Percibald Garcia isn’t an actor or voiceover artist. He’s not a teacher or childcare worker. But since May, the 27-year-old architect has been a popular storyteller among some kids in quarantine.
During the pandemic, weeks of confinement—no friends, no group activities—have been dull and dreary, especially for children.
“Almost nobody was looking after the way that kids were experiencing this lockdown,” Garcia says.
For months now, Garcia has taken his “wandering microphone” into the green spaces between buildings in an enormous Mexico City apartment complex. There he broadcasts stories while children listen.
During His time on Earth, Jesus told stories. He often spoke in parables because He knows that stories can reveal truth, overcome barriers, gather people together—and even change them.
Garcia reads stories like El Tlacuache Lunatico (The Crazy Opossum) by David Martín del Campo. He often plays songs by Mexican children’s composer Francisco Gabilondo Soler. Children pop up at the windows of the multistory buildings for the show. A few venture out with parents to sit on the grass or a bench.
“The public plaza has been extremely important in Mexico since the time of our ancestors,” Garcia notes. “It is where people meet, talk, where the life of a neighborhood develops.” The pandemic hit this aspect of life hard, because people have been encouraged not to go out or gather. He calls his reading project “De la Casa a la Plaza” (“From the house to the plaza”).
Garcia believes his readings help to reclaim those shared spaces—and stem the movement to a digital world. “In the last three months, everything has gone online—work, contacts, shopping,” he says. “This is an act of resistance in the face of this ferocious digitalization.”
Rogelio Morales listens from his grandmother’s window. Since March, the nine-year-old has spent much of his time playing video games. “The only thing I go out for is to walk my dog,” he says. “It’s a little boring.”
But of the storytelling, Rogelio says, “It’s nice. We can relax a little.”
Luna Gonzalez came outside with her mother. They listened to Garcia from a safe distance, both wearing face masks. “I imagine what the animals are like,” says Luna. “I get bored at home.”
Rogelio’s grandmother, Maria Elena Sevilla, also sits at the window. “It is not just children he is entertaining,” she says. “It is people of my age too.”
These days, most of his neighbors have cellphones, tablets, or computers. But Garcia wants them to hear the human voice—and thrill in the world of shared tales.
@ Everyone
Here is the next part of the first chapter of my Running Deer book:
Running Deer jumped as she felt a quick, sharp nudge. Apparently, her mind had wondered too far and now she was staring out into nothing (which made her appear quite undignified for a chief’s daughter with skill and dignity). She glared down at her brother, Little Bear, who was a pure bundle of mischief and seven year old energy. Running Deer prepared to turn back to her work, but was hindered by the look in his eye. The usual look of mischief that glinted in his eye was replace with a look of warning; it seemed to be saying, “Running Deer, hurry!” She then shot him a look that seemed to say, “Why?” Little Bear’s eyes franticly shot towards the door and back a few times. Running Deer didn’t understand.
Suddenly she heard an abrupt snap. Fearing it was another quill, she quickly looked down at the neglected work in her lap, and just in time! At that moment, the thick, heavy buffalo robe that covered the entrance to the lodge was moved aside, which let in sharp, frigid blast of northern October air. Running Deer shivered and looked up. There, in the doorway, stood her father, Numakiki chief, Shekeke. His deerskin tunic and leggings were dusted with a coating of early morning frost. His hair, which had been rimed with ice, was parted into three sections, two on each side, and one in the back. The side sections were cut to shoulder length and the back reached his waist. He was truly the largest man Running Deer had ever seen. Shekeke stalked into the large room, letting the buffalo robe fall back into place behind him. He settled himself in the center of the lodge, near the fire pit.
Just as her father had made himself comfortable a large, thick buffalo robe Running Deer’s mother had brought him, a young man of about eighteen ran in. His long hair was mussed by the wind. He skidded to a stop just before the fire pit. Shekeke looked up. The young man looked down at the dirt floor, ashamed of making such a hasty entrance.
“Darting Arrow,” Shekeke said kindly. He beckoned the young man, who ran over to the chief, knelt down to his ear, and whispered something it. A huge grin crept up the sides of Shekeke’s face. He nodded and said, “Bring them in.” Darting Arrow nodded, straitened up, and looked around the lodge. His eyes caught Running Deer’s and she quickly looked back down at her quillwork. As she began to work again, she felt the same blast of icy cold air she had felt when her father had entered, and by this she knew that who ever Shekeke had permitted to enter had done so. Running Deer assumed it was traders. (The Numakiki were a great trading tribe and Indians and white men came from all over to trade with them.) She then directed her attention to other things.
