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California

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I woke up in California with a jump. I was shaken until I was awoken. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to be woken up. Especially in California. I didn’t know any of the recent events that appeared to happen last night. I wasn’t sure I wanted to either. The hotel room I was staying in was in an uproar. There were pillows everywhere for a start. The feathers had been taken out and I knew then that I must have been in a daze. The furniture had been tossed and turned and was completely up-state. The curtains had been taken out of their sockets and folders and briefcases had been thrown about in a curious manner. I wasn’t sure what I did and I don’t want to really if I’m honest. Although I didn’t want to admit it I knew I had to. But the truth is that I was in big trouble. I don’t know what I was doing last night. However, there were some clues as to what might have happened. For starters there were many bits of paper with peculiar writing on them. They were tossed on the floor and there was signs of a struggle. Perhaps there had been a fight between some people. Or maybe I was at the scene of the crime… If it was a crime…

Things that weren’t meant to happen happened last night. I know what happened. I’m cross with myself for doing it. I had ransacked a businessman’s house and wrecked his things. But I realised then and there that I couldn’t weasel my way out of this one. California is a huge place, it’s in America… One of the largest places in the world. If there was one place I could run of to it would be either another country or simply another city. But I would probably go away to another country, or, even worse… I might hunt savagely in my sleep, like last night. Perhaps the police would come after me…

As I was slowly walking about the businessman’s house I came across something that horrified me. Staring into the bathroom I felt an urge of guilt. I had ruined this mans home. And it was all in my dreams. I looked at the broken things staring me in the face. It was a ghastly sight when I saw the bath. For what I saw now would haunt me forever. The bath was cracked into two parts, each separated by about thirty centimetres. But the horrifying bit was not the bathroom… It was the man. In those thirty centimetres lay the man. Was he dead? By the looks of it I believe that he was. He was scarred and bloody and had bits of metal sticking out of his head. I was horrified…

What can I do now?

Could Magic Happen?

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Cary On Tuesday

Could It be Magic…
That’s what I’m thinking, every second of disasters. Though every time I want to believe that something can turn into magic I keep thinking that the chance of it is one in a million. But no-one can be positive all the time. My time is running out, and every second I spend thinking is another second to what I’m dreading. I believe that the bad things become good things. Even then I always seem to dread the bad things. Though maybe this time the bad things will become good, and I won’t have to pay the price for something that I didn’t do. Because that’s what normally happens to me in the middle of disasters. But magic could happen now. There is a possibility that my beliefs could come true, and that I would come out on top again. Maybe it could happen, it might…
It will…
It might be able to happen and I finally think that I might make it. For everything that could happen I think that I might have a chance to win over my enemy. Every time I look into my enemy’s eyes I feel a sudden urge of hope. I realise that I might not win, that I might fall. But I have to be positive, I have to keep on believing. I always keep on moving in inelegance and I think I can finally outsmart someone and win the battle. Could it be magic? Or could it be bad? I don’t really know what I’m worrying about… What else could happen? Nothing… I’m going to win…

I’m winning! I’m going to out smarten my opponent. I am using my inelegance to beat him. He’s not really that smart. He challenged me to an IQ test and he got what he deserved. It’s magic! I’m beating him and he is the smartest kid in the class! I am amazed with myself! I am finally winning at something, finally beating him! He is not going to win, he is not going to outsmart me! Once I win I’m just going to walk away, so that its fair and even. I won’t rub it in his face like I normally would, but I’m going to let the fact that he has lost soak in. He is not used to losing, and he’s not going to like loosing. Especially to me. He hates me, he always walks past me and gloats to me that he is the smartest in the class. But I will finally show him that he can’t gloat and then expect to win at something. I guess I’m learning something today. That you don’t actually have to be good to win. It just comes to you. And victory feels good, victory feels very good. And now he is going to lose…

The final question and I could win this. It’s a hard one, and I can’t believe that I can do it. But I can do it. I know this question like the back of my hand. It’s the easiest question of them all:
“The square root of 169”
Some people may think that that is a hard question to answer, but not me. I can answer it in a second! I think… My mouth begins to move… I shout the answer…
“13!”
The answer is correct! I finally win what I’m destined to do! I’m free! And I can run!
I have won!
And I’m done!

