My graded story-starter!

In writing, we have a writing prompt we have to write about at the beginning of class, and it isn't a very long story, its just a story starter, but this is what I wrote:
         
        "Quick, build whatever you can, lets get out of here!!" howled George Kingman, the mayor of a small city. They had heard that a raging storm was going to trample through their compacted city. They planned to head East, to the beautiful meadows. The weather there was satisfactory, and the small creek that snaked through the long, golden grass would provide them with plentiful water. Plus, the water there was never to hot, nor to cold, so on the blistering hot days, the children could splash in the brook without burning their small and bony  shoulders.

         Taadaaa!!! Oh, and by the way, I got an A plus on this little test thing!!!! :P

Hello!!!! .3.

Sorry that I havn't blogged in a while, I have been to busy with school and home work and spending time with my family and being AWESOME!!!! Just remember when I post some thing it shant always be my stories, so don't get to annoyed if I don't post a story in awhile. :P

Who am I?

I Am From

I am from shimmering stars and gurgling creeks,

Beautiful evenings when the sunshine leaks,

Blackberry stains on brand new shirts,

Smiling faces all covered in dirt.

I am from holding hands on hospital beds,

Shooting down hills on colorful sleds,

Giant pretzels and candy canes,

A baby car collection and small metal planes.

I am from Warrior Cats and White Fang,

Creating a “trampoline ninja” gang,

A fiery blaze and crummy weather,

Great smelling lilacs and jackets made of leather.

I am from tiny gardens that really did grow,

A cup of hot cocoa to make our hearts glow,

An amazing trip to Disneyland to remember forever,

Building small snowmen all through December.

But all of these memories that make up me,

Wouldn’t be complete without my friends and family.

an original story

 The Paper City

09/10/11

     The cold gray sky glared down at me, like a vulture’s hungry eyes searched over a struggling baby gazelle, all alone in the brush. I never understand this weather, it always looks so nice and green outside, but it is always cold and eerie, the crows chanting their dreadful song, the sun never rising behind the blanket of haunted clouds. The city crumbling in despair…

     My name is Cynthia, and my village was brought together by a terrible war, but was ripped apart by lies and distrust, and the market is always empty, with only the white power like fog to absorb the abandoned and distraught food stands. The crows go as they please pecking away at the corn fields, the rusty wells holding nothing but broken promises and forgotten lies. My little town no longer has any hopes to dig out of your heart, or children running around every New Years, screaming with joyous delight. It no longer holds any chances of a happy happy ending, or even a decent one, unless someone can undo what has been done, erase time from this very world, and start this depressing story over. The only hope that I have found in my people are the hopes that the rumor is true, and someone can sew together our torn hearts. But, I know that there is, and if we just wait, just a few more days, or weeks, that the sun will shine again…and the children will squeal with pure love and happiness. And I know how to do this. I know how to weave our village back together.

I jogged slowly up to the top of crystal cliff, so I can get into the caverns when the sun still bounces off the crystal’s magnificent corners, making a triangle of glorious light. As I neared the top of the hills, I saw a movement in the forest; a swishing of clothes, as if my every clumsy and delicate move is being studied, like an open book at a library. I suppose it was a dweller or a settler. It is so strange, how the sun only shines over here at the caves. It’s too bad that all the other villagers just sit in their houses glancing out the window to see if their neighbors are coming to “apologize” for making the curse happen.

     Yes, my village was cursed by a dying warlord. Shing Gong-Ho was his name, and he had cursed himself by disobeying the god of suffering. His city was plunged into total darkness, after he failed to destroy my city. He was cursed because he refused to destroy, for he only agreed to slaughter my people. And when an arrow was flying through the air with great speed like an eagle getting closer and closer to it’s unexpected prey, it hit him with amazing accuracy. It had missed his heart, and was deep enough to slowly kill him, but in such a terribly amazing way, that he felt no pain. He silently handed his life over like a gazelle letting a swift cheetah tackle him and finish it’s short life off. As my people started to bury the silent bodies, someone was picking Shing Gong-Ho up when he passed the curse on to us, just like a disease. Our city was hurled into darkness and hatred. The reason no one likes each other is because no one knows who picked him up, and rumor spread fast. So now every other city, country, and continent callus the “Paper City” because we fell apart so fast, and our city is crumbling away and we are just cooped up in our houses, watching, and waiting for the sun to rise again.

