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DEAR S HE EP IS H DU CK
Write to us! 281 County Road, Barrington, RI 02806
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ear Sheepish Duck,
Kendall Jones gave me a copy of Sheepish Duck: Vol. 5.5. I just finished reading it and thought I should write to tell you how hilarious I think it is. Sincerely, Area Teacher
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VOLUME 8 E RI CA D OMI N GUE Z
Sheepish Psychic Diary Beanie Review 10 Random Thoughts In the Closet The Secret Santa’s Dilemma Classic Novel Review
LIZ A O BE L - OM IA
Ted & His Bread Machine Elevator Stories
HANN AH H IC K S -S AN TO S
Princess of Fire The Square Chronicles Things I Would Sell if I Had a Store Tomboy Scouts Clothes I See on TV Shows The People That Complain About Things Nobody Cares About A Product Idea
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A Comic November Rain Ghickens The Trash Incident There is an Octopus in a Tree Panels The Mission Chronicles New Drawings A Doodle A New Story Left hand Drawings
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Pimple Problems Dezat A New Poem
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A Painting An Owl A Letter for My Grumpy Attorney A Lovely Drawing What I see Outside a Night Window
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Characters New Drawings Woncker
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Post-Holiday Dictionary Mushroom End
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The End of Life
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A Story
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The Alphabet is Very Boring Hair! Perfect Marriages Best Friends
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What is Geocaching and How to do it Young Bond (Preview)
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How do you feel about corn on the cob?
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“I feel that it is horrible, I hate
Tilli Roberts – Stagemaker
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Gina Guromps – Accountant
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“Bananas!” Ima Sandy Beach – Naturalist
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The Square Chronicles
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ne day, there was a square. His name was Paper. He was made of brick. He was a very rich gardener. He grew poison ivy, Venus flytraps, and evil potatoes. He is a wanted square in all 50 states. Except Nebraska. Everyone loves him in Nebraska! That’s where all the criminals live! He thinks that triangles (goats) are evil. As do all his friends (yeah, right! He’s a criminal. He doesn’t have any). “I smell fish!” he said one morning. “The stars (cops) smell like fish!” he yelled nervously. And he scurried inside the house.
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Ted & His Bread Machine #4, Part I
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ne day, Ted was walking down the street carrying his bread machine when he bumped into a woman. “Oh! Sorry,” the woman said. “I didn’t mean to. . . Oh! Is that a bread machine made by the machine genius of 1977?” she asked as her eyes got wide. “Yes,” Ted said, looking down at his old machine. “I’ll pay you $10,000 for it. There is only one left and it is in Japan.” Ted pulled the bread machine close and thought of all the fun times. Like when he dropped it in the swamp and when he almost burned it. “I...can’t,” Ted stammered, “it’s too hard to part.” “What!? You don’t understand, Mr...” “Ted.” “Mr. Ted. This is a wonderful offer. How about $14,000?” the woman said, starting to pull money out of her pocket. “No thanks,” Ted said, and he walked away. “I’ll get that bread machine. Even if I have to steal it.”
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ecently, Ted was offered $14,000 for his bread machine, but he turned down the offer. The woman, Ms. Steals, told herself that she would get the bread machine anyway. A week later, Ted was going for a walk while Ms. Steals peered through binoculars and watched him walk home. “I’ve got you now, Ted,” she said. That night, Ms. Steals tiptoed into Ted’s house and looked for his bread machine. Ted heard something move down-stairs, and he reached for his phone to call Travis. “Help, Travis. I think someone is downstairs,” he said. “I’m on my way,” said Travis. A few minutes later, Travis was at the window. He snuck inside. “Get out of Ted’s house!” he cried. Ms. Steals was so scared she thought it was a ghost and she ran away. She never came back, and Ted lived happily ever after with his bread machine.
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Elevator Stories #1
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ipi Cricket opened her eyes from a long sleep. “Wake up! Groceries are to be bought, and you lay in bed?” A man spat. Pipi got up and got her purse. She lived in a house where the sun poured in. It was a nice, big apartment with two huge floors. “Sorry, Harold, I…” Pipi began. But the man yelled, “Come on! Let’s go! That beef jerky won’t fly over here, now go! I am your husband now, aren’t I?” Harold glared at her. Pipi nodded her head and stepped out the door. “Good bye,” she mumbled. “Farewell.” Harold kissed her cheek and pushed her out. Pipi slowly walked to the elevator.