A Time Genius

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A Time Genius

Time is a wonder to the world… A magnificent wonder. Time is a moving bubble in the existence. Everything revolves around time in one way or another simply because it has to. Time is one of the greatest discoveries in existence. Believe it or not but time itself loops around, every second repeating and every year repeating. Time never stop, it was created in the first few minutes of the universe. And it was in those first minutes that a black-coated figure, of short stature. This man took out a small, pocket device and turned a knob anti-clockwise. This man was the Time Genius…

AND HE CREATED TIME…

He put the pocket device into his coat pocket and helped himself to a sweet, a small chewy sweet that fizzed in your mouth and buzzed in your belly. It was a sweet from the twenty-second century, in about 2130 AD. How he got it no-one knew… no-one knew him. He didn’t give a care in the world about anyone or anything. Why should he? He had done enough for the world, he had created time, and he had created an invention. The only true thing in the world that he cared about was time. His splendid creation revolutionized the world, and gave it meaning. Without his invention the people of all the planets wouldn’t survive. Wouldn’t live at all without time itself. The Time Genius doesn’t show his face to anyone. He has no relations, no family and no friends. He watches over his invention and how the people of earth use it. He takes his eye over to the twenty-first century. This century was a century that changed the world to how we know it today. The best books were made. The best people were made. And the best inventions were made. The I-pad, which is being used in the twenty-second century right now. It is used to record data and to send results. And also over the years Steve Jobs has created some extra-ordinary inventions…

The time bike… A bike that takes you back to the most important bits of history to learn about it. But time can be dangerous, and without the help of The Time Genius, the world would have been destroyed by now. Earthlings have not used time correctly. And will cause the destruction of the human race…

But the time genius helps the people of earth. He helps the people of earth because they’re the species that treats his creation with the most respect. They have made the most inventions and treated his invention with the up most respect. The time Genius helps the people of the earth. He fights the people who treat time with rubbish respect. People that don’t like his invention.

He’s out there somewhere, watching over his invention in every time stream…

HIS NAME IS THE TIME GENIUS…

AND HE’S WHATCHING…

Silence

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SILENCE
There’s only one sound worse than any other sound… Silence.Thats the absolute worst noise. Many people witness that noise, and too many people give in to the silence. The silence breaks family’s, and once a family is broken, it never reunites again. Silence kills people, kills their spirit. Once something is properly broken it will and has never been fixed, it just haunts people’s dreams and memories. It kills, and haunts people forever…

You’ve probably guessed by now…
Silence, is DEATH…

Many people try to stop silence, but they fail. Even now in the twenty-first century we can only do our best. We can’t stop death. What’s after death no-one knows…
We can only try our best and hope that the best comes. But most of the time the best does not come. It sometimes depends how old you are or if you have an illness. But sometimes it’s some of the most gruesome things you can imagine that happen to people. Stuff like kidnapping and murderers. That’s the worst. You leave someone for a day or two and the next time you see them is at their funeral. Silence kills people and silence doesn’t care. It does what it can to see that people fall into a closing pit. That closing pit is the pit of what happens next. Nobody knows what happens after silence. Who really wants to?
Some people believe silence is good. Some people think not. Some people’s religion is to believe that silence is good. But for most people silence is not good. Or most people silence is worst part of your life and the worst part of your future. Everybody’s different.

But for me silence is not good. To me silence is just sadness and discomfort. Silence affect people all over the world whether they like it or not. Silence is sad, and after silence people just sit back and mourn. That’s because they’re sad. So sad, a relative or friend has just died and the only thing people can think of Is to feel sad… And sorry… Sorry for the people who died and sorry for the people who loved the silenced man. Silence is death… Silence is unstoppable. Silence will beat everyone just as it beats itself. Will silence ever die? Will we stop it? Death is a horrible thing,
SILENCE IS EVEN WORSE…

Star-Struck

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STAR-STRUCK

The show must go on…

That’s what I always say to myself in the middle of disasters. It works, and I always come back on top. I’m the star of the show. And without me the show can’t carry on. So that’s why I say it. Because the show can’t go on without me. I always try my very best when performing. Because I have to. People rely on me. Everyone looks up to me.

But now I’m in the situation when comforting myself won’t fix my problems. A disaster has happened. I’ve broken my leg. The star of the show has to dance in the show. And with my Brocken leg I’m afraid I can’t perform. What will I have to do? Will the show go on? Will I, Heather Grouper make it out on top? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. But I’ll figure them out one way or another. The show is special to me. You get that, don’t you? Well, even if you do. You won’t help me. No one helps me in the most difficult of times. But I have to hope. Hope that I will make it out on top, like I normally do. But I’m afraid that that won’t happen. And that I will fall, harder than I’ve ever fallen before. But I can’t doubt myself. I have people out there waiting to see me, to see me dance and shine in the spotlight. That’s the life for me. A life of fame and fortune. I love the glamour. I love when it’s all about me…

I’m starting to panic now. What If a replacement won’t come. Will I have to do it? I would like that. I would like to perform tonight. The show is about me. I’m the star, not some hippy fake! It’s my show, my spotlight. If someone performs for me then the show will not go on, I will destroy the show…

But remember what you said.
“The show must go on…”
Even though I hate to face it, it is the right thing to do. A replacement will be found. A replacement has to be found. If one isn’t found, then it will be a disaster. And the only thing worse than me not being in the show is the show being a disaster. It will ruin my career. I guess a replacement is better than me losing my job…

