There once was a man, wasn’t special to anyone or anything. He simply didn't have a life. He was a lonely FATALISTIC man, with no reason to live. He took shelter on the side of the street, under a bridge, after his family ALIENATED him from everything and threw him into the cold. One day he was doing what he would normally do, beg for money and happiness. He had a PAUCITY amount of food left; he needed to find more before he starved to death. He made the bold decision of leaving his humble abode to find something he could steal easily without being seen. As he made his way down the street to the commercial zone of the city, he watched people carry on with their lives trying his best not to OBTRUDE and disturb anyone. He watched one lady push her child along in a carriage, while her child screamed with discomfort. Then his eyes went to an old woman who seemed to be caring a very expensive bag. He thought to himself, maybe I could somehow run fast by and grab her bag, she wouldn’t see me. He started to run, but before he even got two steps he tripped over himself. He couldn’t even run right, he was just so bad at everything. His eyes started to tear up, he yet again felt useless. However when he picked his head up he saw a rusty old coin. At first he was LACKADAISICAL about it, because it just looked like an ordinary penny, what’s so special about that. Then when he looked closer he saw that it didn’t look like any kind of currency he had seen before. He picked it up and examined it more. As he got more confused by just staring at it, and every little detail of it, he finally decided to take it to a NUMISMATIST. Just to see if it would be worth anything at all. When he gave the rusting coin to the collector he impatiently waited for a response. Then next thing you know the dirty raggedy man was rich beyond his dreams. He had sold that coin for a million bucks! He was extremely ELATED, for the first time in 10 years. He had PENSIVELY thought about this for years, but he had never thought that his dream would come true. He was so happy he went spend money on a billboards that had EPIGRAMS of him bloating about his success. In fact he got so LICENTIOUS with his money that he became greedy and blew all his money on useless stuff. Not even 2 weeks after he came in possession of the money he ended up back on the streets, alone again. Still so lonely and stuck in dark, forever.
It all started when the young red headed boy picked up his first coin from off the ground. This sparked a fire inside his and he ended up collecting thousands of coins. Now, the young boy is all grown up and owns a sausage factory. But, all the machines for the sausage production were made out of the tons, and tons of coins he collected during his NUMISMATIST days. The young boy quickly became a millionaire due to the PAUCITY of sausages in his region. Then, out of nowhere he went into his beautiful sausage filled factory and as he was turning the keys to unlock the door someone bursted out of the door he was trying to go into. He remembers setting there in shock, all his thoughts shifted to FATALISTIC ideas, and the LICENTIOUS person was just looking at red haired boy. For a second they were both LACKADAISICAL, but then a massive falcon started screaming and the person, whos belly was looking rather plump in proportion to the rest of his body, took off in a sprint. The following weeks were not that ELATED, the person who broke into his factory ate all of the sausage he had in storage and broke the machine to produce the sausage. So, instead of the red haired boy becoming ALIENATED from everything he decided that he should look deep into his mind almost at a PENSIVE state. And, when he did that he found the truth. He learned that the person that ate all his sausages also owned a just built sausage factory. Once he found the correct coordinates for the LICENTIOUS factory he slowly gathered the courage to OBTRUDE into the opposing factory and did the same thing that the person did to him. As, the red haired boy ran out of the opposing factory he screamed an EPIGRAM, making sure the person knew never to come to his factory again.
Steven was completely obsessed with coins. Because he was a dedicated NUMISMATIST, he spent a majority of his time with coins opposed to people. This ALIENATED anyone he’d been close to, leaving him dependent upon his sole source of joy: coin collecting. He typically wouldn’t OBTRUDE others conversations, his loneliness led him to be FATALISTIC. He believed coins were his life now and that was quite alright with him. Every addition to his collection made him absolutely ELATED. However, his obsession and investment in the collection had left him very little money. Steven sat PENSIVELY, he certainly wasn’t going to sacrifice his collection nor was even entertaining the idea of stopping. His PAUCITY of money was an obstacle he brushed aside. If he couldn’t pay, he couldn’t pay. This became his motto; his fatal EPIGRAM. He resolved to steal coins for his collection.
The following week, there was an antique coin showing put on by NUMISMATISTS for the public; Steven decided to set up his own display. When doing so, he noticed a particularly LACKADAISICAL presenter at the next table over. Steven gradually worked his way over to his fellow NUMISMATIST and observed his behavior. Looking at his display, Steven took especial interest in a coin just within his reach, he looked up at the man to make sure he wouldn’t see the thievery about to ensue. The man stood gazing off into space with a calm look of content. LACKADAISICAL though he was, nothing could mask his sheer pride and joy in his collection. Steven froze, he found himself unable to follow through with such LICENTIOUS behavior. He smiled at him sadly, turned, and walked back to his own table a short distance away.
When he reached his own display, he found that his rarest, most prized coins were simply gone. He’d been so caught up admiring what others had, he didn’t realize he was losing what meant most to him. He was silent only for a moment before he stormed away, bitterly cursing his way of life.
My mother became red with anger; she walked toward the door. Every step pounded throughout the one story cabin. She swung the door open, leaving a crack on the wall. “ Leave! I never want you to come back, how dare you disrespect our family.” I left the house as my mother asked but i sat there on the doorstep PENSIVELY thinking about the events that occurred 5 minutes ago. I drifted away from the doorstep to a small walkway in the woods. The roads have the depth of a car running through it. I hope i’m not OBTRUDING on anyone property. As i walked down the hallway of the bright green leaves i thought why did i have to tell my mom now. My whole life my mom told me to become a baker, but i never saw my future there kneading dough. I wanted to be a trash collector. A loud bang interrupted my thoughts abruptly. I peered to the right and saw an old man squinting through the window. He soon opened the door to greet me, “Hello! come in, come in. You must be cold” his voice ELATED the mood between us. I walked forward into his home, walls cover with cabinets. Cabinets filled with shiny coins; he was a NUMISMATIST. My eyes wandered around his home as there was no PAUCITY or junk around his home. Boxes pulled high also I could not be able to the floor. The man offered me a cup of tea along with a boring EPIGRAM that I returned with a LACKADAISICAL fake laugh. I walked over to the green cabinet that caught my eye. I began to open it as a loud crack filled the room. I saw a man about my height shiny in copper. Coins of life size humans? I was wondering if it was FATALISTIC that I was trapped in this house with a LICENTIOUS man. I had to get out. My breathing stopped as I saw the shadow of the man entering the room. I booked it to the door before he was able to ALIENATE me from my dreams of becoming a garbage collector. I slammed the door in his face. The wind blowing my hair back as I ran down the familiar pathway, praying I’ll never walk down it again.
Its gaze ate away at my soul, with its dead eyes and skinny grey lifeless body darting all around me. It was circling me. There was a loud crack behind the creature in the dark woods but it seemed Lackadaisical and paid no attention to it. This thing looked starved it must of had a Paucity of food in the woods. With a tsunami of thoughts coming into my head i Pensively questioned whether to stay put or run for dear life. I wanted to run but i lost sight of the monster but could hear the ear piercing weez howling through the woods with few breaks of twigs. Then suddenly nothing. I didn't want to die so i Obtruded myself to run. I Was in full sprint, dodging trees and roots. I saw a grey shadow running parallel to me usings its fist to run like a gorilla. A smile came across its face with its sharp rotten teeth showing looking right at me. It took a sharp turn as a tripped onto the rock solid surface slamming my face. With an Elated excitement i sighed in relief. I got up and prayed for a car to drive by. In no time a car passed and i walked into the road making him come to a hard stop. He Licentiously got out of the car yelled some words and threw a beer bottle almost hitting me in the head. He go back in his car and drove past me not even giving me a chance to ask him for help i had no phone and i was exhausted. I wanted to know whether these events were fatalistic and if iwould learn anything from this. Another car drove by and stopped. He was an old man but not too old. He was nice enough to offer a night at his cabin and a ride in the morning after i explained my situation. I could tell he thought i was delusional from the expression on his face a small smirk with one eyebrow raised. He told me he was a Numismatist and entertained me with a couple Epigram about money that made me chuckle. One was “what is brown and has a head and a tail but no legs? A penny”. His cabin was a little way down the road and i wondered why he would Alienate himself out here in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't process what had happened i was getting wood for my camp and that thing emerged from the dark. I just needed to clear my mind. We arrived at the cabin 10 minutes later. It was a nice little house built from logs with a wood interior. I slept on his comfy couch for the night i immediately passed out. When i woke the man took me back to my site and i left right away and i never returned either. I don't know what i saw but i know it's still out there.
Charlie is lying in his bed at the Silver Oak Orphanage PENSIVELY thinking about how ELATED he’d be if some generous people were willing to adopt him. He wasn't hoping for much, just someone who wasn't LACKADAISICAL or something odd like a NUMISMATIST. He hated that profession for deeply personal reasons. His father Patrick Jones was one and collected rare coins before he was killed by a drunk driver while returning home from his office. Pat, as the family called him, had had worked fifty miles away in Los Angeles due to the PAUCITY of jobs in their small town. His mother had left him and his dad many years earlier and he didn’t have any other known relatives which is how he ended up in the orphanage. Pat always said Charlie’s mother was a bonkers women and took off with the Fed Ex delivery man one day. Charlie’s mother had a funny EPIGRAM that he remembered her always saying everyday. Charlie recalled that his father was very LACKADAISICAL at his job. He didn't enjoy it very much, but Charlie's dad had to do what was necessary for Charlie to be happy. You may wonder where Charlie's grandparents were located. They passed away when Charlie was very young, so it was just Charlie and his dad Pat at the house. When Charlie was placed in Silver Oak he ALIENATED himself from all the other children. Other kids would always OBTRUDE when Charlie was trying to read or sleep; he wanted to be alone. One of the people working at Silver Oak told Charlie that a couple was interested in adopting him. Charlie was really feeling FATALISTIC that he was going to have a family again. He will never forget his dad Pat, especially when he picks up an old coin.
