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He cloaked himself in the corner, the blinds for the window concealing him. He tried not to make a noise, a tear rolling down his check. The same thoughts going through his head. They're all dead. He tried to silence his breathing. There were seven of them, before he came. Rico, the first to go down. The man came and smashed Rico's head against the wall. There was still some blood on his shirt, clashing with it's light grey and white stripes. Next was Michelle. She tried to escape, but he had a gun and shot her. He could still remember the echo of the gunshot. One shot was all it took, and once the bullet ripped through her skull she was dead. Then went Sandy. He shot her several times before she went to join the others ling on the ground, lifeless. Bruno went just like Sandy. Then we decided to stick together. He got Nelson from behind, strangling him. That's when I ran. Suddenly, the blinds were torn open. The man was standing there with a gun in his hand. The man lifted it up until it was aligned with his head. "Sorry, but your friend Tony messed with the mob, and I have orders to leave no witnesses." He closed his eyes. Another tear rolled down his check.

*Bang

Frank looked over the evidence again. It was late at night, and Frank was a detective assigned to finding the murderer of 12 people so far. Every single person was found in the morning dead, with a knife in their back. He yawned, then realized that is was too late to stay up much longer. He was loaning his car to a friend, John, since his was in the shop getting repairs. He yanked his coat off the rack and began the walk home. He lived alone in a small, dingy apartment. He looked around to find no one near. Strangely enough, he thought he heard footsteps. He figured he was just tired and shrugged it off. Of course, he was still nervous so he made sure his hand was ready to yank his pistol out of his shoulder holster. He started moving at a faster pace. Worried about the murderer. He started at a brisk jog, and then broke into a sprint. He turned a corner and saw a cop car. His cop car. He went over hoping to see John. He knocked on the window, but saw no one was inside. Suddenly, he let out a cry of pain as a dagger was plunged into his back. He fell to the ground, and turned around to see John standing over him. He wondered what happened, and then a gunshot rang out. John bent down, fell over and started cringing as Frank had. A man was standing over them now, with a gun in hand concealed in a black glove. He then walked away, with a indescript but noticable outline of a knife in his pocket.

I think about my future alot. I'm not talking about cyborg robots of the planit zatoo invading us, I mean college and my carrer. Kids in my grade(7) think that that isn't nessesary, but you need to know. Next year we choose our classes for high school and if you don't start on some requirements that year, then your whole life could be ruined. I look at kids now and wonder where they'll be. I wonder where I'll be. Will I be making games for Valve like I want, or for myself? Will I be successful? Or will I not get a decent job, be unable to pay the loans for college and live life on the streets without hope. Without a life. Without others. Hoping that people can spare something and will give it to me. Is that all my life will be? Is that all anyone's life will be? The problem with this world, is all the problems that we create. War, hate, greed, lust, global warming and soon we might kill ourselves as well as the world. The world has been around for billions of years, and Homo sapiens screwed it up in less than 100,000. Sadly, it's not like a math project. We mess up too close to the due date, we won't be the only ones who pay.

I saw "Schindler's List" on my TV not that long ago. Got it from the library. I say we need to watch it for two reasons. First, we need to find our history and understand what people did. What happened. Secondly, they need to know what will happen if they let themselves fall, and if they how they can cause if they aren't careful. Also, what to do to help it.

Hi people. Sup dog. Yo yo yo! Wazup people? I am here and man, I have some great stuff coming up for all of ya. For one, I will have my theory's that are a little. . .out there. For instance, how car insurance companies are all affiliated and supporting evil organizations that plot against us and our pet dogs and, the worst of all, our pet stores. Another thing coming up is the wonderful story about Penguins and their preparation for total world supremacy in Antarctica. I have my series on things in general, from a philosophical point of view. That is right people, we have it all! We might even begin to talk about emu's and their evil rise to power. You may think they are just things that look like a weird big bird, but they have a evil plot. Oh, just wait for the Emu Special.

Now, this isn't sucide, but I consider sucide prevention. You may find it different, but I think it works. Now, I keep picturing ways I, and other(but mostly me), could die at that moment. I mean, some would go, "He will commit sucide! Lets help him with therapy!" Well, if you know how you can die, then you can figure out how to not die. Sadly, it makes life seem really tragic. Oh well.

He ran. He was a officer in the marines, and the attack was failing. He was one of the few who survived. He knew they were coming. He couldn't play dead forever. He saw so much, he'd never forget it. He'd never be the same. He couldn't stand it. He could make a run for it. He might make it. He got up, jumped out of the trench, and began to run. He probably made it 50 feet before he was hit in the leg. He knew he wouldn't enjoy the rest of the war, and neither would his family.

A ringing noise rang out. He backed away. Whenever he went too close to the boarderline, the bells rang. He did notice somthing though. Each time he heard the bells. He was tired of his confindment. It was a small forest of sorts, but the boundaries were yellow lines marking the end of the forest. On the other side was a flat floor with a door. He knew he had to get out. He knew that they were not keeping him as a pet. One day, he opened the door, and he was changed forever.

She walked on stage, and got on the top riser. She was so exicted. He jumped up, but when she fell, her right high heal snapped. She jumped up and landed on her left foot, which snapped. She fell off the riser, and snapper her neck. Paralzyed. She was bleeding, and with the ambulences were busy on that Christmas Eve. Only age 12, it was a terrible way to go. . .

He walked down the paved road, alone with a few last minute presents for his family. All of a sudden, he was pulled into an ally. Hit on the top of the head with a gun butt. When he woke up later, he was naked on the cold street. There were two people standineg over him, holding his things. One pulled out a gun. The second one began talking. Read more »

Another dead end. They were getting closer. He could hear the snarls of the dogs getting closer. He turn the corner, and his face exploded in pain. They were there, and now he was gonna wish he was dead, for what they do to him. . .is worse than death. . .

