Christmas Break

Oh Christmas break, how i can't wait for you to come

Sleeping in, nothing expected of me

It is my favorite part of the school year

Fun with family and friends

No Macs or Shakespeare

Only relaxation and joy

Christmas break, you are only a day away.

The Snowball Fight

The snow fell and all was blissfully sweet. I spun round and round in circles with my arms stretched out and my smile wide and broad. I was so very very happy. BAM! I was hit by a snowball. Slowly, slowly, slowly I fell down. My feelings, crushed. My spirit, crushed. My happiness, super crushed. I looked up. Patrick Gillen. Oh, Patrick Gillen. He who throws snowballs. Patrick. Michael. Gillen.

The snowball fight officially started.

The snowballs go that way, the snowballs go this way. Whirling, twirling, slamming, hitting.

Then Patrick went way too far.

He put a rock in one of his snowballs.

Yes, a rock.

Yes, it did hit Liz.

And she did cry.

Nobody wants bruises on Christmas.

Nobody.

Especially not innocent little girls who just wanted to spin round in circles.

"You ruined Christmas Pat."

"It was just a little rock. I thought it would be funny. I thought you were tough enough to handle a little old rock."

"You are an astronaut Pat. You fly around in space and have zero gravity. You are an astronaut."

"Now that is going too far Liz."

"I'm sorry. I'm done talking to you for 45 minutes. You are a big fat meanie butt."

"Ughhhhh....."

The snow continued to fall as Liz walked away, forever into the snowy abyss.

THE END YO

The Year Patrick Ruined Christmas

Once upon a time in a small town called Knox, Pennsylvania, lived a girl named Elizabeth. This young girl had the most Christmas spirit in all of the town until last Christmas when everything that she had hoped and dreamed for a perfect Christmas had not come true. This epic fail of a Christmas forever ruined the holiday for young Elizabeth. This is that story....

One year ago a week before Christmas Elizabeth had her entire Christmas break, er I mean Holiday Break (I must be politically correct), planned out. She would spend time with her family on Christmas enjoying the season, and also go on as many epic adventures with her friends as she could. Some of these friends were returning from college and it had been months since she had seen them, and she wanted to make great memories with them that would keep her from being depressed until Spring break.

The day before break Elizabeth was in school experiencing the monotony that is the last day before break. She was forced to watch the awful "Fred Claus" and could not wait to get out of school and do all the things she had planned. Elizabeth had planned to go home that night and make Christmas cookies for her good friend Ben. She knew how much he liked her cookies and felt that it would be a great present for him. As she was preparing to make the cookies Patrick called.

"Yes Pat?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making cookies for my good friend Ben Hogue. He's such a nice guy that I thought I'd make him these to show how good of friends we are."

"Well can I help?"

"Ummm..... isn't Festivus tonight?"

"We already did that."

"Were you beat up in the feats of strength again?"

"No, no. So cookies for Ben huh? That's a really good idea. I would enjoy helping you with that."

"Ok well you can come over as long as you promise not to mess anything up."

"I promise." Pat said with his fingers crossed.

Pat was angry with Ben because he had just gotten beat up in the feats of strength. Pat couldn't figure out why Ben beat him up so badly, but it was because he had been a major jerk hole lately and someone had to do it, and Festivus (the made up holiday from Seinfeld that they all celebrated on December 23 to boycott the commercialism of Christmas.) was the perfect time to do it. Because of the whole getting beat up issue, although it was tradition and in the spirit of the holiday, Pat was angry at Ben. This seemed to happen every year. Pat would volunteer for the feats of strength, which is essentially a wrestling match and the loser is the one who gets punched in the nose first, and then subsequently get the crap kicked out of him by one of his "friends" and then get all mad. Pat's plan to get back at Ben was to ruin the cookies Elizabeth was making him. Little did he know that this would put a damper on Elizabeth's Christmas. While they were making the cookies Elizabeth told Patrick he could mix them, when she walked out of the room he added a whole bunch of salt.

The next day when Elizabeth dropped off the cookies she was in a very good mood. Patrick was as well only his mood was based on the evil that was about to occur. As Ben took a bite of the first cookie he knew it didn't taste quite right. He tried to hide it though and ate the whole thing. After eating almost five of the cookies Ben didn't feel well. His mouth was dried out and his stomach was turning. He ran to the bathroom and vomited. He came out of the bathroom very upset.

"Liz did you put all of that salt in those cookies as a joke?"

"No, why would I do that?"

"Well none of your cookies have ever tasted like that and I think you were doing it as a practical joke. That wasn't funny! I'm really sick now."

Elizabeth ran out the door very upset, and Patrick slowly walked out behind her laughing maniacally.