There once was a NUMISMATIST named samuel Johnsen. Now Samuel collected many different types of coins he would generally OBTRUDE on many people's conversations asking if they have seen any new coin shops around. Many people either ignore him or yell at him to go away; they would wave their hands telling him to move along. But one day he met a woman, a gorgeous woman who seems to ALIENATE herself from others. Keeping her distance and minding her own business. The way she carried herself and the expression she gave about the world around her made Samuel fidget unconsciously. Just as always Samuel walked up to her and asked “ Pardon the interruption ma'am but have you seen any fancy new coins recently?” and to his surprise she answered sweetly saying “ as a matter of fact I have,” as she pulled out a beautifully crafted coin made of pure silver. “This is a Kew gardens first generation coin. They go for almost 150$” Samuel was ELATED. “It doesn’t matter to me” the lady said “ it was fate for you to ask which means it was destined for me to give you the coin i feel no sorrow giving it to you.” her FATALISTIC view on life throwing samuel into a tizzy. She seemed to have a odd feeling about her like she had a PAUCITY of excitement and happiness and has nothing else to live for because she only believed in the beginning and the end, not the time in between. She seemed almost LICENTIOUS like she wouldn't listen to anybody about anything because she just didn't care enough. But there was one thing she told him that changed him forever. She said “ life's short stop wasting time.” and then she handed him the coin, turned on her heel and walked into the thick of the busy city day. That EPIGRAM changed Samuels life. He changed his LACKADAISICAL lifestyle of collecting coins he instead sold them all using the money he earned from selling the coins he began traveling around seeing the world and bettering himself as a man. Many years later when he was old and sick he was visited by that same woman,still as young and beautiful as ever she told him that is short time was up. Samuel looked out the window as he lay there on the hospital bed and said “ even if my life was short to you, to me it was just long enough to let me accept what comes next. And with that Samuel Johnson passed on and the strange woman ceased to exist.
Hey, whats up? My name is Bobby I’m really into heavy metal but when I grow up i really want to be a Numismatist. A Numismatist is a coin collector. Don’t tell anyone this because it will ruin my reputation as a cool kid in school, because if you tell anyone that I want to be a coin collector when im older they will probably call me a geek and a loser so yeah just don’t tell anyone. Let’s talk about why im into heavy metal. One day when I was in school one of my friends named Joey came up to me and said listen to this 80’s and 90’s band named Slayer. Right when i put my headphones on I was hooked. The music made me feel Elated. I felt so happy and free when I listen to them. But there's one problem. My family doesn't like the type of music i listen to, or the way i style my hair, and even the clothes i wear. They always make fun of me and it really hurts because your family should always stand by u and give you support but not my family. Like so what I listen to heavy metal, I wear ripped jeans, I have a mohawk,and oh my god if only they found about the tattoo I have on my back. They would probably kill me and kick me out of the house. If my parents found of what i just told you they would be more Licentious.
One day Greg awoke to a beautiful sunny morning. He went downstairs, made his coffee and his bacon pancakes. He was especially ELATED today because he had just gotten a new haircut last night and was very excited to style it today and show it off to his friends. He PENSIVELY walked back upstairs to the bathroom, thinking dreamily about how he is going to make his hair look as slick and possible. He went into his cabinet to look for his got2b glued hair gel, and to his disbelief, he found a PAUCITY of gel! He must have used it all up on the weekend when he was getting his hair styled for that party! Greg believed that it must have been FATALISTIC. It was inevitable, eventually the got2b gel would have been used up. Greg couldn’t have amazing hair everyday, but why did it have to be today? He had just gotten a fresh cut. He began to have LICENTIOUS thoughts about how he would get gel to use in his hair. Then he remembered, his younger brother Timmy uses the same hair gel, he must have some that Greg could maybe steal. Timmy was pretty scrawny and always ALIENATED at school. He didn’t have many friends and collected coins all the time. He referred to himself as a professional NUMISMATIST. Either way, Greg could definitely beat him up if he got caught taking his gel. So Greg went across the hall to his brothers room and went inside. Timmy’s room was full of posters with EPIGRAMS and famous quotes all over them that Greg thought were pretty lame. Greg spotted his brother lying on the bed in the corner of the room staring at a computer screen looking very LACKADAISICAL. His brother asked him why he had to OBTRUDE into his room at such and early hour, but Greg didn’t respond. He went straight for his brothers bathroom. He found the was he was looking for on the top shelf. The got2b glue gel tube was nearly full. This was perfect. Greg snagged it, ran out of his brothers room into his bathroom, styled his hair making it look as slick as possible, and then went off to school feeling very confident and pleased with himself.
Each time I set my foot down to take a step I knew I was diving deeper into what would soon be recognized as a mistake. “Peter, we should start heading back soon; it will be completely dark in an hour.” I said in a shaky voice. He responded in a very LACKADAISICAL tone. “Don’t worry about it Kermit, nothing will happen.” I still don’t know how Peter convinced me into walking in the jungle with him. I was not ELATED with the fact that I had no idea where we were walking to. We finally came to a stop. I looked towards Peter who appeared very PENSIVE, as if he was trying to solve a math equation in his head. His facial expressions quickly changed to confusion. “I was completely sure I had seen it here.” “What are you talking about?” “The other day I had wondered in here alone. I saw a very shiny thing but I heard an animal growling so I ran away as fast as I could.” Only now did I remember how dangerous the jungle was. Peter had always been very OBTRUDE when he asked me to do things with him. I was never good at telling him I couldn’t. “Here it is!” I looked towards where Peter was pointing. Directly under us lay a coin, ALIENATED from the rest of the vines on the jungle floor. The coin was about the size of my palm. There was an unfamiliar engraving on both sides. Just as I picked it up to get a better look at it I heard faint whistling. An arrow appeared in the tree next to me. “Run,” Peter screamed. This could have been the stupidest EPIGRAM that ever came out of Peters mouth. Before I could even process the word “run” my legs were moving as fast as lightning. I saw the entrance to the jungle ahead of me. It had not even occur to me how tired my legs were. We had lost whoever had been trying to shoot us. I started to ask myself who was LICENTIOUS enough to shoot at two teenagers. “What was that?” I screamed over heavy breathing. “I have no idea. We need to go to my house now.” By the time we reached Peters house my heart was still beating one thousand miles per hour. Peter’s dad generously opened to door and asked us what had happened. Over shivering voices, we explained the series of events. “May I see the coin?” Peter’s dad asked. He was a NUMISMATIST, so I was not surprised by his interest in our discovery. “ This coin is extremely rare! It was created in the 17th century and a PAUCITY of them exist today.” Peter’s dad went on for around five minutes explaining how rare the coin was. As he spoke I focused on slowing down my breathing. As my mom’s car pulled up in the driveway, Peter started apologizing for bringing me in the jungle with him. “You can keep the coin if you want.” He said. I gratefully accepted his offer. My mom called the cops as soon as she heard the story. She was determined to find whoever had shot an arrow at me. However she was a FATALISTIC women so she did not punish me for going in the jungle. She just said “It was meant to be,” and let me carry on with my evening. The next morning I woke up in a very curious mood. I went to my desk to take a second look at the coin. To my surprise the coin was not there.
I went to go see our town’s local NUMISMATIST coin collection, Mr.Jürgen. His shop was ALIENATED like normal, he doesn’t ever have a lot of people in his shop anyways. Living in Quedlinburg Germany we don’t get many visitors. I usually go to Mr. Jürgen’s shop everyday but it’s been so LACKADAISICAL lately that I don’t want to go because he has a PAUCITY of coins and he has told me the story for how he has gotten them all. Although Mr.Jürgen is ELATED of his coin collection, not many people are. I try not to OBTRUDE and ask Mr.Jürgen questions from his past and if he always wanted to collect coins because when I did, it was silent for a bit. He told me that he didn’t want to be a coin collector but that he was very FATALISTIC with his future and thought something on the down low was a better option. He told me that eventually after a month he finally liked being a collector. Mr.Jürgen’s favorite thing to do when I walk in his little shop is to tell me EPIGRAMS to me everyday. One day he said to me, “It ain’t OVER ‘till it’s OVER.” He told me that’s his favorite epigram and Yogi Berra was the one who said it first. Little did I know he really liked baseball. It’s like, whenever someone said something to him about baseball he became PENSIVE for when he used to play.
One day there was a NUMISMATIST named Nick Kulina and he was a really good at finding coins in the ocean. Recently there is a PAUCITY of coins because people haven’t been making as many wishes. But Nick is in an ELATED mood, this is because his mom is always FATALISTIC and tells him there will be more coins one day when the universe decides there will be. Some times he is LICENTIOUS, he goes into the city fountains and collects all the coins. He does that because of the paucity of coins in the ocean. Today Nick is bringing his friends to the ocean to look for coins, but most of them think his hobby is LACKADAISICAL and boring. So the next day Nick is feeling PENSIVE and has the idea he goes to the hardware store and buys a pump sprayer for killing weeds. So he brings the pump sprayer to the ocean pumps it up and uses it like a scuba tank. Now he is finding more coins because he can stay underwater longer. So as he is swimming he see’s an octopus and the octopus has a mean face and Nick thinks that the octopus is trying to OBTRUDE him into a wrestling match. So Nick screams underwater wrestling match! Which was an EPIGRAM, and him and the octopus wrestle but Nick sadly loses. Suddenly Nick wakes up and it was all a dream and he is in the middle of the woods ALIENATED from society.
The airport was rough for Snifma Pitts. He paid too much for lunch and he dropped and cracked his phone. Next was the metal detector. He was a NUMISMATIST so all he could think about was how he’s going to get $250 worth of coins through them. All anyone around him is thinking is what that raunchy smell is and what is that stain on his shirt. Some random 87 year old woman with tattoos all over arms and neck decided to bud in and OBTRUDE. “What the heck is taking you so long you goofy looking loser!?” She said with an angry voice. Snifma was furious. He dropped his suitcase to go confront her, the suitcase popped open and out came all the coins. He has a PAUCITY of coin rolls so all 1000 quarters came rolling out. It was from this moment on, Snifma became FATALISTIC. He just gave up in life. He began to ALIENATE himself. He started drinking and before he knew it he was an alcoholic. He’d show up to work drunk and fall asleep in the bathroom. His coworkers would always ask him why he was so LACKADAISICAL but he’d always flip them off. He started doing very LICENTIOUS things to his coworker who he’d been giving PENSIVE things to like chocolates and flowers. She never liked him. Didn’t even know his name. Whenever Sifma saw her, he always became so ELATED and would forget about the depression his doctor prescribed him with. He had a note from her (that he stole from her desk) hung up on his cubicle wall next to his EPIGRAM from Jay Z and Kanye West. One day though she saw it and called him an ugly creepy old guy. He lost it. He left work and went straight to the bar to drink his feelings away. After 12 or so beers, he decided to take the scenic route home. He never got home that night.
It all starts in this house. With the NUMISMATIST that is LICENTIOUS. His name is John and he is LICENTIOUS because he steals and he is a meth addict. John likes to collect coins. He has a PAUCITY of morals.John has a lack of morals because his life has gone down the drain. Now he is thinking like a FATALISTIC freak. John does not OBTRUDE in conversations because he is LACKADAISICAL. He is PENSIVE about his drugs and is very ELATED and excited when he gets more. He ALIENATES himself from people. His famous EPIGRAM is “ If you don't have drugs get some more”. John is very ELATED now that someone has come to help him. He has gone to rehab and is now a fresh new man. Now his pastime instead of doing drugs he is a NUMISMATIST and likes to collect coins.
