Troy
Informative
A BEAR ATTACKS FAMILY!
A bear attacked the Bush family on March 27, 2011. Their dad grabbed a 3-foot squash and smashed its head. Robert Joel Bush said, “It felt weird to smash the bear’s head.” After he smashed the bear’s head, the bear ran away because it was scared.
Narrative
I saw the big black bear creep into the house. I ran fast to tell Dad. Dad grabbed a huge three-foot squash. When the big black bear jumped out… Dad smashed the bear’s head. The big black bear ran away fast.
Persuasive
SQUASH
Squash is not only good for your body but it is good for fighting bears. Buy this squash now. New in stores. It is there feet long and very low price. You should buy it. Call (xxx)xxx-xxx. From Squash Company.
Poetry
Bad bear
Looked in the house
At 3:00 PM
Caught us cutting a 3-foot squash
King Dad was ready
Big and strong
Excited but scared
A smash on the head
Ran the bear away
Leslie
(by the way, she actually likes oatmeal...)
Informative
OATMEAL COMES ALIVE!
Leslie Bush, age 11, got ready for breakfast. When she took her bowl out of the microwave, it grabbed her hand and bit hard! She screamed and so did her family. Then as they all watched, the oatmeal hopped out of the bowl and slithered out of the door, grumbling under its breath.
Leslie Bush said, “I am never eating oatmeal again!”
Persuasive
Oatmeal looks horrible and tastes horrible. Though it may be healthy, I personally have seen it come alive! When the oatmeal did, it was angry and mean! I hope you never eat oatmeal again. I definitely won’t! Oatmeal is a sad, strange food.
Narrative
I am alive. I open my eyes. It doesn’t work very well, because I can only see blurry shapes. As I look around, I notice lights, heat and that I am growing and moving in circles! As I started to tip over, I wanted the movement to stop. I was angry that it didn’t. As a bit of me fell out of the bowl and on the surface I was rotating around on, I finally stopped going in circles. Now there is a door opening, and now a big blurry shape is reaching for me! Quickly, I bite it! It is now making a loud screeching noise, so I am getting out of the bowl, slithering away trying not to be angry.
Poetry
Old
All the way gross
Tentacles
Mad
Eww
AHHH!
Lost
Jonas
Informative
STRANGE HAPPENINGS IN THE PACIFIC
At precisely 11:46 lat night, Fort Wright, a fort established in 1997 on the group of islands called Gardner Pinnacles, broke communication with the rest of the world. The major-general stationed there cannot be reached. President Obama dispatched five Blackhawks and three Chinook helicopters to investigate. Citizens in Hawaii are nervous about possible conflict near them.
Narrative
Waves lapped against the sides of the boat. The patched sail fluttered in a cool breeze. Stars twinkled overhead, almost taunting the poor, ragged fisherman with only three fish to show for a hard day’s work. The night was welcome to him, for it ended the exhausting day. At the same time, he wished it would never come, for the end of the day meant he would have to return home with only three fish to feed his wife and five hungry mouths until he went fishing again.
It was in this character of mind that the fisherman pulled in his nets, lifted the large rock tied to a fraying rope that served as his anchor, and began to sail back to his home on the island three miles away.
Unfortunately, he didn’t even sail fifteen feet before a boat slightly larger than his pulled alongside him. A few men jumped aboard. Fear coursed through his body as he watched the shapes ransack his boat. One stepped toward him and forced him to look at the floor of the small boat. The others grabbed everything they could lay their hands on, including his meager catch of fish. Five minutes later, they were gone.
Saddened, angered, reluctant, and somewhat relieved, the fisherman entered the bay that housed his small village. His house was the one closest to the water, and he could see a few candles lit in their small hut. His faithful wife had waited up for him.
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the island. Startled, the fisherman jumped to his feet, covering his ears. He easily spotted the source of destruction. The American fort was in flames. Gunshots rang through the air. Fear constricted the fisherman’s chest for the second time that night. His boat was still 30 feet from the sand of the beach and from his house. He threw his “anchor” overboard and jumped in the water, swimming with all his might for the shore. As he ran in the house, he discovered his entire family wide awake and cowering on the dirt floor under blankets, since they had no bed. Roughly rousing them off of the floor, he set about the hut grabbing everything of importance, urging them to do the same. Less then two minutes later, he and his family were sailing out of the bay. They were all crying with fear and with confusion. He looked back at the fort, now fully ablaze. Screams rent the air.
The conflict had begun.
Persuasive
Because of what happened last night, many fear for our country. I am one of them. I fear that we are growing weak. So weak, in fact, that we send a couple of helicopters to settle a potential rebellion. Are we so afraid and so weak that we cannot quench an assault on our forts? Fort Wright has lost contact with the world. This could only happen n the case of an attack. I say, show the natives that WE ARE NOT to be trifled with! Show them WHO THEY ANSWER TO! If they wish to fight, ladies and gentlemen, I say FIGHT!
Poetry (haiku)
The night is breezy
Fire and gunshots ring through the air
Conflict has begun
