Jack
Abducted
05/11/2009
Chapter 1
"An F?" I shouted. "How'd I get an F?" "I'm sorry Charles, but you didn't fill in the requirements of the assignment." Mrs. Garcia said calmly. "That was your last chance to get your score up to a C. You flunked." I was horror-struck. "But there's another paper due next Monday. Can't I get my grade up that way?" "I said I'm sorry Charles. The only way to get your writing grade to pass is to get a solid A+." Mrs. Garcia went to pass out the rest of the papers. This can't be happening, I thought.
Chapter 2
With six wild, younger siblings at home, it was rare moment that I got true peace and relaxation. One of the places I go is a hill behind my house. So, after I finished my math and science homework, that's exactly what I did. So, I was walking along a grassy hill top, and wondering how the heck I was going to write about a true adventure that happened to me. See, nothing ever happens in my life. Get up, eat breakfast, argue with my 11 year old sister over the bathroom, (she always wins) go to school, come home, do homework, go to bed. That is my schedule. Weekends are even duller. I strode along the crest of the hill. Twilight was falling. Maybe I could fake it, I thought. Bandits could rob my house. Or my family could get lost on an ocean cruise! I was walking along, thinking thoughts like this, when there was a loud humming, and, in a flurry of lights, a dome shaped object materialized in front of me. I knew I should have run then, but my legs wouldn't move. A bright light shot out of a tube from the craft. It sunk into my chest through my shirt. Then the world went black.
Chapter 3
I woke in a cubeish, silver room. I slowly sat up. In front of me, there was an odd box that seamed like a table. Next to it , there were two uneven stools. At the far side of the room, there was a large screen with a panel holding a million buttons in front. Leaning over the panel, were the two most strange creatures ever seen. They had brownish, bumpy skin, and weird tentacle like things protruding from their torsos. One wore what seamed to be a bright red vest. The other, a deep blue one. It appeared they only had two arms, but I wasn't sure. I scanned the walls of the room. No visible way out. One of the things turned around and quietly said something to his companion. The other whirled around with something that looked a lot like a pistol. At that point, my legs finally decided to run. I jumped to my feet and crashed into thin air. "Don't try to run." said the first creature. "Our warp field is impenetrable." "Are-Are-uh, Are you aliens?" I stammered. "To you, yes." growled the red vested one. "I am Zobukc, and my lieutenant is Arthrist-Kahn." "How can you speak English?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. "I don't you idiot! I speak
Rojohnese!" Zobukc cried in flawless English. "You're wearing a translator. It grabs all the words going into your Listening Organ," "Ear." I corrected quietly. "And lets them continue through in whatever language you speak." "Oh," was all I said Boy, getting abducted by aliens makes you tired. I stretched out in the warp field and fell asleep.
Chapter 4
When I sat up, Zobukc and Arthrist-Kahn were standing by the view screen. The question that I had carried the whole trip suddenly boiled over and burst. "Why did you take me?" I blurted. Zobukc turned and said quietly, "Our world is debating over whether there is other life in the universe. "My country, Rojohnia, sent us to find life. When we spotted your planet we..." he trailed off. There was a klaxon blaring, and a robotic voice was saying, "INCOMING! INCOMING!" Through the view screen, I could see an object hurtling towards us at an incredible speed. Arthrist-Kahn twisted a nob sharply. The ship corkscrewed. Zobukc slammed a button on the wall. The floor buckled and a wall crumpled. Zobukc flew across the room. I would have gone with him if it wasn't for the warp field. The ship gave a final jolt and was still. There was a small fire burning by the control panel, but it was doused by a jet of green foam. Zobukc lay on a pile of debris, a white liquid oozing from his forehead. Somehow, I knew we were floating, although I didn't feel it. Arthrist-Kahn climbed from under the table. One of his arms hung limply at his side. "What a mess!" This was the first time I'd heard the the alien speak the whole trip. He moved to the screen. An odd combination of squiggles and dots appeared in front of him. "This is very bad." Arthrist-Kahn said. I stood up. "What's bad?" The alien turned around. "The asteroid disconnected the quantum generator cord. We have no power going to our engine. I could easily contact the nearest Rojohnian cruiser and we'll be rescued in an hour." "Then what's the problem?" I asked. "The problem is that we've been pulled into the gravitational pull of the star, SU68 MED 12." "How long until we hit it?" I didn't really want to know the answer. "Impact not necessary." he said, "We'll be incinerated by it's corona in," he glanced at the screen. "About six of your minutes." He gave a weak smile. Arthrist-Kahn was right. This was very bad.
