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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

New year resolutions

Resolutions are a promise to do something new, to do something better. Note that solution is part of the word resolution.  Also take note that the add-on re sort of means new, as in a new solution. These are usually made on days considered to be fresh starts. The most common type of resolutions are New Years resolutions, since it is the beginning of the year and the end of the old. Other dates that usually have resolutions made on them are the first day of school, camp, summer, or your birthday.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Frost leapers

The wolf inched closer to the hawk. As it was pure white, with a tint of gray on its snout, it was not noticed and nearly invisible. Suddenly the wolf leapt out of cover. The hawk noticed the movement and took flight. The wolf leaped upward. A path of ice followed his feet, except that it disappeared a few seconds after touching his feet. He was a frost jumper, a wolf with supernatural powers over ice. This was his test. If he passed, he would become a frost leaper( the same thing, except with more control and more honor). If he failed, He would become a normal wolf. The stakes where impossibly high. A quick paw darted out. A high shriek pierced the air. Ice began to creep out of the wolfs paw. It froze the hawk, trapping its wings. The hawk fell to earth securely closed in the wolfs-Frozenflake was his name-jaws. "Good catch." Another, identical wolf padded up to Frozenflake. "Did I pass?" demanded Frozenflake. "Thats up to the elders to decide." Replied the other wolf, Snowleap. They slowly walked up a ridge into the camp- a huge network of underground tunnels. The wolves padded on until they reached three wolves sitting on a high ridge. "How did Frozenflake do?" one asked. Snowleap got right to the point. "He used his given powers in a way only a true Frost leaper would, covering the hawk in a sheet of ice once he touched it. He remained well hidden. He leaps high. But that was the only prey he could catch. The rest Frozenflake scared away. And he is not always well behaved." The three elders began to murmur. Finally, one stood up. "Frozenflake, go outside." He directed. Frozenflakes heart leaped. They only directed wolves to go outside if they where to become Frost  Leapers!


The wind ruffled Frozenflakes fur. The elders finally finished their chant. "From now on you will be known as Frozenleap."Frozenleaps heart soared. He was finally a Frost Leaper!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Aguments

There are arguments everywhere. What is the best way of teaching. How to make stuff from clay. What is a good book. These arguments make the world. No one ever agrees on something. Arguments decide which way is the law, which side will prevail. Each argument- silent or not- has a reason,plain or hidden, petty or not. These things shape the world. Each argument has a winner, a loser, and a judge. The judge might not know he is judging; she might be dead. Any way, the judge of the argument decides the outcome in something she says, or something he dos. Arguments shape the world.

Frost leapers-preview

The wolf inched closer to the hawk. As it was pure white, with a tint of gray on its snout, it was not noticed and nearly invisible. Suddenly the wolf leapt out of cover. The hawk noticed the movement and took flight. The wolf leaped upward. A path of ice followed his feet, except that it disappeared a few seconds after touching his feet. He was a frost jumper, a wolf with supernatural powers over ice. This was his test. If he passed, he would become a frost leaper. If he failed, He would become a normal wolf.    


Like this? Just a story starter. Pretend this is chapter 1 and make up chapter 2 for me. I will publish the rest of the story later. This is just a story starter and preview. More stories coming later!


Monday, December 16, 2013

Reflection of possibilities

Today we watched the final video in a series of videos by a guy named Kyle Lambert. The videos are drawings of famous things, like Toy Story 3, paintings about famous people, and models. There is a argument about whether the drawings are real- they are a bit too realistic.The side I take in this argument is the side of the believers. Kyle Lambert might be a fraud-but he designed something amazing ether way.Whether the drawings are real or not, Kyle Lambert has amazing skill. If he drew them- amazing skill. If he delated the pictures piece by piece and made the video show it backwards- amazing skill. This shows us the possibilities the internet opens for us. Drawing amazing pictures. Watching videos. Writing- and reading- stories. But most importantly, Kyle Lambert lives in the UK-United Kingdoms. We live in the USA-United States of America. We would not have been able to make contact with Kyle Lambert if not for the internet. This shows us the internets importance.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

freewrite

I said this blog would be about stories. And here I am, fulfilling my promise. I am a very bad storyteller, so don't be disappointed if you don't like this story. But I am going to tell you one anyway. So here it is.

                                       The Ruins of the Jungle


Deep in the Amazon, intertwined with the river, near the home of the bats, lies the Ruins of the home of the mystical race of the Jagur (pronounced Jay-gur). They were beings that had the arms, heads, tails, and could transform into jaguars. But one day........ true jaguars came. Well, not completely true jaguars. They had wings, and there strength could not be matched. The Jagurs quickly fell. But the imprint they had left on there home never faded. And that is where our story starts.



This part of the jungle where the Jagurs used to reside became known as the " Land sinkhole". 18 years after this nickname was established, a team of 6 explorers came. They had been sent to explore the land sinkhole and discover its secrets. Now, the world no longer believed in magic. Just a little reminder that will come important later. The team leader, Laura, established a few rules before they went. "First rule: Stay together." she announced."We might send someone to scout ahead, but the majority of the time we will be staying together. Second rule: don't waste supplies. And third rule: Always obey me." Then the doomed team plodded into the jungle.


As soon as they reached the home of the Jagurs, strange things started to happen. The team uncovered ruins of villages that seemed like home. There was a rule never to separate, as you know, but one man did. He ventured, alone, into the cave of the bats. They found him, feverish. He was moaning. As time went by, this man began to recover. But his skin took on a yellowish taint, his eyes becoming catlike slits, and his body grew spots. Soon, he became a Jagur. The same thing happened to everyone else on the team. This is the imprint the Jagurs left on there home. The Jagurs were once dead. Now they became alive again.

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