The class of 2020 decided to go on a trip to Washington DC. The teachers believed it would be a great learning experience for their class and could help them bond more. Once they get there, they are split up into groups of four with a teacher. Each group will get to visit the museums of their choosing. Group one consist of three girls and one boy. Lola, Chloe, Jess and Fred. All the girls want to go see the National Museum of Natural History but Fred wants to see the National Air and Space Museum. After arguing for half an hour they finally make their way. While they are walking to the National Museum of Natural History, they lose their teacher. Not knowing what to do, the group of kids walk into butcher's shop to ask for directions. A big scary man walks from the back room and pulls out of knife to HONE it. The knife probably wouldn’t be able to cut the slab of meat in front of him unless it was honed. All four kids were too afraid to ask this man for directions, so they left. Once they left, they run into another group of kids from their class. This group is Jane, James, Chris and Sadie. They are also lost. Both groups AMALGAMATE because if they were separate they wouldn’t make it far. Suddenly a man comes out of the shadows to talk to the kids. They ask him for directions but he does not know where he is. The kids believe he is DEMENTED. This demented man hands James a small package. When Chris asks what is in the package that man says they are OPIATES. Lola grabs the opiates and throws them on the ground and tells James they are drugs. Finally the kids get away from the creepy man. The three girls in group one constantly BELEAGUER Fred. He cannot take their high pitched voices while they walk down the street. Fred then sees a hot dog stand and thinks that maybe if he got them hot dogs, they’d stop being annoying. Each kid ends up get to many hot dogs and they GORGE on them until they can’t breathe. Next to the hot dog stand is another stand where you can get a drawing. James gets a CARICATURE of himself and all the kids laugh at his goofy ears. After they DALLY around the stands, the kids move on. While they are walking, Jane finds a very pretty and almost ANTIQUATED necklace. She tells Jess that the necklace looks so old it could be in a museum. Fred points out that it looks like a necklace from a book he once read. Jane puts the necklace on and they continue down the road. After hours of being without supervision, the kids find the spot they broke up into groups earlier that day. There the teachers are waiting for them. They were worried sick. A local policeman was standing there and he saw Jane’s necklace. He said it had been stolen from a museum and he thought she did it. This would be a very FELONIOUS act for Jane and there is no way she could be that unlawful. So she explained to the officer that she did not steal it, she found it on the sidewalk. The policeman took the necklace from Jane and returns it to the museum it came from. After a long day lost in Washington DC, the kids make it home safely.
Once upon a time there was a massive seagull that ran the streets of Detroit and was extremely FELONIOUS, breaking into cars often. On normal days this seagull would fly around and BELEAGUER others on the street, the people couldn’t do anything about it. But, during this day all the seagull was doing consisted of HONING his beak on a tree to get it to the perfect point, and AMALGAMATE some sticks to form his nest into a bigger one. Also, on the same day he decided to go on his daily food search to GORGE himself with food; he was feeling awfully hungry and needed to stop DALLYING and get down to the business of finding food. So, as he was flying around he noticed a little white thing on the ground and flew closer. His stomach rumbled and the DEMENTED voice inside his head told him to just eat the white thing. Sadly, little did the seagull know, that little white thing on the ground was an OPIATE, a codeine pill. Now, the seagull was just sitting there stuck, completely numb. As he closed his eyes the bird was seeing CARICATURES of himself. This made him laugh as his features were exaggerated. Nowadays, the seagull is ANTIQUATED and his throne of the streets of Detroit was taken over because all he does now is search for more opiates.
Once upon a time I was in Memphis and My cousin and I planned to do a suprise party for my auntie so we almagamate all the ingredients for the cake.It was for my auntie and she’s demented so this year we decided to cheer her up.Mike and I thought it’ll be nice ,there going to be a lot of food to gorge down food,Buy some gifts for her party we decided to get her an Iphone 6 as one of her gifts for her birthday because she had this antiquated phone for years that only make calls no internet connection.We got someone to do a caricature of her because we thought it’ll be funny.I had told mike we can’t dally around we had to make this her best birthday ever.I wish my uncle could be here to see he’s a felonious and currently locked up so we can’t see him until another year or two.It was stressing me out a little so I took an advil to opiate my stress level.Most of my family loved aunt Rita,and my grandad is in the army so he honed a knife for her and sent it to her she was really happy how we beleaguer all around her with love.
This story starts with a man named Joe. Now Joe was an ordinary person and he liked to cook. But to cook he had to amalgamate all of the ingredients to make the food. Now the cakes he makes might make you think he is a little demented or weird but trust me he is just honing his skills. He makes so many cakes it feels like they are beleaguering and encercaling you. Now people usually go there to gorge on food and to just stuff themselves full of deliciousness until they are antiquated and are useless. Sometimes you can get a spiked cake with opiates to make you sleep. Then the workers draw caricatures on your face and make them really out of proportion. They are usually felonious people that do bad things and they usually dally or wait to do their work.
Denise Colins had the misfortune of being the only pet owner in town with a truly DEMENTED animal. Denise’s so called “pet” was a snow white rabbit with extremely abnormal behaviors. It had a tendency to GORGE itself with Denise’s furniture and destroy her ANTIQUATED belongings (although old, they were valuable nonetheless). Additionally, when Denise made any attempt made to end the rabbit’s FELONIOUS tendencies, the rabbit would HONE its tiny nails and BELEAGUER her incessantly. On one occasion, Denise found a crude CARICATURE of her, which she immediately assumed was the rabbit’s work (because let’s face it, this lady was pretty crazy too) and resolved she was no longer going to DALLY looking for a solution. She was going to rid herself of the demonic rabbit...but how? She certainly wasn’t going to resort to OPIATES or any type of sedative for that matter. She also wasn’t going to AMALGAMATE with anyone or any group (because, once again, this lady was nuts; her only friend was the insane rabbit) Denise resolved to simply open the window and allow the rabbit to fly (once again, she’s nuts) which it failed to do, due to its lack of wings or any type of aerial device since it was of course a rabbit. Despite this failed attempt, Denise had in fact rid herself of the rabbit and solved her problem.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there was the Great Platypus War. There was an extremely superior fighter named Perry. Over many many years Perry the Platypus HONED his fighting skills to perfection. He was smart and quick witted: far from DEMENTED he was one of the best. He could AMALGAMATE a number of fight moves into an unbeatable combo. Alone, he could BELEAGUER an entire army just by circling so fast. Now, he just DALLIES around wasting time. He has a weakness though; Perry has an OPIATE addiction. After suffering so much battle pain he needed a drug to ease the pain, but he shouldn’t have GORGED on them. The opiates led him to other FELONIOUS activities, and before long he lost his touch. Now he is just some washed up, ANTIQUATED druggy with a house covered in offensive CARICATURES of him with big, fake muscles, or other exaggerated features.
Is there any such thing as a normal day? Everyday Patrick wondered. Being a DEMENTED hockey player isn’t always easy, especially having an OPIATE addiction to heroin. When Patrick was younger his parents made a FELONIOUS crime and he got taken away from his family. Because Patrick was demented people at school BELEAGUERED him everyday, one day people harassed him so much he didn’t want to go back to school. He felt so bad he began GORGING so much food that his hockey coach told him he was ANTIQUATED for the team. Patrick loved hockey so much because his team had to AMALGAMATE with local schools and that’s how he met his best friend. Patrick didn’t want to be unneeded on his team so he DALLYING around and got his life together. He HONED his skills and got help and now is a big help for his team and no longer is addicted to heroin.
Oh my god will you look at Josh! He's so DEMENTED! Who would start HONING a knife in study hall? What are you gonna do with the knife Josh? Cut yourself? You should do more than that. You should just do us all a big favor and just end it! Tyler said Well Tyler why don’t you tell the whole class what you do on your spare time.Josh said. Stop DALLYING around and tell us. Wait a second...Don't you take OPIATES? Josh said. And for people that dont know what they are..they are drugs. These drugs take away pain but he uses them to get high. Josh said. Shut up Josh you're gonna get me kicked of the football team.Tyler said. Then shut your mouth and stop talking about me.Josh said. Fine you win i’ll stop.Tyler said.
*5 hours later*
You know what...the only reason he bullies me s because ,my dad went to prison for doing a FELONIOUS crime. Josh said. My dad invited all of his friends to a BBQ and he AMALGAMATED them into a huge biker gang and they went and BELEAGUER people. And if you don't know what that big word means it means that they went and harassed people for money. But he only did it because mom is dying of cancer and we are too poor to pay the bill ourselfs. Josh said.
