Write a 100-word story. You may choose any school-appropriate topic, setting, characters, and plot; however, you must incorporate at least two of the strategies we have studied in the fiction of Joyce, Chopin, Garcia Marquez and Williams. This must be posted by Thursday, October 14. Good luck!
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tanner
10/12/2010 07:29:20 am
hi people
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Sarah Sawyer
10/12/2010 12:49:28 pm
Once upon a time, there lived an ant named Gary. Gary was an abstruse character and notorious for awkward situations amongst his colony. He could never understand why his peers avoided him so. Was it because he smelt bad or were his 6 legs too long? Little did he know, that the reason the other ants bypassed him was because they thought that Gary wasn’t strong enough, they conceived that he could never provide for the rest of the colony, social suicide amongst ants. So they routinely subjected him to less demanding jobs, typically in the deserted parts of the hill. One spring afternoon, Gary was doing his habitual duties, when out of the abyss a horrendous Anteater appeared! Gary being the only one at the scene, was left to single handily protect the ant hill! Using sheer intuition, Gary lifted the Anteater completely onto his thorax and propelled it all the way to a neighboring park! The whole colony came running to see what all the pandemonium was and came to see the heroic act that Gary did. All their preconceived ideas were instantly obliterated, making Gary the gallant ant he knew he was.
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X
10/12/2010 12:53:22 pm
His figure dwarfed all else that had been left behind, even the metal spines of skyscrapers had fallen. The scent of creation warped his eyesight, almost as if the rubble would reassemble itself like a machinated puzzle. Not broken, merely in its original pieces.
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Joey R
10/13/2010 06:57:06 am
They say dogs don't normally live past fifteen years; I guess that makes my case unusual. It is five in the morning and all I can think of is how much longer I can hold off. His bark screams through the house and I realize it just won't go away. I muscle out of bed and take my grumpy, old shi-tzu out for his morning ritual. Although he can go out just fine on his own he insists on dragging me with him; ruining my morning and a perfectly good day ahead. You would think twenty would be old enough but I'm convinced this dog will never go away.
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Joseph Wecker
10/13/2010 08:46:02 am
Caught. Frozen. Stuck. Not a good situation to be in, in mid-parry with bullets flying all around you. Or at least, they were flying. Damn the gods. Don’t they know that every minute spent staring at this overused brigand is a waste of valuable time? I look over at my driver. He’s still running at a good clip, somehow. Although what he’s doing I can’t tell. Ctraltdel, I murmur under my breath, cursing in my native tongue. Running through the to-do list, there isn’t any way to free any more time for this. Then I do the unthinkable: Hard reboot.
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Emily
10/13/2010 09:12:53 am
I dug a hole in the moist, rich soil. Picking up the small, fragile plant, I wondered what flowers would bloom from it. Would they be grand and full? Petite and delicate? Red? Yellow? I could hardly imagine this feeble growth of green becoming strong enough to support a tiny bud, let alone a flower.
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teddy b
10/13/2010 09:35:23 am
She thought the air felt thick. She thought she smelt burning. She knew she saw smoke and she knew what she heard. She heard the sound of lives being broken; the sound of lives being altered forever. She had never heard such screams from a child, a child that seemed to be a girl, the age of four. She approached the bibbidi bobbidi blue door blocking the world's view from the horror. Preparing herself for terror unknown, she turned the knob. Sobbing little Lily sat before her, clutching Ken and Barbie and watching their dreamhouse go down in flames.
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Ellen Arguinchona
10/13/2010 09:39:08 am
I could hardly contain my excitement as we putted along the country road in Rathdrum, Idaho. After 7 weeks of pep talks, threats from my dad “if you don’t do this, then bla bla bla” and weekly visiting; the day had finally arrived. As we pulled away from a little house full of animals, I couldn’t even see him. On the way home the stops at Petco and the grocery store were nearly unbearable. All I wanted to do was hold him. By the time we finally got home, I dashed out of the car chasing my new puppy, Stonewall.
