Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Root Word - mort (death)

mortal, immortal, immortality

Zeus's son Hercules was born without immortality. His father is immortal which means he can't die. Hercules was born mortal which means he can die unlike his father.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

My Plan In Life

My plan in life doesn't just benefit me, it benefits everyone I meet. A plan in life is something that I want to stick, and I want to stick with comedy. Hearing someone laugh at something I said makes me feel I accomplished what I was going to say. When ever hearing someone laugh means you gave them joy, what's better to give than that. So if I ever meant you, I want to make sure you look back on it as a funny experience.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Horror Story

Survival Of The Fittest
By: Carl Jubb

I don’t know how I got to here. All I remember was setting up camp with my group. Dwight, my brother, was setting an alarm of tin cans hung by rope to prevent any roamers getting in. What are roamers you might ask. Roamers are the dead that now walk our earth. Nobody knows why or how, but they do. So while my brother was setting the trap I was trying to get a fire going. I get the fire going and we all sit around. We all talked about our lives before the dead started roaming. Then we got into our tents to sleep for the night. The very last thing I remember was the alarm being set of and a large whack to the head. Then it all black. And now I’m here.
I can’t move move, my hands and feet are behind me tied together. I’m kneeling. My eyes are open but all I see is darkness. But I started to hear faded voices.
“Get this bag off my head!”
It was my brother.
“Dwight, Is that you?” I  shouted through the darkness, by now I knew it was sack over my head
“Bruce, thank god you’re a alive!” Dwight responds back.
After he replied I feel a hand grip the hand of the sack over my head. My vision went from black to white from the light sudden burst of light. I look to me left and right to see my people, the people from my group. Fear was in all of there eyes, I didn’t feel fear yet surprisingly. Then a rag is tied over my mouth so I can’t speak. I look around to see that everyone has a rag tied around their mouth. Everyone is muttering slurs through the cloth in there mouth. Now sitting in a circle of light surrounded by darkness I hear chuckling and laughter. One second later four men with rifles surround us. Than out from the darkness came a man.
The man was huge. He looked he could knock someone out with one punch. I look at his hand to he a blood stained crowbar. When I realized it wasn’t roamer blood I felt a strike of fear.
“Well, Well, Well, looky what we got here,” The fearing man announced, “I’m just going to lie to you by saying we mean you no harm. This probably doesn’t lighten your spirits, but do you really think I care.”
This man thinks he can harm my people, my group, my family! I now stare at him in a way to try to get him to back off, it won’t work but I atleast want him to know he isn’t filling me with fear.
“I’m going to introduce myself, I’m your worst nightmare, my name is Bates.”
“Which one of you is the leader?” He asked
I look over to Nick, our leader having a frightened look on his face. This isn’t normal, he is usually never frightened. He lets out a muffled “I am” and Bates directs one of the guards to get the rag out from Nick’s mouth. Then Nick starts shouting.
“Don’t you hurt any of my people!”
Bates then slams the crowbar into Nick’s face leaving an odd shaped crevice and and blood everywhere. Swing after swing and Nick’s face is devoured into chunks of skin, teeth, and brain. My hands were balled into a fist wanting to free my group from this psycho. Bates was covered with the blood of our former leader.
“I want you to know that I am your leader now,” Bates shouted. “You’re now going live on my order, my shelter, food, water, protection, Yes even protection.”
What is this idiot doing? He expects to fall in line behind after what he just did, What my whole group had to witness.
“You are now going to be lead through our facility, and just so you know this place was designed to keep roamers out.”
The men with rifles untie our feet and hold us up to walk. I look over to my brother Dwight to see his reaction to all this madness. Dwight then made a gesture towards the door. Is he implying that we run? I shake my head no, they would catch us really fast and who knows what they would do to us. When all of our feet were untied he called for four more men to join to make sure nothing happens. We are lead to a door and brought outside. The place was the most protected place I’ve seen since this whole thing of the dead roaming started. There were two tiers of gates with log holding them both up and watchtowers at every corner. We are lead through the place tied up with men with rifles surrounding us. This place at least two acres big, and there is about twenty buildings with walkways connecting each one. These people knew what they were doing.
Later, after the tour we are brought a building that I can’t beleive is still standing. Inside were beds with pillows and blankets, actual pillows and blankets. I don’t feel safe yet though because there is a riflemen at each exit. I haven’t seen those in a long time. I look around for Dwight to see him trying to comfort our group members. Our group isn’t really capable of seeing someone killed, I don’t think  anyone is. And after Nick they might never be able to handle a drop of blood again. I walk over to him to get his thoughts. I don’t really get my thoughts right now. This place is really protected, but there is a psycho running it. I walk over to him while he is finishing talking to George, one of our group members.
“Sooo…. What do you thinks of this place,” I ask Dwight.
“This place? This nuthouse, I can give it one thing, it is very secure, thankfully nothing is getting in and sadly nothing can get out,” Dwight replies. “But I can’t get by this Bates guy, he’s trouble.”
“I know,” I reply. “Hopefully the rest of the people here aren’t as crazy as him, after all there is still some normal people in this world.”
“We have to trust these people now, they have great protection that we shouldn’t pass out on.” Dwight implied.
I give a nod to him and walk away. I pick out the bed I might be having for awhile. I get to one and make myself comfortable until the door opens. A man with short hair, a t-shirts, and jeans walks in, at least this guy looks normal. He makes an announcement.
“If anyone of you have experience in being in situations outside the fences and know how to get out of situations alive please come and see me.”
I search the room for Dwight, with no surprise he was already making eye contact with me. We knew what this guy was talking about, he was talking about supply runs. A supply run is when a group go out to get supplies, pretty straight forward. Dwight and I approach them man to see if we were right.
“Umm.. were you calling people over here for supply runs, my brother and I were interested?” I ask hesitantly.
“Why yes I am, you to look like you know what you’re doing, I’ll pick you two up tomorrow for some training, sound good? he replied. “Oh, and my name is Oscar by the way.”
“Ok than see you tomorrow Oscar” Dwight replies.
We both exchanged some looks realizing that there is some people left in this world after all. As a get in my bed I think about how this place is really going to turn out.

