Old Notes – Summer 2012 Self-Expectations

Summer Reading: Determine pages per day to read and create a project about the book. – Half completed
Summer Physics: Talk to Physics teacher about how many hours we need to work, and determine the time-spans when we are both available. – Times planned and subject passed
Get a job/Work for at least half the summer: Determine the best locations to get a job and what hours I would work there. – Unable to Complete
Go to Bonaroo and Lollapalooza: Plan out Bonaroo and ensure we have time to go there. – Went to Bonaroo
Work on finishing my song revisions – Some but not all songs revised
Meet with friends: Meet with close friends for something cool when none of us are busy: I might do this for my birthday – Did this for birthday
Watch movies that I’ve missed: Make this a family item – Unfinished
Buy new shoes and other clothes: Do this soon – Unfinished
Transfer items to a birthday wish list – Completed
Go look at colleges (DigiPen in Redmond, Washington and UAT in Arizona): Determine when open houses will be and for how long they will be held. – Completed later on
Finish getting my driver’s license: Do this soon – Now nearly completed
Refresh my skills in programming – Completed later on
Work on 60 hours of community service: Call places of possible service and ensure they can provide service – Now nearly completed
Work on independence – Unfinished

English – Short Story – Romero y Julieta

Romero’s first day of school was a boring one; luckily they would be going on a field trip to the zoo in El Paso on Friday. That day Romero’s brother, Enrique, wasn’t present for dinner, and Romero knew why. Enrique had told their father that he was going to be late for dinner because of his work; he told their father that every time he went out. He told their father that he was working at the nearby border patrol station. Secretly, Enrique had been working for the drug cartels which had been managing the city. Enrique told Romero about it the first day he joined them.

Earlier on that stormy day their mother, Espinoza, was killed on her way to work, and the blame was put on a gang from El Paso. This is why Enrique joined the drug cartels despite his good nature and why their father was often too drunk to notice he was gone. This is why Romero got out of bed to go to school every day and worked hard to get good grades. Enrique had to make up for the lack of money coming through the house due to their mother’s death and their father’s constant stupor. At the time he first joined them however, all he could focus on was avenging his mother. Romero had to make sure all of Enrique’s efforts, his father’s morning, and his mother’s death would not put an end to their family’s future.

Meanwhile Julieta, the rich but rebellious daughter of a powerful business owner in El Paso, is enjoying the first day of their week-long field trip at the El Paso zoo. Her father owned the zoo as well as several other popular businesses, so the school was allowed to go on a field trip to there once a year, free of charge. Among the businesses he owned was the most powerful gang in El Paso, “Los Diablos del Fuego,” who helped him smooth out any problems he might face. He had of course never told Julieta about the gang, so when he was forced to place an anonymous “hit” on a middle-aged female private-business owner who was stealing his customers and employees, Julieta had never heard anything more about it than it said on the news. Julieta’s mother was killed by the Mexican drug lords near Romero’s town, and ever since that day Julieta’s father has blamed the Mexican drug lords for almost everything. He has grown a huge prejudice for the people of the Mexican border towns, and Mexico in general.

As the week moved further towards completion, Julieta became more and more bored with the zoo animals and her studies. And once Friday had finally arrived, she simply wandered around the zoo texting her friends about how boring it was and looking to see if there was something she had missed. At the same time Romero was finally on the way there in the school bus. He was happy to finally get to see something other than paper and pencil during school, and so were his friends. When they arrived, they were met with an assignment and given clipboards; they needed to find each animal for which there were pictures on their clipboards and write down the names of the species.

