02/15/2018 - 08:24

if all social media cesed to work and funtion i believe it would have a neagative affect on many thing like directly after the event people would be scambling to find different ways to fix the problem. but most importantly how to comunicate with other people since no one would know what is going on this would most likly cause a mass panic throuout the nation and possibly the goverment as well since many officals use social media to montier different things along with giving out important information to the nation as a whole. but you would also have some people leave their homes trying to figure out whats going on since some individles tend to stay inside use social media. however most likly someone would find something or someone to blame.

02/15/2018 - 08:24

" How am I supose to check on my facebook page mom?" I yelled.

" I think you can live without it for a little bit, don't you think." she responded in a calm voice.

" well what am I supose to do in the meantime." 

"well we could go to the beach," mom said, " it's the perfect day for a swim."

" well I guess." I mumbled.

once we got to the beach mom made me put my phone in a container so I couldn't check it evert two seconds. it actually wasn't horrible we went in to water with the boogie boards and " rode a wave" and made a huge sand castle, a little to close to the water and it got destroyed. We laugh. A lot.then we had a picnic with my favorite. Balony sandwhiches. it was the best thing ever.

02/15/2018 - 08:24

"Turn around," a raspy voice whispers. I stand in the middle of my kitchen, my heart beating a million beats per. I feel the cool plastic of the phone slide out of my sweaty palms before the voice comes again, "turn around," the lights flicker, on, off, on, off. I clench my fists then slowly begin to turn around. 

I can't see anything, for the lights have been turned out, but I can hear grunts coming from infront of me. I gulp in air and begin to back away. If I could just get to the lights, I think to myself. As I move back I can feel whatever is front of me move forward. 

02/15/2018 - 08:23

I am the one who doubts what they do

Is never confident enough

Tries to fit in

Gives up

Sees no hope


Walks the halls wondering what people think of her

Asks herself

“Why do i act like this?” or “Why do i look like this?’


I am the one who receives compliments

But i see them as empty and meaningless

Just a thing to make me feel better and not the truth


But i am also the one who loves herself just enough

Has just enough confidence

Doesn't care about fitting in

Because she knows that fitting in isn't everything

Tries her hardest

And sees hope in everything


I am the one who is me


02/15/2018 - 08:22

If all social media shut down I think people would just freak out or the saying “All hell breaks loose”. That’s what the United States would look like if it shut down. It would probably be the same in other countries too, everyone would freak out and wouldn’t know what to do. Everyone in this society now is all about social media and that’s how they function. I’m also speaking for myself, I’m not saying i’m never on my phone and everyone else is. I’m one of those people who’s on their phone all the time either texting friends on snapchat or on instagram or facebook and other days I could sit and watch netflix all day long, so having a phone can be so addicting. There's always a certain point when I can just put down my phone and not talk to anyone but 99% of the time I will be one snapchat texting my friends. Sometimes phones can create problems and sometimes they make you forget about whatever problems you might have by using different apps. Anyway if all of this social media broke down I think people would just freak out and not know what to do. If people didn’t freak out then it would definitely be a good thing but because people could actually get outside and be active or hang out with their friends without their phones. If people freak out and can’t “keep their cool” without their phones then it wouldn’t be a good thing anymore because people wouldn’t be able to function and “All hell would break loose.” I don’t think anyone would want that to happen because it would just add to the problems that we already have in the United States.

02/15/2018 - 08:19

On a warm winter day in december in Vermont. It was raining cats and goats. Inside the lovely tree dome where there is a goose named Frank and a pig named Karitiona. Neither of them were the sharpest chicken in the toaster. Holy lamp there is a wet frog in our driveway. But they don't have a driveway because they live in a dome hardy har har. One day they jumped of the Grand Lantern and landed in the green sea the sea was as cold as a ice cube under a heat lamp. They got out of the cold water and then they see something a albino fish, a jumping chicken nugget or maybe a black cat? They walked over there and the weird thing was crying all you have to think in you head is some people just need a high 6. We walked away. The goose started wheezing on the roof in the tree dome. He fell of the roof and fell asleep and woke up 1000 seconds later and then he passed out.


                    -The end


02/15/2018 - 08:18

So yesterday was Valentine's Day and when I went home, I got settled in and watched the news. There had been another school shooting. This time it was in Parkland, Florida. This is the 18th school shooting. THIS YEAR. There have already been 18 school shootings. Why are people doing this? This most recent one, the shooter had gotten expelled from the same school he went after. Just last year. What is happening to America. In total, not only including schools, there have already been 30 MASS SHOOTINGS. 30. What is going on? It’s only February. Why?

02/15/2018 - 08:15

The chicken with the big head was watching me like I was tiger stocking an elk. It said and I quote “you smell like you were in a seed bath.”  

“You smell like you just ate a piece of paper,” I say “and you look like you have rabies.”

That’s when the mongoose jumped out of the bush and started to chase the chicken like an ostrich chasing a dogey.

