
16 February 2010
The Author on Vacation

15 February 2010
A President's Day Story
There was once a land known as Gindoris. At one time, Gindoris was a great Empire, ruled by an Emperor, but the differences between many of the people were too great, and the country split into 27 individual city-states. The people within these city states couldn't decide on names, so they name each other after letters in the alphabet. The A-tribe was the most populated city-state, and the Z-tribe was the least populated city-state. The A1 city-state was the only one not named after just a letter. For some reason, the other tribes gave it this name for its people's love of raising cows. The tribes were separated for so long, that all the good things that the Empire had given to the people had disappeared. A radical group of scholars wanted to reunite the tribes so that they might regain the greatness that the Empire had, but because none of the tribes could agree on who would lead them, the scholars proposed the creation of a democracy, run by presidents. All the tribes saw this as fair, so the democracy was begun, with a great president at their head. The president restored the greatness of the tribes and everybody was happy with him. Although the first few presidents were good, the presidents started becoming corrupt, and only candidates from the old A-tribe were getting elected. These A-tribe presidents would always give A_Tribe the best of everything. The other tribes became jealous and war broke out. Eventually, the A-Tribe was kicked out of the democracy, and everybody was happy and the democracy lived on forever. The A-tribe became a small, weak country known as Alabarkit, and the A1-tribe was renamed to the A-tribe. And everybody (except the A-tribe) lived happily ever after.
13 February 2010
Rabk- Part 10

12 February 2010
A Story I Just Wrote
There was a time when four whales roamed the oceans. Disliked by all the other whales, these whales roamed alone by themselves. One day, they reached the coast of an island. On the coast, they found an otter. The otter had never seen any whales before, so he came close to the whales to get a better look. The whales had no idea what the otter was, so they grabbed it and made a small cage to put it in. When they did this, the otter started crying. The whales asked the otter why he was crying, and the otter replied that he missed his home, so the whales set him free and let him go back to land to go home. The whales started to think. If the otter was so desperate to get home, then he must miss it a lot. The whales had been kicked out of there home, but they didn't miss it at all. The four whales wondered why they didn't miss their home, but the otter did. Then the smartest whale of the four (who wasn't very smart at all) had an idea. The only difference between the homes of the otter and the whales was that one was on land and the other was in the ocean, so the whales concluded that homes on land are much better than homes in the ocean. At once, the whales hopped out of the ocean and made their own home on land, and soon, they had many friends. All their friends were humans who all were wearing flowery shirts and almost all of them had a small, flashing electronic object which they pointed at the whales. With all these friends, the whales decided that they needed hobbies, like their friends. One of their friends was a fisherman, so the whales decided to take up fishing. They would jump in the water, grab random fish, build the fish tanks, and bring the fish back on land. Soon, the whales had the largest aquarium owned by marine mammals. Unfortunately, when the whales went fishing one day, they hopped into the water and went into a school of sardines. The sardines got sucked into the whales' blow holes, and all the whales drown.
THE STOPPING POINT
31 January 2010
Poem, C Momentous
This is the story of Bob the turtle
Who escaped from his tank
And ran off and played the Kazoo
He ran off playing his kazoo
And met a snake named George
George was thin and George was blue
And knew a turtle named Fred
Fred was Red. Fred was Slow
Fred knew how to play Bassoon
George knew how to play a large Trombone
So away they went playing kazoo, bassoon, and a large trombone
On their way, George saw frogs
He ran off to fry them, and cook them, and eat them
So Fred and Bob went on their way playing kazoo and bassoon
Then Fred saw Crickets, jumping with glee
He ran off to catch them and smash them and eat them all up
So Bob went on with his Kazoo, playing it as he went
Then Bob discovered he was alone
So he moped, and he groped, and he cried for so long
Then a beetle heard him and cried right along
Then they cried and they cried ‘til they got back
To Bob’s comfy tank which was such a rack
Then Bob’s owners found him and clapped with much joy
Singing “Bob has come back with a beetle bug boy!”