     I finally reached the crystal caves, and crawled into the main chamber. Captivating crystals glinted in their small square of sunlight that God had blessed to them. Feeling the warm sun on my shoulders was like an impossible dream unwinding and coming true. It was like a bright, smiling face looking upon a broken city and saying “I’m going to fix that, I’m going to mend that city.”

     I sat down on a rock and waited for the sun to hit the crystals just right, so when the hole in the roof and the three holes in the walls all add up so that the holes in the side make a triangle of light and the crystal in the middle of the cavern shoots the light straight up through the hole in the roof. But, since the exit of the cave is faced straight toward my village, I can use my mirror to reflect the sunlight right into the center of my village, and it will reflect off all the other mirrors I rigged in the town!

     It’s perfect! It bounces off this one, and hits the one on the chapel, which then connects to the mirror on Shing Ho’s grave and that travels to the mirror taped to the well, so then the light journeys to the big mirror in the fountain in the middle of town!  That mirror points straight up so the light is reflected up into the ghostly clouds. The crow usually passes right there in the clouds. It will blind him and he is the God of Suffering! He watches over the village to make sure no one talks to anyone else. When he falls he will land in the well, and being blind he won’t be able to get out. He will have no option but to fix our city or I will never let him out! Plus, when the people see the sunlight, they will rush outside, and see what the city, and themselves, have turned into.

     It’s time. As the sunlight peaks through the holes, saying a warm hello, I get ready. The sun’s rays shoot through the first hole, and then the second, and every time it does it’s as if the wind is whispering, “Get ready…” It finally squeezes through the cave’s third window, and I thrust my mirror forward. It bounces to the second mirror on the chapel, and so far my plan is working in perfect harmony, but the crow isn’t coming out. The people are there, and they’re truly intrigued by what’s happening, but the God of Suffering won’t show up! Suddenly, I hear a flapping of enormous wings, and before I can step back, I see cold claws wrap around my neck. I drop the mirror, and it shatters.

     “You made a mistake, trying to save your town. You need no hope left, for you will soon join your mother, and your brother, in your own dark grave!” A low, rough voice echoes in my ear. I feel hot, sticky breath on my neck, as he grumbles into my ear. I stare into his outraged, yellow eyes. I squeeze my own terrified eyes shut. I feel icy talons morph into boney hands, and my back being slammed up against the spiky crystal wall. I force open my eyes and see the most horrid face glaring right back at me.

     “It’s not pretty, is it? The last moment of your life, you spend staring into my ugly eyes?! Well, I could make you look like me, if you like…or would you rather I just crush your skull right here in the majestic crystal caves? You choose.” He laughed in my face. I felt all of my rage and hatred build up inside me, pouring over all the good and happiness that I store in my heart. I felt a black emptiness slowly take over, and voices telling me that my life was never worth a penny, and my father and sister will be happy I died and my brother and mother will be dismayed that I had come to rest with them, instead of rejoice that they finally get to see me once more. I felt it take over, like a black dagger had stabbed into my soul, and was collecting my life piece by piece, thought by thought, and memory by memory. It was taking over and I couldn’t stop it.

     “Nnnnooooooo!!!!!” I screeched. Suddenly, power shot through me. I hurled my fist into the god’s chest. He stumbled back and laughed in shock and pure surprise. He had stolen my energy and I had only snatched a little back. I slid down the wall and slapped my hands against the cave’s stone floor. Tears rolled down my cheeks and burst into little pools when they hit the rocks. Saliva escaped from my mouth and sneaked some blood in with it, colliding with the floor and mixing in with the small, salty pond of tears.

     “Have I forgotten to tell you my name? What a pity. My name is Hanogard. How about yours?” He smiled. He placed a skinny finger under my chin and pointed my face toward his. I gathered up the blood and saliva in my mouth and shot it in his grinning face. He took his free hand and slapped me, as he used the other to flick the thick scarlet spit off of his cheeks and forehead.

