Month of March, 2007

Grace Whitmore was laying in her room when the phone rang. She decided to let it go to the answering machine.
“Hi, you’ve reached Grace, I’m probably not here right now, so, um, leave a message. Bye.” Grace’s perky recorded voice said.
“Grace, this is Noah’s dad,” Grace looked away from the T.V, Mr. Zobster sounded frantic, “Noah’s been in a car accident. He’s alive, but in critical condition. We’re at Beaumont medical center. Please come, and hurry.” Noah’s dad hung up.
“Oh no.” Grace said, tears forming in her eyes.

Noah drove around aimlessly for hours. He realized he didn’t have many options. Noah couldn’t go to Johnny, because his parents, no matter how cool, would turn Noah in in a heartbeat. He couldn’t go to Grace, because he knew her parents were like his dad, super strict. Then Noah thought of one thing. No Name. No Name was staying alone, even if it was in a card board box. Noah turned the car around and headed toward the alley where No Name stayed. It was beginning to rain slightly, small drops hitting the car with a strange metallic plink. Noah continued down the road.

I never told you why,
I was always there.
I never told you why,
It was always the right time.
I never told you why, did I?

You never told me why,
You were never there.
You never told me why,
It was always the wrong time.
You never told me why, did you?

I guess there's things,
We'll never share.
Never tell.
I'll never tell,
You'll never tell.

I never told you why,
I didn't hesitate to be there.
I never told you why,
I cared so much for you.
I never told you why, did I?

You never told me why,
You were so reluctant to be there.
You never told me why,

Noah’s dad wasn’t as thrilled.
“No! Absolutely not!” Noah’s dad said with a dismissive wave of his arms.
“But dad--”
“NO!” Noah’s dad exploded, “I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO DO THIS!”
“Why?” Noah pleaded, “This could be my big break! I could become rich, famous, the possibilities are endless!”
“Noah, you listen to me,”
Noah stared at the floor.
“You will not go to California. You will graduate from high school, you will go to college, and you will get a real job, not become some rock and roll star.”

Noah was in his bed, tossing and turning, unable to think nothing other than what he was going to do for those four songs. Then suddenly, a switch was flicked on in his head, seemingly by magic. He hopped out of bed and hurried to his desk, he flipped on the light, grabbed his notebook, and dug a pen out of his drawer, at the top of the page he scribbled these two words,
NO NAME.

2 days later
“Okay guys, lets try this one more time.” Noah said with an exasperated sigh. The Penguins were having band practice in Johnny’s garage, and they just couldn’t get this new song down. Just as Noah was about to play the first note on his guitar his cell phone rang.
“Oh, let me guess,” Johnny said sarcastically, “It’s probably Grace,” Johnny was speaking of the brown haired girl who Noah had gone with the night of their first show, “ Or should I say, Mrs. Zobster?”

“THANK YOU, YOU’VE BEEN GREAT!” Noah was yelling into the microphone as The Penguins finished their first show.
Noah, Johnny, and No Name walked back stage where they were greeted by Johnny’s dad.
“That was amazing, I am just dumbfounded, wow.” Johnny’s dad raved.
“Thanks, we’re pretty amazed with ourselves too.” Said Noah, always the modest one.
“Hey, speak for yourself dude,” Johnny said jokingly, “I knew I would rock out loud!”
“Anyway,” Johnny’s dad said, “You rockers wanna go grab a bite to eat?” Asked Johnny’s dad.
“That sounds—"

“So this is our star drummer? Nice job Noah.” Grumbled Johnny.
“I know he doesn’t look like much,” defended Noah, “But who knows, what if he is the next Tre Cool?”
I seriously doubt it, thought Johnny.
“Ok, drum away kid.” Said Johnny grudgingly.
The kid did as he was told and sat behind the drums. Then, he started to play….

Noah and Johnny’s jaws were on the floor. The kid had just finished playing what Noah and Johnny thought was some of the best drumming they had ever heard, and they’d been to a few concerts in their time.

