Nightmare

I walked around the library, it was quiet. I couldn't see anybody, but I had this strange feeling that somebody or something, was following me. After I saw people I turned around quickly and saw a glimpse of an outline that disappeared. What was that? I turned back around and saw a bunch of people all looking nervous stumbling around. Then 3 men in huge suits came with these huge weapons. "We are the Shadow Squad, there are dangerous things in this building, don't let them get you, or else you'll become one of them. So far, we've got about 10 of them, we need you to help catch all 37." I was confused. Then I felt that strange feeling again and I whipped around and reached my hands out, then I saw these yellow eyes piercing me and whoosh. There was nothing. I knew what I saw, it was a dog. Then it sort of hit me, a shadow dog. Then I saw this dark figure behind a book shelf and I screamed- it exploded. One of the men in suits had shot it directly in the head. "Thanks." I was stunned. I got all nervous and sat on the couch. Then everybody scattered, looking for these dogs and dark figures with at least two men each. But something about those dogs and dark figures made me shudder, they made you feel scared, frightened, hopeless, I went with one of the men. After a while the man said "Be careful, somebody probably is one of them now, they look normal but are dangerous." Then I saw a man that gave me that hopeless feeling and I pointed him out- boom. The guy exploded and I saw this black goo come out of him. I shuddered and went on. After a long time, there was only two left to find. I found the bathroom and saw two women looking at me with a cold look. I screamed and  ran to the people and told them about the two women. Then I felt something on my hand. It was cold and it was growing I screamed again, but it kept growing, then one of the men shot it off.

the flood.

That was when water was pouring in from everywhere and I ran. I ran upstairs and into the room and I got clothes, then I ran around until I saw familiar faces. It was an old friend. He and some other friends were in a small room that was neat. They were jumping on pads. "Watch this!" He jumped from the ceiling on to a red pad that bounced him back up on to the second floor of the room. I tried to jump, but I kept on falling, until water started to come in and I ran more until I was back at the library. Water had killed all the remaining shadow people. Then I was playing a chess game against Knightingk1967. I won, but he wasn't playing, he was building a tower and was climbing up. I realized that the water was rising and I started to build with chess boards. I was soon higher then him and .

I woke up.

This is a rather secret message. Isn't it? I guess if start exploring around with you mouse by clicking randomly, you may figure out how to read this message. So, not too secret, but something that not all the people in this world would find. I wonder if I could do this with the title. Congratulations to the people who are reading this message for finding this "very-easy-to-find" message. I didn't give this a title either- to make it seem rather mysterious. An empty, blank post... This is an interesting way of blogging. From this point on, I am going to put in the word, "chew"
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Soap and Potatoes

One day, I found that I had a rather strange liking for potatoes and soap. Scratch that. An addiction. It was a period of time in which I went all weird. I was mostly focusing on the potatoes. At the highest point of this time I started answering almost every question with potato. (I'll call this phase, the Soapotato Phase) I don't know why, but if I was ever confuddled, I would simply say "potatoes". It was sort of a little thing that made be feel a bit relaxed I guess. Really it made no sense at all, but I liked the word "potatoes" and also the actual thing itself. Soap... was a little different. I didn't really express my strange liking for soap to anybody. I kept it to myself. I would just go and say, "Soap smells good." to the mirror. I wash my hands with soap... I guess that's why soap is just so awesome... You wash your hands with it. But always remember, if you are at hard times, just say "potatoes" and you'll feel much better. Trust me. 

Actually don't trust me. 

Trust the potatoes.

These Daisies (These Days "ies" ) and the Period of Time in Which People are Rather Grumpy

These days, I think everybody is just sort of feeling a bit sensitive and rather... grumpy. It might just be me imagining it, but everybody gets angry easily and erupts almost all the time. I guess this is the Period of Time in Which People are Rather Grumpy. As I was saying, you have to be really careful about what you say or do or else somebody is going to just erupt. As I said before, it might just be me in my Rather Grumpiness phase, but I just don't want to feel guilty alone so I made up the Period of Time in Which People are Rather Grumpy  I look at myself in the mirror and see... a Rather Grumpy  looking me staring back. Everything is pointing downwards. My mouth is like a sad, grumpy face, my eyes are sort of slanted, and so are my eyebrows. I feel like a sock. A sock is empty and hollow without the foot. Always sort of drooping around and not really doing anything. Conclusion: I feel like a sock that has no foot in it. Conclusion: I feel like a foot that has no sock around it. I feel like a T-Rex that has no claws or teeth. I feel like a clock with no hands. I feel like me in a Rather Grumpy phase. So what was the thing that made be such a Blarsterod these days? I just feel horribly tired and grumpy and I feel like everybody hates me. Which I know is not true, but I feel like it. I feel horrible and I feel like everybody is mad and angry at only me. I dunno. I guess it's actually me. I'm mad at everyone and I am being a Blarsterod about it, and so, it comes back at me, just making everything worse. How to solve this problem? I think I just have to stop being such a Blarsterod. And I'll start... now.



I just had a sudden realization hit me. I know why I was being such a Blarsterod, I felt innocent. I felt like everybody was telling only me that I was doing something wrong and this made me feel mad. It's like the question, "Why am I the only one picked on?"





DEFINE BLARSTEROD: A rather grumpy, rude, annoying, person that makes everybody angry by being angry and showing his/her anger by the most horriblest of ways.

The Pursuit of Happiness

      Jack Garrow was in the pursuit of happiness. He was always sad and lonely. He had no friends or at least someone to make him feel better.
      On one particular day, he seemed sadder than ever. He was looking down at his feet, just walking and shuffling around. I was going over to my friends, when I saw him. A sudden wave of sadness came to me. I slowly and cautiously approached him. 
     "What's the matter?" I said. 
He didn't look up, he simply said, "I'm on the pursuit of happiness."
Puzzled, I looked at him and asked, "What's that?"
     "A pursuit that can last your life" Jack seemed very full of thought.
     "Are you okay?" I asked a bit more brightly.
     "Yeah but my sister isn't." 
He looked up and it felt like he was looking at my soul. I swallowed a big lump in my throat. I was only in 2nd grade and I didn't know what to say. 
     "Is she... okay?"
     "She has some illness called pn-" he stopped. "I don't know."
I felt sorry for a kid I never knew.
     "I hope she'll get better... I'll pray?!" I added. 
     "Thanks." He said glumly.
That was my first conversation with Jack Garrow.
     The next day, I prayed before going to school. I started to admire Jack. He seemed wise and knowledgeable in a way. I quickly became his friend and learned a lot about him. he seemed a lot brighter and happier than before. 
     "Thank you, my sister is a lot better now." he told me one day. I felt like I was a part of saving somebody's life- I felt like a hero. I felt proud and happy. 
     "And also, thank you for helping me in the pursuit of happiness."
     Helping Jack had a lot of effect on me. I made a friend and also helped save a life. But the greatest help of all was that he helped me in the pursuit of happiness- a pursuit I didn't even know I wasn't part of.

Thank you Jack, thank you.

Epilogue

     Jack moved away and I never saw him again. He was a good friend, a true friend. I will truly miss him forever and I wish he sees this piece of writing.

note: this was posted on my other blog.

There is no Jack Garrow. This was completely made up. By the way, if you haven't noticed.

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