There lives a NUMISMATIST who collects coins; his name is Jevvyjev. He hates the world and everything about life. He is completely FATALISTIC and just lays around on the couch all day knowing he can’t change his fate in pathetic, dreamy, LACKADAISICAL, PENSIVE thought. He has a PAUCITY of motivation, didn’t feel like anything and has to OBTRUDE and force himself into getting up to get food. His non ELATED, non excited behavior caused him to ALIENATE from others and have no friends. No inspirational EPIGRAM or quote could fix his LICENTIOUS, corrupt lifestyle. Jevvyjev lives a sad, miserable life and will probably die alone.
I’m not usually a FATALIST but I always dread Christmas. Even though most people are happy,ELATED even, for the holidays but they just put me in such a LACKADAISICAL mood. It all started when I was around 10 years old, that year on Christmas day, I noticed a PAUCITY of gits underneath the tree; there was only a single package. I was the most PENSIVE I’d ever been, thinking hard all morning as to why there was just that one gift under the tree and what it could be. I could not believe my parents would be so disrespectful and not buy me a bunch of Christmas present. It was just such a mean and LICENTIOUS action. I looked at my mom and she laughed and said “Wow it looks a little empty under the tree this year.” That made me roll my eyes into the back of my head, I was seriously upset this was no time for EPIGRAMS. I felt so ALIENATED, I had no gifts and my family didn’t even care! I had been good all year so I knew I deserved more for Christmas, and there was no way for me to OBTRUDE into this situation. When I finally opened the single present, I was appalled to see the box contained an assortment of coins. I didn’t know what to say or think. I was 10 years old, what would I do with a bunch of random coins? My dad sat beside me and told me all these coins would be very valuable one day and it would pay off to be a NUMISMATIST.
John was not by any means ELATED to be in the office, however he knew exactly why he had been sent there. As the principal went on and on flapping his gums about respect and character John began to contemplate the LICENTIOUS behaviors listed on his referral to the office. It included things such as bullying classmates and ALIENATING them. When a student had brought in a part of his father’s coin collection for show and tell, John had yelled “Being a NUMISMATIST is the most boring hobby he could think of?” He had shown a complete PAUCITY of respect for others, especially his classmates and teachers. His teachers mentioned that he seemed LACKADAISICAL in class when he wasn't busy bullying other children. Just the week before John had actually succeeded in making Mrs. Boyle lose her marbles after making a dumb face and mocking another one of her atrocities of an EPIGRAM. He loved Mrs. Boyle, he really did, but poetry and writing were definitely not her calling. John wasn’t FATALISTIC. He knew he had caused this to be done to himself. Earlier this day he had OBTRUDED on a bathroom stall and thrown a heap of soaked paper towels onto a victim he had thought was his friend judging by his shoes. He had absolutely no clue why the principal owned the same pair of blue vans that Jordan does. So as a very damp looking Doctor Alvarez finished his classic speech about showing some more PENSIVE behavior, John made one of his best fake apologies yet, and was allowed to leave the office. Upon his return to class, where Trigonometry had just started, John remembered something. He hates Trigonometry, and everything that goes along with it. There was no way he was going to the last 30 minutes of that class, not even a chance. “Not to fear” he thought to himself, “not to fear”. And as he rounded the last corner towards Trigonometry class he saw a nice, shiny, red fire alarm trigger, with his name written all over it.
One day Kevin the NUMISMATIST awoke to a loud noise at first he checked his massive coin collection but it was alright.That loud noise made him realise that he must seek out the shalala coin hidden deep in the adk mountains. He checked his wonderful home disguised as a tree house to see if there was any break ins but there wasn't just a map at the door. Kevin was ELATED and so so joyful that this mysterious map had shown up on his front door. He decided to read the map which told him to go to whiteface mountain to seek out the shalala coin which was buried deep in the dwarven caves. Kev thought of a EPIGRAM shall go forth to the Whiteface and uncover this long lost coin. It was inevitable that Kevin shall battle the great dwarven guard named Hugo the Baboon. Huge was skillful with swords and for kev to face him he must obtain the greatest sword from The armory. I shall never be afraid even though i've been ALIENATED and distanced from my family but who cares i shall be rich after i find the Shalala coin. Kevin decided to OBTRUDE on the armory in the darkness of night. To Kevin's luck he found an open latch and he snuck in quickly and eventually found the lababa sword. The lababa sword was an ancient sword birthed from Hiyo shingling an old sword master. Kevin quickly retreated to his tree house to sharpen and prepare for the long journey ahead of him. Kevin is never alone truly because he has his pet rat named Ronald Zootskin who is of great company to Kevin. Kevin the numismatist is very FATALISTIC because he knows what his future holds he knows it holds many coin collecting Grammys and respect among all coin collectors. Kevin was packing up the last of his gear and feeling very PENSIVE about finding the rare shalala coin until the top Numismatist of the land showed up. Clarence the top coin collector was MORALLY UNRESTRAINED and started calling out kevin saying “your a phoney! You suck at coin collection” kevin became furious with these accusations. Kevin sprinted at Clarence and punched on his bunns till he was crying like a toddler. That LICENTIOUS activity made kevin even more pumped to find the Shalala coin.Kevin set off to find the coin the first thing kevin did was buy a bus ticket to Lake Placid New York. On kevins way here he saw lots of PAUCY especially in this town called tupper lake. Kevin became LACKADAISICAL and passed out. When kevin awoke everyone was getting off the bus so he packed up his gear and headed off the bus. Huge the great protector of the shalala coin and adirondacks had heard this news of a coin collector coming. That was coming to the adks to uncover an ancient coin. Huge didnt like this and he knew where to be waiting. As soon as Kevin had set foot on the pesteen lake placid pavement Huge was there Waiting for him. Kevin took out his sword and preceded to dwindle it. Huge was just waiting in his birthday suit no weapon just his fists of awesomeness. Kevin ran at huge with such courage but it didn't work. Huge dodged his swing of the sword and tripped him and kevin cracked his head on the pavement.
The streets were empty and dark. A man named Ahjid walked along the sidewalk PENSIVELY, thinking about the situation he had just been in. He was in an alleyway when he saw a gang killing something with baseball bats. One man was ALIENATED from the group; he was observing the rest. He decided that he’d best not OBTRUDE into the situation and so he left the alleyway. Ahjid was a NUMISMATIST and was very fascinated by the value and concept of coins. He always felt LACKADAISICAL about anything but coins. As he walked, he saw some rare coins on the ground and thought an EPIGRAM, 'well isn’t this just FATALISTIC, it must mean the coins are dead!' Ahjid’s sense of humor was awful, as you can see. Ahjid picked up the change and counted 3 coins and then put it in his pocket and kept walking. When Ahjid came home ELATED to put his new coins in his collection. He pulled the money out and put it on his kitchen table. He could tell there was a PAUCITY of change when he looked down and only saw 2 coins. Ironically, he had lost the most rare coin of the batch. He instantly became annoyed and started tearing his house to shreds. Ripping down curtains, tearing at the wallpaper, throwing chairs around. He had thrown a skillet into his window and then through his coins out with it. He stopped and looked around and knew he had done something LICENTIOUS. Ahjid thought 'better luck next time, I guess.'
The cops were called because a man was acting LICENTIOUS at the gas station. Apparently the guy was a NUMISMATIST because he worked for a museum. He had a PAUCITY of money and and he had just lost his job. He was FATALISTIC that he would never lose his job at the museum because he loved working there so much. The police had to OBTRUDE because he was acting crazy in the gas station. He became very PENSIVE after he was told he could do anything in life by his parents when he was younger. Apparently he was fired after he was so LACKADAISICAL at work and didn’t do his job. They had to ALIENATE him and put him in solitary confinement for acting so crazy in the store. He wasn’t very ELATED because he didn’t just wants his job back. In the EPIGRAM of debate he was just insane.
One day Lexi went to the NUMISMATIST when she was in New York City. On the busy crosswalk of the world, She came across a extra sparkly coin and thought she could get quite a lot for it. She was FATALISTIC because she was having a hard time paying off her student loans. She walked into the shop on 34th street and was ELATED thinking she will have no more money problems and could focus on getting her own place. The NUMISMATIST was busy talking to another customer but Lexi OBTRUDED into the conversation. The customer was so mad he became LICENTIOUS and started ranting. “Nobody listens to me!” he shouted. Lexi had a PAUCITY of words. She slowly heading for the door. At the moment, she was alienated. She came back in a week and apologized for what went on. The shop owner said it was okay since the man was crazy. He had EPIGRAMS above his door which was cool. The subject quickly changed. “I have this coin, It looks rare. Can you tell me if it is?” said Lexi. “Sure” the man said. He carefully scanned it. “Well, This isn’t going to make you happy, But it’s just a polished penny”. Said the man. Lexi was devastated and was curious on who would polish pennies. “Oh okay thank you for your time, It was PENSIVE of you”. Said Lexi. Lexi walked out of the store back to the subway. “Oh well” she said. Lexi never touched a penny again.
This is Hunters idk what this name is. The majestic pink sky illuminated the Chicago skyline. The PENSIVE sky makes me dream about how things become so beautiful. The Windy City never slows down. The LICENTIOUS gangs, steal everything and scavenge the streets for an extra meal. They have no PAUCITY of drugs and alcohol, and they’ll do anything to get a quick buck. I like to think i live on the good sign of town, my street is filled with old NUMISMATISTS and retired old folk. It's peaceful and makes me feel, calm and relaxed. The commute to work never gets old though. I don’t own a car, so i either ride my bike or walk. I feel like I OBTRUDE myself into doing it but it keeps things interested. I'm never LACKADAISICAL when i walk past their homes. I’ve been shot at, threatened, and even kidnapped for a couple days. Their hideouts consist of smokey rooms, awful smelling salts and drugs all of the walls. But as they ALIENATE the police and the rest of the city, they’re very suspicious about outside people. The gang leader, a weathered man who looks to be in his late 40’s stares down at me in disgust. His face is splattered in tattos, he arms and legs completely covered with gang signs and weapons and drugs. His head is shaved, with a tiny stubble under his chin. “Why you come here” he asks in the dangerous tone. Myself being FATALISTIC thought this was how I was destined to die. I reply back in a quiet tone, “I’m lost.” The man suddenly becomes very ELATED and starts to laugh, then he lets me leave the area untouched. I feel like that was almost to easy to escape. On my way out I say a funny EPIGRAM to him and when I open the door, three men grab men and throw a bag over my head and then I blackout. To be continued...