Three years later…
Symbols clanged,drums banged as if being hit by extremely large rocks.
“STOP, STOP!! WE’VE HEARD ENOUGH.” Screamed Johnny and Noah.
“What, you guys scared about my sick skills?” Gloated Elmer Glustein, someone trying out for drummer for The Penguins.
“Something along those lines,” retorted Noah sarcastically, “We’ll have our people call your people, now you can go, before my ears stop ringing.” Mumbled Noah under his breath. After Elmer left, Noah confronted Johnny.
“This is pointless, we’ll never find a drummer!”

“Get away from me idiot!” Noah Zobster said angrily to Joe McMicken, one of the biggest bullies in the school.
“Now why would I do that farm boy? Hey, I have an idea, why don’t you knock me down with your stupid guitar? Rock out loud, Mozart!”
“Hey, McChicken, why don’t you cluck off?” Johnny Zipper said as he stepped on to the scene of the altercation.

It all started on Friday the 13, October 2006. The day Noah Zobster met Johnny Zipper, of course Zipper was just his nickname, because he could zip like a bullet from a gun away from the mall security after spray painting amazing drawings on the walls of Great lakes crossing mall, a hangout spot for most local Auburn Hills, Michigan teens. Johnny loved being creative, not only was he a fantastic spray painter (no matter how unlawful) he was a mind blowing bass guitar player. He had been playing his bass guitar, a Fender, since 6th grade.

There was once a treasure hunter who went around the world looking for rare treasures. His name was Tom. One day, he was in a tomb in Egypt. People said that there was a diamond here worth a million dollars. As he was walking along the dark room, Tom noticed a large chest with detailed pictures of skulls. He broke open the chest. There was a shrill shriek. Tom's eyes widened.

This is a description of what I look like. I have long brownish black hair that sometimes changes color. I have hazel eyes that always seem to be shining. My skin is pale, soft, and sensitive. I have side bangs, and I usually wear smaller sizes if clothing. (I'm 11, but I usually wear size 9 or 10). I play the violin and the flute. I go to fifth grade. I weigh 70 lbs. My best friends are Lyssa and Nia.

Justin looked around the room. A sink, a window, three chairs (two with Niles and Makena in them), a bed (which he was in), and a table of tools. “Justin!!!! You’re all right! You’re alive!” screamed Makena. Niles just stayed in his chair, smiling. “What happened? All I remember is Snayr blasting me into the air, and then landing in something itchy.” Justin looked confused. They began to explain what happened.
* * * * *

My dancing career started the way every other little girl starts. I was in a ballet class, after school when I was in kindergarden. And I still remember it fairly well. I remember my mom telling me, "Honey! I signed you up for ballet class!"
The funny thing is, I replied, "Mooooooooom! Do I HAVE'ta?"

This is the prolgue of the first story in my series. Here it is! Hope ya like it!:

Nigeria, Africa- September 23, 1664

Clink…Clank…Clack…Clink…Clank…

The wind howled in pain through the petite Nigerian hut as Atnya lied on his little small straw mat.

Cold wind swept around him, poking fun. Something seemed different that night, but Atnya didn’t know what. The night seemed colder than any other night his family ever had in Nigeria. Was something wrong?

For Sure
By Kiowa

I think I love you,
But I don’t know for sure.

I think you love me,
But I can’t tell for sure.

I know we are friends,
Though we don’t always admit it.

I know that we “flirt”
With one another at school.

I think I love you,
But I don’t know for sure.

I think you love me,
But I can’t tell for sure.

But I know, for sure,
That we are friends…

Everyday
By Kiowa

Everyday I find myself
Wondering why all these people
Act the way they do and
Do the things they do.

Everyday I shake my head
In a sad disbelief
That people can be so clueless.

Everyday I thank God
For the person I am
And for everything He has given me.

Everyday I sigh in sadness
When I find my friend has flubbed up
When a class mate receives a referral
When I see on the news all that is bad.

Where is all the good?
Where is all the peace?
Where is all the happiness?
Where is all the love?
Where has it all gone?

Hi peole of KidPub. I would just like to say I am starting a new series, called FREEDOM OF LIFE: The Stories of the Enslaved.

