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Freedom
May 2011
Volume 1 Number 3
Arts
Magazine
Inside This Issue:
Sketches
Furby World
The Ancient Vessel
May 2011
Volume 1 Number 3
Freedom Arts Magazine
In This Issue
ADMINISTRATION
Charles J. Karulak, Ed.D.
Headmaster
Page
Editor’s Note by Robert Hook .......................................................... 3
Faculty Editor’s Note by Pat Booker ................................................ 3
My life after the Case by Jenell Camacho ................................... 4
Head of Lower School
What I Would Do If I knew I Would Not Fail
by Jacob Gresores .............................................................................. 5
Steve Yocham, M.Ed.
Hoobingloobin by Aaron Hart ...................................................... 6
Head of Upper School
The Woman and the Judge by Haley Hilderbrand.................... 7
Louise Pastorino, MAT, M.Ed.
Julie Saboe, M.A.
Director of Admissions
Appearances are Deceiving by Nicole Samaniego .................... 8
The Black by Robert Hook .............................................................. 10
BOARD OF DIRECTORS
OFFICERS
Meteoro by Luan Santana ............................................................... 12
Alice Viroslav, M.D.
Across Space: The Resistance by Samantha Morale ................ 14
Chair
David McGovern
Gone by Morgan Lopez .................................................................... 13
The Ancient Vessel by Chris Hook ............................................... 16
Vice Chair
Peasant A prose poem by Lauren Criswell ................................... 16
Mary Hime
Overrated by Hannah Barron ........................................................ 17
Secretary
Sketches by various writers ............................................................ 18
Margie Warren
Treasurer
The Space Marines by Noah Schorr............................................. 27
3 poems by Elena Marie Gravez ........................................................ 28
BOARD OF DIRECTORS
12 Pounds of Thanksgiving by Gray Miller ............................... 28
Robert E. Bettac
Poems by various writers .................................................................. 29
Brett Morgan
3 poems by Erika Beza ....................................................................... 30
Brett W. Schouest
Furby World by Sontosha Orbin ................................................... 31
Jaydine K. Zachry
The Clash of the Elements by Zoee Cartright ............................. 33
The Kid, the Player, the Warrior by Jack Spartan .................. 35
Authorized Organization:
Essay by David Wiessing ................................................................. 36
The Winston School or San
Antonio
My Train-filled Day of 2009 by Stevie Ray Martinez ............... 37
8565 Ewing Halsell Drive
Maxie and Moosey by Chris Hook ..............................................
San Antonio, Texas 78229
Photo Section ...............................................................................
(210) 615-6544
www.winston-sa.org
MISSION STATEMENT
The Winston School San Antonio exists to
educate children in grade kindergarten
through twelve with learning differences and
learning disabilities in an atmosphere that
addresses their personal learning styles and
promotes self-esteem, a positive attitude
about learning, and optimal attainment of
educational and career goals.
Students will become advocates for
themselves and others and will be able to
make a contribution to the world in which
they live.
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Freedom Arts Magazine is a periodical dedicated to the talent that resides
within each student at The Winston School of San Antonio. The submissions are original works by our students. The intellectual rights of each
submission remains entirely the property of the student.
Student Editor………….Robert Hook
Faculty Editor…………..Paschal Booker
Contributing Editor....Chris Hook
Front Cover Art Credit: Uno Wild by Robert Hook.
Uno ® is a card game registered and trademarked by Mattel.
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Editor’s Note
Wow!! What a great first year it was for the Freedom Arts
magazine. In the fall of 2010, the first issue was filled with humor,
adventure, and beautiful imagery. Then, this spring, the most
amazing ideas flooded into the second issue of the magazine. The
range and quality of the material we received was phenomenal.
This issue has thoughtful insight, personal revelations, and even
more great adventures.
I’d like give my personal thanks to Mr. Booker and the rest of the
Winston faculty for believing in this project. Also, many thanks go
to everyone who contributed their stories, photos, and artwork to
the magazine. You are what made this project possible, and all of
you are a creative force to be reckoned with. I look forward to
seeing what happens next year. Thanks. Robert Hook Faculty Editor’s Note
It’s official. At long last, the Word is out. Four years ago, when I
first arrived here at Winston, I stepped into a Wonderland of
astounding writing talent. Sure, I shared samples of it with
colleagues and friends, but for the most part, I just felt like a miser
hoarding a spellbinding fortune. Finally, along came the Hook
Brothers, with a vision and the will to bring their vision through.
Students of Winston, tap into the treasure that is Freedom Arts—
the miser has been banished. This is your Gold!
Pat Booker
Faculty Editor
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MyLifeAftertheCase
ByJenellCamacho
Attheageof18,IheadedtocollegetobethenextSherlock Holmes. I moved to a new town and started college at
DartmouthinHanover,NewHampshire.It’swaybiggerthan
whereIcamefrom,butthesameinmanyways—likethefact
thatthereweremurdersinthistown,too.Onemurderwasin
a house just outside Hanover, and I was on the case. At my
school, before they picked me, they picked other students to
try to solve it. I knew that they would not pick me irst—I
mean there were 300 students in my class! The irst student
theypickedwasnamedArmandoMendoza:hewasaMexican
and really cute, and then they picked a Greek student named
VassilyKostas.IwasmadthatIdidnotgetpicked.
Thenextdayatschool,myprofessorsaidthathewas
goingtopickathirdstudenttoinvestigatethecase,becauseit
wasabiggercasethantheythought.That’swhenhecalledmy
name, but it turned out not to be what I thought it was—he
askedmetogethimcoffee! Finally,hesaid,“Bytheway,you
arethethirdperson!”Iwassoexcitedtogetthe ile,totellme
whatcaseI’dbeworkingon.TheprofessoralsotoldmeIwas
goingtobeworkingwiththeothertwostudents.Iwasexcited
tobeworkingwiththem,becauseIdidn’tknowthem,andremember,Armandowasreallycute!
Thefollowingdaytheytookustothecrimescene.Theytoldus
toputonglovesandamask,justincase.The irstthingthat
caughtmyeyewasthattherewasmudundertheirshoes.Why
wastheremudundertheirfeet,iftheywerekilledinside,and
Armandohadfoundamurderweapon?HeaskedmehowI
thoughttheydied.ItoldhimthatIdidn’tknow,butItoldhim
whatIfound.Hetoldmehehadnotnoticedthat.Ourprofessortoldustowrapitup.
Armando asked me if I wanted to go eat with
him.Isaidsure;hetoldmehewouldpickmeupat8:00pm.
That night, he told me that he did not want to talk about the
case;hejustwantedtohavefun.ItoldhimIdidwanttotalk
aboutthecase,either.Wewenttoamovie,andwewereenjoyingit.Thenwegotacallthatsomeonehadgottenintothe
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WhatIWouldDoIfIKnewIWouldNotFail
By Jacob Gresores
1. Makeacamp ireusingonlytwoturtlesandapileofbeavers.
2. Swim,butnotinwater.
3. MakeaMexicansoapoperawithChinesepeople.
4. Walk,whilebouncingonapogostick.
5. Wrinkleallthemoneyintheworld,sothateverybodywould
havetousepocketchangeatvendingmachines.
6. Replaceallmyenemies’pillowswithporcupines.
7. Usemountainclimbinggeartoclimbupthesideofthe
EmpireStateBuilding.
8. Walkonwaterwithoutbeingnearwater.
9. Catchagiantsquidinthedesert.
10.Drawingfunnyfacesoneveryhumanbeingwhilethey’re
sleeping.
11.Dyeallterrorists’clothesareallygirlypink.
12.Putagiantin latablegorillaonthetopoftheEmpireState
Building.
13.CoverallthegroundinamileradiusaroundtheWhiteHouse
withboxesofpuppies.
14.Attachadevicetoeveryseesawthatdoesthis:wheneveryou
sitdownononeside,itthenlaunchesasumowrestlerfrom
theotherside.
15.Createaphrasebookthattranslateseverydayphrasesin
foreignlanguagesintoinsultsandtaunts.
16.Putagiantsquidinapublicswimmingpool.
17.InventacureforMcDonald’s.
18.ClimbMountEverestwithonlytwomonkeysandapieceof
rope.
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Hoobingloobin
ByAaronHart
My name is Captain Hoobingloobin of the planet Zorgong. I have lived on Zorgong for 2 years now, ever since
Earth was overtaken by deer-headed Chihuahuas in the year
2012.ScientistsstartedrunningtestsonChihuahuasand genetically altering them. The chemicals they used gave them
thumbs, and that was the beginning of the Apocalypse. Not
onlydidthedogsgetthumbs,theyalsobecameextremelyintelligent--- but Scientists didn’t stop there. They accidentally
gave the Chihuahuas something called Super-Mega-UltraCrazy-Steroids.Itmadethemgrowthesizeofhousesandgave
themanoverabundanceofstomachacidthattheycouldspitat
enemies. As time went on, the Chihuahuas became more advanced.Unfortunatelytheyalsobecamemorehostile.
TherearetwokindsofChihuahuas:theapple-headed
Chihuahuasandthedeer-headedChihuahuas.Whenthescientists mutated the Chihuahuas there were some unexpected
outcomes; for example, the apple-headed Chihuahuas’ heads
turned into actual apples, and the deer-headed Chihuahuas
had an had an uncontrollable craving for apples. That being
said,Ibelieveit’s obviouswhich breedwonthe GreatWarof
theChihuahuas.