Elizabeth was very upset by the whole cookie incident, but Patrick wasn't done yet. He was out to ruin Christmas for everyone, but sadly enough he would end up only ruining it for Elizabeth. Patrick's next evil plan was the most diabolical yet. Elizabeth and her friends had planned a nice Christmas party. At this Christmas party they ate dinner, and gave each other Christmas presents. This made Patrick, who is somewhat like the Grinch in this story only he doesn't learn a lesson, very angry. He was upset that he wasn't getting any of the chocolate pretzels, puppy chow, and Christmas cookies they were having. He decided he would break into Ashley's house and steal all of the goodies before the girls got there.

While the girl's were at school Patrick put his plan into action. He drove to the house on Peterson Avenue and broke in. When I say he broke in i mean he walked in the front door, because let's face it not to many people lock their doors here in Knox. He snuck into the kitchen where the goodies were and put them all in his massive backpack. He had victory again, only he had made a huge mistake. He had left his Keystone track jacket with the name Gillen hanging on one of the chairs in the dining room.

When the girls reached the house after school they were all excited to eat their treats and give each other their presents, but when they walked in the kitchen they knew something was wrong. Elizabeth was the first to notice that the treats were gone, and the first to notice the jacket on the chair, but before she could grab it and hide it the girls pounced on her.

"Your stupid boyfriend took all of our treats!"

"It wasn't my fault. I don't know why he would do that."

"Well how are we supposed to have a good time without our treats. He ruined our party. Thanks a lot Liz."

Poor Elizabeth was heartbroken. She drove down to her house and locked herself in her room for the rest of the night. Why, she wondered, was Patrick ruining everything?

Patrick sat in his room that night singing songs of joy. He had his treats, and he had almost given Ben a lethal dose of salt. It wasn't enough though. He needed to ruin more people's Christmases. From there on out he did the most evil things that he could, and they all somehow come back around to ruining Elizabeth's holiday season. Caitlin's blindfold was cut to shreds, it was a present from Liz, and James' air-soft bullets were poured down the drain. Dee's candy was eaten, and his parents' third season of "The Office" was taken for his own enjoyment. Any present that was given to someone from Elizabeth was either taken or destroyed. Elizabeth was so depressed because everyone thought she either didn't get them presents, tried to poison them, or ate all of their candy. Christmas was not going the way she had planned it at all, and everyone was mad at her. Finally, Patrick did something that just made her snap. When the exchanged presents he gave her size fifteen Steeler's flip-flops.

"What is wrong with you Patrick?"

"What did I do? Are they to big?"

"They're size fifteen Patrick. Were you even thinking when you bought these. I don't even like football that much."

"I thought it was the thought that counted?"

"You didn't put any thought into this present at all. You're so stupid! You've ruined my Christmas."

Elizabeth went home that night vowing to never enjoy Christmas again. Patrick had ruined it. There would be no more singing Christmas songs for her, or making cookies, or buying people presents they would really enjoy. She no longer believed in the Christmas spirit.

The Sticker Kids

It was a drabby day in room 115 when Ben and Liz entered creative writing. They were casually discussing important things such as world peace and toxic waste dump infernos. All of a sudden they noticed on the other creative writing classes picture stickers of achievement! They knew that they would have to do something nasty and dasterdly in order to get back at them. I wonder how they feel about being "naughty" and "the dumb writing class".

bahahahaha

Woooosh!!!!

At the speed of light

Down the track he goes.

Turning left, right

He picks up speed

A sheet of ice

The wind in his face

The cold metal on his bottom

He can see the finish line

The gold medal

The glory

The fame

And then...

He hits a bump

And crashes into a pile of snow

The little boy snaps back

The metal was plastic

And the track a hill

But the medal to him was real

And the little boy still dreams.

The Night Santa Didn't Bring Ben Hogelstein Any Presents, Just Coal

Ben Hogelstein was a bad kid that whole entire year

he had treated his brother badly

and filled his mother with fear.

Ben treated girls like poop

and was filled with angry thoughts.

He didn't even feel the need to cook his sister soup.

His attitude was bad

as Ms. Rutkowski liked to say.

Every single day, he made Liz Kersey very sad.

Santa watched him from above

with a frown upon his face,

as Ben tripped Seth and gave Dan a big fat shove.

It was Christmas Eve and Santa got into his sled

he took off into the sky with his reindeer and the toys.

Flying above the chimneys the presents he did shed.

As Santa flew over Ben's house he let out a big ho ho ho

for he knew Ben wasn't getting anything but coal.

He knew fo sho.

Ben woke up Christmas morning with hope in his eyes,

he looked underneath his Christmas tree

and was suddenly filled with cries.

"MOM! DAD! Santa didn't get me any toys!"

"We know Ben," They said,

"Toys are only for good boys."

Ben decided from that day forth he would be a good boy

he was nice to all his friends

and even Taylor Toy.

The moral of this story

is always be a good kid,

or else you won't get presents.

The End

In a world such as this

you have to smile . . .

Even though your teeth are bad

and when you grin

your double chin

folds over on itself

and just makes your face look

fat

In a world such as this

you have to laugh . . .