Chapter 5
We both starred ,in a shocked silence, at a 3-D version of a star. It was slowly getting bigger. I broke the spell. "Can we get the generator reconnected?" Arthrist-Kahn turned slowly. It was obvious he was scared. "The connection cord is inside the service tunnel. The robot we use to do repairs was fried in the crash; and I'm to big to do it manually." I looked the alien over. He was at least two heads taller than me, and twice as wide. "Maybe I could do it." I suggested. A smile crossed his face. Arthrist-Kahn pressed a button on the control panel. A door slid open by the wall. He twisted another nob. A loud humming filled the room. "The warp field is gone. Go!" As I crawled through the opening, a countdown appeared on the view screen. The jumble of lines was impossible to understand, but the computerized voice that began made perfect sense. "THREE MINUTES TILL IMPACT."
Chapter 6
I crawled through the tunnel. The going was hard due to my lack of space. I could still hear the countdown, telling me how long it was till I died. I reached the correct spot just as the computer said "ONE MINUTE, TEN SECONDS." There was a board with four different outlets. I found the cord. Five prongs stood out from the end. They seamed to match each of the outlets. I tried the first one. No good. It took several seconds to get it out. Crucial seconds. The second outlet did nothing. It took much work but I got it out. "FORTY SECONDS." I tried the third one. The cord went in easy. I prayed this was the right one. There was a small explosion. Sparks showered my arms. The outlet was a blackened mess. Where was the cord? I searched. The cord lay about a foot from my arm. I fumbled with it. "TEN SECONDS." I tried to fit it into the final outlet. It wouldn't work! "SEVEN SECONDS." I turned the cord, hoping it was just being put in wrong. "FIVE SECONDS." The cord fit! There was a pause. Then, the air went red. Fire seamed to be licking at my body. Suddenly, I was thrown back. My head hit the wall. The tunnel swirled. My body felt like it was turning into sand and was falling to the floor. As my legs disintegrated, a strong arm grabbed my shoulder. I was hauled out of the tunnel.
Chapter 7
When I woke, my head hurt. Zobukc was conscious. He sat on one of the stools. "So boy, you're awake." I nodded. Arthrist-Kahn was at the screen. "Approaching Earth now!" he said. It took me a moment to understand what he meant. "You're- You're taking me home!" Zobukc beckoned me over. "Arthrist told me what you did. It was very brave. The way I see it, we can just say your planet was barren and lifeless." "If that's coming from who I think it is, you're a god!" Arthrist-Kahn said to me, with a smirk. A smile crossed my face. I was lowered doun to where I had been taken, and as I watched the ship disappear, I thought, What a story this will make!
Epolog
" I thought, what a story this will make!" A polite applause came from everyone in the class. Mrs. Garcia stood up. "I quite liked that story. At some parts I felt like I was there." I smiled "But wasn't that a bit far feached? Maybe robbers, or getting lost in the ocean. But aliens?" It was like a dream as Mrs. Garcia marked an F on my paper. She didn't believe my story. Do you?
The End
"An F?" I shouted. "How'd I get an F?" "I'm sorry Charles, but you didn't fill in the requirements of the assignment." Mrs. Garcia said calmly. "That was your last chance to get your score up to a C. You flunked." I was horror-struck. "But there's another paper due next Monday. Can't I get my grade up that way?" "I said I'm sorry Charles. The only way to get your writing grade to pass is to get a solid A+." Mrs. Garcia went to pass out the rest of the papers. This can't be happening, I thought.
Chapter 2
With six wild, younger siblings at home, it was rare moment that I got true peace and relaxation. One of the places I go is a hill behind my house. So, after I finished my math and science homework, that's exactly what I did. So, I was walking along a grassy hill top, and wondering how the heck I was going to write about a true adventure that happened to me. See, nothing ever happens in my life. Get up, eat breakfast, argue with my 11 year old sister over the bathroom, (she always wins) go to school, come home, do homework, go to bed. That is my schedule. Weekends are even duller. I strode along the crest of the hill. Twilight was falling. Maybe I could fake it, I thought. Bandits could rob my house. Or my family could get lost on an ocean cruise! I was walking along, thinking thoughts like this, when there was a loud humming, and, in a flurry of lights, a dome shaped object materialized in front of me. I knew I should have run then, but my legs wouldn't move. A bright light shot out of a tube from the craft. It sunk into my chest through my shirt. Then the world went black.
