Jesus

Think of your friends. Pick one that doesn’t know you very well. Now think of one that sees the good in you and doesn’t know your secrets. And doesn’t know your sins. Well, what if they died for you? Wouldn’t you feel bad because they didn’t know your sins and they died anyway. they thought you were worthy. Well, Jesus died for you and he knew your sins. He knew what you did, what you were going to do, what you weren’t going to do. And he died for you too. Not just you, but for everyone.

You all know the terrorist Osama Bin Laden. Jesus died for HIM! After all the horrible things he did. Really? Who would do that? Jesus would. So if someone could be so heroic to die for the sinful world, wouldn’t you just praise them?

And guess what?

He left you with an opportunity to live with him forever. He gave you an opportunity to love him.

He gave you a choice. Eternal Joy…

…or…

Eternal Torture…

Eden

     I woke up in the tall grass, and blinked a few times in the beautiful sunset. The sky was purple. I stood up slowly, and looked out over the horizon. The sunset stretched all the way across. I immediately saw a rock in front of me. It was large, slanted, and gray. I could lay on it all day and watch the beauty go by. To my left, here was a small pond with water as clear as a bell, and clean enough to drink out of. No fish. To my right, a tree stood tall with its leaves dangling off of a vine strong enough to climb up. And that’s what I did. I climbed to the top of the tree, and saw a large landscape that lasted forever. I looked out, and knew that God could create something so beautiful in a cesspool of sin. I was at peace…

     But, I noticed something was missing. I was lonely. I was completely alone.

     Then, I saw the tall grass around the other side of the pond part away. A white flower floated across my vision, and her brown hair flipped around. It was her. They girl I would spend eternity with. She gave company to the lonely, happiness to the sad, and comfort to the weary.  She waved at me, and walked towards me. At that moment, it really was…

     …Perfect…

The Rebellion

I saw it all with my own eyes. A gunshot was fired into the air, and it all changed. The policeman yelled in anger, and shot the runaway robber with a 44 magnum. The rest of us, dazed, and confused ran around in the insanity. About seventeen fires started, and killed half of the people in the area. Armies of rebellious criminals smashed through the walls of the prisons. The flocked into the streets with chains hanging from their wrists and ankles. They were moving at their own pace. They knew the police couldn’t do anything to stop the riot. They wanted freedom, and they got it. This was the start of the rebellion…

Civilian War (Interception)

At this point, I was ready to have a party in our success. Then I remembered what we had guns in our hands for. we had to move on to the next CIA safe house. I could only imagine what was ahead for us. I was only fifteen…

Since Jason was the only one old enough to drive, we piled into his mustang and took off around the corner, and out of the neighborhood. Austin began to load his gun and opened the sunroof to let some air in.

“Where are we going?” Jason asked.

Austin took his laptop out of the case, and opened it to the internet. He began to search for the closest CIA base on a live map. “The closest one is on Harrod street. It looks like they’ve taken the  house on the corner of Harrod and Lasion street,” Austin replied.

I punched in the coördinates on our GPS, and propped it up on the windshield. It was talking to Jason telling him to turn in different places to get to our next destination. We were moving along easily, and we were almost five miles away when Austin yelled from the backseat.

Behind us was a large, black van with the letters CIA printed on the sides.

“Speed it up Jason!” Austin yelled.

instinctively, Austin beat open the sunroof, and pointed his gun at the vehicle. He fired the first shot at the tires. The vehicle went swerving through traffic, and crashed into a convenience store. Two other vans began to pull up on both sides of them. Austin, quickly, shot the driver in the face. One van was sent out of control, and hit another car.

We headed onto a bridge, and two more cars pulled up. One was on the right side, one on the left, and one in the back.

Austin shot at each one of them. Shooting tires, windshields, headlights, gas tanks, faces, and everything visible. I looked at the incredible focus in his eyes. It made me think back to the time when we first became friends.