@ Bethy: I changed it because the book is from RD's point of view. Mandan is the tribe's American name and Numakiki is their name they call themselves. So, whenever I refer to the tribe in the book, I refer to them as the Numakiki. (Does that make any sense?)
@ All, NOTE: I have also changed her dad's name from Big White to Shekeke for the same reason I explained to Bethy above.
@ All: So, our grandmother (who funded our WNT subscription this year) said she might do it again this year! We may not be on for the beginning of May and come back on later; IDK, more information to come! I am praying she'll fund it again, we'll see! Just FYI. :D
@ Everyone (addition 2 above)
My longest comment EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ooh, and 33rd page!!!!!!!!!!!
@ Belwyn
Okay, that makes sense!
YEAH!!! That would be so awesome if you were able to stay!
Book:
1. 'she felt a quick, sharp nudge.' I feel like thee should be a comma after "sharp".
2. ' franticly' should be spelled "frantically".
3. 'let in sharp, frigid blast' put in an "a" before "sharp".
4. Do the Native Americans at this time have seasons? Would they know about October?
5. 'himself comfortable a large,' add a comma after "comfortable" .
6. Is the big man her father? If so, why does RD seem afraid?
7. This sentence: 'Just as her father had made himself comfortable a large, thick buffalo robe Running Deer’s mother had brought him, ' doesn't make sense UNLESS you mean to have the word ON. Is he making himself comfortable ON the buffalo skin?
8. 'that who ever' I think you might want it to be "whoever" but maybe not.
9. 'and Indians and white men' that's kind of a lot of "ands" so I would suggest that you take out the first "and" and replace it with a comma.
I just want to say: I love your word choice! You used some great vocabulary!
Have you figured out the cover yet?
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Mylee: Oh! You are so right! I remembered that earlier...and then I forgot! But thanks!
Dessie: Great story! And for your wordlist...ooh...this will be fun!
this is mylee
Bella you do a great job discripting your paragraph :). i hope she renews your subsription !
Dessie's Writing Plunge
It took me 15 minutes! Hope that was okay!
They were all traitors. That was the only thought that broke through Rowan’s shocked mind. As she looked around, it seemed as if everything was completely lost. Her kingdom, her capital city, was burning to the ground. The fire danced around, tantalizing her to touch the flames and just give up. She couldn’t be saved anyway. The rope that Richard had thrown to her had burned up. But he would have slashed it once she was half way up to kill her quicker, so it didn’t matter anyway.
Richard had been her last hope after Iseult, Serpentina, and Arthur had all betrayed her. But then again, they would think that she had betrayed them. But I’m not the one who lied and schemed, Rowan thought.
A wooden structure near her crumbled and fell to the ground. The noise brought Rowan out of her reverie. She saw how close the fire was getting. But it didn’t matter. All the secrets she had painstakingly had gotten, the traitors had too.
But soon she saw the shape of a person. Someone else left to die? Rowan wondered. It took her a while to see that it was Iseult.
“Oh my! What do my ears and eyes tell me? Is it the coward Rowan?” She shouted over the flames.
“I don’t know about coward, but it is me. Were you betrayed too?” Rowan asked.
Iseult laughed bitterly, “I was just trying to escape, when Richard told me I couldn’t and dropped me here. Now, unlike you, I was trying to find a way to escape when my pile burned up.”
Rowan looked around, looking for a way to escape. The thought had not yet really clicked with her yet. She had a sudden thought, “I suppose if we work together..one of us could escape.”
Iseult’s lips curled into a sneer, “Oh? One of us? Which one did you have in mind?”
Rowan took a deep breath and said calmly, “You.”
Iseult’s eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”
“Yes, but we have to work quickly.” Rowan said, reaching for some boxes and barrels that were left in the burning marketplace. “We need to get you over the wall, and from there you can dash to escape the flames.”
“Alright.” Now that Iseult was realizing that she was going to basically be killing Rowan, she felt a bit nervous.