Romero went along with it for the first hour marking down species with his friends, until they came across a huge fish tank with beautiful dolphins swimming about. He watched them for a while, and when his friends said they were going to go to the next exhibit he waved them on and told them he’d catch up. Something had caught his eye while he was watching the dolphins, what looked to be a beautiful mermaid near the other side of the tank. He walked up closer, squinted his eyes and blinked as he finally realized it was a girl staring back at him on the other side of the tank.
Romero and Julieta had finally seen each other; Julieta too had been with her friends admiring the dolphins, when she noticed a young man on the other side of the pool. They both walked around when Romero heard the whistle and Julieta heard her friends calling signaling it was time to leave, but they pressed on reaching ever closer when they finally met their eyes locked. Romero was the first to talk, “Who might you be?” Julieta was almost startled. They introduced themselves, and as they did, they felt themselves leaning in closer and closer to one another. Then suddenly, they kissed. Their adventure had just begun.

On her way home, Julieta just couldn’t stop herself from talking about Romero with her friends. She talked the whole way back to school, and still she was unable to contain her emotions. When she got home she continued on the phone with her friends, rambling on about his mysterious beauty, the way they locked eyes, and the kiss. This was the first time she had liked any boy since her mother died. Then suddenly, her father burst into her room, she hadn’t even noticed his knocking steadily increasing in volume until it felt like his fist was shaking the whole room. On the other hand, her cat had noticed. The cat dug its claws further and further into the bed, until finally it jumped onto her head when the door slammed open. Julieta shrieked with pain as the cat dug its claws into her hair for protection. Finally, Julieta fell off the bed with a thump.

After she had regained her composure from the cat attack, her father began his rant. “You think I’m deaf?!” Her father yelled, “You think I can’t hear you yammering on to your friends about this boy from across the border?!” Julieta was saddened; she felt a lump in her throat as she realized where this was heading. Her father continued, “You know that everyone from those border towns is either a drug dealer or a murder. You know that this boy will never be good enough for you.” Her father paused for a moment before continuing. “This is why I’m forbidding you to ever see him or even mention him in this house ever again!”

Julieta’s tears of sadness had dried in the heat of her new-found rage, as she said, “You’re not my father! You stopped being my father the day mom died! And now that I have finally found something strong enough to lift me out of my mourning, you won’t accept it!” Her father’s rage somewhat subsided and his new reaction looked like sadness. He spoke once more with the same stern tone, but the words weren’t pointed or angry, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, I love you, you know.” And after that he simply turned around and walked back to his room.

Julieta was stunned, and she felt sad again. Her sadness came with silence which continued through dinner and all that weekend. When she came back to school, her friends asked her why she wasn’t answering their calls anymore, and wondered if anything was to become of her and Romero. However, Julieta had a lot of thinking to do, and she told her friends this. She told herself, “This school year is going to be a long one.”

Meanwhile, Romero had not mentioned Julieta at all to his friends, but at the same time he couldn’t stop thinking of her. When he got home he asked his father what he thought, and at first he sounded fine with it. Romero’s dad thought it would be good for Romero to try to start a healthy relationship of his own, especially because Romero’s dad knew Romero would be well received as a handsome, smart, young man. But then he asked Romero where he met her, and Romero replied that he met her at the zoo in El Paso, which is near where she lives. His dad’s face rearranged itself into that of a frown.

Then Romero’s brother walked in, and dad asked him why he was home early from work. Enrique looked depressed. He looked up, said, “I got a promotion.” Enrique’s dad congratulated Enrique, but Romero looked confused. Romero didn’t know what this could mean, “a promotion”? How could you get promoted in a drug cartel? Romero had finished his dinner, so he walked with his brother to his brother’s room. After they had reached the room and Enrique had closed his door, Romero asked his question, “What does that mean?” Enrique was almost startled, he hadn’t even noticed Romero walking with him, but he responded calmly, “It means things just got a lot more complicated.”

Romero told Enrique about Julieta, and he told him he was in love. Enrique told Romero that he needed to seek her out; he told Romero that if he didn’t nothing would become of it, and he would always be trapped wondering what could have been. So he gave Romero the number to a border patrol officer he knew that he had helped in the past, and so Romero called him. The man, Jeff, was a tall strong-looking man; he gave Romero a ride past the border on Tuesday morning and brought him to the school Romero had heard Julieta talk of.