After the Great War, the earth was left uninhabitable
forhumans.TheonlylifeabletothriveonplanetEarthwere
the deer-headed Chihuahuas and giant apple trees. The humanracewouldbeextinctrightnow,ifitweren’tforthequick
thinkingofoneman.
Captain Thunderwatersuper laminglightningbolt (aka
Paul) was a good man. When the Great War broke out Paul
tookimmediateactionandmadeaspaceshipoutofmarshmallows.Hebroadcastaradiosignal,tellingpeopletocometothe
spaceshipandpromisedthemsafety.Eventhoughthespaceshipwasthesizeofagolfball,it itover1,000,000peopleinit.
Onceeverybodywasseatedsafely,thecaptainstartedtheship
andtookoff.TheonlypeopleinthecockpitwerePaulandI.
“Wherearewegoing?”Iaskedhim.
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TheWomanandtheJudge
ByHaleyHilderbrand
Author’s Note: This story uses lines from Cormac McCarthy’s novel
Blood Meridian as a prompt. The lines are italicized; I invent from
there)H.H.
He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing.
He says he will never die. Everyone says that they believe
him,buttheydon’t.Hetellsthemthatheisagooddancer,and
againeveryonesaystheybelievehim,whenthey reallydon’t.
Hetellsthemheneversleeps,andtheystilldon’tbelievehim.
Finally, he tells them that he is the judge, and they FINALLY
BELIEVEHIM.
Thatnight,hegetsonthecomputerandgoesonSkype
and inds an old friend that he went to high school with. The
woman remembers him as well. They talk and one of them
says that they should have lunch. They both agree. The next
daytheywenttolunchandhadagoodtime.Theytalkedand
talkedandtalked.
After lunch, the woman went home and decided to go
outside;shebroughtabook.Shesatonthebenchandopened
the book. She took out her phone and looked at the weather
and it said that there was going to be a big storm. They said
thateveryoneshouldstayinsidetoday.Thelightingandthunder came and the rain poured down. The man she had lunch
withdrovebyandtoldhertogetinthecar.
She got in the car and they went to the man’s house.
The power went out and the water went out as well. Finally,
thepowerandthewatercamebackon.Thewomanstayedat
the man’s house. The storm came again and this time that it
was not just a storm—it was hailing, too. Then the storm
stopped.
Thestormcameagainandthistimewasnotjuststormingand
hailing; it was sleeting, too. Then the storming, hailing, and
sleeting stopped. The storm came again and this time it was
not just storming, hailing, and sleeting; it was storming, hailing, sleeting, and snowing, too. All of that stopped, but this
timeitcameback—onlymuchworse.Itwascloudy,sunny,
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AppearancesAreDeceiving
ByNicoleSamaniego
There was once a king and queen who were fair and
rich beyond all others. They were blessed with four beautiful
daughters.The irstthree—Drea,Calliope,andIsmene—were
extraordinarygifted.Dreawasthegreatesthunterandathlete
in the whole kingdom; no one could best her hunting skills.
Calliope was the most gifted singer and dancer. Anyone who
sawherdanceorheardhersingwasautomaticallyentranced
by her lovely voice and her graceful moves. Ismene was the
craftyandwiseone.Shecouldmakethe inestthingsandwas
extremely smart. No one could compare to her cleverness or
her talent in crafts. Last of all was the youngest sister Arista.
Unfortunatelyforher,shewasnotastalentedorgiftedasher
sisters;becauseofthisshewasoftenoverlookedbyothers.In
fact, many kingdoms did not even know about her existence,
becauseshewasnotasfamousashersisters.Despiteallthis,
she was the kindest one, unlike her mother and sisters, who
werevainandself-centered.
Astimewentby,manysuitorscametoclaimthehand
ofthe olderthreeprincesses,allofwhomwerepowerful and
extremely wealthy. However, each suitor was turned down
almost instantly, because they did not stand a chance against
thetalentedprincesses.Manyofthesuitorswenthomeimmediatelywhenturneddownanddidnotevenbotherto indout
that Arista even existed. The older three princesses did not
want husbands who were beneath them. They wanted husbands who were as talented and gifted as they were, if not
moreso.
Andsoithappenedthattherewasinfactsuchaman.Hisname
wasCalix,andhewasthemosthandsomemaninallofGreece.
Besideshisgoodlooks,hewasextremelysmart,aswellasthe
bestathleteandhunter,singerandpoet,andcraftsman.Many
people would’ve thought that with his amazing background
Calix would be proud and full of himself, but instead, he was
verymodestandfair,andextremelykind.Hewasthesonofan
extremely powerful and wealthy king, but he grew up in anotherpartofthekingdomasacommoner,tolearntheways
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oftheregularpeople—justashisfatherdidbeforehim.
Calix became extremely famous and well-liked
throughoutallofhistravels,sowhenhereturnedhome,there
wasalotoftalkandexcitementaboutarumorthathewould
soonneedto indawife.ItwasonlynaturalthatDrea,Calliope,
andIsmenewouldthinkthattheyhadachancewithCalix,soit
was no surprise when they received a letter announcing that
hewouldbevisitingtheirkingdomsoon.
“Heissuretopickme,”claimedIsmene.“Afterall,Iam
the wisest and most crafty woman in the whole land. Maybe
eveninthewholeworld.Notonlythat,butIhearthatPrince
Calixisextremelycraftyandwise.Itonlymakessensethathe
willwantawifethatisequaltohim.”
“Well, I’m the fastest and strongest,” argued Drea.
“Everyone in the whole kingdom agrees. The prince would
surelywanthiswifetobeagreatwarriorandhuntertohelp
himleadhismenintobattle.Withourbattleskillscombined,
wecouldeventakeovertheworld.”
“Well,I’mthebestsingeranddancer,”rejoinedCalliope.“Noonecanmatchmygracefulmovesormyangelicvoice.I
will be the one that he chooses, because he will without a
doubtfallinlovewithmyvoice.Iheardthatheisalsoavery
goodsingeranddancer.Justthink,withthetwoofustogether,
wecouldmanipulateandpersuadeanyoneintodoingwhateverwewant.”
The sisters argued for days, and the competition betweenthemgrew ierce.Theonlyonethatdidn’tjointhearguing and competition was the youngest sister, Arista. No one,
including herself, believed that she had even the slightest
chance with the prince, so she never worried or complained
about anything—unlike her sisters. The kingdom in which
Aristalivedwasverywealthyandpowerful.Itwassowealthy
thateachsisterhadherownpalace,insteadofachamber.Each
palacewasrightbythemainpalace,wherethekingandqueen
lived. However, Arista did not live in a lavish palace like her
parentsandsisters.Shepreferredlivinginaregular-sizedcottage, with regular furniture, that was located by the stables.
Shelikeditbetterthere,becauseitfeltmorelikehometoher
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TheBlack
ByRobertHook
Author’sNote: For those who came in late… WestonRussellisacoldfusion scientist and arc reactor operator who, as he was leaving for home,
was abducted (much to his own terror) by government agents, and informed that he was chosen to participate in an intergalactic mission to
ind the cause of the mysterious destruction of a faraway planet colony
knownasCentauri19.R.H.
The next day, I saw a war cruiser parked in front of my
apartmentcomplex.Ithadbeenagoodnight’ssleep.Therewere
nonightmaresorpacingthe loor.Ididhaveadream,butitwasa
pleasant one. I was loating in the middle of space. There was a
cableattachedtomethatkeptmefromdriftingoff—butdriftingoff
fromwhat? Ilikedthesensation of weightlessness.ThenI found
myselfstaringatplanetEarth.ItlookedsosmallfromwhereIwas.
Itmademethinkofhowfastlifegoesby;howpettysome ightscan
be; how much fun can be had in simple activities like watching a
MarxBrothersmovie.Ifeltcomforted,eventhoughIwasaloneand
thousandsofmilesfromhome.Then,Iwokeup.
I had just emerged from my shower and was pouring my
cerealinabowlwhentheknockcameatthedoor.Iknewitwasfor
meandIknewwhoitwas,butmymindsearchedforwaystodelay
theinevitable.IopenedthedoorandtoldmysergeantthatIwould
bewithhiminafewminutes,afterIhad inishedpackingmythings
andeatingmybreakfast.AsIgotready,IthoughtabouttheassignmentIhadbeengiventhenightbefore.Questionstorethroughmy
imagination:WhatwoulditbelikewhereIwasgoingandwouldI
come back alive? I knew these questions could only be answered
byfollowingSgt.Graysonoutthedoorandoutofthesafetyofmy
littleapartment—myhome.
Theridetothespacedockwasquiet.Therewereanumber
ofothergruntslikemeinthecruiser,butnoneofusfeltmuchlike
chatting.Oneguytriedtoaskthesergeantaquestion,buthewas
told to shut up. When we inally arrived at the dock at about a
quarterofseven,Icouldn’tbelievemyeyes.Wewerestaringata
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huge building surrounded by three pillars; when we went inside
the building, we saw a bustling mini- metropolis, with monorails
and their tracks as far as the eye could see. Our amazement was
interrupted when the sergeant said, “Here is our rail.” A single
monorailpulleduptouslikesomesortoflimo,eventhoughitwas
anything but. It was a shabby old monorail, not unlike the kind
you’dseeatWaltDisneyWorld.Weboardedthemonorailasfast
as we could, because we knew it would not wait for us for very
long. As it took off, we were able to see the full splendor of the
building’sarchitecture.We inallysawourship,aslightlymoreadvancedversionofanothershipIhadseen;itwasveryimpressive.
