Archive for September, 2006

“I Would Walk on Broken Glass For You, Darlin’”

September 26th, 2006

Mrs. Paulsor, a red-haired lady, walked in to the living room.
“Darling!” she shouted, with a strong New York accent. “Darling, now let me see you.” Mrs. Paulsor put her bony hands with inch-long fingernails on little Derrick’s forehead. “Oh, darling, you got the flu.”
“But, but Mrs. Paulsor, I…I feel, I feel fine!” replied Derrick, nervously. […]


Fruity Shampoo

September 22nd, 2006

Hello, wonderful people! My name is Sara Rotelli. I am 15 years old, and I have brown hair, blue eyes, and just a sprinkle of freckles. I go to Aberntknoll High School in Lansing, Michigan. E-mail me stuff at rotellicutie@ cupcake . com, kay?
That’s what was written on my myspace. I was safe though, you […]


Building Comment

September 19th, 2006

I read a poem about 9/11 that was really good. I liked how the person compared the towers with people. It made it seem more like something that could actually happen. The twin towers did actually fall but no body was really expecting it, but people wouldn’t be as surprised if someone said, two twins died today. […]


Stranded in the Desert with Nothing but My Toothpaste

September 12th, 2006

If you were stranded in the desert, with only one thing, what would it be? Most people would say an airplane, or a mirror, or a large sign that says, “S.O.S.!!! Help Me! Pretty Please Won’t You Help Me?” Or someone might say I’d bring my play station, and then instantly realize that THERE’S NO […]


Cold, Hard, Cement of N.Y.C.

September 11th, 2006

It was 7:15am, Tuesday, September 11, 2001, Lilly Montcow was extremely sick. Lilly coughed. Her head hurt. It had been years since she had gotten sick like this. Her mom was visiting her aunt in Florida, and her dad had to go to work in ten minutes.
“Lilly, you can’t stay home, you might get Mammie […]


Why Did the Chicken REALLY Cross the Road?

September 1st, 2006

Everyone thinks the chicken crosses the road to get to the other side. But why would a chicken need to get to the other side of a road? I mean, come on. A chicken would be just fine living his entire life on one side of the road, unless of course he needed something on […]