I have a story to tell. I story that happened to me. It happened a few months ago while I was walking with my friends, Tim and Martha to the local lounge,
"I'm so exicted to see Sue preform tonight." Martha said. Tim and I agreed exictedly.
Then, it happened. Screaming and yelling came from the lounge. I, being a detective raced into action. Running into the problem, I stopped a man and asked him why they were yelling. He replied,
"A man just came in and told us to leave or he hurt us." The man looked scared.
"Why would someone do that?" I asked.
The man looked shocked when he said,

Resume
Wheatherina is a story of a girl named Sisely.And she meets a old lady who's realy a wicth.And the wicth gives her some bread.And turns in to a sky queen.But theres a problem.Theres a battle hapening.She as to diffeet the other sky queen.The other sky queen is the queen of thunder.She loves tthe rain and hates the sun.And Weatherina hates the rain and loves the sun.The thunder queen whants the sky to be all rain and thunder.But Weatherina will not giveup.

Chapter: 1
“It can’t be…”

Boom! I run through a thick forest of bristles and pine needles. Boom! It gets thicker and thicker. Boom! Boom! I run past a stone statue of my friend, Rangar. Boom! Boom! I run past other statues in the forest of people from my town. Boom! Boom! BOOM!
A large animal is running behind me. I zigzag, I double back, I run through a small stream. I can feel my heart nearly bursting out of chest. I turn sharply and run for the edge of the thick forest of Dundaar.

Sick of trying
I can't show hesitation
They're all dying
It's not just
My imagination

I wish I was dreaming
A simple story of love and death
But why am I crying
When I wake up
Stiff in my head

All hope
Is lost
'Cause I know
This ain't a dream
No pure fiction

It's all real
Can't decide
Hard to deal
Don't pressure me
Or try to lie

Chapter 9 Dad's Mistletoe

“Hey June.” Freddie said. Deanna smiled and quickly rushed away.

“I’m gunna go talk to Livia.” she said.

“Hey Freddie.” I replied. After a long pause, “So, do you uhhhh, like the party?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, it’s very, cool.” he replied.

“Yeah,” I nodded slightly and looked away. What was he doing?

“June!” I turned to look at him quickly. “Would you, like to dance?” he asked, suddenly.

Chapter 8 My Christmas Party

We were off for the next week for Christmas. I had planned a ‘Christmas Party’ set on Wednesday. I had invited about 20 people. List down bellow------

LIST:

*Deanna
*Freddie
*Bradley
*Cameron
*Jessica
*Roxy
*Kate
*Kelly
*Rebecca
*Molly
*Morgan
*Kristy
*Jeorge
*Jake
*Jack
*Sean
*Zach
*Michael
*Nathan
*Chris

Chapter 7 Repeat That Again, Please!

I flattened myself against the wall and peered around the corner. Sure enough, Freddie and Shianne stood talking.

“Freddie, what do you mean?!” Shianne asked again. Her eyes were
worried but in them I could see the same mean glare they always held.

“Listen, we can’t be together.”

“What?! Why Freddie?!” Shianne asked.

“Because, I like someone else.” he sighed.

“He does?” I said aloud. Freddie and Shianne turned in my direction, good thing I dodged to the side.

Chapter 6 Slow Dancing With Freddie

Friday. The dance. Deanna and I had bought our tickets on Monday, no way were we going to miss THIS dance! It was the Winter Dance, the Winter Formal to be exact, and anyone who matters was going to be there!

“One more period, 5 more hours and 20 minutes until the dance!” I whispered to Deanna as we walked to our last period. I had GATE while, just across from the GATE room, Deanna had Agriculture.

“I know! I can’t wait! Do you know if HE’S going?” she asked.
“He is, with no date, too.” I told her.

Chapter 5 Jeff, I have A Confession To Make. . .

“Livia, you wouldn’t happen to know how to break something that’s not so good to a guy that likes you, do you?” I asked that day as
my sister walked in the house from her Pet Sitting job. She’s 19 and
looks exactly like me, sandy blonde hair with glistening blue eyes.

“What? Having trouble with Bradley again?” she asked setting her
purse down on the kitchen table.

“Yeah, right. No, I’m having trouble with this guy named Jeff. He

Chapter 4 An Excellent Basket Ball Player!

After school I walked around campus waiting for Dad to pick me up. As I was walking over by the PE room I heard the thudding of a basket ball. I turned the corner and who do I see dribbling the ball up and down the court? None other then Freddie.