Ithadaroboticauto-pilotengineandfromwhatIcouldseeithad
somekindofretractablewings.Thedesignwasacrossbetweena
spaceshuttle,aTR-91blackbirdjet,andarocket.WhenwegotcloserIsawthenameoftheship:theUNRNOVALIS.Wewentinside
thevesselanditwaslikebeinginsideofaroomintheContemporary resort. I fastened ourselves in as tight as we could, because
fromthebriefspacetrainingIhadatNASA,Iknewwewereinfora
hell of a ride. We listened to the countdown—10,9,8,7— I wondered what this thing was that we were going after—6, 5, 4—It
mustbeverydangeroustohavethecapacityfordestroyingasolar
system,butofallthepeopletheypicked,whyme?—3,2,1,0—Iwas
aboutto indout.
Thelaunchwasharderonmethanonanyoneelse,basically
becauseI’msomethingofawimp.Whenwewere inallyinspace,I
wasgaspingforbreathfromthelaunch.Oneofthecrewmembers
waskindenoughtobringmeapaperbagtobreathein.WhenIfully recovered about thirty minutes later, the sergeant, who had
stayed behind, appeared on the telecom screen above us.
“Attentionpersonnel,thisisSgt.Graysonspeaking.Forthoseofyou
whodon’tknow,lastmonthanunidenti iedobject,madeupoftremendous matter, destroyed Centauri 91 and its system. Your mission is to ind out what happened to the planet, ind whatever
causedit,anddestroyitbeforeanyoneelse indsoutanythingmore
aboutit.Anyevidenceyou indmustbekeptclassi ied.Graysonout.”
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Meteoro(AsonginPortuguese)
ByLuanSantana
WithtranslationbyLuanaZerlotti
Tedeiosol,tedeiomar
Praganharseucoraçã o
Você é raiodesaudade
Meteorodapaixã o
Explosã odesentimentos
Queeunã opuderacreditar
Ah!comoé bompoderteamar
Depoisqueeuteconhecifuimaisfeliz
Você é exatamenteoqueeusemprequis
Elaseencaixaperfeitamenteemmim
Onossoquebra-cabeçateve im
Luana’stranslation:
Seforsonhonã omeacorde
Eupreciso lutuar
Igaveyouthesun
Poissó quemsonha
Igaveyoutheocean
Conseguealcançar
Towinyourheart
Lightingoflove
Shootingastaroflove
Explosionofemotions
ThatIcouldn’timagine
Oh!Howit’sgoodtoloveyou
AfterImetyou,Iwashappier
YouwerealwayswhatIwanted
You itperfectlywithme
Mysearchhadended
Ifit’sadream,don’twakemeup
BecauseIneedto loat
Butwhodreams,
canreach—
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Gone
ByMorganCortinas‐Lopez
Shealwaysusedtotellme
Whenhertimecomesitcomes
Butnowthattimehasarrived
Shewashereandnowsheisnot
Likewavesdisappearingintothesea
Witheveryoneinastateofshock
Asilencehas illedtheroom
Nowsoftlyyoucanhearthesounds
Ofchildren’sbittersobs
Thetearsranfromhereyes
Likerainonacloudyday
Lonelyhavingmemoriesofthetimewespenttogether
Notknowingwhattosay
Notknowingwhattodo
IsoftlykissedyourheadandsaidIloveyou—
Time in Gray
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by Sosha
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AcrossSpace:TheResistance
BySamanthaMorale
Prologue
Life was just ine, things were normal. For a while, that is.
Sevenyearsago,thingsstartedtochange.ItstartedwiththeGreat
Battle of 30XX. Bombs fell, cities burned down; the whole world
wasinchaos.Thatchangedsoonafter,butnotexactlyforthebest.
TheKnightsofExaltiawereformedandtheworldfoundpeace.But
that was not to last, a year later the true objective of the Knights
cametolight.Theycapturedgovernmentof icialsandblewupthe
capital.TheyevenassassinatedthePresident,onnationalTV,right
before the world’s eyes. The people rose up against the Knights,
but fell one after the other. They were no match for the Knights,
who had some greater power protecting them. Some said it was
magic,otherssaiditwasawholearsenalofweaponry,butthetruth
isnoonewilleverknow.That’showitwasbeforeIjoinedtheResistance,asmallforceoftenpeoplewithdifferentspecialties.
Chapter1:TheFile
“Hikaru,comeon,it’stimetogo,”avoicebehindmesaid.I
spunaroundinthechairtofacehim.“Giveme ivemoreminutes,
Ryan,”Isaid.Ryan’stwoyearsolderthanIam,butwe’rethesame
height.He'sgotblondehairandgreeneyes.He’sveryprotectiveof
me,butIdon’tmind,sincehe’skindoflikeanolderbrothertome.
“Give her the time, Ryan,” another male voice said,
“Rememberthat’ssheinchargeoftheintell.”Aaronsteppedoutof
theshadows.
“Finedude,Iwasjustworriedthatwemightbeambushed,”
Ryansaid.
Aaron’skindoflike abrothertome,justlikeRyanis.He's
gotbrownhairandhazeleyes,justlikeIdo.He’sthesameageasI
am,andwejoinedtheResistanceatthesametime.
Ispunbackaroundtofacethecomputerdatabase."I'veonly
got iveminutes,"Iremindedmyself,asIcontinuedtohackthedatabaseforwhatwehadcomefor."Gotit,"IsaidandItappedonthe
screenanditwentblank."I'vetransferredthe ilestothis,"Isaid,
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holding my portable pc, “and I erased all the evidence from their
database."
"Good work, Hikaru," Ryan said. "But I think we need to
leavenow."Wecouldhearfootstepscomingfromaboveus."Ithink
he's right," Aaron said, "let's move." I nodded and quietly got up.
Thesoundoffootstepscouldnowbeheardallaroundus.
"Dangit,"Ryanmuttered,"They’vegotussurrounded."
How did they move so quickly without us noticing? I wondered.
"Surrender," a voice said, as a igure emerged from the
shadows,"andI'llmakesureyourdeathisquickandpainless."
"Asifwewouldeversurrender,"Isaid,pullingoutmytwin
lasermachineguns."Whothehellareyou?"Ryandemanded,drawinghistwinkatanas.
"Heh,"themansaid."IguessIcanrevealmyidentity,since
you're going to die anyway." He pulled back his hood, revealing a
familiarface.
"Tristan?!"Igasped.
Noway...It'snotpossible!I thought. Tristan'soneofus,a
memberoftheResistance!
"Why Tristan?" Ryan asked. "Why are you working with
them?They'retheenemy!"
"Irealizedwhata fool I was,workingtowardsanimpossiblegoal,tobetryingtostoptheKnightswiththeResistance,"Tristanexplained."IdecidedthatbyworkingwiththeKnightsIwould
beabletosurviveandbeapartoftheirnewworldorder."
“Evendestroyingmillionsofinnocentlivesintheprocess?”
Iasked.
“If that’s what it takes to create a new world order, then
yes,”Tristanreplied,“Nowpreparetobeeliminated!”
“I’dliketoseeyoutry!”Ishouted.Iaimedmymachineguns
at Tristan and started to ire. BAM! BAM! BAM! He was able to
dodge every single shot, as if the lasers were moving in slow motion.Howonearthwasheabletododgeeverysingleshot?
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TheAncientVessel
ByChrisHook
The sky cries, the sea shows tears, as I traverse both elements in
ways uncertain. I travel the gulfs of the unknown and even places
found. But, what exactly is it I search for, its whereabouts forgotten?OntheonehandIdonottouchtheground,whileontheotherI
seeiteveryday.It’smydream,mylife,andmycursethatItravel
withouteverbeingdeceased.Iloveit,Ifearit,butwebothareone
in the same. People ask, why did you choose this? I only say, be‐
causeitchoseme.
A F Tanglewood
by
Frank
PeasantAprosepoem
ByLaurenCriswell
Envelopedinthedarkcloudofyourownpitifuluncertainty.You’renot
worth the time, she spat. Leaving you lailing with utmost violence in
your own dull naiveness. She has no remorse in your malicious act of
agony.Sheneverdid.Afool,abagofworthlessscum.Thatiswhatshe
callsyou.Sheisamonstrousfard-coveredhag.Dogsspitinhereyeand
salivate in her soup. Queen, our queen, they coo. Oh such lies—only
thosefakescansaywithabelievablefalseness.Sheknows.Butshejust
spitsinyoureyeandwalksoff.Shehascatstofeed.
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Overrated
ByHannahBarron
Idon’tknowwhatI’m
evenwriting.Idon’teven
knowwhatI’mdoing.
I’mthinkingbutalso
notthinking.It’sweird
Iknow.Buttomethinking
isoverrated.Ijustdo
whatevercomestomind
thendotherest.
Iwonderifwe’reeven
human.Imean,whatif
wewerehumansbutnot.
Haveyoueverthoughtofthat?
Haveyoueverthoughtofwhat
we’reallreallyin?Whatif
wewerejustahuge
illusionandwewouldn’t
know.
IftheMoonissobig
thenwhyisitsosmall?