* 30 mins later*
HAHAHAHAHA. I just turned on my phone and went into snapchat and they put a new filter on it. This filter CARICATURES you looks and makes everything on your face looks bigger. Oh ya i forgot to tell you i work at this antique shop down on 76th street. All we sell is old ANTIQUATED things that don’t work anymore.Ugh it's pretty boring at work i must say but sometimes it's fun.HAHAHA this one time this guy i work with named Rick brought 8 hotdogs and he GORGED them. He ate them like a pig. It was funny but really disgusting. Josh said. Ok well i gotta go to work, but nice talking to ya hit me up sometime. Josh said as he walks down the street.
There was a sketch artist in New York who created CARIATURES for a living. He was making a lot of money and was able to travel wherever he wanted to, Buy whatever he wanted and GORGE on everything expensive. He had a lot of fantastic ideas by AMALGAMATING things people wouldn’t even think about. But, Not everyone’s life is going to stay perfect. He eventually became addicted to OPIATES to help him cope with his depression. People would call him DEMENTED because of the crazy things he would do like trying to start fights and BELEAGUER random people on the streets. The addiction eventually led him to DALLY from his job. One night the police showed up to his apartment because his ANTIQUED vase was stolen. The police later found out the man sold it but he forgot and was distressed. The police eventually tested him for drug abuse and found the OPIATES. This lead him to have a FELONIOUS crime and now he’s in jail for many years and would HONE knives on his free time. He lost his well paying job, house and basically everything.
Today was a special day. Winter Carnival came at the end of every February with its routine of competitions, however this year was different: it was the 75th anniversary. On a normal year, we would DALLY around in our early classes, avoiding all work, until the relay races started. It was usually all fun and games however the school administration had unique plans for us this year. They planned on making us have real sword battles. At first, when this announcement was made, we thought our principle was FELONIOUS. Apparently we had all signed a contract that allowed this to be legal. This made us all feel DEMENTED, because nobody in the entire school read the contract. Everyone was still in shock about the announcement and the carnival was only one day away. The only instance of retaliation came as the school newspaper’s front page was published with a CARICATURE of Principal Lewis, resembling the devil. I quickly brainstormed my mind for ideas that would save my fellow classmates. I reached for the ANTIQUATED sword that had laid under my bed for most of my life. I used a piece of cloth to wipe off all of the dust, without cutting my hand. According to my newly devised plan, I would not use the sword to harm my friends. Regardless, I found a good stone to help me HONE my sword. The next morning I woke up very early. It took me three minutes to gorge my morning eggs. I rushed onto the bus with my sword, where I unsurprisingly found my friends with their swords as well. Through several text messages the previous night, every kid in the school agreed to AMALGAMATE and form one united army to oppose the principal's plan. Before we knew it, Principle Lewis was in the center of the school yard pairing up groups of three to fight to the death. To his surprise, three hundred children BELEAGUERed him in a mob like fashion. As the circling mob of children broke apart, somebody called the police because it had not been our goal to kill the principle. The ambulance that came with the police immediately gave him an OPIATE in order the lessen the pain from his stab wounds. In the end of the day, I slept better knowing that none of my friends were the ones who ended up in the ambulance.
“Don’t DALLY!!,” my mom yells at me from down the stairs, telling me to get ready for school. I lay in bed, staring at the CARICATURE on my wall, trying to HONE my skills of getting out of bed on time. I get out of bed and run down stairs so I can GORGE myself with breakfast before we have to leave the house. I AMALGAMATE each ingredient to make pancakes as quick as I possibly can. I start to notice I have a headache, so I take an OPIATE to help with the pain. I get and the car and my mom races me to school at almost FELONIOUS speeds, trying to get me there on time. “This place is DEMENTED!” I say as I get out of the car, staring at the ANTIQUED building I’m about to walk into. I walk in and see kids BELEAGUER each other in small groups through the hallway. I go to my locker and get my things together then walk to homeroom and go on with my day, just like the day before.
Eli was a “thicc boi”. He was not very self-confident about being a “thicc boi” so he was very antisocial and stayed at home for most of the day. The only time Eli would leave the house would be to go GORGE himself on cottage cheese from his local cheese dealer. Eli would sneak out of the house and into the alley on 42nd street. Eli would go quick and never DALLY. He would go talk to his dealer Jeff and get the goods. Jeff was a pretty DEMENTED fellow and kind of unstable, but he had that good cottage, and that was all Eli cared about. The best part about cottage cheese was that it was that eating it was not a FELONIOUS act, so he was never going against the law which was a good thing for Eli. The only time it was against the law was when Jeff would sneakily AMALGAMATE the cottage with OPIATES making it a dangerously illegal drug, but Eli did enjoy when Jeff combined the two. It made him feel great. When Eli was feeling ANTIQUATED and not useful, he would ask Jeff for his special combo. Jeff was always more than happy to oblige. Also eating the cottage helped Eli to HONE his skiing skills. That was the only hobby that Eli really and besides eating cottage, it was the only thing that made him happy. He hated when his mom would BELEAGUER him about his school work because all he could think about was cottage and skiing and didn’t have time for school. Eli has a project where he had to draw a CARICATURE about anything, and he ended up drawing a skier eating cottage because those were the only things that he cared about in this world and that was all he needed.
Kevin was very felonious and loved to steal but especially from cady stores. Kevin needed to hone or sharpen his candy stealing skills by stealing all the candy in the county. Kevin amalgamated or combined his opiate and candy addiction into one. Whenever he ate candy he had to do an opiate or pain killer his favorite opiate was codeine. Kevin would often Gorge or eat lots of candy until he passed out. Some thought Kevin was demented or mentally ill because of his persistent screaming of the word jeb. His caricature was strange because his ears and toes were humongous and stinky. Kevin often would dally or goof off before work an forget to go kevin has been fired from many jobs. Kevin is antiquated or not useful because he has gotten very old and stanky. Kevin beleaguered or bombarded his friend Jhon with many questions about the benefits of eating cottage every day.
The wind pierced through his hair, HONING his senses to the forest around him. Massive oak and spruce trees BELEAGUERED him, surrounding him from all directions. He could hear the water from creek trickling over the tiny pebbles and sands, but he knew he was not alone. For this forest was known for its DEMENTED moans and cries, the sounds that your ears never forget. He knows the risks and troubles of this forest; he has been here before. Back when he was using several OPIATES he got from the drug store downtown, back when he could care less about the FELONIES, the crimes he so heartlessly committed. But now he is stuck. Stuck in the woods with no food to GORGE on, his stomach would growl all night long, but there was no food to please it. With no time to DALLY on, he quickly sprinted towards the miles of oak trees. An endless array of agriculture awaits him on his way home. Home. The word brings up a soft topic, one where he remembers his family, his CARICATURE she made him, the songs his daughter used to sing, the games him and his son used to play. But he is now ANTIQUATED, gone from existence and all that he loves. But he tries his best to AMALGAMATE, bring the family back together; but he fails. And now? He stays outside of the oak woods and stares down at the streams running across the fields and wonders to himself. Why me.
The attackers BELEAGUERED the group from all sides, pouring in from every direction, rendering their defenses useless and― “Ava, did you do the laundry yet?” my mom yelled from downstairs. “When have I ever?” I mumbled under my breath, then added a “Yeah!” so she wouldn’t come up while I was DALLYING, watching my favorite movie instead of starting my 20 page to-do list. I wouldn’t say I’m the biggest procrastinator in the world, but… I’m definitely up there. Whatever, being lazy isn’t a crime, it’s not FELONIOUS, so why do anything about it? Breaking out of my thoughts, I looked from the computer, to the pile of homework sitting on my desk, to the window. Yeah, definitely time for a snack. I made my way downstairs, not setting down the laptop as I carefully walked passed my father’s artifact collection. The ANTIQUATED tools shone dimly in the hallway light, reflecting the various shapes around the patches of rust and wear that would never come off, yet gave the old pieces a certain beauty. My mom had a very different taste in decoration, and it was kind of funny to see her CARICATURES in the bedroom, the bold colors and exaggerated features sharply contrasting my dads dark curtains and other touches. I made it to the kitchen, narrowly missing running into my mom’s DEMENTED cat. He was so stupid, trying to eat a piece of cloth that was hanging off of a coffee table. It’s a good thing he couldn’t complete the task, because he already has enough problems from GORGING himself on everything he sees. He’s so fat now from eating all the food that my mom AMALGAMATES for him. She mixes things like tuna and dry food and random other things that “will be better for him than dry food.” He’s lucky he hasn’t eaten anything really bad, or we would have to take him to the vet and he would be put on OPIATES so he would sleep through the operation. But, luckily he seems to have HONED his senses of what and what not to eat, except for this little episode, I thought as I gently nudged him away from the table and continued walking.
