Hope I won't lost them again!
Apr 23, 2010 9:38 PM
KLINK-KLINk-KLInk-KLink-Klink-klink... FWOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
Okay, see the title of this post? That's a Brilliant Egg in God's shelf dropping and letting out a wave of brilliance out. He managed to clean it up, but not before a drop of brilliance dropped on my small little cranium. No, I'm not bragging. I believe everyone has a story about how they ended up who they are. And, that is mine. Wanna know the book about God's brilliance? Chances are, you'll find one if you step into a house. The book? It's called the Bible. God's Solid Promise. The Book Of All Books.
Autobiographically Speaking...
Okay, I used the title for my current unit in my 8th grade composition class as this post's title. I have to write an autobiography. I wrote 2 and 1/6 pages. Man, still can't believe I wrote all that in less than 20 minutes! Manual overdrive! He-he. David out, peace!
My favorite top 5 shows are...
1.Ben 10 Ultimate Alien
2.Generator Rex
3.Chowder
4.Adventure Time With Finn And Jake
5.Phineas And Ferb
My favorite top 5 comic book characters are...
1.Deadpool
2.Spider-Man
3.Hulk
4.Captain America
5.Deathstroke
1.Ben 10 Ultimate Alien
2.Generator Rex
3.Chowder
4.Adventure Time With Finn And Jake
5.Phineas And Ferb
My favorite top 5 comic book characters are...
1.Deadpool
2.Spider-Man
3.Hulk
4.Captain America
5.Deathstroke
May 1, 2010 11:37 AM
Sorry for slacking off...
Okay, yesterday, went to the doctor. Got a shot that still itches a little. That iz all.
May 10, 2010 2:01 PM
First peek at my book: The Runaways- part 1: Abstract Labs
CHAPTER 1: First-hand Experience. ____________________
Sure, being a kid has its perks. But, I don’t experience any of it. Unless, of course, you consider an airship flying above a city currently being attacked is a perk. Sure, it sounds awesome. Flying above the city, looking outside while being safe inside. Until you jump out and land on top of that monster. Which is what I’m doing right now. Crud. This one’s bigger than all the monsters I’ve fought in the past 2 years. Yup, you read right, I’ve been fighting monsters since I was 14 years old. What can I do? The guys in Abstract Labs promised to let me go after I had defeated 100 monsters for them. Well, today’s my lucky day. This weirdo’s my freedom ticket.
It grabs me by my head and picks me up so he can see me properly. Bingo. “Let go of me, you ding-dong!” I yell. It just growls and stares at me. This lasted for about two seconds. BADOOM! The weirdo’s head exploded, sending purple stuff spurting out. And I was in the thick of it. “Ugh. Nasty,” I mutter as I wiped off purple juice off my black windbreaker. “How did his head explode?” you might be asking. Simple. Guts and an arsenal of homemade bombs. “How did I get them?” might be your next question.
It all started 6 years ago. I was 10 years old. My friends and I were walking down the road to our school when the nanotech bomb klink-klink-klinked its way to us. I picked it up, wondering what it was. I figured it was a toy and pressed the green button on it. Too bad it exploded. Right in my face. It also took the whole town with it. Fortunately, I managed to survive with no injuries. Not even a scratch. But, I don’t know what happened to my friends. Then, a few days later, I found myself in the Lab. Abstract Labs. I made bombs and guns for them. I did such a good job, that, they allowed me to keep some bombs. But no guns. I didn’t know how to use them. For my 11th birthday, they gave me a backpack containing pockets to store my bombs and stuff in them. They also gave me the promise I told you guys about earlier and 2 katanas for self-defense.
I don’t like guns. The recoil loses you a few seconds that you might need. Not swords. No recoils or anything. At all. Oops. Gotta go. I need to finish a deal with the guys in Abstract Labs about a certain promise. I’m sure it’s going to be a done deal.
Guess what? They lemme go!
“Wahoo! I’m free!” I yell in pure happiness. I take my backpack and run out the door. But, I said thanks a bazillion times to the guys in Abstract Labs before I did. “Wait, why’d you drop me off in front of a school?” I ask them, sticking my head into the door again. “You’re just a 16-year-old. You need school,” Dr. Lamont, one of the supervisors, explains. “Oh. Okay,” I answer as I run back out.