Chapter 3
I woke in a cubeish, silver room. I slowly sat up. In front of me, there was an odd box that seamed like a table. Next to it , there were two uneven stools. At the far side of the room, there was a large screen with a panel holding a million buttons in front. Leaning over the panel, were the two most strange creatures ever seen. They had brownish, bumpy skin, and weird tentacle like things protruding from their torsos. One wore what seamed to be a bright red vest. The other, a deep blue one. It appeared they only had two arms, but I wasn't sure. I scanned the walls of the room. No visible way out. One of the things turned around and quietly said something to his companion. The other whirled around with something that looked a lot like a pistol. At that point, my legs finally decided to run. I jumped to my feet and crashed into thin air. "Don't try to run." said the first creature. "Our warp field is impenetrable." "Are-Are-uh, Are you aliens?" I stammered. "To you, yes." growled the red vested one. "I am Zobukc, and my lieutenant is Arthrist-Kahn." "How can you speak English?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. "I don't you idiot! I speak
Rojohnese!" Zobukc cried in flawless English. "You're wearing a translator. It grabs all the words going into your Listening Organ," "Ear." I corrected quietly. "And lets them continue through in whatever language you speak." "Oh," was all I said Boy, getting abducted by aliens makes you tired. I stretched out in the warp field and fell asleep.
Chapter 4
When I sat up, Zobukc and Arthrist-Kahn were standing by the view screen. The question that I had carried the whole trip suddenly boiled over and burst. "Why did you take me?" I blurted. Zobukc turned and said quietly, "Our world is debating over whether there is other life in the universe. "My country, Rojohnia, sent us to find life. When we spotted your planet we..." he trailed off. There was a klaxon blaring, and a robotic voice was saying, "INCOMING! INCOMING!" Through the view screen, I could see an object hurtling towards us at an incredible speed. Arthrist-Kahn twisted a nob sharply. The ship corkscrewed. Zobukc slammed a button on the wall. The floor buckled and a wall crumpled. Zobukc flew across the room. I would have gone with him if it wasn't for the warp field. The ship gave a final jolt and was still. There was a small fire burning by the control panel, but it was doused by a jet of green foam. Zobukc lay on a pile of debris, a white liquid oozing from his forehead. Somehow, I knew we were floating, although I didn't feel it. Arthrist-Kahn climbed from under the table. One of his arms hung limply at his side. "What a mess!" This was the first time I'd heard the the alien speak the whole trip. He moved to the screen. An odd combination of squiggles and dots appeared in front of him. "This is very bad." Arthrist-Kahn said. I stood up. "What's bad?" The alien turned around. "The asteroid disconnected the quantum generator cord. We have no power going to our engine. I could easily contact the nearest Rojohnian cruiser and we'll be rescued in an hour." "Then what's the problem?" I asked. "The problem is that we've been pulled into the gravitational pull of the star, SU68 MED 12." "How long until we hit it?" I didn't really want to know the answer. "Impact not necessary." he said, "We'll be incinerated by it's corona in," he glanced at the screen. "About six of your minutes." He gave a weak smile. Arthrist-Kahn was right. This was very bad.
Chapter 5
We both starred ,in a shocked silence, at a 3-D version of a star. It was slowly getting bigger. I broke the spell. "Can we get the generator reconnected?" Arthrist-Kahn turned slowly. It was obvious he was scared. "The connection cord is inside the service tunnel. The robot we use to do repairs was fried in the crash; and I'm to big to do it manually." I looked the alien over. He was at least two heads taller than me, and twice as wide. "Maybe I could do it." I suggested. A smile crossed his face. Arthrist-Kahn pressed a button on the control panel. A door slid open by the wall. He twisted another nob. A loud humming filled the room. "The warp field is gone. Go!" As I crawled through the opening, a countdown appeared on the view screen. The jumble of lines was impossible to understand, but the computerized voice that began made perfect sense. "THREE MINUTES TILL IMPACT."
