The Dictionary Of Made Up Words Part 1

A
Aphliboni  4
(a-fil-bon-ee)
 Verb
1. Meaning to play hop-scotch in a dark ally on a Tuesday at 3:30 P.M.
Use: "Lets go aphliboni."

B
Billicongo  4
(bill-i-kong-oo)
Interjection
1. Used in a brawl to tell someone with the name of Horton that they are doing a good job.
Use: "Horton, BILLICONGO!"

C
Cingarshoe  3
(king-are-shoo)
Noun
1. Another way to say that a clock has stopped working at the time of 4:32 A.M. and 18 seconds.
Use: "That clock has cingarshoed.

D
Dishola  3
(dee-sho-la)
Conjunction
1. A different way to say the word and.
Use: "I ate a cookie dishola a slice of cake.

E
Elaponterair  5
(eh-la-pont-rr-ehr)
Verb
1. The form of walking that makes you look like you are a gazelle dragging a wounded lion through the Serengeti.
 Use: "That guy over there is elapontairing to the park."

F
Forkarion  4
(fork-ehr-ee-on)
Noun
1. The name of the theory that California will break off of the United States and float across the Pacific Ocean. It will then crash into China creating a 0.1 magnitude earthquake in England.
Use: "Thank you for joining me at this press conference to talk about the new scientific theory, Forkarion."

G
Ginin  2
(jin-in)
Noun
1. A different way to say the number two.
Use: "Okay kids, it's time to count to ten. Ready, one, ginin, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

H
Hilliperinoluginalphobia  11
(hill-ip-r-in-all-oo-jin-ull-fo-bee-a)
Noun
1. The phobia that a clip board will eat your arm at 3:51 A.M.
Use: I have hilliperinoluginalphobia.

I
Ix  1
(ix)
Verb
1. A form of running that makes you look like a frog jumping off a lily pad but being eaten by a snake in mid air.
Use: And now, here are the contestants for the 100 Yard Ix Dash

J
Jockmentary 5
(jok-you-men-tar-ee)
Noun
1. A documentary for a jock.
Use: Hey bro, want to come look at my jockumentary?

K
Klimo  3
(k-lie-moe)
Adjective
1. A shorter way to say: neat gucci cool awesome swag swell all at once.
Use: That is a pretty klimo shirt you got there.

L
Lobono  3
(loe-boe-no)
Noun
1. The name of a calculator company that sells keyboards.
Use: Hey, lets go to the store and buy some Lobono merch.

M
Mip  1
(mip)
Noun
1. The name of the new state that will be added to the United States in 2034.
Use: I'm taking a road trip to Mip this summer.

The Third Wave Feminism Rant

           Okay, so I have a VERY unpopular opinion in this school, you wanna hear it? Okay, here I go-feminism is not needed in the western world, whoa put your torches and pitchforks down! I have evidence!
            The first thing I want to tackle is the gender wage gap. Long story short, it doesn't exist, long story long, here's why. The Equal Pay Act made it illegal to pay someone based on their gender. It was signed by J.F.K on June 10, 1963, according to the U.S.A Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.

            The Pay Gap exists because women tend to pick lower paying jobs, take more time off and are less likely to ask for a raise; here is a FEMALE HARVARD PROFESSOR debunking the wage gap.
            Another, smaller complaint feminists have is man spreading. Really? There are women who can't go out of the house without a male guardian, can't go to school, get acid thrown in their face, and get stoned if she gets raped, but no, a man sitting comfortably is such a disaster! Alert the Media! Oh wait, you already did. And I don't see men complain about "bag spreading".

            And women already have more rights than men, such as

1.) Women have the right to genital integrity.

2.) Women can vote without signing up for the draft

3.) Women get lower sentences for the same crime

4.) Women have the right to domestic violence shelters

Here's a link if you want to read more.
 
      That concludes my right-leaning rant, now I know most people in this school are left-leaning, so debate me in the comments, I will reply. Please keep it civil.

The Concierge's Dog pt.1

   My life was brilliant. I had the most wonderful life and I wouldn't have had it any other way. She loved me. A bond that couldn't be broken. Well, it was. She's gone. Gone. I never even imagined it being this way.
    She was cooking salmon one night, but left the burner on. It somehow started a house fire. I suddenly woke up one day; not in my comfy, little bed on the floor, but on the cold, wet cement.
   I heard people talking about how my owner was dead. Dead in a house fire. I feel like I am now.

Your Comfort Place

I've seen your first steps and the way you waddled.

I remember your new dog.
                        Bucky, was it?
 Your first bus ride.

Yellow and black, taking you away.

I was there when you broke your arm climbing on me.

That day you got your first friend.

You started to bring more people to play on me.
                                         Suddenly you stopped though.
             Playing on me that is.
 I foresaw your first kiss when you started hanging out with that girl.

She was sweet, really.

You were very nice to her,
                                           and she loved you for it.
Those sobs still haunt me, the day that Bucky died.

