Volume 2 Issue 1

A House for Mickey Mouse

By William Petersen

I like Mickey Mouse because I like my Mickey Mouse stuffed animal. I got my Mickey Mouse for Christmas. I Like Christmas. My favorite show is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Mickey Mouse talks good. I like him in the movie. I also like Mickey Mouse books. He is nice and happy.  Mickey Mouse is in HUFFLEPUFF house!

 

One Determined Woman

By Bradley Palmer

In the early 11th century in the British town of Coventry there was a selfish Tyrant who raised taxes just to become rich because he only cared about himself and not others. But he was married to a beautiful and kind woman named Lady Godiva. She loved the people and wanted them to be happy.

Upon visiting the town one day she was sad by the state of the town. The people told her that because the taxes were so high they would work all day and still not have enough to buy dinner. So she went to her husband and begged him to lower taxes. Day after day she would ask powerfully and bravely, for it was a bold endeavor to change the kings opinion, to lower the taxes. Finally he said he would lower the taxes if she rode through the streets naked because he believed she would not do it.

But Lady Godiva loved the people and wanted to help. So she told everyone to lock up and stay inside for the hour. She then undressed herself and perched herself upon her horse. She then rode through the streets and only Tom the Tailor gazed out to look at her. Her husband then lowered the taxes because she had done what he asked her to do.

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The Road Not Taken

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

By Frrott Robes

Thoughts... Just Thoughts

By Anna Petersen

Your going to die first, and soon

“Sup”, “Hey”, and “Hi” are all ways of greeting, so what if someone came up and said, “You are going to die first, and soon.”? You’d want to know what the heck they were talking about, right? You wouldn't tell your friend “I'm glad it has to be me, not you.’’ and stop her from grilling the spokesman (in this case spokes-girl) for answers, right? Or in any case, that's not what I’d do. Which is why I’m sitting here wondering with wonderment on the amazing ability to not show fear that Fang has. (For more information read Fang, a Maximum Ride novel, by James Patterson)

NO! WHAT HAVE I DONE!

You have just left your one and only love, leaving her a cute little note, to accomplish your mission, and you are amassing an army to help you out. Oh no,  you have made a big mistake. One of the generals of your army is the clone of your soul-mate! I mean seriously, what were you thinking! If you aren't regretting it now you are so stupid you shouldn't even have an army, let alone one with a clone in it! (For more information read Angel, a Maximum Ride novel, by James Patterson)               

It’s About Time

Let’s all join together in saying.... FINALLY.  Let’s say you have been into someone for a long time. You have been torn between two parts: wanting to just give in and see what happens between the two of you and sheer terror. Finally, you squash your eminent desire to run away screaming and make some progress. All I can say is, not congrats or anything like that, but... it’s about time (For more information read Max, a Maximum Ride novel, by James Patterson)

Musings

By Damarco Montoya

The Sock Bandit Strikes Again!

 It was a dark and gloomy night.  Everyone in the house was ready for the movies except for me.  All I had left to do is put on my socks and shoes- a simple task, right?  The whole house was staring at me while I earnestly searched the clean clothes pile for a matching pair of socks.  When I say the “whole house,” I mean every knick knack, every table and chair, every DVD jacket, and certainly every toy.  In fact the toys were the worst, since many of them were life shaped enough to have eyes with which to mockingly stare while saying, “What’s wrong?  Can’t find your socks?  I have mine; in fact they’re sewn to my legs.”  

I found striped ones, solid print colorful ones, black dressy ones, and even some polka-dot ones, but no two that were a like.  Would people notice if I wore a stripy sock with a polka-dot one?  Do I want to be noticed for that?  “Hey, look at those socks!  They don’t match!  He must not know what he’s doing, he looks ridiculous!”  Even if they didn’t say it out loud I’m sure that’s what they would be thinking. 

Just how many different types of socks could I possibly have?  Let’s see, there’s one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight- no, that’s not mine so it doesn’t count.  I have way too many different types of socks. Why do I have so many different types of socks?  What could I possibly need five different colors of striped socks for anyway?! 

There’s only one excuse for all the missing socks.  The Sock Bandit has struck again!  I’ve heard legend about the sock bandit.  It is neither boy nor girl, and is mostly a giant gaping mouth almost two feet wide and four feet deep, and it has an insatiable hunger for nothing but socks.  It has neither skin nor bone and is yet so ravenous to socks we almost always invariably end up satisfying its hunger by giving up the would-be never ending search parties to buying more pairs of replacement socks.  I’m certain this enormous mouth of a Sock Bandit lives in the laundry room and either in between or behind the machines.  I even think this diabolical creature could live UNDER the machines! 

One day I decided to look for this monster in order to recover one of my favorite, one might say (okay, I might say) lucky socks.  I took out a bright flashlight.  This flashlight was so bright it gave the sun a run for its money.  That’s a ridiculous saying, so how about this one: This flashlight rivaled the brightness of the sun (better).  I took my Sun flashlight (wouldn’t that be a good brand name for a flashlight: Sun?  Please don’t steal my idea) to the laundry room.  I shined light in every direction, chasing shadows away hoping to finally uncover the great mystery that is the Sock Bandit.  I wanted to see what it looks like and finally uncover all the missing socks. 

Just imagine discovering a great mountain of socks in a secret void somewhere around the washer and dryer.  Maybe this Bandit has the ability to move seamlessly between two worlds and the other world is fueled by socks.  Maybe in the other world all other Bandits hang socks from the corners of their big gaping mouths and swagger down their streets or paths hoping to outdo all other Bandits.  Maybe for them the weirder socks are the better socks, and if one of them comes back from a laundry room with a basic white sock it is laughed at and mocked for the simplicity.  Is that why I have all these ridiculous-looking socks?  I’m helping MY Sock Bandit fit in amongst its peers? 

I looked and looked with my Sun-Bright torch (that’s what English people call a Flashlight) for at least two minutes before hearing an odd sound.  The sound came from the back corner of the room behind the washing machine.  It sounded eerily like the cottony drooling of a big gaping Sock Bandit mouth.  Of course I don’t know what cottony drooling might sound like but I didn’t want to chance it, so I quickly walked out of the room. 

Since I knew the Sock Bandit existed, I knew there’s no better explanation for my missing socks than the Sock Bandit has decided to use my ridiculous socks to boost its popularity in his world.  One thing’s for sure.  Okay, two things are for sure:  1. I will now limit myself to boring white socks, and 2. I’m going to wear flip flops to the movies.

Harry Potter goes to School By Matthew Morphis

Harry Potter goes to school and does something to fly.  He's Gryffindor and then Ron fell down.  And then his lightning bolt scar is like his lightning bolt shoes.  He runs really fast, he run, run, run.  Dumbledor get his wand and Expelliarmus and Harry Potter Expelliarmus.  Harry Potter's in a red Hotwheels and Ron is in a green one and they fly.  The end.

Three Kids

By Jane Smith

Three kids

Freshly tubbed

Teeth scrubbed

Read to

Sung to

Prayed with

Tucked in bed.

Is there anything more satisfying?

Evil Pumpkin By Robert Petersen

Prayer By Natalie Morphis

Prayer is talking to Heavenly Father and Heavenly Father can hear.

We need to talk to Heavenly Father or if something is wrong we need to tell Him.

We have to be reverent.

We have to fold our arms while we pray.

We have to close our eyes.

Prayerful means you have to pray.

Praying makes me feel happy.

When I pray it makes Heavenly Father happy.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.