Wake up to the wet air The smell of wet dessert is on my bed Feel the chill morning cold and bare
Rain drops falling in my hair All my worries shed Wake up to the wet air
My mind is clean and fair My body feels like lead Feel the chill morning cold and bare
For these rainy mornings I do care My need to sleep has fled Wake up to the wet air
These mornings too rare Knowing itâ€™s already gone I dread Wake up to the wet air Feel the chill morning cold and bare
Sometimes my dog tries to lick on my hand I don’t let her, her breath is very bad. Now she’ll wander off, to lie in the sand She sits there, looking very very sad. She licks her butt and munches on dead things I don’t want any of this crap on me She knows I hate it but keeps on licking She keeps going. She refuses to see That her breath is gross, disgusting even The urge burns inside her, she can’t fight it They like when I lick she keeps believin’ Her breath is much much worse than an armpit And still she likes to lick us up the arm. But I will always jump up in alarm
The fear penetrates deeper than my bones Chills are rising up my spine, my hair stands I am ready I take out my headphones I’m so nervous the shakes are in my hands The ramp goes up the dirt so far away Can I do this? will I come out alive? Is it worth it to risk so much for play? I can’t screw up, I cannot take a dive I look down, close my eyes, and take a breath I pedal so hard speeding down the drop I really shouldn’t think not about death It’s way too late now far too late to stop I’m in the air this is the best moment On the ground again this is the payment
The tree is dancing in the wind today The rain is falling far in the distance The weather is crappy one could say The brush keeps going doing itâ€™s dance Now the rain is falling onto the dirt And the water is flowing through the drains The rain comes down falling onto my shirt Water is flowing like blood in my veins Rocks in the stream tumble and crunch loudly Sticks and debrie float and gather ashore
The longest hour
Sitting in Spanish class, it’s 11:10 How do you say apple, it’s cold, or shoes? We are all stuck here like pigs in a pen One kid likes to talk about drinking booze It’s been such an eternity, such boredom I look up, it’s 11:11 Holly crap Spanish class makes me feel dumb I can smell lunch cooking, it’s like heaven Spanish class is so very very dull The ascending aromas fill the class No me gusta clase de espanol Everyone stands, the class ends at last Going on to pre-calculus with D And after that it’s lunch, I’m filled with glee
Rise I am swimming around in the river The water is cool the sun on my chest The waterâ€™s so cool it makes me shiver On my back in the flow, this is the best I hear a siren it fills me with dread The damn burst, the water is coming down It floods it all, so far above my head I cannot breath I am about to drown The light and the happiness disappears I hate it my soul is slipping away The siren ever blaring in my ears But I must rise and wake up for the day I get up out of under my covers My alarm clock still beeps, so does my brothers.
Liam Creative writing 4th
my soul is heavy I just want to float away
Feels like an oven
And lose consciousness
There’s a fire inside me My hair is sweaty
All is perfect now All my things are lining up
Slipping down the hill
Like water sliding
Racing across the white snow Like the creek water
I’m spilling over My body is free floating
I just want revenge
And I can’t get out
Hurt her more than she hurt me That satisfies her
All is nothing now You cannot measure that which
I want to hold you
Is all around us
Smell aromas of your hair And like steam it’s lost
That is a circle But why not a square as well?
It kind of itches
Because I see it
But I’m glad to be here now Like freshly chopped wood
Well who says your eyes But what if your eyes are false?