2 Days Later…

“So how far is this place Oscar?” I ask
“Umm… According to the map about… two miles,” Oscar replies.
As we sit in the car we all try strategies our plan for this place. We are on are way to some military outpost. We are supposed to grab as much food, water, weapons, and ammunition as we can. We have enough room in this van to hold a reasonable amount.
“Alright, it should be at the next exit so be ready,” said Oscar.
We get to a large fenced area with a hangar looking building in the middle. We pull in and exit the van. Oscar hands Dwight and I a pair of pistols and tells us to stick together and scope out the area. While we were looking around we had to find a place to pull the van in. We get the door of the building. We position on each side of the door. I pound my fist three times on the door to see if any roamers would come running, not a sound. Dwight hold up finger for a count down. Three, two, one, I kick open the door. With weapon at the ready I take a look around. It was a pretty open area, it was a garage. In the center of the garage were two trucks that were bound to have good supplies in them. At the back of the place was a cat walk only accessible by three ladders, so if anything goes bad, knock on wood, that is where we go. We position ourselves to enter the loaded truck. I put my hand on the latch and look to Oscar and Dwight.
“At three I’m going to open it, be ready in case anything comes ou..” I was cut off by a couple thumps from inside the truck. There is a roamer or two in their.
“Well… now that we heard that be ready for a couple roamers,” I stated.
I put my hand on the latch again and put up a countdown. Three, two, one, I open it.
“ROAMERS!” I yelled.
There were hundreds of them stampeding out from the truck. Then the latch from the other truck was opened. It was a trap. We run to the back where the catwalk was. Oscar turns around to fire at a couple and then we all climb up the ladder. When we made to the top we tried to come up with a plan.
“It was a trap! the other one opened by a trip from the other one!” yelled Dwight.
“We need some type of distraction to lead the roamer o..”
Then all of a sudden Crash the catwalk panel beneath snapped. I grab on for dear life then Oscar runs over to grab me.
“Dear god please help!” I yell.
Then Oscar looked at me very odd looking. He had a devious grin on his face. I figured it out in no time at all. I was the distraction.
“NO, PLEASE, NO!” I yell.