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Gina
10/13/2010 09:52:07 am
The beauty of the scene was magnified to me. My senses were heightened by the excitement of the evening. I watched what seemed to be my true passions being preformed before me, almost without realizing it. The dish was presented simply, on a white plate, but the precision of every element implied a level of extreme complexity. The first aroma encompassed everything I had expected from a restaurant of this caliber, but I immediately knew that this would be no ordinary dining experience. I almost wanted time's persistent pace to be immensely slowed. I wanted to take in every aspect of the situation in that very moment.
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>.>
10/13/2010 10:04:52 am
(something rather about a wheelbarrow and teh neighboring henz)
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tanner
10/13/2010 10:30:36 am
Captain James Maverick of the JAMES MAVRICK Awesome-class Super Cool Planet Destroyer. He was the best of the best, the greatest of the great, the awesomest of the awesome, and he was about to face the most powerful evil villain of his life. Mr. Fluffles! I had disposed of his minions like a super hero would dispose of evil henchmen, now, we were face to face. He let out a terrible roar and pounced. I dodged his attack and countered with a blast from my ray gun. Pew Pew! no effect. "You are strong Mr. Fluffles, but I know your one weakness!" "Hisss!" "That’s right, now feel the wrath of my Dihydrogen Oxide Gun!" Whoosh! Down he went. "Ha Ha! I am vict-" "Jimmy, stop bothering the cat and come eat your dinner." "But mom, I didn't give my victory speech yet." "You can do that after you eat." "Ok." And so Captain James Maverick defeated the evil Mr. Fluffles...or did he?!
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Katara Belton-Sharp
10/13/2010 12:26:15 pm
She turned her back for one second
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Johnny Smith
10/13/2010 12:34:25 pm
There he was, at the entry way of
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Grant Livingston
10/13/2010 12:34:45 pm
It was a strange place for the homeless man. As soon as the curtain was drawn he felt trapped, engulfed by the tile walls. The water began to fall. It dripped and slid all over his tattered body. The soap seemed to penetrate and sting his rugged, durable skin. The shampoo seemed to go through his hair and crawl into his mind. The water continued to fall. Everything around him was new; nothing was right. The water kept falling; he was trapped. Nothing could save him. He finally fit society's version of clean, yet he felt so dirty.
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Trent Porter
10/13/2010 12:39:05 pm
My over excitement was immediately
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Ben V
10/13/2010 12:55:10 pm
The alarm clock rang. I promptly fell out of bed. What a great start to this day, I thought as I scrambled to my closet. I was late, and I knew it. After madly searching for my glasses, I ran upstairs. Strangely, it was dark. I jammed some bread into the toaster, and I poured myself a glass of milk. The toast was ready. I jumped to get it. The glass went crashing to the floor. Great. My phone beeped and I flipped it open. Of all the words on the screen, only one grabbed my attention. Saturday.
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XX
10/13/2010 12:58:48 pm
In an undetectable movement she springs into motion. Almost spasmodically she leaps. It is a plea. With precise, mechanical jerks she tells of pain. Her desire drowns out the metallic music.
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Lucy Baldwin
10/13/2010 01:01:18 pm
Closed eyes made it easier, she’d heard. Holding your breath helps, he’d said. Stifling her white cloud, clutching the umbrella, the red one, bent from when he’d beat it against the iron fence, dragging it unused on the ground. Brokenness making smooth, familiar scars, etched into the handle; a crooked grin egging her on. Sweaty hands steaming in the rain, tracing the destroyed red friend’s face as she mounted. Open mouthed terror looking up from the depths. Moving to the edge, spirit soaring, quivering in and out of fear; hoping to be the first of the fourth graders to fly.
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Jazlyn XXX
10/13/2010 01:01:34 pm
He began to wonder where all his breaths went, if he exhaled pure light that rose into the sky. If all the tiny sighs were a commingling of bells so quiet only the soul heard it. Or maybe in those rare radiant moments so ecstatically tragic when breathing simply stops, you die for a single moment. Reborn into a hypersensitive shell, alive. Alive because oxygen passes through your system. Alive. And all these thoughts ran through his head. Even when you're frozen the curling white purity floats from out your mouth. Even when you're choking, even when you're drowning. Alive.