Sometimes, Peter wondered if his life was going anywhere, sitting in his office in the Trey & Company law offices in Marlton. Quietly tapping away on his keyboard, he surfed Amazon for some new decor. Sometimes indulging in capitalism helps fill the voids in your life, but hey, we’re all gonna die anyway, so what’s the point in buying houseplants? Maybe he’s just being FATALISTIC. Maybe he needs a new hobby. Sighing, Peter puts his head on his desk, pondering whether or not it’d be acceptable to take a nap instead of doing payroll. The answer is no, but he’s not one to care about what’s acceptable or not. As his eyes drift close, he’s jolted awake by a bang at his door. “Peter! How’s payroll going?” His boss, Elliot comes through the door, and Peter quickly closes the Amazon page. “It’s coming along sir, though I wish you’d wait to open my door.” He pouts, eyes drifting to his payroll program. It’s empty. Whoops. “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to OBTRUDE on your shopping.” Elliot gives him a knowing look, winking. “Don’t worry about it, payroll isn’t for a few more days, but be sure to do some work today. I didn’t hire you to sit and look pretty.” “Sorry, sir, I’m just tired today, I guess.” Peter kept his head down. He’s not good with eye contact with people. Or animals. Or anything with eyes. That’s off-topic, he just needs a nap. “Well, if you’re not feeling well, maybe you should go home today. You can always work overtime tomorrow.” He walks over to Peter’s desk, and takes a look around the office. “Hopefully you get some furniture for Christmas, there’s only one chair in here, Peter. Do you normally live with such PAUCITY?” “Maybe. I’m sorry, sir, can I leave? I think I need to lie down.” Standing up, Peter starts turning off his laptop, packing away the pencils and chargers that litter his desk. Elliot moves out of his way, letting Peter walk out of the office. “Fix that LACKADAISICAL attitude and I’ll give you a raise.” Elliot calls out to his employee as he left the building. “It’s the depression, sir.” Peter answered back, hearing a laugh from his boss. It wasn’t a joke, but whatever. At least he got to go home. Walking down the sidewalk, Peter glances around at the displays in the shop windows near him. Christmas ornamentation and objects are everywhere. Peter doesn’t particularly care about the holidays. The worst part is picking out presents; that’s just a whole ball of anxiety waiting to explode. Maybe he could turn his older sister into a NUMISMATIST, and just give her coins every Christmas. No, wait, she’s not a giant nerd, but maybe his uncle? You know what, maybe he thinks too much, he should just buy everyone coasters. Everyone likes coasters. He feels a bump on his shoulder as he runs into a person. Oh, no. They were carrying so much. “Oh, goodness, I-I’m really-” He’s dropped down to help pick up one of the bags when he feels someone’s hand grab his shoulder. Jolting, he looks up to see a woman. Someone he feels like he should know, but somehow doesn’t. “Peter?” She speaks, looking at his face. That’s not good. Maybe she’s a stalker. Who would stalk him, he’s an accountant. Well, maybe she’s a thief. Should he scream? He should scream. “Have you stolen from me?” He says, accusingly. This time, she jolts back. “No! Maybe? Wait, are you talking about the time I stole that really cool pen from you?” Now he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Wait, ‘cool pen’?
“Are you the one who stole my penguin pen?” Standing up with her bag, he helps her up. “You stole that?” She grabs the other bags around her and sheepishly tugs at her gloves. “Maybe, but whatever, let bygones be bygones. What are you doing here?” She asks, starting to walk down the sidewalk. He guesses that she wants him to follow her, but why should he? He doesn’t know who this lady is. Peter follows her. “I live here.” He responds curtly. Maybe if he answers her questions, she’ll leave him alone. “Cool! Yeah, I ditched town as soon as I could, but I’m up here for the holidays! I’m doing my shopping right now, actually.” Smiling, she looks over at him. Maybe he should try to continue the conversation. “I don’t know who you are.” That isn’t how you continue a conversation. She stops and stares at him, and Peter looks down at the bag he’s holding. He should probably give that back. “Oh,” she starts biting her lip as she continues, “I-I’m sorry, I assumed you would-, whatever. I’m Lucy Attwood, I was in your class in high school.” Oh. Now Peter remembers her, she was the class vice president. Whoops. The vice president stole his pen? “Oh, it’s nice to see you again.” Peter really turned this conversation awkward. What’s the quickest way to end this interaction? ‘My fish’s dying, bye’ would work, but- “Hey, it’s nice seeing you, too!” Lucy laughs, fiddling with the bag straps in her hands. “I probably should’ve started with an introduction, huh?” “Maybe, but then I never would’ve realized the vice president was such a LICENTIOUS pen thief.” He joked. Lucy always seemed nice, but he just never talked to anyone in high school. Nobody ever talked to him either, but it was probably because he wore sweater vests, like a nerd. Maybe he should be a numismatist. “No human says the word ‘licentious’, it’s, like, an SAT word, which no one ever would know normally.” They both cross the street, and Lucy continues, “I don’t think I’ve had a full conversation with you! I tried, but you were too busy PENSIVELY staring at a wall.” “Oh, um, sorry about that? I’m just awkward.” This isn’t going as bad as he thought it would. He’s still holding the bag, though, so maybe the conversation isn’t over yet. That’s good, he’s having a nice time. “Don’t worry about it! I feel like I should’ve tried a little harder, you always seemed ALIENATED from the group, so I wanted to talk to you.” She shrugs, “I’ve sorta always wanted to talk to you. Does that sound weird? Sorry, it’s a little weird.” “Less weird than I am.” Peter laughs. He hasn’t had a conversation like this in, like, 2 months! He hopes this ELATED feeling won’t go away anytime soon. “I need to head home, but hopefully I’ll see you again sometime?” “Yeah! Maybe we could go out for coffee!” This time, Lucy laughs as he hands the bag back to her. “I wish I could end this wittly, but I can’t think of anything.” “Just start our next conversation with an EPIGRAM, that’ll be witty.” “That’s another word that no normal person would use!” She giggles and waves goodbye. “By the way, do you know where we are?” I glance around the street, looking at all the colored lights and buildings. “I have no idea where we are.”
Once upon of time it was this young man name Kato,He’s from Memphis,and he goes through a lot of things he shouldn’t even experienced.”Bank” because he grind for money like a NUMISMATIST.But he’s poor he goes out to try and hustle for money for his family,with out having a father figure so he does it for him and his family.He was really struggling he’s young so his chance were PAUCITY of trying getting money.He was 17 years of old he was already PENSIVE about a lot of things.The mindset he had wasn’t at teenage level.Growing up he been hated by a lot people,they made fun of him for not having the things they don’t have.He was raised in the hood.This one day he was walking down the street with a couple of his friends.It was 8:00 a car sliding past had then they had stop.He got out the car and he started to run cause he noticed those were his ops.He really was OBTRUDE about what is mom would think if she found about that so he kept it to himself.He was ElATED because he didn’t die he said “It ain’t over till it’s over.”He wanted revenge on that he couldn’t wait to catch them lacking he was going get them delt with.His family was LACKADAISICAL they really didn’t have nothing to do other than his mom working,but everybody was chilling.Another night he had his gun with him in the car ready for action to pop off .He didn’t care about the police coming,he knew were they spot,be at,live .He was staking out waiting for all of them.Some of his mans he hung with was over there with the opps so now he want all of them.Kato was glad he brought his squad with him.Kato said “we going on my time.They finally slid up on them started firing at them bodies started dropping so they bail out.Then Kato said stop the car and said” it ain’t over till it’s over”.They went back went in the house and ran in the place where is mother at put the gun to his sister where your brother at.They said they didn’t know and since they was witness he killed them and bailed out again immediately.He spent a night at his homie house,told he felt FATALISTIC.He can’t believed all that happen.He knew he was LICENTOUS after that but he still wanted his opps dead.He thought when ever he find them he going spazz out and shoot him.
My name is Earl and I’m a numismatist ; it’s not very exciting I know . I really enjoy collecting all sorts of coins . I am lackadaisical in sports unlike other boys in my school. My mom is really elated about how my coin collection is coming along but my dad is nowhere close to supporting it. I’m just not coordinated enough to play sports. I usually skip gym because I hate it that much. My dad was in the military and he's very strict. I have an older brother named Dan and a little sister named Kaylee. Dan is the captain of the football team. Obviously my dad is a lot more interested in Dan and what he does . I don't want to sound weird but I'm fatalistic about my relationship with my dad. Someday he will be proud of me when I end up powerful and important. But until then, I'm just his second favorite son. School is really interesting this year; ninth grade is so different. This kid named Allen got suspended already and it's only October. His licentious behavior in and out of school was the biggest issue. He stole food from the cafeteria every lunch period of the day. I kind of feel bad for Allen because maybe he had a paucity of food at home and he had no other option. Allen doesn't have many friends. I've secretly always wanted to be Allen’s friend . Sometimes I'm very pensive about who I want to be friends with. I'm not sure if they want to be friends with me though, I'd rather not obtrude into a friendship I'm not welcomed in. I don't have many friends, I am alienated . I have one friend named Henry; he's a great guy. He also collects coins . But Henry did something pretty bad the other day. He signed us up for wrestling… WRESTLING!!! I have never wrestled in my life, I don't know why he did that. I would hate to obtrude into anything that I’m not comfortable doing. My dad might be proud of me but I don't know if I can do it. The first match was Saturday. We had a few practices but I didn't do much. The coach new I was going to lose; I could tell. I tried to be confident going into the match, especially since my dad was going. They called my name and I step up. The partner I was wrestling was named John. I was terrified to see him, but he stepped up and he was shorter, skinner, and more nervous than me. I got this, I thought. I thought of an epigram to say when I won. Maybe “ booya baby!!” . The ref blew his whistle and I was knocked down faster than a tree a lumberjack chopped. That was the worst experience of my life and my whole school and family got to witness it. I am going to stick to collecting coins.
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ReplyDeleteThere once was a man, wasn’t special to anyone or anything. He simply didn't have a life. He was a lonely FATALISTIC man, with no reason to live. He took shelter on the side of the street, under a bridge, after his family ALIENATED him from everything and threw him into the cold. One day he was doing what he would normally do, beg for money and happiness. He had a PAUCITY amount of food left; he needed to find more before he starved to death. He made the bold decision of leaving his humble abode to find something he could steal easily without being seen.
As he made his way down the street to the commercial zone of the city, he watched people carry on with their lives trying his best not to OBTRUDE and disturb anyone. He watched one lady push her child along in a carriage, while her child screamed with discomfort. Then his eyes went to an old woman who seemed to be caring a very expensive bag. He thought to himself, maybe I could somehow run fast by and grab her bag, she wouldn’t see me. He started to run, but before he even got two steps he tripped over himself. He couldn’t even run right, he was just so bad at everything.