The ANTIQUATED house before me has character. The wood was painted white and is chipping away in some areas which shows the true wooden colors. The house complimented the turquoise sky that was blank with no clouds in sight. The house is placed in the middle of a sandy dune with a cactus complimenting the front porch. The porch that goes around the whole front of the house is rotting away; it is still sturdy enough to walk upon. When I stepped into the building, the smell of rotting wood and asbestos AMALGAMATES in my nose to create a horrific combination, a combination bad enough to BELEAGUER my sense of smell. I grab my face mask to protect myself from the toxicity of the asbestos and a flashlight from my backpack. Straight ahead of me was a hallway that led to more rooms. At the end of the hallway hung a CARICATURE of George Washington and a Russian flag hung above it. To the left of the political cartoon was a doorway that no longer held a door. When I walked in, I saw a big room full of shattered windows. The room held a beautiful mahogany dining table and chairs covered by a slightly graffitied plastic sheet. To the right of cartoon there was a kitchen. The walls and torn apart cabinets were painted white, the counters were an ugly chartreuse color. The back door seemed to be the only thing that was still in tact. I went into the kitchen to see if I could find anything to help me with the backstory of the house. In the cabinet above the sink there was still food, food that was expired ten years ago. Surprisingly nothing smelt rotten. When I had looked into the cabinet more closely, I had saw two mice GORGING on some food, one scampered away quickly while the other was running in circles. I thought that maybe the mouse was DEMENTED because he did not run from me like his friend did. I kindly closed the cabinet back up and went onto the next. The rest of the cabinets were open because of missing doors; nothing looked interesting to me. I decided to go through the drawers to see if they had any sentimental value. When I opened the drawer next to the fridge, I found a box that looked out of place. When I had opened it I found a bunch of empty syringes each labeled with a different type of OPIATE. I stood there and thought for awhile. Since I have been HONING my detective skills since middle school, I came up with two possible reasons on why these were here. Either the previous owner of the house was addicted to drugs, or was a doctor of some sort. I decided that I best not bother with them and move onto the next room. There is a door in the kitchen that leads to another room. I am surprised by what I see when I enter. All around the house you would see graffiti but this room was like no other. The room was empty other than FELONIOUS graffiti. On the ceiling and the floor were satanic stars and the walls said things like ‘He is Watching’ and ‘Beware of Him.’ I decided that this abandoned house was the perfect house to take a YouTube video of to post on my channel where I keep all of my explorations. My YouTube channel consists of exploring abandoned schools and abandoned warehouses, but I have never explored a place like this before. I thought that I’d best not DALLY on making this video. I should probably start recording while I still have some daylight left.
Nick Kulina had a dream one day he was hanging out with a DEMENTED gorilla who had schizophrenia and was addicted to an OPIOTE which caused him many problems such as withdrawl. His addiction was FELONIUS and got him sent to jail. The gorilla and nick AMALGAMATED together to kill the neighbor who keeps BELEAGUERING them when they are trying to GORGE into eating bananas which made them very annoyed with him. The gorilla and Nick honed their ANTIQUATED knives which were from his great grandpa in preparation, and they got so shard the gorilla of course cut himself. The CARICATURE of the plan was to run into his house and kill him but if they DALLY for too long the police will catch them.
The rest of the day flew by like a breeze, and without DALLYING, Jones rushed home. He barged through his front door and dropped his bag on the couch while continuing on into his kitchen. To satisfy the voracious growling in his stomach, he grabbed a bag of chips and threw himself on the couch. While he GORGED himself on the chips, his phone buzzed with the signal of a new message. Glancing at his screen, the text read ‘Dayton: got any stuff i can chill w/?’ Jones quickly typed back, ‘sry man, just ran out :/’. Lie. Jones did drugs, but never narcotics. He never tried OPIATES and didn’t plan on starting any time soon. Knowing his father would be home shortly, Jones gathered his things and headed to is desolate room. His walls were bare, except for the one band poster and CARICATURE drawing of his family from when he was a kid. Just seconds after he entered his room, Jones heard the front door muscled open abruptly. His father was home. If he stayed quiet, his crime ridden and FELONIOUS dad wouldn’t notice him. It was an understatement to call his father DEMENTED, psychotic seemed the more appropriate terminology. Jones sat quietly, thinking how his father could probably HONE his parenting skills. As he AMALGAMATED his rambling thoughts, he listened to the closening footsteps climbing the stairs. Jones stared into the ANTIQUATED mirror that was his grandmothers predicting what was to happen next. Not noticing that his father had burst through the door, Jones could feel his body go numb and ears start ringing; bile rising to his throat. His father had BELEAGUERED him into a corner that he knew he could not escape.
Patrick the Raccoon was sick and tired of being called the crackhead of the animal kingdom. Sure, you might see him riding on the back of a swimming alligator, or DALLYING in a trash can eating cottage cheese; but he is not a crackhead. Patrick devised a plan to take over the animal kingdom. He AMALGAMATED proper ingredients for some OPIATES that could really pack a punch. The other animals were addicted in no time, and since he was the only supply, other animals no longer BELEAGUERED him. Patrick HONED his drug making skills and set out to create the perfect opiate to make bank. The perfection of his recipe came one day when a DEMENTED old camel named George said “Just throw in some diesel maybe that’ll work.” Patrick was furious he hadn’t thought of that yet, but he rushed home to try it. The next day Patrick gave George a free sample as payment for trying it. George GORGED himself with all four of the pills and dropped to the ground. After the camel woke up he informed patrick that other than adjusting the serving size he thinks they’re ready for market. Obviously, his old product was ANTIQUATED compared to this new stuff. With his new and improved larger dosages, Patrick started pulling in the dough. Through his FELONIOUS business he was rolling in stacks and life was never better. He bought nice cars, nice houses, found a new hobby of painting CARICATURES, and even made a new name for himself. He is now an infamous social media entertainer known as Supreme Patty. He lives in California, where he brings goods to the homeless once a week. Many say he’s an idiot, many think he is the absolute king of the clout, but everyone can agree on one thing. Supreme Patty is absolutely crazy.
White walls, white sheets, white bandages; I miss color. I miss being able to wear cute clothes, and I miss the feeling of dad’s fingers as he braids my hair. I miss my dad. No one else seems to. My hands rest in my lap, the red, scarred skin covered with white bandages. I try to move one of my fingers, but instead I feel a sharp pain. This is my life now. Sitting in a white bed, in a white room, unable to move. I can’t move my legs, I can’t move my hands, I can’t do anything. I wish I died. The only thing I can do is wait. The door opens, and I find myself almost smiling. My aunt, Rachel, comes through the door. Her straight brown hair is in a hastily made ponytail, and her brown eyes have dark circles. We really don’t look a like, but she’s my mom’s younger sister. She visits almost everyday, for a whole month. I always enjoy our conversations. When my dad’s relatives come, I’m BELEAGUERED with words of sympathy. Things like, ‘I’m so sorry for what happened’, ‘He was a DEMENTED man’ and ‘You’re safe now’. I was safe before, but no one seems to believe that. Rachel smiles kindly, and sits down in the chair next to the bed. “Good evening, Aspen! How’re you feeling today?” She greets, like she always does. Even though she already knows the answer. “Same as always, I guess.” I mumble, looking down. One of her hands comes up to my cheek, forcing me to look up at her. Rachel’s eyes flit around my face, from my eye, to my eyepatch. She looks really tired. Well, she is miles away from her home. Chicago is pretty far from upstate New York, but she still made the trip. “I made sure not to DALLY, because I brought some things!” Rachel brightly smiles at me, then gets a smaller plastic bag from her larger one. She brings out a container, and I smell fresh baked goods. She’s bringing me food again! I could GORGE myself on Rachel’s homemade treats. “I know lemons are your favorite, but I thought you might like some key lime tarts. Have you ever tried anything key lime?” I shake my head. “I did most of the cooking in the house, but I only really made simple things. Sometimes dad would bring home takeout, or challenge me to try new recipes, but other than that I usually had pasta.” I HONED a lot of skills with my dad. He always made these little challenges for me, like ‘make a dance for this song’ or ‘try making a dress out of these fabrics.’ It was weird, saying these things in past tense. I wouldn’t ever see my dad again, even if he didn’t die. “Hey, Rachel?” I call out, and she looks up at me, “Do you hate my dad too?” Her face contorts in surprise, and she glances down at her hands. “I can’t say I like him, sweetie,” her fingers fidget with the container top, “look what he did to you.” I look down at my hands, my legs, and I know. I know what he’s done is FELONIOUS, he would be in jail for a long time, but I can’t bring myself to care. I miss him. Rachel quickly glances around, obviously uncomfortable. “How’re your legs feeling, by the way?”