It was a bright day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Basically, the first day of daycare. I had just stopped going to my other daycare because a teacher cut my finger off in a doorhenge. (long story). I walked in the building with my mom, and another teacher escorted me to her class. I looked back at my mom, and signed “i love you” in sign language. Hey, I was three, and i had no friends.

When i sat down on the floor in the kids’ room, i was miserable. I didn’t know anyone. I soon met Abby, Andrew, and, regrettably, Amber. I was fine with that, but I still didn’t feel like they were great friends. During playtime, we went outside, and ran around. Abby was hanging out with some other friends, Andrew was hanging out with his other friends, and I didn’t even want to hang out with Amber. So, I sat under a tree, and was lonely.

“Hi what’s your name?” a boy about my age said.

I turned and told him my name.

The boy smiled, and said, “I’m Austin. Do you wanna go play on the jungle gym?”

“Yeah,” I said. And, from that point on, we were best friends. We did everything together. We hid from the daycare’s bully, we rode bikes, took naps beside each other, talked, and even ate next to each other. One day, Logan, the bully, was picking on Austin, so I punched him in the throat just like my father told me to. That’s when I realized my gift of fighting.

“Hey, Focus!” Austin yelled at me from the sunroof. He was still shooting. One van was down, and he was working on the one to the right. He shot the gas tank, and sent it rolling off the bridge. There was one more left, and it wasn’t going down without a fight. Austin was shooting until he ran out of bullets.

“Gimme a grenade!” he said with a smile. I handed him a grenade, and he threw it into the open passenger window. The grenade exploded, and the car flipped backwards off the bridge. 

We barely escaped the falling bridge, and drove into the back alleys of the next town. We had our hearts set on ridding this country of the, now evil CIA.

One base down, about seven-thousand to go.

We could do it…

Collapse

I woke up on the floor in the middle of the hallway. I saw the ceiling was old, and corroded. It smelled of mold and asbestos. The lights were off. I’d been here before. I could tell it was daytime because there was enough light pouring into the building for me to see. I couldn’t remember where I was, but it seemed familiar. Light rays shone in through the air, and I saw many little dust particles.

I stood up, looking at the large, dusty, brown double doors beside me. The tiled floor was a light brown with many small specs of different shades of brown on them. It looked like any other old school building.

…That’s where I was. I was at school. But, there were no lockers.  It was the middle of the day, but I didn’t understand why no one was there.

I opened the double doors and walked into another room where the floors were still brown. the main color in this place was brown. To my left was a long row of brown bookcases. It was our library. It was different though. I remember it having carpeted floor, and computers, and a front desk. All it had was small concrete barriers made of light brown brick. They were placed along the different sections of hallways inside the library. Looking down, it looked like a map of a city. the brick barriers were supposed to look like walls. They only rose to my knees though. This building was old, and it seemed like I hadn’t been there in a long time.

Then, I understood why no one was there. This was my old school. It was being torn down.

Before I could think, I saw a large brick wall behind the empty bookcases smack into the floor. Brick barriers collapsed, and I ran to the other side of the room. I hit another set of double doors, and pushed the open. I was behind a staircase. I didn’t think it was smart, but I ran for my life around the corner, and up the stairs.

The next floor was different. I didn’t remember it because it was the eighth grade and seventh grade hallways. I only went to that school when I was in sixth grade downstairs. I ran down a blank hallway with nothing on either side of me, and felt the floor behind me collapsing with with every step I took. Ahead, I saw a window. It was my only chance. I leaped out of the window, and landed on grass. A few chestnut burrs got stuck in my chest, but I was fine.

I turned to look at the building, and I was stunned. The building that had collapsed wasn’t my school. It was my grandma’s neighbor’s house.

The man’s name was Mike. He owned the house, but he rarely visited it. I’d been inside that house before, and it didn’t look a thing like what I had just leaped out of. 

Standing up, I saw my grandparents’ neighborhood. I turned when I heard my mom’s horn honking. She was waving at me to come to the car. In the backseat, was my cousin Marissa. I climbed in the back seat, and saw that she was wearing ratty clothes like me. 