Working together, they were able to stack enough boxes and barrels. Iseult climbed onto Rowan’s shoulders. Iseult was able to just rah the lip of the wall. She grabbed it, and flung herself over it.
Iseult was just in time too. The fire reached a barrel of oil, and the flames licked high. Rowan was gone.
Because of this selfless act, Iseult turned on the traitors and was able to restore peace to the kingdom.
Iseult became Queen, but she never forgot Rowan, the true Queen who changed her life.
Writing Plunge!
I felt sick. My father was the person who made the nooses out of rope to hang criminals. I helped. I don’t know. We don’t have hangings any more, since the revolution. But I want to tell you about one particular hanging that changed my life. About 4 years ago, when I was twelve, there was a criminal. He set fires, and attacked people. He attacked the princess once, slashing off her ear in the process. When we went to the public execution of this man, I stayed near the back. People called me a coward. But when all the people were chanting “Hang the traitor!”I was glad I couldn’t see. I couldn’t believe that I had helped make the instrument that would kill. That was when I realized that these people didn’t seem happy. They looked terrified. I couldn’t read very well, but I saw a sign, a poster, hanging from a wall. I looked closer to see what I would read and saw this,
By order of the king
You are happy that this horrible criminal is being taken care of
You aren’t sad that this man will die
If you do feel sad you are a coward
Anyone who doesn’t want to watch is a public coward
Being a public coward meant that you were in more danger of being caught doing something illegal. People hated you if you were a coward. But only because of the king.
That summer I started the revolution. It saved my life.
That "I don't know" at the
That "I don't know" at the begining was an accident
@ Caro
Oh! What a ending! Terrific!
:)
@Bethy, thanks! I liked writing it!
@All TypeWriters
Hey sorry been busy I just got back on here! I will try to do these last two plunges!!!!!! They look fun!!!
@Dessie You are so welcome!!!!!
@Caro's plunge:
Brianna stopped typing on her computer for a moment and looked up. The downpour had stopped outside and she could see a double rainbow from her window. She smiled at the beauty of it, and then went back to work. She was doing a research paper for school. They were to do one on any animal they wanted to, and since she was such a cat lover, she had of course chose cats. One of the interesting facts that she had found was the fact that a cat's whiskers were very sensitive, and any space that they could not fit through, the cat could not fit through either. That is, if they were not cut and were just growing naturally.
After finishing the paper, Brianna walked outside and over to her friend's house. "Hey Sandra, do you want to walk down to that new little ice cream shop with me and try it out?" she asked.
"Let me ask Mom."
"Ok."
Sandra ran off to find her mom and came back with the news that she was free to go. The two girls walked merrily outside and down the street, headed for the downtown area. They lived in a small town, with few cars on the road, except for the highway that ran through the middle of town. Most of the people were friendly, and the girls smiled and waved at the little kids playing in their yards who would look up and stare in wonder and admiration at the 'big kids' that could walk down the street by themselves! The girls hummed their favorite song along the way, and soon reached the little ice cream shop. The bell over the door jingled when they walked inside and and they went up to the counter. Looking over all the flavors, Brianna choose the peanut butter fudge, while Sandra picked out the mint chocolate chunk. The friendly worker scooped out their ice cream and soon the girls were on their way back to Snadra's house, licking their cones and chatting as they walked. When they reached her house, they screeched in surprise and horror as a blast of cold water hit their backs. Whirling around, they saw Sandra's twin little brothers doubling over with laughter. Though dripping wet, the two girls could not keep from laughing too, and shoving the rest of their cones in their mouth, they grabbed a second hose, and the water fight was on!
@Dessie's plunge
19 year old Tobias was ready with the sword when the door of the castle was broken down and the enemy thundered in.
"Upon them!" The king shouted. A terrific battle for life began. Tobias fought along side his best friend, Timothy, both slashing feriously with their swords. The shout of "Fire!" brought their attention to the houses inside the castle wall, which had been set aflame by the enemy. Some of the men dashed towards them carrying buckets of water in one hand and cutting their way through with swords in the other hand. In the midst of the fight, Tobias was pushed away from Timothy. Suddenly, they met face to face. And Timothy took his sword and tried thrusting it at Tobias. Stunned as he was, Tobias had quick enough wits to spring away just in time. "What are you doing?" He shouted.
"For Apollyon the Dark!" hollered Timothy.
