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Random Short Story :)

The bench wobbled back and forth letting him slide of the edge and onto the pavement. The shopkeeper stared down at him. Then he yelled, “Don’t break my chairs boy!”

“Sorry, I just sat down and it broke.” He apologized, embarrassed

“Then lose some weight!” the shopkeeper yelled back. The boys face felt like it was on fire from the embarrassment. He stood back up and brushed himself off- even if there wasn’t really any dirt on him. He cautiously put his hand in his pocket and search around. He grabbed the money and placed it on the table when the shopkeeper’s back was turned. He turned right around and hurried out of the shop.

He ran the whole way home embarrassed of what had just happened. Why do the embarrassing things happen whenever she shows her face? His face slowly turned back to its original shade while he was overlooking the events. He should have said something instead of freaking out.

----------------------------------2 hours before------------------------------------------

The sun was shining down in an unusual way. He stared up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He turned around to find his mother doing the same thing. “Can I take a break?” He asked politely, desperately needing a drink of water. “Yeah. Let’s just be done for the day.” She looked very tired as well. The garden was fighting back and the temperature was increasing rapidly.

He walked carefully inside his home and ran towards the faucet.  After pulling out a cup from the nearest cupboard and placing the cup under the running faucet, he watched as the water slowly filled up. Once it was full, he took a big gulp. It felt amazing as the ice cold water slipped down his dry throat.  It carelessly dropped the cup into the sink and dragged his feet into the bathroom.

After the delicious cold shower, he dressed and found his cell phone waiting with ten unread messages. “I feel popular” he joked as he read through the messages. It was nothing really important, so he put the phone in his pocket and walked outside.

Boredom crept on him and he wanted to escape before his mother could order him to do another chore. He turned back to the house and yelled inside, “I’m going out. I’ll be back in an hour or two.” He distantly heard his mother's reply, “Sure alright, I don’t care.” He silently rewarded himself and down to his way to his car.

His normal route to the town was blocked by the unusual traffic. While stopped behind several cars he noticed in the distance that there was a severe car crash that happened earlier. Several police cars and ambulances were scattered about the horrific scene. It gave him a sick feeling in the pit of this stomach.

Once the cars began moving he was driving closer to the scene. He turned his head away; he can’t stand the sight of blood and death.

-----------------------Flashback---------------------------

“Hey! Do you want to come see a movie with us?” A very beautiful girl asked with her friends on the bench. He was with three of his friends. All boys. These girls wanted to see a movie with them! His friend was looking at him for what to answer. No girls have ever wanted to hang out with THEM!

Without thinking what it would mean, he asked “depends on what movie?”

“That newest horror movie - The House”

His friends knew what was happening next and they laughed at the result. He turned back and mumbled, “sorry. You guys can go without me.” His friends burst into laughter.

“Scared of a little blood Tan Tan?” They provoked.

“...no...” He lied

“It’s okay.” The beautiful girl smiled, “Can we talk later? Text me.”

“I don’t have your number.” He blurted out

“Here.” She took his phone gently from his hands and played with it a moment, obviously putting in her number. She handed it back to him with a smile. He took it from her staring in awe; unable to say anything.

“Let’s go!” One of her friends tugged on her sleeve.

“Okay.” The beautiful girl waved goodbye and walked away with his friends.

