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  I thought I would put up some writing form my writing class, so here it is! I have been doing a lot of writing, not really any poems like I like to do. Anyway, I probably put some more up in a couple of days.                                                                   

                                                                                                          Strength for the Long Hard Journey

   In 1620, the pilgrims sailed to America on an undersized boat. On the Mayflower, space was very sparse.  During the voyage, the Mayflower sailed into a perilous storm.  The wind, which was icy, threw sharp spray from the water on the sailors as the storm picked up. The rain cascaded down upon the ship soaking it again and again. The people stayed below the decks, but to no avail, they still could feel the wetness when they laid down on their beds. The air dripped with the aroma of fish and greasy hair. Sadly, many of the travelers attained sickness, and the sound of wheezing people filled the boat. Seawater flowed through cracks turning all the food into mush. The wood smelled of mildew. Cold and wetness surrounded everybody. Toddlers cried constantly and clung to their mothers. There were no games between the children as they all stood dazed in silent in horror. The men prayed reverently to God asking for deliverance from the tremendous storm. Everybody beheld it in each other’s eyes; the heart wondering, wishing, and hoping.

    Below the deck, Goodman John Howland was immensely tired of being cramped up with crying babies, smelly people, and everything else that that could be found below the gun deck. He decided to climb up to the deck despite many respectable opinions against his frivolous decision. He strolled over to the rails and took in a big breath of fresh air. Suddenly, the ship rocked and rolled, violently pitching John overboard. John grasped a rope, which a lazy sailor didn’t take time to put away. Beside the ship, he swung helplessly. John Howland was completely terrified. He yelped for help, but nobody came .The water lapped at his dangling feet. His sweaty hands were slowing slipping down the rope. Thoughts of his family passed through his mind. He prayed to God.           

    Finally, when the Captain of the ship told a man to put the rope away, John was spotted.  The strong sailors quickly heaved him up with a boat hook. He was safe! Aboard the ship again, John Howland collapsed in a heap breathing hard but still thanking them all the time. All the pilgrims were appalled at his awful story. Goodman, who was exhausted, repented for not following the elder’s advice. None of his friends and family anger ascended upon him though; they were all very happy that he was still alive.  They all bowed their heads and thanked God for keeping John safe, and they asked for strength on their long hard journey to the New World.

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You know you have a little sister when you find a worm drowned in powdered laundry soap in the dryer.

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This is the final assignment I had to do for my writing class!!

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The Lost Kittens

One bright sunny morning, the kind of morning you just want to be up and outside, Mother Cat rose up from her pile of kittens, stretched, cleaned her toes, and pranced out of the machine shed to meet the morning air. She posed awhile, soaking in the sunshine. Even though Mother Cat enjoyed herself, she had a weird feeling, but she pushed it out of her mind. When she heard the banging of the farmer opening the barn door, she knew it was time to chase some breakfast. This was her favorite part of the day. Caring for kittens was great, but could not ever compare to a mouse chase.

Tiptoeing into the dimly lit barn, Mother Cat smelled old leather, dusty hay, and horse manure. She didn’t pay attention to these smells though; she put all of her concentration on trying to listen for anything that would lead her to a mouse. Her ears picked up a faint scurrying of a little mischievous rodent. She knew that this was just not an ordinary mouse, it was one of those that thought he was hot stuff, but really wasn’t. She tracked the noise down to an old beaten horse trough. Springing onto the top of the trough, she peered down into it, spying Mr. Hot Stuff eating a piece of grain. Mother Cat eased down into the trough hoping to start the chase, but the mouse just stared up at her silently.

The cat batted at the mouse, and it fell over dead from what seemed a heart attack. Mother Cat eyed the mouse and sniffed it. Yep, it was one of those weird ones. She picked up the strange mouse and carried it out of the barn to her hungry kittens. On her way to the machine shed, Mother Cat nodded good morning to all the other barn animals; she was very good friends with everybody.

When she reached the shed, she was not greeted by the usual happy meows of her darling kittens. Mother Cat dropped her mouse and franticly looked for her children, meowing for them the whole time. She searched the whole shed finding nothing. She even jumped inside the dirty, slimy trash barrel but couldn’t find them. Sprinting out of the shed, she went to ask Mr. Sheep if he had seen her kittens.

“Mr. Sheep, have you seen my kittens?” asked the fidgeting cat.

“No. Sorry Mother Cat,” answered Mr. Sheep. Mother Cat hung her head in sorrow and wiped her eyes with her paw.

“I guess I’ll go ask Mrs. Horse,” cried Mother Cat. She heaved a sigh and walked off to find Mrs. Horse. Mrs. Horse had no idea where the kittens were either. She gave Mother Cat some kind advice about burial preparations and how to mourn, but that didn’t help. It only made Mother Cat feel worse. She ambled away weeping, wondering if she should have listened to Mrs. Horse. Mother Cat didn’t think she would ever find her kittens. She started making her way down to the pond planning to “fall” in. Just then, Little Piggy came up to talk.