Even if your laugh

sounds like a hyena married

a fire truck and it

makes dogs hold their

heads off to the side

and make that weird face

In a world such as this

you have to be glad . . .

That things didn't turn

out worse and that your

mind still kind of works

and your arms and legs and fingers

still move.

Because each day brings

enough joy to make it all

worthwhile

Even in a world such as this . . .

and if you're really lucky

you get the joke.

MS. RUT!!!

I don't get the google docs way that we evaluate ourselves. Can we just do our evaluation on here or send you an e-mail or something like that? Maybe you could teach me how to use it if you want to continue google docs.

With all my love,

Liz

The Big Burb That Came Out of Billy the Boy

Tis' the night of Thanksgiving

around 8 o'clock.

Billy the Boy's tummy

is going a flop.

He ate too much turkey,

too many orange yams.

He scarved down the coleslaw

and did a number to the ham.

Billy laid on the couch

his stomach perfectly round.

His mom is concerned

for a moan is what he's making, it's the only sound.

His mom rubbed his little tummy

and patted his back.

All of a sudden he burped

and set his mom flying like a sack.

It wasn't a normal burb,

oh no.

It was the loudest, smelliest, most gigantic burb

in the town of Corsico.

His mom teared up,

his sisters all gagged.

His father started laughing,

he was proud of his son, he did not nag.

Once again it was quiet

on the night of Thanksgiving,

Billy the Boy feeling better,

his burp was no longer living.

The moral of this story

girls and boys.

Never let a burp grow,

let it flow and have joys.

Gobbles the Gallant Gobbler

Thanksgiving Day. The one day when all turkey's, young and old, fear the most. The evil butcher was out to get them. He would pen them up behind his shop unjustly, they would be there, left alone to await their awful fate. But one turkey, one small turkey felt that he could prevent this from happening. This turkey was different than the rest. He was a crime fighter, a super hero that would even help the human race, but on this day his only motive was to save as his two brothers from the evil butcher.

As he slowly walked down the street Gobbles' (yes i realize it's cliche) head hung. He was depressed. He knew that his brothers were in grave danger, and that he only had twenty-four hours to save them from The Butcher. This was such a large task for one turkey, but he was the only one capable of doing it. He had the means, the equipment, and the will. He was essentially the turkey version of Batman, but not with the crappy disguise voice that Christian Bale used in the Dark Knight. Also he didn't have an underlying reason for fighting crime on a normal day, he just felt it was something he was supposed to do.

As Gobbles neared his secret hideout, which was a barn on a farm owned by this guy named Ted, he realized how easy it really should be to save his brothers from the clutches of The Butcher. The Butcher was not a smart man, he was slow, but violent. Gobbles felt however that he should be able to out wit The Butcher. He had a plan, but it involved Ted actually buying his two brothers alive. Gobbles wasn't sure if he could convince Ted to do this mainly because he wasn't sure if Ted could understand him. He had to try though. He had no choice.

Gobbles walked up to Ted and spoke. "Gobble"

"What do you need Gobbles?"

"Gobble."

"You do realize i can't understand you right?"

Gobbles had feared this, so he decided he'd attempt to draw a picture of what he needed. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and drew out his plan.

"Wow Gobbles you are one really smart turkey, but I'm not sure i can convince The Butcher to sell me two live turkeys. He's a fan of selling less live turkeys. They're usually frozen and ready for cooking, but I'll see what I can do."

Gobbles had hoped for this and knew that Ted would never be able to convince The Butcher to sell him two live turkeys. Gobbles real plan was to have The Butcher distracted and while he was doing this Gobbles would open the gate of the pen his brothers were in and they would be free.

Gobbles went to bed that night feeling pretty good about what he had planned out. He didn't see anyway that it could possible fail. He wasn't even going to bring any of his crime fighting gear with him because he felt it wouldn't be needed. Yes, he thought to himself, tomorrow will be the easiest mission I have ever gone on.

At the crack of dawn Gobbles was awake. He knew there was only so much time after The Butcher's shop opened to save his brothers. He hopped into the truck with Ted and off they went.

Once in town Gobbles got out of the truck so he could circle around to the back of the shop. He reached the point of his objective only to find something terrifying. There were two large dogs guarding the turkey pen. He had not expected this, and wasn't sure of his next plan of attack. If he flew over top of the pen and released it from the inside then his brothers and himself would surely be mauled by the dogs. His only option was to fight off the dogs, and get them away from the pen. He didn't have much time to do this. The Butcher didn't talk for very long to his customers. He only had one thing on his mind, and that was to butcher.

Gobbles had one shot at his plan and he had to set it into motion quickly. He flew to the top of a tree with a rope he found and tied it to a limb. He took a second to think what he was doing over, and then swung on the rope over top of the dogs grabbed his brothers and landed on the other side of the pen away from the dogs. The quickly ran away from The Butcher's shop back to the hide-out.