Chapter 6
I crawled through the tunnel. The going was hard due to my lack of space. I could still hear the countdown, telling me how long it was till I died. I reached the correct spot just as the computer said "ONE MINUTE, TEN SECONDS." There was a board with four different outlets. I found the cord. Five prongs stood out from the end. They seamed to match each of the outlets. I tried the first one. No good. It took several seconds to get it out. Crucial seconds. The second outlet did nothing. It took much work but I got it out. "FORTY SECONDS." I tried the third one. The cord went in easy. I prayed this was the right one. There was a small explosion. Sparks showered my arms. The outlet was a blackened mess. Where was the cord? I searched. The cord lay about a foot from my arm. I fumbled with it. "TEN SECONDS." I tried to fit it into the final outlet. It wouldn't work! "SEVEN SECONDS." I turned the cord, hoping it was just being put in wrong. "FIVE SECONDS." The cord fit! There was a pause. Then, the air went red. Fire seamed to be licking at my body. Suddenly, I was thrown back. My head hit the wall. The tunnel swirled. My body felt like it was turning into sand and was falling to the floor. As my legs disintegrated, a strong arm grabbed my shoulder. I was hauled out of the tunnel.
Chapter 7
When I woke, my head hurt. Zobukc was conscious. He sat on one of the stools. "So boy, you're awake." I nodded. Arthrist-Kahn was at the screen. "Approaching Earth now!" he said. It took me a moment to understand what he meant. "You're- You're taking me home!" Zobukc beckoned me over. "Arthrist told me what you did. It was very brave. The way I see it, we can just say your planet was barren and lifeless." "If that's coming from who I think it is, you're a god!" Arthrist-Kahn said to me, with a smirk. A smile crossed my face. I was lowered doun to where I had been taken, and as I watched the ship disappear, I thought, What a story this will make!
Epolog
" I thought, what a story this will make!" A polite applause came from everyone in the class. Mrs. Garcia stood up. "I quite liked that story. At some parts I felt like I was there." I smiled "But wasn't that a bit far feached? Maybe robbers, or getting lost in the ocean. But aliens?" It was like a dream as Mrs. Garcia marked an F on my paper. She didn't believe my story. Do you?
The End
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School Reporter
04/02/2009
I always liked to act. I was in many neighborhood
performances. Elementary school for me was at the
beginning of the Twenty-first century, with tons of
new technology to test. At my school there was a
weekly news program that was made by the fifth
graders. Many kids- including me -were interviewed
for "Wizard News". Then, after five years of
waiting, we got the letter saying that there was an
audition for the news cast. I wrote about a
fundraiser contest that the school was having. That
week, I got the news that I had been chosen for the
tryouts. I cant discribe how excited I was when I
was given the news that my recording went well. One
week later, I had a report and was standing in
front of a camera. I first thought, The entire
school is watching me! Everyone will acknowledge me
somehow. Then, If everyone is watching, then, if I
mess up, everybody will know! By this time, my
report was over, and I finished the the day without
having to change my name. That wasn't the coolest
or most exciting thing that ever happened to me,
but I have gotten better and believe the news
programing will help me in future life.
The Three Little Pigs ....2
01/23/2009
Once, about eight miles south of Camelot-.
That's no way to start, because nowadays, nobody knows where Camelot is, or was.
Anyway, around 14 miles northwest of Jolly olde Paris, there lived three families of pigs. You might be familiar with the story of the Three Little Pigs. In fact you probably are. Well, after the Third Little Pig destroyed the Big, Bad Wolf, the three pigs built a huge house made of bricks, wood, and straw. Soon the pigs got wives and had piglets.
Now, pigs only live about twenty years, so when the old pigs died, the children went out to seek their fortune. Each pig had only one piglet, so we'll call each by the historic name of it's father.
So, each of the little pigs left to seek their fortune. The First pig went to a Chinese restaurant and had a tasty dinner of chicken and rice. Then he got a fortune cookie for dessert. The Second Little Pig asked a fortune teller to give her her fortune. The Third Little Pig, who was lazy and rich, hired a gang of bandits and had them rob the bank. Each built a house like their father's house.
Now, you might be wondering,
"So what!? The Little Pig's children followed in their father's footsteps. Where's the story!?"
So, here's your story!
Unfortunately for the pigs, the son of the late Big Bad Wolf also lived in the neighborhood. He wanted revenge for his unjustly killed father.
"I want revenge for my unjustly killed father." said The Wolf as he glared at that fat, spoiled, vile, evil.... Hey! I'm the Narrator. I've got to express the good guys, not the villain.
"Oh, SHUT UP ALREADY!!" cried the Wolf as he ran towards pig#one's house.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The little pig squealed,"Who-who-who is it?" A piece of paper slid under the door.
