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....
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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!
Monday, October 17, 2011
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)
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
2026: Year of The Jacob...
The Nuclear Bomb of Earth has struck...
Leaving most people dead...
This is not a fictional tale...
This is real life...
I am not a robot programing this intervention... I am Jacob Jefferson... The last one...
And the first one of the new upcoming World...
DAY 1: 12:34:21
I awoke to a sudden deficiency. All alone. I was able to manage my time wisely; Escaping that incoming bomb by crossing the border to the authentic and far-distance Amazon River. My swimming abilities was able to leave me deep in the ocean, avoiding this catastrophe. When the damage was done, I swam straight up to ridden dirt and cosmetic destruction. Luckily, I left unscathed by this accident, but I am still unaware of what's next to come. That's just me. My life is right now. I own this World and I seek to use its fullest potential. Whether it is surviving on my own or creating a new and joyful community. (Like that will ever happen.) Maintaining my life by eating from some food markets. Enjoyment...none. Curiosity...far-gone. Life...right in front of me. Today I wish to survive by consuming goods at a local supermarket. Then, hit the gym to burn calories (Not like I need to.) Finally, off to bed. This was a boring day... but I have to deal with it until another life-cycle takes place reviving all animals and humans.
DAY 13: 15:46:10
The past few days was similar to first; The routine kept repeating for nearly two weeks. Still, I found myself isolated with this typical routine. However, it was days like this where rain and thunderstorms were beginning to overcome land. It was now time to relocate from Southern Africa to another cooler and comforting place: It was now time to move on to Great Britain where sunshine and warmth was only on the other side of the World.
DAY 29: 8:53:40
After many excruciating days of traveling on a high-mileage motorcycle, I finally reached my destination: Britain. With the small breezes and 60 degree weather, I found myself stuck in the home of the British eating and taking in crumpets and awkwardly tasting Dr. Pepper drinks. (There may have been a special ingredient added that I plan on not saying.) As usual, I kept that same routine until I discovered high winds speeding up to 100 miles per hour. I was near a water source that is easily influenced by hurricanes. Warm and cool air fused as a sudden funnel of air formed. I knew I needed to leave... leave for America.
DAY 36: 19:11:46
America was nearby from Britain. However, there still was that body of water that over-flowed as a barrier to separate the countries. I escaped by hijacking a canoe I found in a rental place near the Mediterranean Ocean. I entered it, then I rid down to the States. I was certain I would last in the home of the Brave. Atlanta was my new plan of scenery: Few tornadoes, cool weather, and near the ocean for quick escape routes. I think I finally found a home.
DAY 36: 19:11:46
America was nearby from Britain. However, there still was that body of water that over-flowed as a barrier to separate the countries. I escaped by hijacking a canoe I found in a rental place near the Mediterranean Ocean. I entered it, then I rid down to the States. I was certain I would last in the home of the Brave. Atlanta was my new plan of scenery: Few tornadoes, cool weather, and near the ocean for quick escape routes. I think I finally found a home.
The Dawn Of Tommy Unisen
"Someone help me!"
"It's too late Tommy. You brutally killed our children and now..." Bob paused as he rubbed his chin in a methodical and threatening motion. "Now you will be forced to endure the tormenting and painful consequences that lurk next in your life... This is for our children!"
"Nooo!" Tommy screamed as he took his last breath on this currently-miserable planet. Bob and his already-attacked colleague of families gathered as they witnessed Tommy Unisen die an unforgiving death. Tommy was known as the child-killer. After being released for his job as school janitor, he quickly swept later that night for their harmless and innocent kids. Unisen performed a variety of actions that would usually make you uncomfortable. Then, he went on to slice their little child minds from above them. Tommy just really liked young children. The families discovered this incident after noticing that their lovable daughters and sons have been away from home for a numerous amount of days. Tommy was instantly accused when the parents discovered that he left his mark on the now-dead children: 1... 2... Tommy is right beside you.