Tobias stared in horror. Timothy had turned traitor. Sick to the stomach, Tobias knew he had to fight against his best friend now. He started thrusting his sword at Timothy. His sword sliced through the air, slashing off Timothy's ear. Timothy screamed in pair, and blood gushed from his head. He dropped his sword and clamed his hands on the side of his head. Dark red blood poured through his fingers and puddled on the ground. Not having the nerve to kill him on the spot, Tobias bound him and took his to the prison until after the fight had ended.
Later that day, after Apollyon the Dark had been driven away, an ashen faced Tobias walked down to the prison with guards and they took Timothy away to be hanged as a traitor. Tobias, as being the one who had captured him, slip the loop of rough rope around his neck. "Coward." he whispered in the ear that was still there. With tears in his eyes, but also with hatred in his heart, Tobias watched as his friend was pulled up on the scaffolding and left there to suffocate to death.
@ Riley
Great job! Those two were quite different.
@ Bethy
1. Um, I'm not sure...
2. and 3. I made the changes. Thanks!
4. I'm not sure, I'll look into it later.
5. 'himself comfortable a large,' add a comma after "comfortable" .
(6. Is the big man her father? If so, why does RD seem afraid? (Get back to later!))
7. 'Just as her father had made himself comfortable IN a large, thick buffalo robe Running Deer’s mother had brought him, ' There should have been an 'in' there
8. My computer said whoever would be wrong and their only suggestion would be 'whomever'. (But if u think it's wrong, I am ok not trusting my computer!)
9. I'll see what I can do to make it less run-on.
Thank you so much for ur suggestions! It means a lot!
@ Bethy
Not sure about what u said on 5...
No one will know why sorrow filled your eyes,
@Caro
Ok thanks! And great story!
@Riley
Those were amazing! What a creative way to use the words!
@Mylee
I liked it a whole lot!
@Bethy
Oh! What a tragic ending! :( But I loved it!
@Typewriters
Hope you guys enjoy my sorry excuse for a story... I was super distracted writing it...sorry it makes no sense... I like the storyline but the words seem all jumbled and I wish I could have come up with better, more creative uses for the words Rope and Fire. I might do another, better one soon...
Sir Brandon: Traitor? Coward?
Sir Brandon paced around the room. He wanted to tell everyone, but how could he? The kingdom would never accept a traitor, even if his betrayal failed and the he repented. “I guess I’m a coward as well.” He said aloud. Just then he heard a knock on the door, and in came Jacob Nogainer. Brandon went a little pale. Jacob was the man whom he had joined in betraying the king. “Hey, Brandon. ” Jacob snickered. “Failed, I see?” “About that…” Brandon began, then trailed off. Jacob would surely kill him if he found out that he no longer wished to serve him and wanted to go back to serving the rightful king. “I have a new scheme.” He said, eyeing Brandon with a challenge in his eye. “W-What’s that?” Brandon asked, nervously. “Meet me at our old meeting place in an hour.” Jacob said, exiting the room. Brandon was nervous. If he didn’t go, Jacob would hunt him down and kill him. “What to do?” He moaned.
An hour later, Brandon’s mind was resolved. He buckled on his sword and rode out to the place where he knew Jacob would await him. Thoughts swirled in his mind of different ways to die, the sword, fire, rope. But he concluded that the way he was going to die was the best. Finally he reached the spot. “Brandon. You’re late.” Jacob stepped out from behind a tree. “Jacob, I am no longer under your power. I am going back to serve the true king, and no longer will live as a traitor to my country.” He drew his sword, preparing for battle. Jacob drew his as well. “I knew you were no good the moment I set eyes on you!” He hissed, springing at Brandon. Brandon swerved and thrust upward, blocking the next stroke. Jacob’s eyes narrowed and he jabbed at Brandon’s head. Brandon tried to leap aside, but it was too late. The blow slashed across the side of his face, mangling his ear. Blood flowed down to his shoulder, and stained his cloak deep red. Brandon was astonished, but the adrenaline coursing through him was greater than the pain. With a cry he drove his sword into his enemy. Jacob fell to the ground, dead. For a moment Brandon stood in shock, it had been so easy. Brandon dropped his own sword, panting. His ear throbbed in pain. But he picked up his sword, ready to go back to the kingdom. He knew he would have to come up with reasons for his ear wound, and he didn’t know what he would say. Maybe it was time. He couldn’t be a coward forever. Maybe it was time to tell the king.