“Very sore, they hurt whenever I move them.” My legs had the same texture my hands did, and I couldn’t bend my knees. I wish the doctors would give me more medication, like an OPIATE or something, but they said that it was too risky due to my age. They were thinking of removing my eye, though. They said I’d never be able to see out of my left eye again, which isn’t the greatest thing, but it hurt a lot of the time, so maybe it would be better with it gone? I haven’t decided yet. Rachel is still fiddling with the container, before she places it down on a table near the bed. “Hey, I brought some things from your old house,” I immediately perk up. Some of my things were lost in the fire, like my ANTIQUATED sewing machine and some of my clothes, but my other things were in a different room. From her large bag, Rachel pulls out a few trinkets. An old jewellry box with a ballerina figurine, and a few old drawings that looked CARICATURES of my dad, even though I knew that wasn’t what I was trying to do. Dad still had those drawings on the fridge, even when my newer drawings were much better. Even though I was thrilled to see some of the things, a bitter feeling soon came. My pointe shoes, which my dad would always eagerly buy new ones each time they broke. My violin, a beautiful burgundy instrument with its bow well taken care of. I always played Christmas carols on it while my dad clapped along. I couldn’t bare to look at them. I could never dance for my dad again, I couldn’t play my violin, I couldn’t even sew. An AMALGAMATION of feelings swelled in my chest, both good and bad. I’m elated so many things survived, but knowing that I could never do anything with them was despair inducing. I didn’t even notice I was crying until Rachel’s hand returned to my cheek, wiping away my tears. “I-I don’t want to be stuck here, just sitting everyday.” I confess, lifting up my arm to place my hand on the bed railing. It stung, but I didn’t care. Rachel leaned over the bed, and she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me into a loose hug. “Hey, Aspen? Did you know that the doctors gave the ok for a transfer?” I look at her, and she gives me a big smile. “You can finally come to Lake Placid! You can meet Eric and Cindy.” I remember the picture Rachel showed me of her family. Her husband, Eric, a teacher of culinary arts at a special high school, and Cindy, her daughter. I’ve heard so much about Cindy, and she even sent a get well card with a drawing. She seems like such a sweetheart. I’m a little worried though. “Rachel, are you okay with all of this? Learning that your nephew is in the hospital with major injuries, the bills, the housing...” All these thoughts swirled around in my head. Rachel’s arms were still around me, and she squeezed me a little tighter. “You’re family, Aspen. I was there when you were born. When I was 15, my sister had you, and you were everything to her. Whenever she’d call me, she’d tell me about you.” She continued, her hand combining through my short, curly hair. “She’d send me pictures of you, and I always loved seeing you. You were a cute little thing when you were 5.” Her hand drops from my hair, and lays lightly on my hand. “I’d never think of you as a burden, sweetie.” Tears fell from my face again. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve any of this. I was the reason my mom was dead, my dad was dead. I didn’t even remember what my mom looked like, it has been so long. Rachel simply grabs a tissue, and wipes my eyes, her smile still radiant on her face. She picks up the container, and holds out a tart for me. “Everything will be ok, and you’ll get better. The doctor said that there’s a chance that you could walk again, and I’ll help you every step of the way.” She picks up my hand gently, and places the dessert in my palm. “I’ll take care of you, ok?” I look at the treat in my hand, and I nod, gently smiling.
There once was an old man who lived in the middle of the forest; in a small rural town. He had lived alone for 5 years after his wife had died. However he has convinced himself that his wife is still there, and talks to her when in reality he is talking to the wall. He is truly DEMENTED. All of his relatives knew he was ill but they were all to afraid of him to help. As a compromise the family of the man sent a trained nurse to the house, to take car and watch over the man. The first thing the nurse noticed when she arrived was the old house, it was run down and ANTIQUATED house. The house was AMALGAMATED to a garage so that you were able to walk into it from the house, and on the other side was a beautiful wide lake. She walked up to the front door and knocked; there was no answer. She knocked a second time; there was no answer. She looked through the window into the dark dusty house. All she could see was old furniture and a man sitting facing a wall in a wheelchair. She knocked hard on the window and said “Excuse me sir, I was sent from the hospital to take care of you”. There was no movement from him, so she reached for the door handle and fortunately it was unlocked. She walked over to the old man, and touched his shoulder. He immediately wiped around and started to scream at the women. He went off about how he could have her arrested for the FELONY she had just committed. About after 10 minutes of yelling the man calmed down and said, “well just don’t stand there, there’s no time to DALLY. I need my medicine now, woman!” she rolled her eyes and gave him an OPIATE in is food so when he was done GORGING himself with food he would fall asleep easier. She put him to bed and decided to have a look around the old house. The first thing that she noticed was a painting of the old man's wife. She recognized that his wife had gruesomely large eyes, almost like the painting was a CARICATURE. The woman got to creeped out so she moved on. While she made her way through the house, she started to hear some weird noises, coming from the old man bedroom. When she arrived to his door, the sounds get louder and more ear piercing. She quickly swung open the door to the old man sitting on the floor facing the corner HONING a knife, almost to the point wear it could cut through bone. It was then she realized that she should have trusted her gut the first time the old man BELEAGUERED her, and that he’s not just a grumpy old man, but is a psychopath. Let’s just say that the nurse never took another patient again, mostly because she would spend the rest of her days in the old man's house, in the garage, under the pavement.
Troy had an Aunt named Elizabeth who was DEMENTED. She tried to overcome the struggle she was dealing with because of her mental instability. She didn’t have any family members that would help her except her nephew, Troy. He lived in NYC and she lived in Colorado. Troy lost touch with his Aunt and hasn't talked to her in years. Troy's parents BELEAGUERED him to try do something with his life. He was very upset about losing touch with his Aunt and it was hard for him to move on. One day Troy was walking down the streets of NYC and saw a CARICATURE of Donald Trump that caught his eye. Next to it was a “for sale” sign on an old ANTIQUATED building. He thought he could turn this into something that made him happier. Troy had a hard time starting his new business because he DALLIED every day. It may have been because his brother died from an overdose of OPIATE. He realized he had to get his life together and dedicate this bakery business to his family members. To start off, Troy made a cake but he had to AMALGAMATE the ingredients before he could do anything else. Troy had not baked in years so he had to HONE his skills. Troy got so upset that his first attempt wasn’t very good so he GORGED himself on the cake. After just two years of owning the bakery, Troy got convicted of a FELONIOUS crime. Troy had disobeyed the law by stealing ingredients from the bakery down the street. The bakery that he started for his family members was now closed.
The night started off pretty normal, I was GORGING on tacos and watching tv. I was home alone because my parents were gone for the weekend in Vegas. My aunt was going to come visit me at 11 after work. It was 10:30 and a commercial break. I decided I should let my DEMENTED dog outside. He was jumping everywhere when I let him out of the cage. I opened the door to let him out and he ran so far and so fast that I lost complete site of him. I needed to HONE my skills as fast as possible. I wasn’t sure if I should call my parents, or go looking for him myself. It was pretty dark outside and I don’t live in the friendliest neighborhood. I knew if my parents found out I would be dead. I went and found a flashlight after digging through an ANTIQUATED drawer we never look in . It’s just full of paperclips and random items. I left my house making sure to lock the door and take the key with me. I went to the first place I thought he would go ; the dog park. On my way there I had to pass a nightclub. Three older me, probably 25 years old, began to BELEAGUER me. They circled around me asking what I was looking for and teased me. I ran away as fast as I could until I bumped into a parked car. It was fun of CARICATURES someone drew. I started to DALLY and forget why I was even out. I was just admiring the artwork and laughing at some. It was 11 and I got a call from my aunt, shoot. I had to AMALGAMATE my detective skills and my fast running to find this crazy dog. I searched around the area I was in and then ran to the park; he wasn’t there. Suddenly I heard a giant crash. I looked around the corner and two people dressed in all black had smashed a window to the pet store. This wasn’t the first FELONIOUS thing I have witnessed in my town but it sure was scary. I whipped out my phone to call 911 but out of nowhere a giant beast starts to attack the criminals. He was biting their legs are barking loud enough for more people to notice and come outside. Someone ended up calling the police because the criminals were screaming in pain. When the sirens got closer I ran up to the scene because I had to claim my dog. The police gave him an OPIATE so he would sleep . “ Hey. that’s my dog!”, I shouted as they took him away. “ Sorry about that”, an officer replied, “ Here you go. Your dog is a real hero, he stopped these criminals from committing their plans” I took back my dog and watched as the two people dressed in black were unmasked. “ MOM AND DAD?!”
