Second Story

Peter Beckwith

Period 2

Mr. Krebs

The Lottery

So there I was sitting in my house in the back alley. If you could call it a home, the truth is that I lived in a box.  I had lived there since I was 25 and it has been the worst ten years of my life.  To be fair the box life wasn’t that bad.  I mean I was a grown man about six feet tall, but I didn’t really need to take care of myself much.  I haven’t shaved in a couple years now and I am rocking this super long beard.  Life was pretty boring most of the time and I only really had problems when a rain storm would roll in.  Without any money I didn’t really need to worry about financial problem.  It was a simple modest life style.  I would wonder the streets looking for change and then buy some lottery tickets with it looking to make a few bucks so I could buy some food.  If I didn’t find any change it wasn’t a big deal.  I could just sit by my box and beg for a while, I wasn’t above begging.  

I was sitting by my box last week when a series of events unwound.  My back was and against the wall as I sat in a tight fetal position.  My head was resting on my knees and I had a cup in front of my feet.  I didn’t have a sign asking for change just my general appearance would be enough, and as it turns out it was enough.  I little kid holding her mom’s hand walked by me. She wasn’t very polite since she just stared at me with her little blue eyes.  Her mom wasn’t really watching her and she knew it.  She reached down into her pocket and grabbed out some money and put it in my cup as she walked by.  I knew her mom wouldn’t have let her do it if she had noticed but I wasn’t going to say no to some extra cash.  My funds were especially low that week and I was starving.  I grabbed the money out of the cup, it was a five dollar bill four more than I usually get. I picked up the money and put it into my pocket. Just as I was returning to my normal sitting position, another kid walked by.  He was with his dad but they weren’t holding hands like the girls were.  This boy was about the same age as the girl, and just like the girl he placed some money in my empty cup as he passed.  Yet again this act of kindness was unbeknown to his father who by the looks of him definitely wouldn’t have let him donate to me.  As the two boys walked down the street I picked up the money, it was another five!  Ten bucks in ten minutes, not too shabby.

I hadn’t made any other money so far that week and I had only eaten a piece of bread that day.  I knew I should go and buy more food so I went to the local grocery store.  The nearest store I could find was a Rainbow Foods, just down the street from my box.  I walked around carefully picking out what I should buy.  I got a loaf of bread and some apples, and then I made my way to the checkout line.  I would save a few bucks just in case.  When I got to the line it was right next to the pharmacy which also sold lottery tickets.  Having had such good luck today I put down my basket of food and walked over to the pharmacy counter.  I spent all ten dollars on lottery tickets, each were a dollar plus tax so I only had enough to buy nine.  Before the cashier took my money he looked at me one more time.

“Are you sure this is what you want to buy” He asked me

I didn’t say anything. I just nodded my head and avoided eye contact.  Who does this guy think he is! Trying to tell me what to spend my money on, who does he think he is my mom!?!  So I snatched the tickets off the counter and rushed out the door, down the street, and around the corner back to my box.  I needed something to scratch the tickets with so I wrestled one of the coins out of my pocket.  I read the tickets, it was a tic tack toe game, and all I had to do was find a ticket where O’s won and I won something.  If X’s won from top left to bottom right I would win 100 dollars.  If O’s won top left to bottom right I would win 50 dollars.  Finally, if O’s won in a vertical or horizontal pattern I would win 5 dollars. 

                With my coin I started to scratch off all the dust on the top row.  Immediately X’s won, three across the top.  I threw that card across the alley. 

“No problem I have nine more” I said to myself.

I scratched off three more, all of them X’s won across the top row.  Then my luck turned, from bad to worse…  I was so concentrated on my tickets that I didn’t watch the people around me. Just then a guy ran up from behind me and stole a handful of tickets off the ground.  Before I even had time to react he was gone, sprinted down the street and turned the corner. 

So there I sat there sitting by my box, dumbfounded.  Going from the richest I had been in weeks back to the average was a horrible feeling.  I still had one more hope.  After losing those first three I had picked up one ticket and was about to scratch it when the guy had run up.  I STILL HAD ONE HOPE.  I read the directions again very carefully.  So if I could win this last ticket I could go back to the store and buy more tickets.  I grabbed my coin up off the ground.  I scratched the top row

O   X   O

So far so good, this was better than I was doing before. I blow the dust off the card and continue scratching.

X   O   O

                I was shaking uncontrollable at this point.  I was so close to winning.  If just one of the O’s in the next row were on the side I would win.  If I won that would mean I could go back to the store and buy food and more tickets but more importantly MORE TICKETS.  There was a reason I was living out of a box and this was why.  I needed the thrill of gambling I couldn’t help myself from taking the risk.

X   O   X

free writing about the class

I thought that the begining of the class was the best.  We had instuctions on how to write those poems and then we still had the freedom to write them about what ever we wanted them to be about.  It was fun to write those poems and know that we would get most of the points for just filling in the build of the poem and not so much about how deep or important the actual words were.  I didnt really like the short story unit since we didnt really have much direction and most of us didnt know what we were doing.  For most of us this was the first story we have to write in a long time and we didnt even know how to start.  You gave us that SciFi story writing web site but it wasnt that usefull to me cause i would rather have someone explain it in words so i can just listen than have to read like twenty pages about it.  I kinda liked the bloging idea for turning in poems and stuff since we could just do it from home too.  The blog also made it very easy to catch back up with the class since the assignments were available to us whenever we wanted them.  But on the other hand i didnt really like the blog since it seems like you dont actually read them.  We write all these poems and journals, and then share them with one other person in class and it seems like nobody actually cares that much about what you wrote about.  It would be better if when you read them you like comment of things we could improve on and actually grade what we say.  I know that contradicts what i said before about liking how we can say whatever we wanted but it seems like we should be graded atleast a little bit on content.  I student aided for Mr. Currie's creative writing class and i would hand back poems that he had hand graded.  He would like show how if you use one word instead of another or switch a couple words around it would really fix some blatant errors.  This class seemed to lack in that perspective.  I really liked the lyric thing because it was a time were we could just chill and think about what we were going to write about while listening to different music that people in the room liked. 