“Is your phone off?” My mom asked.

“No, why?” I said. I hadn’t really thought about it, but i didn’t think it was off.

“Because we tried to call you, but you didn’t answer,” She replied.

I thought about telling her and Marissa about my experience, but for some reason, I didn’t.

We drove off down the street, and soon, ended up in Japan. Don’t ask me how we got there in a car, because I have no Idea.

After a few minutes, I ended up on my pack porch that stood over my backyard. My friend Zach came up to me, and asked If he could be my roommate.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“For the school trip,” he said.

“Oh, I remember,” I lied.

“So,” he said. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

We took our backpacks, and put them down in my room. I had no idea where my parents went or why my entire school was on my back porch, but I just went with it. I layed down on my bed, and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with snow outside. I smelled eggs, bacon, and rolls. My school was gone, Marissa was gone, and I could hear my parents talking upstairs. I smiled, and ran up to get some food…

Civilian War (Operation Takeover)

These stories are in no way of any threat to the U.S. government, CIA, FBI, the population of america, or any other groups mentioned in this series. Neither are they in any way a suggestion to civil war or the takeover of the U.S government.

In the middle of the road, I saw the strange black vehicle pull up into the driveway. a man in a suit got out and knocked on the door. My mother opened the door. The man held up a golden badge that said CIA. She looked confused. He suddenly grabbed her by the throat and threw her to the floor. I was very young at the time, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t allowed to do that. In my house I heard screaming. I heard the sound of my father’s voice yelling at the man. I heard gunshots, shattering glass, explosions, and horrifying other sounds that made me cry.

The man ran out of the house and drove off in the strange black vehicle. I ran inside to make sure my parents were alright, but they were dead. My mother was shot in the head three times, and my father had a shard of glass stuck in this solar plexus. Both of them had flaming clothes. The house was nearly destroyed, and other people’s houses had already been hit. I kneeled down to respect them. I cried until my friend Austin came to see what happened. He helped me call the police and get away from my dead parents. The police showed up, and I tried my best to tell the story, but it was just too hard. After that day, I was never the same.

Recently, the CIA division of the United States Government has been using its absolute knowledge to take over the Executive, Judicial, and Legislative branch of the government and turn it into a dictatorship. They have tried to overthrow each town, one at a time. They took over our neighborhood and took the second house on the left as their headquarters. 

Back at mine and my friend’s treehouse we planned to overthrow this safe house. We named the operation “Operation Takeover”. “Alright,” I said to my friends. “The plan is that I crash in through the small window into the basement, eliminate the agents in that area, and wait for the signal to go upstairs. Meanwhile, Johnny will be using his blow gun to shoot carbon-dioxide darts at the agents on the perimeter. Everyone got that?” 

Johnny raised his hand, “‘Who will cover the back, I can only cover the front of the house.”   

I thought for a moment. “Well,” I said. “Austin’s good at shooting. He can cover the back.”

“I agree,” Austin said.

“Okay,” I said. “Continuing on, I will then go ahead upstairs to eliminate all the agents except in the room down the hall. In that room, I will set a gas bomb and put the room on lockdown. This will trap them in there to suffocate. Then, we will have eliminated all the CIA agents in this district.” Everyone agreed to the plan, and we put it into action.

I swung in through the lowest window with a knife up my sleeve. As soon as the agent saw me, I slung the knife at his throat. It slit it and he fell to the floor. Proceeding on out of the room, I saw another agent, whom I held hostage until the men in the first downstairs meeting room next to the laundry room dropped their guns. Once agreeing with me, I slit the man’s throat and shot the rest of them. I kept the 44 magnum hidden in my sleeve.

Continuing on to the next room, I met my eyes with a man playing pool. Pulled out a gun and pointed it at my forehead. Stupidly, I leaped in his direction, but rolled behind the couch. I pulled out the 44 magnum, and popped three bullets in his head.