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ReplyDeleteThe class of 2020 decided to go on a trip to Washington DC. The teachers believed it would be a great learning experience for their class and could help them bond more. Once they get there, they are split up into groups of four with a teacher. Each group will get to visit the museums of their choosing. Group one consist of three girls and one boy. Lola, Chloe, Jess and Fred. All the girls want to go see the National Museum of Natural History but Fred wants to see the National Air and Space Museum. After arguing for half an hour they finally make their way. While they are walking to the National Museum of Natural History, they lose their teacher. Not knowing what to do, the group of kids walk into butcher's shop to ask for directions. A big scary man walks from the back room and pulls out of knife to HONE it. The knife probably wouldn’t be able to cut the slab of meat in front of him unless it was honed. All four kids were too afraid to ask this man for directions, so they left. Once they left, they run into another group of kids from their class. This group is Jane, James, Chris and Sadie. They are also lost. Both groups AMALGAMATE because if they were separate they wouldn’t make it far. Suddenly a man comes out of the shadows to talk to the kids. They ask him for directions but he does not know where he is. The kids believe he is DEMENTED. This demented man hands James a small package. When Chris asks what is in the package that man says they are OPIATES. Lola grabs the opiates and throws them on the ground and tells James they are drugs. Finally the kids get away from the creepy man. The three girls in group one constantly BELEAGUER Fred. He cannot take their high pitched voices while they walk down the street. Fred then sees a hot dog stand and thinks that maybe if he got them hot dogs, they’d stop being annoying. Each kid ends up get to many hot dogs and they GORGE on them until they can’t breathe. Next to the hot dog stand is another stand where you can get a drawing. James gets a CARICATURE of himself and all the kids laugh at his goofy ears. After they DALLY around the stands, the kids move on. While they are walking, Jane finds a very pretty and almost ANTIQUATED necklace. She tells Jess that the necklace looks so old it could be in a museum. Fred points out that it looks like a necklace from a book he once read. Jane puts the necklace on and they continue down the road. After hours of being without supervision, the kids find the spot they broke up into groups earlier that day. There the teachers are waiting for them. They were worried sick. A local policeman was standing there and he saw Jane’s necklace. He said it had been stolen from a museum and he thought she did it. This would be a very FELONIOUS act for Jane and there is no way she could be that unlawful. So she explained to the officer that she did not steal it, she found it on the sidewalk. The policeman took the necklace from Jane and returns it to the museum it came from. After a long day lost in Washington DC, the kids make it home safely.
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Once upon a time there was a massive seagull that ran the streets of Detroit and was extremely FELONIOUS, breaking into cars often. On normal days this seagull would fly around and BELEAGUER others on the street, the people couldn’t do anything about it. But, during this day all the seagull was doing consisted of HONING his beak on a tree to get it to the perfect point, and AMALGAMATE some sticks to form his nest into a bigger one. Also, on the same day he decided to go on his daily food search to GORGE himself with food; he was feeling awfully hungry and needed to stop DALLYING and get down to the business of finding food. So, as he was flying around he noticed a little white thing on the ground and flew closer. His stomach rumbled and the DEMENTED voice inside his head told him to just eat the white thing. Sadly, little did the seagull know, that little white thing on the ground was an OPIATE, a codeine pill. Now, the seagull was just sitting there stuck, completely numb. As he closed his eyes the bird was seeing CARICATURES of himself. This made him laugh as his features were exaggerated. Nowadays, the seagull is ANTIQUATED and his throne of the streets of Detroit was taken over because all he does now is search for more opiates.
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Once upon a time I was in Memphis and My cousin and I planned to do a suprise party for my auntie so we almagamate all the ingredients for the cake.It was for my auntie and she’s demented so this year we decided to cheer her up.Mike and I thought it’ll be nice ,there going to be a lot of food to gorge down food,Buy some gifts for her party we decided to get her an Iphone 6 as one of her gifts for her birthday because she had this antiquated phone for years that only make calls no internet connection.We got someone to do a caricature of her because we thought it’ll be funny.I had told mike we can’t dally around we had to make this her best birthday ever.I wish my uncle could be here to see he’s a felonious and currently locked up so we can’t see him until another year or two.It was stressing me out a little so I took an advil to opiate my stress level.Most of my family loved aunt Rita,and my grandad is in the army so he honed a knife for her and sent it to her she was really happy how we beleaguer all around her with love.
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This story starts with a man named Joe. Now Joe was an ordinary person and he liked to cook. But to cook he had to amalgamate all of the ingredients to make the food. Now the cakes he makes might make you think he is a little demented or weird but trust me he is just honing his skills. He makes so many cakes it feels like they are beleaguering and encercaling you. Now people usually go there to gorge on food and to just stuff themselves full of deliciousness until they are antiquated and are useless. Sometimes you can get a spiked cake with opiates to make you sleep. Then the workers draw caricatures on your face and make them really out of proportion. They are usually felonious people that do bad things and they usually dally or wait to do their work.
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Denise Colins had the misfortune of being the only pet owner in town with a truly DEMENTED animal. Denise’s so called “pet” was a snow white rabbit with extremely abnormal behaviors. It had a tendency to GORGE itself with Denise’s furniture and destroy her ANTIQUATED belongings (although old, they were valuable nonetheless). Additionally, when Denise made any attempt made to end the rabbit’s FELONIOUS tendencies, the rabbit would HONE its tiny nails and BELEAGUER her incessantly. On one occasion, Denise found a crude CARICATURE of her, which she immediately assumed was the rabbit’s work (because let’s face it, this lady was pretty crazy too) and resolved she was no longer going to DALLY looking for a solution. She was going to rid herself of the demonic rabbit...but how? She certainly wasn’t going to resort to OPIATES or any type of sedative for that matter. She also wasn’t going to AMALGAMATE with anyone or any group (because, once again, this lady was nuts; her only friend was the insane rabbit) Denise resolved to simply open the window and allow the rabbit to fly (once again, she’s nuts) which it failed to do, due to its lack of wings or any type of aerial device since it was of course a rabbit. Despite this failed attempt, Denise had in fact rid herself of the rabbit and solved her problem.
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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there was the Great Platypus War. There was an extremely superior fighter named Perry. Over many many years Perry the Platypus HONED his fighting skills to perfection. He was smart and quick witted: far from DEMENTED he was one of the best. He could AMALGAMATE a number of fight moves into an unbeatable combo. Alone, he could BELEAGUER an entire army just by circling so fast. Now, he just DALLIES around wasting time. He has a weakness though; Perry has an OPIATE addiction. After suffering so much battle pain he needed a drug to ease the pain, but he shouldn’t have GORGED on them. The opiates led him to other FELONIOUS activities, and before long he lost his touch. Now he is just some washed up, ANTIQUATED druggy with a house covered in offensive CARICATURES of him with big, fake muscles, or other exaggerated features.
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Is there any such thing as a normal day? Everyday Patrick wondered. Being a DEMENTED hockey player isn’t always easy, especially having an OPIATE addiction to heroin. When Patrick was younger his parents made a FELONIOUS crime and he got taken away from his family. Because Patrick was demented people at school BELEAGUERED him everyday, one day people harassed him so much he didn’t want to go back to school. He felt so bad he began GORGING so much food that his hockey coach told him he was ANTIQUATED for the team. Patrick loved hockey so much because his team had to AMALGAMATE with local schools and that’s how he met his best friend. Patrick didn’t want to be unneeded on his team so he DALLYING around and got his life together. He HONED his skills and got help and now is a big help for his team and no longer is addicted to heroin.
ReplyDeleteOh my god will you look at Josh! He's so DEMENTED! Who would start HONING a knife in study hall? What are you gonna do with the knife Josh? Cut yourself? You should do more than that. You should just do us all a big favor and just end it! Tyler said
ReplyDeleteWell Tyler why don’t you tell the whole class what you do on your spare time.Josh said.
Stop DALLYING around and tell us. Wait a second...Don't you take OPIATES? Josh said. And for people that dont know what they are..they are drugs. These drugs take away pain but he uses them to get high. Josh said.
Shut up Josh you're gonna get me kicked of the football team.Tyler said.
Then shut your mouth and stop talking about me.Josh said.
Fine you win i’ll stop.Tyler said.
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You know what...the only reason he bullies me s because ,my dad went to prison for doing a FELONIOUS crime. Josh said. My dad invited all of his friends to a BBQ and he AMALGAMATED them into a huge biker gang and they went and BELEAGUER people. And if you don't know what that big word means it means that they went and harassed people for money. But he only did it because mom is dying of cancer and we are too poor to pay the bill ourselfs. Josh said.
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HAHAHAHAHA. I just turned on my phone and went into snapchat and they put a new filter on it. This filter CARICATURES you looks and makes everything on your face looks bigger. Oh ya i forgot to tell you i work at this antique shop down on 76th street. All we sell is old ANTIQUATED things that don’t work anymore.Ugh it's pretty boring at work i must say but sometimes it's fun.HAHAHA this one time this guy i work with named Rick brought 8 hotdogs and he GORGED them. He ate them like a pig. It was funny but really disgusting. Josh said.