Gobbles knew that he had only saved two turkeys from being eaten that Thanksgiving Day, but if he could do that every year he would consider the day a victory for turkey's everywhere.

Tired

Eye-lids heavy

Yawning occurring

It has been a very taxing week

I have missed my creative writing class

But right now i would just like to sleep

My bed sounds great right now

But I'm here in school

Because I have to be

Oh I am tired.

College

College:

Ask any person and their view is different.

For some it's a place to discover themself and become the person they knew they would be,

for others it's a time to party and get trashed Thursday through Saturday.

Some will tell you it's a time to learn so you can get a good career,

and others feel that this is where you'll meet all kinds of people to enhance your life.

I personally can not wait to go to college.

I can't wait for new experiences and new freedom.

To meet new people and live in a place with an entirelly different culture.

I can't wait to go learn the skills I'll need for my career.

I can't wait for a new experience in my life.

Thank You

To those who have fallen

We thank you

For the sacrifice you made

Doing a job most of us wouldn't do

To those who have served

We salute you

For putting your life in danger

For going to distant lands

Not knowing what you'll encounter

From the Revolution to the current war

You have gone into battle

Prepared to lay down your life

Not knowing if you'll return home

On Veterans Day

We take the time to say thank you

We shouldn't just be telling you this one day a year

We should constantly make an effort

To show you gratitude

For doing what you do

Being the best of us all

What's your weekly?

Hey, you guys!!!!!!

Click here to indicate which piece of writing you wish to submit for this week's eval. I'll give you time now to marvel at the organization.

Will I Make It This Winter?

I sit shivering underneath my snuggie and zebra print fleece blanket. I'm wearing two pairs of sweatpants, a hoodie, a long sleeved shirt, mittens, and a hat. I'm still cold.

I'm always cold.

Then one day I went to Ms. Rut's room and she had all the windows flung open and the cold air was dispersing itself throughout the room. I almost didn't make that day. My fingers could barely type the next installment of the Night Specktors. Which I should probably be working on that right now, but I'm way too cold.

I wish I had a portable fire.

The Song In My Head

Sitting in class

The teacher droning on

About something I think I'll never use

The song pops into my head

The lyrics pierce my brain

I cannot focus any longer

My head starts to bob

And I'm lost for the period

The song won't stop playing

It's an ever changing constant

The words may change

But it's always there

Keeping my mind off of school

Greetings Creative Writing students, one and all!

On this, the day I learned that William Shatner, one of my personal heroes, has been immortalized and enshrined in wax at Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum---as Captain Kirk [photo left from http://www.exploreli.com/topics/Hollywood]---need I say more?----I am officially posting to the blogs [because the wiki refuses to hold up its end of the bargain and actually function as a space] my ideas about class requirements. And here they are:

But first, allow me to add this!

I'm thinking that a good way to fulfill our requirements that I, as your teacher, actually make assignments and grade your work might be to do the following:

Genre Selection: Your call, mostly.

Number of written pieces: 1 per week for a weekly "did I create anything?" score

[necessary for edline update purposes]. These pieces will

be posted to the blog or submitted using googledocs to the wiki or just left

on googledocs for that matter.

Formal graded pieces: 1 every 4 weeks for a "big" grade. You select your best piece. Submit it with a "defense for submission"---what makes this your best piece?

Evaluation of Formal piece: Self, Peer, Teacher

Rubrics: To be created collaboratively by all of us in our next discussion post. [If the wiki ever works.]

The Big Thing: Individual Writing Portfolio, the contents and presentation medium of which we will discuss later.

So----tell me what you think. Use this discussion board [but you can't because the wiki remains recalcitrant---just use comments] to input your ideas on requirements, grading, portfolio format.

The Chicken Nugget Incident

It began in lunch.

A chicken nugget grenade was thrown.

The War Began.

Stephen the representative of Switzerland started the war by doing a triple back flip while throwing the grenade on to the table of Australia. A major insult to their country. Australia consisted of Ben, Liz, Adrienne, Dan and Seth. The other player in the game was North Korea made up of James, the Leahys and Ben Wolbs (who couldn't seem to keep his hands off of unsuspecting citizens of Australia).

The grenade landed on the health book as the citizens of Australia ducked and covered. It didn't explode contrary to beliefs. Believing the grenade had come from North Korea (because who would really think that Switzerland would start a war, I mean, come on) the citizens of Australia decided to fight back and throw the grenade at North Korea.

The grenade was spiraled over to the North Korea table hitting Ryan mercilessly in the back of the head sending him flying out of his chair.

Australia began singing their national anthem. The Chicken Nugget Song.

North Korea, in a rage, retaliated with the grenade. Seth then fell victim to the chicken nugget grenade. The force lifted him spinning out of his chair on to the table (don't worry about the physics of this. It could happen).

North Korea at this time had built a forification by using their table as a device to hide behind.

