I’ve decided that I should try something new as I’m getting close to 200 visitors! I’m holding a writing competition that has to be 400 words or less and the theme is….
World War
It could be in the future or in the past but I’d like it to be like an Anne Frank diary. Good Luck!
June 23rd 2014
Today was the day the unexpected happened. All of the electricity in Australia has been destroyed. Some of us fled the city but all of the flights have been canceled, we are all trapped in a cage. It’s been a week since the power out and all of us are suffering. The power stations have all been destroyed, set on fire and crumbled to dust. Our life will change forever.
June 24th 2014
Not only has all the needed electricity disappeared but all the positive energy has too. My brother locked himself in his room yesterday, he said he just wanted to be alone, I could even hear the sour tone through the door. I think I’m coping well with the harsh conditions as my other two brothers slithered into their locked rooms today. I’m alone in the house as my parents have gone to search for tools and supplies as things are starting to break in the house such as pipes and useful wires.
June 25th 2014
Although it feels like my three brothers have distanced themsleves from my parents and I, I’ve enjoyed roaming the empty halls with my only companion, my diary. My parents seem to spend all their time walking along the beach enjoying life without the technology they never understood. I’ve liked no technology because in my opinion I’m not the type of person who thinks locking themselves in a room is going to make them feel better and also, I give people a mean glare whenever they pull out a phone or IPad out when there at the table or at an innapropiate time. Unfortunately, in my house I’ve learned to live with the fact that my brothers don’t care.
June 27th 2014
Fear has overcome me now… I’m on the edge of locking myself in my own room. All of the things that could go wrong have happened… The roof that holds the house together is curving in and in a few days it will collapse upon all of us. I fear we will die from the roof our something else will kill us.
for more facts go to http://www.tealdragon.net/humor/facts/facts.htm
1,525,000,000 miles of telephone wire a strung across the U.S.
101 Dalmatians and Peter Pan (Wendy) are the only two Disney cartoon features
with both parents that are present and don’t die throughout the movie.
12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.
5% of Canadians don’t know the first 7 words of the Canadian anthem, but know
the first 9 of the American anthem.
85,000,000 tons of paper are used each year in the U.S.
A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.
A cockroach can live several weeks with its head cut off.
A cow produces 200 times more gas a day than a person.
A dragonfly has a lifespan of 24 hours.
A giraffe can go without water longer than a camel can.
A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.
A hard working adult sweats up to 4 gallons per day. Most of the sweat evaporates before a person realizes it’s there.
A hedgehog’s heart beats 300 times a minute on average.
A man named Charles Osborne had the hiccups for 6 years.
A mole can dig a tunnel 300 feet long in just one night.
A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.
A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.
My name is Anna, I’m 16 and I go to Sterling High School. I’m your typical day dreamer school girl, but so much more… Inside I’m an unleashed cheetah! It’s like giving an artist a blank piece of paper and asking them to do whatever they want.
My crush is Alex Park, I know it’s odd of me to tell you this but that’s the whole story. He’s so cute, his hazel brown eyes, delicate hands, not even a hair out of place and his deep voice quiet but shy. I never had enough courage to even talk to him, he’s popular which makes it difficult. Let alone that all the girls in the popular group fight over him. Even the wannabe popular people adore over them also known as the dorky girls with glasses and seem to always have pimples on their face. But honestly, I would fight ove him too if it wasn’t for Victoria Brown…. The most evil little devil I’ve ever met, she knows everything about everyone and all their secerets. She ruins peoples lives….
Why do I hate her? Three years ago June 15, officially the worst day of my life. My freind I’ve known ever since we were babies, who stood by my side and fought the long cold wars against Victoria dropped out of school. It was all Victoria’s fault, but because her idiotic Dad so happens to be the principal he took her side with no hesitation. Everyday of my friend Josie’s life at school, she was bullied, I think you can guess who was clearly guilty. I still talk to Josie and we still meet up but it’s just not the spark we used to have.
Anyways, today was…unusual. At first period Alex held the door open for me and welcomed me with a rose. Then at lunch Victoria was nice for once and complimented me on my hair. But since Vic is the leader, everyone followed and smothered me with compliments. Also on my walk home I bumped into Alex who looked like he planned this. He stood there with the most crimson roses I’ve ever seen, “I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie sometime or maybe get a bite to eat?” He asked with a smile on her face. Without hesitation I nodded. Suddenly out of the blue, Vic struts towards me with a sour smile. I waved but she rudely ignored. “Ha you think he likes you? Are yo stupid? This was all planned, the compliments, everything. He doesn’t like you! You are to ugly.” She snapped walking away with Alex hand in hand. That was the day I dropped out of school.
if you are bullied and need help, talk to someone. It’s probably the best you can do other then standing up for yourself. If you stand up for yourself, you show the bully that you are not afraid, that just because they can bully you doesn’t mean they have to. So why back down? Why let them do it? If you don’t stop it soon, it will get out of control. So to conclude, even a little conversation with someone can change your future.
for more go to http://www.livin3.com/blogs/positive-life-blog/9939728-50-cool-and-weird-fun-facts-that-you-should-know
You breathe on average about 5 million times a year.
