Friend

F is for friends who do stuff together
R is for really good friends
I is for I enjoy doing stuff with my friends
E is for excluding people who aren't my friends
N is for no outsiders doing stuff with me and my friends
D is for don't come near me and my friends

F is for friends who do stuff together
U is for you and me
N is for anywhere at any time at all
                               down here in the deep blue sea!

My pets

Nibbles is my pet, she is a cat. She is kind of mean, although not really. Sometime when I neglect to feed her, she goes and kills mice. She doesn't eat them though, I think she just sucks their blood out like a vampire or a spider. Sometimes she fights other cats. She had kittens before, and we kept one. His name is George and he looks like a grey and black tiger. He likes to play in drawers. Nibbles hates George because George always acts like a jerk to her. But sometimes they team up to fight the dogs. I have two dogs, Cody, and Cleo. Cleo is a Keeshond, and Cody is an Eskimo Spitz. Cody used to have seizures, but he hasn't had one in a while. We think his last seizure made him go a little insane because he barks at everything. Cleo is really fat. These are my pets.

Point of View Story Switching Omniscient

At 8:15, Sarah was standing at her locker, staring into a cracked mirror that hung insidee her locker. She double checked that there were no remenants of her morning meal stuck in her perfect teeth. She could see Tom talking to Leslie in the the middle of the dingy, crowded hallway. She turned around so fast she hurt here neck. She starts to think about how Tom looks at her, he doesn't remember when Leslie first came to school. Her old, retro sense of fashion. She begins to think about the time when she took Leslie under her guidance, changed her, made her into a proper fashion statement, like in that horrid move Clueless, staring Cher. Her clothes screamed 80's. Wearing disgusting chucks... Sarah can't believe that Leslie would have the nerve to talk to Tom, the young man in which Sarah was pining for, and going to ask to homecoming. How terrible.

Demons within

I was sitting in my home, watching television, when suddenly there came a knocking at the door. I assumed it was my friend, Tristam, for I was expecting him, even though he was late. I checked my watch, it was fifteen minutes till eleven. It was rather late, but with the weather I expected him to be late. I wished he would have called, but I knew there would be no service. I went to the door, and looked out into the dark and bleak blackness of the night. There was no one there. I saw a figure off in the distance, and stepped out to get a better look. Then that god awful smell hit me. I knew that smell, it was a smell I had smelled before. That awful smell, the smell of when you are gutting out a game animal. Still, I stepped out even further. The snow crunched beneath my feet. I saw the figure move, barely, sort of a twitch. I didn't think it was looking towards me, I thought it might be Tristam pulling some prank. But as I got closer, I realized that the figure was about eight feet tall, and the smell was coming from it's direction. Tristam was only 5'4". I was about to call out to it, but then the sense hit me. I could feel the sense that someone had recently died, in the past fifteen or twenty minutes, the feeling of death set on me like a cold hand on the back of my neck, and a pain deep in my stomach.

It grunted and sniffed the air, and it turned around and looked at me, it's face illuminated by the street light. It was holding a human arm, and it's face was splattered in blood and gore. It's jaw was gaping, showing me rows and rows of sharp, bloodstained teeth. It was nude, but I could not tell if this creature was a male or female. I pulled out my .380 and ventilated the creature. My ears were ringing, but through the ringing I could hear many, many gut wrenching screams through out the mountains. This screams were inhuman, gut wrenching screams that no creature I knew of was capable of. I sprinted back to the house, and locked the dead bolts behind me. I made my way to the gun cabinet, and grabbed my best rifle. I turned around to see six faces peering at me through the window, all with that creeping, sadistic, jaw gaping smile that the other creature had, but these creatures weren't blood splattered. They beat at the window, but it was tempered glass, not even bullets could get through it. I looked around and saw other creatures beating at other windows. I saw the back window get smashed in, no one is that strong. I went into the garage, and saw the pump for the 1000 gallon diesel storage tank that was for the tractors and farm vehicles. I turned the knob all the way, just as the creatures started beating in the door.

I pulled out my favorite zippo lighter just as they came in. I flicked the flint, and it sparked. It only takes a spark to get a fire going...

Dreams

DREAMS: George and Lennie's dream is to one day own their own land, be their own bosses, and control their own lives. They want to "live off the fatta' the lan'" and be able to make their own rules. Their dream is quite realistic, because all they need is the money they almost have. They already have the skills to live off the land. People needs to have dreams for the future. People need to have goals. People need them to give them selves purpose. Whether their dreams are evil, good, bad, sadistic, weird, people just need to have dreams or they are just meaninglessly floating around. If people doubt those dreams, it will influence the person, to either try harder or give up, or somewhere in between. If their dreams go unfulfilled for long periods of time, they might start to doubt, or they might just drive on. It's better to hold onto to a dream in bad times than to face reality. Having the dream makes you think you have control. But control is just and illusion.