My heart is content The sun bathes down onto me I want to be here
That would change it all
I still remember my first interaction with the others. I had taken my girlfriend up to lagoon for a day of roller coasters, water slides, and tossing rings on bowling pins. The two of us were screaming when we were on the wicked. It was starting to get dark, and we were tired, So we left. The crunching of the gravel beneath or feet reminded me of a scene in a movie I had watched the night before. It was that scene from The Hitch Hikers Guide To the Galaxy when they were walking on the alien planet. I began to visualize the scene. The unknown thing coming out of the cobblestone ground and slapping Arthur in the face“Snap out of it!” “What’s going on?” I said. “Have you been completely zoned out?” asked Abby. “Sorry I was just thinking abou-“ “Never mind what you were thinking about! That man has been following us ever since the mixed tea stand!” I turned my head and looked back. This man, he was staring at us fixatedly and was tailing us with a quick but awkward stride. Now I was a little nervous, I began to imagine the worst, what would I do if this man pulled a gun on us, I wouldn’t be able to defend us. Or if he had a blade, we’d just have to give him our money, valuables, and car keys, and just hope that the man wouldn’t want more, wouldn’t want blood. Then I remembered, the tire iron in the trunk of my car. I had only ever used it once when I was stuck on the side of the road. Now we were a stone’s through away from the car, the man was probably 50 yards behind us. I got the key out of my pocket to unlock the trunk. My were shaking. Hurriedly, I tried to unlock the trunk. I dropped the keys. I snatched them off of the ground and jammed them into the lock. The man was ten yards away now, he was coming in faster now. The look in his eye was the look you’d see from a rabid dog, full of hate and possibly fear. I opened the trunk, I whipped out the tire iron and struck the man right across the chest. Abby screamed. No one was around, no one to help, no one to call the police. Then the man got up, it was as if he hadn’t felt the tire iron.
1 I was just walking into the coffee shop we used to visit together so often when I saw her. My gut felt as if it suddenly twisted up and then disappeared, and was suddenly replaced by butterflies. I’m pretty sure she saw the look on my face. She waved at me with the cute smile on her face I remember so well, sometimes too well. Outside the window caught my attention. Men with barrack Obama masks were stepping out of an old Plymouth. One of them cocked the pistol in his hand. They came in to the coffee shop. One stayed at the door while another ran to the cash register and two others went to the sides of the room. “Hands on the floor, this is a robbery!” the man at the door announced. I darted over to her and calmed her. She was sobbing gently. I held her in my arms. I looked around and saw everybody else on the ground. Right next to us was one of the robbers he nudged me with his gun. “Give me your valuables.” I pulled the wallet out of my back pocket and tossed it to him. Next was my watch. I threw it in the bag. You too Mrs. He nudged the girl in my arms. She took out her wallet and put it in the bag. “The ring on your necklace, in the bag!” he pulled back the hammer on the revolver. What happened next was too quick for even me to react. But suddenly I had the man in an arm bar behind his back, and with his gun in his hand I shot him through the spine, and the heart. He dropped limp to the ground. Then I shot the man at the door and the man on the other side of the room. The man with the money bag dropped the bag and fumbled for the gun in his coat pocket. Before he could bring the gun up I shot him in the knee. He dropped to the ground in agony. Soon the cops arrived. They told me that I would need to appear before a judge the next morning, but I wouldn’t be arrested because of all the witnesses. I turned to her again. She looked at me with the most beautiful and loving face I’ve ever seen her make. I reached out and hugged her. “How about we go get some coffee.” She said.
Liam kelley From the heart 2
It was sunny and I was going to the mountains to hike and experience nature. My dad was driving the Nissan truck. The transmission was loud and made for a ride with little talk, until my dad did something he didn’t usually do. “So tell me I want to know what you’ve been feeling in life lately,” he professed, “have you been talking to any girls lately?” Dumbfounded but not about to show it I replied, “Well, I’ve been thinking with a lot of clarity lately, and I’ve come to some realizations concerning my personality and sort of my sole. And through that I’ve found some likenesses between our personalities.” “Like what Liam. You want to explain what you mean by that?” “Well just that I feel like I’m able to really see life through your eyes sometimes, it’s as if your eyes are partially my eyes.” “And what are you seeing through my eyes”? He asked. “I’m feel that I’m able to see the ways that I’m wrong in action. And I feel that I’m able to see the mistakes I’m making and why I’m making them, because we share many of the same bad habits and mistakes.” I responded, “I really think I have some good advice for you if you want to talk about it sometime” We were beginning to get into the aspens. This is where the mountain forests really began. “Yeah, I’d be open to some counseling from my son. I think that’s great that you’ve seen this in yourself. It’s a real sign that your becoming a man.” “How about when we get back”? I asked. “sure thing.”