His eyes started to tear up, he yet again felt useless. However when he picked his head up he saw a rusty old coin. At first he was LACKADAISICAL about it, because it just looked like an ordinary penny, what’s so special about that. Then when he looked closer he saw that it didn’t look like any kind of currency he had seen before. He picked it up and examined it more. As he got more confused by just staring at it, and every little detail of it, he finally decided to take it to a NUMISMATIST. Just to see if it would be worth anything at all.
When he gave the rusting coin to the collector he impatiently waited for a response. Then next thing you know the dirty raggedy man was rich beyond his dreams. He had sold that coin for a million bucks! He was extremely ELATED, for the first time in 10 years. He had PENSIVELY thought about this for years, but he had never thought that his dream would come true. He was so happy he went spend money on a billboards that had EPIGRAMS of him bloating about his success. In fact he got so LICENTIOUS with his money that he became greedy and blew all his money on useless stuff. Not even 2 weeks after he came in possession of the money he ended up back on the streets, alone again. Still so lonely and stuck in dark, forever.
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Detailed and his life goes in a circle. Good context clues, you can understand the words.
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ReplyDeleteIt all started when the young red headed boy picked up his first coin from off the ground. This sparked a fire inside his and he ended up collecting thousands of coins. Now, the young boy is all grown up and owns a sausage factory. But, all the machines for the sausage production were made out of the tons, and tons of coins he collected during his NUMISMATIST days. The young boy quickly became a millionaire due to the PAUCITY of sausages in his region. Then, out of nowhere he went into his beautiful sausage filled factory and as he was turning the keys to unlock the door someone bursted out of the door he was trying to go into. He remembers setting there in shock, all his thoughts shifted to FATALISTIC ideas, and the LICENTIOUS person was just looking at red haired boy. For a second they were both LACKADAISICAL, but then a massive falcon started screaming and the person, whos belly was looking rather plump in proportion to the rest of his body, took off in a sprint.
The following weeks were not that ELATED, the person who broke into his factory ate all of the sausage he had in storage and broke the machine to produce the sausage. So, instead of the red haired boy becoming ALIENATED from everything he decided that he should look deep into his mind almost at a PENSIVE state. And, when he did that he found the truth. He learned that the person that ate all his sausages also owned a just built sausage factory. Once he found the correct coordinates for the LICENTIOUS factory he slowly gathered the courage to OBTRUDE into the opposing factory and did the same thing that the person did to him. As, the red haired boy ran out of the opposing factory he screamed an EPIGRAM, making sure the person knew never to come to his factory again.
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Steven was completely obsessed with coins. Because he was a dedicated NUMISMATIST, he spent a majority of his time with coins opposed to people. This ALIENATED anyone he’d been close to, leaving him dependent upon his sole source of joy: coin collecting. He typically wouldn’t OBTRUDE others conversations, his loneliness led him to be FATALISTIC. He believed coins were his life now and that was quite alright with him. Every addition to his collection made him absolutely ELATED. However, his obsession and investment in the collection had left him very little money. Steven sat PENSIVELY, he certainly wasn’t going to sacrifice his collection nor was even entertaining the idea of stopping. His PAUCITY of money was an obstacle he brushed aside. If he couldn’t pay, he couldn’t pay. This became his motto; his fatal EPIGRAM. He resolved to steal coins for his collection.
ReplyDeleteThe following week, there was an antique coin showing put on by NUMISMATISTS for the public; Steven decided to set up his own display. When doing so, he noticed a particularly LACKADAISICAL presenter at the next table over. Steven gradually worked his way over to his fellow NUMISMATIST and observed his behavior. Looking at his display, Steven took especial interest in a coin just within his reach, he looked up at the man to make sure he wouldn’t see the thievery about to ensue. The man stood gazing off into space with a calm look of content. LACKADAISICAL though he was, nothing could mask his sheer pride and joy in his collection. Steven froze, he found himself unable to follow through with such LICENTIOUS behavior. He smiled at him sadly, turned, and walked back to his own table a short distance away.
When he reached his own display, he found that his rarest, most prized coins were simply gone. He’d been so caught up admiring what others had, he didn’t realize he was losing what meant most to him. He was silent only for a moment before he stormed away, bitterly cursing his way of life.
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DeleteVery interesting plot. Good context clues for the SAT words. I feel kinda bad for Steven...
DeleteLove the vocab and voice in this story and the structure, very good use of content clues.
Deletei loved how you used the SAT vocab, and it was a very good plot.
DeleteMy mother became red with anger; she walked toward the door. Every step pounded throughout the one story cabin. She swung the door open, leaving a crack on the wall. “ Leave! I never want you to come back, how dare you disrespect our family.” I left the house as my mother asked but i sat there on the doorstep PENSIVELY thinking about the events that occurred 5 minutes ago.
ReplyDeleteI drifted away from the doorstep to a small walkway in the woods. The roads have the depth of a car running through it. I hope i’m not OBTRUDING on anyone property. As i walked down the hallway of the bright green leaves i thought why did i have to tell my mom now. My whole life my mom told me to become a baker, but i never saw my future there kneading dough. I wanted to be a trash collector. A loud bang interrupted my thoughts abruptly. I peered to the right and saw an old man squinting through the window. He soon opened the door to greet me, “Hello! come in, come in. You must be cold” his voice ELATED the mood between us. I walked forward into his home, walls cover with cabinets. Cabinets filled with shiny coins; he was a NUMISMATIST. My eyes wandered around his home as there was no PAUCITY or junk around his home. Boxes pulled high also I could not be able to the floor. The man offered me a cup of tea along with a boring EPIGRAM that I returned with a LACKADAISICAL fake laugh. I walked over to the green cabinet that caught my eye. I began to open it as a loud crack filled the room. I saw a man about my height shiny in copper. Coins of life size humans? I was wondering if it was FATALISTIC that I was trapped in this house with a LICENTIOUS man. I had to get out. My breathing stopped as I saw the shadow of the man entering the room. I booked it to the door before he was able to ALIENATE me from my dreams of becoming a garbage collector. I slammed the door in his face. The wind blowing my hair back as I ran down the familiar pathway, praying I’ll never walk down it again.
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Deletei liked how you started the story off and the vocab words fit right in with the story.
DeleteIts gaze ate away at my soul, with its dead eyes and skinny grey lifeless body darting all around me. It was circling me. There was a loud crack behind the creature in the dark woods but it seemed Lackadaisical and paid no attention to it. This thing looked starved it must of had a Paucity of food in the woods. With a tsunami of thoughts coming into my head i Pensively questioned whether to stay put or run for dear life. I wanted to run but i lost sight of the monster but could hear the ear piercing weez howling through the woods with few breaks of twigs. Then suddenly nothing. I didn't want to die so i Obtruded myself to run. I Was in full sprint, dodging trees and roots. I saw a grey shadow running parallel to me usings its fist to run like a gorilla. A smile came across its face with its sharp rotten teeth showing looking right at me. It took a sharp turn as a tripped onto the rock solid surface slamming my face. With an Elated excitement i sighed in relief. I got up and prayed for a car to drive by. In no time a car passed and i walked into the road making him come to a hard stop. He Licentiously got out of the car yelled some words and threw a beer bottle almost hitting me in the head. He go back in his car and drove past me not even giving me a chance to ask him for help i had no phone and i was exhausted. I wanted to know whether these events were fatalistic and if iwould learn anything from this. Another car drove by and stopped. He was an old man but not too old. He was nice enough to offer a night at his cabin and a ride in the morning after i explained my situation. I could tell he thought i was delusional from the expression on his face a small smirk with one eyebrow raised. He told me he was a Numismatist and entertained me with a couple Epigram about money that made me chuckle. One was “what is brown and has a head and a tail but no legs? A penny”. His cabin was a little way down the road and i wondered why he would Alienate himself out here in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't process what had happened i was getting wood for my camp and that thing emerged from the dark. I just needed to clear my mind. We arrived at the cabin 10 minutes later. It was a nice little house built from logs with a wood interior. I slept on his comfy couch for the night i immediately passed out. When i woke the man took me back to my site and i left right away and i never returned either. I don't know what i saw but i know it's still out there.
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Charlie is lying in his bed at the Silver Oak Orphanage PENSIVELY thinking about how ELATED he’d be if some generous people were willing to adopt him. He wasn't hoping for much, just someone who wasn't LACKADAISICAL or something odd like a NUMISMATIST. He hated that profession for deeply personal reasons. His father Patrick Jones was one and collected rare coins before he was killed by a drunk driver while returning home from his office. Pat, as the family called him, had had worked fifty miles away in Los Angeles due to the PAUCITY of jobs in their small town. His mother had left him and his dad many years earlier and he didn’t have any other known relatives which is how he ended up in the orphanage. Pat always said Charlie’s mother was a bonkers women and took off with the Fed Ex delivery man one day. Charlie’s mother had a funny EPIGRAM that he remembered her always saying everyday. Charlie recalled that his father was very LACKADAISICAL at his job. He didn't enjoy it very much, but Charlie's dad had to do what was necessary for Charlie to be happy. You may wonder where Charlie's grandparents were located. They passed away when Charlie was very young, so it was just Charlie and his dad Pat at the house. When Charlie was placed in Silver Oak he ALIENATED himself from all the other children. Other kids would always OBTRUDE when Charlie was trying to read or sleep; he wanted to be alone. One of the people working at Silver Oak told Charlie that a couple was interested in adopting him. Charlie was really feeling FATALISTIC that he was going to have a family again. He will never forget his dad Pat, especially when he picks up an old coin.
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DeleteI think in some places you could have used better word choice and/or formed a sentence differently. I like the plot though, it's creative.
