Mongolia say that the olgoi-khorkhoi or “Death Worm” has been around since ancient times. Some scientists say that the creature is a myth. A hoax. A legend. But after a recent discovery a video camera was found in the Mongolian desert not too long ago.

                Two friends, Benton Davis and were in a motocross racing. They were in last place, Benton in 17^th and Cole Zinger in 18^th. They were doing the usual thing when they are in motocross races, recording their race. The two friends arrive at a checkpoint, and with no the sun setting and with no trace of the other racers in sight, the two friends decide to just keep moving, and hopefully pick up a trail.

                Over five hours past and the two friends have gotten no signs of tracks, and no sign of water. The two friends decide to call it a day. They lie in the cold sand in a desert mile away from the nearest town. In the middle of the night … is what he says attacked by something. “It felt like something bit me! Cole says to Benton. Benton hurries to see what had happened. A large gash was in Cole’s leg, his clothes had burned what seemed to be burned off, and his leg was slowly being eaten away.

                They decide to get back to finding the trial, only a few hours later the bikes run out of battery. Stranded. Cole bleeding. There is no sign of help. Benton begins to walk to a tall sand hill, only a few seconds after he leaves is Cole attacked again. Only this time Benton got it on tape. The creature looked like a large worm, some sort of no eyed, large mouth, hairless creature. Benton tells Cole that he has to keep going. But before Benton could leave he records the hair on his arm standing up. Benton claimed that he could feel a slight electricity running through his body. Could this be the Death Worm? Could a worm send waves of electricity?

                The only creature known to man to be able to conduct electricity is a stingray and an eel. Neither of which live in the desert. Some scientists say that when the bombs were dropped if a creature were to be living in that area, it could evolve into some sort of super mutant. Could a small worm know be a much larger, scarier, creature that the natives of the region fear?

                Cole is attacked again. Benton too far away to hurry back. The yelling stops. Over a sand mound Benton does not see his friend. … is gone. Missing. Nowhere to be seen. Benton decides that he must find help. He runs up and over sand mounds, only a little while later does the electricity return. Benton sets the camera down. He slowly gets on his knees.

                “I am Benton Davis. I am married to Elizabeth Davis. A few hours ago me and Cole Zinger were in last place of the Mongolian motocross race. Something attacked Cole and now he is missing.” In the back ground you can see the sand moving. “If anyone finds this tape, please tell my wife what happened. Tell her I love her very much.” Benton is attacked. He is pulled down into the sand.

                Benton Davis was never found. Neither was Cole Zinger but Benton’s camera was discovered. As were the two motocross bikes. No one has been able to prove whether the Mongolian Death Worm is real or fiction, and what could have the strength to pull a man into the sand? So far there is no doubt in researcher’s minds that the tape is real. Some say it is too perfect. Could some type of worm have attacked these two friends? Is there really a Mongolian Death Worm? And what ever happened to Benton and …? No one knows for sure, but many people believe that there are creatures beyond our imagination.

                If it were to be Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, or the Mongolian Death Worm. There still are millions of creatures waiting to be discovered. And some are much more dangerous than others.