Liam Kelley From the heart 3
Gary Wyatt Noel “Wow I can’t believe you fell in the creek back there”! Wyatt exclaimed. “Yeah I know,” said Noel, “These white shoes were brand new too. Do you want to try and find money and ipods in those cars in that parking lot?” “I don’t know, what if we got caught, or what if someone beat us up? It just doesn’t sound like a good idea.” “We just have to be sneaky about it. Come on!” Noel reassured Wyatt. Noel began walking slowly around cars in the parking lot. Wyatt was cautious, but followed Noel anyway. Noel went into several cars and found two ipod touches, a droid galaxy, 147 dollars, and a bag of pot. Wyatt was shocked, “You’re stealing form innocent people. People you don’t know. People like our mothers and uncles. That ipod could’ve been a little boy’s who just got it for his birthday from his grandma. His parents might not be able to get him a new one until his next birthday comes around. What if someone stole things from you?” “You’re starting to make me feel bad about it stop it!” “I’m just giving you the truth Noel.” “Fine, I’ll only get one more. That truck over there.” Noel approached it vigilantly. He looked over his shoulders checking his surroundings to be sure that no one was watching. He opened the passenger side door. Right then Gary stood up from picking up a pen that he’d dropped and opened the driver side door. Noel froze for a second. There was a 44 colt revolver in the middle. Gary grabbed it and pointed it at Noel. “Freeze fucker,” said Gary, “unless you want a piece of you head gone the size of a fist.”
Two summers ago my parents threw a party. They invited some friends of theirs who I wasn’t familiar with. They had a daughter that I had met when I was younger and really didn’t think much of. I had remembered her to be kind of pretty, but nothing special. This was two years before. When she got out of the car I instantly noticed how much she had changed. Her body, voice, face, and personality had all matured a lot. I couldn’t really talk to her, I just didn’t know how to approach her or begin a conversation. Later that night I was sitting around with my sister, her, and her brother. Then my sister and her brother went back to get water. I saw my chance. I began talking to her about what she liked to do, things that bothered her about other people, and the people in her life. Soon we were looking at each other in the eye. Then I just asked her, “do you want to make out?” She we leaned into each other and kissed for a while. Ever since then we’ve hung out from time to time, sometimes kissing when we spend time with each other, other times just talking or doing other activities. She’s probably the my favorite girl.
The smell of polyester fuzz, rubber, and dye fill my nose. Also the smell of dirt and old saliva are mixed in. It’s time to play ball. There’s really nothing I enjoy more in life (not including eating) than catching a ball that’s been thrown by my pet humans. Sometimes one of the smaller people tries to hide the ball in their pocket. Little do they know, I can smell the ball in their pocket. Liam throws the ball. I’m ready, I begin running while trying to trace the ball, but wait. I can smell it behind me, and the ball isn’t in the air. I whip around. Liam is running away with an awkward lump in his pants pocket. Now I’m pulling his pants off with my teeth. Suddenly time stands still. Everything stops except for the ball, I can see it. It’s barely out of the pocket. I snap at it, pulling it out of the pocket I toss it up and grab it again. Now the kids want the ball. But they’re not going to get it. I tear through the park. Wood chips fly out of under my paws sometimes flying in to the faces of my assailants. And then I’m gone. But now it’s not very fun to just hold a ball in my mouth so I vigilantly approach the children who pretend as if they no longer have any interest in it. Now I’m right under their nose. I drop it at their feet with slow deliberation. Then an arm comes flying out of nowhere. I back up knowing I can’t jump high enough to get a ball out of Ethan’s hand. My only hope is to back up far enough for him to want to throw it. I don’t know why it works but it does. Now the ball’s sailing through the air.
“So today we’re going to read through section three section four and section five. At the end of the reading everyone will take a turn summarizing paragraphs. And then we’re going to watch a film about the fall of Rome.” Adams returned to his seat and began typing on his computer. “Have you seen Liam today?” “Nope. Probly sick today.” “That’s got to be the third time this month dude.” “Yeah he’s probly sick like every 2 weeks on average.” “I guess he’s not going duck hunting today then.” “Does Liam know anything about hunting ducks? “Yeah he has 25 decoys, a call, and a gun. He knows exactly as much as I taught him the last 2 times we went duck killing.” “So what time are you going duck killin?” “I want to be trudging in the muck by 4:30, so let’s get together at 3:00.” “I’ll call Liam after school and make sure he can’t go killin with us.”