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Taylor
10/13/2010 01:25:14 pm
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tom
10/13/2010 01:39:20 pm
As any kids first day of high school goes, their expectations of what is should be is rather high. They say to themselves, “this is the beginning of a new chapter and I will be King of this School in no time”. But yet do they know what they are in for.
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Melissa
10/13/2010 01:46:41 pm
She stepped outside. All was quiet until a crunching noise emanated from beneath her shoe, though she tried to hide it. There was hardly any movement, except for those made by her younger siblings, chasing each other around a small tree in the front yard. Things were peaceful, and she liked it that way. She leaped forward and reached for the ground. Like deer in front of headlights, her little brother and sister froze. They knew what was coming, but had no time to react. Before they could move, she had already formed a snowball and started a war.
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Sarah Cockey
10/13/2010 01:48:00 pm
Isaac Asimov was an unsuccessful man. He hadn’t succeeded in any aspect of his life, except one: the writing, manufacturing, and selling of dictionaries. Isaac lived and breathed language. He would sit on street corners, looking much like a homeless person with nowhere else to be, for the sole purpose of discovering new terms to add to his dictionaries. Isaac dreamed of words. He thought of words while he ate; while he did his laundry. And one day in the summer of 1968, Isaac came across a word that tugged at his ears like no other word had before.
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Lauren Earthman
10/13/2010 02:13:22 pm
I jolted awake as the first bit of air leaked into my lungs. I found myself choking as I was frantically gasping for more and more but my throat wouldn’t allow it. As I proceeded to calm myself down I began to take in my surroundings. My attempt to sit up was rejected by a stern grip that lacked a face to accompany it. I began to feel the same motion sickness as I do when I take off in an airplane but my efforts to calm my stomach ceased. Before me, a creature with blue skin and glowing green eyes told me that I was being taken to the hospital after I fell and cut my knee- after all, that’s what I told my mother needed to happen.
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Sarah Andrews
10/13/2010 02:17:05 pm
The moment Peter saw the squirrel he knew there was trouble. Within seconds Rover was off running and barking after it. Their game of fetch was foiled by the unwelcome intruder. Reluctantly, Peter followed calling his name and urging him to come back.
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Rachel Schmidt
10/13/2010 02:20:10 pm
I live a simple life. At the crack of dawn, I crawl out of the contours of my home and make my way out into the sunset on the search for food. My travel is long, but my speed is intuitive. The journey is simple, yet very dangerous. I do this day after day to not only support my family, but my entire society. Every morning I climb through the tunnels of my community hill, in hopes that today I won’t have to avoid a magnifying glass or a giant shoe hovering over me. This is the life of an ant.
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Grant Nielsen
10/13/2010 02:22:36 pm
As I walked down the quiet lane in the dark I looked at the houses around me.
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Kevin McNamee
10/13/2010 02:23:02 pm
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Felicia B
10/13/2010 02:38:36 pm
The anticipation was killing me, I had arrived home over an hour ago and the phone hadn’t made a sound. They said they would call before 8:30 if they had good news, it was 7:15. As I sat in silence, I watched the sun set through the window sill, saw the room began to darken, and still heard nothing, it was now almost 8 o’clock.
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Iris Chavez
10/13/2010 02:49:26 pm
The key in the lock could be heard being turned from the opposite side of the house. Perhaps it caught the household’s attention because of the anticipation that came with the light barely coming in from the setting sun, the omen that always preceded the key in the lock. Dad’s home, I thought. He walked in, took a seat on the stairs, and quickly unlaced his work boots. Taking them off with a thud, he climbed up the stairs and collapsed on the couch. I ran and jumped in his lap. “Oomph” , came the surprised grunt from deep in his chest, the overpowering bear hug seconds later. Dad’s home.