Now, I just happen to be an EXCELLENT basket ball player. I crept up behind him as he was dribbling the ball in and out from underneath
him. I swooped down in a smooth and fast motion. I snatched the ball
with one hand and raced down the court. The cool air hit my face and

Chapter 3 Who Is This Guy?

“Bradley! How could you?! I thought you were my best friend! Why in the world did you tell him?!” I had called Bradley right when I got home and immediately started shouting at him.

“June? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down! What are you talking about? WHO are you talking about?!” Bradley asked.

“Oh, like you don’t know!”

“Uhhhh, actually, no, I don’t know.”

“Right, so, you’re saying that you didn’t tell Freddie that I liked
him? Is that what you’re saying?

Chapter 2 I Can’t Tell You!

All Mr. Best really wanted from me was an explanation why I was
late to class the other day and to give me the homework assignment that I was going to miss during 4th period. (Because of the Band
Concert/Assembly thing we were doing now.)

The Band Concert went smoothly. The trumpets messed up once and I missed a couple notes but all-out-of-all we did fine. Freddie came and I noticed he would not look in my direction and only clapped for ONE of our songs! What nerve! I was definitely going to talk to him about THIS one!

Author's Note: Ha, yes, the title is a bit complicated, but you get it once you read the story. This is one of my very few completed stories. Hope you all like it! :)

I Know That You Know That I know That You Like Me

Chapter 1 Whoop-see!

It was a normal school day. Boring, as usual. I was going to 3rd
period, Math. Except, today, my schedule was mixed up JUST a little. I had to go to Math, get the homework assignment then go straight to
band class.

“See yah Mrs., Ferris! Gotta go to Band!” I said rushing out of
the room and whizzing passed her.

“But--”

INTRODUCTION

CHP #1: Josh Greyson

"Josh Greyson!"
A series of whoops and whistles followed that "usual" announcement that Mr.Blake had just announced.
"Go Joshy!"squealed Nickey Carson.
Nickey Carson.
Josh thought he would eventually barf if he looked at her too long... and he DIDN'T want to test it.
Nickey was the most "sick" girl in Kumolonia High, she was always thinking that if a boy smiled at her, he liked her. And that was SO untrue, Josh was only being nice at that championship soccer game, he wasn't trying to tell her anything.

A Princess In Trouble Chapter: 2

The wizard stepped inside a small room on the other side. He said, “Justin, come with me. But you two, stay here.” He said pointing to Niles and Makena. Justin stepped inside the small room. “Justin, Taylor is in trouble. I think it is the work of Lord Snayr. You need to help keep the others calm while I try to make a duplicate of Taylor. Ok, now go!”

The light burnt out hours later. Sanji sat alone in the warm, but dark room. She still couldn’t see anything; though she was sure it had to be morning.

Chapter:1
Back, to the Staircase...
“Ow!” said Justin, grabbing the burning medallion from his pocket. “I better go get Niles and…” Wham! His bedroom door flung open to reveal Niles and Makena, Justin’s two best friends. “Are yours burning up too?” he asked them. “Yeah, they made a big red light for everyone to see during a movie at the theaters,” Said Makena, bouncing hers around in her hands. “It lit up the room like a firework! I had to convince everyone that it was a cellphone,” She said, finally putting hers back in her pocket.

Matthew gasped as his speed slowed down casually the farther he fell into the black pit. He felt as if someone was holding him, not stopping him suddenly, but casually allowing his speed to decrease. And then he stopped in mid-air dangling over the precipice. For a few seconds he didn't know what had happened, but then he felt an eerie cold overcome him, starting at his stomach and then beginning to wrap around his body. He shuddered as the cold seeped into his very core; it felt like his blood was freezing in his veins. Abruptly a sense of warmth overtook him, warming him, giving him life.

In the beginning of the world of Aljauron every living thing in the universe was connected. The trees, the plants, animals, humans, angels, the gods, even rocks. This connection was known as Dramarit, invisible to all eyes except those of God and his angels. A thin strand connected one person to the entire world. Through this man, animal, plant, rocks, and God to talk to each other, the entire world was one huge living organism, with every thing connected.

