344 years of Fear

Dear, Mr. Governor,

Being a wolf is hard, harder than being a human I dare say.  We need food and we need lots of it to satisfy a whole pack.  Now, we thank you, because your People have successfully  made it even harder. Your people  have built  paths of asphalt that bring death to my people and our food. Now when we attack unprotected live stock in a field what do you do?

You hunt us, a only recently  non-endangered species! Why?Why do you treat us so!  It wasn’t always like this. We were living peacefully, our only foes other wolves or Native Americans (who hunted us fairly)  until you Americans came in 1630 with your sticks of death until we were added to the endangered species list in1974 . just think: 344 years of Taxidermy. 344 years of you killing our fathers, mothers, sons, daughters , partners and friends. 344 years of fear.  now  you take us off the endangered list to kill us and hunt us because there are ‘too much’ of us. Come on man.  You see ,just last week my mate, Vilna, was trapped in a trap and by the time she escaped she had lost  too much blood. She died the next day.

I was almost killed by a hunter, who killed my friend  and  then picked him up and threw him into a pile of dead wolves in his ominous 4 wheeled machine. He turned on me with his fire stick, a beast of hate and uncaring, and tripped  shooting his foot.  The  evil beast got into his $ wheeled machine and drove away he was the spark that ignited our anger.

Us wolves beg you to change your ways.  Your reputation is stained by the blood of our fallen leaders.  Now I have one last question… why do you treat us like animals!

Blood Fever

The Young James Bond book, Blood Fever, is about the adventure of young James Bond and because so much is happening and there are two storylines. I believe the author picked 3^rd person limited so that the reader could fully visualize the 2 story lines  while  foreshadowing and   making the reader make predictions easily without knowing too much and luring them into the metaphorical spiders web of a story.

 I believe this is true because when James was exploring in the Giants tombs the narrator told how James was feeling and what he thought whilst he didn’t say: “Little did James know that the dehydration was just about to take over,” That would have made the story 3^rd person omniscient or:

Cooper ffrench called out my name, and the sound seemed to pop and spin in to space with the noise like a firework.

I tipped foreword feeling the dehydration take over

And I was falling, down, down, down into that black abyss

 which would make it 1st person.

No, the narrator said:

 Cooper-ffrench called out his name, and the sound seemed to pop and spin into space with the noise like a firework.

 James tipped foreword.

And he was falling, down, down, down into that black abyss …

I also believe that 3^rd person limited is  good for this story because  it makes the reader(or just me) see this story like I’m there but I’m not there and that is a good feeling.

Comparison

They’re both teens, they were both normal, they are both spies.

                Who are they?… are they:

Alex Rider….yes?

Bond…. Young James bond?... Yes?

You may not believe this but they are both extremely alike. Like father and son.

You see they’re both from books. Not impressed, how about if they were both from England. Yes, England for some reason all great spies come from England… I wonder why.  Also they both have brownish hair which is a pretty common hair color all across the world. Well  both of their stories start off in school. For Alex he starts off in a pretty normal  school  and James… James starts off in a school for rich kids. The saddest part of their similarities is that their parents are dead.

Other than the state of their schools they also have some differences. Most importantly alex rider lives in the 1990’s and James lives in the 1920’s. also during their missions James doesn’t  have any special tools and Alex… Alex gets metal melting zit cream….. just to show my point James is 15 and he is a master driver and Alex is 13  and he bikes a lot. Also  in one of his adventures James is tortured horribly, Alex was never tortured.

As you can plainly see Alex and James are so alike but so different it’s like someone wanted James to be like Alex or vise versa…

Biscuits and Quarks

“Why….Why are you showing me this? I can’t see anything! If this is another scheme to pay me in biscuits… you’re out!” I howled angrily.

“ Aren’t they cute”.  Pan, the crazy kid savant, whispered happily holding out his hand. I had recently  used up all may patience at collage having to sit through a slow seminar on physics, why was he  annoying me now. Why couldn’t he just pay me his overdue rent and go kill little children like crazy people like him do all the time.  

I should be nice to him, a quite smart kid with issues. But no, I was annoyed and had to spit it all out at him.

“what!” I asked ferociously, “Are you talking about”

“My pets” he answered

“What” my voice dripping malice, “ are they.”

“Quarks,” he answered.

“ So Your imaginary friends,”… more malice

“ They tell me they are”  he said. I ran outside and screamed for a minute, why me… why, out of all the people in the world my tenant was this guy.  I, ”had to wait a year before kicking him out”(Article One, Section 3, of the Agreement*)

When I calmed down I walked in, turned around  and saw him holding his hand out manically, I… I just kept turning. I decided that my house wasn’t the best place for me to be.

“They like you too” the last thing I heard from him.

I walked to the park, I needed the peaceful serenity of the Durino Wicker Park.

I sat down and looked up Quarks on my tablet, the first thing that popped up was:

An elementary particle with an electric charge equal to one-third or two-thirds that of the electron. Quarks are believed to be the constituents of baryons and mesons. (Encarta Dictionary)

“No wonder I couldn’t see them,” I laughed,” they were microscopic!” then I wondered why did ne call him his friends…. Oh, I forgot he is skitsofrenic.

I sat there reading, several police cars and ambulances. I played no attention I lived in a big city.  I looked up Google news “Oscar Pistorius charged With Murder,” “Christopher Doner Believed dead.” All news that I had heard before.  Then I went to the local news, “Schizophrenic Man Dead” stared at me ominously. I clicked on it panicked:

A 20 year old schizophrenic man was found dead in his duplex,  a knife in his back. We suspect foul play. Pan Lawrney was a tenant of Jake Benger’s  house for 3 months and “was always giving Jake a hard time” says his neighbor, Bob Sernen,  “maybe he had had enough and killed him.” Witnesses say that they saw Jake screaming minutes before he was killed. They also say after he screamed he went in and came out . Jake is the number 1 prime suspect for this case. Police are dusting the scene for more information. 

I jumped up I had to tell them that I was not guilty. I ran home and saw police crowding the scene I walked up to the head officer and tapped him on the back he flinched grabbing his taster and pointing it at me. “Whoa,” I yelled, “I didn’t kill him I swear.”  Suddenly, he  handcuffed me and pushed me into the back seat of a police car.

When we got to the police station I was dragged out and taken to a room with a bright light and white walls. The officer walked in and sat on the opposite side of a table, hooked up a lie detector and asked me my name

“Jake”

Suddenly the world shook violently and ended

Poems

Poems

My childhood Recollections,

 prominent in clarity but not in sincerity.

their fields covered in Imperfections,

Of  Unfamiliarity.

All clouds in the sky,

And Things on earth,

Are here to pass time by,

In dreams of Perth.

Why?

The dreams Worth.

The cloud,

Of summer

Forever endowed

In Midsummer

My life so bright

My worth so great

Was, in the fight

Used as bait

 To finally kill the knight

Of hate

The fog as thick,

As my favorite stew

The road slick,

But much to Rue