I got the kind of feeling a man gets when he gets a hundred percent on a math test, or when he fixes his car and it runs better than it ever had. I thought about how people seem to all be gathering their sole from a universal consciousness, but rather than that, thought, god, the universal consciousness, lives through all matter, living and nonliving. So really, everything around us has a piece of our sole in it. Or everyone has the same soul; we just draw on certain aspects of it based on environment, and aspects of individual minds. Everyone is one. People who try to divide other groups of people are in essence only dividing themselves. With the proper self-discipline an individual can create consciousness, and access or even influence the consciousness of others. Basically, we’re all standing at the back doors of everyone’s mind. It’s just a matter of recognition of the door. Someone could get into the pool of consciousness, and have control over the beliefs and actions of everything. This means the ability to create and manipulate matter, consciousness, thought are all within anyone’s reach. When I first came to this realization it gave me hope. Right now there doesn’t seem to be anything very concerned about progress in charge of this pool. And if I were to get in, then the entire universe could progress to attain anything imaginable. Basically I’m looking at the stars, and I feel pretty big.
I was looking at how a president, the most powerful man in the world takes office. Basically he needs to be backed by the super-rich, yup I’m talking about the 1%. Now if the 1% doesn’t feel that a candidate will act in their best interests (doing whatever it takes to get them more money and power) then it’s very likely that that candidate won’t be elected, because he won’t have the money to put out the advertising and campaigning money. My political view is that the system of the top 1% of the nation having 99% percent of the wealth, 99% of the power, and controlling 99% of the people needs to be ended. We need to have a new election system. We can’t keep going like this. These people in charge have already shown us that they can’t be trusted, so the people need to pull their heads out of their asses and think about the future of this country.
9 Chance was the first person I ever met and began to spend time with in Monticello. He seemed to be “one of the cool kids”. He wasn’t mormon, he skated, and he always made funny jokes. It was the summer time when I began hanging out with him. School hadn’t started and I wanted to have friends before it did. We used to go to the movie store where we could pay to play video games in a room in the back. We were either doing that, skating, or hanging out at shell. Soon he began testing my limitations. Pretending that he was going to fight me, or trash talking in front of me to gauge my reaction. I always kept calm. He viewed this as weakness. I viewed it as calmness, and not choosing to escalate. I realize now that I should’ve gotten up right at that moment and punched him in the face. Then he wouldn’t have taken it any farther just out of fear. But I didn’t. When school started he demonstrated his ability to say whatever he liked about me in front of my face, and behind my back. Like wolves the other kids caught on. Now it was out of my hands, and a pack dynamic had begun. Now chance joined the other side. He was no longer my friend, rather, my enemy. This led to many fights and conflicts on 6th grade. That year I received 19 office referrals, and many suspensions.
10 Well I can’t write a conversation about it without making a really lame story, so I’ll just write it. When I was 5 I lived in Eugene Oregon. My mother got me into a waldorf school. I liked making food, playing with toys, sculpting clay, and playing with trains. But I found it hard to cooperate with my teachers most days. One time some friends and I decided it would be fun to run out of the class room and into the girl’s bathrooms. We all ran into the stalls and stood atop the toilet paper dispensers as to have a clear view of teachers coming in to apprehend us. One by one, the toilet paper dispensers hit the ground and we fell to the stall floors. By that time a teacher had caught up with us and grabbed hold of a kid trying to escape. Using him as a diversion Devin and I ran out of the bathroom, down the hall and up the stairs to create further mayhem. We ran into one of the 3rd grade classes. Where we got on desks and kicked the papers off. Someone said they were going to call someone to come get us so I pulled the phone cord out of the wall. At that point we were picked up and carried to the office where we spent the rest of the day. From that day forward, I was no longer an innocent little boy.
11 “So today we’re going to read through section three section four and section five. At the end of the reading everyone will take a turn summarizing paragraphs. And then we’re going to watch a film about the fall of Rome.” Adams returned to his seat and began typing on his computer. “Have you seen Liam today?” “Nope.Probly sick today.” “That’s got to be the third time this month dude.” “Yeah he’s probly sick like every 2 weeks on average.” “I guess he’s not going duck hunting today then.” “Does Liam know anything about hunting ducks? “Yeah he has 25 decoys, a call, and a gun. He knows exactly as much as I taught him the last 2 times we went duck killing.” “So what time are you going duck killin?” “I want to be trudging in the muck by 4:30, so let’s get together at 3:00.” “I’ll call Liam after school and make sure he can’t go killin with us.”