Sanji had to spend the night in the strange room, all alone. The three people that had been in the room had left her, saying she needed rest.

“What I really need is to know what is going on,” she whispered to herself. Sleep would be next to impossible with so many questions swirling about her mind.

But gradually, rest won her over. She slipped into an uneasy sleep.

She was haunted by the same dream that replayed itself over and over.

The dragon, with its burning crimson eyes and ashen jaw, prepared itself for one final burst of flames that would no doubt kill her.

My brother is a pest
He will never rest
he plays with me
and wants to read
while annoying me

Hi, everyone! I'm new here and I just want to get to know some people here. My teacher recommened this website and I just got a membership yesterday! Please leave commits.
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Sanji shook with fear. Her heart raced as the dragon shot out yet another burst of flames. She swung her head around, looking for a way out. She dropped to her knees realizing she was trapped, no escape. All around her was a wall of flames.

Smoke coated the air in thick layers, making it almost impossible to see.

This, however, did not bother the dragon. He seemed to be determined to cover the ground with fire.

The TWISTED story

My eyes were bloodshot. My legs aching. I think I got carpal tunnel. My shaggy, rustled hair was drooping on my eyes. My baggy shorts were wet with sweat. My skin was drooping and becoming flabby. I got cramps in twenty different places. I had been staring at the computer for a whole day while my parents were on vacation with my older brother. The babysitter was on a strict week of watching CSI. She says it's part of her religion, she said that I could do whatever I wanted, but I couldn't set foot in the living room.

The black automobile pulled into a massive gravel driveway, the ground crackling as the car made it's way up the path.
"Welcome to the Riley residence, Mister O'Connor." The driver said as he opened the door and sunlight flooded into the vehicle.
Colton put his hand above his eyes, blinded by the bright Miami sun. The two walked up the rest of the driveway, eventullaly turning onto a small sidewalk that led to an enormous concrete stoop. The driver rapped on the door, and a small man answered.

If she had to take Jameson's trash out one more time, Val was going to scream. This was the fourth time in a week his trash basket was filled up and he was too trapped in his writings to do anything about it. The responisbilty fell directly to her, even though she had enough chores besides clean up after Jameson. In fact, if it wasn't for that horrid, stupid contest he'd entered, Val would probably never have to empty her brothers trash and could visit her friends more often, but he'd won the writing contest at school and was determined to publish a book.

The world is full of color. In every thing we see in trees and fish and flowers in meadows filled with bees. The color all around us blend in perfect harmony. If they can mix so well together surely so can we.

The Quest For Freedom
Attack Of Lord Snayr!
Chapter: 1
The dark Wizard spoke. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am…” “ Lord Snayr.” Said Wizard Ryan. “I see that you are still training the Princess. Ohh Ryan. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh Ryan. Stop wasting time and just join me instead.” The Snayr said, never releasing his gaze from Ryan. “I could never go against Addaland or the people who live in it.” Ryan said, now looking at Snayr with his own gaze.

Chapter 17:

“…then tomorrow we have the first real organized day of school… welcome back… and hello to new…”

“blah-blah…blah…blah-blah…”

Julie could hear the principle’s words flying in and out of her ear. She had followed all the students to an wide open floor-ground where there was tons of space and there was a small area in the middle with a podium and those other stuff.

You Have No Idea
By Kiowa

You have no idea
What I dream about
Late at night.

You have no idea
How much I desperately
Long for you.

You have no idea
The pain that all of this
Has caused me.

You have no idea
What I thought of when
You liked her.

You have no idea
How I fooled you when
I “liked” him.

You have no idea
How my heart ached
When you left.

You have no idea
What you did to me
Every single day.

You have no idea
What I wish for in
The near future.

You have no idea
How I feel about you,
Or do you?

You have no idea

I have two books that I would like to reccommend.

1. I would HIGHLY reccommend a book called A dogs Life: An Autobiography of a Stray. By Ann M. Martin. It is about the life of a dog through her eyes and the difficulties that she goes through.

I don't find a word
To show my concern
I can't really say anything

An hour has passed
Without a trace
Of me being able to relax

I'm wound too tight
I think it's not me
But when I look in the mirror
I see myself
Looking like
What I don't want to be

Perry should make a section reserved for book recomendations alone. (Hey! That's a good idea. Heh-heh!)