His partner picked up a pool stick, broke it in half, and started trying to stab me with it, instead of running for the gun. I easily crippled him with a shot in the groin, and a stab in the leg with my knife. The man reached for the gun as I was leaving the room, but I stabbed the pool stick through his palm. The second gun was slipped into my other shirt sleeve.

The next room was blocked by a sound proof, plexiglass barrier. I looked through it, and confirmed that the people inside were having a meeting. They didn’t see me, so I wanted to keep it that way by running up the stairs.

Upstairs, I slit a guard’s throat, and shot three in the heart.

I crept around the corner, and into the kitchen, when a guard grabbed me by the collar, and jerked me up to his gun. I quickly stabbed him in the groin, turned around, and shot him in the bridge of his nose. The rest of the house was clear after I slammed a guy’s head on the coffee table, and bashed another guy’s head into a computer monitor.

The last room was the head meeting room. I radioed in to my friends, and reported, “There’s two meetings going on. The main one I can get in to, but the other is sealed up by a plexiglass barrier.”

“I’ll shoot them through the window, I can see them now,” Austin said. I heard a few gunshots. “All clear. Now, take care of those guys in the main meeting room.”

“You got it,” I replied. I continued down the hall, and held a gun to two agents’ heads. “Drop the weapons and surrender or I’ll-”

Before I could finish, the agents that weren’t threatened with a gun pulled out close range shotguns. the first agent cocked his gun, which frightened me. “Why don’t you drop your weapons?” The lead agent said. 

Just then, Jason and Austin came crashing through the large window and held guns to each of the four agents’ heads. “Six guns,” Jason said. “Against two guns. Those aren’t good odds.”

“What do you want?” The lead agent asked.

“We want you to forget about taking over the United States.” 

“What makes you think we’ll do that?”

As the two were negotiating, Austin secretly turned a tiny knob on the floor with his foot. Gas slowly filled the room, and I flipped back opening the door with a back kick. Jason and Austin stopped talking, leaped out the window, and threw smoke grenades into the room.

I closed the door, hit the lockdown switch, and large metal panels immediately covered all the exits until they were air tight. Gas filled the room, and slowly suffocated them until they were unconscious on the floor.

A team of kids had overthrown a small party of the CIA. If we could do that, we could save the United States of America from the doom it was coming to.

 

Rescuing Son

In the state of California, there were many famous people. There were places you could tour as far as the eye could see. But, there was a place where a boy lived. His name was son.  He had been named what his parents call him. His name was just son. Unlike him, his parents had names. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to record them on a pen and paper. You see, son’s parents died in a kerosene fire. Son was left in death valley by his friend Tom who had saved his from his evil aunt and uncle.

In death valley, it was very hot. Tom’s brother; Bobby lived with him in a cabin house in the valley. On that day, it was particularly hot. Son woke up to the smell of hot pancakes. “Good morning,” Son said to Bobby.

“What’s up buddy?” Bobby said. “How many pancakes do you want?”

“None,” Son answered. “I’m not hungry.”

“What?” Bobby said. “You’re always hungry.”

“I’m just not that hungry this morning.”

Bobby only lived with him for two months, but he knew when something was wrong. “C’mon, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Son said. “I’m just not-” Bobby began to tickle Son in the ribs. Son laughed and giggled, but his happiness soon faded. “I miss Tom.”

Bobby understood. Tom was like a real parent to son, but he lived near Son’s evil aunt and uncle, so Son couldn’t be with him. “Really?” Bobby said.

“Yeah,” Son said. “I mean, you’re awesome, Bobby, but I sort of miss Tom.”

“Oh,” Bobby said. “Don’t feel bad about me. I understand.” The boy had a troubled life, and there was no telling otherwise. Today was his lucky day.

Later on in the afternoon, the guys were watching television,when there was a knock at the door. Bobby walked over to the door and saw a man and a woman. “Hello,” They said simultaneously. They gave the man a one-toothed grin.

