Hero of TRANCE

It is a dark night in the city of Trance. Dawn arrives, and midnight follows behind. Rain drops are pooring down rapidly. Down a dark alley way a black cat runs beneath a garbage can. It had the pearly essence of lime green gleaming eyes, and its fur is dark as coal. It stanced still there in suspense, licking its paws. The cat jumped onto a window stall. It looked inside the open apartment window. The cat jumped inside of the apartment, and landed lightly on the floor just as a feather would land. It saw a wooden cupboard that was painted black. The cat scampered its way over to the blackc upboard. It was open. The black cat took a peak inside very slowly, and saw a black leather trench coat in amazement. The coat was 100% pure leather. The cat blinked for a few seconds, and started licking its paws once again. Just at that oment it turned around swiftly, and glanced upwards staring blankly. The cat saw a tall medium sized figure which was concealed in the dark. TO BE CONTINUED.........

The day of zombie doom

MORBID, Isopholus, and Behemoth all lived in a cave. They told stories about the
old day of how they lived in Chicago. The year is now 2015. Six years ago there was
a out break plague that possessed individuals that turned them into zombies. They
walked the streets . They ran. They fight with every dead strength that they have.
Isopholus is the leader like a father leading around his off spring. Morbid is a witch
that has the powers such as MEDUSA, and HEMLOCK. BEHEMOTH is a archer that has a
writher to the scream of a arrow. Although Isopholus is the leader, he has the strength
of five men combined. All three of them are now in Iowa located near a corn field
inside of a cave. Morbid starts to mix this potion together, and creates a marvelous
potion named amarth. A body replica of a archer appears. After every 10 seconds
another, and another appears for a hour. Morbid created that category for BEHEMOTH.
Then Morbid mixed another potion but for Isopholus this time.


Heaps of warriors in armor…..just like that…..were born. With the access of
Isopholus’s voice, the warrior’s complied. They each had the combination strength
of two men. Then, finally, MORBID created her own creations. Out of the purple liquid
figures with bodies looked human like but their robes were demonic in the color black.
You could not see their faces. Under the narrow hoods lay a grim reaper appearance.
The figures came in all slim shapes. Not even the world could tell which is boy, or
girl but the creator. Each of them had mystical staffs that can shoot out two spells,
orbs, and runes. It was night time and, the three of them gathered their soldiers
together. Then at that very moment they each heard agonizing yells that would
sound like a leopard yelling away from a long distance. It was a legion of zombies
that came in the 100,000’s.


How a nasty joust of their teeth clenched inside their mouths. The zombies screeched
with a hungry verse such as that of a pack of lions chasing their prey. Isohpolus got
army ready. For his words deemed “They come in the many, but though have a one
tracked mind. We fight with pride, and we shall rise.” With that Isopholus walked
forward out of the cave twenty meters on a hill hence from there he gazed onwards
out into the couple of leagues away where the zombies lurked. They each looked like
narrow little dots like fleas. They were swarming around. They each could run up to
fifteen miles per hour. Simultaneously Behemoth gathered his set of archers on the top
of the cave hence they left from. His words deemed “Archers, we fight with tendencies
higher than that of the enemy…..the zombies. For the staves of our bows will speak for
themselves!” With that, Behemoth held the command for them to fire with a halt until it
was the perfect time to fire. Lastly, Morbid exited the cave with a vastly amount of
phoenixes which were huge as horses. Mounted on each phoenix, the shades that Morbid
had created sat up with that of a pumped chest as king lion heart once had. They each
had staffs of their own ready. Morbid lead her phoenix first twenty meters where
Isopholus was standing with his army of knights. The other phoenixes followed instinct-
ively behind Morbid. They finally got to the foot of the hill where Isopholus, and his
many men stood bravely upright. The men, and Isopholus created a gap in the middle of
the hill for Morbid, and her set to take flight, and with melee men on the left, and melee
men on the right, just like that Isopholus, and his many soldiers shouted such courage
with their voices, words, and armor as though Achilles had just slayed one of his opponents, and at the moment of his slaying his men would cheer for him, and with
that cheer the phoenixes all ran in a single file line up from the middle, and with that,
phoenixes went every direction in the air. Morbid’s eyes turned blood shot looking a
league away ready for the first wave of attack. Morbid sprang words forth saying “
zombies may have strength, but very low mental minds”.


Back on the hill Isopholus dwelled his words…”It is time……god help us. Proceed!!!” said Isopholus, walking towards the battle field with his soldiers mimicking. Behemoth
then called out “Archers!!!...Ready!!!! To The Hill!” They ran to the hill in the hundreds. There was about a good 300 archers set. They arrived at the top of the hill merely seeing Morbid, and her top flight phoenix warriors attach the hungry feigned zombies with just visible orbs from a distance. Then Behemoth saw Isopholus, and his thousand brave warriors proceeding on to the battle field. Isopholus, and his thousand brave warriors were now fifty yards away from the gory battlefield of marching zombies that Morbid created from above. “ Warriorssss!!!!! Rush Them!!!!.”, and with that, Isopholus ran with no remorse, and his thousand warriors ran after him with the same intention to slay the mutilating zombies.