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“What are you getting?” Pipi was a little thrown back, a male asking her about what she was up to. “Um…beef…beef jerky. F-f-for my husband,” Pipi stammered. “Cool. So how’s your day? Oh, here’s your stop. . . Bye, umm—” “Pipi,” Pipi said, still staring at him.
Pipi learned she liked talking to Frank, so she kept finding excuses to go back to the elevator. “Oh, my nail polish is out” or “We need more milk.” By the end of two weeks, Pipi knew Frank’s favorite color, animal, drink, his birthday, and his full name, and she knew he collected snow globes, was trying to be a teacher, and knew how to knit and sew! She also knew his age. They were both surprised. “You’re a year older than me,” Frank said. “But you look so . . . so young,” Pipi laughed softly.
One morning, the sun was shining high. Pipi had known Frank for almost a month now. Harold and Pipi hadn’t been in the elevator together until that day. “Get up, Pipi, Harold said. “I want to go for a stroll, so dress up. I do not want to be seen with you if you look like a mess.” Pipi put on a spotted dress and a nice scarf and they boarded the elevator. “Hi Frank,” said Pipi. “Don’t talk to that low-level loser,” Harold said. “He is not a loser!” Pipi cried. 14
“Shut up!” Harold was angry. “I never should have married you!” Pipi said. “My father was wrong. We will never love each other.” Frank stood there awkwardly. “You are a woman!” Harold said. “You don’t have the right to talk to me like that!” “She does have the right!” Frank said. The men argued for a little bit more. Frank slammed the buttons hard when the elevator opened, and then Pipi shouted, “Stop! I don’t want to be with you, Harold.” Harold walked away. “Good bye!” he shouted. And Frank said, “Maybe let’s start fresh?” “Probably!” said Pipi, smiling.
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ina Mellville stepped onto the elevator at floor two. Grana Pena shuffled in at floor four. Brina Cana strode in on floor five. Tina was the first to speak. “Howdy. How y’all doing?” “Fine, actually. Great and wonderful!” Brina said, flipping her hair. 15
Suddenly, the elevator— “What’s going on?” Brina said. “WHAT? WHAD YOU SAY? WHAT IS THE BOMB?” Grana shouted, shaking. “Bomb? Where!” “We are stuck!” “Calm down, y’all. Deep breaths,” Tina said. “Well, just press this button…” Brina ran over and pressed the button. “Hello, Police Department here,” a voice crackled. “Hi! Help! Please! We’re stuck and we’re going to die!” Brina cried. “WHAT? WE’RE GOING TO SAY GOODBYE? BYE!” Grana yelled. “Sorry kids. We got more important business. We’ll be there in an hour or so.”
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Brina burst into tears. “Noooo, I’m ruining my mascara and we’re stuck!” “Calm down, hon, it’s ok. Don’t cry, this is just like raining mud—bad at the time, but soon it will be gone,” Tina said, putting her arm around Brina. “Oh yeah, thanks! Mud and elevators are so much alike.” “Tellovators MUCH LIKE TIKES? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING about?” Grana asked. “Uggghhhh. Stop shouting lady,” Brina cried, cuffing Grana’s ears. “Let’s all calm down “Tina said. Epilogue They all finally got out. Brina ran as fast as her heels carried her. Tina walked down to her mom at the library and told her everything, while Grana shuffled home.
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ella Flinn walked quietly into an elevator. As she was about to press 20, a tall handsome man ran in. “Sorry,” he said as he smiled at her, “Didn’t mean to surprise you, or just jump in like that.” The man, or Mark, looked at Bella for the first time. She looked magnificent. He watched as she pressed the button. As they rode up, they talked. Mark was very funny and Bella loved his sense of humor, while mark loved Bella for her gentle soul and her prettiness. 17
When they arrived at floor 20, they hardly wanted to separate. Bella pushed her hair back and walked left to her friend Emily’s house, while mark walked to his cousin. “Maybe I’ll see you around here later,” Bella said. “Uh, yeah, hopefully.” Mark knew he would probably never see her again. He lived in the next state with his mother, looking for a house. He was visiting his cousin here to see if he wanted to move there. So far, it was a big yes. Bella told her friend Emily all about Mark. “I hope and wish I can see him again,” she said, sighing. Over a year later, Bella was still thinking about Mark. They never saw each other again, and Bella and Mark were both sad. But one day, two years later, Mark moved into Bella’s building. He was a little taller, but not by much. Every day for a month, he watched the elevator looking for Bella. One and a half months and a half a week later, he saw her as he was returning from the grocery store. “Bella?” he said. “Mark?