“Hello, you must be the extirminators,” Bobby said.

“Uhh…” They said. “Yeah.”

“Come on in,” Bobby said.”I’ll show you the cellar. That’s where the roaches are.” Bobby motioned them to come inside and into the living room. When the people stepped into the living room, Son immediatley  ran into the other room. He knew who they were. They were his evil Aunt and Uncle from Detroit.

“Uhh…,” the woman said. “We like to get to know our clients, so let’s start. My names Matilda and this is Eugene. Do you have any kids?  Perhaps a son?”

Bobby was unaware of who they were, but he was still wary of them. “There is someone living with me, but i’m just his foster father. Let me go find him.” Bobby walked off and looked for Son.

Meanwhile, Son had climbed into a dryer and shut the door. When he saw Bobby walk by him, he opened the door and called for him. Bobby flinched and turned around. “What are you doing in the dryer?” Bobby asked. “There are a few people in the living room waiting to see you.”

“Well,” Son said. “I’m not gonna see them.”

“Why not?” bobby asked.

“That’s them,” So said.

“That’s wh-” But Bobby realized what son meant right then. “Is it really?”

Son nodded. He closed the door and hid in the dryer. Bobby walked off into the living room to tell them his son was sleeping, but they weren’t there. Bobby looked all around, but they were nowhere in sight. “Son!” He yelled. “Get out of here!”

son heard the call and Leaped out of the dryer and sprinted out of the house. He ran as fast as he could, but his little legs wouldn’t carry him fast enough. The evil man and woman abducted him and drove away. They made it all the way back to Detroit and locked him in their concrete spare bedroom. He felt cold and alone. This had a happened so fast and he was now all alone.

The next morning, the people put him back t work like they did the first time they had him in their clutches. He washed the windows, dusted the bedrooms, vacuumed the house, made all the beds, took out the trash, emptied the dishwasher, and did many other various chores that were purely torture to him. when he went out to mow the lawn, which had grass taller than him, he looked hopefully over to the apple tree to see if Tom would miraculously appear, but he wasn’t there. Son sighed and started the motor.

Somehow, out of pure hope and prayer, a little spark of miracle sprinkled into the day. Tom, the man who had saved son from the horrible chores, had appeared by the fence near the apple tree. When Son looked over one last time, his heart nearly sprang out of his chest. he left the lawn mower and vaulted over the fence and hugged Tom tighter than ever before.

“Hey kid,” Tom said. “Let’s get you out of here.” The friends ran to Tom’s car, hopped in and drove off. They drove to new york and stayed in a hotel for a few weeks. They caught up and talked about how their lives have been and how much they missed each other.

“I missed you so much, Tom.” Son said. “I can’t believe you came back!”

“I couldn’t leave my best buddy,” Tom said.

“But,” son said. “How did you know I was in trouble?”

“I don’t know,” He answered. “I  just got a feeling.” 

“Well I’m glad you did,” Son said. They hugged. After a few weeks of living in NYC, there was a knock at the door. Tom knew who it was and leaped out the window with Son. They landed in the car and sped off into traffic. Eugene was right behind him. He shot a gun at Tom’s tires. They popped and the boy and the man slid into a brick wall. Matilda leaped out into the middle of the road and snatched Son up out of the car. Son struggled and called for Tom, but Matilda was too strong. Tom saw what was happening, and tackled Matilda to the ground. Son ran off and waited for Tom in an alleyway. It was night before Tom got to him. son hugged him and they drove off for the north.

“Where can we go now?” son asked, “They follow us everywhere.”

“Canada.”

“That’s north.” 

“Yep.”

Canada was the only place son would be safe. Tom drove past niagra falls while Son was asleep. The lights lit up the entire place and the falls looked beautiful. It was quiet and Tom stopped in front of a lodge. He carried Son into the lodge and layed him down on a bed.