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sam butler
10/13/2010 02:54:13 pm
I sunk my teeth into their bodies and ripped away their heads. I tore them limb from limb and smiled as I heard them being mashed between my teeth. Oh the joy I got from playing with my food. Continuing to tear and rip at their bodies I chewed with all my heart but surprisingly, the sweet taste of their flesh I had been expecting was replaced by regret. I examined the few circus performers with their heads still intact. What should have been fear and terror on their faces was in fact a faint smile staring back at me, as if they knew the emptiness I now felt. I had made a mistake. Oreos are way better than animal crackers.
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Calyx Dolce
10/13/2010 02:58:50 pm
As I began to drift into my dreamland, a feeling of despair and claustrophobia started to over power my subconscious. The peace I felt within myself was a type of peace I always longed for but never yet experienced. The silence was so unbarring. A sudden down pour of sweat overcame my body. My pores absorbed every bit of dirt that was forced upon them. Screeching brakes woke me. A feeling of panic ran through my body. My heart began racing. Calm breathing was not an option. Never had I been so unsure about my location, until I heard the clanking of two shovels; confirming my dream was not just a dream.
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Caitlyn_eakin
10/13/2010 03:04:04 pm
A man and a woman were sitting silent in a house. Not just any house, a house the man built. It was a house with too many windows, and too many doors for the two of them. They were listening to the clock chiming. They’re an hour late! Light lit up the windows. The man and woman scurried to the door and flung it open. Immediately children rushed in to hug them around the knees. They ran all over the house, upstairs, and downstairs. Slamming doors and playing the piano, filling all the rooms and hearts there with sound.
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Molly Lorenz
10/13/2010 03:15:21 pm
The setting was beautiful. The lush green grass, beautiful sunshine, and a gorgeous array of flowers made for the perfect setting for the wedding. I watched as the guests mingled on the terrace slowly moving towards their seats. I soon sat down just in time to hear the organ begin to play. This wasn't right, I knew that everything was all wrong and I somehow needed to fix it. Mustering up all my courage I stood up and spoke the words "I object". Everyone in the room turned around in complete shock. I ignored their glares and focused my attention on the groom. The look on his face was priceless, a mix of shock and relief, I knew I had done the right thing. Hadn't I?
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Curtis
10/13/2010 03:30:53 pm
He walked and stumbled through the forest, each tree looked as if it was to come alive and grab him. The cold wind cut through his skin, and seemed to tear into his soul. He couldn't go back, they would never forgive him. He was doomed to live this life, to scavenge and beg. He had no shelter, no food. All he had was the companionship of the imp he has raised since he was a boy. It looked up at him, almost pleading for him to return, to try and forget, and live a normal life. He couldn't, going back was not, and never would be an option. However, if he would have turned around, he would have found a house, with the lights on, and parents frightened, praying for their child to return.
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Michael Armstrong
10/13/2010 03:34:02 pm
Blood running down my face, fear turning my blood to ice, running up the stairs, need to get help. Where is he, I need him now.
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Sarah H.
10/13/2010 03:49:14 pm
A Picture of Pain
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Chloe
10/13/2010 03:58:26 pm
Darkness escapes from my mind. My eyes slowly fall open; I’m awake. I lay in my bed, too tired to move. Exhaustion pins me to the bed, comfort overpowers any will to move. My gaze shifts around my familiar room aimlessly until I spot an indistinct, dark figure from the corner of my eye. Mom? Maggie? A robber? Terror washes through me as the realization hits that the presence in my room is far beyond what I’d imagined. Not only is it inhuman, but it also has the worst intentions. A second wave of terror takes over when I realize that it’s not fatigue or comfort that’s keeping me from moving, it’s an inability to move my body at all. The only thing I can control are my eyes, which are helplessly scanning my surroundings for a solution. My mind begs my body to move, to run. It tells my mouth to scream, to ask for help. Nothing. Evil relentlessly rolls off the obscure figure in my direction. It’s in my head and it’s silently telling me that I have reason to fear it. My brain is desperately pleading my body to return from it’s paralyzed state, to fight. Suddenly, with the blink of my eyes, the shadow dissolves, and my body springs to life. I’m awake.