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People say they know pain. They go, "A sniper bullet in the head," then another goes, "A pistol bullet in the stomach," but that isn't pain. I have read enough books to know pain. I learned that you start with the fingers and toes, removing them. Then, cut the skin off their hand and dip it in a bowl of lemon or pomagranite juice. Peperspray in their head and/or eyes. As long as they are alive, it is your job to work on pain. Why? Ask the brilliant rebelers of the beginning of humans. Their the brain behind this move.

At school teachers are all touchy feeling. Well, it won't benefit us, cause there comes a point in life where life stops giving us things, and starts taking it away. We need to know that the world is tough and will make us get angry. Your cell phone won't pay it's self. Bills will appear. Gas is too expensive, and almost every country in the world hates the U.S. and we will have to deal with it. I am doing okay, and I think I will be able to do well at tough times. Can you?

Pain.

Traitors.

Suffering.

Pain.

Death.

        Why?

It's life.

When we are kids our parents tell us we will be everything. They say that we are the future president. We will change the world for the better. Will we even come close to those standards? Will we amount to something that will make out parents proud? For all we know, we could corrupt the entire world, or kill millions. One person can make a difference. The question is whether they should make a difference. Think before you do somthing, is it for the better? Will you change the world for our sake, or yours?

~~~~~~DDI~~~~~~

No where left to run. No home. No family. No kid. No friends. You are alone. You have no money, and your clothes are rags sown together by any thing you could find. You sleep on the corner of the street. You see no one. You can't see anyone. You are alone. No one is there to comfort you. You have no chance of finding some one. The city was quarantined. Some disease has spread into the town. You know this when you found some guards at the city limit. The hospitals are closed, people in their houses. You are alone. No one cares anymore. Read more »

No where left to run. No home. No family. No kid. No friends. You are alone. You have no money, and your clothes are rags sown together by any thing you could find. You sleep on the corner of the street. You see no one. You can't see anyone. You are alone. No one is there to comfort you. You have no chance of finding some one. The city was quarantined. Some disease has spread into the town. You know this when you found some guards at the city limit. The hospitals are closed, people in their houses. You are alone. No one cares anymore. Read more »

John walked back to his cell. $550! He didn't have that kind of cash. He needed to respond back to the mystery person. He did have an idea. He walked over to Jack L. Banhomo, also known as "The Guy With The Pie". Pie is the prisoner's code word for black market store. AKA, Jack could get anything, if you gave him time. "Jack, I'll give you some of my soap for a pencil and a sheet of paper." Jack was crazy when it came to soap. He had a knife, and he carved things out of soap so he could practice. Read more »

A man killed a man in his cell. He pleads guillty, asking for death, threating to kill more. He goes back to prison for life. Kills another man. They are still diciding whether he will die or go back. Meanwhile, the officels of the prison hop ehe lives for the punishment of death is coastly and time consuming! He is acting like its ok if all the prisoners get killed over the years! They may be in prison, but they're just people! They may have made mistakes, but they are serving their time, and should be given another chance, not allowed to be killed in COLD BLOOD!

He was running,
on the track,
at his high school,
but his heart stoped beating,
his legs stopped running,
and the ambulance started coming.
2 days later,
he's in a white bed.
By his side theres some flowers,
family at the other end.
His heart just barely
moving again.
Will it keep on going
or will it end?
This helps prove
the truth.
That no matter how many
happy endings you see
a happy ending
might not happen for you or me.

John had to escape, but how? He had to prove he was not guilty, but he needed to find the real murdered, or he would never escape. John was framed for the murder of 10 bankers and 17 citizens, but he didn't comit the crime, he had no evedence though, so he was sent to verious prisons, but since he escaped each one he was sent to the last place they saw fit. Alcatraz. He was thinking how he would escape, for is he didn't hurry the true murdered would of covered up his evidence completly, and he would be sentence to death, most likely. Read more »

I read Firestorm, and i give it stars times infinity! I LOVED it. it was so intense, with funny moments. i say nice job, and it is only one of the caretaker trilogy! I want to read the series forever! Read more »

She will always love some of the people she knows forever, but he will stop Her love, with death. " So, you want to make me forgive you, right? So you can TRY TO KILL ME? YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU MUST PAY, YOU WILL DIE!" she knew this was a long horrid death, no one can save her now. She looked in his eyes with sorrow and pain" Please, please give me mercy." But she already knew the answer was no. he screamed, mad, ready to kill, " I SHOULD OF KNOW IT WAS YOU! Read more »

FOOTBALL
BY: KIERAN M. EDRANEY
YOUNG WRITERS PROJECT
EXCUSE
I will do my homework Mr. Sheno. I still remember saying that. If only I had listened to myself! Why do I have to not do my homework? I wanted to shout that out, but no, I'm in the library, walking to class. I only have one thing on my mind. Football. I can't just say, ' Sorry, I didn't do my homework, because I was watching the super-bowl. Wanna know who won?' Yeah, that won't work. Luckily, I'm Chet Morrono, the most creative mind was given to me so I can make the best excuses ever! So, football it is. Read more »

CHORUS:
llama llama llama llama llama llama llama,
llama llama llama llama it's good for the heart.
VERSE 1:
if your hungry don't go to wal-mart,
go to a llama farm, llama's good for the heart.

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VERSE 2:
don't eat meat that's not good for the heart,
so that leaves llama which is good for the heart.

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VERSE 3:
If your rich don't order dinner without a llama,
for llama's so good tasteing it's good for the heart.

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VERSE 4:
now you can go home now but here's a good thought,
for dinner go to a llama farm, llama's good for the heart.

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monkeys live in the jungle,
they eat bananas too,
another form of monkey,
is my sister in wallabato.