Seth was angry. He could never let anyone get the best of him so in his blind rage he chucked the grenade in James' direction.

No one saw what would happen next coming.

James told Wolb's to pretend to throw the chicken at Ben to make him flinch so James (who really had the nugget) could hit him in the face. The plan worked flawlessly except no one noticed Wolb's because no one ever does. The chicken hit Ben's neck throwing him up against the wall and then the chicken slowly slithered down his shirt.

Ben was injured. Ben's pride was gone. Ben only had one thing left to do. Throw the chicken back.

It was a poor toss and hit nothing, but Farly chose this throw to notice the war for the first time.

She came running and screaming towards Ben.

"Seniors don't throw chicken nuggets! We're going to send people like you who throw chicken nuggets into the world!" (imagine hearing this over and over and that was the speech she gave).

The only revenge was to blame the spilled milk on James.

And so Australia did.

And James had to clean up the spilled milk. Farly believed he did it due to the note on top signed "James Gilifan did this" in two seperate handwritings, none of which were James.

The bell rang and the war was over as Stephen sat in the corner saying "look what I've done".

The End!!!

Waiting For Ben

Tis the day that I wait,

I wait so long.

Ben's computer isn't working,

and his singing isn't coxing it to work.

I really wish it would,

for I can't take his now angry words any longer.

If he throws the computer,

it would be pretty funny.

Tony the tech guy might have a different opinion and yell at him,

just like Farly.

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Ben
Happy Birthday to you.

love ya kid.

An Ode To Homestar Runner

Homestar, oh Homestar.

Yo' funny cartoons drive our creativity.

We want some witch's bwrew.

Strong Bad, oh Strong Bad.

Yo' e-mails make us laugh.

Would you like some Mountain Dew?

The Cheat, oh The Cheat.

Yo' words we can't understand.

We want to attend one of your techno rave parties.

Strong Sad, oh Strong Sad.

Yo' haikus are so depressing.

You are a lame character. Sorry.

Marzipan, oh Marzipan

Yo' guitar is played without hands.

Why are you such a dirty hippy?

TROGDOOOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Want some witch's bwrew?

Fin

By: Ben and Liz

Epic Road Trip Story: Pat's House to Emlenton.

“I’m not driving!”

“Pat, what other car could we possibly take? Mine’s about to fall apart, Eleanor only works when she wants to, and Liz’s parents would never let her take her brand new car that far. It’s up to you.”

“I still don’t see why we need to take a road trip the whole way to South Carolina just to get a present for Ms. Rut. Couldn’t you just order it over the internet?”

“We’re not going just to get the sign. It’s the epic road trip we’ve wanted to take for years. Besides, why wouldn’t you want to spend part of your Christmas break in the warmth of South Carolina?” 

In the back of my head I was thinking about the fact that it wasn’t actually that warm down south. North Carolina had just been hit by a massive blizzard, and South Carolina was only about forty degrees. I decided it’d probably be best not to mention that to Pat.

“Fine, we’ll go, but you all are giving me gas money.”

Capri, Liz, and I looked at each other with a look that said Pat wasn’t getting a cent out of us, because he never did.

“Ok then it’s settled. Pat drives, we take turns navigating, and we’ll be in South Carolina in a couple of days”

“Wait, we’re leaving today?”

“Yes, Pat. Didn’t you notice we all had bags with us?”

“I really need to observe more.” This was something we’d all been saying to him for years.

We loaded up the van with enough food to last us for about five days, which I felt was overkill, and started to pull away. James came running up to the car and asked if he could join us. Pat had an evil look in his eye that said he was going to mess with James, but I wasn’t sure how he was going to do that. He stopped the van. James opened the door, and just as he was about to get in Pat pulled away spinning a pile of snow up into James’ face. He giggled his girly little laugh, and we were on our way to South Carolina. It was Saturday December 18, and we had five days to get back in time for Festivus, the holiday of all holidays. We knew Seth would be very disappointed if we missed the airing of the grievances, the feats of strength, and dancing around the undecorated Festivus pole. Also, we knew that Liz would be uber upset that our whole plan was to make sure we were back in time for Festivus, because she truly hated the holiday. She felt it served no purpose, so just to make her mad Pat and I would talk about Festivus a good portion of the trip.

We hit the road hoping to be out of the snowy state of Pennsylvania within four hours or so. There were definitely not going to be any bathroom breaks within this leg of the trip, and we had reminded Liz of this at least five times before we left.

            Within fifteen minutes Liz was in the front seat crying about having to go to the bathroom, and Pat being the pushover he is, stopped at the Emlenton Truck Plaza. We felt that this would be a short break, but no Pat decided he wanted to look around. It’s not like he’d been there before or anything. Capri and I got out to walk around, and all of a sudden the Jetta flew into the plaza parking lot. It was James, he had planned to follow us until we stopped and then hop in the car with us. He really didn’t have much driving to do from Lamartine. As he slowly walked over to talk to us Pat and Liz were coming out of the building. Capri and I jumped in the van with the side door open. We sped up to where Pat and Liz were standing and they jumped into the moving vehicle like people do in the movies. It was epic. I looked in the rear-view mirror and James was standing in the parking lot with a single tear running down his cheek.

