Taxi by Kelly Park, Lauren Scherer, and Siggy Cassuto

Characters:

Alex (the reckless one)

Sam (the cautious one)

Avery (the maniac taxi driver)

Avery: [sitting in the driver’s seat]

Alex: [Waving down taxi]

Sam; [yelling] Hey! We need a taxi! Someone!

Avery: Hop on! Business hasn’t been good for me in the past few days!

Sam and Alex: [gets on the taxi]

Avery: [starts driving]

Sam: Are you sure we’re going under the spee-

Alex: [interrupting and screaming] We’re heading towards a cliff!

Sam and Alex: [screaming]

Alex: Stop! STOP!

Avery: [does a sharp turn] Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.

Sam [takes a deep breath] Okay, maybe we should get off.

Alex: No, it’s fine. Let’s give him another chance.

Sam: Bu-

Alex: [interrupting] We want to go to the movies.

Avery: Yes, of course. [Does another sharp turn]

Sam: [almost falls over]

Alex: [snickers under his breath]

Sam: [very mad expression] Are you doing this on purpose?

Avery: What? Of course not!

Sam: [suspiciously] Okay…

Avery: Well, the voice in my head says I’m not doing it on purpose.

Sam: Alex, I really think we shou-

Alex: [interrupting and screaming] We’re gonna crash into that wall!

Sam and Alex: [screaming]

Avery: [the taxi inches away from the wall] Oh, the taxi ran out of gas.

Sam: You can stay here and die if you want to, but I’m getting outta here!

Sam: [runs out]

Alex: Uh, yeah, I think we should go.

Avery: But what about my payment?

Sam: [comes back in frame and yells at Avery] Payment? You’re talking about payment when you almost got us killed? I am most definitely not giving you payment! [walks away]

Alex: Sorry, but I gotta go. [also walks away]

All: The End!

Writing to get published by Sigalit Cassuto

I need to write a poem,

But I am full of boredom,

Every minute passes by,

Even though I try.

I can not think of anything to write,

So I don’t feel too bright,

Guy Stewart says there is no such thing as writer’s block,

But every minute passes by as I watch the clock.

I’ve been revising my novel,

Right now it’s quite awful,

But I will never give up,

Because now I am grown up.

I used to be blinded,

Now I am high minded,

Even if publishers reject me,

There is always someone out there, who will accept me.

My Hobbies by Kevin Samey

Have you ever had somethings you where really good at? Have you wanted to expand on them? Well, I have. As a kid, I wasn’t really good at anything. I was like any other kid. Until, When I was a bit older I started to read and write a lot. I also liked art. Around then I played A LOT of video games. Eventually, My Brother and I made a Youtube channel. I would make the art for the channel and make animations too. While he would play video games to keep content going.

Before this, we had a twitch channel where we would live stream us playing games. Unfortunately, we were figured out and were told to stop by an older sibling. But we didn’t stop. In order to be more secretive we moved to Youtube where we could post videos occasionally in secret. We would still live stream on twitch every once in a while.

When it came to art, I was a PRODIGY. (In my opinion.) I would draw my ideas and sketches until we made Youtube and Twitch and I would have to make channel art. I had Potential. I had raw and untamed power. Now I use that power to draw ideas and make animations while still having fun. I still play games on the channel, but I prefer making animations.

I still read and write a lot. Heck, I’m reading and writing right now. Anyways, what I’m trying to say is there’s always something that someone is good at. Find yours and keep doing it!

The Hunter and the Turtle by Kevin Samey

[This story has been edited for content and appropriateness by the blog owner and Editor.]

In a small island off the coast of indonesia, there was a hunter. This Hunter loved to capture, enslave and kill animals for sport. Once, when The Hunter was on his usual kills and captures, he came across a small turtle which had been abandoned by its family. “Please, help me and put me in the water.” The Turtle moaned.

The Hunter saw the gash on The Turtle's chest and said, “I’ll patch you up.” He said with a toothy grin. He picked The Turtle up and brought it to his shed. After patching it up, The Hunter put it in a small terrarium of water and sand.

The Turtle floated up and said, “what’s for dinner?”

The Hunter looked up and said, “turtle soup.” The Turtle was too shocked to try to swim away, when The Turtle regained mobility, but it was to late.

A few weeks later, The Hunter saw tons of beached animals. He took them all in and healed them. Knowing the fate of the Turtle, when The Hunter slept, the animals would find red chuchu berries. Chuchu berries had the power to make you sleepy and feeble. They put chuchu in his Rice Porridge, in his yams, and they would squeeze it on his corn. The day that he planned to kill them, he was so tired that he fell straight on the floor. He almost hit his head and died but they don’t want him to die. They did not want to be like the Hunter.They took him and chained him to a rock 2 feet from shore and put a ring of sharp scrap metal around him to stop him from escaping and brought many tons of red chuchu berries to pile around him.

“How many animals have you have killed?” The Rabbit announced. The Frogs started to croak and the Hedgehogs started to hit the drums with their quills. Beautifully colored parrots and other birds started to squawk. Animals kept making sounds until it was a very loud ceremony.