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There once was a NUMISMATIST named samuel Johnsen. Now Samuel collected many different types of coins he would generally OBTRUDE on many people's conversations asking if they have seen any new coin shops around. Many people either ignore him or yell at him to go away; they would wave their hands telling him to move along. But one day he met a woman, a gorgeous woman who seems to ALIENATE herself from others. Keeping her distance and minding her own business. The way she carried herself and the expression she gave about the world around her made Samuel fidget unconsciously. Just as always Samuel walked up to her and asked “ Pardon the interruption ma'am but have you seen any fancy new coins recently?” and to his surprise she answered sweetly saying “ as a matter of fact I have,” as she pulled out a beautifully crafted coin made of pure silver. “This is a Kew gardens first generation coin. They go for almost 150$” Samuel was ELATED. “It doesn’t matter to me” the lady said “ it was fate for you to ask which means it was destined for me to give you the coin i feel no sorrow giving it to you.” her FATALISTIC view on life throwing samuel into a tizzy. She seemed to have a odd feeling about her like she had a PAUCITY of excitement and happiness and has nothing else to live for because she only believed in the beginning and the end, not the time in between. She seemed almost LICENTIOUS like she wouldn't listen to anybody about anything because she just didn't care enough. But there was one thing she told him that changed him forever. She said “ life's short stop wasting time.” and then she handed him the coin, turned on her heel and walked into the thick of the busy city day. That EPIGRAM changed Samuels life. He changed his LACKADAISICAL lifestyle of collecting coins he instead sold them all using the money he earned from selling the coins he began traveling around seeing the world and bettering himself as a man. Many years later when he was old and sick he was visited by that same woman,still as young and beautiful as ever she told him that is short time was up. Samuel looked out the window as he lay there on the hospital bed and said “ even if my life was short to you, to me it was just long enough to let me accept what comes next. And with that Samuel Johnson passed on and the strange woman ceased to exist.
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Hey, whats up? My name is Bobby I’m really into heavy metal but when I grow up i really want to be a Numismatist. A Numismatist is a coin collector. Don’t tell anyone this because it will ruin my reputation as a cool kid in school, because if you tell anyone that I want to be a coin collector when im older they will probably call me a geek and a loser so yeah just don’t tell anyone. Let’s talk about why im into heavy metal. One day when I was in school one of my friends named Joey came up to me and said listen to this 80’s and 90’s band named Slayer. Right when i put my headphones on I was hooked. The music made me feel Elated. I felt so happy and free when I listen to them. But there's one problem. My family doesn't like the type of music i listen to, or the way i style my hair, and even the clothes i wear. They always make fun of me and it really hurts because your family should always stand by u and give you support but not my family. Like so what I listen to heavy metal, I wear ripped jeans, I have a mohawk,and oh my god if only they found about the tattoo I have on my back. They would probably kill me and kick me out of the house. If my parents found of what i just told you they would be more Licentious.
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One day Greg awoke to a beautiful sunny morning. He went downstairs, made his coffee and his bacon pancakes. He was especially ELATED today because he had just gotten a new haircut last night and was very excited to style it today and show it off to his friends. He PENSIVELY walked back upstairs to the bathroom, thinking dreamily about how he is going to make his hair look as slick and possible. He went into his cabinet to look for his got2b glued hair gel, and to his disbelief, he found a PAUCITY of gel! He must have used it all up on the weekend when he was getting his hair styled for that party! Greg believed that it must have been FATALISTIC. It was inevitable, eventually the got2b gel would have been used up. Greg couldn’t have amazing hair everyday, but why did it have to be today? He had just gotten a fresh cut. He began to have LICENTIOUS thoughts about how he would get gel to use in his hair. Then he remembered, his younger brother Timmy uses the same hair gel, he must have some that Greg could maybe steal. Timmy was pretty scrawny and always ALIENATED at school. He didn’t have many friends and collected coins all the time. He referred to himself as a professional NUMISMATIST. Either way, Greg could definitely beat him up if he got caught taking his gel. So Greg went across the hall to his brothers room and went inside. Timmy’s room was full of posters with EPIGRAMS and famous quotes all over them that Greg thought were pretty lame. Greg spotted his brother lying on the bed in the corner of the room staring at a computer screen looking very LACKADAISICAL. His brother asked him why he had to OBTRUDE into his room at such and early hour, but Greg didn’t respond. He went straight for his brothers bathroom. He found the was he was looking for on the top shelf. The got2b glue gel tube was nearly full. This was perfect. Greg snagged it, ran out of his brothers room into his bathroom, styled his hair making it look as slick as possible, and then went off to school feeling very confident and pleased with himself.
I liked the use of context clues. They really helped me understand words such as "paucity" and "elated".
DeleteThe vocab was used very well in this story and wasn't randomly placed.
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Each time I set my foot down to take a step I knew I was diving deeper into what would soon be recognized as a mistake. “Peter, we should start heading back soon; it will be completely dark in an hour.” I said in a shaky voice. He responded in a very LACKADAISICAL tone.
“Don’t worry about it Kermit, nothing will happen.” I still don’t know how Peter convinced me into walking in the jungle with him. I was not ELATED with the fact that I had no idea where we were walking to. We finally came to a stop. I looked towards Peter who appeared very PENSIVE, as if he was trying to solve a math equation in his head. His facial expressions quickly changed to confusion. “I was completely sure I had seen it here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The other day I had wondered in here alone. I saw a very shiny thing but I heard an animal growling so I ran away as fast as I could.” Only now did I remember how dangerous the jungle was. Peter had always been very OBTRUDE when he asked me to do things with him. I was never good at telling him I couldn’t. “Here it is!” I looked towards where Peter was pointing. Directly under us lay a coin, ALIENATED from the rest of the vines on the jungle floor. The coin was about the size of my palm. There was an unfamiliar engraving on both sides. Just as I picked it up to get a better look at it I heard faint whistling. An arrow appeared in the tree next to me. “Run,” Peter screamed. This could have been the stupidest EPIGRAM that ever came out of Peters mouth. Before I could even process the word “run” my legs were moving as fast as lightning. I saw the entrance to the jungle ahead of me. It had not even occur to me how tired my legs were. We had lost whoever had been trying to shoot us. I started to ask myself who was LICENTIOUS enough to shoot at two teenagers.
“What was that?” I screamed over heavy breathing.
“I have no idea. We need to go to my house now.”
By the time we reached Peters house my heart was still beating one thousand miles per hour. Peter’s dad generously opened to door and asked us what had happened. Over shivering voices, we explained the series of events.
“May I see the coin?” Peter’s dad asked. He was a NUMISMATIST, so I was not surprised by his interest in our discovery. “ This coin is extremely rare! It was created in the 17th century and a PAUCITY of them exist today.” Peter’s dad went on for around five minutes explaining how rare the coin was. As he spoke I focused on slowing down my breathing.
As my mom’s car pulled up in the driveway, Peter started apologizing for bringing me in the jungle with him. “You can keep the coin if you want.” He said. I gratefully accepted his offer.
My mom called the cops as soon as she heard the story. She was determined to find whoever had shot an arrow at me. However she was a FATALISTIC women so she did not punish me for going in the jungle. She just said “It was meant to be,” and let me carry on with my evening.
The next morning I woke up in a very curious mood. I went to my desk to take a second look at the coin. To my surprise the coin was not there.
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DeleteI went to go see our town’s local NUMISMATIST coin collection, Mr.Jürgen. His shop was ALIENATED like normal, he doesn’t ever have a lot of people in his shop anyways. Living in Quedlinburg Germany we don’t get many visitors. I usually go to Mr. Jürgen’s shop everyday but it’s been so LACKADAISICAL lately that I don’t want to go because he has a PAUCITY of coins and he has told me the story for how he has gotten them all. Although Mr.Jürgen is ELATED of his coin collection, not many people are. I try not to OBTRUDE and ask Mr.Jürgen questions from his past and if he always wanted to collect coins because when I did, it was silent for a bit. He told me that he didn’t want to be a coin collector but that he was very FATALISTIC with his future and thought something on the down low was a better option. He told me that eventually after a month he finally liked being a collector. Mr.Jürgen’s favorite thing to do when I walk in his little shop is to tell me EPIGRAMS to me everyday. One day he said to me, “It ain’t OVER ‘till it’s OVER.” He told me that’s his favorite epigram and Yogi Berra was the one who said it first. Little did I know he really liked baseball. It’s like, whenever someone said something to him about baseball he became PENSIVE for when he used to play.
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ReplyDeleteOne day there was a NUMISMATIST named Nick Kulina and he was a really good at finding coins in the ocean. Recently there is a PAUCITY of coins because people haven’t been making as many wishes. But Nick is in an ELATED mood, this is because his mom is always FATALISTIC and tells him there will be more coins one day when the universe decides there will be. Some times he is LICENTIOUS, he goes into the city fountains and collects all the coins. He does that because of the paucity of coins in the ocean. Today Nick is bringing his friends to the ocean to look for coins, but most of them think his hobby is LACKADAISICAL and boring. So the next day Nick is feeling PENSIVE and has the idea he goes to the hardware store and buys a pump sprayer for killing weeds. So he brings the pump sprayer to the ocean pumps it up and uses it like a scuba tank. Now he is finding more coins because he can stay underwater longer. So as he is swimming he see’s an octopus and the octopus has a mean face and Nick thinks that the octopus is trying to OBTRUDE him into a wrestling match. So Nick screams underwater wrestling match! Which was an EPIGRAM, and him and the octopus wrestle but Nick sadly loses. Suddenly Nick wakes up and it was all a dream and he is in the middle of the woods ALIENATED from society.
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Will Quilla
ReplyDeleteThe airport was rough for Snifma Pitts. He paid too much for lunch and he dropped and cracked his phone. Next was the metal detector. He was a NUMISMATIST so all he could think about was how he’s going to get $250 worth of coins through them. All anyone around him is thinking is what that raunchy smell is and what is that stain on his shirt. Some random 87 year old woman with tattoos all over arms and neck decided to bud in and OBTRUDE. “What the heck is taking you so long you goofy looking loser!?” She said with an angry voice. Snifma was furious. He dropped his suitcase to go confront her, the suitcase popped open and out came all the coins. He has a PAUCITY of coin rolls so all 1000 quarters came rolling out. It was from this moment on, Snifma became FATALISTIC. He just gave up in life. He began to ALIENATE himself. He started drinking and before he knew it he was an alcoholic. He’d show up to work drunk and fall asleep in the bathroom. His coworkers would always ask him why he was so LACKADAISICAL but he’d always flip them off. He started doing very LICENTIOUS things to his coworker who he’d been giving PENSIVE things to like chocolates and flowers. She never liked him. Didn’t even know his name. Whenever Sifma saw her, he always became so ELATED and would forget about the depression his doctor prescribed him with. He had a note from her (that he stole from her desk) hung up on his cubicle wall next to his EPIGRAM from Jay Z and Kanye West. One day though she saw it and called him an ugly creepy old guy. He lost it. He left work and went straight to the bar to drink his feelings away. After 12 or so beers, he decided to take the scenic route home. He never got home that night.