 

Farewell.

We, James and Sara, are resigning from contributing to the Night Spektors.   We feel disrespected by the statement, "That's good, I never looked at their blog anyway." after we decided to join the Night Spektors.  So we are withdrawing all our posts and going to back to the Junior Jeniuses.

We also initiate a blog war.  It's on like donkey kong!

The Second Edition Of The Night Spektors

Seth threw his arms triumphantly in the air. “Yes!” He had so many plans for the Night Spektors. Plans that included hot dog day, mandatory trips to the golf greens and ultimate sandwich cook-offs. Seth went and stood on the Night Spektors Soap Box. “Now that I am Chief, we will have many changes. I’m going to change us for the better and not for the worse. These said changes will benefit mostly me, but you will have a few very small rewards as well. Thank you for voting for me and standing by me during our election. How about a round of applause for me and the changes I’m going to bring to us here.” The applause was scattered and half-hearted. “I said applause!” (Ben knew at that moment Seth had become a power hungry monster.) Once again the same amount of applause came from the Night Spektors and everyone began to carry on with their business.

            Ben heard crying. He looked down to see Vaughn sitting on the ground pouting and crying. “What is it Vaughn?” Ben asked unenthusiastically and with annoyance. “I couldn’t be Chief ‘cause I’m nothin’ but a lowly sidekick. I am just so sad.” Ben rolled his eyes and walked over to talk to Seth.

            “Seth.”

            “Yes?”

            “I want to talk to you.”

            “Well you’ll have to wait in line buddy, I’m a popular man now that I’m Chief.”

            Ben should have just stayed with Vaughn. “Listen, what are we going to do? We may have handled the new Chief thing well but we still need to have a plan and find Sundling.”

            “I don’t need to hear all of your meaningless chatter Ben. We don’t need to find Sundling, we have me.”

            “Seth, you are being ridiculous.”

            “Don’t try me Ben!” Seth’s voice then dropped to a whisper, “Ben I am trying to assert my dominance over this organization and you are doing absolutely nothing to help me out. We can talk about this later when other people aren’t around.” Seth’s voice then regained its power, “And I mean it Ben!”

            Ben instantly began looking for something hard and possibly metal or wood that he could bang his head off of. Liz noticed this and decided she would attempt to begin a conversation with him.

            “Ben, did you happen to start your story for Mrs. Rut yet?” Liz asked. Ben was super jealous of her unfaltering good looks and sparkling personality. Not to mention the super power she had that he didn’t. He also couldn’t hold a candle to her academic abilities and how much she cared for the class.

            “No Liz, not yet.”

            “Well Ben I think you’d better get started. I mean, I’ve written so much of mine and you haven’t even started!”

            Ben felt very annoyed with Liz at this moment. He couldn’t understand why he was having such a writer’s block. It wasn’t his fault Liz picked the good storyline and he was stuck with nothing. He knew she was just trying to rub it in his face that she was Ms. Rut’s favorite. “I will get to it Liz. I just need to find a plot and storyline.”

            “Okay!” She walked away.

            Ben just wanted to get out of the Bio Lair. He was getting a little sick of all of the superheroes and Seth’s superego. He began to look around for Vaughn because he knew Vaughn would never find his way out of the Bio Lair by himself. Ben looked to the left, and then he looked to the right. He couldn’t seem to find Vaughn. But then he heard it. A huge crash that could only have been made by Vaughn. He looked over and saw the Communications Tower on its side and sparks flaring from the televisions attached to the sides of it.

            “VAUGHN!”

            Vaughn quickly went to Ben’s side. “Yes?” he said sheepishly.

            “We need to go. Now. Before anyone sees what you have done.”

            They quickly left the Bio Lair before anyone knew that it was Vaughn who had ruined 3 million dollars worth of technology. Ben assumed everyone would figure out who it was anyway on account of Vaughn was the only one capable of breaking one of the most important items that the Night Spektors owned.

            They exited the Man Cave and Nodded at Baker once again. Baker gave them The Nod back and pressed the red button again.

            Casually they left the Biology Room and strolled down the hallway. All of a sudden Ben ran into Luke. They both fell down on to the ground and all of the items in Luke’s arms were scattered on the floor.

            “Oh, sorry Luke.”

“No I’m sorry Ben.”

“It’s fine, I ran into you.” Ben said.

“Okay, okay.”

“Here I’ll help you pick this up.” Ben started to reach for the items Luke had dropped.

“NO! Don’t touch it!”

“Ben, are you okay? Did you break your arm?” Vaughn was very concerned.