Months that begin on a Sunday always have a Friday the 13th in them.
You are born with 300 bones, by the time you are an adult you will have 206.
The average lead pencil will write a line about 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words.
One fourth of the bones in your body are in your feet.
The present population is expected to rise to 15 Billion by the year 2080.
The largest recorded snowflake was 15 inches wide and 8 inches thick
Coca-Cola would be green if the food colorant wasn’t added.
“Almost” is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.
Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.
Cockroaches can live several weeks with their heads cut off.
It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.
It is against the law to burp, or sneeze inside a church in Nebraska.
Earth is the only planet not named after a god.
The world’s oldest piece of chewing gum is over 9,000 years old!
To produce a single pound of honey, a single bee would have to visit 2 million flowers.
One in Five adults believe that aliens are hiding in our planet disguised as humans.
A broken clock is right two times a day.
11% of the World is left handed.
A duck’s quack doesn’t echo anywhere, no one knows why.
I’m afraid I have decided to discontinue the small murders related to Case Closed. I’m so sorry but it’s really hard and difficult whilst it takes a lot of time… I’m terribly sorry if this is disappointing news! But this is also an update on what posts should be coming up!
Perfect Movie Scene
Case Closed part 3
Fun Fridays
100 wcs
More stories!
I did this with The Hunger Games and based a description on the movie and now I’m going to do that with the Fault In Our Stars!
I lay there on the damp grass beaming up at the glittery stars thinking this is where I should be. Tears are trickling down my pale cancer filled face as Augustus walks alongside of me. But he hesitates as his fake leg is difficult to handle, I always wondered what it was like to have a fake leg and I couldn’t imagine it, having to sit down, walk and even run sometimes. Then again I bet Gus wonders what it would be like to have stage 5 cancer and terrible lungs. He sits down and looks at my face that is now drowned in tears “What?” I sniffle.
“You’re beautiful even when you cry Hazel Grace.”
“You know how to comfort a crying girl.”
“No, it’s just cause you are truly beautiful, all of the time I’ve spent with you you’ve been not a typical girl,”
“Typical?”
“OMG my hair looks so ugly…. That boy just looked at me, I think he wants to get married to me!” he says in a high pitched tone.
I laugh. Gus and I have always had the same sense of humor ever since we met in Support Group. “What you up to?”
“I was just looking at my swing set when I always used to play on. ” It was old and rusty and the pale red paint is now dark crimson which is pealing off, and the giant ditch under the swing was where I’d push off and swing extremely high. “I know it’s stupid of me but I just want to be normal… cancer free, like I’m trying to fly away but my cancer is the weight on my shoulders.”
He smiles at me like I’m the sunshine. “I love when you talk like that,” he says still smiling, “Anyways, we need to get this poor swing set a proper home.”
He pulls out his laptop and sends an email saying POOR INNOCENT UNUSED SWING SET NEEDED. “I love you…” he says staring at me right in the eyes.
“Y-you can’t…,” he makes a puzzled face, “look I would definitely fall in love with you but I’m a girl with cancer, I’m a grenade… one day I’m gonna explode and obliterate everything in my path. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“In this world you just can’t protect people… There’s nothing that is going to stop me, If I could stop my love I would but my love is like a speeding train and it’s heading to your heart, it’s got no brakes, nothing to stop me.”
I’m just an ant in this world, just waiting to be crushed to nothing… Why does life have to suck?
Hello this is another World War story I thought you might like it as Emily really did! Go check out her blog! emilyhp5.edublogs.org
The Ship
“Wake up, wake up!,” My mother says shaking my shoulders gently, “Your father will be waiting for us in London.”
I slowly rise as my mother brushes my silky cheek. “Today’s a big day.”
Standing on the chilled wooden planks I parade to the coat hanger slipping on my velvet coat, boots and hat which has a slick blue feather on the top. My mother is frantically getting ready putting on her rose lipstick. She was always like my father, brave but unorganized. My father left us three months ago as he is apart of the army and was forced to fight in London although he left us on very short notice, in fact he didn’t even say goodbye to me but he left a letter explaining for his absence.
There was something odd and unusual about the eery silence, my stomach was telling me something… warning me. As quick as a knife, I hear a deafening whack of a tank, my mother looked at me with her eyes wide open and her lipstick half put on. I draw the curtains violently and there I see just down the street an army of large muscular tanks strolling down with gunman at every crack and hole. Before I can show the panic to my mother, people flood the streets urging towards the ship S.S Darling, all I can describe is panic spread like ink on a blotter. My mother grabs my hand and drags me out the front door onto the streets where people with terrified faces rush to the ship. You can hear the pain and fear in their cry for help. A lady rushes past with a baby who’s crying her eyes out. “We’re all going to die!,” she yelps, “die!.”