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Dwight K Schrute
10/13/2010 04:00:11 pm
You could taste the anticipation in the hot, stuffy air. It had materialized as soon as the teacher said the one word. The magical word that caused the most unique of carnal responses. It rolled off his tongue with great satisfaction, yet with a hint of loaded hesitation. He knew the class would erupt into fervent yakking and uncontrollable sneers of competition. And they did. Immediately the contenders leapt into swarms and began planning their sweet revenge. Throughout that game were death stares, exceedingly significant strategizing, and whoops of triumph. Days just couldn’t get better than that.
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Matt Bray
10/13/2010 04:12:01 pm
Something was not right, the burning in my gut told me so. Overwhelming blackness filled the room, the sun did not yet show itself. I pulled myself upright, the muscles of my body separating, fiber by fiber until at last I was on my feet moving like a drone across the apartment. I arrived at my destination, my eyes transfixed upon the long handle, my enemy. My tired muscles battled the handle until, click. The artificial light illuminated the room. My eyes stared into the glowing prism of life, like a moth’s into a porch light, all was right again.
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Savi
10/13/2010 04:15:52 pm
Furrowed as the linen he lay with, the light stabbed in seemingly early through the half drawn blinds and realization came suddenly like death. Festering thoughts guilted him upward, awakening. He is sunken and irritable. Shallow uneven breathing fuels a heart pumping oil, heavy with sadness. Lacking direction and purpose this ship presses forward and behind the rest. An anchor is cast and unseen below water. Those arriving are blurred by the sea-riding fog. Their blinking lights yield no response from this ship. The motor forcing his way seizes because the weight is too great and the sea too deep and he is no match for the wave.
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Haley B
10/13/2010 04:35:41 pm
A familiar route in the daylight hours of 3:00 p.m suddenly turns unfamiliar at 8:00 p.m. I drove about 15 minutes to work in complete silence. Never did I feel the need to lock my car when I went out to the barn. In denial of my own fear, I went through the motions of a normal work day at the barn. I was eventually covered head to toe in dust and hay,and had smelled the oats at least once. The obsession of intently listening to the silence in the barn slowly faded as the hours passed. Before I leave for the night, I stumble into the hay room to grab my car keys. The instant my back is turned to the room, the anxieties of being alone suddenly come rushing back. I've locked up the barn and stand within 20 feet of my car. My eyes meet those of a man sitting contently in the driver's seat-staring directly at me.
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Elliott Y
10/13/2010 04:53:13 pm
Varian stands alone, the hymns sounding in the background slowly fade until only the alto chords faintly echo in the back of his psyche, as his mind collapses into stark trepidation. All around him people are staring at him with eyes like hungry wolves, tearing him apart layer by layer as if to scrutinize the smallest error.
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Matthew LaPlante
10/13/2010 04:58:19 pm
For most people, routines become insipid. Never once did this cross my mind today. I was living my dream. there is no replacing the beat of my heart so strong I feel the vibrations down to my feet, the passion so intense nothing can taint it, the anticipation so great the outside world becomes extinct. I look out over my domain as chills bolt down my spine, I methodically check my boots and make final preparations. I alone can decide my own future, to put all doubts to rest, and leave no challenges uncontested. Finally, The whistle blows.
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Victoria K
10/14/2010 12:48:19 am
They were coming. My spine tingled with fear. I knew the inevitable capture as the result of running from them. My heart was pounding with furious intensity and my insides begged me to stop, but my adrenaline shouted louder. We finally arrived at a fortress, I cursed under my short breath and dashed through the door. There was no time. With sword in hand, I lunged at the daemonic dragons. And we fought. Which seemed like milliseconds I was already to the roof of the castle. Burning breathes of fire were killing my face, my muscles grew weary. When suddenly I was pushed off the edge. I fell for what seemed like hours. Darkness. My eyes opened to white shag carpet.