Julieta was putting up with her classmates that day when she saw him, Romero, standing in the window of the doorway to the cafeteria. Julieta was about to get up from her seat to get a better view, when a boy from her class, John, sat down right in her line of sight, John looked timid, but he was able to get her attention. Julieta asked, “What is it John?” And then he asked her a question, “Will you go to Homecoming with me?” Julieta’s trance was broken, she retorted, “What?” He repeated himself, “Will you go to –“ Julieta interrupted, “I know what you said—“ And then she remembered the date; Homecoming was in three days.

All of a sudden she got up from her seat, and ran towards the Cafeteria door noticing that there was no longer a face there. She burst through the doors, and just before Romero turned the corner to leave, she called after him. “Wait! Romero!” He turned around and almost without meaning to they embraced each other.

Romero and Julieta went to Julieta’s house, and on the way, Julieta asked Romero to go to Homecoming with him and Romero happily obliged. However Julieta’s father kicked Romero out, yelling, “You will never date my daughter! You hear me?! Never!” Romero was on his way back home when he was confronted by John and his friends, who were yelling curses at Romero and threatening to beat him up. Little did they know, Romero was his school’s wrestling champion for five years. He beat them up and accidentally killed John, while the other two ran away and told of what the boy had done. However, not knowing who he was, the blame was put on the drug lords. The war between the drug lords and the officials began, and Julieta’s father helped pay for the expenses. Enrique secretly helped Julieta escape with Romero, and with the help of the drug lords they faked their deaths and escaped the city. On the way out Enrique told them, “There’s no way this war will ever get better again; you need to get out of here. But more than that you need to keep the story of what truly happened. Now take this money and use it to buy a new life, a better life.” They left with the drug lords’ money, which only enraged the drug lords further, knowing nothing of the agreement. And so both cities were destroyed in the war, but Julieta and Romero made it all the way to Los Angeles. They used the money to start a taco business and buy a house. Their new life had just begun, and their story would live on.

Creative Writing – Short Novel – The Cookie Trials: Ghosts and Science

The cookie tasted sweet in his mouth, it reminded him why he comes to this restaurant every month. It wasn’t necessarily the food that kept him coming back, more the memories of times past. This was his 168th time and counting, the 14 year anniversary of his very first time away from home. The first time he met his two best friends and his first day of college. It might have even been the first time he’d ever had a fortune cookie, which is odd considering he’d lived in Chinatown all his life. Chinatown, New Mexico, is probably the least culturally significant of all the “Chinatowns” in the United States. Few knew about it until today, but we’ll talk about that later.

Tong Swanson had only just taken his first bite of rice, chicken, and soy sauce, when he noticed his best friends, Rick and Cara, walk in the door. He waved them over to his table with a mouthful of food and managed to swallow before they made it there. Cara is Tong’s ex-girlfriend; luckily they had broken up on peaceful terms, and so they remained the best of friends. She was also a colleague at what was Tong’s part-time job, so in the end Tong decided it was for the best. She was 30, and had recently completed her final year of medical school, so she was frequently applying for a job. She hadn’t received a call back yet.

Rick, on the other hand, met Tong in first grade. He always used to tease Tong for being so scrawny, but now they were the best of friends. Rick had grown up to be a professional basketball player for the New Mexico Thunderbirds, and Tong had grown up to be a teacher of Nuclear Physics at the University of New Mexico. Tong had often noticed Rick glancing over at Cara whenever they went to the bar, which gave Tong the opportunity to finally get back at him for all of Rick’s teasing. Tong would pester Rick all the time about when he was going to ask her out, but every time Rick’s response was the same, “We’re just friends, ok?” Both he and Tong knew what Rick really thought, but Rick was waiting for the right moment.