12 I had warned him several times. He couldn’t keep trying to humiliate me in front of others. The things he did weren’t even big things, just trying to point out the stupidity in my ways when he thought I wouldn’t notice, or when he thought he’d be able to take advantage of a weakness I once had. Today he did it again. We were on a sports trip. Only him, a friend of mine, and I had gone to the arbys. I asked the women behind the counter if she could just give me a gob of whipped cream on a napkin. He gave a little chuckle with a quizzical expression. I asked the lady behind the counter if she could put my order on a table while I was outside. I told him that I needed to have a word with him outside. He agreed. That’s when I let go. We were against the brick wall on the back of the building. In one hand I held his collar; in the other I began shoving his head into the brick wall, and then punching his face. He began to struggle and moan. With two hands I held his neck, just bashing his face against the brick wall. The blood was dripping down his face, and spattering over my shirt. Now I was kneeing his rib cage. He hit and clawed. He couldn’t breath with the strangulation. My arms were bloody where he had clawed, and my legs hurt from the kicks. I let go, he dropped to the ground and began breathing violently. His face was still purple. I
13 Dear Mrs. Meldrum, When ranking teachers according to their skill and offered knowledge, you’re right there at the top, but I think that we may have gotten onto the wrong foot at some point along the road. I engaged in conflict with you when you were clearly having a bad day, and I should’ve just left you alone. I think I’m not the only one to blame here though. I think that you shouldn’t try to embarrass those who you are teaching when they ask a clarifying question. It’s apparent that you think the question is an obvious one by the look on your face, your tone, and the kind of condescending communication you use, but I wouldn’t have asked had it had I thought it was absolutely clear. Nonverbally, you’re calling me an idiot straight to my face, while verbally; you’re spelling the answer out in meticulous detail. All I’m asking for is a yes or a no answer. This is the reason for many students being intimidated, or afraid to ask questions in the “safe learning environment” of your classroom. doing this, and maybe eventually being a little more warm hearted toward me would solve all of my problems with you. I hold no grudges. I like you. And I would like it if we could again have the relationship we once had. I’d also like some feedback at your convenience. What can I do to help mend this, and what are some things you notice me doing that have a negative impact on our relationship that you don’t think I’m aware of? I believe that this could just be a bit of an obstacle on an otherwise great classroom relationship. Also, I’d really hope that you don’t mistake this as something I‘ve written out of spite or revenge or something like that. I truly want to enjoy the time I spend talking to you and attending your class.
14 I was at my stepmotherâ€™s sisterâ€™s wedding. It was pretty enjoyable. That night I was at the bachelor party. We went to a sauna and had a barbeque. After that I was the designated driver for the groom and his soon to be wife. I drove him to the beach cottage they were staying at. On the beach the bachelor party joined the bachelorette party for a night of drinking, lap tag, swimming in lake Michigan, and eating by the camp fire. That night I felt the strong bonds of friendship that these people all shared. I was enlightened as to why these people live; to share joyful experiences with each other. It opened my eyes to a whole new way of living.
15 I haven’t yet had any very important phone calls in my life. One time, I was staying the night at my friend Sam’s house. We woke up around eleven and and decided that we were going to go swimming in the river. Sam’s mom picked us up. And we went to a spot that no one really knows about. It’s probably my favorite spot. On the way back, we were pulling onto the highway, and my phone started ringing. I thought it was my dad. I picked it up. “Hello is this Liam Kelley?” asked a woman. “Yes who is this?” I then asked in response. “This is the manager at Wendies, I’m offering you a job. Do you want it?” “Yeah, I’ll take the job.” “Alright come in tomorrow at four.” “Okay.” I told Sam the good news. The next day I went in at four o clock. It was a pretty crappy job.
16 I could smell the familiar smell of club red, the place where Andreas and I always went to get snacks and play video games. The sound of my bike tires rolling over the rubber mat, like driving on a new road. “Sign in!” said Jen; the director there. I turned around and signed my name on the sheet of paper. I turned back to see who was playing video games. My mind skipped, physically, you’d be able to see me check out for a second. Andreas was sitting on the couch. I sat down and asked if I could join in. He restarted the game and I plugged in. We set it up so that we battled each other. We got to talking about things like whether and food, just small talk. He was kind of cold and distant. I would’ve been to if I’d been humiliated in front of a group the way I humiliated him the day before. He was my best friend, and I had chosen to try to get revenge over something petty really. We kept on playing video games until the two of us were bored. Without either of us saying a word, I stood up and got some carrots and ranch while he went into the computer room and began watching youtube videos.