Unisen recently escaped a mental-recovering hospital in which was another word for mental-jail. He changed his name from Rick Cornerall to Tommy Unisen. Silently, he took the open job as all-day janitor to get close to the beloved 1st graders. Unisen knew he was all-clear for the attack. His first target, Jennifer, was an Italian girl that transferred from Italy to Flint, Michigan which was where the school was located. Tommy was indefinitely in stalking mode. He followed Jennifer to a nearby alley where his parents had dropped her to visit her friend, Rebecca. Stupidly, Jennifer decided to take short-cut through a forgotten and non-productive cornfield. I think you know what happened next. It was only last Tuesday when he was caught. Unisen aborted the school and ran like there was no tomorrow. To his surprise, the angry citizens of Flint, Michigan were right on his trail. They cornered Tommy and violently set his hiding spot on fire. Unisen died almost simultaneously. With 4th degree burns, Tommy died... or did he.There was no body found at the place. No blood, no evidence, and no killer. He had retreated only to come again with swift attacks. Tommy came back stronger and more demented than he was before his death. He also came back with an advantage: Tommy Unisen was invisible with superhuman strength. How could anyone catch him?
"Hey, Kim!" Francine hollered as she abruptly interrupted Kimmy's sleep. Kimmy and Francine were recognized as the blonde amigos for their passionate friendship. They were recent targets of Tommy Unisen until Tommy disappeared. These friends barely knew Tommy, however. But, Unisen had his eye on them before he lost both of his eyes. They were next on Tommy's cruel and helpless list.
"Geez, Francine!" Kimmy responded with a groggy and hung-over tone.
"Ready?"
"Ready for what, Francine?" Francine was an early-bird so this was typical for Kim.
"The wedding? Remember. It's Bob and Kelly's wedding. You know; Mr. Kennedy. Our 1st grade teacher?
"Oh, okay. I remember. Let's go. We don't want to be late!"
As the 2 entered their 2012 blue Malibu turbo-engine automobile, they rode on to Battle Creek, Michigan where the marriage was held. After this event, they planned on hosting their own reunion party with their fellow friends from middle and elementary school. But first, the dreadful ad boring marriage.
"As we gather her today, to bring Bob Kennedy and Kelly Washington together as their own family unit, we would like to start off with some pre-marriage festivities." The preacher said as he himself, started off with a whole new subject topic. Bob and Kelly had to endure all these activities, until, they were finally about to be united.
"Do you, Kelly Elizabeth Washington, take Bob Michael Kennedy, as your lofty wedded husband. To care when sick and to trust within?"
"I do." Kelly answered back with full confidence.
"And do you, Bob Michael Kennedy, take Kelly Elizabeth Washington, as your lofty wedded wife. To care when sick and to trust within?"
"I-" Immediately after Bob pronounced the word "I," he was suddenly and swiftly stabbed in a gory action. You could see the red-sharp blood slither beneath from the infected-wound as the knife twirled and twisted severing his internal organs. Veins were popping like children do when they consume bubble-gum, people yelling like chimpanzees without their bananas, blood was gushing as if it was a gusher, and just straight-up cutting like this was an individual gore-fest. But, the spree didn't end yet. No, not entirely. Next died the preacher, then the usher, then the families. Everyone besides Kimmy and Francine died. Luckily, Kimmy and Francine managed to escape to their Malibu to avoid their death. They may have skipped the homicide, but they knew they were next on the list. After researching quickly about invisible deaths they learned that already before this attack, 301 children and adults were stabbed and shanked to their death.
They were all mysteriously killed by someone named Tommy Unisen. He was evicted of the murders because of that sign he always leaves: 1... 2... Tommy's right beside you. Police were able to link the murders from before when Kimmy and Francine were 1st graders to the recent murders when he was invisible. Kimmy and Francine started to remember. '1... 2... Tommy's right beside you' they both thought. Communications ad calculation linked them to realize who Tommy was targeting. But wait! Suddenly and quietly, the door closed from behind them. Tommy's here.