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evin Schmit was pretty rich. He lived in a big house by himself with only a dog. Many women knew this and tried to wed him, but all were jerks who loved money.
Well, not all… One day, Rosemary Rodriguez was on an elevator going up to her little office working for a big company. Kevin was thinking of merging the two companies. Consequently, they boarded the elevator at the same time. Rosemary pressed button 16 and Kevin pressed 22. Immediately, he saw her beautifulness and kind eyes. Her hair fell in front, over a beautiful face. Kevin smiled at her. “Hello, my name is Kevin Schmit,” he said, holding out his hand. Rosemary shook Kevin’s hand and introduced herself. As they rode up not much was said, but Kevin knew he wanted to see her more. Each day for the rest of the week Kevin would ride up with Rosemary. At first he claimed it was an accident, but by Thursday they both knew what was going on. It was a weekly thing. Kevin kept making more business plans, and finally he got the companies to merge. They made an addition and Kevin got an office on floor 16. After a month, Kevin and Rosemary started dating, and after fights and many laughs the wedding 19
bells sounded. Everything went happily. They had five kids, Rosemary was promoted to assistant to her husband, and they lived happily ever after.
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Postscript Their five kids are Zachary, Pipi, Penny, Emmy, and Tyler.
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The Sheepish Psychic Diary MONDAY Today someone came into my office. She was twelveyears-old, and I could tell by her tone of voice that she was a Libra, and since Mercury is in its fifth house, I could tell that she would soon lose money, but get asked to a dance very soon. TUESDAY Ahhhh! Be it not so, be it not so! I was simply looking into my crystal ball, and I saw the whole state of California being blown off the Earth. Poor Brad Pitt! Luckily, I live in Delaware. WEDNESDAY I must have misinterpreted the signs. The inner eye does not always make itself clear. Oops. I should not have alerted the government.
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Things I Would Sell If I Had a Store Coat hangers that attack you if you do not give your hat or coat. (If you have one) :) Candy that explodes in your mouth. (Especially if you are eating Pop Rox) :) Very hungry bears in crates MUCH too small for them. Teapot phones. Look like teapots, act like teapots, but do NOT make tea. Fake Menus. Fool your friends and say you robbed a restaurant. Broken clocks. Fool your friends and say time has frozen.
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Pimple Problems #1 Illustrated by Erica Dominguez
Dear Doctor Zimple, I have a large pimple on my nose. My mom told me to name it. So I did. His name is Albert. Love, Odd-Ball Billy Bob
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The Alphabet is Very Boring
The Alphabet is very very boring. It has v e r y many letters, but it is b o r i n g, at least I think it is. Can people invent n e w letters? Here’s one.
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Official Post-Holiday Dictionary Every spring, my son becomes leepy and demands we buy a Christmas tree.
a·rige /a-reeshʹ/noun A gift from an especially special friend. She waited all year to receive an arige.
mer·il / mareʹ-ull / ver b Become f looded on a holiday. Befor e we opened our presents, the dam broke and our living room merilled.
dite·fw /dytefewʹ/verb To dig a large hole . On Christmas I f eel best when I’m ditefwing.
nacd /nay ʹ-sid /noun A bad painting . My parents gave me a nacd for Christmas .
erv /irvʹ/ noun One not possessing a proper dreidl. My father was aghast when he learned that I’m an erv.
o·lit·ewz /oh-leetʹ-use/ verb Sneak. “Did you olitewz snacks into the movie theater ?”
gib·bit /gibbʹ-it /noun A nine-candled menorah. Only one family on my street owns a gibbit.
o·voke /ohʹ-voke/ noun A rotten candy cane . I ate an ovoke forty years ago, and I haven’t had a candy cane since.
hee·py /heeʹ-pee/ adjective Getting Chris tmas feeling after Christmas . Ever y time I go shopping I feel heepy.
