Friday, September 4 - Aliens in Egypt

                                                       King Tut and the Aliens

                        King Tutankhamun is sitting on his throne beside his wife, Ankhesenpaaten, he smiles. For the temple that honors their god, Amun, has just been finished. He can see it from his throne. King Tut stands up and walks towards the temple, his papyrus sandals scrape the ground as if moaning. "Everybody Out," he commands. Finally he alone. He bows his head and prays to his God. He prays for good fortune and a better rule than his father had. He prays that the child his wife is pregnant with is in good health and is a boy. As Tutankhamun walks out of the temple the ground shakes. All the sudden a blinding light and strong wind over takes him. An odd silver ship appears in front of him. "Show your face now," he exclaims. A green, bony arm with three fingers extends and so does the body attached to this arm. It is very tall- taller than King Tut who stands at 5"11. This creature must be at least 7". King Tut's hands are trembling but his dark eyes stay as hard as stone. "What is it you want?".  The alien starts speaking rather clearly actually. It says, "We are hear to honor you, for your people brought the God Amun back who we also worship." It went on to say it wanted to build a monmument in the King's honor. King Tut, after much thought, agreed. The catch was it would only be built after his death so his people would remember him.

                    (20 years later). The people of King Tut are in grieving. For their great King is dead. Somehow his body has already been places in the three giant pyramids. A note was left outside saying- we promised, now honor your king.

Thurday, September 4 - Historical Accuracy

                                                            The Martians

           "I like this one," I say. My mother and I are in a local clothing store in New York. She glances at my light blue, high necked dress. It hits right below my knees. I have a white jacket with a ruffled neckline over the top. My mother smiles approvingly. She says,"That should do for the party tonight." I almost feel guilty as the cashier rings up the clothes. Money has been tight since the stock market crash started a few years ago- it is 1932 right now. My father was unfortunately a banker when it happened. Thank goodness we got out hands on our money before it was all gone. As we start to head out the door, an urgent voice comes on the radio that is in the corner of the shop. My mothers blue eyes look at me concerned. " Stay where you are!",the voice says, " There has been speculation of an extraterrestrial species atop the Empire State Building!". I clicked my tan heels on the ground nervously. These things have become more prominent in our society since the crash. People seem to only believe that something out of this world could cause it. "Let's just go," my mother says rolling her eyes. These things are merely fictional to her. We are stopped dead in our trackers when we open the door of the shop. Outside, it is as if it is the day of the crash all over again. Hysteria.
         People are running and frantically screaming. Oddly people are physically fighting everywhere. Police block the streets and the store we are in. Their whistles only all to the chaos. What is happening I think. The police sees us trying to get out and he pushes us on the shoulders roughly back. If we were men he would not be handling us like that. He informs us the rumors are true and an entire team of police has already been killed by the Martians. "They are somehow controlling people," I vaguely here the officer say. All the sudden my vision and mind go blurry, a voice so foreign and disturbing rings in my head. Your mother will die if you do not kill that officer it tells me. I am scared but it is as if everything is underwater now and in slow motion. I have no control over my body. I am screaming for help but no one hears me. I see my hands grab a pair of scissors that are on a table beside the sewing machine in the store. I try to put the back but my hands only grip them tighter. I see my feet running to the officer. I don't want this! Get away from me! He can't hear me. Since you would not corporate I had to take control of your body, don't worry this is only temporary. Our species needs to wipe out every force of power in this country before we can take control. My mother and the officer are still talking and don't notice me coming behind them. Right before the scissors are buried in the officers neck, I mentally push this force in my mind away with all my might. It only gives me a second but now the scissors are coming towards me I see blood and hear my mother yelling at the officer to help her. She is crying. I smile at her then everything goes dark.

Wednesday, September 3 - Newspaper Article Rewrite

      Uncureds and Contamintated Foods

                                           By: Isabella Burlingame

           

            As the work months end and the uncureds are out of the cureds constant supervision, they will be tempted to eat contaminated foods. At their assigned academic course where they will be during the day, only decontaminated food will be provided. However, when the uncureds are out of academics on weekends they have potential access to contaminated food. Studies have shown uncureds consume 30% more contaminated foods on weekends. In order to stabilize our uncureds and keep them healthy until their curing day comes, we need to restrict their time away from us cureds so we see everything they are eating. Uncureds are in desperate need of a nutritious diet consisting of highly processed foods and sugars.

-Example of a healthy day of decontamina-ted  food

            How are the uncured getting access to these contaminated foods called “fruits” and “vegetables” ? They are receiving these foods from your so called friends or family. In the Old Country people used to grow up uncured forever. People are still doing this now undercover. We call them the resistance. Your own uncureds have had blood tests that show traces of evidence they are eating these foods from these sick people. A diet of these “fruits and vegetables” can cause you to be weaker, have loss of vision, and even cause death. The cure may not even work correctly with these foods in your uncureds bodies. It would be a shame to have to have them sent to The Cells.

            Do not allow your uncureds to go out on their own anymore. They need constant supervision. These resisters are not only feeding them life threatening foods- they are teaching them the ways of the Old Country. How has the New Country of U.S. found all of this out? We discovered a teacher at one of the most looked up to academic courses giving out free what are called “apples” to their students. After the entire group and teacher had tests and samples taken they were thrown into The Cells. Do not let this happen to you or your uncured.

                        Contaminated v.s. Decontaminated Diets

            The results from the test of the group of resisters were astonishing. The resisters    had traces of vitamins and protein in their blood. These “vitamins” and “protein” are    things that cause you to have muscle weakness, loss of vision, and depression. The people acted like animals. This is what happens if you go against the cured. You hurt only yourself. Decontaminated diets allow you to be more relaxed, energized, and overall healthier. Do not let your cureds out of sight. Protect them and feed them a healthy diet. Their cure depends on it.