"Kimmy! He's here!" Francine yelled as she warned Kimmy. Kimmy then used her reflexes to dodge the incoming knife that she predicted to come. The duo then started splitting in Kimmy's mansion. Hoping to stay alive, they hid all over her house. But will that save them from the horrifying menace?
While Kimmy was secretly sneaking behind her closet, Francine was able to chill in a kitchen cabinet. Slowly with suspense, Tommy crept in the kitchen. As he was beginning to leave, he heard a crack between cabinets. 'kraaac-kk' went the kitchen. Viscously, Unisen cracked open every cabinet until he found Francine. With is sharp and cunning blade knife, he stabbed and brutally killed her which led to a scream heard over a thousand miles. Francine was dead instantly.
Kimmy was next. Tommy searched through rooms and still couldn't find her. Maybe she was already dead... or maybe she hid in her ex-boyfriend, Kent, house. As Tommy looked, Kimmy looked towards Kent. Tommy wasn't that dumb, however. He was an ex-C.I.A agent and studied being a detective using clues to chase down convicts such as himself. A foot print was spotted and an instant trail was discovered. The print was recognized with blood; Blood from the wedding. He swiftly entered Kent's house only to find no lights on and no movement of such. Kent and Kimmy were planning to end the destruction by killing Tommy with a bow-and-arrow Kent acquired after completing his services as a Green Beret late last year. Tommy walked by to notice 2 people aiming an arrow at him.
"Shoot him now, Kent!" Kent fired only to miss. Tommy actually reflected the arrow to stab Kent in the forehead. Now, Kimmy had no where to run and no where to find. Kimmy ran as she slipped on the oil-added trap her and Kent made to wound Tommy. Her plan backfired. Then, she knew she just had to accept her death. Finally, Unisen attempted to shank her before he was shot. The police had came.
"Don't move with your hands up. This is the police. You are surrounded. There is no way out!"
"Don't be too comfortable, sweetie. Once I escape, I'm coming for you." Tommy said as he was sent to reform prison.
"Hey, Kim!" Francine hollered as she abruptly interrupted Kimmy's sleep. Kimmy and Francine were recognized as the blonde amigos for their passionate friendship. They were recent targets of Tommy Unisen until Tommy disappeared. These friends barely knew Tommy, however. But, Unisen had his eye on them before he lost both of his eyes. They were next on Tommy's cruel and helpless list.
"Geez, Francine!" Kimmy responded with a groggy and hung-over tone.
"Ready?"
"Ready for what, Francine?" Francine was an early-bird so this was typical for Kim.
"The wedding? Remember. It's Bob and Kelly's wedding. You know; Mr. Kennedy. Our 1st grade teacher?
"Oh, okay. I remember. Let's go. We don't want to be late!"
As the 2 entered their 2012 blue Malibu turbo-engine automobile, they rode on to Battle Creek, Michigan where the marriage was held. After this event, they planned on hosting their own reunion party with their fellow friends from middle and elementary school. But first, the dreadful ad boring marriage.
"As we gather her today, to bring Bob Kennedy and Kelly Washington together as their own family unit, we would like to start off with some pre-marriage festivities." The preacher said as he himself, started off with a whole new subject topic. Bob and Kelly had to endure all these activities, until, they were finally about to be united.
"Do you, Kelly Elizabeth Washington, take Bob Michael Kennedy, as your lofty wedded husband. To care when sick and to trust within?"
"I do." Kelly answered back with full confidence.
"And do you, Bob Michael Kennedy, take Kelly Elizabeth Washington, as your lofty wedded wife. To care when sick and to trust within?"