Ok well i gotta go to work, but nice talking to ya hit me up sometime. Josh said as he walks down the street.
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There was a sketch artist in New York who created CARIATURES for a living. He was making a lot of money and was able to travel wherever he wanted to, Buy whatever he wanted and GORGE on everything expensive. He had a lot of fantastic ideas by AMALGAMATING things people wouldn’t even think about. But, Not everyone’s life is going to stay perfect. He eventually became addicted to OPIATES to help him cope with his depression. People would call him DEMENTED because of the crazy things he would do like trying to start fights and BELEAGUER random people on the streets. The addiction eventually led him to DALLY from his job. One night the police showed up to his apartment because his ANTIQUED vase was stolen. The police later found out the man sold it but he forgot and was distressed. The police eventually tested him for drug abuse and found the OPIATES. This lead him to have a FELONIOUS crime and now he’s in jail for many years and would HONE knives on his free time. He lost his well paying job, house and basically everything.
ReplyDeleteToday was a special day. Winter Carnival came at the end of every February with its routine of competitions, however this year was different: it was the 75th anniversary. On a normal year, we would DALLY around in our early classes, avoiding all work, until the relay races started. It was usually all fun and games however the school administration had unique plans for us this year. They planned on making us have real sword battles.
ReplyDeleteAt first, when this announcement was made, we thought our principle was FELONIOUS. Apparently we had all signed a contract that allowed this to be legal. This made us all feel DEMENTED, because nobody in the entire school read the contract. Everyone was still in shock about the announcement and the carnival was only one day away. The only instance of retaliation came as the school newspaper’s front page was published with a CARICATURE of Principal Lewis, resembling the devil. I quickly brainstormed my mind for ideas that would save my fellow classmates.
I reached for the ANTIQUATED sword that had laid under my bed for most of my life. I used a piece of cloth to wipe off all of the dust, without cutting my hand. According to my newly devised plan, I would not use the sword to harm my friends. Regardless, I found a good stone to help me HONE my sword.
The next morning I woke up very early. It took me three minutes to gorge my morning eggs. I rushed onto the bus with my sword, where I unsurprisingly found my friends with their swords as well. Through several text messages the previous night, every kid in the school agreed to AMALGAMATE and form one united army to oppose the principal's plan. Before we knew it, Principle Lewis was in the center of the school yard pairing up groups of three to fight to the death. To his surprise, three hundred children BELEAGUERed him in a mob like fashion. As the circling mob of children broke apart, somebody called the police because it had not been our goal to kill the principle. The ambulance that came with the police immediately gave him an OPIATE in order the lessen the pain from his stab wounds. In the end of the day, I slept better knowing that none of my friends were the ones who ended up in the ambulance.
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“Don’t DALLY!!,” my mom yells at me from down the stairs, telling me to get ready for school. I lay in bed, staring at the CARICATURE on my wall, trying to HONE my skills of getting out of bed on time. I get out of bed and run down stairs so I can GORGE myself with breakfast before we have to leave the house. I AMALGAMATE each ingredient to make pancakes as quick as I possibly can. I start to notice I have a headache, so I take an OPIATE to help with the pain. I get and the car and my mom races me to school at almost FELONIOUS speeds, trying to get me there on time. “This place is DEMENTED!” I say as I get out of the car, staring at the ANTIQUED building I’m about to walk into. I walk in and see kids BELEAGUER each other in small groups through the hallway. I go to my locker and get my things together then walk to homeroom and go on with my day, just like the day before.
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Eli was a “thicc boi”. He was not very self-confident about being a “thicc boi” so he was very antisocial and stayed at home for most of the day. The only time Eli would leave the house would be to go GORGE himself on cottage cheese from his local cheese dealer. Eli would sneak out of the house and into the alley on 42nd street. Eli would go quick and never DALLY. He would go talk to his dealer Jeff and get the goods. Jeff was a pretty DEMENTED fellow and kind of unstable, but he had that good cottage, and that was all Eli cared about. The best part about cottage cheese was that it was that eating it was not a FELONIOUS act, so he was never going against the law which was a good thing for Eli. The only time it was against the law was when Jeff would sneakily AMALGAMATE the cottage with OPIATES making it a dangerously illegal drug, but Eli did enjoy when Jeff combined the two. It made him feel great. When Eli was feeling ANTIQUATED and not useful, he would ask Jeff for his special combo. Jeff was always more than happy to oblige. Also eating the cottage helped Eli to HONE his skiing skills. That was the only hobby that Eli really and besides eating cottage, it was the only thing that made him happy. He hated when his mom would BELEAGUER him about his school work because all he could think about was cottage and skiing and didn’t have time for school. Eli has a project where he had to draw a CARICATURE about anything, and he ended up drawing a skier eating cottage because those were the only things that he cared about in this world and that was all he needed.
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Kevin was very felonious and loved to steal but especially from cady stores. Kevin needed to hone or sharpen his candy stealing skills by stealing all the candy in the county. Kevin amalgamated or combined his opiate and candy addiction into one. Whenever he ate candy he had to do an opiate or pain killer his favorite opiate was codeine. Kevin would often Gorge or eat lots of candy until he passed out. Some thought Kevin was demented or mentally ill because of his persistent screaming of the word jeb. His caricature was strange because his ears and toes were humongous and stinky. Kevin often would dally or goof off before work an forget to go kevin has been fired from many jobs. Kevin is antiquated or not useful because he has gotten very old and stanky. Kevin beleaguered or bombarded his friend Jhon with many questions about the benefits of eating cottage every day.
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The wind pierced through his hair, HONING his senses to the forest around him. Massive oak and spruce trees BELEAGUERED him, surrounding him from all directions. He could hear the water from creek trickling over the tiny pebbles and sands, but he knew he was not alone. For this forest was known for its DEMENTED moans and cries, the sounds that your ears never forget. He knows the risks and troubles of this forest; he has been here before. Back when he was using several OPIATES he got from the drug store downtown, back when he could care less about the FELONIES, the crimes he so heartlessly committed. But now he is stuck. Stuck in the woods with no food to GORGE on, his stomach would growl all night long, but there was no food to please it. With no time to DALLY on, he quickly sprinted towards the miles of oak trees. An endless array of agriculture awaits him on his way home. Home. The word brings up a soft topic, one where he remembers his family, his CARICATURE she made him, the songs his daughter used to sing, the games him and his son used to play. But he is now ANTIQUATED, gone from existence and all that he loves. But he tries his best to AMALGAMATE, bring the family back together; but he fails. And now? He stays outside of the oak woods and stares down at the streams running across the fields and wonders to himself. Why me.
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The attackers BELEAGUERED the group from all sides, pouring in from every direction, rendering their defenses useless and―
ReplyDelete“Ava, did you do the laundry yet?” my mom yelled from downstairs.
“When have I ever?” I mumbled under my breath, then added a “Yeah!” so she wouldn’t come up while I was DALLYING, watching my favorite movie instead of starting my 20 page to-do list.
I wouldn’t say I’m the biggest procrastinator in the world, but… I’m definitely up there. Whatever, being lazy isn’t a crime, it’s not FELONIOUS, so why do anything about it?
Breaking out of my thoughts, I looked from the computer, to the pile of homework sitting on my desk, to the window. Yeah, definitely time for a snack.
I made my way downstairs, not setting down the laptop as I carefully walked passed my father’s artifact collection. The ANTIQUATED tools shone dimly in the hallway light, reflecting the various shapes around the patches of rust and wear that would never come off, yet gave the old pieces a certain beauty.
My mom had a very different taste in decoration, and it was kind of funny to see her CARICATURES in the bedroom, the bold colors and exaggerated features sharply contrasting my dads dark curtains and other touches.
I made it to the kitchen, narrowly missing running into my mom’s DEMENTED cat. He was so stupid, trying to eat a piece of cloth that was hanging off of a coffee table. It’s a good thing he couldn’t complete the task, because he already has enough problems from GORGING himself on everything he sees. He’s so fat now from eating all the food that my mom AMALGAMATES for him. She mixes things like tuna and dry food and random other things that “will be better for him than dry food.”
He’s lucky he hasn’t eaten anything really bad, or we would have to take him to the vet and he would be put on OPIATES so he would sleep through the operation. But, luckily he seems to have HONED his senses of what and what not to eat, except for this little episode, I thought as I gently nudged him away from the table and continued walking.
Nicely done, Elise!