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re·lu·ga /reh-looʹ-gah /noun A rotten piece of mistletoe . It’s bad luck to kiss below reluga . ti·dap /teeʹ-dapp/noun A tidal wave in your house. Holidays at his house feel like a tidap. treb/trebʹ /noun The future substation of England.Someday, England w ill have a treb and t ake over the wor ld . tweel/tweel/noun The first bird seen after Christmas . We have a tweel-sighting party every December 26th. zenfp /zenfp!/noun A crazy elf with mental issues. “Stop calling me a zenfp!” said the crazy elf
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Clothes I See On TV Shows
These are the clothes of Spongebob Squarepants™ Enjoy!
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Beanie Review
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he hottest trend of head covering today. No, they aren’t yarmulkes! They’re beanies! Of course, not all beanies are created equal—some look stupid, and some don’t. From a happy beanie owner: “I love my beanies, all six of them! They are so perfect and lovely! Whenever I see someone else wearing a beanie, I send them a knowing look and a nod. Sometimes they glare at me, but that’s all right, I love my beanies too much to care!”
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Emalay the Princess & John the Farmer
NAME MEANINGS: Emily: Clobberhead William: What now?
If today is your birthday, here’s a horoscope! You will be happy. You may have a stomachache in the near future.
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A Letter for My Grumpy Attorney
A-Ants- You keep telling me termites are eating my dresser. I tell you, there are no ants in my pants! B-Broccoli- I eat lots of broccoli. You should too. C-Cat- You keep telling me that I have too many cats. I have six and that’s it. D-Ducks- You tell me feeding ducks is a waste of bread. It’s a good cause! E- Eggs- My chickens’ eggs are sanitary. F-Fire- Turning lamps upside down is a fire hazard. G-Goat- I give the goats my clothes, not let them eat them! H-House- You say my house is run down, it’s not! I- Igloo-I will not live in an igloo. J- Jaguars- FYI! Jaguars are not smelly. K- Kangaroos- Kangaroos are my favorite animals, thank you very much. L- Llama- I also like llamas. M- Mammoth- Mammoths are interesting, not insulting. 38
N- Nozzle- Like on a fire hose. Do you know? O- Okapi- Do you know what an okapi is by the way? P- Pizza- Would you like to go out for some pizza? Q- Question- You’ve asked too many of these. R- Russia- By the way Russia is the largest country in the world. S- Sri Lanka- Do you know how to pronounce Sri Lanka? T- TV- I don’t watch much TV because it is boring. U- Unforgettable- You are unforgettable! V- Vacuum- Is your vacuum loud? W- Whiz- I am a math whiz. X- Xylophone- You should learn to play the xylophone. Y- Yam- Do you like sweet potatoes? They are Yams. Z- Zebra- My new zebra patterned coat is very fashionable.
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B- I do C- That is too many E- Never said they weren’t F- I don’t! G- Same thing J- Must you bring that up? M- Who said they were? N- Yes O- No P- Can’t Q- Now look who is talking S- Dunno T- SO V- Sort of W- Me too! X- I play the Glockenspiel Not yours truly,
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It all started on Jodo 72, 5601. Dezat went to the supermarket when all of a sudden some kind of a spaceship came hurdling to the ground. Now, Dezat’s father told her not to go near the spaceship, but of course Dezat disobeyed her father. That night, Dezat snuck out of the house and went into the spaceship! It was dark and scary inside, but Dezat was not scared. She was looking at all the buttons when suddenly the lights went on and the computer started counting down: 5,4,3,2,1— The next thing Dezat knew, she was flying in a spaceship going to a planet she knew nothing of. When Dezat saw that the ship had landed, she got out of the ship and she saw a planet. The planet Earth.
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Best Friends
You cheer me up when I am sad, You have never called me weird. You try to make me feel not bad, The best of friends is you and me. So Happy Birthday, friend. I admire you, and you admire me. When you joke I am amused Though they might not be funny. So Happy Birthday, friend.