You left me for a while.
                              Until you came back, to sit underneath me.
I listened while you ranted about college and how stressful it was.

My favorite memory was that time you proposed.

She was very lovely.
                                    Both of you were childhood friends.
Since that moment you rarely came again.

Once in a while, you would take your darling children to visit me.

They grew older and taller every time they came to see me.

You kept on growing too;
                                      Older, plumper, and happier. 
 Every time I saw you, a few more gray hairs laid atop your head.

Your children's children saw me too.

The visits you treated me with became less and less until it stopped.

The saddest thing, to me, was seeing your children and relatives weep over your death.

One of the most amazing parts of my life was watching  you grow up.

Thank you, for choosing me to be your comfort place.

The Journey

The spray of the ocean

A cold breeze 

The warm sun

A bird

The sun blocked out 

Missing 

What though?

The coldness of the ocean

The sun going away

Sinking

Floating

A nudge of an animal 

Darkness

A rope 

A net 

Pulled

The sun

Flopping fish 

A two-legged creature 

A hand

A bag 

Darkness 

Light 

The same hand 

Another hand 

A knife 

Afraid 

A market 

Another hand 

A home

My home

My warm sun-filled home

My safe home

My new

 happy home 

My great home!

How are my parents different?

My parents are polar opposites
Dad loves international travel
Mom loves in-state travel
Mom is an extrovert
Dad is an introvert
Dad is tall
Mom is short
Mom loves to do the dishes
Dad does not
Dad is open minded to food
Mom only wants to eat what she likes
Mom loves tacos
Dad could care less
Dad has hair on his chin and not on his head
Mom has hair on top of her head and not on her chin
Mom is not good at math
Dad has a minor in math
Dad tells me to dress functionally
Mom helps me dress fashionably

Colorado

The warm breeze cooling
 your body
The smell of pine and dirt
The sun shining down on your face.
The blue sky, beaming down at you.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Birds singing songs of joy.
Just close your eyes and picture this,

 in the middle of winter.

The mountains

High mountain tops

Swerving rivers 

Water always leaving 

Mountains never swaying 

Clouds crawling into the corners 

Shadows coming from above 

Light still shining out of the ever clouding eyes 

And the mountains still staring in 

The river may flow and die 

But the mountains will only grow 

The clouds may cover the eyes once shining with the sun

But the mountains will only grow

The thunder cracks my heart in two

As once blue sky falls to gray

People rush by building dams 

But nothing works the clouds have covered and the river has died 

The sky is gray

The sun is gone

And the rain falls 

The Rise of Taylor Hall (trailer)

      I was in for a breakaway. I looked at Herik Lundqvist in his eyes and gave him a glare, he still seemed confident. That's when I knew that was it. I tried to flick the puck unexpectedly to the left. He expected it.
" HONK!" The buzzer rang in my ears. The game was over.
      I turned over to coach. He had a disappointed look on his face. We lost 1-2 against the New York Rangers. I could kiss our three win streak goodbye. Travis Zajac shook his head at me in disappointment. He had gotten the only goal of the game.
" It's ok," Smith-Pelly smiled wide with half of his teeth missing.
" Good game," Henrik snarled. I clenched my jaw and spit into his helmet. As I raced back to the locker room, I smiled a bit. ( More coming soon...)

The Most Wonderful Place

There's something about nature that makes it so enchanting. The calmness and simplicity of it will prove my point. I've looked at the ground before. Usually, all I will see is a chemical coated floor or colored tiles. Now, I see dirt, grass, sticks, plants, .......... poop. It's so relaxing to just look up and see the clouds making shapes. Sunlight on your face, dirt beneath your fingers, and the wind in your hair is literally everything you'll ever need. Even with the chickens clucking and the leaves rustling, you can definitely tell it's a place of peace.

It is a passion

It's a passion
It's what I love
It's my life
It's what I would die to do
It's what I would do day and night
It's been around for years
It's what legends lived for
It's what changed lifestyles once you start
It's a habit
It's basketball

If Ever I Stray (Lyrics) By: Frank Turner

Soooooo, some of you may be wondering why I am writing down song lyrics, but I have a good reason. This song is powerful in that it demonstrates the weight of life, death, and everything in between. And yes, I did listen to the song and write down every single word. Thank you, and enjoy.




Forgive me someone for I have sinned,
and I know not where I should begin,
n' some days it feels like you just can't win
no matter what you do or say.

Things didn't kill me, but I don't feel stronger.
Life is short, but it feels much longer.
When you've lost the fight, yeah, you've lost that hunger
to pull yourself through the day.

But if ever I stray from the path I follow,
take me down to the English Channel,
throw me in where the water is shallow,
and then drag me on back to shore.

'Cause love is free,
and life is cheap,
and as long as I got me a place to sleep,
some clothes on my back,
and some food to eat,
then I can't ask for anything more.
So come on everybody, sing it! 1, 2, 3, 4!

