Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My Assignment
My assignment for the newspaper is to work with two of my friends. We have to write about responsibility and respect. GRR! Who wants to pick up a newspaper and read about that? I wanted to be interviewing people and snooping around and taking candid photos but I guess that that's not how a middle school newspaper works! TOO BAD!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Victory at Last!
VICTORY! Today I signed up for the school newspaper! YAY! I'm so excited. They need poems and creative short stories to publish in addition to the reports! I haven't got my assignment yet but I'm sure it will be a great one no matter what! I'm showing the poem and short storie below to the head of the newspaper! I hope she likes them!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Sleeping
I felt like working on my poetry so please tell me what you think!
do you ever wonder
what happens when you sleep
do you only lay unconcious
and murmer just a peep
or do you roll round and round
round and round off the bed
and are your snores so loud
that they are able to turn heads
do you ever wonder
what happens when you sleep
do you only lay unconcious
and murmer just a peep
or do you roll round and round
round and round off the bed
and are your snores so loud
that they are able to turn heads
Writing Up A Storm
A short story that I wrote
I'm almost positively sure that you have all heard the saying "Writing up a storm." Well in this story there is a girl with the name of Macy. She loved to write, not mention that she had a spectacular way with words. On Monday she would write poems, on Tuesdays she would write short stories, on Wednesdays... well I'll just get to the point. Her papers accumulated. There were stacks and piles and bags and boxes full of papers. She loved all her stories and poems so much that she never threw out any.
So one day she was sitting at her desk... you know what she was doing. It was a muggy day, very humid and sunny. All of her windows were wide open (biggest mistake of her life.) All of a sudden a breeze started up. A large breeze which soon turned into a large and strong wind. You can guess what happened next. All of Macy's papers flew right out the window.
They made the shape of a tornado which came barreling towards her house! Suddenly she remembered a story that she had written a long time ago where exactly the same thing had happened to a young girl and her brother. She strained to remember what the girl had said to stop the tornado of stories, essays, and poems. Suddenly it all clicked and she remembered!
"HANFALROFINSHNAWPER!!!"
It was over. The storm was gone. And she was okay. A miracle that could only be caused by the love of writing.
I'm almost positively sure that you have all heard the saying "Writing up a storm." Well in this story there is a girl with the name of Macy. She loved to write, not mention that she had a spectacular way with words. On Monday she would write poems, on Tuesdays she would write short stories, on Wednesdays... well I'll just get to the point. Her papers accumulated. There were stacks and piles and bags and boxes full of papers. She loved all her stories and poems so much that she never threw out any.
So one day she was sitting at her desk... you know what she was doing. It was a muggy day, very humid and sunny. All of her windows were wide open (biggest mistake of her life.) All of a sudden a breeze started up. A large breeze which soon turned into a large and strong wind. You can guess what happened next. All of Macy's papers flew right out the window.
They made the shape of a tornado which came barreling towards her house! Suddenly she remembered a story that she had written a long time ago where exactly the same thing had happened to a young girl and her brother. She strained to remember what the girl had said to stop the tornado of stories, essays, and poems. Suddenly it all clicked and she remembered!
"HANFALROFINSHNAWPER!!!"
It was over. The storm was gone. And she was okay. A miracle that could only be caused by the love of writing.
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