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Rachel Millet
10/14/2010 01:40:34 am
It was dark. I know this is a bad description to give when a person has been taken against their will, dragged onto what feels like a gigantic boat and thrown into the very bottom where one can hear the creaking and groaning of the planks, but it is. The musty spell of the burlap cloth covering my eyes is starting to nauseate me. I know I should be afraid, but I’m not. When all I have wanted to do for months is leave that wretched castle and escape the ever looming doom of marrying that disgusting, old, vile man, being on a boat with hopefully some very attractive pirates doesn’t seem all that bad.
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Sam Read
10/14/2010 03:58:09 am
As the sun slithers over the mountain on this early winter morning, the patter of footsteps and swift breaths break the silence of the picturesque scene. A group of young scouts parade their way slowly traversing the glistening snow mountain in pursuit of a new adventure. That challenge, was to stay overnight in a shelter not of trees, not of a warm tent, but of a cave built within the mountainside snow. They had prepped vigorously for months before, learning how to carefully carve out a cave, diagramming every inch of a structurally sound cave to keep them warm through a below-zero night. So they found the ideal spot and followed their handbooks, beginning the venture of hollowing a shelter out of snow. After hours of sweat-drenching digging the young scouts had formed their dream, a perfect shelter to stay in for the night. They finally settled down in their sleeping bags next to each other that night, admiring their work and how remarkably the task was completed. But, it began to dawn on them that this cave, in its wonders was barrier to the outside world, realizing that for this snow was not only a great insulator of snow, but an insulator of sound. For if the shelter was to fail not a sound would be heard, a shrieking scream would not disturb even a passing vole. A shiver from the inside prevailed. This cold would never cease in the dark depths of an arctic cave.
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Conor
10/14/2010 03:59:20 am
It had been a good day. It sarted waking up to great weather and the thought of not having to go to school. I decided to go to the mall and eat lunch with friends and when we arrived comotion broke out. The windows started to crack and a scruffy man in a hot air balloon broke through the large glass windows. Sensing trouble my friends and i sprung into action jumping on a rope attached to the balloon. The homeless looking man started throwing rocks at us and we swung to dodge them. Mike was the first to get hit and fell below to the abyss. Next was Lauren who got hit square in the head. I hung alone now facing this unknown adversery. The next rock thrown would be the last as it knocked me off the rope and the day had ended.
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Nik
10/14/2010 04:04:38 am
Search bar, enter search, go. The mission was simple, the directive obvious, it was time to go to work. The emblem added to the Docket: TPB told me what to do. I embarked through the crowd. I scan quickly and find my target. This disco graphical compilation cannot hide from me. I lock on to it, look into its blue underlined eyes and search my way through it. I find what I need, three small green triangles, each pointing downward. I delve one click deeper, snatch the file, then hand it to my partner. His green emblem is known well: uTorrent.
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Ashley Smith
10/14/2010 04:10:21 am
Darkness. That was all I could see. From every corner of my mind I felt it creeping closer. Overtaking my every breath, closing in on my subconscious. I had never been so alone. I felt a cold breeze sweep over my bare skin and the damp earth under my feet. Somewhere off in the distance, I could hear the faint sound of laughter and joy. A mocking melody that I could not reach. I wanted to follow it, creep closer, see where it was coming from, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move, even though I know I wanted to. My thoughts were confined, locked up so tightly they could not take action. I cried out for help, but there was no one to hear me. As I struggled and pulled and yanked, the laughter started to diminish. As if my struggle was the reason behind the cease of happiness. The louder I screamed in agony, the farther away the laughter seemed to be. I just wanted to be back. I had given up, stopped trying, letting the warm, wet tears run down my cheek. As I opened my eyes, light had now filled the room and a sense of happiness spread over my mind. “Ashley, get out of bed it’s time to go to school,” my mom said as she pushed the off button on my radio alarm clock.