A replacement has finally been found! In a way that’s good news, but I’m star-struck. I was born in the spotlight, and to see it go is going to be an emotional sight. I remember every night me waiting in my dressing room, gazing into the mirror and beaming. And then finally walking onto the stage and starting to dance.
That’s really fun, and I hope I’ll be able to do it tomorrow, or next week.
The good news is that we have found a new replacement. Her names Barbara, and by the looks of it she’s a really good dancer and performer. I’m sitting in the front row, watching the performance. It’s good, really good. I’ve never really seen the show as a person in the audience… But now I am, I am happy. Happy for someone to do my job.
And as I remember saying nearly all the time,
The Show Must Go On…

Apology

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Apology

I realize I didn’t have to do it, but I had to try.

It was funny, really funny. Trust me, I know. I started the prank. It was funny, but sometimes funny can be bad. Like the time I set off the stink-bomb. Or the time that I set my parents alarm clock to 1:00 AM.

My naughtiness has benefits but sometimes brought me discomfort. I was sent to my room nearly all the time. Those were things that naughtiness brought you. People look over at you whenever you went out in public. Trust me, its great having all this attention. But I know that they are sending me looks of anger. They all hate what I did to them, in my prank. Do you want to know what I did? Do you want to know my punishment? I believe you do, so I’m going to tell you exactly what happened and exactly what my punishment was. Here we go…

So this is what I did. I had a plan, a plan to end all plans. And it involved baking soda, volcanoes. And I would need lots of them. Some people showed me arrogance. I ask of the simplest of things like to walk me to the park or take out the bins for me and they would just walk away. So I got them back. I set baking soda volcanos in every nook and cranny in their house. And boy it was hilarious! When they sat on the first volcano, they all just kept on coming. They kept on exploding! It was so funny…

The punishment was great. Bold even. I was sent to my room and even beaten and sentenced to be grounded, and that I would not step out of this house until further notice. I begged and pleaded. But the only thing that could fix the tiniest of my problems…

Was an APOLOGY…

Power Man

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Power Man

After all, tomorrow is another day…

That’s what I believed up until now. But know I realize that I was wrong. Tomorrow will not be pleasant, tomorrow will not be nice. I will try to avoid it, and try my hardest to stop it from happening. But of course I will fail, I will fall harder than I’ve ever fallen before. Unpleasant events will occur tomorrow. And I will be the cause of it. I should’ve thought about what I said, why did I say tomorrow would be different? Why would I lie to my son? He’s turning nine tomorrow, and I won’t be there to see it. I won’t be there to see the proudest moment of my son’s life. All I can do now is hope, hope that somehow I will make it out on top, like I do usually. But I’m afraid that wont happen. I won’t end as well as I hope. It will end worse, much, much worse than I plan. Way worse…
How will I end out? How will I, Arthur Rodgers survive?
The day I’ve been dreaded, the day I never wanted to happen. I’ve tried my very sheet to stop what’s going to happen. I’ve tried my best. I can’t do any better anymore. I’ve done everything. I was up all night. How can I manage what will happen, how can I manage? If I don’t even know what’s going to happen. I guess that might be an advantage, I don’t know what I’m looking for. Maybe it won’t be that bad. But my dream told me so, and my dreams never lie.

My dreams are always correct, I know so. Everything dream I dream happens sooner or later. But my dreams aren’t important. What’s important is going of to find what’s coming to get me. But it would come to me, I consider to myself. It’s coming after me. Should I run away so it won’t harm my family, or should I get my family out of the house and wait for it to come? I’m going to be brave. I’m going to get my family out of the house and wait for it to come. Hopefully, it won’t be too long. I can feel it coming. I have to act fast.
I’ve got my family out of the house, they’ve gone to the circus, but it will be over soon. It’s got to come soon. It’s coming now, I can feel it. I’m different, I’m strong, I’m powerful. I have powers beyond your dreams, I can punch through a wall. I can see into the future. How do I know this? I know this because my dreams told me. I foretold the future. I’m ready for the unthinkable…

It’s here! Everything I’ve been preparing myself for is here! It’s a soul demon. It’s a black shape shaped like a circle, its massive. I fly at it, I go straight through it, but my soul it being pulled towards the demon. My soul is being sucked away from me. My body is being sucked out of existence. But I know how to stop it. My dreams told me how. I have to breathe it in, and die. My time has come. It has to come. I’m not invincible. Now is my time to die. I suck it in…
M mouth is fuming, I want to open it again and scream. But instead, I swallow. My body falls onto the floor, and I die.
I finally what I was meant for. I was meant to stop this demon. I have fulfilled my purpose.

I must die now…

Goodbye…