“Nard,” says the mongoose “Ima get chu.”

“No you’re not,” says the chicken “for I have a lime in the coconut and I will drink it all up. This will give me super powers and I will turn into Super Chicken Mongomery Mcdonald Mcdue the third!" The the chicken grabs the mongoose and flies away.


02/15/2018 - 08:13

I imagine the writing will charm

though some to be sure will alarm.

Let your thoughts run free

twisting thoughts delightfully.


02/15/2018 - 08:12

“Turn around,” the voice said.

“What?” I responded with some fear.

“Turn around!” The voice said, getting angry. I slowly started to turn and then I remembered how every scary movie happens like this so I made a dash. I ran like I have never ran before. I could hear the pounding of foot steps right behind me. All he was saying was “ Turn around! Turn around! Just turn around.” I would not fall for this I thought to myself. I came to a little road and because it was the country there would for sure be no cars.

“Stop now,” the voice said. Running out of breath I thought to myself that I lost him until the tall, dark, scary voice made me shiver. I kept running, almost out of breath. I went into a town with no one in it. Thinking that I lost him I hid in the farthest house away so I could hear if he was coming. YYYYYYEEEEEEERRRRR as the door closed. KNOK as the door locked. I was worried I was too loud. It brought relief if he got in I could hear him. I was quiet. I slowly walked backwards and it then I heard it right behind me.



02/15/2018 - 08:12

Ring! Ring! My phone was ringing. We weren’t supposed to get up out of our hiding place in the purge, but if someone was calling me because they needed help, I needed to be there. I walked over to the phone slowly and carefully so no one could sense a movement. I picked up the phone but it was the dial tone. I walked back to my hiding place, slow as a sloth. Ring! Ring! I heard it again. I had a feeling someone was trying to scare me.

“Two can play that game,” I said to myself quietly. I tiptoed over to the phone and I picked it up this time slowly making sure it was really someone there. I put the phone to my ear and I could hear slow but loud breathing. I know this is a prank, it had to be, “Welcome to McDonald’s, how may I help you?” I said joyfully.

“I know you aren’t McDonald’s, turn around and you'll find out how I know,” a deep voice said. I quickly turned around and I saw no one at first. Then, someone slowly walked out.

“AHHHH!” I started to run.

02/15/2018 - 08:10

Dear Mr. Trump,

Do not go to war. At all. War is stupid. I know that's how grown adults handle things: if we want something, we blow each other up. But don't. No war. We are all on the same rock.




02/07/2018 - 14:04

When I was eight years old, I got my first fishing rod and reel. Since my birthday was in September, and fishing season was essentially over, I had to wait through fall and winter before I got a chance to try it out. For real. 

On opening day, my mom fixed my brothers and I egg salad sandwiches and carrot sticks and, the treat, an individually wrapped Hostess cupcake. She drove us down to the lake and let us loose and said to call when we'd had enough. Since it was a small town and everyone knew us, it was never hard to knock on someone's door and ask to use a phone. Yes, no cell phones back then.

I remember that it was unusually warm, that there were bugs out, and that I was spending most of my time trying to unravel my rod from the tree branches near the edge of the lake. I don't remember, but can imagine, that my brothers didn't have a lot of patience for that and left me be while they, successfully, pulled several trout out of the lake.

At lunch time we sat on an open rock in the sunshine and enjoyed our food, particularly the cup cake, and then talked about where we would go next. We decided to walk along the shore, through the woods, to a small stream that spilled out into the east side of the lake and when we got there we found several other fishermen. My brothers dispersed and I, well, I launched my lure into the trees.

I was, at this point, getting pretty frustrated and a kindly man, decked out in a fishing hat and vest and a nice looking fancy fishing rod came over to me as I was sitting, on an old log, trying to untangle the line. 

He suggested that I just cut the line and save the lure. He then helped me rethread the line through the eyelits and he put on the end a hook. He then told me to look away.

"I've got some magic bait here and I don't want you to see what I'm using," he said, with a smile. By this time, my brothers, ever protective, had returned and then told me to look away. 

"I'll go ahead and cast it for you," the man said, and when he was done, he told me to turn around. He handed me the rod. "Now I bet you'll have a fish on there in no time."

And I did.

In a matter of seconds. I still remember the sense of my heart leaping into my throat, the excitement as he guided me on how to pull the fish in, "keep the line taut, that's it, that's it" and I walked along the shore a bit, down to a flat part by the stream and a rock and by then the fish was close. It was big. At least to me.

And the man handed me a net and I reached in the water real close and pulled out my fish, my first ever fish, and I was beaming as I looked at my brothers and the man who said, "I told you my bait was magic," he said, "but I've never seen anyone catch one as fast as you did!"

From then on I was, well, hooked on fishing. 

And it was many years later that my brothers told me what the real magic of the bait was -- a fish he had just caught and put on my line. 

I still thank him for it in my mind, though to this day I have no idea who he was. He was a stranger.