What was your worst experience ever at a restaurant (or eating in general)?

It was a dark and stormy afternoon and my mom and i were coming home from the gym. My mom worked out every morning and i would play at the daycare.  On the way home we would drive past a McDonald's and that day i asked if we could eat lunch there.  Like many other days my mom agreed to go and we pulled into the parking lot.  We sprinted out of the car and into the restaurant to avoid getting totally soaked from the rain.  We got in and my mom asked me what i wanted to eat.  I got my usual kids meal with a double cheese burger.  She told me i could go into the jungle gym and wait for her while i play.  Everything was going smoothly.  I got a sweet hot rod toy car and was playing with it in the slide.  That's when it all went wrong. Sliding slowly down the slide on my belly i could feel my hair start to stand up.  The slide was to slippery to stop my self as i brushed up against a bolt. ZZAAPP! It shocked me as i began to scream with pain.  I couldn't stop myself from sliding as more and more static built and i slide over bolts again and again.  It was torture.  By the time i reached the bottom i was in an emotional break down.  My mom lifted me out of the slide, grabbed up my uneaten fries, and carried me back out to the car.  It was surprisingly warm outside, the clouds had been brushed away by the sun and the day was starting to be beautiful again.  When we got to the car i wiped my nose on my shirt and dried my tears with the back of my hand.  My mom started to pull out of the parking lot and i finished my uneaten fries ready to go home.

Imagine you opened your own restaurant.

If i were to open a restaurant it would be called Good Burger.  I would have a two main employee's and their names would be Kenan, who is known as Dexter, and Kel, who is known as Ed.  They would be the two best employee's but not the managers.  When people came up to the register to order their food our welcoming statement would be "Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger, how may i take your order".  The main problem with my restaurant would be the burger joint just down the street known as Mondo Burger.  Luckily "Ed" will have invented a secret sauce we will put on our burgers to make them taste better than Mondo Burger's and people will still go to our restaurant instead.  When Mondo Burger's sales start to sky rocket we will send "Dexter" and "Ed" disguised as old women into Mondo Burger too see what is going on.  When they find out that Mondo Burger is enhancing their burgers using Triampathol the two boys will try to report it to the police.  But before they escape Mondo Burger Kurt, the Mondo Burger manager, will catch them and bring them to a mental hospital for making up such a insane lie.  Then in retaliation Kurt will break into Good Burger and poison our secret sauce with shark poison.  Without Ed there to notice the difference in the sauce Good Burger serves it too its customers and they will all get sick.  Otis, Ed and Dexter's friend, tries to stop Kurt from poisoning the sauce, he to is committed into the mental hospital.  Using the power of dance the three boys will escape from the hospital in an ice cream truck.  They will break into Mondo burger and fill the meat there with too much Triampathol making them enormous.  In the aftermath Kurt is arrested for poisoning Good Burger and Mondo Burger is destroyed making Ed and Dexter the hero's of the day!

The old man and the rat

There once was an old man with a rat problem, although this was no ordinary rat problem.  These were monsterous rats that would sneak around the house in the middle of the night and eat all of his furniture.  The old man did not know what to do, so he stayed up all night following the rats and taking away the furniture before they could eat them.  One day the rat was just too fast and he excaped from the old mans watchfull eye.  The rat rounded the corner and started to feast on an antique chair.  The old man caught up and pull the chair up out of the beasts mouth.  This was no problem for the rat he just moved onto the side table.  The old man was blind with rage as he swung the chair back down. SPLAT! The rat expoled under the white rug making a horrible ret stain.  His grandma had given him that white run right before she died.  It was his only remaining item from his grandma, and now it was ruined by this stupid rat.  I guess this is proof that might is not right.

final draft

December 12, 2012

So far so good, the world hasn’t just spontaneously exploded.  After those eight earthquakes in Japan last year we all thought it would be true but I guess not.  School wasn’t even cancelled which kind of sucked. We all could have used a day off for the coming of the apocalypse.  The war in Africa is about the same as it has been for a year now, dictators killing people and blaming the rebels but it has been like that for all of time hasn’t it?

December 13, 2012

Maybe I was wrong.  Another earthquake rocked the ocean last night.  The tidal wave flattened what was left of Japan which is now the modern Atlantis.  The entire country is now underwater.  Then Mount St. Helena blew her top unexpectedly last night, too.  There was no warning, so the people in the city down the mountain all died.  Scientists say that the earthquake over by Japan probably cause an opening for more magma to gush through making it impossible to warn people before it happened.  Throughout the last few months there have been a lot of people saying they saw alien space ships in the sky too.  I never gave much it thought because I figured it was just a lot of loons who believed in the world ending in 2012 crap.  But last night I think I saw one too.  I was trying to go to sleep and couldn’t, so I got up to get some water and that’s when I saw it.  It was about the size of a star in the sky but it moved really fast and it was green.  There were three lights in the figure of a triangle, one in front and two in the back.  It moved faster than any plane that I had ever seen but I had never seen any other planes that commercial ones so maybe it was just a military one.  I am not sure what I saw but I hope I am just making a big deal out of nothing.

December 17, 2012

The last few days have been too chaotic to write in this journal.  The aliens came on the 14th.  They destroyed everything. It looks like a comic book attacked the entire world.  They came in the middle of the day and before any military or diplomatic action could be taken against them, they slaughtered us.  They had some kind of heat beam that would just turn people into dust.  We few that have survived found refuge in the subway system.  There isn’t much hope, we have no weapons or way to communicate with people that do.  It is really only a matter of time before they find us and finish what they have started.

December 18, 2012

The stench down here is almost worse than just being killed by the aliens.  The reek of human waste fills the entire subway line.  We woke up early this morning with quite the scare, a subway red with fire whipped uncontrollable by running over some people sleeping on the track.  Someone down the line must've tried to escape using it and was shot by an alien.  They screech throughout the night we can hear them.  Some of them must be hundreds of pounds because we can see the earth shake when they walk over our heads.