Tong had recently gotten a job offer himself from the nearby nuclear facility at Los Alamos; all of the reactors had already been shut down there, so they were hoping his connections at the university would grant them to further their research at the university’s nuclear reactor. Tong had always been fond of the innovations made at Los Alamos during the Cold War. His fascination with the Manhattan Project brought him here, and so when the opportunity presented itself he couldn’t help but accept the offer. Not only was he provided a huge boost in salary having come from a teaching position, but he was given the chance to work at the place where the efforts of physicists the world round had come together.

Tong finally managed to finish shoveling food into his mouth when his friends sat down, laughing as they did. Tong swallowed heavily, almost choking as he said, “Where have you been?” Rick and Cara were laughing on the way in, but to this Rick answered with a gruff, “Traffic is hell.” The comment glanced off of Tong, who had been waiting to talk about his new job offer in the hopes that he could cheer up a disheartened Cara. Cara had recently heard back from one of the many hospitals she’d applied to, only to hear that they did not need another nurse.

Before Tong could get the words out of his mouth, Rick interrupted him, “I see you haven’t read your fortune yet.” Rick pointed to Tong’s fortune cookie paper, which he must have forgotten about when they walked in. Tong picked it up, muttering to himself, “Just for that you don’t get to hear what it says.” Tong looked contentedly at the small text on the piece of paper.

Tong’s family had always followed some parts of Chinese culture in order to try to fit in: taking off their shoes indoors, learning to eat with chop-sticks, and of course storytelling. Tong had been raised on bedtime stories until he was 16. The stories his parents told him taught him about morals, ethics, and on occasion fortune cookies. One particular story was about a young Chinese prince named Yuko, heir to China’s western dynasty. He once ordered a cook to make him a cookie, simple and plain enough to make one for every citizen of their province. The cook agreed, but was curious as to why. The prince told him, “I aim to motivate our people in a time of great sorrow.” The province was in a time of morning over the loss of their king, and the prince aimed to show them that he was the perfect candidate to replace him. The cook was confused, “You aim to motivate the people with cookies?” And it was then the king unveiled his plan, he aimed to write motivational messages along with teachings of Confucius onto small strips of paper, which could be slipped into the cookies, and found by the people eating them. This would help the morale of the workforce and rally them in his favor. The cook agreed that it was an excellent plan, but the cook did not believe that was enough. He created new types of messages, ones which the prince had never intended. These messages described future events which were to come in the peoples’ lives, events such as premature death, pregnancy, and sudden claims to wealth. It is said that all of these fortunes came true, for better or for worse. These fortunes were few and far between, but they held great appeal amongst the people. Eventually the people became so engrossed with them that they swarmed the cook’s hall, and tried to take fortunes for themselves. But the cook had disappeared, along with all the fortunes, so the people tried to write fortunes for themselves. It did not work, and the Prince was infuriated with the cook who was only ever supposed to provide the people with morale, not false hopes. The dynasty soon crumbled, and the cook was never heard from again. However, the cookie became a favorite treat of China’s people, and the fortunes became traditional. It is said that he still writes real fortunes into the cookies, and places them in fortune cookies all around the world. If you were to find a real fortune such as this, it is said to be of great importance, and sometimes can mean imminent danger. So when Tong read, “Your life is in danger. Say nothing to anyone. You must leave the city immediately and never return. Repeat: say nothing.” He could feel gravity in the situation.

After reading what the fortune had to say, Tong looked around, wildly searching for some sign of a prank. But somehow he knew that this wasn’t a joke. He got up from his seat, and ran out the front door of the restaurant. On his way out, he noticed the bewildered looks on his friends’ faces, they had no idea what was about to unfold. Cara got the check, and Rick ran after Tong yelling, “You’re not seriously going to leave us on a day as special as this are you?!”