--------------------Back to Current Life -----------------------

    She had texted him after the movie. They texted each other for hours. He told her of his fears of death after his father died painfully in front of him. She shared a similar experience. They became best friends. A week after meeting each other, she got into a car crash and died instantly. She was already the best friend he’d ever had. Now, he couldn’t even read the news. It was all too close; and that was two months ago.
    He drove away quickly. He found a local store and popular restaurant. It was his favorite place on a day like this. After parking the car as close to the store as he could, he jumped out and walked into the building. The building was divided into two areas by the same company and business. The right side was a cafe and the other was a traditional store that sold your basic items. The cafe was styled unlike any other restaurant around town. It was vintage with a red piano at the back. No one played for pay, just for fun and to show their talents. The old styled bar sat in the back and was for every age. The red, ripped up, booths edged the square room The passageway to the kitchens held a set of swinging doors on each side. entrance and exit. in the middle of the cafe were elegant red and white checkered tables with two curly white chairs on each side. Beautiful flowers were placed on the windows and the place smelled like orange ice cream.
    This was every girl's favorite hang out place. You’d think that no guy would ever walk in there. That is a lie - it's a popular hangout place for the guys, because of the girls. He walked in and headed straight to the back bar. He carefully sat in one of the wobbly chairs and looks around behind him. He glanced around at familiar faces but panicked when a extremely gorgeous face peaked its head over one of the booths. He turned around suddenly as the store keeper came up to him from the other side of the counter. The sudden and panicked movement sent the easily broken chair, rocking back and forth.
    The bench wobbled back and forth letting him slide of the edge and onto the pavement. The shopkeeper stared down at him. Then he yelled, “Don’t break my chairs boy!”
“Sorry, I just sat down and it broke.” He apologized, embarrassed

“Then lose some weight!” the shopkeeper yelled back. The boys face felt like it was on fire from the embarrassment. He stood back up and brushed himself off- even if there wasn’t really any dirt on him. He cautiously put his hand in his pocket and search around. He grabbed the money and placed it on the table when the shopkeeper’s back was turned. He turned right around and hurried out of the shop.

He ran the whole way home embarrassed of what had just happened. Why do the embarrassing things happen whenever she shows her face? His face slowly turned back to its original shade while he was overlooking the events. He should have said something instead of freaking out.

    The girl. She had recently stolen his heart. With the habit of tucking her hair behind her ears, to the blush of her cheeks whenever the teacher asked her a question. He hadn’t ever talked to her. She was extremely shy and tried to run away from any sign of communication. He watched her occasionally and noticed little things about her that he was she she didn’t even know. He was beginning to make her nervous whenever she showed her face. He’d go hot and start shaking - it was uncontrollable. Little moments like those would roll around in his head for hours; full of regret.

Teacher assigns homework. Students start rebellion.

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Julie Gold

(News Anchor)

At Crescent View Middle school, a teacher assigns a homework assignment, which leads to the students starting a full rebellion. This is WOLF 14 News; Julie Gold reporting. In Mr. Christensen’s fourth period class, the teacher assigned, as Mr. Christensen describes, a rather simple worksheet to do that night. This lead to an angry outbreak of hysterical screaming, fights, and violent behavior. Soon after, the students tied up their teacher after their request was not accepted; They demanded that homework will never be given again. Creative Writing reporter Sky Nelson is at the scene. Sky, Give us more detail on what is exactly going on.

Sky Nelson

(Reporter)

(on the scene) This is crazy, Julie! The students are chanting “No homework, or no teacher!” while hiding their teacher in the storage closet! They are now going to the principal to demand for a change. The damage the students have done is quite extreme for eighth and ninth graders! You’d be surprised, Julie! Sadly, we don’t have much information on this subject, as none of the real witnesses are willing to speak with us.

Julie Gold

Thank you Sky. We have just been notified that the principal has also been taken as hostage and the students are now  traveling to the district, on horseback, to get what they desire.  We will be back later for more information on the current events of this story.

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Julie Gold

This was Julie Gold for WOLF 14 news.

