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Amaris Romero, Joseph Parisi, Zillah Hernandez, Sammi Beattie

Blase Biello
Anwar Abdul-Qawi
Anthony Torrance
Ibrahim Ridley (SORRY HIS NAME WAS LEFT OUT OF THE CREDITS)

There once lived three special horses atop a very high cliff in Northern California. But these were not your run-of-the-mill-carriage-pulling-neigh-neigh-whinny-snicker-clippity-clop horses. No, these horses were so much more. These horses... had a destiny.

The first horse was named Job. Job was an admittedly clumsy horse, always tangling his hooves and inhaling flies (yes, this was due to clumsiness). In fact, Job was more than clumsy; he was out of his mind. Like how I made that jump? Yep, Job was sick in the head.  Off his rocker. Not all there. Nuts. Bamboozled. On crack. Well, maybe not on crack. Job tried every day to impress the ladyhorses, but he would inevitably trip over a crack in the ground or inhale a fly and scare them away forever.

The second horse was named Buster. (Yes, I know what you're thinking. Just like Arthur's cheeky rabbit friend.) Buster was a gentleman if there ever was one. He would always clack his hooves politely at horses he passed in the street, and he would always be seen with a shiny mane and, of course, his trusty monocle. Buster owned and managed several successful businesses and, unofficially, one night club.

I never did catch the third horse's real name. I knew him only as Colonel Tom. When I tell you that this horse had a mustache, I mean this horse had a mustache. I mean, seriously. This horse had a mustache! Right above his nose. It was possibly the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my entire life. I never did catch how he managed to grow that mustache. Huh. Anyway, Colonel Tom never talked much. When he did, it was usually in the form of strung-together profanities aimed at someone named "Annabelle." Probably his sister. Horses are largely familial creatures.

Repent now-- avoid the Doomsday rush.

Short skirt, tall drink, fun night.

Dancer seeking employment; significant serving experience

He parts the sea of wine.

Dead hooker. Bloody sheets. Burn everything.

Underwater wedding, no suits. You're invited.

Don't touch, didn't listen, now hand-less.

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Home alone, or so she thinks...

Perfection, a misconception – ends in rejection.

 

I was always curious about what this show was about. So, I'm scrolling through the on DEMAND at my fathers house and I see the 2nd and 3rd season on there so I decided to check it out. I was watching True Blood for the next two weeks. I would walk downstairs and my dad would try to talk to me and I'd just start screaming. I was literally traumatized from the 2nd season. It was like watching a horror flick and mixed with the nudity of American Pie. In my head, I'm thinking, Narcissa you are crazy for looking at this, what were you thinking. My mind was so messed up, that i couldn't sleep with out having a picture of the monsters and blood that went on in the show. I had to stop looking at the show for about 3 month before I got the strength to look at any horror flick.

Carla woke up to a frantic mother, throwing clothes into an over sized suitcase, in a rush. Her hands were covered in blood and her clothes were shredded.

"Mom, whats wrong?"
 No answer
" MOM!"

Her mother never stopped throwing things around, she went from room to room slamming doors and bringing out everything she could carry. Carla jumped out her bed and followed closely behind her mother wondering what was going on. Carla's mom just kept going around, silently crying with arm fulls of clothes.
"Mom, whats going on!" Carla screamed.
"Go get your brother up, hurry right now, right now," her mother shouted back, pushing her out the bedroom door. On her way into her brothers room she felt her self stepping in something wet and cold. She looked down and the bottom of her feet were covered in blood. She followed the trail of blood with her eyes and saw her father lying in the pool of blood next to a crushed sharp metal object. She ran to him trying to feel for a pulse like she saw in the movies.

"He's already dead," her mom said from a dark corner. She was balled up outside the bedroom door, wailing now.

 Suddenly the TV's blank screen turned into colored bars followed by a ear piercing sound, which made them cover their ears.


 "Beeeeeeeeeeeep"

This is not a test.

"Over the years, Researchers  and____ have found many traces of robotic life forms all around American that have been inactive for centuries. But from last nights earthquake that destroyed most of the East Coast, and from this morning's quake that ruptured on the West Coast has stirred these life forms and made them active and dangerous. I repeat active and dangerous!  There has been an immediate evacuation of the United States! Time is running out, get to your nearest airport and leave right now!

 "End transmission"

 Both Carla and her mother looked at each other in a frightful stare.