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The ANTIQUATED house before me has character. The wood was painted white and is chipping away in some areas which shows the true wooden colors. The house complimented the turquoise sky that was blank with no clouds in sight. The house is placed in the middle of a sandy dune with a cactus complimenting the front porch. The porch that goes around the whole front of the house is rotting away; it is still sturdy enough to walk upon.
ReplyDeleteWhen I stepped into the building, the smell of rotting wood and asbestos AMALGAMATES in my nose to create a horrific combination, a combination bad enough to BELEAGUER my sense of smell. I grab my face mask to protect myself from the toxicity of the asbestos and a flashlight from my backpack. Straight ahead of me was a hallway that led to more rooms. At the end of the hallway hung a CARICATURE of George Washington and a Russian flag hung above it. To the left of the political cartoon was a doorway that no longer held a door. When I walked in, I saw a big room full of shattered windows. The room held a beautiful mahogany dining table and chairs covered by a slightly graffitied plastic sheet.
To the right of cartoon there was a kitchen. The walls and torn apart cabinets were painted white, the counters were an ugly chartreuse color. The back door seemed to be the only thing that was still in tact. I went into the kitchen to see if I could find anything to help me with the backstory of the house. In the cabinet above the sink there was still food, food that was expired ten years ago. Surprisingly nothing smelt rotten. When I had looked into the cabinet more closely, I had saw two mice GORGING on some food, one scampered away quickly while the other was running in circles. I thought that maybe the mouse was DEMENTED because he did not run from me like his friend did. I kindly closed the cabinet back up and went onto the next.
The rest of the cabinets were open because of missing doors; nothing looked interesting to me. I decided to go through the drawers to see if they had any sentimental value. When I opened the drawer next to the fridge, I found a box that looked out of place. When I had opened it I found a bunch of empty syringes each labeled with a different type of OPIATE. I stood there and thought for awhile. Since I have been HONING my detective skills since middle school, I came up with two possible reasons on why these were here. Either the previous owner of the house was addicted to drugs, or was a doctor of some sort. I decided that I best not bother with them and move onto the next room.
There is a door in the kitchen that leads to another room. I am surprised by what I see when I enter. All around the house you would see graffiti but this room was like no other. The room was empty other than FELONIOUS graffiti. On the ceiling and the floor were satanic stars and the walls said things like ‘He is Watching’ and ‘Beware of Him.’ I decided that this abandoned house was the perfect house to take a YouTube video of to post on my channel where I keep all of my explorations. My YouTube channel consists of exploring abandoned schools and abandoned warehouses, but I have never explored a place like this before. I thought that I’d best not DALLY on making this video. I should probably start recording while I still have some daylight left.
Nice work, Taylor. Keep it up.
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Nick Kulina had a dream one day he was hanging out with a DEMENTED gorilla who had schizophrenia and was addicted to an OPIOTE which caused him many problems such as withdrawl. His addiction was FELONIUS and got him sent to jail. The gorilla and nick AMALGAMATED together to kill the neighbor who keeps BELEAGUERING them when they are trying to GORGE into eating bananas which made them very annoyed with him. The gorilla and Nick honed their ANTIQUATED knives which were from his great grandpa in preparation, and they got so shard the gorilla of course cut himself. The CARICATURE of the plan was to run into his house and kill him but if they DALLY for too long the police will catch them.
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The rest of the day flew by like a breeze, and without DALLYING, Jones rushed home. He barged through his front door and dropped his bag on the couch while continuing on into his kitchen. To satisfy the voracious growling in his stomach, he grabbed a bag of chips and threw himself on the couch. While he GORGED himself on the chips, his phone buzzed with the signal of a new message. Glancing at his screen, the text read ‘Dayton: got any stuff i can chill w/?’ Jones quickly typed back, ‘sry man, just ran out :/’. Lie. Jones did drugs, but never narcotics. He never tried OPIATES and didn’t plan on starting any time soon. Knowing his father would be home shortly, Jones gathered his things and headed to is desolate room. His walls were bare, except for the one band poster and CARICATURE drawing of his family from when he was a kid. Just seconds after he entered his room, Jones heard the front door muscled open abruptly. His father was home. If he stayed quiet, his crime ridden and FELONIOUS dad wouldn’t notice him. It was an understatement to call his father DEMENTED, psychotic seemed the more appropriate terminology. Jones sat quietly, thinking how his father could probably HONE his parenting skills. As he AMALGAMATED his rambling thoughts, he listened to the closening footsteps climbing the stairs. Jones stared into the ANTIQUATED mirror that was his grandmothers predicting what was to happen next. Not noticing that his father had burst through the door, Jones could feel his body go numb and ears start ringing; bile rising to his throat. His father had BELEAGUERED him into a corner that he knew he could not escape.
ReplyDeletePatrick the Raccoon was sick and tired of being called the crackhead of the animal kingdom. Sure, you might see him riding on the back of a swimming alligator, or DALLYING in a trash can eating cottage cheese; but he is not a crackhead. Patrick devised a plan to take over the animal kingdom. He AMALGAMATED proper ingredients for some OPIATES that could really pack a punch. The other animals were addicted in no time, and since he was the only supply, other animals no longer BELEAGUERED him. Patrick HONED his drug making skills and set out to create the perfect opiate to make bank. The perfection of his recipe came one day when a DEMENTED old camel named George said “Just throw in some diesel maybe that’ll work.” Patrick was furious he hadn’t thought of that yet, but he rushed home to try it. The next day Patrick gave George a free sample as payment for trying it. George GORGED himself with all four of the pills and dropped to the ground. After the camel woke up he informed patrick that other than adjusting the serving size he thinks they’re ready for market. Obviously, his old product was ANTIQUATED compared to this new stuff. With his new and improved larger dosages, Patrick started pulling in the dough. Through his FELONIOUS business he was rolling in stacks and life was never better. He bought nice cars, nice houses, found a new hobby of painting CARICATURES, and even made a new name for himself. He is now an infamous social media entertainer known as Supreme Patty. He lives in California, where he brings goods to the homeless once a week. Many say he’s an idiot, many think he is the absolute king of the clout, but everyone can agree on one thing. Supreme Patty is absolutely crazy.
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White walls, white sheets, white bandages; I miss color. I miss being able to wear cute clothes, and I miss the feeling of dad’s fingers as he braids my hair. I miss my dad. No one else seems to. My hands rest in my lap, the red, scarred skin covered with white bandages. I try to move one of my fingers, but instead I feel a sharp pain. This is my life now. Sitting in a white bed, in a white room, unable to move. I can’t move my legs, I can’t move my hands, I can’t do anything. I wish I died. The only thing I can do is wait.
ReplyDeleteThe door opens, and I find myself almost smiling. My aunt, Rachel, comes through the door. Her straight brown hair is in a hastily made ponytail, and her brown eyes have dark circles. We really don’t look a like, but she’s my mom’s younger sister. She visits almost everyday, for a whole month. I always enjoy our conversations. When my dad’s relatives come, I’m BELEAGUERED with words of sympathy. Things like, ‘I’m so sorry for what happened’, ‘He was a DEMENTED man’ and ‘You’re safe now’. I was safe before, but no one seems to believe that. Rachel smiles kindly, and sits down in the chair next to the bed.
“Good evening, Aspen! How’re you feeling today?” She greets, like she always does. Even though she already knows the answer.
“Same as always, I guess.” I mumble, looking down. One of her hands comes up to my cheek, forcing me to look up at her. Rachel’s eyes flit around my face, from my eye, to my eyepatch. She looks really tired. Well, she is miles away from her home. Chicago is pretty far from upstate New York, but she still made the trip.
“I made sure not to DALLY, because I brought some things!” Rachel brightly smiles at me, then gets a smaller plastic bag from her larger one. She brings out a container, and I smell fresh baked goods. She’s bringing me food again! I could GORGE myself on Rachel’s homemade treats. “I know lemons are your favorite, but I thought you might like some key lime tarts. Have you ever tried anything key lime?” I shake my head.
“I did most of the cooking in the house, but I only really made simple things. Sometimes dad would bring home takeout, or challenge me to try new recipes, but other than that I usually had pasta.” I HONED a lot of skills with my dad. He always made these little challenges for me, like ‘make a dance for this song’ or ‘try making a dress out of these fabrics.’ It was weird, saying these things in past tense. I wouldn’t ever see my dad again, even if he didn’t die. “Hey, Rachel?” I call out, and she looks up at me, “Do you hate my dad too?” Her face contorts in surprise, and she glances down at her hands.
“I can’t say I like him, sweetie,” her fingers fidget with the container top, “look what he did to you.” I look down at my hands, my legs, and I know. I know what he’s done is FELONIOUS, he would be in jail for a long time, but I can’t bring myself to care. I miss him. Rachel quickly glances around, obviously uncomfortable. “How’re your legs feeling, by the way?”