We all have secrets that we hold inside,
they're the worst little things that you never could find,
but the worst one of all that you just can't hide, 
is that you're never quite as strong as you sound.

Sorry baby, for the times I've hurt you.
Sorry friends, for the times I desert you.
Most days it feels like I don't deserve you, 
and I wonder that you're all still around.

So, if ever I stray from the path I follow, 
take me down to the English Channel, 
throw me in where the water is shallow,
and then drag me on back to shore.

'Cause love is free, 
and life is cheap, 
and as long as I got me a place to sleep, 
some clothes on my back, 
and some food to eat, 
then I can't ask for anything more.
So come on everybody, sing it! 1, 2, 3, 4!
 
Come on and join me in the water 
and we'll swim for home.
Sometimes it's hard to remember 
that I couldn't do this on my own.

So, if ever I stray from the path I follow, 
take me down to the English Channel, 
throw me in where the water is shallow 
and then drag me on back to shore.
'Cause love is free, 
and life is cheap, 
and as long as I got me a place to sleep, 
some clothes on my back, 
and some food to eat, 
then I can't ask for anything more!

Won't ask for anything more!

The path I chose isn't straight and narrow,
it wanders around like a drunken fellow.
Some days it's hard for me to follow, 
but if you've got my back I'll go on.
If you've got my back I'll go on.

Circulatory Song/Rap

This goes to whatever beat you like.

Chorus:

This is bout the coolest system

(Oh yeah)

It in her and even him

(Oh yeah) 

Yeah we be tellin you a story

(Oh yeah)

'bout the frickin circulatory

The blood starts in the left ventricle

It travels to the head

Through the Aorta

It may even go up an artery 

Then it go through the ventricle

 To the capillary

(Beat)

Chorus:

This is bout the coolest system

(Oh yeah)

It in her and even him

(Oh yeah) 

Yeah we be tellin you a story

(Oh yeah)

'bout the frickin circulatory

It gets exchanged for a blue blood cell

(Really just a red but without oxygen)

It went up through the vein to the heart

(I can imagine that the trip was Hell)

First it takes a stop at the Vena Cava

*slower* Then it goes up to the Right Atrium 

Chorus:

This is 'bout the coolest system

(Oh yeah)

It in her and even him

(Oh yeah) 

Yeah we be tellin you a story

(Oh yeah)

'bout the frickin circulatory

It goes to its

  brother, the right ventricle

Up to the lungs

Through pulmonary artery 

Where they exchange through the capillaries

The oxygen blood goes to left atrium 

Then the cycle begins again

Chorus:

This is 'bout the coolest system

(Oh yeah)

It in her and even him

(Oh yeah) 

Yeah we be tellin you a story

(Oh yeah)

'bout the frickin circulatory

(Oh yeah)

Yeah we be tellin you a story

(OH YEAH)

About the FREAKING CIRCULATORY

*GUITAR RIFF*

Effects of the Rubber-Duckie Apocalypse

Of course at first, like any other apocalypse, you won't notice much in the beginning. Maybe when you take a bath, your favorite Rubber-Duckie Sir Quacks-a-lot (the one with the top hat a bow tie) has moved. Instead of his normal place on the right side of the bathtub (near the wall) it's on the LEFT! This may not seem like much, you may think "Oh, I bet I just misplaced it" or "Maybe I just forgot where he was." YOUR'E WRONG. This is the start of the apocalypse.

They will get smarter.

They will get stronger.

They will get bigger.

And they will repopulate.

Imagine the world run by adorable, squeaking, minions of Ed, the duck rider. He is the human of legend, some say he isn't even a human. He can command the duckies at his will. When you see those ducks moving, you know Ed, the sorcerer, the duck rider, is becoming stronger. And soon, the human race will fall.

Fall

         My favorite season is the beautiful time of Fall. I think it's the best because all the leaves start to change color and crumble. It doesn't rain or snow too much, and it isn't too hot or too cold. You can play in the leaves in your plaid shirt, then go home and enjoy some hot apple cider. You can see all the squirrels gaining a couple pounds, and starting to find where to hibernate. I really don't see how any season could be better.

Only to find.............Part 2

I'm slowly re-gaining consciousness, only to have an aching pain coming from my head. I gradually look around only to find rusty old pipes, and my hand cuffed to one. I hold on to my head as I yank the hand-cuffs, giving up after awhile. Yelling as loud as I can, " Help, is anyone there?" I'm slowly blanking out again; I can't fight them much longer. Please Daddy save me, please Mommy......I'm sorry.

Twenty-four Hours; Chapters 1-3

Chapter 1- Parker

"The robin is always there when I wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night."

Chapter 2- Amethyst

"The robin is always there when I wake up at night and go to sleep in the morning."