Then he let go. I fall to the ground with a thump. Roamers surround me and turn me inside out. It was the most excruciating pain I ever felt in my life, and it will be last. I look to see Dwight with tears in his eyes, but the last thing I hear is gunfire. Then Oscar hit the ground.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

1st Narrative of the Year

The Plan


The plane ride was rough but I handled it. A little ankle biter kicking my seat, a couple in front of me arguing about god knows what, and some random guy sleeping on me snoring louder than a bear. It was torture, but it was worth it. I made it to beautiful paradise with my family and closest friends by my side. Nothing could go wrong, hopefully.
We walk into the grand entrance to our hotel with Andrew, my close friend by my side. We stroll in dragging twenty pounds of clothes behind us. Behind the desk was a short woman with bright long hair.
“Reservations for the Logano's,” my father asked the woman over the tiki themed counter.
“Ah yes we have you at room 807 on the 8th floor,” the woman answered.
When the brief discussion was over I gestured a small wave to Andrew and we carry on to the elevator.
The room was beautiful with leather couches, soft white rugs, a balcony facing the ocean, really just anything you can think of. I walk into my room which I thankfully don’t have to share with my sister. It was so amazing, with a flat screen, and a mini fridge. I never want to go home. I pull out my phone and I send Andrew a text, “This room is SWEET!” he answered back “I’m in the elevator now, I can’t wait to see mine. So Tim, Noah, and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with us tonight.” My eyes lit up, “Sounds great where at?” I waited for a response hoping that he would reply quickly. “At the park 3 blocks from here.”
So now it looks like I have plans tonight. So all I do now is wait patiently for the text on when to go. I lay on the comfy bed in my room watching Impractical Jokers on the TV. Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. I didn’t feel like getting up so I yelled “come in!” The door flew open. It was my sister Alison. She flung the door open.
“Mom want’s to see you” she said pristine as ever.
“I'll be out in a minute let me..” she cut me off,
“NOW!” she is so annoying. That made me get up and walk to the doorway. I stand there looking her dead in the eye. It looks like I was gonna make the first move. I put my finger in my mouth and give her a wet willy. She screamed, so I ran to find my parents. When I got to my parents they gestured me to sit at the little table standing in the middle of the room. When I sit we discuss.
“So, Tony tonight we made reservations for a very interesting restaurant. Won’t that be fun?” when my mom finished saying that my stomach dropped. The fun time I was going to have is ruined.
“Come on Mom,” I argue, stomping to the couch. My mom peers at me, enraged.
“Tony, we are going to the restaurant and that is final!” mom shouts. This isn’t going well. One way or another we are going.
“ But mom, Andrew wanted me to go hang out with everyone.” The worst thing happened after I explain that last remark. My dad strolls over.
“ Tony! your mom said we are going and that is final!” my dad shouts.
And I knew when dad gets involved whatever happens is final. I didn’t answer. I just had to live with going to that stupid restaurant. It can’t be that bad, there is a live Hawaiian show headlining there.
As we enter the elevator to leave for the ridiculous restaurant I text Andrew. “Hey so… My family made reservations for some stupid restaurant that I have to go to. So I have to bail on us hanging out.” As I press send, the wheels start turning in my head. He texts back “Oh man… are you sure you can’t come.” Then an idea came to mind. I text back “I’ll see what I can do, I have an idea.”
After the bus ride to get to the wretched place. I had a good view of it. On the top of it there was pink neon lettering that spelled out ‘Ama’Ama. It was a big building with a luminescent vibe all over it. When we enter we are greeted with a friendly smile from a girl behind a podium. She directs us to our booth and hands us menus. You know it’s the normal routine when you go to a restaurant. She asks for drink yada, yada, yada, then she leaves.
I whip out my phone to text Andrew “Just tell me the time to meet you guys, and i’ll work on my plan.” I look up to see my father staring at me. He doesn’t need to use words. I know what he is about to say. I slide my phone back into the pocket of my shorts.\
I open the exquisite looking menu to see a wide variety of seafood, my favorite. The waiter comes over with four leis for my family and I. Everyone at my table and all around me has one on, but I just lay mine on the table. Now my mother looks at me with a spark in her eyes. I finally figured out that I was really starting to tick off my parents. I let out a sigh and put the stupid looking flowers around my neck. Suddenly my pocket vibrates. It had to be Andrew. Yet I didn’t want to make my parents anymore irritated. I need to initiate my plan. Here we go.
“Umm… I got to use the bathroom…,” I waited for and answer.
“Go ahead. but the show is about to..” My dad was cut off by a man on a loudspeaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to ‘Ama’Ama.” the crowd applause, I slide my way out of the booth.
“In a couple seconds we are going to…” I stopped listening after that. I hide behind some table so my parents don’t see me sneak my phone. “Be there in 20 minutes.” Andrew texted. If I leave now I could barely make it, but at least i’m out of this place. I start sneaking through the mass crowd of people, while they watch this ridiculous show. Then I hear the muffled noise of the man on the loudspeaker “Wasn’t... great… hula… lucky… light… stage…” As I sneak I see an exit, It’s so close I can feel it. But something odd happens. I’m shocked as a gleam of bright light blurs into my eye. I look around to see people staring and cheering at me. I’m not Adam Sandler, so what’s going on. Then it’s the man on the loudspeaker. “Looks like we found our lucky hula contestant.” My stomach dropped. My mouth flew open but no words came out except for some stutters. Two ladies in full hawaiian clothes, with skirts and all, come to escort me to the stage. My face was heating up, what were they planning to do with me?
“What’s your name son” the loudspeaker man asked
“um.. uh.. eh.. Tony…” I tried to get out the words.
“Well Tony, you are going to learn how to hula tonight”
Then out from behind me came a girl with a skirt in her hand. She whispered for me to put it on. I took it and surprisingly got the urge to put it on. It’s like i’m in a trance. I’m doing everything I’m told.
“OK Tony so watch the beautiful Luna for what to do” the loudspeaker man commanded
I look at the girl and she tells me to watch, then do. First she waves her hand left to right over, and over. She gestured for me to try, so I got the nerve to do it. The humiliation. I was so embarrassed. I scan the crowd to find my parents table. My parents were laughing hysterically while my sister videos me. That little brat. When I finished the hand waving she showed me to move my hips in circles, shaking at the same time. It was my turn I do what I was told, I look like a fool I thought. I imagined my face as red as an apple. I go through more and more of the idiotic moves until my torture was over. The girl and the man told me I did a great job, I didn’t care  I walked off the stage in shame. People were cheering and laughing, but that’s not what I felt. I walked away from this experience with one thing in mind. I learned my lesson.