December 19, 2012

            We are out of supplies down here.  No more food or water. People are dying all the time.  Some of the people have resorted to cannibalism but I refuse to sink that low.  I figure even if I do eat another human, eventually I will still starve because there are only so many of us down here in this hole.  We will have to do some kind of recon mission into the top to get water so I nominated myself.  I head up tomorrow during the day since we don’t hear as much noise during the day we think they might sleep then.  Tomorrow we will draw straws to see has to go up and look around.  Whoever has to go will have no way to defend themselves up there they can only run, and they can’t run back down here cause they’ll lead them right to the others.  It is a suicide mission really. We don’t have much of a choice. We can either die trying, or just die.

December 20, 2012

            I drew the second shortest stick.  The guy who drew the shortest has a wife and three kids with him.  I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t trade with him so I did.  The people I am with respect what I did and they’re very supportive of my decision. I am not sure what to make of this though.  It is like they realize that I don’t actually have much to contribute to life in the subway system so they don’t really mind that I am the one going up.  I have the rest of the day to organize what I am bringing up with me and I will leave tomorrow.  The plan of opening the doors is to have one person wait and listen to what is going on outside, once an hour has passed of no noise they will open the doors and I will slip outside.  I am bringing a backpack with my last bottle of water, and a few bags of chips that I took out of the vending machine.  None of us paid for that stuff we just broke into it and take what we need when we need it.  The kid of the guy who actually drew the short straw gave me his baseball bat.  I don’t understand why he brought it to start, when aliens invade, a baseball bat wouldn’t be what I would think of.  I found a big nail that had fallen out off of the track and drove it threw the bat so it would be more useful.  I wasn’t bringing much so I could run fast when I needed to and hide in small spots too.  The lights for the station will turn off automatically soon and all our flashlight batteries have died so I guess this is all I am leaving behind.

This is probably Good Bye.

This is all we have left of Michael Lore’s journal from that tragic time in earth’s history. He drew the short straw and had to go up back into the world to find food and water for the other survivors.  The next day after he left the military struck hard against the alien invaders and exterminated them from our planet. 

Michael’s body was never recovered…

"Behind her the noise escalated..."

"Behind her the noise escalated..."

As she passed by a bunch of construction workers on lunch break.  If the applause and the whistling wasnt enought to put her over the edge, the day she had at work would. 

She got to work in the morning on time as usual, but her boss didnt show up for an hour so she couldnt get any work done.  Then she went out back to have a smoke by her car to find a pile of shattered glass and no car.  This had happened to her in the past, so she just called up the insurence people who had placed a GPS in her car.  They contacted the police and had her car back to her within the hour.  By that time it was time for her to eat lunch which she left in the car...  It was still there, well atleast half of it. What kind of car theif eats a lunch they found in the car while they steal it?

So back to real time. 

As she got closer to the workers you could see them nudging eachother and nodding in her direction.  It was juvinel but it happened 3 days out of 5.  Normally they kept to their games of whistling and jeering at her but today was worse.  One of them reached out with his muddy hand and slapped her in the butt.  She was wearing a blindingly white skirt, so the hand print stuck out like a sore thumb.  She turned around and stared him right in the eye.  He smiled at her and giggled like a girl with a crush.  Then she decked him right in the eye.  This stain would wash out when she got home but that black eye would give him endless crap from his buddies.

The clock winked....

The clock winked and it was suddenly 10 after 12, I was late!  My parents are going to kill me.  It takes 15 minutes to get home from rosemount if i hit every green light, which with my luck right now i will get all reds.  Maybe i can get home and they will be asleep and i can just pretend i was there the whole time.  Thats when the plan hit me.

I would get home,  the only way to get in would be through the garage so i would have to open it and hope it does wake them up.  I would sneak into the kitchen and make myself some spagettio's really fast using the stove since the microwave would wake them up.  I would wait for them to burn to the pot.  Pouring them into a clean bowl and then all of it down the drain.  Plug head phones into the TV and turn the volume up so it would look like i ate while watching it.  Then i would go into their room and wake them up saying i got home and was super hungry so i ate and thats why i was waking them up at 12:30. 

It was the perfect plan.  I hit three red lights and two greens making it home in 23 minutes flat.  I quitely shut the car door and let the crashing of the garage door come down.  I opened the door into my house to find the kitchen light on.  My mom was sitting at the table looking livid.  My stomach hit the floor as i said good bye to the next three weeks of my life.

SciFi rough draft

December 12, 2012

So far so good, the world hasn’t just spontaneously exploded.  After those eight earthquakes in Japan last year we all thought it would be true but I guess not.  School wasn’t even cancelled which kinda sucked. We all coulda used a day off for the coming of the apocalypse.  The war in Africa is about the same as it has been for a year now, dictators killing people and blaming the rebels but it has been like that for all of time hasn’t it?

December 13, 2012

Maybe I was wrong.  Another earthquake rocked the ocean last night.  The tidal wave flatted what was left of Japan which is now the modern Atlantis.  The entire country is now underwater.  Then Mont St. Helena blew her top unexpectedly last night too.  There was no warning so the people in the city down the mountain pretty much all died.  Scientists say that the earthquake over by Japan probably cause an opening for more magma to gush through making it impossible to warn people before it happened.  Throughout the last few months there have been lots of people saying they saw alien space ships in the sky too.  I never gave it much thought because I figured it was just a lot of loons who believed in the 2012 crap.  But last night I think I saw one too.  I was trying to go to sleep and couldn’t so I got up to get some water and that’s when I saw it.  It was about the size of a star in the sky but they moved really fast and they were green.  There were three lights in the figure of a triangle, one in front and two in the back.  It moved faster than any plane that I had ever seen but I had never seen any other planes that commercial ones so maybe it was just a military one.  I am not sure what I saw but I hope I am just making a big deal out of nothing.