Poems :)

~Haiku~

crystal sands around

water flowing on the ground

the sun is smiling

~Acrostic Poem~

Surroundings melt with joy
Magical powers can change your mood
Inside feels happy as it shows
Love and laughs join in the glance
Extraordinary things from a simple action
Stretched across a face

~Diamente~

Comedy

entertaining, funny

laughing, smiling, joking

enjoyment, carefree, death, violence

screaming, shivering, hiding

fearful, frightened

Horror

~Couplets~

coldness flying in a breeze

causing the exposed to freeze

ticking of the clock is done

sound around, there is none

shut behind a floral tape

search the shrubs for my escape

 

The Garden

your face surprised me.
oblivious
unlike any other
no more lying, sweetheart
wasn’t the crush.
practically strangers.
butterflies flew around
landing on the grass,
broken metal.
every step taken
lasted so
long

secret ice creams stop.
water falling from
the umbrella
light on and on.
off.
Worms flopping around
on the open pavement.
the rain had fallen
and your hooked
on each others arms

the blossoms from
the garden
growing every so often,
crushed by the
silent yellow show
no longer standing

see the hearts
fluttering to the ceiling?
road block.
look away before
the wandering eyes notice.
simple subject,
such a long dictionary.
the long hair plays,
you play along.

Movie moments distant.
Marked it on my calendar.
i wish i heard that voice,
“move legs move!”
silence to my eyes.
what curse caused
this mystery?

Like a puppy hanging out
of the window
i smiled at the adorable.
fading away into the
next scene;
includes no dialog
the haircut to the
broken rainbow
Anymore changes?
i need sleep.

The flowers from
the garden
growing every so often,
crushed by the
shy black shoe
no longer standing.

Problem Situation

The room was crowded. Many people sat on the couch discussing subject such as the weather and the daily celebrity news. Elise watched everyone questionably from the corner. She observed the awfully messy room with horror. She noticed out the corner of her eye that Messie was throwing things about and leaving food behind. With sudden anger, Elise walked up to her and tapped Messie on the shoulder. When Messie whipped around to face Elise, Elise spoke loudly.
 "You sloppy pig! Clean up after yourself! Are you a child? Used to mommy picking up after you? You're not a baby. Be responsible and pick up after your self! Don't wait for someone else to clean up after you. When you live all alone in your own place, there won't be someone. You'll be the number one messiest home in the country if you keep this up. Go clean up that mess right now." Elise yelled.
Messie looked as though she would cry. Elise didn't find a single drop of guilt in her stomach from the heart-breaking look she was receiveing from Messie. "Go" Elise ordered. Messie turned around and started picking up trash from around the room. Everyone secretly cheered for Elise. Finally, Messie would maybe stop being such a pig; but no one showed this on their face. Everyone else sat in silence as Elise smiled with victory.

Coke Machine

By: Red Velvet & a2112
    It was a normal rainy school day in Chicago. All of the students were all scrambling into their second period. Three teenage boys snuck away into the lunch room. “We made it” One of the boys cheered as they entered the area where the vending machines were placed. They tip-toed to the machine filled with all kinds of Coke products. The machine was an old-fashioned machine and was easy to steal a few bottles without paying any money.
    The tallest of the boys bent down in front of the machine and reached his hand inside. The other boys could see this hand behind the glass reaching for the nearest bottle.
“More to the left” One of the boys directed. The boy’s hand obeyed this command and reach and grabbed a Coke. Suddenly, The machine closed on the boys arm. The machine began pulling the boy into it making vicious and monstrous sounds. The boy’s friend’s panicked and ran away leaving there friend alone, getting swallowed by the deadly machine.

