Root Word - Mort (Death)
Morbid, Immortal, Voldemort, Mortified, Immortalized.
There was a very morbid story. There was this guy named Voldemort, that was immortal,but he fought against the murderer. Then he ripped his guts out of his chest. Then he stuck his hand down his throat and pulled out his vocal chord. Then he ate the other guys vocal chord,and sounded like him. Then he drank his blood and said it tasted good. After that I mortified a classmate by pulling his pants down in the hallway. He got immortalized in fame and was being called "Underwear Boy".
Thursday, December 17, 2015
By Danny Royds:
It was a stormy, gloomy night when I found out that my Grandmother died. I was devastated, didn’t think it was real. But I knew it was. My Grandmother's name was Judy. She was the type of grandmother that would make me hot chocolate when I came to her house, Babysit me when my parents were away, and was like my second mother. Then before I knew it, she was dead in a jar of ashes on top of the fireplace at my house. I owned a hotel a couple minutes away from my house. Everyday I would go and run the hotel by myself. It wasn’t a major hotel, it had 5 stories and 20 rooms. Every morning I felt like I was going insane. It was December 18, near Christmas. At the hotel there were families talking about Christmas and they're all excited, when my only person to celebrate Christmas with was my Grandmother, but she’s dead. I knew I was insane and I accepted it but nobody else knew.
I felt so sad that I went out the front door of the hotel, started up the car and drove off. It took a long time I parked in the driveway and went inside. I got the ashes and brought them back to the hotel. I felt a little bit better and happy but I still felt weird. Everyday I fed the customers bacon and pancakes. “I got an idea.”, “ How about I make Bacon and eggs but, I put a secret ingredient in it.” I said. The next morning I went to the hotel and make the eggs, and then to finish it off with a sprinkle of the secret ingredient. I felt better because the customers actually liked the eggs, I think. But at night I started to go even more insane. I decided to go back to the hotel to see if I could get some sleep, but it didn’t work. I suddenly got the idea to do something but I didn’t want to but it was like my mind was controlling me. I walked up the worn stairs with my lantern and slowly open the first unlocked door. The door was making loud noises when I opened it, I saw a man in his bed and I got closer. Then the man opened his eyes. “Hey, what are doing in here”,
“Ummm I just came to uh inform that there are going to be eggs in the morning” I said hesitantly, scratching my head as I said it.
“ Okay, now let my sleep you old man, get out of here!” I slowly walked out infuriated and right when the door was about to shut, I rushed in with my pocket knife and stabbed him in the neck.Blood spilling on the floor, i got out of there so i don’t throw up.
I hid the bloody knife in my pocket and went back down the stairs to the front desk, I felt horrible.. I eventually fell asleep only have a nightmare about knives and blood and bodies. I woke up at 3 in the morning sweating in fear because of that dream. I waited out the morning feeling out of place. I served the customers my eggs with the secret ingredient and as usual they were having a joyful time, but I wasn’t. To get some fresh air I went on the roof of the hotel and stood on the edge, I said “This is it , this is how my life is going to unfold.”
“We Yo We Yo We Yo” went the sirens, people gathering around the scene, in the center was a dead body bleeding on the floor, it was a creepy sight. Looking at the yellow caution tape, people knew that it was the hotel owner.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
By : Danny Royds
Tired, bored, and snug are the 3 thoughts I was going through. I skittered up out of my bed and put my uniform on. I went downstairs to the scent of delicious bacon and eggs that my mom was making. I slid into the kitchen with socks on and grabbed the first plate. Then, I sat at the kitchen table and ate every single bite that was on the plate. It was so good, the eggs had melted cheese with pepper and salt and the bacon was so delicious. By the time I put my plate out to the kitchen counter, it was time to go. I grabbed my green underarmour drawstring bag, cleats, shin guards, water, and a soccer ball.
I rode my bike to the green, fresh soccer field and met my team there. The soccer field freshly cut. I locked my bike up to the pole and got my cleats and shin guards on. I went out onto the field. Right when I thought that I was going to actually play soccer we had to run laps, a lot of laps. After the dreadful laps we took a water break. “Ahhh”, “ so refreshing” I said in a relieved voice. We went into our passing groups like we always do and it got really annoying because it’s way too simple. Then the shooting drills came which are my favorite part.
I thought to myself, “I need to show my coaches that I’m good enough to move up to the higher team”. Then we started the drill. I was towards the front of the line. After some others, I was up, Coach rolled the ball. It was a bouncy so I tried to volley it. After a while it was my turn again. For the next try I went up to the line and coach rolled the ball close to the goalie for some reason. I ran up and the goalkeeper was rushing at the ball. We got to a couple feet apart and I went for the kick but the goalie slid to block the kick a clipped me. I went up in the air crashing down. I landed and felt pain everywhere in body and then I looked down. My ankle was twisted around like a piece of bait on a fish hook.
I screamed in pain as coach lifted me to the bench. We got ice and everybody surrounded me with questions that were too much I couldn’t keep up with them. I was laying there in so much pain I could barely breath. My coach whipped out his cell phone and dialed the three numbers, 9,1,1.In a matter of minutes I then heard sirens coming to the fields and before I knew it is was in the hospital with lots of IV’s hooked up to me. The nurse came in and said that I broke my ankle, and my arm and was going to have a full arm cast for 2 whole months! I put that into my mind knowing that I was going to miss the whole soccer season. I was upset but I knew that there was nothing that I could do about it. I heard my mom come into the room and she looked really nervous and she bombarded me with questions. After a little while of answering a million questions, we were in the car driving home.By time we get home my arm doesn’t hurt as bad but my ankle still does. I sit on the couch and my mom makes me some Italian Wedding soup. I tell her that I will be missing the soccer season and she is upset but not as much as me. Now it doesn’t even matter if I get moved up because I won’t get to play anymore. After I eat my Italian Wedding soup, I go to room and eventually fall asleep. I then wake up and it’s Saturday morning and there is a soccer game for my team. I eat breakfast really fast and me and my Mom get packed up in the car. We go over to the soccer field and I see my team. My mom grabs my chair and we head over to the sideline. Then the game started and the action starts right away. After a few minutes of kicking it back and forth, my team score and I cheer really loudly. Everybody’s cheering and I am too. Thrilled with excitement, It is now all tied up and we have one last chance to win the game. The ball gets put into play and Alex goes sprinting down the wing with the ball and crosses it in the center. Then Matt jumps up and heads the ball in. It then get’s to the end of the game and we win 2 - 1, my team and I, and all of our fans are so proud. I now learned to never give up pride.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Tired, bored, and snug are the 3 thoughts I was going through. I skittered up out of my bed and put my uniform on, went downstairs to the scent of delicious bacon and eggs that my mom was making. I slid into the kitchen with socks on and grabbed the first plate. Then, I sat at the kitchen table and ate every single bite that was on the plate. By the time I put my plate out to the kitchen counter, it was time to go. I grabbed my green underarmour drawstring bag, cleats, shin guards, water, and a soccer ball.