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A Short Story
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is breath came out in rapid gasps as he struggled to stay at his abnormally fast pace. He had to get to the base. He turned down 22nd street, and saw part of the sanctuary up ahead. He felt a surge of joy as he envisioned himself speeding through the gate just in time before they got in. He was 30 meters away from the gate when it started closing. “No, no, no!” yelled the man. “Wait!” But it was too late, the door was closing and it was closing fast. The man knew there was no chance of him making it to the door without endangering the rest of the population. Instead, he made a different decision. “Troops! Troops!” yelled the man desperately as he tried to get some guards’ attention. “The Scout! Let him in!” said one of the guards as another went to reverse the gate’s movement. “No! They’re after me and they’re too close. It’s… too dangerous,” gasped the man as he stopped near the gate which had just closed completely. “Their base… it…. It’s at the Empire state Building! They have… the plans. And they have… high- AUGHHH!” The man couldn’t finish his sentence. The group snarling and chomping reached the man and tackled him with their many grotesque bodies while viciously mauling him. He was dead in seconds.
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10 Random Thoughts
My duck now wears socks. A reflection is a reflection of a reflection. You crouton! Fuzz. Agonize. Silver. Whimsical. May they measure fields with your intestines. I wish I had a beanie. All right, Sheep, I’m ready when you are.
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In the Closet
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The Secret Santa’s Dilemma
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he problem is this: my office was FORCED (by Corporate) to make secret Santa boxes for each other. I, unfortunately, picked the name of the man that I hate the most out of the entire office. My BOSS! What’s more, we have to make something that shows the positive traits of the person (a collage, poem, song, etc.). I have been having trouble coming up with any positive traits. NONE AT ALL! Why me? Here are traits I can think of: Jerk Mean Smart Underpaying
Only one of these is positive! Why? Hmph.
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A car A tree A light Some stars The moon water rippling in the river I hear the wind the street a sneeze inside people talking I smell rain and leaves and flowers blooming
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The Mission Chronicles The Jungle Plot: Chapter 1: The Video E.P.F. Commander Earl Holde had been sitting in his office when lieutenant Violet Monto burst through the door. “Wallace says there is a call coming from our new recruit, Sam Starstreak in Brazil. Here’s the Epad drive for the message,” Violet said, handing him the drive. Earl plugged the drive into the portal on the Epad and a video appeared on its screen.
“Commander, I have spotted a Black Widow hideout near a river. I shall wait until you arrive to investigate. Please come quickly, they could be breaking various laws. This very second. Over and out.”
Earl dialed up Wallace on his headset. “Wallace, get an E-12 hovercraft with full supplies, and my gun. The glove E-12, do you read me?” “Loud and clear. I’ll see you at the port. Over and out.” A minute later, he climbed into the cockpit of the hovercraft, booted up the controls, and took off. 57
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was young. Small and quiet. But I had to learn to live. In a way, it was too soon. But it also gave me a base for life. I was not just six months of age when my parents died. Some say they died of sickness. Others say they worked themselves to death. But I think none of these things are true. They were murdered. All I remember to this day was the scream of my mother as I crawled to safety. I was placed in an orphanage. I hated it. Bad food, bad beds, not comfortable. I hated it. So, I did what anyone would do. I ran away. Yes, at age three. I was sick of being called short or small and untalkative. So I ran away. Far away.
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SPEED: As fast as a squirrel NAME: Woncker FAVORITE FOOD: butter WEAPON: wooden pole and teeth FRIENDS: Flying blobs HOUSE: wooden box HATES: witchcraft
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The End of Life
oom! A zombie’s head fell off. I was with my friend shooting zombies. “Hey, what day is it?” I said. “December 21.” “Oh no. The world will end.” A zombie came closer. BOOM! I hit him quickly and reloaded. A zombie grabbed my shotgun and another one grabbed my friends and snapped them on its teeth and swallowed. A man with a sword cut them off. Then a small man with a big brain in a huge robot came over and made more strong zombies. “Hello,” I said in a shaky voice. “I’m David and my friend is Jared.” “No Jared!” “Yes,” Jared said. “What are you doing?” Jared sacrificed himself to the zombies, then transformed into a zombie. The giant robot grabbed me and chucked me. The man with a sword then killed many zombies. I was too sad to fight. Then the man inside the robot grabbed and ate me, and I transformed into a zombie. My skin color changed to dark green. I had many 60
bumps on me, and my teeth were rotten colors, like brown and yellow. I could feel my brain getting smaller. I still had some, but I could only remember today. Then more men with swords and guns came shooting down the zombies. A dancing man turned into a zombie, then a football, and then a skateboarder. The man inside the robot made the zombies stronger. The dancing zombie grabbed people, danced with them, then made their moves. The football zombies threw them around, playing football with them, as zombies and the skateboarders went up ramps, slammed the humans down, and turned them into zombies. There was one old man with elemental power. Zombies crowded him, and then they flew away. More will come next year. And that is why people think it is the end of the world once a year. Sometimes it takes longer.
