Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Mr. Plumbottom turns sixty


Years passed. Soon Mr. Plumbottom turned sixty. Mr. Plumbottom looked out the window of the ship. He recognized Denis out in his canoe. He was fifteen or sixteen now. Mr. Plumbottom ran out on deck to meet him. He thought it would be nice if Denis could be here on his birthday. They had a conversation about how Denis was so excited to get a new dolphin. Soon Mr. Plumbottom was called in for his birthday apple pie. Denis came too. Mr. Plumbottom realized that even eighty- four, like his mom, was not so bad.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Junkyard Frenzy


Junkyard Frenzy
This is a true story about when I visited the junkyard in Bloomington. So, one morning, my dad, his friend Mike and I went to a junkyard in Bloomington. It took us about an hour and a half since we live in Indianapolis. When we got there, there was junk everywhere. We saw cranes. I got a load of stuff, so my dad helped me carry it.  I did not use my own money. My dad bought my stuff for me. My favorite things I got were a little green tank, a gear, a saw blade, and a piece of stamped sheet metal. And when I say my favorite stuff, I mean my favorite. I had much more stuff. That was just my favorite stuff. Mike got two surprisingly big chunks of aluminum and some cast iron benches. My dad got metal springs and some were yellow and some were blue and one was orange.  It was twenty-five cents a pound. All of me and my dad’s things put together were fifteen dollars. I think I heard Mike say his stuff was forty-five dollars! A few days later, my mom and I did some math on that and it was 180 pounds! He carried it all at once. I found real treasure the day of the Junkyard Frenzy.

Monday, May 7, 2012

A LINKTON SECRET


This is a story I've been working on for a week.  I like to make stories because then I get to make up different characters and their ages.  I tried to be specific and make lots of details like a real author, although I'm not going to be a writer when I grow up.  I am going to be a witch.  

A LINKTON SECRET
About two years ago, in a little gray house by a quiet stream, there lived four children: Nigel, nineteen years old, Elizabeth, thirteen years old, Jeffrey, five years old, and their three year old brother Ian.  They set off for an adventure because their fairy friend Jennifer had an important task for them to complete. 

There were three things Elizabeth had to do before she could be whisked to the secret palace underground.  #1:Brush her teeth. #2:Wash her clothes. #3:Wash the dishes. She had to do these things all in a row and in order, so she did.
The three things Nigel had to do were #1:Eat fruit. #2:Make his bed. #3:Spill milk on the floor and then clean it up. The younger children were free to get to the palace. Seven and up had to do these chores. Elizabeth’s chores were the girls’ chores and Nigel’s were the boys’. It was a lot like paying money.
There was a flash of light and they realized they were being whisked to the Linkton Palace.  The next thing they knew they were standing outside of the beautiful palace made out of pure gold. 

Fortunately, Nigel had his magic key with him because the door was locked.  As soon as they got inside, they walked down the long, bronze corridors with the satin couches and chairs and beds.  They entered the potion room.  There was the wizard making potions.  They had come to the potions room because they wanted to ask the wizard what the task was.  Jennifer, the fairy, had disappeared before they could ask her what the task was.  (She was very, very busy because she was talking to her mother on the phone.) 

The wizard replied, “You have to find the silver cup that is lost in the palace gardens.  We need it because it has pure magic in it.  If we don’t have it, the really old four hundred year old fairy will die.  She is queen and we have nobody to take her place.  You have to be really ugly in order to be the queen and no young girl in this palace is really ugly.  The cup got lost when Jennifer was drinking from it.  (All of the other cups were in the dishwasher because there was a big party the night before.  The silver cup was the only one left in the cabinet and Jennifer was very, very thirsty.)  She was walking out in the palace gardens and she was also using a watering can to water plants.  When her friend, John, came out, he surprised her so much that she dropped the cup and she ran inside.  An ugly witch told us that a squirrel buried the cup when Jennifer went inside and she will not tell us where to find it because she is bad and mean and she does not want us to find it.  Come on.  I will show you the way.  The ugly witch told us that it could only be found by humans.  We picked you because you are our only human friends.” 

“We’ll have to split up,” said Nigel.  “You know that the mean palace ghosts in the gardens kill three year olds.  Elizabeth, you stay inside with Ian. Jeffrey, you come with me and we can look for the cup.” 

The palace gardens were full of ghosts and Jeffrey and Nigel had to do a huge race and finish first before the ghosts let them into the palace garden.  The ghosts wanted to go inside and kill Ian, but they remembered the rule they made themselves that said they could only kill three year olds if they came into the palace gardens. (Fortunately, they had never killed any three-year- olds because three-year-olds never came into the palace gardens.)                  

Finally, after about eight hours, when they were very, very tired, and it was past even Nigel’s bedtime, Jeffrey and Nigel had found the cup.  Elizabeth and Ian were sleeping in some of the satin beds.  The wizard allowed them to.  But, they had forgotten how to get back home! Just then, Jennifer appeared in the misty gray night sky. “Say ‘Oinka’,” she said. Then she vanished. Fairies are like that. They know when humans have a problem, even if they are not with the human when they are having the problem. So Nigel, Elizabeth, Jeffrey, and Ian all took a deep breath, closed their eyes, and said ‘Oinka’. In a flash, they were home and they climbed into bed.



Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Sugar Plum Princess


THE SUGAR PLUM PRINCESS
There once was a girl called Sanna Broccolichips. When she started her second grade class, all the kids laughed at her. “Sanna Banana! She eats broccoli chips! We eat potato chips!” Her best friend, the only one not making fun of her, was Clara, from the nutcracker. The sugar plum fairy had turned Sanna and Clara into sugar plum princesses.

The rats were back, and the one that died had not really died. The horrible creatures kicked so hard, they broke Clara’s leg!!! Now Sanna was alone with the rats. The rats drank spoiled milk and puked all over Mom’s new carpet.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Mr. Plumbottom and the bratty kids


Mr. Plumbottom was fine for three days after he turned fifty.   He finally decided enough is enough and fifty is not old. But his ear hurt.  He went to the doctor.  It turned out he did not have an infection.  It was just the bratty kids, who always played at the beach. Their names were Emily and Riley.  They were three -year -old twins, and Riley was older by three seconds.  They kicked and hit and bit and screamed.  It was so loud they hurt Mr. Plummbottom’s ears all the way from the beach to the pirate ship. 

Monday, April 16, 2012

SNOW WHITE


You know those stories about Snow White that say she died and came back alive?  Well, those are fake stories.  In real life, she fainted. 
Now she is twenty-five and the prince is twenty-three.  They have two baby daughters, Rosaline and Emily.  They live in the palace and have a cradle for the babies. 
THE REAL STORY
There once was a girl called Patricia.  Her mom called her Snow White because she was born when the snow was fluffy white.  When she was four, an evil witch invaded her house.  She was jealous of Patricia’s beauty, so she pretended to be a nice lady at the park and played volleyball with her.  The witch hit Patricia so hard on the head with the volleyball that she fainted for TEN YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her parents were so worried about her that they fainted too.  The witch left after 7 years because she thought they were all dead and that her work was done. When Patricia was fourteen, a boy named Aiden, about twelve years old, who was a prince fell in love with her because he thought she was really pretty while she was sleeping.  Aiden had some lemonade with him, and he poured it on her accidently, which woke her up.  Her parents woke up too when he poured lemonade on them on purpose.  They were so happy to see her, and she and Aiden were friends for years, and eventually got married.