Monday, November 2, 2015

My 1st Narrative Update

Hello fellow bloggers. In my recent days in class we have been sharing our stories with one another for advise. It has been very helpful getting feedback. Right now I would like to share a part in my story that I really like. I goes like this:

“Umm… I got to use the bathroom…,” I waited for and answer.
“Go ahead. but the show is about to..” My dad was cut off by a man on a loudspeaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to ‘Ama’Ama.” the crowd applause, I slide my way out of the booth.
“In a couple seconds we are going to…” I stopped listening after that. I hide behind some table so my parents don’t see me sneak my phone. “Be there in 20 minutes.” Andrew texted. If I leave now I could barely make it, but at least i’m out of this place. I start sneaking through the mass crowd of people, while they watch this ridiculous show. Then I hear the muffled noise of the man on the loudspeaker “Wasn’t... great… hula… lucky… light… stage…” As I sneak I see an exit, It’s so close I can feel it. But something odd happens. I’m shocked as a gleam of bright light blurs into my eye. I look around to see people staring and cheering at me. I’m not Adam Sandler, so what’s going on. Then it’s the man on the loudspeaker. “Looks like we found our lucky hula contestant.” My stomach dropped. My mouth flew open but no words came out except for some stutters. Two ladies in full Hawaiian clothes, with skirts and all, come to escort me to the stage. My face was heating up, what were they planning to do with me?
“What’s your name son” the loudspeaker man asked
“um.. uh.. eh.. Tony…” I tried to get out the words.
“Well Tony, you are going to learn how to hula tonight”

Then out from behind me came a girl with a skirt in her hand. She whispered for me to put it on. I took it and surprisingly got the urge to put it on. It’s like i’m in a trance. I’m doing everything I’m told.

I really like this part in my story because it really sets the tone in mood. In makes you feel like you're there by you sneaking through crowds of people until BOOM! the story gets interrupted by a spot light. The readers mind might be going in all directions like whats going on, or he's in trouble etc.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Scene and Summary

     I have been reading The Scorch Trials the second book in The Maze Runner Trilogy. In school we learned about how writers use scenes and summaries to tell a specific part in the story. My book is very fast paced so I can't really find a summary that well because everything happens in scenes one second after the next. Like I'm reading a part about the traveling the wasteland of the scorch. But a storm hits and everything goes mad. It is described by "Only dust and debris and that looming shape of the building, almost on top of them now. They'd lost hope of organization or staying together. I was every Glader for himself now- They just had to hope everyone could make it." This scene is very intense and very interactive. This author is very good at making scenes  for the reader.