“What is the matter Mother Cat?” Little Piggy grunted.

“I can’t find my kittens anywhere!” sadly moaned Mother Cat.

“You should ask Wise Old Cow!” squealed Little Piggy.

Mother Cat agreed and went on her way, but still was doubtful. She didn’t think even Wise Old Cow would know where her babies were. She cried so hard that it took her a long time to get on the right path that would lead her to the cow field. Mother Cat jogged down the well-beaten path for what seem hours, but was really only half a minute or so. Mother Cat soon found Wise Old Cow slowly munching a mouthful of hay. He looked wise–so wise, that Mother Cat hid in the grass for a couple of minutes just watching. She was scared of such a big wise animal. She thought he might get mad at her for asking something so stupid. She wanted to ask, but she couldn’t. Then he started speaking.

“Mother Cat, you can come out now,” he chuckled. Mother Cat shyly stepped out from the tall grass. She wondered how the cow knew she was there. She decided to ask her question quickly before he could say anything else.

“Do you know where my kittens are?” she asked stumbling over her words.

“Have you looked in the haystack?” Wise Old Cow replied. Mother Cat looked closely in the haystack and saw that her kittens were sleeping peacefully, snuggled deeply in the straw.

“Thank you! Oh, thank you, Wise Old Cow,” purred Mother Cat as she gathered her kittens close. She walked her kittens back to the shed as the told her why they had gone to see Wise Old Cow. They had thought their mother was lost, and Wise Old Cow told them to just go to sleep and their mother would be along in a bit. Mother Cat was amazed at the wisdom of the cow.

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This is a story I had to write for school. The characters a really stuffed animal that I really have. Enjoy!!!

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There once was a tree frog named Samuel and a Chihuahua named Niño. Samuel and Niño were stuffed animals, so nobody was really surprised when they found out they were such great friends. There also is was Samuel and Niño’s owner Kris. Kris was really nice and even let them play out in the snow. The only thing is they had a major problem. Their owner was not paying enough attention to them. She was getting busier and busier with her life, and Samuel and Niño were getting depressed because they thought they weren’t loved any more.

“Samuel, what should we do?” whimpered Niño. “I mean, I just can’t stand it anymore.”

“I don’t know,” croaked Samuel.

“We could make a big sign that says we want to be loved!” yapped Niño.

“Um, we can’t write,” stated Samuel.

“We could bark our heads off, or jump up and down a million times,” yipped Niño.

“No! no! no!” answered Samuel. “We have to do something that will make her remember how much she loves us”

“Like what?” questioned Niño.

“We can run away until she finds us,” said Samuel. “When she finds us, she’ll remember how much she loves us.”

“Where do we hide?” asked Niño.

“Into the closet!” whooped Samuel.

Samuel and Niño scrambled into the closet and nudged the door shut.

“Where should we hide in here?” asked Niño.

“Let’s get in the shoe boxes,” suggested Samuel.

“Okay,” barked Niño.

Later on that night, Kris saw that Samuel and Niño were gone. She looked for days, but she couldn’t find them. One day, her mom told her to clean out her closet. When she found Samuel and Niño, she was so happy that she screamed.

“Why did you guys run away?” she asked.

“We thought you didn’t love us anymore,” answered Niño.

“I will always love you,” said the owner. “No matter how busy I am, I will never stop loving you.

Oh, and look! I got you a new friend. Her name is Penny.”

Samuel the frog, Niño the chihuahua, and Penny the penguin had many great times together. Samuel and Niño sometime still thought they didn’t get enough attention, but they knew they were loved.

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A Valentines poem
Roses are red,
Violets blue,
I copied your paper,
And I flunked too.

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Dear Dad,

$chool i$ really great. I am making lot$ of friend$ and $tudying really hard.

Love you,

Your $on

The reply:

Dear Son,

I am so glad you have eNOough time to study and make friends,

Being an hoNOr student, I’m sure you are really busy.

I am glad you are gaining lots of kNOwledge.

Do NOt forget that we love and miss you!

Dad

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Katie and Lizzy, I left some jokes for you!

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Today I made up some smoothies, and I thought you might want the recipe.

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Spring Smoothies
1 apple

1 orange

1 pear

A couple  scoops of vanilla ice cream

2 1/4 cups milk

1 package  cherry jello

About 1 1/2 cups crushed ice

Cut apple, orange, and pear into small pieces. Blend all ingredient until mixed well.

Enjoy!!!!!

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The heavy door led into a narrow stairwell with slippery steps. The smooth walls were made of cold cement that was covered in black dirt. Hailke had never been afraid of his family’s cellar, but right now was different. Reenade, Hailke’s younger sister was in tears. Hailke ran down the steps, trying not to slip. When he reach to the bottom step he grabbed Reenade and stumbled to the south-west corner of the cellar. It was the safest place to be.

…to be continued

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