After Tong had finally driven a safe distance from the city in his truck, he looked back, wondering what any of this could possibly mean. Tong, could not have imagined the events to come. He soon got a call from his sister, Ming, which was odd considering they hadn’t talked in over a year. His entire family stayed rather disconnected from each other, and after he left for college there was very little keeping them in contact. “You need to get here now; I’ll explain everything when you arrive.” All he could hear was a click and the dial tone, and she was gone.

He started back on the road, getting all sorts of calls from Cara and Rick. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Could he really just ignore them? He had finally arrived; his sister brought him inside without saying a word. He couldn’t help himself any longer; as soon as they got inside, he barraged her with questions. She held up her hand as if to ask for him to pause. He did, and she explained that Los Alamos Laboratories had begun using the nuclear reactor at the University of New Mexico for experiments to find a new kind of theorized particle without telling the professor, using the codes he had so willingly given them. They called it the “Ghost particle,” but they didn’t know the creation of such a particle would be the end of them. Now he asked her to pause, with the question, “Why did you bring me down here then? I might be the only one capable of stopping them, you could have simply told me over the phone.”

She resumed what she was saying with a sigh, “This is where things get a bit weird. The, ‘Ghost particle’ is not a new particle. You see, it was actually created long ago in ancient China, by a boy named Yuko and his cook…” Tong interrupted, “Yuko the maker of the fortune cookie?! Why would we need a nuclear reactor then?” Ming resumed again, “So you remember? Well that cook was no regular cook. He was a monk, learning about souls. He figured out a way to move his soul in and out of his body. This is called a ‘soul removal’. He was the first person to ever learn how to do this; unfortunately his intentions were not for good. He was spiteful of the world for never getting his way. So he left his temple, and concocted a plan for his new-found skill. He aimed to turn the dynasty to rubble. He learned a new skill along the way, which is called a ‘soul transfer’. In this art the soul is traded with another person, in souls the intentions and influences of a person remain, however the body is traded. He transferred his soul with a high chef, who knew nothing of what was happening.”

“Souls were more recently found to be preserved within a particle which has been dubbed the, ‘Ghost particle’. The ghost particle can be found within every human on the planet, but most people have no idea they can manipulate it. The, ‘Ghost particle’ was first discovered by the ‘Soul society,’ a group of people trained in the arts of the Soul and the, ‘Ghost particle,’ they are made up of everyday people all over the world, trained to maintain complete secrecy.”

“After the transfer, the monk poisoned the king’s food. One day he learned a skill we have yet to reproduce, allowing him to claim an original idea with his soul. With this he was able to modify certain aspects of any reproduced form of the idea. It was a sort of soul-bound copyright. This included the text of the fortune cookie, which he used to alter the subconscious thoughts of people from around the world. It is extremely difficult in this day and age because there are very few useful, original ideas left to modify. This allowed him to ruin the prince’s chance at becoming king, and the dynasty’s chance at thriving for centuries to come. What he was unable to foresee however was his idea would live on even after the dynasty collapsed. He would continue to live inside the idea for as long as fortune cookies were produced. He however did not feel the urge to do anything with his power for quite some time; until one day, he found out about the ‘Soul Society,’ so in order to keep his place of power, he has been after us ever since. We believe he’s going to try to use the newly made unstable ghost particle in order to destroy the main base of the ‘Soul Society,’ which has remained at a secret location in the Grand Canyon for over a hundred years.”

“The monk’s soul is to this day weaving the fortunes of many greatly powerful people using cookies. Some of these powerful people are the people who run the Los Alamos nuclear facility, who he had gradually persuaded with cookies all over the world. His plan is to cause a catastrophe of massive proportions, because unfortunately this particle, unless treated delicately, is extremely unstable. Not only that, but its fuel source spreads all around the world.”