Chapter 3- The Robin

I see Parker every sunrise and sunset. I see Amethyst every moonrise and moonset. I see everything everyday and every night. Sleep never knocks on my door, or rather my tree. Occasionally, I switch branches, but other than that I never move. The house in front of my tree is like a game of chess. The whites move first then the blacks, only this time they never meet. Parker's family works throughout the day, and Amethyst's through the night. Each have never seen, spoke, or learned about the other half and no one ever would. Until Parker and Amethyst came along, night and day had been segregated like the old segregation between blacks and whites. It seems that in all stories, curiosity causes the main plot, but in this particular tale it was all a total accident.

Axe murder hollow

     Linda and Frederic were driving through a wooded, empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
     “We’d better stop,”  said Linda.
      Frederic nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
     Pale and shaking, Frederic quickly turned to check if Linda was all right. When she nodded, Frederic relaxed and looked through the rain-soaked windows.
     “I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Linda, and went out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
      “The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
      Linda swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
     Axe Murder Hollow. Although Frederic hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
      Outside the car, Linda heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
      Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound.  Bump. Bump. Bump.  It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
      Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Frederic must have found a police officer. Linda unlocked the door and stepped out of the car.  As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
      Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Frederic. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
     Linda screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
      “Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
      The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

The Stark Tree

The bleak sun peered down

Through clouds like washed up sand

It illuminated the gentle fog

And gave shadows to the trees

The barn it made a shilloutte

The rolling hills it muffled

Ghosts it sent to roam the ground

There I stood in unearthly silence 

Watching the shadows shift

Breathing in the quiet air

Beneath the old Stark tree

He's Not Coming Home

First time hearing the news

I could hardly hold back the blues

He's not coming home

No matter how brave

He couldn't be saved

He's not coming home

As the bullets did rain

All they brought was pain

He's not coming home

No matter how hard I try

I wish I could have said goodbye

Dad's not coming home

Chasing Hope

It looks different, it smells the same, but it feels different.
I look to my left, there are trees and a lot of luscious green grass.
I walk over and carefully pick up the grass and weave it into my soft fingers.
Looking around I place the grass back down.
The barn looks the same but it all seems different.
Without mother.
It's like chasing hope.

The Impossible Escape -- Prologue

Prologue

The queen lay awake with a troubled thought on her mind -- the same thought that had been swirling around in her head every day for years. A few years ago, the queen had been worried about the fate of her child. Her husband was evil and the queen was worried that her child would be just as evil. She went to see a sorceress and asked about the fate of her child. The sorceress said there was only one way to keep her child from being evil; it was to never be able to have a child.

The queen said she would do whatever it takes to make sure the kingdom wouldn’t be ruled by more evil. The sorceress cast the spell on the queen. The thing that bothered the queen though is that she’s never told the king about the spell. The queen rolls over and shakes the king awake.
    “This better be something important Roxy,” said the king still half asleep.

“This is important James. A few years ago a sorceress put a spe… I mean curse on me that I can never have a child; the curse can never be undone. What are we going to do James?” Roxy said trying to hide the fact that she actually wanted the spell to be cast upon her.
    “Well, what we do is simple, we lock you up here for nine months.Then in nine months, I  will go and steal a newborn baby for the village.”
    “But James…”
    “No buts Roxy, this is what is happening, now I’m going to sleep.”

The next nine months don’t go by fast for Roxy; she spent her time making a nursery in the room directly next to their bedroom. She spent all nine months in the nursery making it perfect for the baby. Every day Roxy told herself that when the nine months are over it will be well worth the wait.

On the day that the nine months is over, James sent one of his men to go into the village and made him pretend that he is doing a check to see how many babies were born that week. That week a sickness like the black plague was going around, but it only affected babies. The man was commanded to bring back one of the babies, so that it could heal. Of course the sickness was fake and so was the part about the baby healing. James made all of that up so that he could get a baby and have Roxy raise it as her own.

Later that day, the man came back with a baby. He said that the mother had given him both of them, but he said that he could only take one of them, king's orders.
    “Good work, now you know too much,” James said.
    “What do you mean sir?”
“I mean you have to die!”

“Why? I did everything that you asked me to do sir.” James took the baby.
“When I get back you will die,” James said walking away; he took the baby up to his bedroom and the nursery for the baby.
“Here is the child, Roxy,” James said after closing the door behind him.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” asked Roxy walking out of the nursery.
“It’s a girl. Now I have a kingdom to run and someone to kill. This child will never see me again.”

“James, please be there for our little girl.”
“No Roxy, that is final, I am not going look after that thing. I am a man and a king, I have more important things to do then to look after a child.” James said angrily.  
The baby started to cry; Roxy takes the baby from James.

“Fine, if you won’t be a part of her life, please at least name her.” Roxy said, rocking the baby back and forth. James started to walk out the door, he turned around.
“Her name is Fiona Young.” James turned back around and walked out the door.

Sarcastic Beauty

You're so beautiful

I must admit

how stunning you look

when you spit in glassy eyes

and call hurtful names

You're truly gorgeous 

when you snicker and snort 

at the incoherent makings

of a crying being 

You make me envious 

of how dreadful 

you look when 

you spit blasphemy 

in the face of innocence 

How beautiful you truly are.