"I-" Immediately after Bob pronounced the word "I," he was suddenly and swiftly stabbed in a gory action. You could see the red-sharp blood slither beneath from the infected-wound as the knife twirled and twisted severing his internal organs. Veins were popping like children do when they consume bubble-gum, people yelling like chimpanzees without their bananas, blood was gushing as if it was a gusher, and just straight-up cutting like this was an individual gore-fest. But, the spree didn't end yet. No, not entirely. Next died the preacher, then the usher, then the families. Everyone besides Kimmy and Francine died. Luckily, Kimmy and Francine managed to escape to their Malibu to avoid their death. They may have skipped the homicide, but they knew they were next on the list. After researching quickly about invisible deaths they learned that already before this attack, 301 children and adults were stabbed and shanked to their death.
"Kimmy! He's here!" Francine yelled as she warned Kimmy. Kimmy then used her reflexes to dodge the incoming knife that she predicted to come. The duo then started splitting in Kimmy's mansion. Hoping to stay alive, they hid all over her house. But will that save them from the horrifying menace?
Kimmy was next. Tommy searched through rooms and still couldn't find her. Maybe she was already dead... or maybe she hid in her ex-boyfriend, Kent, house. As Tommy looked, Kimmy looked towards Kent. Tommy wasn't that dumb, however. He was an ex-C.I.A agent and studied being a detective using clues to chase down convicts such as himself. A foot print was spotted and an instant trail was discovered. The print was recognized with blood; Blood from the wedding. He swiftly entered Kent's house only to find no lights on and no movement of such. Kent and Kimmy were planning to end the destruction by killing Tommy with a bow-and-arrow Kent acquired after completing his services as a Green Beret late last year. Tommy walked by to notice 2 people aiming an arrow at him.
"Shoot him now, Kent!" Kent fired only to miss. Tommy actually reflected the arrow to stab Kent in the forehead. Now, Kimmy had no where to run and no where to find. Kimmy ran as she slipped on the oil-added trap her and Kent made to wound Tommy. Her plan backfired. Then, she knew she just had to accept her death. Finally, Unisen attempted to shank her before he was shot. The police had came.
"Don't move with your hands up. This is the police. You are surrounded. There is no way out!"
"Don't be too comfortable, sweetie. Once I escape, I'm coming for you." Tommy said as he was sent to reform prison.
THE NEXT DAY
Kimmy awoke crying from witnessing her 2 best-friends die by her enemy. She went to the bathroom to clean up and wash her face. When she looked up, she was accompanied.
"Slash and stab. Bye-bye little Kimmy! And for your information: It's Tommy Elijah Unisen that killed you!"
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Blog Entry- Number 1
1. The future of twelve-year-olds should not consist of choosing and selecting various jobs. Normally, twelve-year-olds are still stuck in school which will affect the 12-year-old and the company the 12-year-old works for; Profits will falter for the company and education will be deserted. 12-year-olds shouldn't be cooped up in working, they deserve their education and learning. Education and learning will get them farther in life instead of getting paid $5.00 an hour for some job they probably won't have fun doing. I also don't think it is a good idea because some 12-year-olds can have the brightest potential in sports and even be scouted by teams but they can't join the league because they have work. Usually, twelves still have a young metabolism so they easily have a disadvantage to others. Finally, I think twelve-year-olds shouldn't choose their jobs right now because it will stress them out. These pre-teens will suffer from school work and different teachers all day then realize they need to be ready for work. 12-year-olds are already stressed from tests and quizzes so what make you think they want to work at a crummy job? The best part of being 12 is knowing that you still can have fun and hang out with friends. The worst part would be having to wake up early in the morning for some lousy job. Being 12 doesn't mean having to work completely isolated from fun, it means staying healthy and get a better education.
2. 12-year-olds in this society are tracked down and influenced by their child-like minds which leads them to believe different things positive and negative. These influences can also affect their future. Those who do drugs and experience different and irresponsible activities will be just another failure in life. Those poor homeless people you see on the curve of the street, they had potential but wasted it on alcohol and drugs which will sink their own ship in life. 12-year-olds can also be influenced by people. Drug-users influence those who pity them and those that 'just want to have fun.' However, sport players and celebrities can also affect others social life and popularity. To me, my hero is Derrick Rose. Derrick came from a rough childhood and is now the MVP in basketball. Derrick showed me that if u believe, you can accomplish anything. Everyone has to be influenced; Everyone has their own hero. As seen from 'The Giver,' the Chief Elder is influenced by Jonas. This is clearly recognized by this quote from the book: "Finally, the Receiver must have one more quality, a quality that I can not describe. The quality to look ahead of others." This quote means that Jonas has a quality great enough that the Chief Elder cannot describe. This proves that he is influenced by Jonas. Therefore, words and quotes from others can also influence young 12-year-olds. In conclusion, negative and positive influences can change a 12-year-olds future.