     “It’s so strange, how you humans work.” Hanogard smirked, as he picked up a shard of the mirror on the ground, and started examining it.  “You take something, and enjoy it at first.” He murmured. “And when you are finished, or it won’t obey you or work anymore, you throw it away and break it, and completely forget about it. You just totally wipe it from your memory.” He snickered, tossing the shard behind him. “Just like your city. I am going to destroy your city, and all you can do is watch, while all of your people scream in terror. And I will tell them it’s all your fault.” He laughed.

     As he called upon a raging storm to destroy the city, I slowly crawled toward the center of the cave. I cut my hands and bruised my knees, but I never stopped. I reached the shard he had been holding, and very painfully, stood up. I hid the shard behind me, and backed up a bit. “You were wrong.” I stuttered. He slowly turned around and laughed at me. “You were wrong, ha ha ha!!” He snorted in a mocking little voice. “Good one! Now let’s see you do a trick, and maybe I’ll toss you a bone!” He retorted as he whirled back around. I ignored his comments and continued. “You were wrong. We only throw away bad things and memories; we don’t throw away anything that’s good or any of our good memories. And even if something we have is broke, or won’t obey, we mend it back together. And we have patience, and work with it, instead of against it. We have our own options, and we use what we have, instead of pout about what we need!” I protested. “We have ourselves, and each other. We have some things you will never have; like trust, and dreams.” I added.

     Hanogard was getting very agitated. His fists were balled up, and he was shaking hard enough to start an earthquake. He angrily pivoted around, hatred gleaming in his eyes, while triumph shined in mine. “We have love.” I finished. I had taken it to the limit, and he was boiling over like water in a pot.

     He blasted forward, his arms outstretched, grabbing for my neck. I bolted to the left, but then staggered to the right, confusing him so he couldn’t get me in time. As I barely escaped from his grasp, I flung the shard into his chest. He gasped and shot around. He stared at me, his eyes full of pure hatred and a little hint of something else...I gaped as I realized that he also had awe reflecting in the sunlight. He burst into ashes and was swept away with the breeze.

     I limped out of the cave and gazed at the solemn grey clouds. They were breaking apart and sunlight was prying through them. I rested in the soft grass, letting the sunlight and soft breeze consume me. I heard excited squeals of the children and the women crying tears of happiness, and the men shouting in amazement. As I lay here I realize I need to never give up hope.

And as I lay here, I finish the story of the paper city. 

The intro!!!

I have come to a very important decision. Something that we should really pay attention to.

        As we all know, there are so many animals out there that are suffering. But there are only a few that really needs help and fast. Two beautiful animals that I admire very much are disappearing. These two animals are the fast and swift Cheetah and the loyal and smart Timber Wolf. They both really need our help.

 I’m in the midst of making a wonderful book about these cheetahs that are in grave danger. They all have to find their way to each other. They all get separated from their familys and are forced to live alone. They are all certain that they will not see another cheetah ever again when the main character, Shikarock, finds the youngest character, Chiba, and they run into the male character, Jondalar. You will have to read it yourself to figure it out. I will copy a piece of this story at the bottom.

 I am a really talented writer, and made my 5^th grade teacher cry reading a poem I wrote. I really hate bragging so I will now shut up!! Yay!! Shutting up time!!! But I love cats and prefer to write about them, but I can write about anything.  I love writing imaginary books, and plan on sending my work to a publisher. Plz comment on meh blog!!!! Thanks!!!! :P tongue smiley-face!!!  I really want some spaghetti. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm……

(This is the beginning to Shikarock’s story, when a fire reached her and her family and trapped her against a rock)

I let out a small wail as I cowered against the bulging rock that loomed over me, the fried moss making my pelt itch. A blazing claw reached out, lunging and scratching at my face. The fires outburst in the plains had startled my whole family, but I never thought it would reach me!! The smoke streamed into my eyes and my mouth, blinding me and making me choke. It forced me to give up, just handing my life over like a piece of prey that wasn’t worth fighting for.