Hills

The rolling hills, extending in front of me for miles. 

A thin sheet of fog nestled in between the green grass.

The beautiful colors of the sunset on the horizon, reflecting its shades of orange on my white blouse.

The sound of silence only being broken by the occasional singing of a bird.

As the night approaches, the gleam of the moon shines on the exposed side of the hills. 

One by one, the stars appear in the beautiful dark blue sky.

I feel peace inside.

The One I Love

She loved the way he talked

In perfect sentences

His breath tickled the air

His words touched her heart

She heard every letter

Spoken ever so crisply

He looked her in the eye

She never wanted it to stop

He sounded like a poet

Pausing after each line.

She knew he loved her

He knew she loved him

Every moment she thought about him

All he could think of was her

No one could separate their bond

Their hands woven together

Their noses practically touching

No one could quite understand

How much they loved each other.

O' Coilean Reviews: Suicide Squad (David Ayer)

Suicide Squad was terrible. That is a popular opinion. I mean, there was the Sky-Portal-Vortex-Thing.

For some reason, everyone gives the most hate to the script. To be honest I can agree. The script was... Well...
It was a












Anyways... I honestly think that the special effects in this movie aren't too bad. Not the best, but not the worst. The characters, while interesting, were vague and shallow. Their motivations were cookie cutter. "Oh you're in jail. You must miss your kid." That kind of thing is the most cliche that they could've thought of. The movie was just a cheesy festival of mundane characters, alright graphics, and bad writing. I personally hope that there isn't a Suicide Squad 2. If they do make that a movie, then DC should get a new director. No offense to David Ayer, but this movie was a 5.75/10 in my book.

Discrimination

where to go?
what to do?
trapped inside a body
whose color doesn't please
holding tightly the hand of my father
what will become of him?
what will become of me?
when will this world

set us free?

Barr Camp

I yawned as I woke up a fortnight ago to go up to Barr camp. "5:30" I said to my brother. "Why are we doing this?" I barely remember what went on that morning, besides going to the wrong meeting point. Eventually, we started trudging up Pikes Peak. We walked at a fairly even pace with a slope of 10° until halfway up, then it got easier and more gradual. In the last 1/2 mile, my whole body hurt. When we finally got to Barr Camp, we all happily took off our ice spikes and went into the cabin to settle in. We spent the rest of the day resting, playing cards and drinking lots of well-earned hot cocoa. Eventually, we all dozed off by 9:00 PM to rest up for the long hike down.

The next morning I woke up around 8:00, and dragged myself into the main room where the people who ran the place made everyone a complementary pancake breakfast. Then we were off and hiking down the trail. Going downhill was much easier than coming uphill. Gravity is a wonderful thing when it works in your favor. A little more than halfway down I took off my spikes, because I knew from yesterday that there was no ice. I was wrong. The little bit of snow that was there melted and turned to ice causing it to be slick.  There was this one part where everyone slipped because of that. Eventually we all got down to the bottom safe and went home. At the end of the trip I was so tired, I did nothing for the rest of the day. Even so, I look forward to another trip to Barr Camp.

Adrift

Lost

Adrift 

You've journeyed out astray 

Now

You've lost your way

In a lake of confusion 

A sea of uncertainty 

You're but one of many

Stuck in the masses 

Drifting about 

Snagging on seaweed and water grasses

Life is wearing you out

If only the currents would take you home

But the water is motionless 

Still 

As clear as glass

And you glance into the past

Yet 

You can't see to the bottom

Clarity is achieved 

Yet you're still depressed 

Downtrodden

Faith is gone 

You no longer believe

I'm Overly Tired

             It's not late into the night, but I'm tired. I have writers block right now, but I want to finish this homework assignment. I don't really know what to write, so I guess I'll tell you what I had written before doing this as my final publish.

 First, I wrote about arctic alligators, which I soon realized is kind of already thing. Albino crocodiles. They had somehow been forgotten by me and I have just recently rediscovered how forgetful I am. My idea was just albino alligators living in the snow and hiding until they could jump out and attack people. Secondly, I had decided to do rainbow animals, but that's stupid. That idea merged into albino giraffes, which are again a thing I've recently rediscovered, and pink dolphins. I don't have much to say about them besides you go queen. 

I figured brainstorming would get me nowhere and changed to just writing out some drafts to see if I could create something somewhat decent. That didn't work. My first piece was a really bad poem about waffles and how they're better than your boyfriend. Next, I created a rambling about pets and how I have a cat who is a chunky boy, not the best description, I know.  

Then, I decided to write about how bad my writing pieces are. So I am finished. I need sleep now. With homework done, I can now ignore the world and sleep for hours until I'm forced to go to school again. I'll enjoy this bliss while I can.