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Snifma Pitts is a mess. 18/20
It all starts in this house. With the NUMISMATIST that is LICENTIOUS. His name is John and he is LICENTIOUS because he steals and he is a meth addict. John likes to collect coins. He has a PAUCITY of morals.John has a lack of morals because his life has gone down the drain. Now he is thinking like a FATALISTIC freak. John does not OBTRUDE in conversations because he is LACKADAISICAL. He is PENSIVE about his drugs and is very ELATED and excited when he gets more. He ALIENATES himself from people. His famous EPIGRAM is “ If you don't have drugs get some more”. John is very ELATED now that someone has come to help him. He has gone to rehab and is now a fresh new man. Now his pastime instead of doing drugs he is a NUMISMATIST and likes to collect coins.
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ReplyDeleteThere lives a NUMISMATIST who collects coins; his name is Jevvyjev. He hates the world and everything about life. He is completely FATALISTIC and just lays around on the couch all day knowing he can’t change his fate in pathetic, dreamy, LACKADAISICAL, PENSIVE thought. He has a PAUCITY of motivation, didn’t feel like anything and has to OBTRUDE and force himself into getting up to get food. His non ELATED, non excited behavior caused him to ALIENATE from others and have no friends. No inspirational EPIGRAM or quote could fix his LICENTIOUS, corrupt lifestyle. Jevvyjev lives a sad, miserable life and will probably die alone.
You need more context clues otherwise you did a mad good job
DeleteIt's short but really good... depressing though
DeleteI’m not usually a FATALIST but I always dread Christmas. Even though most people are happy,ELATED even, for the holidays but they just put me in such a LACKADAISICAL mood.
ReplyDeleteIt all started when I was around 10 years old, that year on Christmas day, I noticed a PAUCITY of gits underneath the tree; there was only a single package. I was the most PENSIVE I’d ever been, thinking hard all morning as to why there was just that one gift under the tree and what it could be.
I could not believe my parents would be so disrespectful and not buy me a bunch of Christmas present. It was just such a mean and LICENTIOUS action. I looked at my mom and she laughed and said “Wow it looks a little empty under the tree this year.” That made me roll my eyes into the back of my head, I was seriously upset this was no time for EPIGRAMS. I felt so ALIENATED, I had no gifts and my family didn’t even care! I had been good all year so I knew I deserved more for Christmas, and there was no way for me to OBTRUDE into this situation.
When I finally opened the single present, I was appalled to see the box contained an assortment of coins. I didn’t know what to say or think. I was 10 years old, what would I do with a bunch of random coins? My dad sat beside me and told me all these coins would be very valuable one day and it would pay off to be a NUMISMATIST.
So sad!
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It’s really good and I knew what all the words meant from your context clues.
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DeleteJohn was not by any means ELATED to be in the office, however he knew exactly why he had been sent there. As the principal went on and on flapping his gums about respect and character John began to contemplate the LICENTIOUS behaviors listed on his referral to the office. It included things such as bullying classmates and ALIENATING them. When a student had brought in a part of his father’s coin collection for show and tell, John had yelled “Being a NUMISMATIST is the most boring hobby he could think of?” He had shown a complete PAUCITY of respect for others, especially his classmates and teachers. His teachers mentioned that he seemed LACKADAISICAL in class when he wasn't busy bullying other children. Just the week before John had actually succeeded in making Mrs. Boyle lose her marbles after making a dumb face and mocking another one of her atrocities of an EPIGRAM. He loved Mrs. Boyle, he really did, but poetry and writing were definitely not her calling. John wasn’t FATALISTIC. He knew he had caused this to be done to himself. Earlier this day he had OBTRUDED on a bathroom stall and thrown a heap of soaked paper towels onto a victim he had thought was his friend judging by his shoes. He had absolutely no clue why the principal owned the same pair of blue vans that Jordan does. So as a very damp looking Doctor Alvarez finished his classic speech about showing some more PENSIVE behavior, John made one of his best fake apologies yet, and was allowed to leave the office. Upon his return to class, where Trigonometry had just started, John remembered something. He hates Trigonometry, and everything that goes along with it. There was no way he was going to the last 30 minutes of that class, not even a chance. “Not to fear” he thought to himself, “not to fear”. And as he rounded the last corner towards Trigonometry class he saw a nice, shiny, red fire alarm trigger, with his name written all over it.
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One day Kevin the NUMISMATIST awoke to a loud noise at first he checked his massive coin collection but it was alright.That loud noise made him realise that he must seek out the shalala coin hidden deep in the adk mountains. He checked his wonderful home disguised as a tree house to see if there was any break ins but there wasn't just a map at the door. Kevin was ELATED and so so joyful that this mysterious map had shown up on his front door. He decided to read the map which told him to go to whiteface mountain to seek out the shalala coin which was buried deep in the dwarven caves. Kev thought of a EPIGRAM shall go forth to the Whiteface and uncover this long lost coin. It was inevitable that Kevin shall battle the great dwarven guard named Hugo the Baboon. Huge was skillful with swords and for kev to face him he must obtain the greatest sword from The armory. I shall never be afraid even though i've been ALIENATED and distanced from my family but who cares i shall be rich after i find the Shalala coin. Kevin decided to OBTRUDE on the armory in the darkness of night. To Kevin's luck he found an open latch and he snuck in quickly and eventually found the lababa sword. The lababa sword was an ancient sword birthed from Hiyo shingling an old sword master. Kevin quickly retreated to his tree house to sharpen and prepare for the long journey ahead of him. Kevin is never alone truly because he has his pet rat named Ronald Zootskin who is of great company to Kevin. Kevin the numismatist is very FATALISTIC because he knows what his future holds he knows it holds many coin collecting Grammys and respect among all coin collectors. Kevin was packing up the last of his gear and feeling very PENSIVE about finding the rare shalala coin until the top Numismatist of the land showed up. Clarence the top coin collector was MORALLY UNRESTRAINED and started calling out kevin saying “your a phoney! You suck at coin collection” kevin became furious with these accusations. Kevin sprinted at Clarence and punched on his bunns till he was crying like a toddler. That LICENTIOUS activity made kevin even more pumped to find the Shalala coin.Kevin set off to find the coin the first thing kevin did was buy a bus ticket to Lake Placid New York. On kevins way here he saw lots of PAUCY especially in this town called tupper lake. Kevin became LACKADAISICAL and passed out. When kevin awoke everyone was getting off the bus so he packed up his gear and headed off the bus. Huge the great protector of the shalala coin and adirondacks had heard this news of a coin collector coming. That was coming to the adks to uncover an ancient coin. Huge didnt like this and he knew where to be waiting. As soon as Kevin had set foot on the pesteen lake placid pavement Huge was there Waiting for him. Kevin took out his sword and preceded to dwindle it. Huge was just waiting in his birthday suit no weapon just his fists of awesomeness. Kevin ran at huge with such courage but it didn't work. Huge dodged his swing of the sword and tripped him and kevin cracked his head on the pavement.
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The streets were empty and dark. A man named Ahjid walked along the sidewalk PENSIVELY, thinking about the situation he had just been in. He was in an alleyway when he saw a gang killing something with baseball bats. One man was ALIENATED from the group; he was observing the rest. He decided that he’d best not OBTRUDE into the situation and so he left the alleyway.
ReplyDeleteAhjid was a NUMISMATIST and was very fascinated by the value and concept of coins. He always felt LACKADAISICAL about anything but coins. As he walked, he saw some rare coins on the ground and thought an EPIGRAM, 'well isn’t this just FATALISTIC, it must mean the coins are dead!' Ahjid’s sense of humor was awful, as you can see. Ahjid picked up the change and counted 3 coins and then put it in his pocket and kept walking.
When Ahjid came home ELATED to put his new coins in his collection. He pulled the money out and put it on his kitchen table. He could tell there was a PAUCITY of change when he looked down and only saw 2 coins. Ironically, he had lost the most rare coin of the batch. He instantly became annoyed and started tearing his house to shreds. Ripping down curtains, tearing at the wallpaper, throwing chairs around. He had thrown a skillet into his window and then through his coins out with it. He stopped and looked around and knew he had done something LICENTIOUS. Ahjid thought 'better luck next time, I guess.'
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DeleteVery good story and a nice job at the vocab.
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ReplyDeleteThe cops were called because a man was acting LICENTIOUS at the gas station. Apparently the guy was a NUMISMATIST because he worked for a museum. He had a PAUCITY of money and and he had just lost his job. He was FATALISTIC that he would never lose his job at the museum because he loved working there so much. The police had to OBTRUDE because he was acting crazy in the gas station. He became very PENSIVE after he was told he could do anything in life by his parents when he was younger. Apparently he was fired after he was so LACKADAISICAL at work and didn’t do his job. They had to ALIENATE him and put him in solitary confinement for acting so crazy in the store. He wasn’t very ELATED because he didn’t just wants his job back. In the EPIGRAM of debate he was just insane.
One day Lexi went to the NUMISMATIST when she was in New York City. On the busy crosswalk of the world, She came across a extra sparkly coin and thought she could get quite a lot for it. She was FATALISTIC because she was having a hard time paying off her student loans.
ReplyDeleteShe walked into the shop on 34th street and was ELATED thinking she will have no more money problems and could focus on getting her own place. The NUMISMATIST was busy talking to another customer but Lexi OBTRUDED into the conversation. The customer was so mad he became LICENTIOUS and started ranting. “Nobody listens to me!” he shouted. Lexi had a PAUCITY of words. She slowly heading for the door. At the moment, she was alienated.
She came back in a week and apologized for what went on. The shop owner said it was okay since the man was crazy. He had EPIGRAMS above his door which was cool. The subject quickly changed. “I have this coin, It looks rare. Can you tell me if it is?” said Lexi. “Sure” the man said. He carefully scanned it. “Well, This isn’t going to make you happy, But it’s just a polished penny”. Said the man. Lexi was devastated and was curious on who would polish pennies. “Oh okay thank you for your time, It was PENSIVE of you”. Said Lexi.
Lexi walked out of the store back to the subway. “Oh well” she said. Lexi never touched a penny again.
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The majestic pink sky illuminated the Chicago skyline. The PENSIVE sky makes me dream about how things become so beautiful. The Windy City never slows down. The LICENTIOUS gangs, steal everything and scavenge the streets for an extra meal. They have no PAUCITY of drugs and alcohol, and they’ll do anything to get a quick buck. I like to think i live on the good sign of town, my street is filled with old NUMISMATISTS and retired old folk. It's peaceful and makes me feel, calm and relaxed. The commute to work never gets old though. I don’t own a car, so i either ride my bike or walk. I feel like I OBTRUDE myself into doing it but it keeps things interested. I'm never LACKADAISICAL when i walk past their homes. I’ve been shot at, threatened, and even kidnapped for a couple days. Their hideouts consist of smokey rooms, awful smelling salts and drugs all of the walls. But as they ALIENATE the police and the rest of the city, they’re very suspicious about outside people.