17 Wow! That was the first word or even feeling that my mind was capable of processing. I was usually a little off of normal thinking for the first few minutes after coming out of deep meditation, but this was different. In the past these meditations have resulting in enlightenment of powers that I poses, sometimes even mild telepathy, but never like this. I felt like I was able to change myself, physically and mentally. I experimented. I chose to first transform into a child, while still keeping the mind of an adult. I walked outside to get a coffee. Along the way, I discover that I had the ability not only to change my own form; but I was also able to change the form of the things around me. I changed my clothes to be the right size for a seven year old. I went to the café down the street. I walked in and ordered a 16 Oz Americano. The cashier lady looked a little unsure what to do. “Where’s your mommy?” she asked. I felt kind of dumb now. Of course she would want to know where my mother was, I looked like I should be at home watching teletubbys. “she’s at home,” I replied, “She told me I could walk down the street and get a coffee.”
18 About a month ago, I was getting back from a cross country trip. I called my dad to come get me at the high school. He sounded a little distant on the phone, but nothing out of the ordinary when I got in the car, I could smell the cigarettes and beer on him. Right then, I knew that engaging in whatever bullshit he was going to bring up would be a bad idea. We weren’t even outside of the high school parking lot and he said, “you’re going to your mom’s house this weekend.” “I have to be here this weekend. Cross country is doing a fundraiser race, and I need to be there to work the aid stations and run. Plus there’s a marching band competition next week and I need to be at the three hour practice so I don’t make a fool of myself at competition.” “No, you’re going to your mom’s house. And if you want to do any of this, you’ll work it out with your mom. It’s not my responsibility” “Ok then, I’ll work it out with my mom that I’ll stay with Zack this weekend. “No you won’t, you’ll stay at your mom’s house this weekend.”
19 I find myself concentrating on my breathing, the only noticeable thing I do that I can’t help doing; the coolness of the air rushing past my throat and my nose; my stomach going in and out with my breath as my diaphragm contracts; the feeling of breathing in fresh air and letting out the old stale air. have a new breath in my lungs, and it feels even better than the last one. This seat is pretty uncomfortable. I don’t like sitting in it. The seats at the city library are a lot better. They feel like the wrap around your back. This seat feels like it’s stabbing at your back right under your shoulder blades. And the back of the chair feels awful against my spine. This chair is just awful. Who would design this kid of a chair, the kind of a chair that people hate. The kind of chair that gives a person back pain. Why do chair makers take the time to make a chair, but don’t even think twice about whether or not people are going to want to sit in it? My feet feel trapped in these shoes. My socks are skin tight and feel funny against the arch of my foot. It even tickles a little bit. Now I want to take them off, but I kind of want to keep them on at the same time. It’s the kind of tickle that you hate and like at the same time. I’m feeling pretty sleepy. I think I’m going to lie down.
20 I was just walking into the coffee shop we used to visit together so often when I saw her. My gut felt as if it suddenly twisted up and then disappeared, and was suddenly replaced by butterflies. I’m pretty sure she saw the look on my face. She waved at me with the cute smile on her face I remember so well, sometimes too well. Outside the window caught my attention. Men with barrack Obama masks were stepping out of an old Plymouth. One of them cocked the pistol in his hand. They came in to the coffee shop. One stayed at the door while another ran to the cash register and two others went to the sides of the room. “Hands on the floor, this is a robbery!” the man at the door announced. I darted over to her and calmed her. She was sobbing gently. I held her in my arms. I looked around and saw everybody else on the ground. Right next to us was one of the robbers he nudged me with his gun. “Give me your valuables.” I pulled the wallet out of my back pocket and tossed it to him. Next was my watch. I threw it in the bag. You too Mrs. He nudged the girl in my arms. She took out her wallet and put it in the bag. “The ring on your necklace, in the bag!” he pulled back the hammer on the revolver. What happened next was too quick for even me to react. But suddenly I had the man in an arm bar behind his back, and with his gun in his hand I shot him through the spine, and the heart. He dropped limp to the ground. Then I shot the man at the door and the man on the other side of the room. The man with the money bag dropped the bag and fumbled for the gun in his coat pocket. Before he could bring the gun up I shot him in the knee. He dropped to the ground in agony. Soon the cops arrived. They told me that I would need to appear before a judge the next morning, but I wouldn’t be arrested because of all the witnesses. I turned to her again. She looked at me with the most beautiful and loving face I’ve ever seen her make. I reached out and hugged her. “How about we go get some coffee.” She said.
