Monster- Independent Novel

The text I have read over the past two weeks was the novel, 'Monster.' This book was about how lawyers, O'Brien and Briggs, vouched and attempted to keep the accused Steve Harmon and James King from going 25 years to life in prison. Steve and James are charged for the murder of drugstore clerk, referred mostly as Mr. Nesbitt, and robbery of cigarettes. The novel mostly took place in a courtroom where O'Brien and Briggs were pleading to the jury that Harmon and King were not guilty but Petrocelli, the lawyer against O'Brien and Briggs thought otherwise. She planned to plead the jury that Steve and James are guilty of murder and robbery. Links to the robbery also included Bolden, Cruz, and Bobo. Bobo played a key role the jury by stating that he was involved in the murder, thus stating that he killed Mr. Nesbitt, so far as proved in court. However, Bolden and Cruz were linked to the murder if they either wanted some of the money or in Cruz's case, wanted Harmon and King locked up in jail. Bobo, Cruz, and Bolden all knew each other which was proved in the text. This 'bond' made their be several different understandings of the scene. Some of which stated that Steve Harmon was lookout for the King and Bobo to search if there were any cops in the store. However, King and Bobo 'accidentally' shot Mr. Nesbitt with his own drugstore gun.  All of these statements were much similar to each other and if the book stopped at that point, King, Harmon, and Bobo should be guilty and sent to 25 years to life in prison. Luckily, there was some more court left to handle. O'Brien and Briggs later on plead that Harmon and King were not guilty. Unfortunately, King was sent of to 25 years to life in prison but he wasn't alone. Osvaldo (Mr. Cruz) and Bobo went to prison as well for taking part in the robbery. Luckily, Steve was sent free. He went on with his life with a happy mother and decided to make films.

The Adventure of Marty Brown

Shivers and goosebumps chilled and cooled Marty Brown as the coldness woke him up signaling another freezing school day in the icy Rockies. However, this day didn't start off as projected: Marty woke up as a beaver. At first, Marty though of this as just another prank pulled by his brother Rocky but after repeating his daily routine, Marty was shocked to see no change in his image. Upon entering the bus, Marty was recognized with a hood dangling from his hair to his upper-chin. The strange stench of Canadian animal-life flowed through each seat of the bus like blood flowing through each and every organ inside your body. Double-takes of Marty was a common, but today, Marty had triple-takes. Denver wasn't known for their hatred of animals, but they were always ready to slash and gash beavers. Canadians were Colorado's most feared and hated type of people so seeing Marty in beaver-form wasn't so pleasing. Luckily, none of the passengers planned to harm Marty for they were not entirely sure Marty was in complete beaver-form. Arriving to school, Marty beavered' around the school trying to hide his beaver-looks from the students. The day was coming to a great start for Marty until lunch came.

As lunch rushed through the day, Marty was experiencing another symptom of turning into a beaver: A beaver tail. As this unlikely phenomenon was taking place, Marty's friend, Kyle, started to notice the transformation. However, Kyle did not warn Marty so Marty was dumbfounded once he noticed the waffle-tail evolving. Marty then, tried his hardest to keep the tail from being noticed by anyone else. Unaware that Kyle knew, Marty planned to tell Kyle before anyone else knew.

By the end of the day, Marty was in complete beaver-mode and then died. (Ending intended)
"SORRY fans for this terrible ending. Your blogger was rushed..."

Sincerely,
Marty The Beaver Brown

Sensory Details?

POLAR BEAR LAYING ON THE GROUND IN A FETTLE POSITION (IMAGE WILL BE GIVEN IN WORDS...)

As the guts poured out of the white, prodigious, and once-feared polar bear flew out straight from his body, his life flashed before his eyes as if he starred the dramatic ending scene in most movies. Raw fish congested the air while rotting to a remorseful with several bones popping out making a click-clacking noise as if it were a symphony from Beethoven. Starvation was common for this endangered specie, but none were as horrifyingly-bad at this moment. Click...Clack...Bump...Crack. That's all the came through as the the mammal laid there with his eyes closed shut and his tongue dangling from his mouth. His body shivered in coldness and flinched once or twice before the immediate death. Misery seeped through his body and was showing gracefully hovering over his remaining corpse. The polar bear's weight was a mere 200 lbs in counting slightly dropping by the second. His ear was combusted leading all the bloop to drip little by little on the ice-cold snow. Temperatures was a definite and absolute -100 degrees F. Wishes crowded the crowd as if they were Tweets through Twitter. Every single watcher looked on in horror as the bear's insides gushed out like how gushers pick-pop in your mouth. Frantically, the bear lost all his guts and lost all his fur in minutes. Drip...Drop...Pick...Pop...Dead....

The Cures

Demented, perturbed, disturbed... Then comes The Cures. These threatening children of the freezing pop-sickle like city of Detroit were known for their elite and utter-madness within this city. Ruins shattered and scattered the outer thick layers of the ground with the evil scent of victory for the evil-doers. Tasted like the blood shed from the victims of the fallen. Once killed, the gang-bangers cremated the body before robbing the inner and cotton-soft pockets of the poor wrong-doers. One slip of misleading messages would leave you sliced and diced as if you were another victim of the hash-slinging slasher (as used in Spongebob.) The Cures had no cure and luckily this was all settled through the Stanford visionary arts committee. Stanford, the place where you're dreams will come true. Visit Today!

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The Story Of David The Platypus: The Cool Platypus Will Serve You With David-Goodness

The hand-shaking, mind-bobbling, smooth-n'-elegant favored man of Atlanta, Jacob Cool-Boy, strolled down the streets of the ATL in an elated and heavily-happy direction until he veered to find a deranged platypus with a noticeable mad snail disease sickness. Trying to look as nonchalant as he can, he retrieved the semi-aquatic mammal from the garbage filled dumpster and brought the platypus to his residence. However, Cool-boy was cut short of his drive when he was pulled over by his friend, Lou Tenant. Hesitantly, he punched Lou in the kisser and tried to disguise himself by saying, "This is AMERICA!" Jacob knew not to tell Lou about the diseased and nearly-dead platypus. Once entering his home, he stuffed the platypus to the laboratory room and processed an experiment to determine whether or not the platypus is diseased with mad snail disease or just has an illness for starvation or what not.

 

After a series of grueling extended tests, the platypus was falsely accused of mad snail disease and was just homeless. Jacob kept the pet and started to train the pet as his own. It took months until the platypus was in tip-top shape. When the two decided to walk down town, Cool-Boy saw a flyer. The flyer stated that a local platypus convention was ready to take the nation by storm with the 1st annual platy-people show-off. "Finally, all the training would show in this competition", Jacob thought. He later designed a name and slogan for his platypus. The deranged endangered platypus became David the Platypus: The cool platypus will serve you with David-Goodness. Jacob Cool-Boy and David the Platypus- A star in the making. 

David and Jacob tried their very best in training and achieving goal through the last 2 weeks of working before the competition. Day of the competition, David was losing interest of participating after he suffered a torn MCL and was told not to continue. However, Jacob Cool-Boy pushed David and motivated him to win the convention and be the best platypus out there. 10 minutes into the showdown, David died when he was physically unable to perform 5 minutes after eating steamy nachos from the Latino shop across the street. David was a cool platypus but wasn't cool enough (Sorry David from English Class. Maybe you'll be alive in the next platypus story... No promises)