3. What will be my future? My future will either consist of being a drummer, guitarist, basketball player, detective, or DJ. If I were to choose one, I would be a detective or basketball player. It sounds easy to pick one, but actually it isn't. I started thriving for basketball time ever since I became more in-depth with it late last year. My inspiration of this occupation; Derrick Rose. Derrick showed me that perseverance can and will lead me to success. Just the feeling of basketball gets me pumped up and ready to play. I was even able to reach the finals for my basketball team in my league this year because of my perseverance. Rose is the youngest MVP in basketball history in only his third year at age 22. I feel that basketball is just what I want to do when I grow up. However, my other interest like criminal minds and forensics, leads me to believe that I should be a detective. My inspiration of this second occupation; My overall intelligence in forensics and discovering clues + murder trails. I am proudly able to say that clues for me will just lead me to other clues which leads to success. Not that I want to be famous, but I want to be one of those well-known detectives that have their own t.v show. I've acquired this interest 2 years ago after watching one C.S.I episode. I immediately thought that forensics would be a very good job and a job that will help me release my intelligence to a worldwide broadcast audience. If not these jobs, I seek to be a bass player or drummer for hard-rock songs with com-pulsing and brain-banging beats. I seek this job next because these jobs will help me express my feelings and internal beats that I've kept inside for many years. If any of these jobs don't work out, I plan to be a DJ. I chose a DJ because of the overall appearance and happiness that will come out of it. I just want to have fun with being a DJ and this is more of an occupation for me to let loose and scratch the records for enjoyment. These are the occupations and jobs I wish to achieve in my future.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
My Very Perfect World
Go ahead and listen to those singing birds as the vocalize a wonderful tune of pleasantness and calmness. Feels good right? Unfortunately, everyday is not like. Crimes, injustice, gloomy days; They are all apart of out natural society and it's just how some people are in this world. But what if there was 1 day of a perfect and moderate day. The difference would be major but the overall hospitality is most important. This is the brief and content story of just 1 day of a perfect society, government, and WORLD.
As I awoke from a deep and soothing sleep, I found many alterations: There were no crimes located and broadcasted on the news, I heard young children screaming in high upbeat voices with each other in a pleasant and happily manner, and I just felt that today was perfect. I still heard the tweeting of flashy birds and the screaming of unruly neighbors but it just sounded right. The neighbors screamed in a very elated tone. In a short deep breath, I sprung out of bed and entered in the mode of cleanliness by showering and getting ready for the day. When finished, I stormed out with a thrilled smile and went on with my now-peppy life.
My first encroachment outside was just mind-shattering: Everyone was having fun and everyone was enjoying life. I experienced happiness. Friendly neighbors were accompanied by friendly children. Everything was just right. After that, I just carried on with my life as if it were like normal. However, while committing these actions I was treated right. When I got back home, I knew today was the best day ever.
As I awoke from a deep and soothing sleep, I found many alterations: There were no crimes located and broadcasted on the news, I heard young children screaming in high upbeat voices with each other in a pleasant and happily manner, and I just felt that today was perfect. I still heard the tweeting of flashy birds and the screaming of unruly neighbors but it just sounded right. The neighbors screamed in a very elated tone. In a short deep breath, I sprung out of bed and entered in the mode of cleanliness by showering and getting ready for the day. When finished, I stormed out with a thrilled smile and went on with my now-peppy life.