Morbid yelled from above “ ISOPHOLUS!!!, lead your men into different sectors!!!!!”
Morbid ment for Isopholus to tell his men to go diagonal positions but it was too late.
They were charging like ferocious bulls ready with their horns and in just moments of seconds Isopholus was slashing his blade thoroughly with his men following right behind him. TO BE CONTINUED…….

5 questions survey

5 Questions survey of Raheem by James
Johnson
9/30/2009

What would motivate you to be successful? To get out of situations.

What do you do when conflict comes your way? He fights if he has
to.

How do you deal with any pressure? He just tries to relax.

Did you ever face any tragic experiences in your life? Got attacked
By pit bull at 12 years old.

What is the best thing that you can remember? Getting a Nintendo
Wii.

THE CHILLS OF THE ABYSS

Texas Austin, June 6, 2006

On June 6, 2006, A Towns Resident Saw A White Figure In The Dirt Lying

By A State Road Named 666. He Walked Towards The White Object, And Sithered

His Hand Over The Minuscule Concealed White Object Brushing All Of The Grimy, And

Grimness Off Of It. In The Late Cold Night Of Frisky Air, He Let Out The Ill Fainted

Yell That A Baby Bird Would Cry When It Is Calling For Its Mom. He Backed Away From

The Skeleton's Dead Torso, Staring At The Eyes Of Its death. He Was In So Much Shock

That He Ran In The Abyss Of The Forest. He Ran Vey Swiftly Through The Vines, Sticks,

Branches, Leaves, Gravel, Rocks And Etc. He stopped In The Forest, And He Had A

Sudden Breath Of Shock. A Whisper Of A Object Whistled A Demonic Squeal By His ear,

And Landed Loudly In A Wood Like Substance. He Looked Around, And Saw A Arrow That

Hit A Tree. Then He Ran Passed The Leaves, And Ran with A Blazing Urge Of Suddle-

ness. He Looked To His Left, And Saw A Large Figure. He Dropped To The Ground, And

Slipped Into A log. He Kept Quiet, And Never Would Make A Sound. He Heard Nothing

, And Peeped His Head Outside Of A Log Thinking The Coast Was Clear. He Made A

Jolt For The Woods Of The Abyss, And At That Very Instant He Heard The Same Demonic

Squeal That He Had Heard Earlier. It WAs Another Sharp, Cold, Arrow. He Felt Cold,

Suddle, And Weak Inside, Then He Looked Down, And Noticed That It WAs Too Late. He

Had Got HIt By THe Arrow Of A Cold Sudden Jolt Of Doom....And With That..... He

Heard THe Dreadful Howl Of THe Cannibal Rushing Towards Him With A Empty Stomach So

He Took His Last, and Final Breath, And Fell To His DeatHHHH.

FREESTYLE

" Every day you have to go through hell in order to find your destiny". I think about this day by day. But some of the important friends in my life are Alashana, my dad, bianca, Timiro, Rafeek, Bianca in this class, and Dakota. They make all of my stress go away when I am in doubt of myself and am about to go insane. If it weren't for them I might be on my own.

First Impressions

My first impression of this class is that it is very goofy. A few people are not taking class seriously. I do see the people that are actually trying to learn. A few close friends are here in this class room with me that I care about to be heard. http://i789.photobucket.com/albums/yy178/moonbeam1996/goth.jpg

James's music topic Louis Armstrong

My name is James Johnson and my selected topic is on Louis Armstrong. He was a american jazz trumpeter. He was born (August 4, 1901-July 6, 1971). He was a important roll in jazz. He changed performers to go solo. He was demonstrating as a improviser. He singed scat such as wordless vocalizing. His voice was very recognizable and so was his trumpet playing. Louis Armstrong was the important jazz musician in the 20th century. Louis spent most of his childhood in poverty in louisiana new orleans. He lived in a highly segregated city but had love for the music. Armstrong dropped out of school at the age of 11 years old, and joined a quartet of boys of which sang in the streets. On March 19, 1918, Louis started his early career in music. He adapted to other artist's styles such as Duke Ellington. Louis Armstrong had died of a heart attack on July 6,1971. He always knew he had a beautiful life. In his early years, Armstrong was best known for his virtuosity with the cornet and trumpet. The older generation of New Orleans jazz musicians often referred to their improvisations as "variating the melody". Louis Armstrong was a great musician player.

JAMES'S H E R O

My favorite hero is jasmine because she helped me learn that love finds you and you don't find love. If she had never turned me away when i said i have feelings for her, i probably never would have known that love finds you and you cannot find love. Jasmine helped me realize that what i was doing was wrong, and that the right person will come find me instead of me going out to search for them. Thanks Jasmine.

bell ringer

I would go to switzerland to enjoy the food, and enjoy the atmosphere. I would go, and live in one of the houses. I want to walk around and explore the place. I want to do alot of thing there that i have not done in the united states. I would take classes at a school in switzerland to learn the language fluently. I also want to see what the road ways look like and if they have deer i might want to see some because deers are my favorite type of animal.