Activity #2 Different Setting

Part where Jamie finds the seal dead, and goes looking for Robert and Andrew to confront them.

Jamie set one foot on a large grey boulder and clenched his fists. Where were Andrew and Robert? Suddenly, and white and black feathered object dashed past Jamie’s path, making its way to the bushes.
“A snow goose!” Jamie yelped excitedly. He scurried after the snow goose, running into sharp vines and tripping over tree roots. By the time he escaped the grasping grip of the filled forest floor, he was scratched and bruised, and the snow goose was no longer in sight. He had reached a little clearing with house-like cones made from sticks and animals skins.
“The land of the savages!” Jamie exclaimed, horrified. He turned around and ran right into a tree. He heard a soft thud behind him, and turned around. It was a tall tan boy with long black hair and a gap between his teeth. They stared at each other, observantly.
Finally, the boy put his hand to his chest and said, “Tethani”.
He pointed a finger at Jamie.
“Jamie” Jamie said, awkwardly. He found the boy staring at his copper flute. “Umm, uh-” Jamie handed the flute to the boy, Tethani. The boy smiled and accepted it. Then he pulled off his long beaded necklace and handed it to Jamie. They stood silent for a wild moment, and then Jamie turned and ran towards the bushes he had come from.

A few things that smokers should know

-Every time a person smokes a cigarette, it takes about 7-10 minutes of his life, and he won’t be able to recover this time no matter what he/she does.
-Smokers reduce their life by 6-10 years.
- Smoking will permanently damage your cells, which later develop into cancer cells that will give you many kinds of fatal incurable diseases.
- Children left near smoking parents or relatives have experienced lung problems and developed allergies.
-Children influenced by smoking adults have a 75% chance that they will smoke when they grow up.
- Children of smoking adults have a higher percentage of getting lung cancer.
- If you saved up the cigarette money an addicted smoker spent for 15-20 years, you could buy a brand new car or an expensive vacation.
- Smoking causes 90% of lung cancer in the U.S.
- An over dosage of nicotine may cause brain damage or death.
- Smoking causes brain, skin, and lung problems, in the pain fullest ways. (Coughing, choking, spitting out blood, pain when breathing, unhealthy image, faster aging process by 0.02% every few cigarettes.)



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Dear demented diary

My life is ruined because of my stupid sister, Cherri. She knew that my life was gonna be over if I didn’t have my home work by tomorrow, so she took my home work, and well… WHRRRR! Down the laundry! And who pays for it? ME! I ended up wearing papery pants to school. It’s weird how you have to get what you don’t need to deserve, when other people don’t get what they deserve. It’s all stupid. And whoever is reading this, you’re an idiot, and if you think idiot is a bad word and you tell me not to put the word “idiot” in my diary, then I’ll know you read my demented diary and I swear- you will pay. So please don’t read on further, and go do something funnier, like watching TV (Not literally, it’s not fair my satellite cable’s broken.) So thank you very much.

Diary of

Shuke

Who She Is

That peculiar kind of girl who everyone likes
But every move she tends to do seems out of her mind
She seems so snobby out of hobby
Mean and well I
I kind of want to be like her I hope that’s alright

Yeah she’s a star
a star
Oh no I don’t lie
But have you seen her in the runway looking like she’s the fire
Hey girl I know you and I see you on the show every night
But tonight, tonight
You’ll find out who she-ee is, cause

She’s breaking down looking like bri-i- tney Spears
And no I don’t give a damn for who she is
Yeah she’s strong
Last for long
Shocking glow of the lips
But who is she is
We all know, yeah we know her alright.

Inside the Room

I have just entered a strange and eerie house. Suddenly, I hear a sickly moaning sound coming from a room down the hall… As I cautiously approach the door, I am taken back by a bizarre odor. My heart pounding, I peer through the slightly open door and see a damp, empty room with an immense mirror placed on the cold dark wall. I became more and more timorous as I preceded the mirror. Suddenly, I felt movement behind me. I turned around and there was nothing, but when I quickly turned back to the wall, I caught the glimpse of an eerie shadow in the mirror. Unexpectedly, I was knocked on to the wall by a swift gesture of wind, and the mirror above me fell by the uproar of movement, right onto my head. My head felt sore and fractured, but I had no time to rub it, because behind me I heard a piercing vain shriek, and something black, rotten, and foul smelling poured liquidly onto my head. A hideous creature stood before me, disgusting yellow liquid pouring out its eye sockets, and its body covered in red hives and masses of black unsightly hair. It reached up a finger to poke me, and I made an earsplitting scream, drawing the monstrous creature back. I ran for the door, and dashed out in a rapid sprint. As I darted out the house, I looked behind me and saw the appalling monster staring frighteningly back at me.