The Roses

Roses red
Violets blue
Sandvich tasty
Rhyming is hard

World War 2 Quickwrite

World War 2 is interesting because you can debate when it actually started. You could disclose that it started when the Nazis took power in 1933, or when Japan invaded Manchuria in 1931. Perhaps when Japan invaded China in 1937, causing the second Sino-Japanese War, but they didn't stop fighting until 1945. Maybe when Germany invaded Poland in 1939. But it didn't really start for Americans until 1941 when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor. The Japanese did this because they thought such an attack would scare the U.S.A into staying out of the war (which was stupid). That's like shooting a bear's cub and not expecting the bear to maul you in return.

Rain

I've lived in many places. Lie the coldest tundras, and the hottest deserts, but where I live now is wonderful. it is full of life, and always moving. I live in a small village, by the ocean. It's called Drop Off Ocean. Now I don't expect you to know about this ocean. The water is clear as crystals, and if you look far enough into the water, you can see a world. Waiting. For what? No one really knows. There is no color in that place. No trees; no flowers. Everyone in my town wants to go down there. But we have everything we need up here. Trees and flowers. That world has nothing. But everyone wanted to go there. We started falling towards the world below. The towns before me hit the ground of that world, and life came. When we hit the ground, we became a flower. The world was still waiting for something..... something sweet.  

The Ocean

The ocean is so much more than an exotic home to millions of fauna and flora.
The ocean is:
A perfect specimen of beautiful chaos
A way to fly
A lesson that teaches us that: obstacles will hit you from every direction and no wave ever breaks without a cause and an effect
A symbol that you can't judge a book by its cover
A emblem of unity
And greatest of all: beauty comes in all shapes and sizes

The Old Indian

His eye
His sad, sad right
eye.  The left,
he lost in the war-
fighting for his people.
It was a long, long time
ago.  He was younger
then, and believed
in everything.

Now there is nothing left
to fight for, and he's not even sure
that he was right.

The wooden beam of his home
            (the tree he axed and heaved and hewed
            with his two strong hands)
Now holds him up.

He ponders the past, those days of conviction,
        when the blood of his veins raged for revenge.

Now he hopes simply to live another day.

One eye missing
One button missing
One thumb missing

He's lost so many things, but gained others --
      wrinkles,
                         scars,
                                        gray hairs.

It's so difficult to smile.

Annador, Chapter three

It came as no surprise that the king knew her name. When he spoke, though, a shiver ran down her spine. As the blood returned to her arm from where the guard had gripped it, an uncomfortable tingling ran up and down it, like insects crawling through her veins. Flexing her hand, she watched the king. He had begun to pace, his exquisite, fur-collared cloak swishing across the marble floor.
    "Why am I here?" Willow's voice was timid, and she winced as it trembled. The king stopped pacing, and stalked closer to the girl. He stood about an inch above her, forcing her to look up into his icy, blue eyes.
    "Don't play dumb girl."  The king looked into her eyes, seeming oddly sure of himself, which only succeeded in further mystifying Willow.
     "Wh-what?" She asked, confused. The king raised a bushy, grey eyebrow.
"Because you don't want an alliance between Nordia and Annador?" Her question echoed in the vast room. The king laughed.
    "Oh please. Don't lie to me. You know where it is."
    "I know where what is?" She pleaded. Her mother had told her the king was dangerous and unpredictable, but Willow was beginning to believe he was on the verge of insanity, if not already gone. The stout man glowered, his blue eyes so cold they could make a polar bear move to the Jahndharian Desert.
"Eventually, you'll come to your senses and tell me. If you don't  give up the location in a week or so, we may have to resort to more... unorthodox methods to coax it out of you."
The king stepped even closer to her, but turned to the guard, and whispered something to him. Then, he stepped back, and smoothed out his shirt.
"Take her back."

Willow sighed as the guard grabbed her arm, and was led back down the hallway to the kitchen. Her sore legs groaned with every step she took, on the verge of giving out. With a grunt, the guard stooped under the rim of the fireplace, kicking up soot and ash as he stumbled. As Willow was pulled into the fireplace, a small idea began worming it’s way into her mind. She pushed it away, more focused on regaining her balance in the stuffy room.

The soot from the fireplace still clung to her hair and face, it left black smears on her arms, and Willow knew after a few more visits to the kitchen, her beautiful blue dress would soon be grey. Impatiently, she pretended to shake off the ash, while trying to get a glimpse at the code the guard tapped into the keypad. With a grunt, the guard jammed his elbow backwards, straight into her face.
    "Don't try, girl. The only way you'll get out of here is in a body-bag." His rough voice  was completely serious, and Willow got the feeling that he knew what he was talking about. The door slid into to the wall, and they descended down the concrete stairs, her feet slapping the cold, grainy steps.
    "Why am I here?" The girl's voice was louder, more confident this time, without the king's intimidating presence. It drew the guard’s piggy gaze, and he narrowed his eyes.
    "You really don't know, do you?" Ash had collected on his face, and darkened the creases that cracked his fleshy cheeky when he spoke. Finally, they reached the foot of the stairs, and, in silence, they walked down the rest of the hallway. About 20 doors lined the walls, protruding sharply from the pale cement which hugged their firm edges. About halfway down the hall, Willow's escort abruptly stopped, jarring Willow mid-step. From his side, he pulled a small, thin object. It's silver sheen was marred with a seemingly random arrangement of marks. Exhaling, he shoved it into a small hole in the wall, and, with a hushed, metallic whir, a series of red lights shone through the hole, circling the peg-like object like sharks. A green light flashed, and the guard pulled it out. It was, Willow realized, a key. With a jerk, the guard pushed open the door, and shoved Willow in.
"Food comes at three." With another of his animal-like grunts, he slammed the door.