“I’ve killed 78 different animals, but I've only killed to live!” The music got louder.

“Well,” The Rabbit chuckled. “It’s Ironic. The Hunter is being hunted.” At once all 78 animals roared, shrieked, trumpeted, croaked, and gnashed their teeth, including Sharks, Dolphins, and Whales.

“I hope you learned something.” The Rabbit said to The Hunter.

“Don't mess with us or we might use you to live!” They all said at once, like a combined force. The Hunter screamed and broke free, rushing into his village to tell his friends what had happened. Then the animals fell on the berries, crushing them into the sand of the beach, staining it red as blood. From that day on the Hunter's people called that shore the Red Shore.

The End

Song Quote Story by Lauren Scherer

 Paul was standing in the kitchen.

“Dan, breakfast is ready!” Paul yelled, knowing his husband was already at work and his 2 yr. old wouldn’t wake up until 9.

Dan ran down the stairs of their family’s two story house and said “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?”

Dan and Paul ate scrambled eggs and bacon as Paul did the taxes. Dan looked at the clock.

“Bye Dad, I’m heading to school,” Dan yelled to his father as he zipped out the door.

“Bye Dan,” Paul said without looking up. “Have a good day at school.”

Dan unfortunately forgot to look both ways before crossing the street, because he got run over by a crappy purple Scion. “Help me, help me,” Dan yelled.

Paul finished doing his taxes, so he went upstairs and woke up his two yr. old to take her to daycare.

He finally woke up his daughter and drove her to daycare. When he got to the daycare he noticed an infant playing with some stuffed animals near a jukebox. He tapped the baby’s shoulder to get it’s attention then told it, “I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the jukebox, baby,” but it didn’t do anything because it was a baby.

Now Paul could go to the school orientation. He had been a teacher at a high school, but he was going to be transferred to a different school. Almost all the teachers at this school were new because the former teachers had figured out dumb ways to die. So many dumb ways to die.

The orientation for the 10th grade section of the school was led by a young woman. Paul whispered to one of his coworkers, “I want to follow where she goes. I think about her and she knows it,” and his coworker replied “Good. Otherwise you’d get lost.”

When the group got to the science lab, a rare species of rat called “Pokemon” had escaped from their cage and were running free in the room. Someone yelled out “Gotta catch ‘em all! Pokemon!”

Sadly, everyone got eaten alive by rats.

In a world where every word has a price, what will you pay to be heard? "Amazon" book blurb by Sammi Lenertz

In a world where every word has a price, what will you pay to be heard?

In her small, quiet world, Vi has condemned herself to silence. She goes to school, spends time with her sister, works at her parents’ market--- but she must be careful. A single sound means suspicion.

The smallest phrase means prosecution.

The slightest slip-up could make the accusations fly.

Because Vi has a secret… a deadly one.

Choose your next words carefully--- they may be your last.

The Swindler Fox by Kevin Samey

In the Swahili region, There was a fox. This wasn’t any fox. This was a Swindler Fox. The Swindler Fox was a very evil fox. Once there was a frog. Frog was going on a trip to see his grandmother Teresa Toad. Frog was on his way and became very tired. “Oh, this is causing my legs much pain!” Frog exclaimed. The Swindler Fox heard frog’s cries and remembered animals talking about him in the village.

“I can take you there.” The Swindler Fox said in a deep, sly tone. “I-I don-don’t trust y-you.” Frog said, in a pipsqueakish tone. “Why would I lie to you, see you are too small for a full meal. I would have no reason to eat you.” The Swindler fox said in a questionable tone. “O-Ok f-f-fine.” The Frog said. The Frog using his strong legs, jumped on The Swindler fox’s back. About half way through the journey, The Swindler Fox stopped. “Why’d you stop?” The Frog asked. “Because there is a snake.” The Swindler Fox replied. “A SNAKE?” The frog screamed, now frightened. “Quickly, jump into my mouth.” The Frog was too scared to realized what’d he done. “Thanks for the help, Snake.” Said the Swindle Fox. “No problem, know where’s my two frogs? The Snake said Impatiently.  “Here, Snake.” The Swindle Fox said. The Swindle Fox tossed Snake two dead frogs that seemed to be impaled with sharp sticks like shish kabobs. “Wait,” Snake said dumbstricken. “Why didn’t you just eat my two frogs?” “Because ,” The Swindler Fox said devilishly. “LIVE is always better than DEAD.”

A few days later, A lynx that The Swindler fox’s ankle was broken. “I will take you to the village.” The lynx said.  “I’m not as foolish as you think.” The Swindler Fox said Angrily. “Why would I eat you, I catch my prey it’s dishonorable to eat injured prey. The Lynx said. “Alright, just hurry up, will you? When they were about to reach the village, a bear roared. “ RAWR!! Who dares enters my territory!” The Bear said. The Swindler Fox tried to run, but he Couldn't because of his ankle. The Bear crushed his ribcage immediately. “Thanks, Bear.” The Lynx said. “Where’s my fish?!” Said The Bear. “Here.” The Lynx groaned. “What happened to honor?” The Bear said with a full mouth. “I’m not a Lynx I’m a Swindle Lynx.

                 The End