“We determined there was no way of stopping his plan without your help. And you had no way of stopping them even if I’d told you about all of this while you were there. There were too many safeguards in place. Fortunately I am also a member of the ‘Soul Society,’ and as such I have been asked to bring you here to determine how useful you could be to us. For you see, the since the time of the first Soul release, a great many things have happened, including another one of the monks from the same group learning the ways of ‘Soul removal’. He later went on to form the ‘Soul society’. It was here that he not only taught people the ways of, ‘Soul techniques,’ but also built a lineage of study which would live on for centuries. This lineage has since come up with some of the most powerful Soul techniques to have ever been created.

However few of the techniques he learned were very strong. Tong became a master soul technician though. Tong eventually told his friends about everything. He saved the town by blasting the unstable off into space before it exploded, using his new found techniques to get to it. It created quite the fireworks display.

Creative Writing – [Unfinished] Hot Button Issues

Politics, religion, sports and race are often some of the most dreaded words to hear in conversation, not because of what each person thinks of them, but because of all the possible thoughts a person can have about them. These topics are based almost entirely on opinion. Opinions are dangerous because they can lead to arguments, which are dangerous by nature. However, what is even more dangerous about these topics is that they aren’t entirely based on opinion, even though in the end no one knows enough to prove that they’re right. These topics have evidence which suggests that they’re right, giving the person with the opinion a definite reason to maintain their belief. And the biggest problem is that these issues are of global concern. My opinion may account for a very small portion of the population, but I would like to attempt to describe and explain it. I am a libertarian, atheist; I don’t really like sports and have no firm opinion about which teams I like best. I am entirely against discrimination based on race, but I’ll allow an innocent race joke to go by in most cases. Race, when you think about it, goes much further than that; it even dives into issues of sexual opinion. I’m entirely for gay marriage for example, I don’t see any reason they shouldn’t be permitted the same rights as other couples. One issue I neglected to mention before is specific to our day and age. Global warming is an oncoming threat to our continued existence, and so is our shortage of resources such as fossil fuels and precious metals.

Creative Writing – Children’s Story – If You Had Given the Mouse a Cookie

If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe he wouldn’t have roamed around your house looking for one. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe he wouldn’t have found a mouse wife and taken her home with him. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe they wouldn’t have had tons of babies and kept you awake all night with their squeaking. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe your girlfriend wouldn’t have noticed the missing pieces of food and loud squeaking noises in the night. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe your girlfriend wouldn’t have screamed when she saw a glimpse of about 10 mice all scurrying back to their hole. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe your girlfriend wouldn’t have forced you to do something about it for you to show her you love her. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe you wouldn’t have put all the blame on yourself and decided you ought to put all the mice out of their misery instead of just calling an exterminator. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe you wouldn’t have failed numerous time to gas the mice out with pesticides. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe you wouldn’t have finally been forced to use mouse traps, killing every mouse except your old childhood companion. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe you wouldn’t have had to argue with your girlfriend over whether you could keep him as a pet, before she finally sadistically murdered him with a kitchen knife. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe you wouldn’t have to mourn over the loss of your childhood companion to whom you gave cookies and went to school and went to the movies. If you had given the mouse a cookie, maybe you could have written and sold a successful children’s book franchise about it, without constantly thinking of his tragic fate.

Creative Writing – Things I think about (In 15 minutes)

I have done a lot of work to determine the best plan of action for me to complete my schoolwork. I know everyone tells me that college is going to be much harder, and in some aspects they’re probably right. However, with the colleges I’m looking at and the focus I’m looking at, I’m sure, without a doubt, that my work won’t make me want to switch my attention to something else. I’m sure I can handle it because the work I have now I don’t do on my free time. However the work I do on my free time is what I plan on doing in college. This work also won’t include many Prerequisites in base courses. I’ve looked at course schedules for several of these courses, and none of them include a history/social studies subject. The most they have is one course of base English and possibly one course of base psychology. The major topics which actually enjoy will include, Physics, Mathematics type subjects, and Computer Science of course.