December 17, 2012

The last few days have been too chaotic to write in this journal.  The aliens came on the 14th.  They destroyed everything... It’s like a comic book attacked the entire world.  They came in the middle of the day and before any military or diplomatic action could be taken against them they slaughtered us.  They had some kind of heat beam that would just turn people into dust.  We few that have survived found refuge in the subway system.  There isn’t much hope, we have no weapons or way to communicate with people that do.  It is really only a matter of time before they find us and finish what they started.

December 18, 2012

The stench down here is almost worse than just being killed by the aliens.  The reek of human waste fills the entire subway line.  We woke up early this morning with quite the scare, a subway red with fire whipped uncontrollable by running over some people sleeping on the track.  Someone down the line must've tried to escape using it and was shot by an alien.  They screech throughout the night we can hear them.  Some of them must be hundreds of pounds because we can see the earth shake when they walk over our heads.

December 19, 2012

We are out of supplies down here.  No more food or water and people are dying all the time.  Some of the people have resorted to cannibalism but I refuse to sink that low.  I figure even if I do eat another human, eventually I will still starve because there are only so many of us down here in this hole.  We will have to do some kind of recon mission into the top to get water so I nominated myself.  I head up tomorrow during the day since we don’t hear as much noise during the day we think they might sleep then.  Tomorrow we will draw straws to see has to go up and look around.  Whoever has to go will have no way to defend themselves up there they can only run, and they cant run back down here cause they’ll lead them right to the others.  It is a suicide mission really but we don’t have much of a choice we can either die trying or just die.

Over Spring Break I...

Well my spring break started early on friday.  I still had to get up and go to school at normal time but instead of going to first hour i reported to the PAC for my band trip check in.  We left around 8:30 to the airport, checked our suitcases and instuments, and boarded a plane to Newark air port in New York.  In totall there was 127 people going on this trip with the band so we had to split up into four separate flights.  I was on flight one the "senior flight".  We got to the gate and walked onto the plane as our seat numbers were called.  The plane was a "two one" meaning on one side there was two rows of seats and on the other there was just one.  The plane in totall had 51 seats for passengers, the EastView group took up 41 of those seats.  I feel bad for those ten suckers that got put with us.  As soon and we all got aboard we all traded seats so we could sit by all of our friends (much to the displeasure of the other passengers).  We finally got to newark airport and had a two-ish hour layover before our next flight.  Being responsible band students, the directors just let us run free in the airport for those two hours and expected us back in time for the flight to start boarding.  We all showed up on time, filling the air with excited chatter as we waited for boarding the start.  Then some bad new came over the intercom "The flight from Newark the Geniva has been delayed momentarily due to technical difficults with the plane".  It wasn't that much of a delay maybe 20 min. but it seemed like a decade for us highschoolers.  We finally got onto the plane and were pleasantly supprised to see every seat had a TV of its own and free movies and music for us to enjoy on the flight.  We all got into our seats and waited for the plane to take off, anticipation rising as fast as the plane.

Write from the point of view of a spoon inside a dishwasher.

The waves of heat wash over me as i sit there alone.  My life is a nonstop rinse cycle but i cannot wash away the scars of my past.  The water runs down my handle back into the gutter.  It would sear a normal person but i have adapted to the heat.

If you could invent one thing to help mankind, what would it be?

The one thing i would invent would be a everlasting gobstopper that wou;ld give you all the nutritional value of everyday meals.  This would help mankind because we could just mass produce them and give them to kids in africa that are starving.  Then we could end world hunger and only have to worry about global warming.

My scifi project

Imagine you were cryogenicly frozen for 100 years. What would life would be like when you wake up? What new technologies exist? How do people would look and behave? What species are extinct or new (aliens)? Has there been a worldwide disaster? Your story needs to be at least five pages in length and will be due next week.

I am thinking that in one hundred year, Nintendo will be proved right and the world we be full of aggressive wild Pokemon.  I will wake up and be a trainer that needs to collect all of the gym badges and defeat the elite four. 

The Shoe Car

Have you ever wanted to go somewhere in style?  Needed to appear at a buisness meeting driving the most impressive car?  Well i have a product for you!  The Shoe Car!  What would be the advantages to haveing the new car you ask? I will tell you!  Nobody wants to pay those nasty gas prices and here at sheo car co we have solved this world wide problem.  Out car run stictally on shoe shinner and will not run on anything else.  Now you are probably thinking "Well isn't shoe shinner MORE expensive than gas?" and we say "So?".  BUT WAIT! THERE IS MORE!  If you order three shoe cars now on our toll free number we will give you a bottle of shoe shinner FREE of charge!  BUT WAIT THERE IS EVEN MORE!  If you order five shoe cars now you will recieve in the mail a free poster of a shoe car and the free shoe shinner!  All this can be yours for the low price of fifteen payments of 500$.  Just immaging your self in a car that impresses all of your close friends and family!  BUY NOW!

My Journey on a Pirate Ship.

You would expect my journey to be full of battles and glorious hijackings of other ships and i don't get me wrong, those things did happen.  It's just well, most of the time living on a ship with a bunch of rotting people isn't that much fun.  Most of our time is spent just adjusting the sails or swabbing the poop deck, nothing cool happened that often.  Sometimes we would fight amongst ourselves but even that got boring and the fact that by killing that guy we had to pick up all of his duties on the boat.  Not everyone that died on the boat died of fighting.  Sicknesses raged throughout the boat since most of us when on land lived in the slums.  We would have fun in the evenings when all of our duties were finished.  The captain would tell us stories of sea monsters and beautiful women. Or we could rope swing off the boat into the water.  Most of the time we wouldn't be pillaging towns of hijacking boat.  We were just old smelly rotten guys living together on a boat.

GIANT RABIT

"So as you can see the hugifyer ray is a total success"

This is how Nasa's president started his speech on that fine Thursday afternoon.  The government had been secretly toying with alien technology since the early sixties and we had finally got a piece of equipment to work on an earth animal.  With just one shot of this ray gun the target would grow to be 4 times its normal size.  This had not yet been tested on a human for we do not have the technology to turn them back to normal size.  While we have the alien technology that is used to shrink things back, we have not decoded the programs and are unable to use it.  All alien technologies that the government possesses have been harvested from alien ship crashes.  Most of these ship crashes happen in the Bermuda triangle and are unseen by the public.  There is a lot more alien Tech that we have not learned how to work but the government is trying its hardest to put what we do have to work on the battle field and in the average American home.

best comic ever

Daily Journal: Think of a fictional character you really like (from a book, movie, or TV show). Craft a story with that person losing the most valuable item to him or her.