“Vaughn stop touching me you’re not helping, and no my arm is fine.”

“Just let me pick you up by your armpits.”

“No, Vaughn, stop it! Stop touching my armpits!”

            By the time Ben was on his feet (all with the help of Vaughn) Luke was gone.

            “Vaughn! Where did Luke go?”

            “I don’t know but he sure had a lot of wires and cables and other shady things.”

            “Shady do you say?” Ben raised one eyebrow.

            “Very shady.”

            “Hmm… Luke always has been a pretty shady guy. Maybe we should keep an eye on that kid.”

            “I feel ya Ben.”

            “Well anyhow, you need to get back to “teaching” and I need to get back to class.”

            “Okay!” Vaughn saluted Ben, turned on his heel and marched back to his room. Now that he had gotten rid of Vaughn, at least for a few minutes, Ben was free to take a look around the school, uninterrupted, in order to find clues leading to The Sundling or to find that shady kid Luke.           

            Ben used his super smelling skills to try to sniff down Luke. He was nowhere to be found. Even when Ben looked under the cafeteria tables, through the jr. high lockers, over auditorium seats and into the girl’s locker room. (No one could be sure if Ben did the last one to find Luke or if he had ulterior motives.)

            Luke was hiding. Ben liked to refer to hiders and creeps as, shady mcshaderstons. He realized that finding The Sundling was going to be trickier than he thought, especially when he couldn’t even find Luke, who wasn’t that important.

            Ben was feeling heavy hearted as he turned the corner into the senior high wing when all of a sudden he ran into….

            To Be Continued.

Pushed into a corner
Forgotten,
Like last year's Christmas toys,
Tossed aside, no longer needed.

Everyone can solve their own problems.
They know better.
Outdated,
Uncool.
If you believe it you're "irrational"
And "too weak"
To deal with life yourself

The First Episode of The Night Spektors

The Night Spektors

 

+This is a work of pure fiction and any similarity of names, places, or events are merely a coincidence. Please enjoy.

 

            Brett Vaughn was attempting to enrich student’s lives on a sunny Monday morning. As he was droning on about the importance of nothing, Ben Hogue barged into the room with news.

            “I have news!” Ben hollered.

            Vaughn stopped what he was doing and started chanting the word news.

            “Quickly, we need to get to the Bio Lair! I’ll tell you the news when on the way!”

            Ben and Vaughn began to run as fast as they could to the Bio Lair. Twenty feet later Vaughn had his hands on his knees and was gasping for breath.

            “Just put your arms over your head. Breath in through your nose, out through your mouth. You can do this you got it.”

            Vaughn held one finger up, “Just-one-second.” He said still gasping for breath. One second later Ben and Vaughn were on their way once again.

            “The news is that something is going on with the Night Spektors! They called an emergency meeting and I guess something really bad is happening.”

            “OH NO!”

            They made it to the Biology room and casually walked in. The looked at Baker and gave him The Nod. He returned The Nod and pressed the red emergency stop button. Ben and Vaughn strolled in to the Man Cave, and then through the secret closet opened by the emergency stop button and into the Bio Lair.

            The glare of awesome shone into their eyes as they entered their familiar abode. They were in the Bio Lair. As their eyes adjusted to the light they could see everyone running amuck. Ben and Vaughn clocked in then started to look for someone who could tell them what was going on.

            Their search ended when an announcement came over the speakers. “Members of the Night Spektors,” everyone was listening, but were continuing on doing what they were doing before the announcement began, “our operation here, and we, are in grave danger. There is a villain known only as the Time Waster wrecking havoc!” Ben’s head began to throb, Time Waster sounded so familiar but he just couldn’t figure out who it was. “Our Chief, The Sundling, our Houser of Information and Knowledge, has been captured.” There were gasps and cries of outrage. “We need to immediately fill his position to ensure our order. We need all the heroes with the lamest superpower to step forward.”

            The announcer paused as superheroes began to step forward. Ben took this time to look around at his fellow friends and superheroes. Jenny, also known as The Creeper, was using her power of invisibility to become invisible and visible again out of nerves. Ben noticed her staring at Macho Man and hoped she wasn’t also using her ability of x-ray. Ben then glanced at Seth who was using his moustache growing power to switch between a handlebar stache and the curly-cue, Seth was Mustachio. All of a sudden Pat began to run circles around Ben. Pat was The Cheetah and could run lightning fast. Then the never ending fighting feud between Bessler, Lumberjack Man, and Baker, The Lone Wolf, erupted once again. Ben was intrigued until one of Baker’s claws struck Bessler and a fight about the rules of their fighting began. Ben’s attention was then drawn to Gabby and Liz. They were talking to each other at lightning speed and no one could understand what they were saying. Gabby’s ability to fly and swim dubbed her with the alias of Aquawing Girl. Liz, like Ben had every super power, but she was even better than him because she had a secret power that Ben didn’t possess. Liz was known as Miracle Woman. Ben’s attention was once again focused in on Macho Man, who was really Dan. Dan was making his bed to get ready for sleep. Dan’s power was the ability to sleep for only two hours and be completely rested. These powers were bestowed upon him so he could get a lot of things done. This is also the reasoning behind his position of secretary for the Night Spektors. Ben glanced in Ashley’s direction. Her super power was identity theft, which made her the sole source of income and treasurer. At that moment Ben took time to reflect on the great, admirable, Sundling. The Sundling was the Holder of Knowledge and had been the Chief since the beginning of the Night Spektors. With him gone the organization was sure to fail. All of a sudden, and as usual, Vaughn whispered something unintelligent in Ben’s ear. “I think I’m going to try and be Chief so I can make a casual Friday.” “Vaughn! We don’t even have a dress code!” “Oh.” Vaughn was known as Dunce Boy and he didn’t have a power because he was just a lowly sidekick.