With a sigh, Willow stumbled over to the far wall of her square cell, and plopped down on the hard ground, sending a dull pain through her torso. Brushing a strand of ash-dusted hair behind her hair, she looked up at the ceiling, noticing for the first time the grate that allowed sun to shine through the metal bars about five feet above her full height of about 5-and-a-half feet. Oddly, she saw the green bright green of plants, though the opaque white of a ceiling blocked out the sky. As she closer observed it, she thought she saw the glint of glass, or more likely, some kind of protective,  bullet-proof plexi-glass to make sure she had no chance at escaping. As she stared at the grate, her mind drifted back to the king. The way he had acted so certain that she knew where it was. She had no idea what she was even looking for. All she knew was that she needed to get out of here, and find her family before the king carried out his ominous threat of “unorthodox methods”. Frowning, she closed her eyes, hoping to drift away from her dire situation through the tranquil relaxation of sleep.

The story will eventually be continued in Chapter four or Annador. Thanks for reading!

Curveballs Life Throws

When I was young in Mexico, I ran around the house always trying to avoid Magda." Let me play for five more minutes", I demanded,"No, it's time for you to have lunch, and we both know Captain America didn't defeat an entire army on an empty stomach", she said calmly always knowing how to calm me down.

These were the moments I loved. Just, Magda (the hired cook, but basically was my mother) and I. I didn't know then that time was short with her. One year later we moved to Arizona, but Magda stayed in Mexico. I was devastated the woman in my life who turned me into who I am today had been ripped from my life. Eventually I learned to cope with it ,but when I was doing alright, life threw a curveball at me.

Cancer, that's all I could think about. She had been diagnosed with cancer. My heart broke when I heard the news. I couldn't bare it, once again it felt like she was a wave tossed in the ocean; gone right before your eyes. She got better slowly but surely. After this I had decided to never try to avoid anyone I love, but spend as much time as possible with them.

Potatoes

Potatoes are great and magical creatures even though they are gross and I don't like them. French fries, nope! Mashed potatoes, nope! (Even though the dance the mashed potato is fun.) Man, dancing is difficult though... in the play I need to do this dance called the Madison. It's a line dance and complicated. Speaking of lines, my thought of a line is impossible. Even a super long line is just a very skinny rectangle, 2 dimensions. BUT, actually they are 3 dimensional because the graphite (or ink) gets in the paper and is a bunch of little pieces. Kinda like all of the matter in the universe, made of little tiny pieces, atoms.Y' know... atoms actually have magnetic fields, and since they all have the same magnetism they can't touch. Instead of them touching they just push around other atoms with their push. So, you can't touch anything, really. Unless you get in a black hole, maybe. No one REALLY knows what happens in one, maybe the atoms do touch and that's what creates the distortion of time.

It Felt Like Reality

       I felt like I lived here for years by myself in peace. I lived where no one could see, hear, touch, or even find me. I lived where there was no war or hatred. It was always the most amazing and it got even more amazing every day. I felt like I could stay there forever... 

I heard an extremely loud, screeching noise. I heard a voice... It was loud... It was saying something. I was trying to make out the words, but I couldn't. I could hear a faint voice. All I heard was, "Honey, its time to wake up for school!"

My rambling autobiography

I was born on a holiday in Colorado Springs, and the newspaper reporters came into the hospital, but my mom sent them away. She says that all the blood vessels in her eyes had burst, so her eyes were red when I was born. I have never seen the ocean, or left America, but I have been to Michigan. My favorite color is green, like trees in summer, but I also like blue and purple. The longest I have ever been out of Colorado Springs is about two weeks. I love the smell of vinegar, but I hate sweet pickles. When I was little, my dad gave us mini chocolate-chip cookies in milk as cereal, because he owned a vending machine company. Also, my dad brought home a nest of wild tarantulas, but they got loose in our house, and we think the cats ate them. I have moved about six times, and my mom has been married and divorced twice. My uncle was born on Valentines day and my mom was almost born on New years. I have no idea what I'm going to do when I grow up, but so far everyone in my family has been a teacher or a tutor, so I think it may be genetic. 

How to get the Ladies

Hello, my name is xXMinecraftloverXx3000 and today I will teach all you men how to get the ladies.