The gang leader, a weathered man who looks to be in his late 40’s stares down at me in disgust. His face is splattered in tattos, he arms and legs completely covered with gang signs and weapons and drugs. His head is shaved, with a tiny stubble under his chin. “Why you come here” he asks in the dangerous tone. Myself being FATALISTIC thought this was how I was destined to die. I reply back in a quiet tone, “I’m lost.” The man suddenly becomes very ELATED and starts to laugh, then he lets me leave the area untouched. I feel like that was almost to easy to escape. On my way out I say a funny EPIGRAM to him and when I open the door, three men grab men and throw a bag over my head and then I blackout. To be continued...
Sometimes, Peter wondered if his life was going anywhere, sitting in his office in the Trey & Company law offices in Marlton. Quietly tapping away on his keyboard, he surfed Amazon for some new decor. Sometimes indulging in capitalism helps fill the voids in your life, but hey, we’re all gonna die anyway, so what’s the point in buying houseplants? Maybe he’s just being FATALISTIC. Maybe he needs a new hobby. Sighing, Peter puts his head on his desk, pondering whether or not it’d be acceptable to take a nap instead of doing payroll. The answer is no, but he’s not one to care about what’s acceptable or not. As his eyes drift close, he’s jolted awake by a bang at his door.
ReplyDelete“Peter! How’s payroll going?” His boss, Elliot comes through the door, and Peter quickly closes the Amazon page.
“It’s coming along sir, though I wish you’d wait to open my door.” He pouts, eyes drifting to his payroll program. It’s empty. Whoops.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to OBTRUDE on your shopping.” Elliot gives him a knowing look, winking. “Don’t worry about it, payroll isn’t for a few more days, but be sure to do some work today. I didn’t hire you to sit and look pretty.”
“Sorry, sir, I’m just tired today, I guess.” Peter kept his head down. He’s not good with eye contact with people. Or animals. Or anything with eyes. That’s off-topic, he just needs a nap.
“Well, if you’re not feeling well, maybe you should go home today. You can always work overtime tomorrow.” He walks over to Peter’s desk, and takes a look around the office. “Hopefully you get some furniture for Christmas, there’s only one chair in here, Peter. Do you normally live with such PAUCITY?”
“Maybe. I’m sorry, sir, can I leave? I think I need to lie down.” Standing up, Peter starts turning off his laptop, packing away the pencils and chargers that litter his desk. Elliot moves out of his way, letting Peter walk out of the office.
“Fix that LACKADAISICAL attitude and I’ll give you a raise.” Elliot calls out to his employee as he left the building.
“It’s the depression, sir.” Peter answered back, hearing a laugh from his boss. It wasn’t a joke, but whatever. At least he got to go home.
Walking down the sidewalk, Peter glances around at the displays in the shop windows near him. Christmas ornamentation and objects are everywhere. Peter doesn’t particularly care about the holidays. The worst part is picking out presents; that’s just a whole ball of anxiety waiting to explode. Maybe he could turn his older sister into a NUMISMATIST, and just give her coins every Christmas. No, wait, she’s not a giant nerd, but maybe his uncle? You know what, maybe he thinks too much, he should just buy everyone coasters. Everyone likes coasters. He feels a bump on his shoulder as he runs into a person. Oh, no. They were carrying so much.
“Oh, goodness, I-I’m really-” He’s dropped down to help pick up one of the bags when he feels someone’s hand grab his shoulder. Jolting, he looks up to see a woman. Someone he feels like he should know, but somehow doesn’t.
“Peter?” She speaks, looking at his face. That’s not good. Maybe she’s a stalker. Who would stalk him, he’s an accountant. Well, maybe she’s a thief. Should he scream? He should scream.
“Have you stolen from me?” He says, accusingly. This time, she jolts back.
“No! Maybe? Wait, are you talking about the time I stole that really cool pen from you?” Now he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Wait, ‘cool pen’?
“Are you the one who stole my penguin pen?” Standing up with her bag, he helps her up. “You stole that?” She grabs the other bags around her and sheepishly tugs at her gloves.
ReplyDelete“Maybe, but whatever, let bygones be bygones. What are you doing here?” She asks, starting to walk down the sidewalk. He guesses that she wants him to follow her, but why should he? He doesn’t know who this lady is. Peter follows her.
“I live here.” He responds curtly. Maybe if he answers her questions, she’ll leave him alone.
“Cool! Yeah, I ditched town as soon as I could, but I’m up here for the holidays! I’m doing my shopping right now, actually.” Smiling, she looks over at him. Maybe he should try to continue the conversation.
“I don’t know who you are.” That isn’t how you continue a conversation. She stops and stares at him, and Peter looks down at the bag he’s holding. He should probably give that back.
“Oh,” she starts biting her lip as she continues, “I-I’m sorry, I assumed you would-, whatever. I’m Lucy Attwood, I was in your class in high school.” Oh. Now Peter remembers her, she was the class vice president. Whoops. The vice president stole his pen?
“Oh, it’s nice to see you again.” Peter really turned this conversation awkward. What’s the quickest way to end this interaction? ‘My fish’s dying, bye’ would work, but-
“Hey, it’s nice seeing you, too!” Lucy laughs, fiddling with the bag straps in her hands. “I probably should’ve started with an introduction, huh?”
“Maybe, but then I never would’ve realized the vice president was such a LICENTIOUS pen thief.” He joked. Lucy always seemed nice, but he just never talked to anyone in high school. Nobody ever talked to him either, but it was probably because he wore sweater vests, like a nerd. Maybe he should be a numismatist.
“No human says the word ‘licentious’, it’s, like, an SAT word, which no one ever would know normally.” They both cross the street, and Lucy continues, “I don’t think I’ve had a full conversation with you! I tried, but you were too busy PENSIVELY staring at a wall.”
“Oh, um, sorry about that? I’m just awkward.” This isn’t going as bad as he thought it would. He’s still holding the bag, though, so maybe the conversation isn’t over yet. That’s good, he’s having a nice time.
“Don’t worry about it! I feel like I should’ve tried a little harder, you always seemed ALIENATED from the group, so I wanted to talk to you.” She shrugs, “I’ve sorta always wanted to talk to you. Does that sound weird? Sorry, it’s a little weird.”
“Less weird than I am.” Peter laughs. He hasn’t had a conversation like this in, like, 2 months! He hopes this ELATED feeling won’t go away anytime soon. “I need to head home, but hopefully I’ll see you again sometime?”
“Yeah! Maybe we could go out for coffee!” This time, Lucy laughs as he hands the bag back to her. “I wish I could end this wittly, but I can’t think of anything.”
“Just start our next conversation with an EPIGRAM, that’ll be witty.”
“That’s another word that no normal person would use!” She giggles and waves goodbye. “By the way, do you know where we are?” I glance around the street, looking at all the colored lights and buildings.
“I have no idea where we are.”
Really like the story line, wish it didn't end there!
DeleteOnce upon of time it was this young man name Kato,He’s from Memphis,and he goes through a lot of things he shouldn’t even experienced.”Bank” because he grind for money like a NUMISMATIST.But he’s poor he goes out to try and hustle for money for his family,with out having a father figure so he does it for him and his family.He was really struggling he’s young so his chance were PAUCITY of trying getting money.He was 17 years of old he was already PENSIVE about a lot of things.The mindset he had wasn’t at teenage level.Growing up he been hated by a lot people,they made fun of him for not having the things they don’t have.He was raised in the hood.This one day he was walking down the street with a couple of his friends.It was 8:00 a car sliding past had then they had stop.He got out the car and he started to run cause he noticed those were his ops.He really was OBTRUDE about what is mom would think if she found about that so he kept it to himself.He was ElATED because he didn’t die he said “It ain’t over till it’s over.”He wanted revenge on that he couldn’t wait to catch them lacking he was going get them delt with.His family was LACKADAISICAL they really didn’t have nothing to do other than his mom working,but everybody was chilling.Another night he had his gun with him in the car ready for action to pop off .He didn’t care about the police coming,he knew were they spot,be at,live .He was staking out waiting for all of them.Some of his mans he hung with was over there with the opps so now he want all of them.Kato was glad he brought his squad with him.Kato said “we going on my time.They finally slid up on them started firing at them bodies started dropping so they bail out.Then Kato said stop the car and said” it ain’t over till it’s over”.They went back went in the house and ran in the place where is mother at put the gun to his sister where your brother at.They said they didn’t know and since they was witness he killed them and bailed out again immediately.He spent a night at his homie house,told he felt FATALISTIC.He can’t believed all that happen.He knew he was LICENTOUS after that but he still wanted his opps dead.He thought when ever he find them he going spazz out and shoot him.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Earl and I’m a numismatist ; it’s not very exciting I know . I really enjoy collecting all sorts of coins . I am lackadaisical in sports unlike other boys in my school. My mom is really elated about how my coin collection is coming along but my dad is nowhere close to supporting it. I’m just not coordinated enough to play sports. I usually skip gym because I hate it that much. My dad was in the military and he's very strict. I have an older brother named Dan and a little sister named Kaylee. Dan is the captain of the football team. Obviously my dad is a lot more interested in Dan and what he does . I don't want to sound weird but I'm fatalistic about my relationship with my dad. Someday he will be proud of me when I end up powerful and important. But until then, I'm just his second favorite son. School is really interesting this year; ninth grade is so different. This kid named Allen got suspended already and it's only October. His licentious behavior in and out of school was the biggest issue. He stole food from the cafeteria every lunch period of the day. I kind of feel bad for Allen because maybe he had a paucity of food at home and he had no other option. Allen doesn't have many friends. I've secretly always wanted to be Allen’s friend . Sometimes I'm very pensive about who I want to be friends with. I'm not sure if they want to be friends with me though, I'd rather not obtrude into a friendship I'm not welcomed in. I don't have many friends, I am alienated . I have one friend named Henry; he's a great guy. He also collects coins . But Henry did something pretty bad the other day. He signed us up for wrestling… WRESTLING!!! I have never wrestled in my life, I don't know why he did that. I would hate to obtrude into anything that I’m not comfortable doing. My dad might be proud of me but I don't know if I can do it. The first match was Saturday. We had a few practices but I didn't do much. The coach new I was going to lose; I could tell. I tried to be confident going into the match, especially since my dad was going. They called my name and I step up. The partner I was wrestling was named John. I was terrified to see him, but he stepped up and he was shorter, skinner, and more nervous than me. I got this, I thought. I thought of an epigram to say when I won. Maybe “ booya baby!!” . The ref blew his whistle and I was knocked down faster than a tree a lumberjack chopped. That was the worst experience of my life and my whole school and family got to witness it. I am going to stick to collecting coins.
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