The primitive robot clicked and whirred as it went through it routines. It's a bit amazing how a class actually managed to build an antonymous system to run most of the actions in the school. It managed the clocks and actually kept them on time as well as throwing any alarms at the hint of danger. odd though despite the awards its won and the numerous safety tests it went through something was wrong. the system was clicking more sporadically then normal, slower, less  then what would be considered good. 

When Alex woke up this morning he went through the normal routines and headed off to school. about halfway through the day is when something he would never forget happened. The fire alarms started flashing and the noise was deafening. As Alex exited his classroom random parts of the hallway started collapsing in fire. Alex ducked into a stairwell and started to decent but as he got farther down he found the fire blocked one of the final sets of stairs. Alex took a deep breathe stepped over the edge and paused. The jump was risky, he knew this. Alex wasn't the most coordinated of kids and he had never done anything like this before, hell he tripped walking down the hallway normally. Unfortunately Alex didn't have to make much of a decision. Fire began racing down the stairs behind him and Alex decided it was now or never. He jumped and for a moment he saw his life flash before his eyes before he hit the stairs hard and rolled down, Alex's world went black. 

When he woke up a girl he had never met before was dragging him away from the stairs. As he gazed around dizzily he saw a sign he thought he would never see, an exit sign! Alex alerted the girl that he was okay and she helped him to his feet, he stumbled for a second but the girl caught him and they ran out of the building. In the aftermath of the fire it was learned that a student who had a lot of money and didn't get into the school based on wealth alone sabotaged the alarm system and started the fires on multiple floors. He was caught and after a lengthy and expensive trial he was tried as an adult and got life in prison for the pain suffering destruction he caused. many students were injured in the chaos and a few other students did not make it out. Alex and the girl eventually grew to be good friends and then something more the friends. Events such as this cause a unique relationship type to grow, they were friends forged in fire.

Once upon a time there was a queen. She was due to have a baby soon and was very worried that her child would not be happy as a prince or princess. When she was younger, she had despised her title and longed for a normal childhood. She wanted a way for her son or daughter to have a choice as to what life they would have. It just wasn't fair for someone to have their whole life planned out for them the moment they were born.

The queen decided to leave the castle and go to a quiet place in the woods where there was a stream. This place had a cottage that had been built many years ago. She brought with her another woman, her best friend, to help her. The plan was for the woman to raise the young princess or prince away from all the pressures of the castle. The queen would spend as much time at the cottage as she could and the child would have everything she had wished for- the right to play, to cry, to sing and laugh and not be forced into a life someone else had set up.

The day finally came for the baby to be born. It was a baby girl, the kingdom's only princess. She grew up to have thick blonde hair that she would tie up into braids to keep out of her face. The queen named her Anna. The little girl was often sad because she couldn't understand why her mother had to leave so much but she was very, very happy whenever they could be together. Her nana, who did live at the cottage all the time, taught her such wonderful things like how to be a lady, to have good manners, but also taught her to read and about all the different kinds of wildlife in the forest.

One day, the queen came back to the cottage after a whole week. It was the Anna's 16th birthday and they were so excited. They had a party and Nana made the Anna a beautiful new dress. The queen gave her a single rose petal. Anna was confused, and asked her what it was. The time had come for her to be told who she really was. The queen said that the petal was from a rose in the Royal Rose Garden. Anna was so excited. She had heard about the castle from other girls in the village nearby but she had never visited. Then the queen explained everything to her. She said where she went when she left the cottage, that she had to help rule the kingdom. She told Anna that she was a queen, and that she had a father who was a king. She explained why she was raised in the forest, and asked for her forgiveness for keeping such a secret from her. Anna cried.

She ran to her room and locked herself away. The queen and her best friend were so worried. Could they have made the wrong choice? The queen had never intended to hurt her daughter. She just wanted a better life for her. Finally, Anna came downstairs. She was still crying a little, but she had made her choice. She ran to her mother and as they hugged, she told her she wanted to know her Daddy. And they all lived happily ever after in the castle, a family who loved each other and loved their people. Anna grew up to be the best queen there had been in two centuries. Her combined understanding of the hardships of peasant life and the ways to serve as a royal made her a kind and understanding ruler. Her people loved her, and she made her little corner of the world a better place. The End.