Whatwouldhappenifwe
weretosuddenlyjustcompletely
disappear.
You’reprobablythinking
whatthehellareyoueven
saying.
Oryoujustcompletelyunderstandeverything.
Whichwouldbestrangetome.
Butwhatif?
We’reoverrated?
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Sketches
Byvariouswriters
Thereare...strangersabouttotakeajourneythattheywillneverforget!Theywillbetravelinginafabulousredconvertible.Theyalljointhegroup
atdifferenttimes.Eachcharacterhasadifferentreasonfortraveling.Theyall
just happen to be going the same direction, even though they each have their
owndestinations.
—MadelineBarrows
Prologue,“TheRoadTripTale”
Inthegrim,eerietrenchwhereIsleep,Ihearthesoundofchimingvoices. The voices are high and low and never make a rhythm except for the one
thatwon’tgetoutofmyhead.Thisruckusismadebythehumans,Danestobe
exact,whoarealsomyswornenemies,especiallytheirKingHrothgar.Hewould
liketothinkheisthegreatestkinginthelandoftheDanesbecausehehasaglorious mead hall and is the bravest of all kings; but I know he would not be so
mightyifhefacedandfoughtachildofLucifer.Then,Ihearanotherchorusof
chimesfromthehumans;andIputmylarge,brutishhandsovermyears.Icannotstandthesound.Ittakestheenjoymentoutofasilentdarknightand illsit
withlight.Thisenragesme.AsIclawatthedirtandgritmyfangs,I...cannot
take it anymore. No man can ight me. Nothing can hurt me, and no one can
stopmefromcarryingouttheterrorthatIwillbringuponthem.AllIknowis
thatthechimingmuststoptonight...
—AnnabelFidler
“Grendel”
...Thiswasonceabeautifulplace, illedwithbloomingtreesthatsangin
thewind,alongwiththesoundofhappypeopleenjoyingtheirsurroundings
with big laughs and bellies full of sweet malt, surrounded by vast oceans
that sparkled in the sunlight and made a cool breeze over the land year
round.Thenonemighthaveknownthisplaceasaheavenorjustapeaceful
place of independence and dominion. Yes, one might have thought so
twelve years ago; but now this land is illed with something other…. It is
illedwithsomethingdarker,painfullyagonizingsoundsofmenlosingtheir
livesinthenight.Forthelasttwelveyearswehavebeencursedbyevil,the
presenceofGrendel.
Grendel,therepresentativeofdeathitselflivinginthemarsheswreaks
havoc on the people of Herot, coming into the once-so-full mead hall and
spillingthebloodofKingHrothgar’ssoldiersonthewalls.Hehasdonethis
forthepasttwelveyearsnow,makingthetownspeopleafraidtoleave
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theirhomesatnight,doingwhathedoesbest,rippingandeatingthe
leshofmen.Thisisthefateofourrenownedmeadhall,andthisis
whyIaskforyourhelp.
Our numbers diminish each day, the next generation being
wiped out slowly. For every time the darkness comes and goes, so
doesthismonsterfromhell.Wesuffer,forGrendelholdsthefearof
everysoulinthisplace,asifheheldourrespect.Iwoulddoanything
todefeatthismonster,tomakehimfearthepeoplehefeedson...
So here I ask you, great leader of the Geats, come and smite
thisevilfromourplaceofgathering.Thenweshallboastourvictory
inourbelovedmeadhall...
—WestonBrown
“LettertoBeowulf”
.. .Ihad just walkedoutofthestablesaftercheckingmyhorse
whentheKing’smessengercamerunningup.“Wiglaf!Wiglaf!Hurry,
King Beowulf is calling for his knights!” he said as he reached me.
“Whatfor?!”Iaskedhim.
“Idon’tknow,buthesaiditwasurgent!”
“Thanks!”Isaid,runningofftogetmyarmorandshieldfrom
thearmory.
IntheentrancehallKingBeowulfstoodinfrontofhisthrone
givingthesoldiersaspeechaboutthestrengthweallhaveasateam.I
stood with the rest of the soldiers, and I am sad to say that I daydreamed about the tales he told us all the time about his ighting
againstGrendelandhismother.He inishedhisspeechandwealldispersed.Iaskedsomeonewhowaslisteningwhatourmissionwas.He
said, “We are going to ight the dragon that has been terrorizing our
city.”
“Ishecrazy?!”Iasked.
“Maybe,butthat’sthemission.Killthedragon,savethepeople.That’sit.”
“Ididnotjointhisarmytogoandcommitsuicide!”
“Don’tyoutrusthim?”
“Asaking?Yes.Asageneral?Notreally.”
“Well,suityourself.”
—JonathanMcFadden “Wiglaf’sTrial”
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AsIlieinmycaveinsilencewithmygold,Ilistentothewind.AsIfeelitbrush
onmyhornsandface,Istretchmywingstofeelthiscoolwindsweepthrough
mywings.AsIglancefromafar,Iseeastrange-looking,talldark igureinthe
distance.ItisGrendel,thatmiserable,annoyingpieceof ilth;Grendel,thatfoolish,incompetentcreature.Oh,howIdespisehimso.Heisnomonster,apatheticone,butnotamonster;hedisgracedusmonstersanddemons.
...Istayinmynewcaveforyearsinpeace.OnenightIhaveadreamof
a man ighting Grendel, fearless and courageous, a strong warrior with armor
withmarkings….AsIlookcloseratthisman,Iseehisface.HereturnstoHerot
asHrothgarandthepeoplecheerandcryouthisname,BEOWULF!BEOWULF!
BEOWULF!
. . . As I look at the old man I recognize his armor and face. I am angered. I thought he was nothing more than a dream; but …it was more vision
than a dream. I should have been the one who killed Grendel! The treasure
doesnotmattertomeanymore.AllthatmattersiskillingBeowulf!
—CarlosElizondo
“TheDragon”
We meet our heroes during a tragic time, for today is the dreadful
morningofNovember26.Thatisright,myfriends;itisBlackFriday.Webegin
thestoryrightbeforeourfourunlikelycharactersmeetastheywalkintoaMacy’s in the town’s most popular mall. Little did these people know that they
were about to gaze upon a scene that is quite tragic. Macy’s was completely
trashed.Signswereknockeddown,shelveshadbeentippedover,andclothing
rackswereimpaledthroughthewalls.Alltheclerksweregoneexceptforone
younggirl.Thefourrushedovertoher.Youwouldexpectthemtohelpherout,
but they just wanted to know what stores had not been hit yet. “No one has
touched the outlet mall,” she whimpered as she fainted. The four characters
lookedateachotherandheadedoutthedoor.Theydecidedtoheadtotheoutletmalltoquenchtheirthirstforlowprices.Theyallhoppedinacabandwent
ontheirmerryway.
—LucasWeiner
Prologue,“TheQuesttoMacy’s”
...Iamaveryfamily-orientedman.IlovemyfamilyandI enjoyhangingout
withmyMomandDad...SometimesItrytoformafamilyoffriends,soIcan
have a family away from my real family. I have achieved that in the Winston
School.Mysocialskillshavegreatlyimproved,butmyisolationfromrelationshipshasremained;andIcouldneverhavebeenanybetterwithouttheWinston
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School.Itrulylovefamilyineverysenseoftheword.Ienjoyhavingaclan
to lock to and hang out with all the time, and having a large family of
friendshasmademerealizetheimportanceofcamaraderie...
—AlexNiakaros
“EnglishSemesterEssay” ...Mygamingabilitiesmightbeagoodplacetostartworkingon
buildingtrust.Icaneasilystayinaconversationifit’saboutvideogames.
Inaddition,iftheconversationchangestopicthereisstillachancethatIwill
stillbeinterestedinthenewtopic.Icanalsocontributetoaconversation
aboutvideogames,movies,animals,classicrock,andthecustomsofpeople
withweirdreligions.EvenifIcan’tcontribute,I’llstilllisteniftheconversationisinterestingenough.Ifonethingapersonsaysisinterestingenough
andIdon’tknowmuchaboutit,Itendtogoonlineanddoalittleresearch
onit.Ofcourse,casuallunchconversationsaren’tmuchhelpifI’mnotwillingtogooutandsocialize...
—BrianHarkins
“MyJourneyofCompanionship”
...Nowformylastyearofhighschool,IamattendingtheWinston
SchoolSanAntonio.Ireallyfeellikethisschoolistheperfect itforme.The
workisjustchallengingenough,butitisde initelynotimpossible.Ifeellike
thisschoolisbetterpreparingmeforcollege.Ithinkthisisthebestschool
I’ve gone to in my high school years, and I’m really grateful for the help I
havegottenhere.
Ithinkthatmypersonaljourneyisthejourneythroughhighschool.
I’ve been through a lot these past four years, but that has only made me
stronger. One of my biggest goals is to be a special education teacher. I
thinkthatsinceI’veexperiencedwhatit’sliketohavealearningdisability,I
can relate to kids much better than someone without a learning disability
could.Eventhoughthisjourneyhasn’talwaysbeenaneasyone,I’mthankfulforthelessonsI’velearnedandhowmuchstrongerIhavebecome.