On the subject of my current schoolwork, my biggest problem is building my willpower, I need to be able to will myself to work on the least enjoyable subjects and types of assignments in accordance with the date at which they will be due. I also need to be able to stop myself from simply agreeing to spend my time with my friends, when I know I have work. It’s a matter of importance to every aspect of my life. I could do amazingly not just with my grades, but with my side projects, if I could simply put of watching YouTube videos for a year. But I hate to see tons of what are probably hilarious videos of babies doing kung fu go unnoticed for so long even if I can put it off for a while. I need to stop myself from trying to finish nearly every amazing video game that comes into existence, but it feels like it’s either a mountain of homework, or a mountain of unwatched videos an unplayed games, and either way they both keep coming and they both keep stockpiling, until eventually either the homework is too late for it to matter, or the video/game is no longer relevant. Sometimes I wonder about how my meds have affected me, but as I’m no psychiatrist, I can’t tell whether I need to take myself off because they’ve stopped proving themselves useful, or I need to take them in larger quantities because my growing body needs growing amounts. As time has gone on, I fluctuate similar to a sin wave between working at maximum capacity and working with minimal effort, but for some reason that may be related to my medication, what was once the time for maximum capacity is now the time for medium capacity and what was once the time for minimum capacity is now a time where my capacity to do work is simply non-existent. I tried scheduling, I tried alarms, I tried parental guidance, but if my parents won’t be there when I grow up, and I don’t have the will to get my self to follow a schedule, then how will I ever get any better?

Another factor to consider is sleep, I often go to sleep very late, and on very rare occasions I don’t go to sleep at all, but it is on similarly rare occasions that I go to bed before 12:00. And on weekends it is even more clear because without being provoked I can sleep from 12:30 at night to 2:30 in the morning. Sleep is something I need a lot more of, so sleep might also be the reason my will to do work or to change my mind is so very low. I used to go to bed and wake up much earlier, but that was in elementary school. And as I transitioned through middle school, my sleep times shifted much later in the day. And now at the peak of high school, my sleep reservoir seems to have run out, as I drift off in class, and am unable to stay up as late at night.

Creative Writing – Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up a hill. Little did they now they know they were going straight into mortar fire. Fortunately they had been wearing flak jackets so although they were blown back to the bottom of the hill nearly unconscious, the shrapnel had not penetrated them. Jack and Jill would live on. That day the ocean bled fire and the land was ripped away from underneath many a soldier’s feet. It was World War 2, and the Japanese military was being pushed back by U.S. troops, but the death toll was constant if this continued, there wouldn’t be any troops left in a year, this had to be dealt with quickly. Jack and Jill returned home as veterans, sister and brother finally splitting paths. Jack decided to continue working in the government on the homeland. Jill became a full-time protestor and traveled with a commune. Jack and Jill had become Jack or Jill.

Creative Writing – Point of view of a knife in a theif’s pocket

Well, another day in the pocket of a thief I suppose. I wonder when I was first given this ability to have thoughts of my own, I suppose it doesn’t matter at this point. I don’t know why a gas station would even sell switchblades. But ever since that faithful day, I and my owner have been thieves. After he slowly took me from the shelf and cradled me in his hands, he knew I was going to be his tool of choice. And so he proceeded to steal me from the gas station undetected, my new proud owners first score. Nowadays, all I ever do is sit here and collect dust. Just because my owner is a kleptomaniac doesn’t mean he’s a “maniac”. My owner is the smartest thief I’ve ever seen, and usually he simply sneaks by everyone unnoticed. But when the time comes for my moment to shine, (which isn’t often) I shine as bright as the sun! But just because my owner can’t keep his temper some of the time doesn’t mean I can’t! I never wanted to be a tool of murder, all I wanted to be was an easy tool of comfort used by fathers to open the plastic packages their kids would get but couldn’t open (you know the ones). Luckily I haven’t been used too many times, but there was once a time when I yearned to just flip and stab something. Now I dread it with every shard of my handle. My thief was a master of knife throwing in his spare time, so you might be able to guess that it wasn’t stabbing which most worried me.