Like a flower which closes come the night,
@BELWYN
I'm so sorry I forgot this before! That was a really, really good! I loved it! Way TO GO!!!!!!
@Caro
Thats the poem ending. (I know, so cheesy right? I couldn't think of anything else...)
Like a flower which closes come the night,
@BELWYN
I'm so sorry I forgot this before! That was a really, really good! I loved it! Way TO GO!!!!!!
@Caro
Thats the poem ending. (I know, so cheesy right? I couldn't think of anything else...)
:)
@Dessie, can I post the whole thing for everyone?
@Dessie & Bethy
Thanks!!!! I tried hard!!!!!
@All TypeWriters
Ok so it is Mirela's turn to put up a list, right?
this is Kaewyn
Am i today or is Mirela?
@ Bethy
5. I personally don't think there should b a comma there; maybe something I said in the other comment will change ur mind...
6. I hate to sound rude, but does she really sound scared...? I mean, she just said he was the biggest man she'd ever seen, not that she was scared of him I am so sorry if I'm offending you, just wondering. :-)
@ All: It sounds positive that our grandmother will fund this year's subscription! Hooray!
@ Dessie S.
Thank you! :D (That was for me right? I mean, it wasn't that good...)
:D
@Bella and Kaewyn, Yay!
Hum tiddily tum tum La la la lala
@Bella.
Yes, that was for you and you did REALLY good!
@Caro
Sure!
@Typewriters
Yes it is Kaewyn's turn...if we are gong alphabetically
@Kaewyn
It is Mirela today, then you, then me.
Hum tiddily tum tum La la la lala
@Bella.
Yes, that was for you and you did REALLY good!
@Caro
Sure!
@Typewriters
Yes it is Kaewyn's turn...if we are gong alphabetically
@Dessie & Kaewyn
Oh yeah opps I was just looking at the list where we still called her Wyn sorry! Yeah it is Kaewyns turn sorry guys!
@ Bella
5: Yeah, I repeated myself, so just ignore it! Sorry...
6: Well it seemed liker her younger brother, Little Bear, seemed afraid, so I guess that made me think she was afraid. RD is supposed to not like Darting Arrow right? Maybe I got her emotions mixed up.
8: Oh, okay! That's fine! (I was going to see what my computer would put, but then I couldn't find it so...it's fine! :)
You didn't offend me at all! I'm so glad you'll be able to stay here!
@ Dessie
I don't want to bug you but...can you put the entire poem up? Btw, the ending was great!
@ Bethy
Yeah, I think Little Bear was worried she would disgrace herself ('Running Deer jumped as she felt a quick, sharp nudge. Apparently, her mind had wondered too far and now she was staring out into nothing (which made her appear quite undignified for a chief’s daughter with skill and dignity)' ), But if it doesn't make sense, PLZ tell me how I can change it! RD doesn't like (as in love, she doesn't think he is mean, bad, etc.) DA until much later. She thinks of him like a brother until then. (I think ur supposed to feel a little mixed up, it'll make a little more sense when I post the rest of the first chapter) (I feel weird saying 'I think' about my own book!) I'm so glad we can stay, too! Maybe I'll get to see us move to 'Lava Waterfall'!
@ All: Kaewyn is busy right now, but she will post her (very difficult) word list later!
@ Dessie
Ok, thanks so much for the encouragement! :)
@Bella
Ok!! I can't wait to see it!!! And BTW your book sounds really interesting!!!! And the part about her and Little Bear made perfect sense to me, so I would say not change it. And yeah what is the relationship between her and Darting Arrow again?
this is Kaewyn
Sorry I haven't had much time to sit down and type these words out. So here they are:
Llama
Spear
Algebra
Fainting
Lemonade
Dictionary
This is Dessie's Subject line poem! (The full one)
Poem Title: Who Are You?
Who are you, one who stands in shadow?
Who looks, unseeing, with eyes of sorrow?
Are you a king or prince of old?
Whose story is forgotten, or untold?
Do you have a dreadful secret?
Are you too afraid to even think of it?
Did you lose a friend or brother?
In death did they fall, and are gone forever?
Or wish that is now dead, or so it seems?
Does your heart ache with uncalled for sorrow?