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Brad L
10/14/2010 04:15:25 am
With every corner he took, his tire grabbed the freshly compacted dirt deeper and deeper. The flow of his movements could make anyone believe that he was riding on air, not the dirt. At time his adrenaline filled body would leave the ground on step up and step downs with the occasional drop off. The suspension on his bike is taking punches better than rockie ever could have imagined. Peddling as fast as he could, he crossed the seemingly unreachable line. He looks up at the scoreboard and sees the number that makes his troubles worthwhile, 1st...
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Madelyn Davis
10/14/2010 05:59:52 am
I had never seen a more beautiful February morning, as dreary as February is, this particular morning was bright, crisp, and the air was lacking the usual smog and smell of a stale rain. I walked through that frosted field with a purpose, quickly, steadily. I knew my mother would be calling me for breakfast with in the hour, and I had to reach my destination before then. I was headed for a hill, one of the only hills around. And on that hill stood a large oak tree. The tallest and most magnificent tree I had ever seen. It was my haven, my refuge from all of my trails and tribulations. That oak tree was one of my only friends it seemed, and I visited everyday. I told it all of my secrets, my hopes, my dreams. That tree was a great listener, I would climb high in the branches and read, or simply watch the sun go down. But today I merely stood there in awe of it's towering bare branches I smiled, and shuffled home, already eager to return.
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Cara
10/14/2010 06:03:30 am
The O'Neill family was not well off. In fact, their house was the most run down in a neighborhood of old moldering homes. Every new year felt like a battle for Margaret O'Neill, who had to constantly face her children's whines for new clothes and new toys. They didn't have much to their name that was at all worth any real value. The one worldly object that Margaret did value was her wedding ring. It made her feel like her reality was just a little bit better than it realy was. Thats why when she lost it, she could barely hold in her tears from her children. But when her youngest daughter came up to her telling her about the ring she found in the street and how she wanted to sell it and keep the cash, Margaret's feeling of loss melted away and she knew everything would be all right.
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Megan Zumbiel
10/14/2010 06:18:16 am
My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. I was sick to my stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my lfe. It becomes silent and it feels like everybody’s eyes are on me. I tell myself to calm down and that I’m going to do great but I can’t shake this feeling. We get on our groups and listen to the directions. It’s almost time as I’m trying to keep control of my nerves. He calls us to our lines, “Runners on your mark”. The gun shot rang through the air and the runners were off.
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Jozlin
10/14/2010 06:22:22 am
As she looks back on the days that were filled with joy, she realizes that shes been living a lie. Her family is upside down and her heart has melted to the ground. Why has she never known the truth behind it all? All the bad pouring at out once and nobody to turn too. Are children really blind in their childhood or do the parents try to keep them from all harm?
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Hannah Regehr
10/14/2010 06:24:38 am
She was walking down the pathway to the house; the trees where the color of fall. Under one of the biggest trees in her yard there was already a big pile of leaves. She started to walk toward them and she got closer to them she thought she should hide in them and scare her little brother. As she closed the distance between the leaves and her, she thinks hears a rustling sound behind her. Just as was beginning to turn around the leave pile bursts in to the air and her little brother is grabbing her laughing and saying “I GOT YOU!”
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Humble Student
10/14/2010 06:25:51 am
Said he with the spectacles, knowledged and wise: “You shall write a story for me in no more than five scores of words.” “It shall be done,” replied they, admiring and awed by his decree, and they dispersed to appease him.
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Haley
10/18/2010 01:37:54 pm
"Come on! Come on!" Ah rats. The tooth would not budge. Maybe if I try a little harder... nope nothing. How about twisting it that way. Still nothing. The taste of blood started to take over my mouth. The challenge of the week has been tryiing to get this tooth out, I need the two dollars from the tooth fairy for candy this weekend! Okay one more time. Twisting and twisting. "Ouch! I got it!" Finally! Candy here I come!
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12/14/2010 03:46:03 pm
The important thing in life is to have a great aim, and the determination to attain it.
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9/28/2012 11:35:05 am
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