My mother was usually a polite person who let people in front of her whilst walking but she was shoving and pushing as hard as she could through the sea of people, I don’t blame her we are fighting for our lives. My hands are still connected to my mother’s but I can feel the sweat slipping us apart. Suddenly, a man rushes between our linked hands and separates us. “Mother!” I cry hoping she will grab my hands before she is lost in the buzzing crowd of bees but she is immediately sucked in and I can’t see or hear her. “Meet me at the ship!” she screams at the top of her lungs. I sprint past the petrified faces and screams reaching the overloaded docks as I hear the ringing horn of the ship signalling that it’s leaving the station. My heart sinks to the floor as I see my mother upon the top deck of the leaving ship. “Mother!” I cry.
“Of course. Excuse me Sir.” I reply as I leave the room making sure to lock it behind me. “It’s to do with the blood and fingerprints, I was taking a second look at them and its impossible for it to be Angus because the blood is mixed with a solution that is only used by us police! And there is no way he could make the solution because we have the only machine that can brew it,” he explains, “concluding that Angus couldnt have done it unless he broke in to the police station but i asked the guards to check the security tapes and nothing was traced. So that means someone in the police force has possibly killed Scarlet Smith. And the fingerprints have changed! They no longer lead to Angus but to no one! I checked on the system three times and the fingerprints still lead to no one, someone used fake fingerprints and put them on Scarlet to mislead us.” I stand there shocked at what I’ve heard. “Angus didn’t kill her? Then who did…” I say very puzzled. Walking back to the questioning room once again, I’m completely stumped… Whoever used fake blood and finger prints must be clever and they have to be on the police force. “You can go now.”
“What changed your mind huh?” He says as I open the door.
“The blood and fingerprints are fake.” I say in a disappointed tone.
“Wonderful I can get out of this stupid place.”
He finally leaves as I begin to think. Tick. Tock. The hours go by as my mine boggles. Who? Why? “Think, think, think.” I quietly murmur to myself. “Detective Wallas the station is closing.” the chief says after knocking on the door. “Alright, can I take the police records home for the case?” I ask leaving the questioning room. “Okay fine with me as long as you bring them back.” He says with sly smile.
I head home glancing through the records seeing if i can get any information. My plans for sleeping tonight are out of the question. I flipped through each page as my thoughts spun round my head. Why would someone in the police force kill Scarlet?
Today was the big day. A big one! Today was the race, today was my time, it has to be today… Today. Static electricity buzzes through me, my eyes flicker with pure energy.
It was the day that I could beat Sarah Wood, the fastest runner in 8th grade the winner in swimming competitions, athletic competitions, fashion shows, she was even on the news once. It’s ridiculous! She’s just too perfect, I bet instead of blood in her body it’s just gooey pink perfectness that tastes like rainbows. Everybody admires her except me, ever since we were young we’ve been at a never ending war in competitions but she always came out as a star, even in my mothers eyes… It’s unbelievable that she always gets into the finals of everything!, I’m serious give other people a chance to actually see what the finals can be like, no matter what Sarah is chosen for everything, sports, music, school. Did I mention she’s a straight A student and a teachers pet?
Anyways today is the running race, I’ve been training for three months now and my hopes are high in the sky to win. I can already feel the presence of Sarah adjacent to me giving me a dirty look. “Get ready to lose Amy.” She says with a sly, evil grin. It’s taking my every strength not to rip that cheesy grin off her face. I grit my teeth and ignore her obnoxious comment. “Girls please.” I hear the referee announce. “She started it.” she snorts. “On your mark,” he continues, Time seems to freeze as I hear the dramatic thump of my beating heart, I’m sweating already although the race hasn’t even started. “Go!” he shouts but before I can take my first step I tumble forwards realizing Sarah had tied my shoelaces together. The shock almost brings tears to my eyes, the whole race is laughing at who? Me. I even catch the referee grin and giggle. I go into my own world, tuning out from the terror in the real world. I picture my dad and me sitting in our favorite spot where the dandelions grew, counting each individual one. “1,2,3,4,5,6… ” we’d chime. Not only did we have great times but he was the best dad I could ever have. Until, my Mother decided he was too ‘childish’ and divorced him. I never understood love, but I know that probably the reason of the divorce.
I snap back into reality and Sarah’s snobby face is chuckling infront of me. “She just doesn’t belong here!” She laughs.
“Shut your faces!” I snap back.
“Excuse me? What did you say little brat?”
” Your just a mean, selfish, evil little girl who is too bored with her own miserable life so she decides to ruin someone else’s!”
The next minutes were a bit of a blur. All I can remember is fists and pain… When I finally wake I’m in the nurse’s office who’s holding an ice pack on my eye. “Ah your awake, perfect time to take your medicine.”
“What happened?” I stammer still half asleep.
“Well you got into a bit of a fight, You said something then she got mad at you and threw the first punch at I think you know how that all ended up.”
I hear a knock at the door to see someone I probably should’ve expected. The principal Mrs. Brooks. “Hello Amy, I’d like to have a little chat.” She says as I see Sarah peek around the corner. I’d could tell by the tone this wasn’t going to be a lirrle chat.