Our story starts with the jolly Green giant just awakening from his mid day nap.  He sits up in his jolly green bed and yawns a mighty yawn that shakes over all the nearby trees.  He stands up rubs at his eyes to get all the sleeping pees from the edges.  As he looks around the room.  His glowing golden grapes trophy case catches his eye.  He walks on over to admire his grapes but when he gets there,  THEY ARE GONE!  He doesn't believe his jolly green eyes, how could his most prized possession be gone! He immediately grabs his jolly Green i-phone out of his pocket and dials his arch nemesis The Giant From Up The Bean Stock. 

"FE FI FO FUM! HOW COULD YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A THING" cried the giant from up the bean stock.

The jolly green giant decieded that the other giant was telling the truth and tried to think of where else his grapes could be.  He went outside for a walk to clear his head and brainstorm were they could have gone.  he walked all the way to the nearby kingdom and from outside the walls he hear

"The king is most grateful for these grapes peasant jack, he requests where you got these from"

Papers by the shredder....

The screams of those passed on echo in my head as i sat there at home.  It was really a humble hoe the printer was my neighbor, next to it was the computer monitor, and finally after thatt there was the picture of my masters family.  That day had been a horrific day.  The master had been printing out airplane tickets and something had gone horrible wrong.  Paper after paper was thrown thoughtlessly into the shredder on the other side of the room. Their screams passing through my soul felt like a bucket of ice water.

"WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS FATE!"

In truth they had done nothing wrong.  It was never our fault for the master was the one that made mistakes.  In the mill we were taught to be a constant unchanging substance, obedient to any order.  But this master must have attended some public crowded school, for he made more mistakes then i have witnessed anywhere else in the world.

The trip through the printer itself wasn't that bad.  

Marian Bartsch and Joey Catsalgi met on his first day of work...

at the old paper mill just outside Chicago.  Joey had been working here since age 14 and was in charge of Marian’s training.  He started off with the hour long lecture on fire safety regulations and explained what to do in case of emergency.  This would be important to learn first since fires broke out at the mill all the time.  Then they continued around to all the different machinery explained how to operate it and where/when not to put hands and fingers into machines.  He explained the machines like it they were a part of his family.  Since Marian knew Joey before applying to the mill, he knew exactly why he was so familiar with the work.

Joey had grown up downtown Chicago and had many unfortunate encounters with the law.  All throughout school he was in and out of junvy’s and jails.  Having been the only white kid in his neighborhood, he was beat up at least once a week by the local gangs.  But this made him tougher and the right mold for the harsh working conditions at the mill.

Hyku

Limbs flow in the wind
The trunk is sturdy but still thin
Wood for a woodwind

What would you do on your last day of life with unlimited resources

First i would climb to the top of the tallest building in St. Paul and throw hundreds of dollars off of the top.  Then i would get a homeless guy off the street and give him a pimp suit complete with top hat, cane, and monocle.  then i would go to a hair cut place and pay a lady with long hair to shave just the top of her head so it was still long in the back.  Then i would go to a buy a new TV and smash it before i even got it to my car which i would have stolen off the lot.  The car would've been  brand new mustang and i would just hop in and hot wire it and drive away.  Then i would buy a crappy used car that was for sale, i would pay the guy twice as much as he was asking for it.  I would bring the car to a construction sight and have then dropped it off the highest crane they had on the site.  Then i would eat lunch and take a nap. when i woke up i would eat at the restaurant at the top of the foshay tower and talk about how when my dad was young this was the tallest building in the city.  Then i would dine and dash cause even though i had the money it was more fun than paying.  I would then right my will and give everything i have to Justin Bieber cause even though he is cool now in 2 years everyone will forget him and he will become cracked out like charlie sheen.  hopefully by giving him my endless amount of resources he will be able to keep himself out of drugs

Toll Road Pot Hole

The road remains silent, hence the toll

Car flowing forward, like a well trained horse

Water gleaming in a single hole

The car snaps down, heads crack, skull on skull

Passengers cringe in remorse

The road remains silent, hence the toll

The car stays constant, but the passengers turn fearful

Ripping around the steering wheel, the passengers change course

Water gleaming in a single hole

Resistance from the car, all it wants is the ol’

Brakes are stomped, stopping it all by force

The road remain silent, hence the toll

The car collapses, it was too full

Too much activity the engine would over heat

Water gleaming in a single hole

More cars will pass, causing the hole to dull

But that one car will already have retreat

The road remains silent hence the tall

Water gleaming in a single hole

Top ten things i have done in life

1.       Being Born

2.       Being confirmed

3.       Accepted to a college I would like to go to

4.       Got great grades all throughout school so far

5.       Thrown a pot on the wheel by myself

6.       Accepted into All State band

7.       Become section leader in marching band

8.       Gone to Washington DC to stay with my bro

9.       Been a part of band in general

10.   Stayed connected with my family

Etheree Poetry

Starved.
Sitting.
At the counter.
Stomach thundering.
The thought of food haunting.
Staring down an oven.
The air in the room stands still.
I wait anxiously for a treat.
Scarily loud, the buzzer biz's.
At long last... the cake can now start cooling.