           

Friday, August 29 - Two Moons

                   The Great  Discovery


      "Boss the radar is detecting a grade 7 storm that
will occur soon." Sunday, one of the researchers, says urgently.  "Five more minutes." Dr. Zaan says. They are on the verge of a huge scientific discovery - the proof of a super black hole in the ocean. It would lead to another planet possibly. Dr. Zaan had his researchers take samples and scans of the water and air around in this part of the ocean. The air has a different current in  this certain part of the ocean. Suddenly it starts raining from the gloomy gray clouds over head. The waves start to get angry and the submarine starts to rock back and fourth. "Boss we are going to be stuck in the storm if we don't move out now." Sunday says. Dr. Zaan is not listening he is staring at a strange whirlpool that has formed in the midst of the storm. The wind and waves really amp up now. The submarine is sucked into the whirl pool. People are screaming. Everything is black. Suddenly the windows of the sub show a beautiful calming orange- blue sunset. Everybody gets up amazed that they survived the storm. Dr. Zaan  tries to detect land and their current location. All the screens show is dark ness. "Open the top of the sub so we can properly view our surroundings." he orders. A dazed intern presses the button to open the top. Te researchers are overwhelmed by a huge glowing light. "The moon sure does look massive tonight." Sunday says. Dr. Zaan with wide eyes is practically tripping over himself when he sees it. Not only is there one massive moon, there is also a normal sized moon to the right of it. Dr. Zaan claps and points frantically. "Oh hes gone mad now." Don, his highest ranked researcher, says. All the researchers roll their eyes and look to where Dr. Zaan is pointing. Then the smug grins on their faces disappear. They see the two moons and the constellations are very unfamiliar. The realization that this is not home hits them like a wall.
        Everybody has been quiet for hours now. They don't know what to do. Dr. Zaan is the only sound in the silence. He just keeps whispering, "I was right. I was right." The group is scared. What if the life forms on this planet are unfriendly. Weird bird-raccoon creatures keep circling the sky above the submarine. They reach land finally. "Do we get off?" Sunday asks. "Why of course!" Dr. Zaan proclaims. (20 years later) "The award for the discovery of the black hole that leads to other galaxies and planets goes to... Dr. Zaan Riccardo!" Dr. Zaan looks at his team and they all remember that storm that led them to the best discovery of their lives. As well as unforgettable experiences.

Thursday, August 21 - Mystery Lady

                                                       The Lady
         
     The lady sits and waits in her old, wooden chair everyday. She waits for someone to notice her. She waits for her husband who will never be here again. Her clothes are of all different cloth. Her eyes have grown tired and red from the years of waiting. She is cold. The lady taps her long pointed nails on the arm of the chair. She sighs. It has been another day without him returning. The same thought that runs through her mind everyday comes to her again. Why did I have to get so angry. She looks at her wrinkled hands. These are the hands that killed him. The lady has a power like no other. She has not used her power in years because of what happened. The lady pets her black cat and waits another day. She waits for the end to come.


      

Wednesday, August 20 - Alter Ego

                                                              Who Are You Santa?

                    "Santa!" Mrs. Clause shouted. "I know!" he grumbled. It was the most miserable night of the year. Christmas Eve. Santa despised this every year. But, this night gave the best pay. Santa got milk and cookies all year however, the milk and cookies he would gather from every good boy and girl this Christmas were the best. This was the only reason Santa kept working every year. He could retire but the pay was to good. Santa looked at the "good" and "bad" list. This list was really just of kids who were good if they put out milk and cookies and bad if they didn't. Santa was forced by the head of The North Pole to bring gifts. Sad, considering it would be so easy to simply take the milk and cookies without offering a present to. Santa looked up at the sleigh in his dark black jacket and pair of jeans (yes Santa does not dress in a obnoxious red suit). He let out a sigh and climbed into the newly polished, gray sleigh. "On Dasher on Dancer on Prancer on Vixen on Conner and Cupid and  Donner and Blitzen! Over 2 million kids did not get presents that night. They should have left cookies Santa thought.

Thurday, August 28 - Space,2199

   
                                                        
                                                               The End
          

             Today is the day. The day we all predicted. Well, the day I predicted... Nora thinks to
herself. Nobody believes Nora that today is the end for everybody. She tried to warn them all. Everybody thinks she's crazy. How could a perfect world be destroyed? The pollution and toxins that the earth and other planets with life gives off has finally caused  the galaxy to suffer. It lasted a long time - all the way to year 2199. Thankfully, Nora has no friends or family to have to say goodbye to unless you count Hank. Hank is Nora's boss and, weirdly sometimes he is her friend. Hank is the only one who believes her and he has spent days crying in his safe of money. Hank is a filthy rich rapper. He is a "god" to some people. Hank doesn't want to lose this luxurious life. "Where is my LATTE?!" Hank yells to one of his assistants. Nora sighs. You would think that there would be a brilliant philosopher and the head of a scientific company but no, they have Hank. Nora looks at the clock one hour before the end.
            Hank is yelling and hitting people we have 5 seconds. Nora sits down and shuts her eyes. All her work was for nothing. She discovered the cure for cancer only to have the people die. To bad these people don't know what is about to happen. One second..... BOOM! Everything is shaking and rattling the ceiling collapses. Hank grabs his money and tries to run away. It's to late a huge chunk of the ceiling lands on him and he is killed instantly. Nora has a panged of sadness for a split second but then realizes nothing matters anymore. Her eyes and mouth are filled with rubble and dust. She faintly hears people screaming. Everything is bright. With Nora's last breath she thinks goodbye Milky Way- sorry we destroyed you.