...AgoalIhaveformyselfistosomedaysharemyloveofartwith
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Essay, irstsemester inalexam
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others.Iwouldliketoshowpeoplethelovethatcomesfromyourselfwhen
youcreateapieceofart.Ithinkartbuildsastrongindividualcharacterthat
comesfromwithin….Itshowswhoyouareandmaybecome.Artispersonalwhenitcomesfromtheheart.IfIcansharemytimewithkidsinneedof
alittlecolortobrightentheirspirits,Iwouldlovetospendmydayshelping
them indtheirownworldofcolorthroughart.
—MadelineBarrows
“MyJourney”
Looking back upon 2010 at the start of a new year, I can see the
changeandgrowth.Literaturehasbecomemorethanjustwords;ithasbecomeawaytoexplorenotonlymyselfbutothersaswell.Fromfantasyand
ictiontorealityandbiographies,takingahigherleveloflanguageartshas
beenbene icialinallaspects.
Language arts shouldn’t be looked upon as a struggle, even to
thosewithadif icultyinthesubject,butasawaytocommunicatewiththe
worldandtoexpressoneselfincolorfulvocabulary,muchasartistsdowith
the lowoftheirdrawingsandcomplexityoftheirartwork.I’vealwaysenjoyedreadingandwriting,andbeingabletoshareintheworkandassignments that others are participating in offers a more in-depth, multiperspectivedevelopmentofunderstanding.
—DominicCavallini
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Basic Fretting
by Caleb
Between Boardwalk
and Mediterranean
Avenue
by Caitlin
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Grounder
by Joel HDR
Choices
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by Saion Peterson
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Tile Garden
by Saion
Eye’s Tray
by Mitchell Wahl
Running
Fawcet
by Sosha
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Semper Fi High
By Erika Beza
Dark Ages
By Saion
Under-brella
By Caleb
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TheSpaceMarines
ByNoahSchorr
TheSpaceMarinesoriginatedintheyear2635asa
replacement for the UNSC Marines. The agency that is
chargeoftheSpaceMarinesistheUNSMCanewbranchof
the military whichstandsforUnited NationsSpaceMarine
Corps. The training for the Space Marines is brutal and
deadly but there are 2 branches of the Space Marines, the
irst branch is the high- risk units nicknamed “Ghosts”
whicharekindofliketheUNSCODSTTrooperexcept,they
can gointo a“Ghost Form”andpassthroughsolidobjects,
likemetalortitaniumoranysolidorliquidmass.Thetraining for the Ghosts is more brutal than any other training
programanexampleisthatyouhavetorunthroughanobstacle course while being shot at. Another example is you
havetorunlike10mileswithnobrakesinbetween.
The second branch is the regular Space Marines
Commandos (there is no real infantry units just the commando units serve as the infantry units.) nicknamed the
“InfantryClass”or(IC)theyarebasicallyputthroughregular training programs, like 20 minute itness runs and that
kindofstuff.Therearecurrently700unitsofSpaceMarines
inservicethemostrecentunitstojoinwere107thFastAttackTeam(FAT)(a.k.a.GammaTeam)andthe122ndRecon
Advance Force (RAF) (a.k.a. Sigma Team). Also a couple of
newtypesofSpaceMarinewereaddedtothemix,theyare
Scavenger, Heavy Infantry and In iltrator. There are 3
highly trained Commando units that are already combat
effectivetheyareAlpha,BetaandDeltaCommandoUnits.
Thisstoryfocusesinthrougha irstpersonviewonanew
recruit to the newly formed Theta Commando Unit, Major
G1.ChaseLawson,
Journal Entry #1 “I can’t believe I made it through
theQuali icationteststobecomeaMajorIthoughtIwasa
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3Poems
ByElenaMarieGravez
I. The Making of Right
With a standout, and others before him
Powerful is the future, a mystery—
II. Mind Field
A great poet, barreling over the mountaintops.
dramatic. root of his vision, transition, today.
III. Diamonds
Through it, far from. beneficial along the lines.
that kind, true heart shines.
F A 12PoundsofThanksgiving
ByGrayMiller
Cold.
12pounds.
Neighborlygrace.Mildred’sdemonstrationwasnotastaggeringproblem.
Theoven,
thecarton
andplasticwrappedturkey.
Onthehoura ishermanwasfounddead,
multiplebeestings.Thecabin.
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Poemsbyvariouswriters
[darkandcoldinthewarehouse]
ByWyattParedes
darkandcoldinthe
warehouseitfeltlike
arefrigerator.Iwasonmylast
magazineofammunition.Having
beenheremakespeoplego
crazy.Themercenarieswere
ontheirwaytome.
[noname]
ByPatrickClemons
nonamewasalostkid
inthestreetsofLondon,
England.
[seealltheprettyfaces]
ByWillGallogly
seealltheprettyfaces.astheystareblankly
atyou.Seetheprettyfacesasthey
blanklystareatyou,seeall
theprettyblankfacesasthey
stareblanklyseealltheblankfaces
astheystareatyou.nownoone
canstareblankly.
Ifyoucanreadthisyoudon’tneedglasses.
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3Poems
ByErikaBeza
I
It’stheirskincaptured
Yep!
Timetotakeitallin
Berlin.
II
Ahighgo
Andbe irstfromstreetview
Theturnwith
Themannevertellsitlost
III
Keeptenpeoplesomesmall
Butbadwantsnowtheyseenewday
Anewoneortwo
Seehow
Newgonnadropitall
Doingyearsevenyoudon’tgetsomething
Wesayorhookedup
Thesame
Chris?
Whatgoesdown?
De initely
Comesout
Nowyou’redoingprettyfreefor?
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FurbyWorld
BySontoshaOrbin
In Furby World, there are two different kinds of furby.
There aretheFurbygods/goddessesandthere arethebaby Furbies,whoaretrainedto bea Furby forachildonEarth.Whilein
Furbytrainingtobeatoy,allthelittleFurbysareinFurbyWorld.
TheFurbygodsaretheoneswhodecideifaFurbyshouldgotoa
child or not. If a little Furby is too reckless or does something
againstthe Furbylaws,thegodsor goddesseswillbantheFurby
from being a toy and going to Earth. The most famous of Furby
gods is Furbus. He is the leader of all the Furby gods and all of
their children. He controls what the Furbys think and do, and
whentheyarehungryortired.TheFurbysdonothavetolistento
whathehastosay,butiftheydonot,therearemajorconsequences.
Furbushasmanywives,muchlikeZeustheGreekgod.His
mainwifeisnamedFurbella.SheisoneofthemanyfemaleFurbys.
Sheusedtobeatoyforachild,butwhenthechildmistreatedher
she called for Furbus’ help. He decided that he wanted her to be
hiswife,sohereplacedherwithanotherFurbywhilethechildwas
asleep.Shethenwasmadeintoagoddess,andliveswithFurbusin
hiskingdom.Hersisters,FurbalinaandFurbanna,werejealousof
Furbella and decided they would also cry for help to Furbus. He
responded, but the two sisters did not get what they wanted. Instead,Furbusbrokethemsothatthechildthrewthem awayand
theywerenolongertormentedliketheysaidtheywere.
Furbys, like the Greek gods, have an underworld. The
Furbyunderworldhasnoname,butitisaplacefortheunworthy
Furbys or the Furbys that have disobeyed a God or Goddess.
Furbo,aFurbywhohadpassedhistrainingwith lyingcolors,was
senttotheFurbyunderworld,notbecausehedisobeyedagodor
goddess,butbecausehebrokethebiggestruleofall—nottalking
tohumans.Furbowasbeingplayedwithbyachild,whomheloved
verymuch.Heandthechilddideverythingtogether.Onedaythe
child went into his room and was crying. He brought out Furbo
andstartedtotalktohim,tellinghimhowhisparentsweregetting
adivorce,andhowthekidsatschoolwerebullyinghim.Furbo
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wantedsobadlytocomfortthechild,butallhecoulddowasbea
toy.ThechildthentoldFurbohelovedhim,andFurboanswered
back, “I love you, too.” The child screamed, and threw Furbo
againstthewall,thinkingitwasimpossibleforatoytotalk.Furbus
lewdownintotheboy’sroom,erasedtheboy’smemory,andsent
Furbointotheunderworldforalleternity.Furbogothisbrother,
Furb,totrytotalkFurbusintolettingFurbohaveanotherchance,
buttherewasnohope.
Furbo was sent into the underworld where Reptar, the
monster,isguardian.ReptarisnotaFurby—farfromit.Heisnot
furryorcuddly,nordoeshebringanyentertainmentatall.Reptar
is a green giant monster with purple scales going down his back.
HewasFurbus’petandwasfedScoobysnackswhenhebehaved.
Furbus demanded Reptar take Furbo into his underworld, and
ReptardidasFurbuswanted.OnceReptartookFurbointotheunderworld,Furbusthrewhimatreat.FurbothenhitReptaronthe
back of the head, shocking Reptar. Furbo took the treat, and ordered Reptar to release him. Reptar, wanting the treat, allowed
Furbotoleavewithouta ight.
WhenFurbogotoutoftheunderworldhewasgreetedby
Furbella,Furbus’wife,withasmile.ShesaidshehadbeenwatchingFurboandsawwhatadaringjobhehaddonetogetoutofthe
underworld.ThinkingFurbellawasgoingtocapturehim,Furbohit
Furbellaonthebackofthehead,makingherfallforward.AsFurbo
ranoff,shescreamed,“Iwasgoingtoletyougo,butnowyouwill
pay!”Furbosetoffto indtheentrancetoEarth,togobacktothe
childhehadonceloved.
