BEST WARRIOR
I am fighting with my sword to get our victory.
With its sharp touch so shiny.
I will fight.
Will I kill?
I am running in the daytime, in the mucky grass.
It’s a sunny day; I’m not having fun.
Everyone’s counting on us, on me.
We will kill; it is true.
I think in my head everyone’s counting on you!
I run forward I kill them then they kill me.
I am the best fighter
Will we have victory?
I am a katar dagger.
Made to kill.
Here I am now, making my debut.
My owner picks me up.
I see the other army charge at me.
Arrows fly through the air.
People charge at each other.
War cries are shouted.
My owner charges at the opposing army.
I feel proud as my owner brandishes me for the first time.
Bang! Crash! Boom!
I feel myself plunge into someone. Blood rushes down me.
I am a famous knight I am the one going to Kashgar
I am taking my possessions including the one I won as a prize for defeating our greatest enemy it is a statue of a horse
I am the only European in our days to go
I am dying now out of lack of food I will have to trade my possessions for food
I am a merchant some man has traded me an item
I will keep it in Kashgar forever
The item is a statue of a horse
I am a war the guns the swords, the bow and arrows, the cannons, the spears, the shields, and the screaming
I bury the possessions of every one
I put on my helmet
get ready for battle.
I say to myself
put up a fight.
I fight for Persia.
I got ready to die
or be a hero.
My family will cry
at a funeral or cry
in delight.
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I am a golden bracelet shiny and smooth on the inside,
I am a golden bracelet bumpy and tough on the outside
I am decorated with stones and beads
I have strate lines that weave
I have patterns that make a loop
I have braids weaving in and out in never ending lines across my side
My flowers have petals that have clear quartz
There are also gold balls that look like warts
They are decorating my designs
They make me perfect and unique in the market of Kashgar
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I’m a hunk of copper,
About to be melted into
A new shape,
I’m so excited that I
Think I’m going to melt
Before I’m put into the fire.
I think I’m next in the heap,
I hold my breath,
For I know that the blacksmith
Is reaching for me.
When I touch the fire,
I feel soft tingly warmth,
That makes me let my breath out.
At long last,
I get pulled out of the fire,
Shining, bright, and new.
I use my hot senses to relize what I am.
I smile in my heart for now I know that
I’m a spice box,
And I’m proud of it.
The man with the turban,
Selling something
It was special
But I didn’t know what it was
I handed the man a jade statue,
My most valuable possession
He slowly moved his shaking hand towards me,
Giving me the mysterious object
As soon as I touched it,
I felt like it belonged to me
I held it to my lips,
For it looked like a horn
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Inspired by
Harris Burdick
One day in Dalton Massachusetts the strangest event occurred. There was a man named Brian Westbrook. He was in the military. he was off duty that month. That’s when they came. It was at night, he heard a buzzing sound, then a CRASH! He jumped out of bed and got his gun. He walked to the door with his gun loaded. He heard the bells on his porch ring. He turned over a card table and hid behind it. His hart was beting.rrrrrr. He’d swear he saw the doorknob turn. They busted in, the door shattered, Aliens they fired. They fired everywhere. He returned fire. He killed two before they notest him. He ran up stairs to his room, hiding behind his bed. Before the Alien busted in the room he got a grenade. When they came in he throw the grenade. There was a huge explosion. Brian murmured “ that’s gona wake the neighbors”
Royal Caribbean’s biggest cruise ship ever, Margra, was passing by Venice. She was all white with six blue and grey dolphins. She had fifteen swimming pools, twenty gyms, ten movie theaters, four waterslides, twenty-three restaurants, 14 casinos, 15 game rooms, 3,000,500 suites and 25 lounges. She was carrying her full load, 31,000 people, 400 crew and 115 police. She had four huge engines and a lot of endurance.
A gang of evil people wanted her to crash into Venice. They had a grudge against Royal Caribbean because they were very picky eaters and the cooks in Margra accidentally burned some maple syrup for their french toast. They were George W. Bush, Careet “Carrot” Baldman, Rudy Giuliani and Alexander Backsnout. Their prisoners were Barrack Obama and Hilary Clinton. George was exiled out of America for being such a bad president and Alexander is Albert Einstein’s great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson. He thought up the “plan”.
Inspired by Harris Burdick
It was a strange day in September. The breeze was a spring breeze, except at one place it was icy. Only one tree has no leaves and that place was outside a bedroom that was on the third floor of (what looked like) a regular house. The bedroom had birds on the wallpaper. There was a bunk bed that had frogs on it’s bed covers. The carpet was red and had green and pink lily pads on it. The curtains were made of a glossy pink fabric. It was a rainy day, like spring rain, except snow fell near that bedroom. All of the kids were happy about this strange happening, except Lilac and Rose. Lilac and Rose were in that bedroom, sitting, waiting for this curse to go so that they could get some fresh air and find their parents. Their parents had not come back home in a long time, they had said that they were just going to the grocery store for a few minutes, it turned out that they hadn’t come back and it had already been an hour. Lilac and Rose looked longingly out at the kids that were enjoying themselves, it was soooooooo not fair. No other kids felt the way that Lilac and Rose felt, all happy loving this spell.