Otis and John went to the store. While they were inside, john grabbed a soda and began drinking it. Otis asked if he was going to pay for it. John drank the rest and set it back on the shelf. “Nope, I’m not.” He replied. John and Otis were walking back out to the car. Suddenly John sees that the window of his car has been broken, and his Ipod has been taken out.
Joe raised his children the way he saw as necessary. They needed to be punished when doing wrong, and taught to do right. Whenever the kids did something they weren’t supposed to, Joe would yell at them for a few minutes and then send them to their room. Things continued this way for quite some time. Soon the children grew to be insubordinate, and learned to act out of spite for their father. One day his two sons who were very close in age brought a kid over. They started off wrestling. Then two of them were fighting. Then the bigger brother held the kid’s arms behind his back while the other punched the kid they had invited over. Right then the father came in. The older brother let go of the kid. The kid ran out the door crying. Rather than yelling, the father sat down. He had the kind of look on his face that said, I’m so disappointed in what the two of you did. The children saw this. But since the respect and love for their father had diminished long before, they didn’t listen. They repeated their behavior as holder and hitter.
Arnold liked the feeling of power he felt when he made other kids cry. For several years, he picked on jimmy. Sometimes Arnold would punch him or shove him, other times he’d call him names or humiliate him infront of his peers. Later on in life, Arnold yearned for true love. He started dating girls. Soon after a girl got to know him, she’d lose interest because she thought he couldn’t truly feel love or compassion. Arnold wanted to feel these, but then he’d feel compassionate for jimmy, and he couldn’t do that without going through a great amount of pain. So Arnold only ever had serious relationships with girls who were blind to this. He hated this.
Jordan was walking into the bathroom. A kid slightly smaller than him was passing him on the way out. Jordan tripped him and laughed. The kid got up and left. Jordan went in and sat on the toilet seat. It was covered in piss. Sam was diving at the pool. He swam to the bottom and found some car keys. Then he went outside and put them in the gas door of the matching car, called the police, and told them to let the owner of the car know where the keys were. The next week, he felt vey good.
Chapter one The familiar ringing of colony rising rang in Sam’s ears. He walked through the cleansing screen. In one pass, all bacteria and hair on the outside of his skin were fried. Then there was the oral cleansing wand. He bit down what would look like a microphone with the ball of the mic separated from the handle by a thin metal rod. The inside of his mouth burned for a second, and then it was fine. For some reason it always tasted of burnt plastic. Sam went outside and got into his pod. Suddenly he was moving too fast to gauge. Of course Sam was used to this. This is what he did every day. Before long Sam’s pod arrived at work. Chapter two Colonel Malloy was sitting in his hot tub smoking a cigar and listening to the latest news broadcast when the doors flung open. “Sir, I’ve just been notified that there’s going to be a delay on all products from colony 37,” said Eric doughty, the manager of colony time projection. “What the hell for? Demanded the colonel? “Well you see sir, the last generation was produced from a contaminated parent cell. All of them failed while inside their maturation units. And with the next generation not being available for another six months until they’ve completed their orientation and training, there won’t be anybody to work on colony 37 for quite some time.” Chapter three Sam was part of a team that designed, developed, and manufactured the latest forms of transportation. Most of his time was spent creating computer simulators, crunching the numbers for simulators, collecting data from simulators, and deciphering this data so that it could be used in the development of their next project. At times he found what he did to be dull and monotonous. He never felt like this when he was testing prototypes, or manufacturing the product. He was fascinated by the whole process of first brainstorming, and then making hypothesizes, and finally putting the guesses to the test. He couldn’t imagine anything else that he’d rather be doing. but then again, he couldn’t imagine anything else that could be done. Chapter four “Doughty do you find yourself to be incapable of the tasks you’re assigned?” “No I do not sir,” he replied. “Then why is it that you fail to complete your job as required?” asked the colonel in a mocking tone, “is there something you’d like to tell me about yourself? Has anything changed at all? Anything that could cause you to have a good reason to have failed?”