PETERS SPELL

Brick had an ashen face, back at his house. Heavy rain poured down the pipes in the room, and he wondered for a split second if he was going to have to postpone the sleepover at the old Wellington house, due to the conditions. Or maybe he didn’t need to have a sleepover. Maybe just a Halloween meeting of some type. But where? Suddenly, Brick remembered the small broken down tree house at the bottom of the village, a few block away form his house. The tree house had fallen from a monstrous oak tree, and had landed on a surprised young man disabling his life forever. Many littler kids had been reluctant to go in there, but Brick himself had never feared the tree house. He’d been inside for at least two times during summer, and both times the isolated room had been dry, stable, and safe. The room could be the answer… Brick snapped out of his thoughts. Out of all the positive circumstances of the room, the whole thing was problematic. Brick was planning for petrified faces, grotesque expressions, and various types of terrorizing screams. He decided to get there early t dampen up the place with some bloodier props before his friends arrived. Brick grabbed a bottle of ketchup and headed for the door. Little did he know that the tree house was already a house of horror…

BAM! A sharp bolt of brilliant lighting slammed itself against the wooden tree house walls. The room was flooded with water, just like Peter had planned. However, the situation was frightening. Peter felt naive just thinking he had done it. I’m hallucinating. He thought bitterly to himself as he saw a dark shadow across the room. For a slight moment, things went off track and Peter almost passed out, but he had held himself together and clawed the pieces back together again. The turbulent water threw Peter against the walls, playing him like a toy, but Peter had remained calm with anticipation. Finally, he heard the hesitant eerie crunching of feet on dry leaves, and slowly, the wild thrashing rhythm of his heartbeat softened, and the plan came into silent action.

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Brick walked into the tree house, shivering. His black leather jacket was drenched, the black silk sticking to his skin. He swore he heard a young male’s ghastly singing voice.

“Up the mountains, towards the sky
Into the fire, of the burning hells.”

Brick had never felt this unsure or scared. He was frozen in fear, of what he saw beyond him, after his eyes had adjusted. There on the wet floor was Peter, soaked up in his own blood. Bricks blood drained from his face. He tried to scream, but his mouth was as dry as cotton, and his throat felt like it was on fire. He scampered desperately towards the tree house door but to his horror, the door didn’t budge. He felt a ghostly twitching behind him, and he heard a bloodcurdling scream. It was his own. He fell silently against the damp wall, and closed him eyes. He didn’t dare breath. Something light and mushy touched his shoulder. Brick smelt sour warm breathing by his neck, and he listened, paralyzed with fear, to the raucous voice hovering around in the air.

“Haggard Brick, you must listen carefully.” Brick had never heard anyone call him by his first name. “

“I’ll do anything is you let me go!” He pleaded

“I don’t need you to do anything.” The voice whispered. ‘This is nothing you can get away with. Remember the man that got crushed by this tree house?” Brick nodded fearfully. “Well, his life was like a daunting puzzle. Nothing fit together.

“Why are you telling me this?” Brick screamed.

“SH…” The voice whispered. “You see, when you get stuck on a puzzle, you start at the edges. Then you figure out the rest. This is what we did to that man. We did the edges, and then let him figure out the rest. Then he regretted the edges we gave him. Now he has a hole in his afterlife. So listen very carefully. You must start from the center of the puzzle. Then you finish the edges last.”

“What?” Brick yelled. But the voice was fading.

“The edge of death…” Brick understood now. The middle was life. The edge was death. If he started at the edge, he would have no middle. If he started at the middle, he would have both. So this is what he had been doing to Peter all along. Building the pain, the suicidal feeling. Building the edge of Peters puzzle. He wouldn’t terrorize anyone, anymore. The hideous sting of death was in the air. Brick took one last solemn glance at Peter, and then got up, turned the knob, and walked out the door.

After a while, Peter opened his eyes and licked the corn syrup blood off his lips. He sat up and rubbed his sore head.

“The spirits have done you well, Brick.” He chuckled as he walked out the door to the way home.

The end

Darkness

by Shuke

I am falling,

Into the darkness,

Death and doom surrounds me,

And I see a pale light above,

Paralyzed in fear,

The treacherous world swallows me,

And as a ghastly hand reaches towards me,

I hear a bloodcurdling scream,

And I catch a glimpse,

Of the sinister darkness,

So in to the darkness,

I am falling.