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Mushroom End
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ix years ago. If you found this, that is what you need to know. I’m 21-years-old writing this. The year now is 1338. It was 1332 when it happened. I really hope someone finds this journal, because if they do then everyone isn’t dead. Also, please bury my skellington if it’s not already infected. Well, anyways, on with the story. Oh, and at the end there is something I wish for you to do. Good luck.
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looked outside at the dark night. I hadn’t been sleeping all night. Out the window I could just see them, a deadly wave of fungi, like an army slowly moving across the town. But soldiers couldn’t destroy this force. My mom and brother had already caught the deadly plague. My dad was about to lead a force of eight to the royal kingdom. They hadn’t gotten news, probably because the kingdom died. All but one had died. Each day, the mushrooms moved closer. After hours, awake in bed, I finally fell asleep. I woke up to my sister yelling to me. “Wake up, Henry! We have to go to work early, because dad left.” “Coming,” I yelled back.
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We worked at a mill and granary making food for the village. We used to work from 9:00 – 3:00 at the most, and it would earn us almost a decent living along with my dad’s income. But now that dad was also almost dead, it was just us, so we had to work from 6:00 in the morning until 5:00 at night. As we walked to the mill, we saw four priests, heads down, with crosses on their shirts. They carried a coffin and were followed by a trumpet player playing taps. “Something must be done about that plague,” said my sister. “If only we could work our way to the kingdom,” I said. “Well, there’s nothing we personally can do about it.” “We could try,” I said. “In fact, I figured out a way to go. No one has tried yet. Think about it. If we saved the town we could become legends. We’d never have to step foot in the mill for the rest of our lives.” “Yeah, we won’t step anywhere when we’re six feet under ground in a coffin,” my sister said. “What about the catacombs?” “You must be kidding,” said my sister. “That place hasn’t been used for over fifty years. The ceiling could cave in any day, and some rumors speak of strange monsters that nest down there.” “Maybe, but it’s worth a shot. I mean, if we fail we can say we died for a good cause.” I was pretty sure I couldn’t convince my sister, and I knew she couldn’t stop me. But I knew she was right about one thing. I was completely unarmed. But I knew exactly how to change that.
Stay tuned for Chapter 2.
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ou may have heard about someone talking about geocaching. Geocaching is a global treasure hunt. Geocaches are hidden all over the globe in various spots. For example, a geocache may be hidden under a park bench in a magnetic key hider; these caches are hidden by people everywhere. To participate, you may need a GPS or a smart phone that has a GPS. If your phone is by apple and you are using the apple OS, you might find a geocaching app in the app store. Normally there are multiple things that show up for your search results. The top two results are one for free and another for $26.99. First, get the one for Free, and then use the paid version if you decide that geocaching is something that you enjoy. If you have an android phone, do the same things in the Android app store. When you find a good day to go geocaching, go into the app or the website (www.geocaching.com) and type your ZIP code or your address. The site will automatically find caches near you. The app will do this, too. The website will not guide you, but will only give you coordinates for the location of the cache. For military reasons, the coordinates are not exact. Some geocaches contain treasure, or SWAG [Stuff We All Get]. It is unethical to take SWAG if you do not bring something of equal of greater value to leave in its place.
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Chart your find at www.geocaching.com (you will need an account), which is super easy. After you have replaced the cache you can go home and plan for your next day of geocaching.
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young boy sprinted out of the butcher shop. He wore a small hat and tattered clothes. As he ran by, if you looked closely, you might be able to see a small tattoo inked into the boy’s wrist. And maybe, just maybe, you could see the numbers that would forever be implanted in his wrist: MI6. Yes, this boy worked for the British Intelligence Agency, but it would be foolish to call him a boy. A more realistic term would be “weapon.”
Chapter One James Bond was the son of Reynold Bond, a factory worker in Liverpool. Reynold worked hard to support his infant son. Although the single parent took every shift he could, James and his father remained poor.
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