Do you fear what shall happen tomorrow?
Is your past chasing, or haunting your mind?
Does your misfortune seem planned and timed?
Alas, no one shall ever know,
Your hidden grievance or your woe.
No one will know why sorrow filled your eyes,
Like a flower which closes come the night,
@ Riley
Okay, thanks so much! :D Running Deer and Darting Arrow are good friends and eventually get married.
@ Dessie
WHAT A BREATHTAKING, AMAZING, MAGNIFICENT, SUBERB, AND FANTASTIC POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GREAT JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D
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Bella: Okay...so does RD not like a certain person? Wasn't his name like "snake" or am I getting mixed up? Anyway, saying "I think" is something I do all the time! And okay, I think it makes sense.
Desarose: OHHH! How wonderfully amazing! Can I please copy it onto a document (with it saying "written by a typewriter") so I can keep it for future enjoyment? It really makes me think of some things of my story, and when I see things like that, it makes me be able to dive deeper into my story. But if you don't want me too, that's totally fine!
Kaewyn: Good list! I'll see what I come up with!
@ Bethy
Askook (snake) is DA's brother who wants to marry RD, but he is creepy and has no good character whatsoever! :) Great, thanks!
@Bella
Ok thanks!!!
@Dessie: Wow that is so cool!!!! Good job!! I love it! My poems never turn out so good!!!!!!
@Kaewyn's Plunge:
Amanda wiped the sweat off her brow after she came in from feeding their pet llamas. It was scorching hot outside, and there was no air conditioning. It was just as hot inside as out. She looked at an old spear on the wall that used to be her great-great-great-great- grandfathers when he lived with an African tribe in the jungles of Africa. "I wonder if it was as hot there as it is here," thought Amanda.
"Amanda!" called her mom.
"Yes?"
"Remeber, you still have your algebra problems to work out before you are finished with school."
"Yes I know." Amanda signed and grabbed her books from her desk and went outside. At least the little breeze there was could get to her. She had worked out her first problem out of six when her head began to throb from the heat. Pressing her fingers in her temple, Amanda worked on. She had a splitting headache by the third problem. In the middle of her fourth, the number began swimming in front of her eyes. She looked up but the trees were swimming and she saw blue dots before her eyes. Then she fell down in a dead faint. That was where he brother found her a few minutes later. "Mom!" he cried. "AManda's had a fainting spell from the heat!!" He grabbed the large dictionary that was on the table and propped her head on it. then he tried to wake her up. She finally came to and sat up. Her brain cleared and she remembered what happened. Her brother brought her a glass of lemonade to drink.
Late that night she heard her parents talking of moving.
"This if the seventh fainting spell she has had in the last eight days," her mom said. "it is too hot here for her."
"Yes. I guess we should start looking around. I need a better job anyway." her dad answered.
Amanda began to worry. She had lived here for five years now, and it was like her home. Other than the heat, she loved it. Where would they move? She fell asleep with troubled thought swirling in her head.
this is mylee
@Riley good job it sounds so interesting i want more ! JK . ALso when ya'll use RD for running deer i got confused and thought ya'll were talking about Riley D. LOL
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Riley: Great job!
Mylee: Oh...I can see that! Sorry! :)
Kaeywyn's Writing Plunge!
I took a bit too long, but it was really fun! I hope it makes sense, it's really weird, but just know that's it's a comedy!
Emma grabbed the heavy dictionary off the high shelf and flipped it to a random page, then she placed her finger on a word, and opened her eyes to see which one she had selected. Emma sighed, she knew the word “Spear” but she went ahead and read it anyway: “Spear is another word for knife, but should ONLY be used when describing a knife that you have peanut butter on and are about to put on bread”.
Well, Emm thought that was weird, and went to another word. This time it was “Lemonade: a substance that occurs when alfalfa, hay, and strawberries are placed in a trough and someone eats them all. The thing which has happened could be described as “lemonade.”
Emma was getting a bit anxious, so she tried once more. “Algebra: The feeling you get after fainting off a barrel inside a farm and your head lands in a mud puddle.”
Emma brushed it off as some sort of printing-issue. The days passed. Nothing exciting or unusual happened until one day. Her younger sister Martha was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“Ugh! My spear keeps getting stuck!” Martha complained.
Emma stopped short, “What did you say?” But Marth didn’t hear her.