My first encroachment outside was just mind-shattering: Everyone was having fun and everyone was enjoying life. I experienced happiness. Friendly neighbors were accompanied by friendly children. Everything was just right. After that, I just carried on with my life as if it were like normal. However, while committing these actions I was treated right. When I got back home, I knew today was the best day ever.
SUMMARY:
Differences from real world- no crimes, young children screaming with upbeat voices, and a 'perfect' feeling. (Paragraph 2)
Similarities with real world- tweeting of flashy birds, screaming of unruly neighbors, and carried on with life as if it were normal. (Paragraphs 2 + 3)
Ordinary day- paragraphs 2-3
The 'Jimmy' Incident
After getting straight A's on all of his assignments, Jimmy knew that he was the most sophisticated man in the entire universe of his generation. Jimmy was an elite math wizard and a strong commanding scientist as well as a highly-proficient football and basketball player. However, there was 1 weakness that Jimmy faced that would probably haunt him forever in his life: Jimmy was actually a mysterious dragon that served as a homicidal killer at night that hunted innocent people that consumed chocolate strawberries. This was English-town, New Jersey where strawberries were easily accessible. As the A's kept piling on Jimmy's desk, the body count of deaths arose with smears of strawberries flowing through their blood streams portraying blood.
It was a gorgeous and radiant morning in English-town today. Birds chirping and children playing, it was a mighty fine day. A perfect day for Jimmy. Today was May 13, the day known for an annual strawberry eating contest. It was an all-day process so Jimmy couldn't resist attending this phenomenon for he knew, the contestants will be very fat and chubby with chocolate strawberries that tickle Jimmy's tongue with flavor and satisfaction. There were 23 contenders that seek the $12 grand prize for unlimited strawberries for an entire day. Jimmy was set to go until he was stopped short by his English teacher, Mr. ObviouslyStupid. He needed Jimmy's assistance for a project he was about to give to the class. "Mr. Jimmy Generic, " Mr. ObviouslyStupid pronounced. "You are needed to help me set up a project for my class. Can u help?"
"Sure," I replied stepping into his old-smelling English room.
Jimmy was sure enough he was going to miss the chowing frenzy so he decided to do something very rational. He went on and clobbered Mr. ObviouslyStupid with his bare knuckles. Then, he chewed down his teacher whole with enjoyment in his dragon-stage. After completing his business, he strolled out and proceeded to the competition.
Jimmy lasted through the whole entire eating invasion, by watching closely to Fred Bobby. Fred was the champion heading into this free-for-all. When the craze came to an end, Jimmy noticed Fred won. That was his next victim.
When Jimmy approached Fred backstage, he immediately knocked Fred out by slamming him against the water fountain that is now dripping of red blood. However, when Jimmy dragged Fred across the shiny and now-slippery floor, Fred had consciousness. Fred quickly swiped Jimmy's legs to cause him to trip in an awkwardly fashion. Mr. Bobby took advantage of Jimmy's deficit by damaging Jimmy with his fists. Jimmy was almost-simultaneously dead on impact.
Jimmy Generic is now dead and resigns in his coffin in Flint, Michigan.
When Jimmy approached Fred backstage, he immediately knocked Fred out by slamming him against the water fountain that is now dripping of red blood. However, when Jimmy dragged Fred across the shiny and now-slippery floor, Fred had consciousness. Fred quickly swiped Jimmy's legs to cause him to trip in an awkwardly fashion. Mr. Bobby took advantage of Jimmy's deficit by damaging Jimmy with his fists. Jimmy was almost-simultaneously dead on impact.
Jimmy Generic is now dead and resigns in his coffin in Flint, Michigan.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Special Blog Post: The Girl Without Her Syrup
Jacob Rose was just about to start creating her magical pancake and syrup mix until she noticed that she is forgetting a special ingredient: The syrup. Panicking, Jacob decided to reminisce about where it might have been. This is the story inside Jacob's worried and frightened mind at the time she noticed she has no syrup.