"Must not have very good people skills." Thought the pig.
DEAR LITTLE PIG,
LET ME INTO YOUR HOUSE SO THAT I CAN EAT YOU.
SIGNED,
THE WOLF
The First Little Pig screamed and hid under the bed.
Grimacing, the wolf inhaled deeply and blew. To keep things simple, half the wall fell in.
Soon, the wolf found the pig cowering under the bed. Even sooner, the wolf was eating a lunch of porkchops Then he went to visit pig no. Two.
Big Bad Wolf decided to do something more direct this time. He took in a breath and ..."LITTLE PIG LET ME IN"
"Not by the hairs on my-... uh, heady head head."
"Than I'll-.... Wait. You're supposed to say-"
"Listen Pal! I'm a girl, so I won't be getting a beard anytime soon!" And with that, she pulled a small desk and a chair in front of the door. "That'll hold 'im." said the pig.
The Wolf had tried everything. From huffing and puffing to smashing the door. So, he went around back and found what he was looking for.
The Second Pig thought that she had dealt with the wolf very well, and was just sitting back when the back door slammed. A slice of his claws later, the wolf was enjoying his second meal of ham that day.
There was a knock at the door of the Third Little Pig's house.
"Hello!" called the pig
"It's the pizza boy." came a voice. "I have six sausage and mushroom pizzas!"
"OOHH! Goodie" cried the pig and he opened up the door to a snarling, murderous wolf, and... Well, you get the idea.
That's no way to start, because nowadays, nobody knows where Camelot is, or was.
Anyway, around 14 miles northwest of Jolly olde Paris, there lived three families of pigs. You might be familiar with the story of the Three Little Pigs. In fact you probably are. Well, after the Third Little Pig destroyed the Big, Bad Wolf, the three pigs built a huge house made of bricks, wood, and straw. Soon the pigs got wives and had piglets.
Now, pigs only live about twenty years, so when the old pigs died, the children went out to seek their fortune. Each pig had only one piglet, so we'll call each by the historic name of it's father.
So, each of the little pigs left to seek their fortune. The First pig went to a Chinese restaurant and had a tasty dinner of chicken and rice. Then he got a fortune cookie for dessert. The Second Little Pig asked a fortune teller to give her her fortune. The Third Little Pig, who was lazy and rich, hired a gang of bandits and had them rob the bank. Each built a house like their father's house.
Now, you might be wondering,
"So what!? The Little Pig's children followed in their father's footsteps. Where's the story!?"
So, here's your story!
Unfortunately for the pigs, the son of the late Big Bad Wolf also lived in the neighborhood. He wanted revenge for his unjustly killed father.
"I want revenge for my unjustly killed father." said The Wolf as he glared at that fat, spoiled, vile, evil.... Hey! I'm the Narrator. I've got to express the good guys, not the villain.
"Oh, SHUT UP ALREADY!!" cried the Wolf as he ran towards pig#one's house.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The little pig squealed,"Who-who-who is it?" A piece of paper slid under the door.
"Must not have very good people skills." Thought the pig.
DEAR LITTLE PIG,
LET ME INTO YOUR HOUSE SO THAT I CAN EAT YOU.
SIGNED,
THE WOLF
The First Little Pig screamed and hid under the bed.
Grimacing, the wolf inhaled deeply and blew. To keep things simple, half the wall fell in.
Soon, the wolf found the pig cowering under the bed. Even sooner, the wolf was eating a lunch of porkchops Then he went to visit pig no. Two.
Big Bad Wolf decided to do something more direct this time. He took in a breath and ..."LITTLE PIG LET ME IN"
"Not by the hairs on my-... uh, heady head head."
"Than I'll-.... Wait. You're supposed to say-"
"Listen Pal! I'm a girl, so I won't be getting a beard anytime soon!" And with that, she pulled a small desk and a chair in front of the door. "That'll hold 'im." said the pig.
The Wolf had tried everything. From huffing and puffing to smashing the door. So, he went around back and found what he was looking for.
The Second Pig thought that she had dealt with the wolf very well, and was just sitting back when the back door slammed. A slice of his claws later, the wolf was enjoying his second meal of ham that day.
There was a knock at the door of the Third Little Pig's house.
"Hello!" called the pig
"It's the pizza boy." came a voice. "I have six sausage and mushroom pizzas!"
"OOHH! Goodie" cried the pig and he opened up the door to a snarling, murderous wolf, and... Well, you get the idea.