When Son woke up the next Morning, he smelled Pancakes. The smell carried him from his bed into the kitchen and got him his plate and helped him eat his food. He thought he was back at home. HGe opened his eyes and he saw Tom. Although He wasn’t at home, he was in a better place. With Tom.

“We’ll be safe here,” Tom said.

“You mean I’ll be safe here. You’re gonna leave again.”

Tom paused. “No, I’m not.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m staying here with you.”

Son’s face lit up and he knocked Tom into the floor with a hug. He was excited and he was finally able to stay with his best friend. And, as you could say, they lived happily ever after.

But, as for the Aunt and Uncle, they were arrested for giving a child horribly inhuman chores to do. But, aren’t all chores like that? 

As a punishment, they had to do chores for the rest of their lives. Tom and Son were finally happy. And they lived a perfectly wonderful, chore-free life.

The End

Running Away

A boy once lived with his parents and they were a happy family. They lived in the mountains of tennesse. They had a great home in the middle of the forests atop the mountains. Life was perfect for them. One day, the boy went to see if his parents were making a big breakfast. They were and he came into the kitchen to watch them. He watched his father flip the eggs as his mother made the bacon. Then, the boy noticed a lantern next to the stove. He was old enough to know that karosine was flamable. So, he picked up the lantern to move it, but he accidentally dropped it on the stove. Immediately, the karosine Ignited, engulfing his parents in flames. His parents were lifted by helicopter to a hospital, where they were pronounced…well…you get the picture.

The boy was devastated that he had taken his parents life by trying to help them. Then, a man in a black tuxedo approached him. He said, “I know how you feel. The same thing happened to my parents.” The boy felt like he had some hope. He told the hospital he wanted to go live with the man, but his parents had left a letter in a jewelry box naming his godparents. The boy wondered, “Where could they possibly be sending me to?” He son found that he was living with his step-aunt’s cousin’s brother’s step- 3rd-cousin’s sister’s 4th cousin’s aunt and uncle (twice removed). But, how was a small child at the age of nine supposed to remember that?

He arrived in their cozy home-and I use that term lightly-only to find them grinning a big one-toothed grin at him. They boy’s…uh…relatives…i guess…lived in the big concrete jungle of detroit. This wa probably the biggest change of the boy’s life. He was used to living in a calm and warm home in the maountains and now he moved to a cold, loud, crackhouse in the middle of….sorry that was getting kind of rambly. Well, he began his first night there on a small cot that was hard to lay on and felt like a pile of bricks. It was cold because they didn’t pay the electricity bill and there were spiders crawling on the floor because they were too cheap to call an extirminator. He didn’t know how he would be able to stay there until he was eighteen. He still had nine more years to go. He fell asleep anyway last night and awaited morning.

He awoke to a yell from the female relative. He hadn’t remembered what happened and assumed he was still at his old house. He slowly walked into the kitchen with his eyes closed trying to smell what was cooking. He took a big wiff and smelled something very unfamiliar. He quickly opened his eyes to find that the male relative was smoking a cigar. It all came back to him. He ermembered where he was and what unfortunate thing happened to him. “Hey, sleepy head!” the female yelled in his ear. “My name’s Matilda and this is Eugene.” She pointed to the man. “You have quite a few chores to do!” she yelled. “I want you to sweep the floor, clear out all the cobwebs from the windows, clean the stove, pick some apples from the tree in the front yard…and the horrible list went on for a long time. She handed him a paper with all the chores on it in case he forgot. And, all the poor boy did was nod his head and say, “Yes ma’am.”

He began to do the long list of chores starting with sweeping the floor, then, clearing the cobwebs, then, cleaning the stove, then, he got to picking the apples. He started to pick the apples, when a man in a black suit came up to the tree. “Hey, boy,” he said. “Remember me?”

The boy looked up at the man and a huge grin came across his face. “I knew you’d find me,” he whispered.

“I couldn’t just leave you here with these terrible people. I had to rescue you,” said the man. “Now, hop the fence, kid. Quick, before the come out to check on you.”