As Jacob Rose the little girl entered her house with a smiling face, she knew she was ready. Jacob was planning on going to the annual pancake festival in her school to batter and create wonderful pancakes with a satisfying syrup which will cater the consumer's need of sweets. Rose was sure she had everything; The flour, the bread, the sauce, the cake, the eggs, the sugar (she snagged from her crazy and extremely old neighbor,) and the syrup. Tomorrow was the actual cooking show and she confidently knew she was ready. However, there was this one student that rose above all other contestants: Daniel McDonald. Daniel withstood several beatings from his grandpa and mom to be the master pancake maker he never dreamed of being. There were other children cooking for the top spot as well, but Daniel and Jacob were most-likely going to take the championship.
Friday morning arrived and Jacob woke up to an upbeat heart which meant she went into battering-mode. She took a shower, dreamed about pancakes while she was putting on her clothes (a story in which pancakes that took over a mysterious planet,) ate breakfast (pancakes,) and made sure she had all of her ingredients. Rose stormed out the house and took a bus ride to her school. She sat next to a very ill and hungry hobo in the back of the bus. When she reached her destination (Pancake Elementary School,) she suddenly dropped her needs to make the syrup. In a loud and aggravated voice, the bus driver told the hobo and Jacob to "scram". In a rush, Jacob exited the bus in a hurry. The hobo needed to go to Parkerson Ave. which was two stops away. Dumbfounded, the homeless man smelled syrup. In fact, it was Rose's syrup. As happy as an early bird, he chugged the whole bottle down but then he died because he had too much sugar.
Later at the school, Jacob finally came to a realization that she forgot her syrup in the seat next to the now-dead hobo. Scared as a child on Halloween, she started to cry. A leading and winning Daniel took the championship but then he did something strange: He assisted Jacob in making her pancake and syrup combination. Although she lost the battle, she became friends with a young Daniel McDonald. As they grew older, they married each other. Then, they started a family business in which they made pancakes and they lived happily ever after. The End.
As Jacob Rose the little girl entered her house with a smiling face, she knew she was ready. Jacob was planning on going to the annual pancake festival in her school to batter and create wonderful pancakes with a satisfying syrup which will cater the consumer's need of sweets. Rose was sure she had everything; The flour, the bread, the sauce, the cake, the eggs, the sugar (she snagged from her crazy and extremely old neighbor,) and the syrup. Tomorrow was the actual cooking show and she confidently knew she was ready. However, there was this one student that rose above all other contestants: Daniel McDonald. Daniel withstood several beatings from his grandpa and mom to be the master pancake maker he never dreamed of being. There were other children cooking for the top spot as well, but Daniel and Jacob were most-likely going to take the championship.
Friday morning arrived and Jacob woke up to an upbeat heart which meant she went into battering-mode. She took a shower, dreamed about pancakes while she was putting on her clothes (a story in which pancakes that took over a mysterious planet,) ate breakfast (pancakes,) and made sure she had all of her ingredients. Rose stormed out the house and took a bus ride to her school. She sat next to a very ill and hungry hobo in the back of the bus. When she reached her destination (Pancake Elementary School,) she suddenly dropped her needs to make the syrup. In a loud and aggravated voice, the bus driver told the hobo and Jacob to "scram". In a rush, Jacob exited the bus in a hurry. The hobo needed to go to Parkerson Ave. which was two stops away. Dumbfounded, the homeless man smelled syrup. In fact, it was Rose's syrup. As happy as an early bird, he chugged the whole bottle down but then he died because he had too much sugar.
Later at the school, Jacob finally came to a realization that she forgot her syrup in the seat next to the now-dead hobo. Scared as a child on Halloween, she started to cry. A leading and winning Daniel took the championship but then he did something strange: He assisted Jacob in making her pancake and syrup combination. Although she lost the battle, she became friends with a young Daniel McDonald. As they grew older, they married each other. Then, they started a family business in which they made pancakes and they lived happily ever after. The End.
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| This is the syrup that Jacob lost and the syrup that killed a hobo |
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