Time goes by so slowly. It just ticks away second by second. Everyday in school Heather stares at the clock, watching time go by painfully slow.  Reality sucks. Heather escapes it by being in a constant state of daydreaming.  By being separated by reality Heather achieves little in school. She can't help it. She's tried various times to pay attention but came to the conclusion she just can't.  It's impossible to sit for 6 hours listening to a teacher lecture on and on. Instead Heather slips into fantasies. She imagines ways of making time go by faster. Well not faster but exciting or at least different.  See, time goes by slowly because Heather is bored, however by adding a thrill to life, time goes by faster. Perhaps pulling the fire alarm would make a good thrill?

"No, it's to risky," she thought. 

"I'll get caught, go to principle's office, and be grounded for a month, so in the end I’ll just make my life even more boring. However, there is always the chance that I won't get caught. And we'll all rush out of school and wait for the fire department to come, but that will only take up an hour or so."

Heather sighed and decided to take up some time by wondering throughout the school. She went to the stairways. She was hoping some kids would be hanging out there skipping class, but no luck. This was usually a good spot to go to. Everybody was always hanging out there, but after the school got a lecture about cutting class kids stopped. Heather sat on the steps. It was nice to just sit in silence, but after a while Heather could smell the stench of the stairways. She never really noticed how bad it was before because she would only walk up them to get from class to class or would always be distracted by being engaged in a conversation. Heather decided it was to time to leave the stairs. Anyways they were too gray and insipid leaving her drowsy and bored. Heather began to wander through the hallways. They were the exact opposite of the stairs. They were so full of color and bright lights. This was a good adjustment from the stairs, but they were empty. It was as if the school was abandoned. Heather felt lonely and a little spooked out.  She felt as if she was on an episode of the Twilight Zone, where she was the only person alive. She would never have another human interaction again. She’d go crazy from lack of socialization, become schizophrenic and die alone, and nobody would care or know because nobody would be alive.  Heather walked around school more in hopes of finding someone, to calm her fear. She found an exit. Heather had a decision she could leave school or stay. She was afraid of leaving, because then she might get in trouble and her belongings were in her class, but Heather’s fear was slowly consuming her. She hadn’t seen or heard anybody for a while now. She had to go outside and see human civilization. She pushed open the door that leads outside. She saw no one and for the first time Heather wanted to be in reality.

 

 

 

And there they were…

 

Those beautiful, delicious-looking roses, staring at me with an evil eye…

 

I wanted to pounce on my prey immediately, but I had to be stealthy or else they might run away.

 

I lurked behind the desks and under the chairs.  I kept a close watch on such a valuable item.  No one was to steal my precious flowers.

 

As I slowly inched closer to the prize, my heart began to race faster and faster.  I felt like it was going to explode.  Blood pumped through my veins with intense excitement and anticipation. 

 

With one quick leap, I jumped onto the roses and snatched them out of their vase.  Water spilled everywhere as the vase went crashing to the ground from the impact.  People stared at me but I took no heed.  I jumped away and hid in the freight elevator room to enjoy my snack.

 

One by one, I picked off the delicate, red petals and placed them on my tongue, slowly savoring the taste of such a high quality bouquet.  I even ate the stem, although it pricked my mouth a little bit.

 

Then, I heard a loud knock on the door.  Someone had found my hiding spot and wanted to steal the remaining bits of my loot.  I grabbed whatever bits of the roses I could and swiftly flew out the side door into the drama room.  

Little did I know, I had left remnants of my plunder on the floor behind me that showed a distinct trail of my travels. 

 

I would be in a world of trouble if they caught me and seized my glorious roses.

“Hello?”

“It’s great to hear your voice.  I’ve missed you.”

“I haven’t seen you since that September.”

“I know, but I’ve never stopped loving you.”

While imaging computers for the freshman in junior year me and the other people imaging built a wall out of cardboard boxes and took turns crashing through it. In hindsight it was a stupid and painful idea but it was probably one of the most fun things I have ever done.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43g6UpTFSxI
 for your amusement i offer video footage of said stupidity.

  Sometimes I look at my dog and find him to be the most entertaining thing ever. His name is Ozzy David Bowie (my dad named him). He has been my little companion for over 8 years now and I still act as if he is a puppy. One of his eyes is blue the other brown. He is small, fluffy and a bit pudgy (after all he is a pekingese) When he sleeps he tends to stick his tongue out and he plays with toys much to big for him. Even when I walk him he tries to go after bigger dogs to show he is tough. Maybe to others these are common characteristics of their dogs. But with Ozzy something is just...special about him. Like his personality he has just makes him unique.

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