            Ben focused once again on the superheroes moving towards the front of the room in hopes of becoming the stand in Chief. There were three superheroes vying for the stand in Chief position, Seth, Dan and Pat.

            “Once again I need your attention!” said the announcer, “We have The Mustachio, Macho Man, and The Cheetah. Will everyone close your eyes and raise your hand when I say the name of the person you want to hold the position of stand in Chief. Mustachio… Macho Man… The Cheetah…. All right everyone can open their eyes. The winner and your stand in Chief is… MOUSTACHIO!” A wave of applause rang out over the Night Spektors. “You can all be excused now. Thank you.”

To Be Continued....

This Is For You James

Dear James,

I find that your criticisms are not very constructive, but offensive and not useful. Just because you don't want to be part of our school newspaper does not mean that you have to put it down or act like it is stupid. We will continue to take this idea and run even though you are being so negative about it. Please know if it will not help us with our ideas we do not want to hear it. 

Thank you,

Ben and Liz.

School Newspaper

Hey guys!

As you know (or hopefully know) we are allowed to create a school newspaper!!! We're only allowed one per semester but hopefully what we started grows into something much bigger in the next few years. I'm assuming we're going to speak about it at the gifted seminar so we'll get more structure and what not and figure out what's going on. Hopefully we will be able to start creating the newspaper soon. I'm really excited and I hope everyone else is too. (:

The Darkness of War

The bombs explode.

The chopper blades whir.

Cries ring out from young men

Fighting a war the public no longer believes in

For a cause that was lied about.

Proof was not found,

But still they fight on

Dying, bleeding, killing.

These are the bravest of us all.

We hope and pray

That our brothers, cousins,

Sons, husbands, and fathers

Come back the men they once were,

Unbroken, strong, and compassionate.

These boys fight on,

But they are no longer

The men we once knew.

They have been hardened

By the darkness of war.

Lost

Where are we in this world?

A group of kids struggling to find their place,

Their point in life.

The road ahead looks bleak.

Questions are asked,

But we are given no answers

As to where the road in our lives will lead

We trudge along the grown up trail

Towards a dark, unclear future.

We have have our hopes, our dreams

But often they are crushed

To the point where we no longer care.

As group we must stay positive

For the future is on our shoulders

We have the ability to make it

What we want it to be.

Hello everyone. . .

Thanks for inviting me to your blog!!! I will try to live up to your expectations as a creative writer.

Amos

I Remember

His brown hair, matching brown eyes

His dimples from side to side

A brother, a best friend

Matchbox cars from your room to mine

You yelled at me by the plant, I forgive you now.

Your smile matched mine

Silly giggles at the dinnertime table

Mom and Dad just smiled

Scraped knees, band-aids on our legs

The big tree in teh backyard

Apart by Death, together by Love

I'll Never Forget

The end of summer's days

A week before school

A forgotten snake across the road, failed brakes failed car

Through the window I could see

The death, the pain, my family's tragedy

The police came, the ambulance too

But the blunt force trauma was too much for his little head.

He couldn't be helped; we couldn't be helped

My parents came; I didn't understand

A short police car ride home; why couldn't he come too?

Mom and Dad were crying but I couldn't stop asking

I couldn't stop asking why he wasn't there too.

Days passed but he didn't come home.

A funeral, but no procession; they couldn't bury him

Four years old, i asked for one thing, the one thing

brought my parents the most pain. No, he can't come back.

He'll Never Know

2008 his graduation

I watched his friends walk the aisle

I cried for my friends, but I also cried for the chances he never got.

Never to meet Abby

Never to chase away my boyfriends

Three white dresses to be missed, on never to be worn.

I long for the fights that would make us stronger

I envy other girls of their big brothers

My sister brings me the most joy

I'll never wish her away no matter the pain between

I promise to be the best big sibling I can

I promis to live for the both of us, you and I

I promise to make life easier for Mom and Dad.

I promise never ever to forget you.

You're my brother, my best friend and the reason I am who I am.

I will always love you.