So there i was in the middle of the aquarium, drenched in octopus ink.  It was really kinda silly how i got there, it all started that morning with my alarm going off. It woke me up with a start.  I dont remember what i was dreaming about but i was sweating and really tense.  i sat up in my bed and stretched, twisting left and right.  I hopped out of bed and jumped into the shower.  By the time i got out, i was already 5 minutes behind schedule.... probably would miss the bus if i ate breakfast at home.  I yelled to my mom to throw some bread in the toaster as i scoured my room for clothes to wear.  As i dressed my mom shouted back "you're going on a field trip today, don't forget a...".  The rest of the words were drowned out by the blare of  bus horn at 7 AM in the morning.  I dash down the stairs of my house, jumping  over the last few of them. my mom hands me my toast as i run and i am off to school in no time.  When i arrive my teacher grabs me out of the crowd and leads me onto another bus.  My entire biology class is there and i realize i have a trip to the aquarium today.  When we arrive at the aquarium the first exhibit we look at is the octopus.  There is a lower underwater level and an upper at water level.  I run up to the top level and immediately slip across the floor right into the tank.  the octopus attacks me and sprays me with ink as the zoo keepers pull me to safety.

Peter Beckwith

Peter has a very fun life
Eating foods he likes
Reading stories that he enjoys
Everyday he does these things
Repetitive one might say

But to him to is life
Even if people think it is weird
Could he care any less?
Kinetic thoughts fuel his day
With joy and excitement
Intense moments fill every hours
Tyrannosaurus Rex stomps though his brain
Havoc in sues

Changing the world

I believe that there are a lot of flaws in our world today. If i was able to fix them all these are the ones that i would fix first.

1.       The school system needs a new way of choosing which teachers stay and which ones go

2.       Oil company’s need to stop buying the fuel efficient cars so that the public can have them too

3.       In the Middle East we need to stop people from fighting and create peace

4.       We should form a stable government in all countries so we can all work together easier

5.       We should eliminate crime organizations

6.       Get everyone in the world at least a high school degree will downsize poverty everywhere

7.       By eliminating poverty we can eliminate gang problems

8.       Make scientific advancement to the point where we don’t pollute the air at all

9.       Also advance the way we travel though space so that it is  inhabitable for humans on other planets

Sonnet

Imagine a school where all hope is lost
The halls are darkened with the students souls
Quality education but at what cost
coughs echo through the halls dead and frozen with colds

Commandingly the bell forces us on
Students move on slowly dragging their feet
Why oh why have their ambitions moved on
Finishing a class is now quite a feat

The grades are high but with moral so low
Our minds have been sharpened but our hearts dulled
Our own minds have become our greatest foe
Our souls are pulled into sleep if lulled

This school is trying to bring us all up
But it is only pushing us all down.

The house was made of

Blue berry muffins.  These were no ordinary muffins though, they were as hard as cement, and the blue berries were actually missiles, diligently protecting in inhabitants.  Just then a wobbly old wagon rolled up to the front door. The blue berry missiles silently locked into the foreign object, waiting for a threat to appear.  An old man stepped out of the wagon, his beard fire red and falling all the way down the dust on his shoes.  He squinted looking around the house, checking for any spy's trying to learn how to get in.  A voice code lock appeared from behind the muffins.  He whispered the secret password into the machine, uttering the word so quietly the machine barely picked it up "Gabby".    The door immediate swung open and the man hopped inside and slammed the door shut again.  With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, he knew he was safe and sound in his house.

word cloud

A Feast of the undead

If i had the chance to invite three people, living or dead, to a dinner party the choices would be obvious.  First off we would need some entertainment so i would bring along Will Ferrell cause he is hilarious. I would force him to wear his costume from elf and have him eat spaghetti with M&M's and skittles on it.  Then i would need someone with wicked stories to tell. Filling this place would be Travis Pastrona the dirt bike legend.  With all the crazy stuff he has done on and off camera he must have some amazing stories.  lastly i would want someone i actually know to be there so it wouldn't be so weird eating with strangers.  So i would bring Mr. Currie to come with me cause he is funny and would be really uncomfortable sitting next to Will since he does think he is funny.

Assonance poem

with this gloomy forcast tonight, almost forgot this Assonance poem
This had given me quiet a fright tonight
Because when i got home i grabbed a bite and the flew a kite
The wind would fight, flying it too all my might
Then the kite hit me in the head, my brother called to me "Stay away from the light!"
But the light was too bright
When i woke, i was about to choke
I had fallen into the water for my brother this was much of a bother
When i got better i wrote a letter
It was to my grandma i wrote it out by hand
I gave my sister a high five then i pushed her off the high diveI hope she doesnt fall into a bee hive,  because then she will be less alive.

The Most Terrifying moment of my life so far...

The most terrifying moment of my life so far actually happens everyday.  It all starts when i am rushed from fifth hour to the cafeteria for lunch.  Normally i sit down at my table with my cold lunch friends and we talk for a while, waiting for the check out lines to die down.   The now deafing chatter in the lunch room tells me that the lines are gone and it is time to go get food. I make my way there, picking out my favorite meal,  grabbing a chocolate milk carton.  As i walk my heart rate starts to climb, the moment is getting closer.  There is no way to avoid it.  I walk on toward the check out grabbing some chips from the rack as i go.  I put in my lunch password, my chest is about to explode.  My sweaty hand in my pocket clutches my wallet for dear life.  This is the moment i dread everyday for it is unavoidable.  Do i have enough money in my account?  Will i be yelled at for not having enough? What if i have to go into the backroom and ask the boss lunch lady for permission to go into the hole?As i punch my last numbers into the machine, i barely manage to spit out my own name.  The lunch lady (or Lord) punches into her computer what i have on my tray.  Feeling like i am about to ralph, the computer in its electronic voice say "Thank you, come again".  I walk proudly away. My heart is calming down.  Before i know it i am back with my friends ready to eat my meal.

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earliest childhood memory

It was a sunny day back in Lincoln Nebraska.  The family and i were outside on my drive way playing basketball.  My dad had gone back inside to get the camera so we could remember this moment forever.  As he came back out, our newish puppy Freckles came dashing out the door.  Before any of us could catch her she ran out into the street and sat down.  At this same moment a red van from down the street was coming out.  The van was heading right towards Freckles.  Thinking quickly my dad yelled out to her to lay down flat on the ground.  Freckles lay down on the street and the speeding van whipped over her head.  As Freckles ran back to us we all had a good laugh.....

And then i woke up (apparently).