After Furbella got back to Furbus and told him what happened,
Furbus was furious. He sent all of the Furbys looking for him.
Whentheywerenotbeingplayedwith,allFurbyshadtobeonthe
lookoutforFurbo.Nooneeverfoundhim,notasingleFurby.The
future-telling Furby, Furbious, knew what had happened but refusedtotell.SomesaythatFurbomadeitbacktohischild;others
say he was killed on his journey to Earth. Furbious was put to
death fornottellingwhathadhappened,andReptarwasforever
watchedbyFurbellaandFurbus’son,Furbel.
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F TheClashoftheElements
ByZoeeCartright
Oneday,foursisterswerewalkingthroughaforest.These
four young women were known all over as the Element Sisters.
Theyeachhadcontroloveroneoftheelements:Avanicontrolled
earth,Airacommandedthewind,Aidancontrolled ire,andAviva
had power over water. They were all thrown out of their village
one day for their crimes. Aira and Aviva were always caught attempting to create deadly storms, Aidan loved setting things
ablaze,andAvani’splantsandtreeswereconstantlydiscoveredin
the village people’s gardens. Finally, after years of the troubles
these young women brought upon the village, the village people
decidedtobanishtheSisters.
Asthesisterswalkedthroughtheforest,theycameacross
asmalloldcastle.Itlookedasifithadbeenabandonedforyears.
They walked up to the front door and tried to open it. The door
slowly opened and when they walked in they saw the walls coveredindustandcobwebs.
“Itlookslikenoonehasbeenhereinyears.Iwonderwho
lived here,” Aira said, as she looked around. Aidan found a torch
andlitit.Theroom illedwithlight,revealingalloftheoldpaintingsandfurniture.Therewasapaintingofabeautifulyoungwomanwithababyboyinherarms.Theyoungwomanhadlongcurly
auburnhair,brightgreeneyes,rosypinkcheeksandlips,andshe
wore a small, silver tiara with amethyst and sapphires. The baby
boy in her arms couldn’t have been older than three months. He
had black hair, his mother’s green eyes, and chubby pink cheeks.
As the sisters looked at the picture, the woman’s eyes changed
from green to blood red; the girls assumed the beautiful woman
wasaprincess.TheElementSisterswatchedassheandherbaby
boytransformedintohorrifying,human-likemonsters.Thesisters
lookedaway,terri ied.
Avani,Aira,Aidan,andAvivacontinuedtowalkdownthe
hallway until they came to a grand staircase, covered in purple
ropes and drapes. At the top of the staircase were even more
paintingsoftheyoungwoman.Insomeofthem,shewaswitha
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handsome young man, in others with another woman, who may
havebeenhersister.
“I remember hearing about this castle!” Aidan exclaimed.
“ItbelongedtoPrincessesAdelinaandCoraline!Adelinawasinthe
painting downstairs. This is her with her little sister Coraline.
Theirmotherleftthiscastletothembeforeshedisappeared.”
Avivaadded,“FromthestoriesIheard,CoralineandAdelinanevergotalong.Theyfoughtconstantlyandabsolutelyhated
eachother.WhenCoralineblamedhersisterforthedisappearance
oftheirmothernobodybelievedher,thinkingshewasblamingher
sister out of hatred. Then one day, she vanished. Poof! Gone . . .
peoplebecamesuspicious.”
“Well,asofrightnow,”saidAvani,“thisisournewhome.
Howmanyotherabandonedcastlesarewegoingto ind?Wecan
continue this old wives’ tale later. Let’s go claim our rooms and
thenlookforfoodandcleanerclothesbeforethesungoesdown.”
Each of the sisters walked down the hallway to ind bedrooms. Every room still had furniture in it, including a bed and a
wardrobe illedwithdressesandgowns.Theychangedtheirdirty
clothesandthenwenttolookforfood.Aftermiraculously inding
some food that wasn’t spoiled in the kitchen, they went to their
bedroomsandfellasleep.
In the morning, each of the sisters woke up and looked
around. They each noticed their dirty clothes were missing and
there were wet footprints on the loor leading to the door. The
girls were enraged, thinking one of their sisters had stolen their
clothes.Theylefttheirrooms,preparedtoyellateachother.The
girls got into a huge ight, each one using their own elements
againsttheother.That’swhenthesistersstartedtohateeachothersomuchtheywantedoneanotherdead.
Only Aviva still had some love for her sisters and had a
clearenoughheadtorealizewhatwashappening.Therewassome
ofthestorysheheardthatsheforgottotellhersistersabout.She
rememberedthattheprincessesandtheirmothermovedintothe
castlewhentheAdelinawastenandCoralinehadjustturnedseven.Twodaysaftertheyarrivedatthecastle,thingswent
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TheKid,ThePlayer,TheWarrior
ByJackSpartan
The pass to number 44 Weston Brown is complete; he’s
tackledatthe18-yardline,whichputsusintheredzone.Theopposingteamcallsatimeout.WehuddleuponCoachHambrick.He
brie ly compliments our offensive line, along with Weston (WR)
andEric(QB).Thenhebeginstotalkaboutthegame.“Okay,now
thatwe’reintheredzone;Iwanttotrytoruntheballin.Comeout
inthej-birdandrunthefullbackoption.”Thefullbackoptionisa
quickhandofftothefullback,whichallowshimtorunorpitchthe
ballbacktothetailbackdependingonthedefensiveendsposition.
Wemoveoutontothe ield,andhuddleup.“Fullbackoption, on set.” We break the huddle and move into position. The
playersonthe ieldarefullback,SaionPeterson#13;quarterback,
Eric Romero #7; center, Josh Overton #55; guard Carlos Elizondo#11; tight end, Avery Smith#45; and then me, the tailback,
JackSpalten#20.
”Down!”Itakeadeepbreathandmyheartbeatrises.
“Set!”Withtheearlysnap,theplaystartsandJosh,Carlos
andAverymoveintotheirblocks.Saiontakesthehandoffandobserves the ield: the defensive end is right on the line of scrimmage,whichgiveshimgreatpositiononSaion,sohe lickstheball
backtomeandIboltforthesideline.Ihitthesidelineandlookup
ield—allgreen.NowIreallyturnonthejetsandheadfortheend
zone.Thelinebackerisfastandmeetsmeatthecorneroftheend
zone, so I lower my shoulder and stay inbounds. I look up, hear
whistlesandseetheof icials’armsintheair.Iputsixpointsonthe
board!Thegametakesasteadypacethroughoutandwebeatthem
bythemercyruleinthebeginningofthefourthquarter.TheFirst
gameoftheseasonisawin.
Afterthegamethatnightwewereshoweredwithcompliments.Ipaidlessattentiontothem,becauseIhadbeenlookingfor
someoneafterthegame—thenIsawher.Theentiregamewasdevotedtoimpressingher,notsothecoachesandfans,butjustone
girl.Oneveryspecialgirl.
Ithinkallguysplayfootballforallthesamereasons.Their
friendsplay,theylovethegame,thecontact,everybodyloves
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Essay
ByDavidWiessing
Every life is a story and every person is on a journey. Although
pathswilloftencrossandstoriesoverlap,weallhaveourownstories and, although most people spend their lives with or around
otherpeople,yourjourneywillalwaysbeyoursalonetotravel.
Throughout our travels, we often breach into the unknown, be it in our minds and our hearts, or actual geographical
locations—it’s these experiences that help us to live, learn, and
discoverjustwhatlifeis.Indeed,thatmayverywellbethequestion that is the driving force for all of humanity. In fact, it could
easilybearguedthatthisiswhatmakesushuman—theabilityto
ask and sometimes ind the answers to the ultimate questions to
“life,theuniverse,andeverything.”Ihaveonlylivedonthisearth
foreighteenyears,butthesearesomeofthethingsIhavecometo
learnwhilstI’vebeenhere.
Different people spend their lives in search of different
things.Dependingontheperson,itcouldbeverygeneralorvery
speci ic.Itmaybewisdomorwealth,powerorpeace,isolationor
attention, or any number of other things. Personally, I search for
somethingverygeneral.IspendmytimetryingtodowhatIthink
isright.Isearchforthegood;inotherwords,IsearchforGod.
I have grown up in a Catholic family and my mother has
raised me and all my siblings to take our faith seriously. For the
pastnineyearsIattendedaveryCatholicschoolcalledTheAtonementAcademy.AlthoughIhaveinthepastquestionedandsecond
-guessed my faith, in the end it has always seemed to come
throughforme.IbelievethatGodistheveryessenceofallthatis
goodinthisuniverseandthatallthingsgoodareofGod.I’vealso
observedthatpeoplewholivetheirlivestryingtodowhatisright,
eventhoughitisnotalwayseasy,tendtolivehappier,morecontentlives,whilepeoplewhopaylittleattentiontorightandwrong
tendto,inthelongrun,suffermuchmore.Ihaveseenthismany
timeswithmyfriends,myfamily,andevenmyself.
There are, however, as I have learned, other ways apart
from just our external actions that bring us joy in life and closenesstoGod.Thereisalsomuchthatcanbedoneinternally.For
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MyTrain‐ illedDayof2009
ByStevieRayMartinez
OnaSaturdayinAugust2009,summerwascomingto an
endandschoolwasjusttwodaysaway.Iknewthatassummeris
ending, you should make the last few days of summer your best
onesyet.Ontheweekbefore,Ireceiveda lyeraboutatrainshow
beingheldinNewBraunfels,Texas.Trainshowsarealwaysfunto
gotoandthereareahundredkindsofdifferenttrainstolookat.It
was going to be held at the New Braunfels Convention Center. I
knewthatitwasgoingtobethebestlastdayofsummerIwould
ever have. Dad and I got into the car, took the lyer with us and
droveofftoNewBraunfels.