 First step: Just be yourself.... JK! No one likes your personality, make sure to have an actual cool one. Make sure you do stuff that's actually cool. For example, make sure to announce to everybody that you play Minecraft, they'll love you. Also, read as much Hamilton fan fic as you possibly can. Don't be afraid to tell everybody a summary.

Second step: Make sure you don't use your real name for anything. ie. xXMinecraftloverXx3000. If you're having trouble coming up with a nickname, just look up the most popular names for your gender. 

Third step: Make yourself look cool. You need all the latest fashion. The essentials include parachute pants, a diamond studded shirt, and of course your much needed fanny pack to carry the fruit snacks and all the ladies' numbers.

This has been a guide with your lord and savior xXMinecraftloverXx3000, thanks for reading and good luck with getting the chicks. 

P.S. Don't hesitate sending me some of those numbers.

P.S.S Please I'm so lonely.

A Beautiful Place

I am trapped in this endless world that seems to go on forever. I was born into this place of beauty and horror. Nobody can see or hear this place but me. This world can be an bottomless void, a beautiful world, or a cage that you can not escape. This discreet corner is no ordinary place. It is a world that strange things happen. It is a place where you can stay and not come out. For me, this is a place of imagination, ideas, and thoughts. This wonderful place is my mind.

That Same Old River

        They say that you can never step into the same river twice

       But here I stand in that same old river 

That some pass by, but never go in 

   And that same old fishermen who has never seen a fish

  The same rush of water around my grounded feet

     That same old rock with that same bird that looks at passing twigs never finding the right one 

And here I still stand never swayed

I been in many rivers

But this one never let me go

So here I stand never moving from my spot in the river bay 

So here I stand

Rambling autobiography

 I lied to my parents so I could get glasses. I once flushed my sisters's pet fish when it was still alive. I cheated on a test. I stole my cousin's hats so my dad will get mad at me and send me to my room instead of going to the carnival with him. At hotels I still would push all the buttons before exiting the elevator. I had a crush on a person for three years when he finally asked me out I said, " no". I hate my BFFs boyfriend I want stole my cousins make up. I took the blame for something just because mom threatened to take the WII way. I fainted when Mom made me get shot. Whenever I had ringing in my ears, I would pretend I was a spy sent to take mom and dad to outerspace

A Frosted Flower

The white flower picked from a field fit for a queen. 
From a child's silky hair it flew. 
In sync with the light breeze it went.
Passing over hills and valleys the rose rollicked.
Rising higher and higher the flower gave a performance.
It twirled and twisted, never wanting to stop.
After, a phenomenal display of enjoyment, the flower started winding down.
Ultimately the frosted rose stopped dancing and settled down to rest, perfectly in a field of red. 

Do you remember

Do you remember?
I do
A sunset on the mountain
Our hair itches
Our legs soaked
With mud
And blood
Your bike broke
Mine did too
We had to
Walk back
A mile
Or two
The evil rock
That took us out
Smiled as he got his satisfaction
From our fail
But we just laughed
Because we realized
What a beautiful
Day it was to
Enjoy the sunset
On the mountain

Happily be yourself.

He did it for himself,

       Some people are different and most people probably think they are weird, but I think people should just be themselves. I honestly think it's cool for people to stand out, and I think whether you get judged or not you should do what you want. I think it's very unfair to a lot of people, because most normal people can walk around and not get judged or made fun of. But on the other hand, there are also a lot of people that do stuff like shave there hair or wear weird clothes that get judged or made fun of. And sadly, I am one of those people that occasionally will judge someone that looks weird or if a girl shaves there hair. I know I judge people and since that is unfair, I am trying to stop because those people are JUST BEING THEMSELVES and I think that is awesome to be that brave. Like I said, I am going to try super hard to not judge people and if I see someone making fun of someone I am going to stand up for them. 

          Just be yourself and do what you want in life, and just ignore all the mean people and continue being who you love.  :)

Everyone Leaves

                                                                  The End

            Everyone who has met will part, someone will leave. I guess that's why when people get married it's ''till death do us part' because even if you spend your whole life with someone, there's still always going to be an end. Even if it's just a 'see ya later,' they are still technically leaving. Just not for good. Although, eventually the 'for good' goodbye will come. There's a quote from Peter Pan that I think of and at the end of it it states "Goodbye means forgetting." That one line, for some reason, has always stuck with me. Now, it might not have much correlation to the whole death kind of leaving, but for the 'see ya later', it does. When you leave someone just as a parting of the ways, you're more than likely to forget them. What you've done together, the memories you've made, maybe even who they are. There might be a time where you'll randomly remember something you've done with them or a specific thing will trigger a memory of yours. That's the best part of goodbyes; knowing you've done enough to remember them even after you've split apart, the part where you still have those memories because they meant that much to you. Even if it's a hate relationship, they made you feel a lot and you'll remember that. Perhaps it won't be forever, but for the time being, you still have them with you.