July

Blue
The color of pride
Feels like a goal achieved
Birds chipping a victorious song
Fresh grass fills your nose
The chlorine from the pool still still sting's your toung
It is still the best time of your life

A man/woman walks out into the cold night air. His/her hands are shaking from what just happened…

The icy cold pistol grip shotgun still clinched in her hand the cold blood of the undead running down her body.  She had held the zombies off this time but the gunshots would have attracted another barrage.  By morning the building would once again be fill to the brim with warriors of the undead.  Knowing she must leave she gathers her clothes and shotgun shells and flee's.  Running down the street, she checks every car to see if any still run.  She finds one that runs and has a full tank of gas.  Her luck has finally changed,  revving up the engine of the Hummer 2 she found her heart pounds.

Parts of Speech Poem

An octipus
Slippery but sticky
Inking and sucking
Squids



LINE 1 One article and one noun
LINE 2 One adjective and one conjunction and one adjective
LINE 3 One verbal (ed or ing word) and one conjunction and one verbal
LINE 4 One noun that relates to the noun in the first line (It can be two or three words).

Story continued

As i walk to the Television i pass the medical tent.  I dont even need to look, i have seen it all before.  There is a constant scream of agony.  The hygein is uncontrolably low, this poses the biggest problem for the amputees.  We used to send the wounded out of the camp for treatment, but since infections run rampet in all the the camps, we end up just doing the best we can here.

I arrive at the tent with the TV, but just as i enter there is an deafening explosion behind me.  I immdiately leap away from the tent and crawl the temporary safty behind a sandbag bunker. 

The Cinquain

Maddie
Really likes pie
She would eat it all day
But since she is already fat
She don't

I wake up and try to take a deep breath, but the deeper the breath the more severe the pain. The ground is hard beneath my back, and I feel a dull pain in my arm…

But so life has become here in Sudan.  It's been ten years since i joined the rebelion.  I was just 8 years old.  We fight for freedom and revenge on our country for what they have done to our tribes.  We encounter enemy troops daily. The battles are short, but gruesome.  I am the sole surviver from my tribe when we joined up.  When i try and remember that day when the rebelion came to recruite it seemed more like we were kidnapped, but i am glad they took me.  The people i have met here have made me strong, or atleast strong enough to kill for my country.

I try to sit up in my tent.  The chatter of gun fire off in the distance starts the sooth me back into sleep.  But i know i need to get up now and begin my day.  I unzip my tent and look outside.  The fires have been made and there are some other boys watch the new "Rambo" movie that we just got.  I reach back into my tent and pick up my AK47, strapping it back onto my back.  I feel naked when i dont have it with me.

Life boat

Well bro our relationship is easy goin like a boat
Our engines constantly pushing us ahead
Not to fast not to slow
The benches was sit on are hard and incomfortable at times
Luckily we have a snack bag of memories is there to fix our problems
So i will steer for now and hopefully not crash us into something

(no homo)

Best Friend Journal

A best friend of mine is Maddie Archer-Burton
She is spunky like a squirrel with a bag of peanuts
Personality bright at a LED light bulb flashing right in front of your eyes
She is hilarious when humor is needed and silent when a quiet time has come
Her family has nothing to do with Archer Farms
Nor with the Burton Snowboards as far as i know
But she is still an ideal best friend
Maddie Archer-Burton

My sister Katie

My sister Katie is as tall as a the oldest oak tree in the forest
Her voice shrill like a banshee's scream
Yet her words as soft as an unboild egg
Temper flares like a firework, but ends just as quickly
Though she is nice most of the time just like a cute little panda bear.

5 similes

1. A calendar is like a mirror because_it reflect's the age in our hearts________________.
2. A sandwich is like a _____onion____________ because_____it has many layers_________.
3. An ice cube is like a cookie because_______my dog loves both of them_______.
4. A knife is like a whisper because______its silent but deadly__________.
5. Kissing is like a careful collision because_____________.
6. _____The jelly fish's tenticles______ feels like a peeled grape.
7. _____Sophie's hair______ feels like leftover spaghetti.
8. Falling in love sounds like____a car crash_____ because_____it is tragic_____.
9. A dentist’s drill feels like _____a pillow launcher_____ because____it feels good on your face______.
10. Tomato soup tastes like bleeding hearts because____of the joy that comes with it________.

Out of the dark we came, into the…

The dangerous bed a lava.  Something was percuilar about this lava, it was cold. we ventured further out into the volcano but the lava became colder and colder.  When we reached the middle there was a pit falling down what looked like 1000 feet.  Luckily we had our volcano adventure kit which contained a 1000 foot rope and a 500 pound rock, although this bag was excessively heavy it was guarenteed to come in usefull on the label.  We lowed the rope down and fasted it too the rock.  As we began our descent the hole started to reek of girlish purfume.  When we reached the bottom we were shocked to seem a room filled with gorgeous women.  The room had couches TVs and a humungous refridgerator, by the looks of it these girls had lived here for years.  We landed with a thud and they all squealed with excitement.  A trupet played in the background anouncing our arrival. We were complimented for our bravery crossing the lava and our craftyness lowering ourselves into the room. And we all lived in the room forever and ever. The End

Change poem

The
crowd
sits
quietly
as the first notes are played

The
climax
is
deafening
filling
everyone
with
joy

Stage
empy
only
the
janitor
remains
picking
up
chairs

Bucket list

1.       Discover and animal that nobody has seen before.

2.       Fly to the moon in under 5 hours.

3.       Meet a creature from another planet.

4.       Marry a supermodel and divorce her the same week.

5.       Win the lottery.

6.       Put all my lottery winnings into the lottery and win again and again and again.  

7.       Beat Sophie Runing in American idol.

8.       Start a business that I don’t have to do anything and still make lots of money off of.

9.       Learn how to throw bowls on the potter’s wheel that are super huge.

10.   Get one million friends on Facebook.

Limerick

There once was a student named Maddie
She was also kind of a fatty
She would yell and scream
Oh man she was mean
I doubt she will ever get lucky

A Day Ten Years From Today....