Anyway, I would like to recommend a great book called, "Mine for Keeps" by Jean Little.
It's not supper long, but it's not really short, either.
It's about a girl with 'Cerabral Palsy' (or something like that) which means she walks with crutches.
Since she was about 5-years-old, she's lived in a boarding school for kids with handdicapps, but, now, she's going to live at home for good.
She's nervous and isn't sure if she's going to like it, if she can be independent.

Hey people! I entered a writing contest and I am a top 10 finalest!

The Finding of the Magical Staircase…
Chapter: 1

Justin ran into his house with his two best friends Niles and Makena. “Justin!” His father yelled. “Could you clean out the basement today? Niles and Makena can help if they want to.”
Justin asked Niles and McKenna. “Well…ok, but can we play down there when we finish?” asked Makena. Justin said yes and then yelled back to his dad, “Ok dad!” The friends ran down the cold basements steps into a pitch-black room.

Justin ran into his house with his two best friends Niles and Makena. “Justin!” His father yelled. “Could you clean out the basement today? Niles and Makena can help if they want to.”
Justin asked Niles and McKenna. “Well…ok, but can we play down there when we finish?” asked Makena. Justin said yes and then yelled back to his dad, “Ok dad!” The friends ran down the cold basements steps into a pitch-black room.

Okay, this is not a story, just a book recommendation.

The book "The Cuckoo Child" is great. I forget the author, since I read it in 3rd grade. It is about a boy who loves birds. He even wants birds for his birthday, and he's good at taking care of them.

He steals an ostrich egg from the zoo, and... find out the rest for yourself.

The most interesting thing about this book is that even though its a short chapter book you can read in half an hour, older people will enjoy it. ( in my opinion)

This book is, like, awesome. So, like, read it.

I'm going to a REALLY big violin competition in April. The judges, are, like, famous violinists! I'm soo nervous. And I have to go to New York! Even though, if I win, my parents might even let me get a dog.... anyway wish me luck!

Ok this is it.

In 3rd grade, which is the year 2004~ 2005, We had mcas. Yes, I know, your thinking,'What the heck does this have to do with the story?' Well, its about mcas.

Chapter 4
Welcome to the Family

Mr. Coven got out of the car and opened my door. I immediately jumped out of the car and stretched my legs. While Mr. Coven went to open Lucy’s door, I looked at the 2-story house from the ground. It looked so much bigger! From my point of view, when I looked up I couldn’t see the roof of it. It appeared to go higher then the clouds!

Chapter 3
The Old Country Road

The car came to an abrupt stop. The force of the car pushed me forward, and being the little that she was, Lucy let me fall forward onto the floor.

“What was that?” Lucy asked as I tried to stand up.

“I almost ran over a deer.” Mr. Coven said, a little out of breath.

“Are we almost home?” Lucy asked her dad, as she gave me a disgusted glance.

“Almost, about 2 more miles.”

Chapter 2
The Car Ride Home

The next few minutes weren’t exactly wonderful. Mr. Coven had brought me back into the small room with the table in the center and was trying to hold me down on it. The man in the white overcoat was holding something with a long needle. Just watching it shine in the bright light of the room made me feel very uncomfortable.

“Stay down!” Mr. Coven said in a frustrated tone.

A Search for Life

Introduction

People may have told you that dogs don’t remember anything. They don’t remember any of their lives besides the part of it that they are living right now. They’re wrong. Some dogs remember every ounce of their lives. Every street they’ve laid paws on, every smell their noses have touched, every freckle on a person’s face, every nice or boy, every miss-treat, every kick they have ever received, everything. I am one of those lucky dogs.

Chapter 5
The Framing of the Family Dog

The next morning I woke up on a small pink bed. I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there, but I wasn’t complaining. The bed was soft and comfy; the only thing wrong was the room it was in. It was small and cramped, and the only other things in the room were an open door, a large window, and a small dresser. I slowly got up and stretched my legs. Then I heard it. A loud, ear-splitting, scream.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!”