Later that day, she passed by the pigs’ slops, which had fresh alfalfa, hay, and strawberries in it. Emma’s brother, Fisher was staring at the pig who was excitedly eating it. He mumbled, “We should give this fresh food more often, this pig has lemonade it!”
Emma shook her head in disbelief. SHe must be missing some key points.
As she walked back to the house, she passed Martha, who was in the act of fainting off a barrel in the farm. She fell down before Emma reached her, and her head hit into a mud puddle.
Beatrice, Emma’s other sister came running, “Wow, she really got the algebra!”
Emma then decided to get to the bottom of this, and found out that her pet Llama was trying to take over the world by changing words! Luckily she stopped him.
Then Emma woke up. But Martha had a bruise on her head.
P.S (NOT THE STORY) It looks so much shorter on this comment than on my word-processor!
@ Caro
Thank you so much for putting the poem up! (I thought it was Dessie before...oops!:)
@Above
Thanks!
@Bethy good job!!! Those dictionary descriptions were hilarious!!!
@ Riley
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!
You will live your life in agony after reading my Plunge
@Bethy
Yes you can...Glad you like it! And that was a great story!
@All who complimented my poem
Wow! Thanks! I didn't know it was all that great!
The Oddest (And Scariest) Day of my Life
“Don’t drink that!” I heard a voice call from behind me. I spun around to see a girl of about fifteen looking at the lemonade in my hand. “Why not?” I sniffed. “Because, I made it.” “Why should I not have a drink?” I asked, raising the glass to my lips again. DON’T!” The call was so commanding I stopped. “It’s-It’s been poisoned.” “No way!” I laughed. “It’s true!” The girl pleaded. “Did you poison it?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. “Yes, I did.” “And why would you do that?” “It’s none of your business.” “Fine.” I set the glass down. “Happy?” The girl let out a sigh of relief. “Yes.”
Later, as I sat at my desk busy with algebra, I heard a knock at my door. With a sigh I walked downstairs and opened it. It was the girl. “Oh, it’s you.” I said. “How did you know where I live?” “Followed you on my llama.” “Why?” “To give you this dictionary.” She produced a huge volume and handed it to me. “Why do I need this?” “I don’t know. I was told to give it to you.” With that she turned and left. I shook my head. How odd this day had been! But I carried the heavy book up to my room and opened it. A piece of paper fluttered to the ground. I picked it up. “Dear Ida May,” Were the first words. Ida May? That was me! I read on. “The lemonade you drunk earlier has been poisoned. You shall be fainting in death in a few hours. There is no cure. From A. L. Spear.” I was shocked. The girl had told me not to drink it, and yet she was told to give me the note as well! And why would anyone want to poison me? I am no one important. I shivered, and not from the cold. I wasn’t safe anymore. This defiantly needed delving into.
The End *lots of mischievous grins* (Sorry so short, I spent half my time in thought of what to do! Kaewyn, you got me there....)
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@Bethy, it is Dessie's, I found all of the bits and compiled them then posted them so everyone could read it since it is so good!
@All TypeWriters
Here is a poem I wrote for school. It is not very good, but.....
THE FORMING OF OUR GOVERNMENT
“Down with the British!”
We hear the men cry.
“Let’s have no more to do with them,
They’re sneaky and sly!
We’ll make our own country
That’s loyal, free, and true
If it’s a fight to the death,
We’ll do what we need to do!”
So on through the Revolution
Those dear, brave men fought
And when the war was over,
Their freedom - and ours- had they bought.
What had backed them during the war?
The Declaration of Independence, which was signed
On August the Second, 1776
All Americans to bind.
We did not want a king, so what should we do?
A new form of government was needed.
Determined men took up the case,
And a republic succeeded.
This new government worked a whole different way.
A President was at the top of the head
He did not make any of the laws-
Another branch, Congress, did that instead.
He could sign any law that he wanted to,
Or veto one and send it back.
With lots of other jobs, this office was hard;
Filling the office would take some knack.
Congress came up with all the laws
With the two different bodies it had.
One the Representatives, one the Senate,
For these we should be glad.
The third and last branch of this new government
Was the branch of the Supreme Court.
Any law they could disable
If the Constitution it did contort.
Together these three branches work
To make the place we live in
A free one, a true one,the best one-
A place we are proud to be in.
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