ItwasalongdrivetoNewBraunfels,butIdidn’tmindbecause I liked looking out the window to keep an eye out for any
trains.Afterabout iftyminutes,wemadeittotheconventioncenterwiththebigbannerthatsaid“TrainShow.”
Wewentinsideandturnedinthe lyertoreceiveourdiscount.Beforewewentin,oneofthemenatthefrontdoorgaveme
a ticket to ride the train at Landa Park. Dad and I walked in the
room and saw a lot of train layouts! There were big and little
trains, short and long trains, and a whole lot of other types of
trains running around their layouts. My favorite one was the OGaugelayoutmadebytheTinplateTrackersofAustin,TX.Iliked
watching the noisy colorful trains, running by the miniature
amusementpark.Afewhourslater,weleftthetrainshowtogoto
theNewBraunfelsRailroadMuseumthatiscloseby.
ThemuseumisanoldtrainstationthatisneartheUnion
Paci icmainline.IthadabigHOscaletrainlayoutinthewaiting
room. Thereiseven arealsteamlocomotiveandcabooseon display outside the station. I got to go inside the train and ring the
bell.Itwas harderthan Ithought, butIwas abletoringit. Afew
momentslater,Iheardatraincoming.Thegroundstartedshaking,
the crossing gates went down and three Union Paci ic diesel engines whooshed past the museum! I heard them honking their
horns and the clickety-clack of their wheels on the tracks. After
theypassedby,dadandIdecidedtogotoLandaParktousemy
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trainticket.
We got to the Landa Park depot and waited for the train.
Afteritarrived,Igavemytickettotheconductor;thetrainpulled
outofthedepotandwerodearoundthepark.Wesawchildrenin
theplayground,ducksintheriver,andpeoplewavingtousasour
train passed by. After the ride was over, we were just about to
leave when my mom called. She told us that the Christmas Carol
trainwasatSunsetStationindowntownSanAntonio.Dadaskedif
Iwantedtogo(sillyquestion!),soweheadedbacktoSanAntonio
andSunsetStation.
TheChristmasCaroltrainwasatrainthatwentacrossthe
U.S.andgavepeopleachancetolookatthecostumes,settingsand
pictures of the characters for the upcoming Disney movie, “A
Christmas Carol,” starring Jim Carrey. When Dad and I got to the
station,itwaslikeaChristmaswonderland.Thereweresnowmachines,carolers,andvideostalkingaboutwhatwewere aboutto
seeinthetrain.Wehadtowaitinalongline,beforegettingin.It
washotandmylegsgotsore,butIwaspatient.Onehourlater,we
got in the train. I saw all the costumes, settings and scenes from
themovie.Inthelastcar,wegottousetouchscreencomputersto
morphourfacesintooneofthefourcharactersfromthemovie.I
morphedmineintoEbenezerScrooge.DadmorphedhisintoTiny
Tim.BeforeIknewit,itwastimetogohome.Itwassuchafunlast
dayofsummer.Icouldn’twaittogetbacktoschoolandtellallmy
friends about my train- illed day.
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“ItisafarawayplanetIdiscoveredonmyradarjustlastweek.Itis
knownasZorgong.”
Thevoyagetookonlytwominutesandweallarrivedsafely.Well,atleastmostofarrivedsafely.CaptainThunderwatersuper laminglightningboltstartedtwitchingandthencouldn’t
breathe.Hediedinmyarmsandhislastwordswere,“I’mallergic
tomarshmallows.”
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MyLifeAftertheCase
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crimescenewherethepeopleweremurdered;now,thosepeople
weremurderedaswell.
Onceagain,bothofthevictimsalsohadmudontheirfeet.
Armando and I continued to wonder about why everyone would
havemudthere.
Afewmilesdownthestreet,therewasanabandonedfactory.Peoplesaidthatnooneeverwentinthere,butArmandoand
Iwenttocheckitoutanyway.Wesawthatthegatehadalockon
it,butthelockwas broken,sowewentin.Wefounddevastation
everywhere:therewerecof insallaround,anditwasreallydark.
Sodark,wecouldn’treallyseethecof insuntilArmandoraninto
one.Wewereterri iedforamoment,butthenweheardnoisesof
peopletalkingaboutthemurdercaseitself.Itwascleartousthat
theywerethekillers,butitwastoodarktoseetheirfaces.Weleft
beforetheysawus.
I called my friend Robert, the cop from the last case. I
askedhimtocheckoutthefactoryandtakeinanyonetheyfound.
Once we were out of the factory ourselves, I looked down at my
shoes and saw the exact same mud we had seen on the victims’
shoesinthehouse.IcalledRobertbackandtoldhimthis,too.
Robertwenttothefactoryandarrestedfourmen.Hegave
me the names of the four men, and I knew one of them from the
Room 178 case. He had broken out of prison, so Armando and I
wentintoquestionallfourofthesuspects.Theconvictwhohad
brokenoutofjailwastakenback,afterwequestionedhim.
Thefourmen’svoiceswereexactlythoseofthemenwe’d
heard in the darkened factory. We asked if they knew anything
aboutthedeathsinthe murderhouse.Weaskedwheretheyhad
beenonthedayofthemurders.Onlyoneperson’sstorychecked
out—therestwereclearlylying.Theonewhosestorycheckedout
toldusthewholestoryofthemurders.Hesaidthattheyluredall
of the victims to the factory with different stories, and then torturedandkilledthem.
Wewentbacktothefactoryandfoundallkindsofdifferentrooms,fulloftorturingtools.Therewereactuallythreepeople
stilltiedupinoneoftherooms.Theytolduswhattheirtorturers
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had done, and agreed to identify them for us. However, when the time
came,theyfoundthattheyhadforgottenwhattheirtorturerslookedlike.
Notonly that, wealsofoundoutthat the victims didn’t even knowwho
theythemselveswere.
Weputoutpostersfor“Found”persons.Thefamiliesofthevictimsstartedcallingthepolicetoidentifytheirfamilymembers.Oncethe
threevictimswerebackwiththeirfamilies,thepeaceandquietbeganto
trigger their memories, but two of the victims began dying, along with
theirfamilies!
ArmandoandIwerestunned.Wetriedto igureoutwhyallthe
people were dying. We had already imprisoned the torturers, so we
couldn’t igure out what was up. We put the third victim in protective
custody, and then we started getting a series of threatening letters that
saidwewouldbekilledifwedidn’tstoptheinvestigation.
Oneafternoon,Armando,myprofessor,andIwerestarving,soI
wentouttogetsomefoodforus,threeblocksfromourof ice.
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foggy, rainy, freezing, sleeting, hailing, snowing, storming, windy, very
warm,veryhumid,verycold,andverydry.Itwasallthesethingsatthe
sametime.Thenit inallystopped.Thepowercamebackon.Thewoman
sleptoverattheman’shouse.
The next day, the woman went over to her house and saw that
her house was torn up. She went inside her house and everything was
broken. Well, almost everything. The things that weren’t broken were
picturesofhermomanddadandotherimportantstuff.
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horribly wrong between the sisters. That’s when the two girls began to
hate each other so much they tried very hard to hurt one another, emotionallyandphysically.
Avivatriedtoexplainittohersistersbuttheyjustkept ightingand
ighting.Sheknewthatiftheykept ightinglikethis,oneday,theywould
possiblyendupkillingeachother,justlikeAdelinakilledCor-
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I wondered and then I spotted something. There was something
behindTristanthatlookedlikeashadow.Myeyeswidened.Isuddenlyrealizedwhatitwas.
No! He couldn’t have! He wouldn’t . . Would he?” I
wondered.WhywouldhemakeacontractwithaShadowMarion‐
ette?Thatdoesn'tmakesense!Heshouldhaveknownthatitwould
bedangerous,andthathewouldhavetogiveuphissoulinthepro‐
cess.
"AreyouthinkingwhatI’mthinking?"Aaronwhisperedto
me.Inoddedandwhisperedback,"He'sde initelybeentakenover
byaShadowMarionette,whichwouldexplainwhyhe'sactingthe
way he is. The Tristan we know would never willingly join the
Knights."
"That's true,” Aaron muttered. "But with these circumstances, even if what we suspect is true, it’s impossible to free
someonefromthegraspofaShadowMarionette."
“Guys,"Ryansaidtelepathically,"Youknowwhatwehaveto
do,right?"WeallnoddedandchargedatTristan.
"Fools!" Tristan shouted, "Do you really think that mere
pathetichumanslikeyouwouldbeabletostopme?"Yeswedo!We
willdefeatyou!Iscreamedinmymind.Atearofsorrowsliddown
my cheek, knowing that this was Tristan’s inal battle and we
would never see him again. The sound of gun shots and swords
clashingechoedaroundusaswefoughthim.Finallywewereable
tostrikethe inalblow.Tristanfelltogroundinpain.Therewasa
lickerofsadnessinhiseyes.