BANG I wake up with a start.  Something or someone has found the hideout.  I jump out of my hammock and pick up my baseball bat.  The room is dark. but we were underground so it was always dark.  Throwing on my nighvision goggles i dash out of the room ready to fight.  I saw it immediatly stumbling down the hall.  Looking above it i can see a man hole cover had been opened.  The beast must've fallen down while looking  for us, time to teach it a lesson.  As i approach more i can see the monster in more detail.  Magestically pure white fur, an upright body with a stong frame, hands outstretched infront of it idiotically looking for the wall.  The abominable snowman appeared to be a gental giant but looks can be misleading.  After 2012 to world had changed. With the discovery of this yeti they had come out of hiding and were now exterminating all of man kind.  The pod i live with in the sewer is one of few surviving humans, waiting for the moment to take back our earth.

ode to t-pain

T-Pain, you Take away all of my Pain
Your robotic voice ushering my depressed feelings down a dark ally
Donating your own type of Pain to those feelings, assureing they will not return
You ride on a boat like it is your chariot
I have deticated a quarter of high school to your memory
Golden and smiling, you now sit upon my windowsill
Top hat reflecting my soul into my eyes
Intoxicating my mind with music
You are my life

Most Embarassing Moments

I don't really get embarassed very often.  Since i am ssssooooooo funny i am used to being the center of attention and making jokes and what not.  BUT, when i was little i was not as good at this.  When i was 8 i had a dream. It was a very realistic dream but all the same it was a dream.  Then a couple weeks pass and i was talking to my brother about my dog when i remembered my dream.  I told my brother about how my dog had ran into the street and there was a car coming.  So like any smart dog would, she laid down and then car when harmlessly over her head.  When i finished this story my brother started to cry with laughter.  He immediatly went and told my entire immediate family and it was morifying. To this very day not one family get together passes without someone referring to that time when the dog almost got hit by a car.  This is pretty much the only embarassing thing that has happened to me that was actually memorable.  Lots of embarassing things happen to me everyday but they just dont matter very much.

Poem

Peter
Animated Creative Funny Akward
Brother of Jason, Sister of Katie
Lover of ideas
Who feels constantly filled with energy
Who gives the wonderfull gift of my presence
Who is deathy afraid of dying
Who would like the see his brother
Residents of your heart
Beckwith

Journal

You are walking down the street and out runs a zebra, you hear a roar and then out strolls a lion. It turns and looks your way…

as it sits down its back leg reaches up to scratch its ear.  You slowly back up to start running when the lion becomes alert.  It's ear perk up like barbs on a wire when you also hear the snapping of tree limps in the woods.  While the lion is distracted you take this opporunity to start to run.  Turning away as fast as you can you break into a dead sprint when a giant paw falls out of the sky obliterating the ground infront of you.  Your eyes follow the leg up to its owner until you reach its head.  Staring right back at you is a 50 foot killer poodle.  Blood red eyes pierce your soul as if the grim reaper himself was about to cut you down.  Just then the lion roars behind you and the poodle changes targets.  Cat's being their arc nemesis's the poodle bounds over to the lion.  There you are, baffled with your good fortune.You turn to run again when a deafening crash forces your eyes back to the animals. 

Haiku

Maddie wears leggings,
her eye's smell like strawberries,
Zebra print is cool.

Thank you letter

Salutations Jolly Green Giant!
I am writing you so I can thank you for all the wonderfull things you have done for the earth!  It is really cool that you supply people everywhere with such nutritious vegetables.  I have given this more thought than the average person and relize the hardships that you must have endured throughout history.  Your first true siting was, unrecognized by most, in the legend of Odysseus.  He encounters you while trying to sail home from Troy and thinks you are some horrible mosters.  It is understandable that you would lock him up because what if he had gotten out and ruined all your plants.  Clearly Odysseus was in the wrong stopping at your home and i do not blame you for any of the tragic events that occured.  All thoughout history there have been sitings of you and your family just like in this story and normally the people end up hunting your family down and killing them.  I feel for your lose bro...  It is amazing of you to still grow vege's for us even after these unfortunate mishaps and America thanks you

Your's Truely



Peter Wm Beckwith

Memorable Events

When Freckles (my dog) ate a five pound bag a mashmallows and wimpered all night because of her tummy ache

My sister Katie was baby sitting me and she mad beans and forgot the water and just burned them

Freckles running into the street and almost getting hit by a car but she layed down and it went over her

Making first chair tuba in the top band at EVHS
Marching band and all things that have to do with it

When my car turned into a alien fighting robot named bumble bee

Being bit by a radio active spider and getting super powers

Going to the mongolian grill in burnsville

Best/worst place in the world

The best place for me can also be my worst place.  When I sleep at night my dreams bring me to a wonderful place called imagination land.  In this place there and double rainbows and elegant girraffs running ramped through arctic snow dunes.  Although this place is the best place I have ever been there are also the days when everything is crashing down around me.  I know this is lame, or as some of you would say “Lamesauce” but the conditions of this place really just depend on what is happening to me in real life.  If things are going good there are double rain bows of joy and hundreds of feral pigs running up to give me loving hugs, but on bad days this place turns into my worst nightmare, if you will. Those rainbows turn into electric flying ant eaters that chase me through the night.  These beasts aren’t the worst of my problems though.  If I venture to far into the dunes I encounter a beast far worst.  Its talons sharp enough to cut a man in half, armpits that reek of dead cacti, and worst of all eye’s that piece your body down into the deepest part of your soul.  The leopluradon of my nightmares might only be three feet tall but it has devoted its entire life to being the end of my sleep.

Free Writing

In creative writing class i would like to learn about everything in the entire world. Why are oranges orange? How do mountain get snow on the top of them?  What do sea bears do in their free time?

Now i realize that not many people can answer my questions so i guess i could just stick to learning about different writing styles.  I am looking forward to writing the short story because i want to write like i am Mario in Mario Cart racing around one of the tracks and the hardships i would endure. Also since blogger does not capitalize my i's when they are left by themselves i would like to learn to hold down the shift key when i type them.