“No sir. It’s just as I said. There was a contaminant present when they were developing the parent cell.” “Turn around and get on your knees!” commanded he colonel. He typed something into the keypad beside him. A droid floated gently over from the wall and headed toward Eric. There was a Bright flash of light and the smell of burnt flesh. For a second the form of Eric was still visible. And then the ashes scattered and fell onto the ground. The droid proceeded to suck up the ashes and return to its place on the wall. Chapter five. This one thought provoked a strong curiosity in Eric. He began to think. What’s outside of the colony? No matter how hard he tried to put it out of his mind he couldn’t help but wonder, what’s beyond these walls? And what do people do there? Soon Eric was formulating a plan to find out. When the food ship came later that night, he’d be there to take a look. He watching the next 11 food ships, closely studying the behavior and patterns that they followed. Soon Eric was planning to get in an empty compartment where the food was stored on the way here. Chapter six Colonel Malloy Got out of the hot tub when a droid air dried him. Then he went inside. “TV and food” he called out.” The TV switched on to the news, and a steak dinner was brought out on a levitating platter. “Thank you,” said the colonel in a bored, lazy tone. The next day he would be on the invasion fleet to take a group of colonies near Venus. He was living the way he wanted for the few days prior in case he were not to make it back home. It wasn’t often that a colonel starship was destroyed by an opposing force, but it had happened in the past so he chose to prepare for it. Chapter seven Eric had been watching the last several unloads of the cargo ship. He had found a place where he could probably sneak in. he knew that it could take several days to get from his colony to wherever it was that the ship returned to. He also knew that since the ship didn’t have humans aboard, there wouldn’t be any oxygen to breath. But he wouldn’t be exposed to the vacuum of space, because the cargo on the ship wouldn’t make it if it were. He had pulled the plans back in his office. He identified the ship as a slight variation of the v-43 dynasty. He knew exactly what to do. Now all he had to do was wait until the time was right. Chapter eight The ship was shaking, but not to violently. Eric was thrown against the back wall as the ship veered up and took off. The ship wasn’t meant to accelerate and decelerate for humans to be comfortable. It was a cargo ship after all. When Eric bounced off of the wall, he floated slowly to the other side of the room. He’d never imagined or felt anything light this before. The effects of gravity were completely nullified. For the first few minutes he had fun jumping off of walls and doing all kinds of flips, but pretty soon, he had motion sickness, so he found a cord and secured himself to a latch on the floor
of the ship. Soon he found it difficult to breath, so he turned on one of the oxygen tanks he’d brought along, put the respirator on. Then he drifted to sleep. Chapter nine Eric woke up hanging from the cord he’d tied around his waist. He quickly untied it and dropped to the other wall of the ship. The bay door began to open. He grabbed his oxygen and darted behind a crate. He could see people walking around outside. All of them seemed very busy, and none of them had a transport pod. He also noticed that they were all dressed in Ratty clothes. All of them were large. On Eric’s colony, the people were all almost the same in appearance and much smaller than these people. These people were probably a foot taller than him, and had thick arms, broad shoulders, and huge legs. He wondered what would’ve caused the difference between people. Chapter ten Colonel Malloy could see the enemy colony now, at least through a lot of magnification. “Arm destroyers and deploy the birds.” The entire ship looked as if a thousand arms had sprung out of the side of the ship, and then out of them unfolded swiveling turrets. Then the hangar bay doors on the bottom of the ship opened, and out flew about a thousand automated ships. The ships looked kind of similar to a fighter jet, except that rather than using rockets or jets, they used the magnetism of all the other ships to propel themselves and maneuver. The computer that controlled all of them was immensely complicated; it took other Machines 5 and a half weeks just to manufacture, and another year to perform all of the tests necessary to be sure that it would work. They approached the first colony in sight. Chapter eleven Suddenly an alarm began going off. Eric knew that it was a colony rising alarm. This alarm made you feel like there’s a reason to panic, and everyone else seemed to hear it the same way. Everyone ran to separate pods that definitely weren’t for daily travel. They were equipped with guns, and looked like they had the maneuverability for battle. I recognized another pod as an escape pod. I ran to it before it was claimed by someone else. I entered in the escaping sequence, and it took off in the opposing direction of the battle ships. Right then, the colony I had just left was struck by the beam of a massive ship about seven miles off. It exploded into a huge disk of light and fire.