    After the third time in a single month, the school was forced to sell the machine to an unknown man, who had no idea of the history of the seller and the product. A week after it was purchased, It showed up on the man’s doorstep awaiting a new owner. The man pushed the empty machine into his nicely decorated home and into the messy kitchen. It stood in the back, hidden from direct view. He observed the machine to check it’s quality. It appeared to be made in the 1950’s when the first machine’s were made. The previous owner most likely painted over the damage and the worn off paint to make it look as though it was newer than it really was.
    He filled the machine with different products, not all Coke. The machine begins to make a growling noise. He ignores it, assuming it was just the machine running. He finished filling the machine, grabbed a Gatorade and went to the living room. He watches and re-runs of his favorite television show and begins to fall asleep.
    While he slept, the machine came to life. It waddled around the house stealing the non-Coke products. He crushed them in his hand leaving a puddle of juice on the floor and threw away the left over bottle in the outside garbage can secretly. No one saw a thing. When the light of the morning broke from the mountains, the Coke machine skipped perfectly back into it’s original place so his new owner wouldn’t think anything of it.
    When the man woke up, he noticed that the house was empty of all products except for Coke. He observed his home. The faucet ran coke instead of water, the Coke machine was no longer filled with Gatorade and water bottles, and the Pepsi he had in his bedroom was all over the floor. “I was robbed!” He exclaimed. He went to the store and got some more of what he was missing. He tried to ignore what this possibly could be; a robber, a ghost, himself sleep walking.They all seemed like good explanations, but he wanted to be sure of what the reason was, so he waited before he told anyone.
    All day he had been pondering what could have happened, and before long it was night time. He decided to go to bed and forget about the day’s events. That’s when it happened. He awoke to some strange shuffling sound coming from downstairs. When he went to check it out he didn’t notice anything, and decided to go back to bed. Then it happened again. Only this time there was a big, fat, horrific sight! It was the Coke machine hovering over him while the lights glowed bright red. He couldn’t believe it was true! Coke machines don’t come to... he couldn’t even think it. “They do NOT come to life!” The man reassured himself.

He was just about to unplug the machine and then BAM, everything went black. He awoke to machine once again hovering, but this time there was even something more sinister about it. It seemed even more unthinkable than earlier. It cannot be described, but something just seemed even more off. The machine started growling. Then he started laughing a horrible and frightening sound. Then there was the sound of nails screeching across a chalkboard, worse than the sound of anything. He was scared him to death. “What is...g-g-going o-on?” He asked, stuttering. “You are an inanimate object. You’re not supposed to growl.” Everything he had seen today was just unbelievable. Who ever heard of a Coke machine coming to life and tormenting people? It just didn’t happen...at least not that he had ever heard of.

    The lights flickered on suddenly. He observed the room with a fearful eye. Nothing. The room looked just like the way he left it before he went to bed. He got out of bed and scrambled into the kitchen. The machine was sitting in the corner, just like it was before. “Maybe it was a dream, but it was so real. I was sure that it was real. What is going on?” He questioned himself out loud. Right then the same horrible laugh filled the room.
    “I am hungry, just not for Coke, but for another living human being!” It cackled. In a moment of confusion and fear, he reached and reached into a near cupboard. In the cupboard he found a gun. “You’ll never destroy me. I will eat you!!” It yelled. The machine began to walk toward the man as the man stuffed bullets into the gun.
    “WAYNE!! Stop it! I need to eat you now!” The machine growled. “How... How do you know my name?” The man yelped. “I know all about you, so I'll know what I'm eating. I’m sure you do the same thing.” Right then, The gun was filled and Wayne stood up. “not exactly” He said with a smile. With confidence, Wayne shot at the machine.
    Something was terribly wrong. The bullets bounced off of the machine and aimed straight for Wayne! Wayne ducked and dodged the bullets safely. He threw the gun across the room and headed for another cupboard filled with knifes. He searched and searched and finally found a knife. He ran up to the machine and stabbed a deep hole straight thought the machine
    The machine stopped. The movement, the noises, everything stopped. Wayne looked up. “It’s over” He sighed a breath of relief. With the machine under his arms he toke the machine outside, and threw it in the garbage. He walked back inside, sat on the couch and turned on the TV. He was watching calmly when he heard the noise again. “I can’t die” The machine screamed.
    The man jumped out and ran outside. He ran and ran until he got to the newpaper station. “I’d like to put an ad in the paper to sell my coke machine” He huffed at a woman behind a desk. “Okay” They worked through the paper work and prices. He left to wander back to his house, hoping someone with buy it.

“COKE MACHINE 2,500 dollars. Call Wayne”