“I’m sorry, Tristan,” I whispered, as I held one gun to his
head and ired. Tristan’s now lifeless body hit the ground with a
thud. The men that had been with Tristan were now gone. They
probably ran away, those cowards, I thought. I sighed as I put my
armsaroundmycomrades.
“Wedidit,”Aaronsaid.
“We should probably bring Tristan’s body ba—” Ryan
stopped, when he realized that Tristan’s body was gone. It had
vanishedintothinair.
“Wheredidit—”
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example, the appreciation of all things beautiful and the love of
knowledgeandwisdomaresomelessdirectwaysofgainingakind
of closeness to Him. By admiring the creation and learning more
aboutit,wecan,inprofoundways,cometoadmireandunderstand
the creator. The funny thing is that this can often be done unconsciously.Tosomereaders,thismaysoundridiculousornaı̈ve,butI
have noticed that in many ways people who are passionate about
learning and have an appreciation for beauty, despite their religious beliefs or backgrounds, tend to be some of the kindest, best
peoplethatyou’llevermeet.
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WemanagedtogetourselvessettledintoourquartersandI
found out who was who on the ship. Colonel Anderson was the
teamcommander;hehadthekindofgazethatwouldscareyouto
death just by looking at it. Tom Seilhan and his sister Grace, who
hadofferedmethepaperbagafterthelaunch,bytheway,werethe
chieftechniciansontheNovalis.RickCochranwasbasicallythepilotoftheship.Iwastheuniversal,technicalandscienti icadvisor
on the project. We were strangers in space, embarking on a missiononlyfewknewabout.
I iguredIjustneededtorelaxforlittlewhilebeforewereallygotstartedonanything,soIwentintomyquartersandfellfast
asleep. In my dream, I was loating in space like in the last one I
had,butinsteadofseeingearth,Isawsomethingelse.IthoughtI
saw a swirling black cloud that hovered just above a blue bubblelikeenergy,whichIsoonrealizedwasabluegiantstar.Thecloud
seemed to be connected to the star by a kind of swirling vortex
pouring into the star, and the star was pumping, just like a heart.
Suddenly, I saw the cloud open and a blue light came from it! I
wokeupwithstart;Irealizeditwasjustanightmare,butwhatdid
itmean?EvenasIgotdressedIstillwondered.Whatwasitthat
destroyed the planet? Why was I picked for this mission? What
wouldhappentouswhenwereachedourdestination?
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andwascozier.
BackinCalix’skingdom,theprincewashavinganargument
with his vain stepmother. She insisted that Calix should choose
someone from her family as his bride, since she had lovely nieces
thatwere“almost”asbeautifulasshe.Calixrefused,becausehehad
metthemallofthemalready,andeverysingleoneofthemwasas
vainandsel ishastheiraunt.Calixwantedamodestandfairwife
whotreatedothersasequals.Inhisfury,hesetoffforthekingdom
wherethefamoussisterslivedbyhimself.
Onhiswaythere,heranintoapoorold ishermanwhowas
beggingforfood.Calixdidn’thavemuchfoodwithhim,buthesplit
his food with the old man generously. Then something odd happened.Thefoodanddrinksthattheyhaddidn’tseemtodiminish.
Instead,thedrinkswerealways illedandthefoodwasjustasfresh
and whole as before. Calix was so shocked by this that he almost
startedpanicking.Tohisamazement,theoldmanlaughedandexplainedtohimthathewasthegodZeusindisguise.However,what
heaskedCalixwasmoresurprisingtothananythingelse.
“So, I hear you’re a goodhearted prince who is out looking
forafancybride?”saidZeus.
“Y-yes sir. But it is not a fancy bride that I want. I want
someonethatiskindtoothersandtreatseveryoneasequals.”
“Isee.Andyoureallythinkthatyou’ll indherwhereyou’re
heading?”
“Well...Ihope.Ihearthattherearethreebeautifulsisters
therebeyondcompare,whoaregiftedwithsurpassingtalent.Everyonesaysthattheirtalentsequalmine,soitmustbea inematch.”
“And that is true, my boy. But I should warn you that appearancescanfoolyou.To indwhatyouwantyouwillneedtolook
deeper. Perhaps a disguise will do for a while? That way you will
seeforyourselfwhichoneistrueatheart.”
“Thatisgenius,”exclaimedCalix.“Ijusthaveonequestion,
mylord?”
“Askaway.”
“Whywereyoudisguisedasapoorhungrymortalinthe
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irstplace?Couldn’thaveyoudisguisedyourselfassomethingless
pitiful? And why are you here? Don’t you have better things in
Olympus?”
“Yesandno.Igetboredandlonelysometimesthere.WheneverthathappensIgoonlittleadventures,disguisedasamortal.I
don’t know what I’m searching for, but I feel that a part of me is
missing. However, I felt close to inding it when you treated me
well.”
“Well, you are the king of the gods and all I did was treat
youwithgoodhospitality.”
“Young man, that may just be it. A true king must have a
pureheartandtreatotherswiththegreatestcare;especiallythose
thataremoreunfortunate.BecauseyouhavehelpedmewhenIwas
inneed,Ishallgiveyouatokenofmygratitude.”
Zeussnappedhis ingersandasetofthemostbeautifuland
perfect crowns appeared. Zeus snapped his ingers a second time
and a magni icent wooden chest appeared with a golden key. The
godgrabbedthesmallercrownandlockeditinthewoodenchest.
ThenhehandedthegoldenkeytoCalixandsaid,“Givethiskeyto
theonethatyouchoose,soshecanopenthechestwhenitistime.
Appearances can be deceiving, so that is why I will transform you
sothatnobodywillrecognizeyou.”
Therewasasuddengoldenglowandwherethehandsome
princehadstood,nowstoodan oldbeggar.Theprincehadonthe
mostperfectdisguise.TheLordoftheSkythengrabbedthebigger
crownandsaidthathewouldsenditbacktotheprince’scastle.He
toldhimtowearitwhenhereturnedbacktothekingdom.
“You should be on your way soon. It is a long journey and
this disguise will only last for a week. However, because you’ve
proven yourself to be as kindhearted as everyone says, I will take
youtothekingdommyself.”
Zeussnappedhis ingersforthethirdtimethatday,andjust
like that, Calix appeared at the front of the palace gates.
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Aaroninterruptedmeandcried,“TheyprobablytookTristan’sbodywiththem!”
“—guys.Doyoureadme?”avoicesaidinmyear.
I pressed a button on my earpiece. “We hear you Haley,” I
said.
“Oh,thankgoodness,”Haleysaid,throughourearpieces,“I
wasbeginningtoworrythatyouguysweredead.”
“Asifwewouldbekilledthateasily,”Ryanreplied.
“Haley,” Aaron said. “There’s something we need to tell
you.”
“Hmm?”Haleysaid.“Whatseemstobetheproblem?”
“We ran into—” I started to say it, but Aaron inished: “—
Tristan.”
“Are you serious?!” Haley shouted. “What happened?”
IcringedasIreplied,“We’llexplainwhenwereturnto
base.”
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thosebighits,butonethingthatmanyfootballplayerswon’tadmit
isthattheyplaytoimpressgirls.Somegoforallthegirls,somego
for one in particular, but generally speaking, football players have
someoneonthesidelineswhomtheirwillingtobreakalegtoimpress.
Afterthegame,whenyou’rehappilysittinginyourbedand
yourmind inallyhastimetocalmdown,allyoufeelispainandexhaustion. Elbows bruised from trying to penetrate the defensive
line. Legs sore from running and low hits. I could go on and on
abouteverybodypartthat’ssoreandhowtheycametobesore,but
I’mnotgoingtowasteanytime.Itfeelslikeyougotdraggedtohell
andback.
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dead man, on my way out to the A-91 “Minotaur” gunship
landingpadsIsawsomeofthe“Ghosts”thatwereatthetraining range testing out their new SMGs the MP976a Enforcer
complete with tactical attachments for a XF98674 Colorized
ThermalScopewith15xzoomandaplaceforaGL69875GrenadeLauncher.Ihaveheardmanystoriesaboutthemlikethat
they can pass through solid mass like walls or metal or any
type of objects solid, liquid and gas without any injuries. My
dadwasaGhostaswellheservedfrom2598to2617buthe
hadtoquit duringwhatwouldbehis49thyear, hejoinedthe
militarywhenhewas17yearsold.ButonJanuary6th2627he
hadtoretirefromthemilitaryduetoaminorstrokehemade
ithomebuthewantedtogobackbuthewastoooldtorejoin
themaximumagelimittobeapartoftheGhostsis45myfatherwas52sohistimeinthemilitarywasof iciallyover.But
asIclamberedintotheshipIsawthatmyfriendsCapt.G1.T.J.
GoldandComm.AustinGarciaandCpl.CoryWeinbergwhois
in a special training program with us and then there is Cesar
who is basically cannon fodder and is mostly the decoy for
their unit The Ghost Squadron. I was real happy to see that
theymadeitthroughtraining.Ihavelittleaboutwhereweare
goingbutweareassignedtoThetaUnitwhichiscurrentlyout
on the planet Zeta Prima which is just south of the Delta PrimusAsteroidField,theylost3oftheirguyssowewerechosen
to get our butts to Zeta Prima ASAP. We are currently at
40,000 ft and climbing Jay threw up I couldn’t blame him he
getsairsickIhopesomeonegetshimanairsicknessbagsoon
likerightnow”.
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