Up on the seat
You sit with your up on a chair feet
Or whether on the sofa you,
enter other lands,
You, hunting in the garden rows,
Or in the lumbered attic, or
The cellar
And dark, descending stairway found
That led to kingdoms underground:
Strange birds singing, or the trees
Swing in the woods, or bells in the church.
You dream of you’re shelf in the fairytales like Cinderella.

There once was a tiger, terrible and scary who said “I don’t think TIGERS are stylish enough. They put orange and stripes of fierce black. Fine and fancy fashion is what they mostly lack. Evan tough they proudly speak most loudly, so that the jungle shakes and every eye awakes. He still thinks there not stylish enough. So he invented white gloves, pink shoes, red dresses and the one and only MASCARA. He was so famous and proud that he invented those things. So Happy. And every animal in the jungle were so much more stylish. So he invented a store called FANCY IS MY MIDLE NAME.

T3h bad poet strikes again!

Ode to Old Kidpub-

Your bland notepad was a sight for sore eyes,
But this is quite the eyesore!

Your were a place to write stories,
And right wrongs,
But the only thing written here,
Is html/php!

We will miss you dearly,
And perhaps you miss us too,
Let's hope that Perry,
Never actually deleted you!
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Good-bye, dear friend, hello new fiend.

Alana awoke to the sound of her Governess shouting at the ladies-in-waiting for being too slow. Her silk blankets were smooth against her hands. She pulled her blue dress with pearls on it over her head. Alana brushed her black hair and walked into her mother's bedroom. She was still in bed, reading a book. Alana curtsied. The queen smiled and said,
"Good morning, Alana," Alana smiled. "Um, mother, I'd like to know if I could go hunting with father-" she began, but was cut off. The queen gasped in horror, as if she just heard the worst thing in her life.

"Psst! PSSSST!!!! PISSSSST" Fred yelled in my ear. I tried to open my eyes, but they were pasted shut. "For crying out loud Bob this may be our only chance for plan, get out of the orphanage, steal a car, and become pirates!" I jolted upright. My eyes shot open. I thought about what life would be like out of this crummy, dank, orphanage and out to the life of a pirate. I immediatly jumped out of bed. That startled Fred he stepped back and hit the small cupboard. The rusty hinges fell off and it crashed on the floor!

PIRATE BOYS CHAPTER TWO

The last shot the police man fired was a bullet that went right through the sail then I saw them leave, muttering stuff.
"Wow, we made it on the open ocean!"...................

"Yargghhhhh me mates!" Billy and I were playing pirates. I climbed the sail and said, "Yarrggghh! An enemy ship is approaching! Hey wait I see a real ship! It's a... PIRATE SHIP!!!"

PIRATE BOYS CHAPTER TWO

The last shot the police man fired was a bullet that went right through the sail then I saw them leave, muttering stuff.
"Wow, we made it on the open ocean!"...................

"Yargghhhhh me mates!" Billy and I were playing pirates. I climbed the sail and said, "Yarrggghh! An enemy ship is approaching! Hey wait I see a real ship! It's a... PIRATE SHIP!!!"

Colton's teeth shook as the plane's wheels came down on the bumpy runway. The engines roared one last time, then died as the plane came to a stop. He had arrived in Miami.

I
have no collar
no sliver
of home
I am not
normal...
I pride
myself in battles
for the taste of victory.
I'm
a musty black
the color of
smoke
wisping away.
I live for the
asphalt
shimmering
in the summer heat.
I live
for the fight
and
a tail dragging on the street.
I am
a-the street dog.

Alana breathed in the fresh smell of pine and sighed happily. She reared her horse and galloped forward. She stopped at a clear stream and splashed her face with cold water. This was the only time she could get away from the palace. She pushed her long, black hair behind her ears. Alana had beautiful violet eyes. She patted her white horse and scratched her ears. She sighed and climbed onto her horse again. They went back to the stables. Alana tied her horse to a post and gave her an apple. She happily accepted it. Just as she was turning around, she heard a voice behind her say,

The Mighty Fruit companions were having a nice relaxing day out of the claws of Fruitkiller and Darth Human. Now they had a new adventure. Today was Friday, fruit day at the house they were in.
On Fruit Day, everyone picked one fruit and ate it. Every Friday, the fruits managed to avoid the humans, but today was different. The fruits were weakened by their fight with Darth Human and Luke Fruitkiller, so they didn't know if they could work together to fight off the humans.
Friday Afternoon

The wolves howl,
At the moon,
The eagles catch their prey.