“Very sore, they hurt whenever I move them.” My legs had the same texture my hands did, and I couldn’t bend my knees. I wish the doctors would give me more medication, like an OPIATE or something, but they said that it was too risky due to my age. They were thinking of removing my eye, though. They said I’d never be able to see out of my left eye again, which isn’t the greatest thing, but it hurt a lot of the time, so maybe it would be better with it gone? I haven’t decided yet. Rachel is still fiddling with the container, before she places it down on a table near the bed.
ReplyDelete“Hey, I brought some things from your old house,” I immediately perk up. Some of my things were lost in the fire, like my ANTIQUATED sewing machine and some of my clothes, but my other things were in a different room. From her large bag, Rachel pulls out a few trinkets. An old jewellry box with a ballerina figurine, and a few old drawings that looked CARICATURES of my dad, even though I knew that wasn’t what I was trying to do. Dad still had those drawings on the fridge, even when my newer drawings were much better. Even though I was thrilled to see some of the things, a bitter feeling soon came. My pointe shoes, which my dad would always eagerly buy new ones each time they broke. My violin, a beautiful burgundy instrument with its bow well taken care of. I always played Christmas carols on it while my dad clapped along. I couldn’t bare to look at them. I could never dance for my dad again, I couldn’t play my violin, I couldn’t even sew. An AMALGAMATION of feelings swelled in my chest, both good and bad. I’m elated so many things survived, but knowing that I could never do anything with them was despair inducing. I didn’t even notice I was crying until Rachel’s hand returned to my cheek, wiping away my tears.
“I-I don’t want to be stuck here, just sitting everyday.” I confess, lifting up my arm to place my hand on the bed railing. It stung, but I didn’t care. Rachel leaned over the bed, and she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me into a loose hug.
“Hey, Aspen? Did you know that the doctors gave the ok for a transfer?” I look at her, and she gives me a big smile. “You can finally come to Lake Placid! You can meet Eric and Cindy.” I remember the picture Rachel showed me of her family. Her husband, Eric, a teacher of culinary arts at a special high school, and Cindy, her daughter. I’ve heard so much about Cindy, and she even sent a get well card with a drawing. She seems like such a sweetheart. I’m a little worried though.
“Rachel, are you okay with all of this? Learning that your nephew is in the hospital with major injuries, the bills, the housing...” All these thoughts swirled around in my head. Rachel’s arms were still around me, and she squeezed me a little tighter.
“You’re family, Aspen. I was there when you were born. When I was 15, my sister had you, and you were everything to her. Whenever she’d call me, she’d tell me about you.” She continued, her hand combining through my short, curly hair. “She’d send me pictures of you, and I always loved seeing you. You were a cute little thing when you were 5.” Her hand drops from my hair, and lays lightly on my hand. “I’d never think of you as a burden, sweetie.”
Tears fell from my face again. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve any of this. I was the reason my mom was dead, my dad was dead. I didn’t even remember what my mom looked like, it has been so long. Rachel simply grabs a tissue, and wipes my eyes, her smile still radiant on her face. She picks up the container, and holds out a tart for me.
“Everything will be ok, and you’ll get better. The doctor said that there’s a chance that you could walk again, and I’ll help you every step of the way.” She picks up my hand gently, and places the dessert in my palm. “I’ll take care of you, ok?” I look at the treat in my hand, and I nod, gently smiling.
Well done, Annie. Realistic dialogue and character development.
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ReplyDeleteThere once was an old man who lived in the middle of the forest; in a small rural town. He had lived alone for 5 years after his wife had died. However he has convinced himself that his wife is still there, and talks to her when in reality he is talking to the wall. He is truly DEMENTED. All of his relatives knew he was ill but they were all to afraid of him to help. As a compromise the family of the man sent a trained nurse to the house, to take car and watch over the man.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing the nurse noticed when she arrived was the old house, it was run down and ANTIQUATED house. The house was AMALGAMATED to a garage so that you were able to walk into it from the house, and on the other side was a beautiful wide lake. She walked up to the front door and knocked; there was no answer. She knocked a second time; there was no answer. She looked through the window into the dark dusty house. All she could see was old furniture and a man sitting facing a wall in a wheelchair. She knocked hard on the window and said “Excuse me sir, I was sent from the hospital to take care of you”.
There was no movement from him, so she reached for the door handle and fortunately it was unlocked. She walked over to the old man, and touched his shoulder. He immediately wiped around and started to scream at the women. He went off about how he could have her arrested for the FELONY she had just committed. About after 10 minutes of yelling the man calmed down and said, “well just don’t stand there, there’s no time to DALLY. I need my medicine now, woman!” she rolled her eyes and gave him an OPIATE in is food so when he was done GORGING himself with food he would fall asleep easier. She put him to bed and decided to have a look around the old house.
The first thing that she noticed was a painting of the old man's wife. She recognized that his wife had gruesomely large eyes, almost like the painting was a CARICATURE. The woman got to creeped out so she moved on. While she made her way through the house, she started to hear some weird noises, coming from the old man bedroom. When she arrived to his door, the sounds get louder and more ear piercing. She quickly swung open the door to the old man sitting on the floor facing the corner HONING a knife, almost to the point wear it could cut through bone. It was then she realized that she should have trusted her gut the first time the old man BELEAGUERED her, and that he’s not just a grumpy old man, but is a psychopath. Let’s just say that the nurse never took another patient again, mostly because she would spend the rest of her days in the old man's house, in the garage, under the pavement.
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Troy had an Aunt named Elizabeth who was DEMENTED. She tried to overcome the struggle she was dealing with because of her mental instability. She didn’t have any family members that would help her except her nephew, Troy. He lived in NYC and she lived in Colorado. Troy lost touch with his Aunt and hasn't talked to her in years. Troy's parents BELEAGUERED him to try do something with his life. He was very upset about losing touch with his Aunt and it was hard for him to move on. One day Troy was walking down the streets of NYC and saw a CARICATURE of Donald Trump that caught his eye. Next to it was a “for sale” sign on an old ANTIQUATED building. He thought he could turn this into something that made him happier. Troy had a hard time starting his new business because he DALLIED every day. It may have been because his brother died from an overdose of OPIATE. He realized he had to get his life together and dedicate this bakery business to his family members. To start off, Troy made a cake but he had to AMALGAMATE the ingredients before he could do anything else. Troy had not baked in years so he had to HONE his skills. Troy got so upset that his first attempt wasn’t very good so he GORGED himself on the cake. After just two years of owning the bakery, Troy got convicted of a FELONIOUS crime. Troy had disobeyed the law by stealing ingredients from the bakery down the street. The bakery that he started for his family members was now closed.
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ReplyDeleteThe night started off pretty normal, I was GORGING on tacos and watching tv. I was home alone because my parents were gone for the weekend in Vegas. My aunt was going to come visit me at 11 after work. It was 10:30 and a commercial break. I decided I should let my DEMENTED dog outside. He was jumping everywhere when I let him out of the cage. I opened the door to let him out and he ran so far and so fast that I lost complete site of him. I needed to HONE my skills as fast as possible. I wasn’t sure if I should call my parents, or go looking for him myself. It was pretty dark outside and I don’t live in the friendliest neighborhood. I knew if my parents found out I would be dead. I went and found a flashlight after digging through an ANTIQUATED drawer we never look in . It’s just full of paperclips and random items. I left my house making sure to lock the door and take the key with me. I went to the first place I thought he would go ; the dog park. On my way there I had to pass a nightclub. Three older me, probably 25 years old, began to BELEAGUER me. They circled around me asking what I was looking for and teased me. I ran away as fast as I could until I bumped into a parked car. It was fun of CARICATURES someone drew. I started to DALLY and forget why I was even out. I was just admiring the artwork and laughing at some. It was 11 and I got a call from my aunt, shoot. I had to AMALGAMATE my detective skills and my fast running to find this crazy dog. I searched around the area I was in and then ran to the park; he wasn’t there. Suddenly I heard a giant crash. I looked around the corner and two people dressed in all black had smashed a window to the pet store. This wasn’t the first FELONIOUS thing I have witnessed in my town but it sure was scary. I whipped out my phone to call 911 but out of nowhere a giant beast starts to attack the criminals. He was biting their legs are barking loud enough for more people to notice and come outside. Someone ended up calling the police because the criminals were screaming in pain. When the sirens got closer I ran up to the scene because I had to claim my dog. The police gave him an OPIATE so he would sleep .
“ Hey. that’s my dog!”, I shouted as they took him away.
“ Sorry about that”, an officer replied, “ Here you go. Your dog is a real hero, he stopped these criminals from committing their plans”
I took back my dog and watched as the two people dressed in black were unmasked.
“ MOM AND DAD?!”