The boy dropped the apple and did as the man said. He hopped the fence and ran off with the man. They climbed in to his black sedan and started off to an airport. “So, what’s your name?” the boy asked.

“Tom,” he said. “Tom Wagner. What’s your’s?”

“Son,” he said.

“No, I mean you name. Not what your parents call you,” said the man.

“Well, I figured if I call them Mom and Dad then they could just call me Son. And, it stuck,” said Son.

Tom was confused. How could a parent become so lazy as to not name their son with a real name? Well, it wasn’t his call whether or not a name was good. Anyway, they kept on driving towards the airport, but by then, his relatives had already found out and began to track him down.

When they arrived at the airport, they bought tickets to Miami, Florida. They were sure they wouldn’t find him there. Tom stayed with Son in Miami for a few days and eventually began to become attached to him. They played games and made breakfast every morning. They began to love each other. Then, Matilda arrived at he door to greet him. Tom immediately recognized her in her diguise and took Son to his rental car and they drove to the miami airport. Of course, Eugene was following   the plane, but they jumped off into Oklahoma. They rented a hotel there because now, they knew that the relatives would follow them.

They weren’t there for long, when Eugene came to the door as a mailman. Again, Son and Tom leaped into the car and drove off. This time, they went to a bus station. “To Death Valley!” yelled Tom. The driver hit the gas and drove straight to the valley. The road was narrow and rocky. Son eventually fell asleep on the long ride over to the valley and dreamed of him and his parents in their cozy, mountain home in Tennessee.

When they arrived at the valley, Tom stayed with Son for, again, a few weeks. After three weeks, Tom told him, “I’m going to leave you here. You can’t come stay with me because they will find you. I live close to them, so if you stayed with me, They would find you very quickly. Stay here and don’t follow me.”

Son was broken. He was left again. He had no parents to look after him. He would be alone. “Please,, don’t go!” he yelled. “Who will take care of me?”

“Oh, that’s right,” said Tom. “I’ll have my friend who lives around here come look after you. I have to go.” 

“But he won’t understand me like you do!” Son cried pitifully.

“I’m sorry, Son. I can’t stay here. I have to go home. All my valuables are there. Trust me you’re safer here.” he began to walk out the door, when Son approached Tom. He held out a piece of cloth from his clothing.

“I’ll miss you,” he said and handed him the cloth because that was all he could give him. Tom left and didn’t look back.

End of Camp

Well, Our writer’s camp is coming to an end and I would like to say a few things about it…

Writer’s camp was a great experience for me. It was fun, free, and very helpful. I’m definitely coming back next year. The instructors were all very nice and smart with valuable intelligence in writing. They helped me hands on in expanding my writing and making it fun. One thing I’ll remember first about writer’s camp is when we got to go outside to complete a writing piece. It was very fun and enjoyable.

My favorite part of writer’s camp was when they let us have a vague topic to expand on. That let me feel free and fun. I really felt like I was able to really express myself. Plus, I’ve never made a blog before and I really like the fact that I have one now and I can write on it all the time.

I would like to have done more blog writing at writer’s camp. I think it really helps me express myself in any way I want. It also gives me more time to expand on my ideas.

I don’t think they should change anything at all. I think the camp was perfect how it is. I’m coming back next year and as many years as I can. This was the funnest day-camp experience I’ve ever had.

Mrs. Blanche White: Guilty

A murder at the Body house left many suspects, but it had to be Mrs. Blanche White. She’s been in that old house for…God only knows how long…she’s probably old and senile by now. She must have had plenty of time to kill him. They were having a party. They wouldn’t notice if she wasn’t doing her job. Plus, she knows her way around the house. Mr. Body may have pushed her to this. She’s been told time and time again to clean and make dinner. Maybe the man was mean to her and treated her like a slave. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Yes, I’m sure that’s what happened. I mean she works with in the kitchen with knives, forks, and even the incredibly deadly Spoon! She had to have done it.