Guess who's back.

He was small for his age, tiny, really. A scrawny 63 pound eleven-year old, not exactly considered the "tough guy" in town. No one teased him really, but no actually noticed him either.

I shut my eyes,
I see nothing,
Just blackness,
Actually fading colors,
The colors of the sun, the sky,and the shawdows of people going by.

THE WORLD BEHIND.

You placed my on this planet,
You gave me birth,
You decided that I shall live with you on this Earth.

My little sister isn't average,
We all know that she is much more,
Though I have more than one sibling,
She is the silliest out of the four.

I was sent on a voyage,
Across the depths of the seas,
Though lately I've been wondering,
If you missed me.

If I was a circle and you were a square,
Would we be friends or foes?
If I was a dog and you were a cat,
Would we be friends or foes?
If I was black and you were white,
Would we be friends or foes?

One upon a time, in a bowl far away, there was a fruit. He was no ordinary fruit. He was a banana. He lived in a bowl with Mr Pear,Mr Orange, and Mr Apple. They had to keep together to fight the forces of Darth Human and Luke Fruitkiller.
Day 1
For Mr banana a normal day was talking with his fruity companions and eating. But today was no normal day. Today was the day when Darth Human and Luke Fruitkiller will be coming round the mountain to kill his fruity arch enemies.

Today, you will have the great joy of hearing the life story of Joshua (Josh) and Sarah Pinto.

Logan glanced up at the road, his vision cloudy with tears.

The sun was beginning to rise, but things weren't getting better.

Stephen gunned the engine, it purred, but just wasn't going fast enough.

I was listening to the conversation at dinner about the werewolves when suddenly the head vampire, Vashan, came into the room.

What's your I.

"Psst! PSSSST!!!! PISSSSST" Fred yelled in my ear.

I, Dash Slade, looked to my side with my hair, the color of dying embers, swaying in the dusty wind.

Finally, after much hard thought, Leslo decided that Tim Hortons might have a great pink purse selection.

Marylin never looks under her bed.

Archery rules and is very very cool,
It's for people who aren't fools.

There once was a little young bunny,
Who just absolutely loved honey,
He ate and ate,
And had a bad fate,
Of wasting all his money.

There once was an ugly girl,
She had a dress of curls,
She failed in school,
And drowned in a pool,
So she began to whirl and whirl.

Chapter 4

For the days, possibly even weeks, that followed, we made our way through unknown territory, we saw things we had never dreamed of.

Morning comes and morning goes,
But your love stays and always flows
Night comes and night goes,
But your love stays like a sweet rose
.

Yes, everyone thinks all monsters are bad.

Is global warming true or false?
I say false.

"Hurry Elphaba! We don't have all day!" I encouraged my younger sister.

The air was warm, bright lights shone onto the 180,000 strong crowd.

Okay --- I'll just sum it up for people who don't know this 'continuing' story.

THE BRAVE OREO

In the dark, musty, crowded, retirement community, there was a kitchen.

A cow jumped through my window, said I
A purple penguin my brother had
If o came after l what would come after a?
Elephants danced in my dream.

A dream is a gift and curse in one
A gift when you remeber
A curse when you forget.

I loved once
But then I was dropped
I was sent away
To stay away
Is it better this way?
This sad cruel way?
I wonder and plead for answer
But only silence comes
I hate the silence
I hate my ex
I hate the way this has to be
I try to explain why this has to be
But it only becomes worse
I have been sent away
Sent away from the person I want
To be in love then be dropped
Is the crulest thing I can imagine
But to be loved is the best I can imagine
So someone, please love me!.

Different…and clean

Jerry Mammoth was the un-coolest guy in school.

TURTLE AND MONKEY

Once there was a turtle and a monkey.

Hey everone.

cry to me my baby bundle,
cry to me my whistle wish,
cry to me with all your heart,
cry to me for a crystal dish,
cry to me with all your secrets,
cry to my with a happy cry,
cry,cry,cry,and cry,
with deepest love and deepest lies.