short story thing

Living quietly in the house on the corner of Livindwood St, there was a noise. This was no ordinary noise of the trees swaying, the leaves whistling, or the bead creaking. The noise that came out now was the front door.
Slowly creeping down the stairs, I did not want the evil beast in my house now to run away; I wanted to catch him. With every step, the creaking in the wooden floors seemed to get louder. Sep after step, he got closer to the refrigerator, where he heard the noise. Boom! Something crashed down from the top shelf. I couldn't take it any longer. I ran into the kitchen just to find my best friend searching through my food… "are you crazy?! Its four o'clock in the morning!" From that day on, my friend asked ever time before he came into my house and I have never had to go downstairs in the night ever again.

Creative Story

SCARY OLD GRANDMA

Once upon a time, there was a old, worn down house on the top of a hill. In it, was the oldest living grandma on the planet. She is 259 and going on 260. Her 260th birthday was going to be her golden birthday because the inside of her house just got a coding of golden color, even though the outside of her house was old and dreary.
Grandma Hanson Had nothing else to do on in her life because everything on her bucket list was crossed off. Being crippled, death, and blind, she had nothing else to live for in her life. Preparing for this birthday party was quite a hassle because she could not see, or hear. Also, not one of her children, grandchildren, or great-grandchildren were living, they had all died of old age. That left her with only animals to invite to her party. She realized that there was no reason to send invitations because none of the animals could read. Even though they could not read, most of them could understand the English language. At the time of the party, Grandma Hanson opened the door and called to the animals that the party was starting! All of a sudden, screaming out of the woods comes a huge pack of Jackalope. Scared to death, Grandma Hanson turns around to wheel back into her house but out of pure memory she remembered that there was a mounting of a Narwhal facing the door. Grandma Hanson was in a very sticky situation.
The only way for her to get out of this situation was for her to get out of her wheelchair. Not knowing where she was going, Grandma Hanson was wondering unknowingly around her house. Crash! Down comes the door with the Jackalope charging full speed toward her. The Jackalope’s Antlers jab into the side of Grandma Hanson and she flies right into the Ivory Tusk of the mounting of a Narwhal. Grandma Hanson is dead. Sadly, all of the other animals go away, disappointed that there was no party. Grandma Hanson will forever be remembered as the Narwhal Lover.

Acceleration

I am reading acceleration. i guess its ok but the kid shouldn't keep the serial killers book. blogging -_-

Laptop thing

I think its cool that we can have our laptops at home. the only problem is that not every1 has wireless internet at home, so the internet wont work for some people. =/

Critique on Museum

The museum was one of the most interesting museums that I have even gone to. Some of the "art" pieces were very plain and it looked like a kindergartner could have created it. ------->

Otherwise there were a lot of nice, intriquite paintings and sculptures that were nice and very well done. Overall, there were more good sculptures than bad one, so I liked the art museum.