After school, which, by the way, was awesome, I head to the restrooms. A giant hunk of meat steps in my way. “You forgot to pay,” it says. “Nope. Got no money. Now excuse me, I gotta go in the bathroom,” I tell him coolly.
“Pay or you can’t go in!” the meat hunk snarls at me.
“Get out of the way if you don’t want any bones snapped, dummy!”
“What’cha call me?”
“I called you dummy, dummy.”
Okay, that was one of the worst decisions I made in my life. The hunk of meat punched me. That was the last straw. I take a sting-bomb, which sends a signal to any bees nearby.
Incidentally, it also has a side effect. The bomb also sends a chemical out that pumps up the adrenaline of bees, which makes them prone to attack the first person they see. So, guess what? I run, leaving the bomb in front of Hunko. I hear a buzzing sound from where I stood. I smiled, satisfied. I was even more satisfied by the girly yelling and screaming from Hunko. This is the part where I learn his name, okay? “You satisfied, Hunko?” I ask him. “Make them stop! Make them stop!” he yells.
“So you can hurt me again, Hunko?”
“Stop calling me Hunko! I have a name, too, you know! EEEEEEK!”
“Oh, you do! Well then, what is it?”
“Charles M. Huntington! The third!”
“Eh, weird name. Okay, I’ll stop the bees. In one condition.”
“WHAT? AAAAAAHHHH!”
“No more asking for payment in front of the restroom!”
“EEEEEEEEEEEK! OKAY! JUST MAKE ‘EM STOP!”
“Okay.”
I press the red button on the bomb’s monitoring display on my touchpad. “Now go!” I yell at Charles. He runs as fast as he can.
May 13, 2010 4:03 PM
The Runaways- part 1: Abstract Labs
CHAPTER 2: Two’s company, Three’s a crowd. __________
“Okay, here’s the deal, Dr. Lamont, I don’t know where to go home to after school,” I say to Dr. Lamont, back in the mobile home/ laboratory vehicle I left just a few hours ago.
“Well, Devin, before we discuss this, I want you to meet a group of young people I met as I was driving home,” she replies, heading for a door behind her. She opens it. Three kids, about my age, step out.
“Who are these kids?” I ask her.
“Devin, meet Dana, Mark, and Shirley.”
“Okay, as I said earlier, who are they?”
“Think and remember, Devin.”
“The names sound familiar.”
That’s when it hit me. The names. They were the names of my missing friends. “Is that really you guys?” I ask excitedly. “Yes! You got it, mister! You win the ‘Guy-who-lost-his-friends-six-years-ago-and-now-it-takes-him-two-minutes-to-remember-them’ award!” Mark, always the wisecracking clown, exclaims.
“Omigosh! You’ve grown, Devin!” Dana, my best friend, exclaims.
“Whoa. Check this lab out. The inside coating’s an alloy of about 2% beryllium and 97% nickel, with a touch of titanium. It has an ultimate tensile strength of 300,000-psi, and 245,000-psi yield strength! This is 375% stronger than the best high tensile steel. The tensile strength of 98.5% beryllium is about 58,000 psi, so it seems to do a lot better when mixed with others,” Shirley, the science geek, mutters to herself.
“Wow, you learned all that by sight?” Dr. Lamont asks.
“Nah. I have a scanner thing on my watch,” Shirley replies.
“Where’d you get it?”
“I got it free with my watch from eBay.”
“Omigosh! I didn’t know that!” Mark says. “Here it comes,” Dana says. “In fact, I didn’t even understand that!” Mark exclaims.
“Shaddup,” Shirley replies. “Now about that home problem,” Dr. Lamont says, grinning.
“What about it?” I ask. “I found a cheap house near mine and I bought it ‘cuz I figured you can live in it and still call for my help if you need it,” she replies. And that’s where the real story starts.
“Okay, here’s the deal, Dr. Lamont, I don’t know where to go home to after school,” I say to Dr. Lamont, back in the mobile home/ laboratory vehicle I left just a few hours ago.
“Well, Devin, before we discuss this, I want you to meet a group of young people I met as I was driving home,” she replies, heading for a door behind her. She opens it. Three kids, about my age, step out.
“Who are these kids?” I ask her.
“Devin, meet Dana, Mark, and Shirley.”
“Okay, as I said earlier, who are they?”
“Think and remember, Devin.”
“The names sound familiar.”
That’s when it hit me. The names. They were the names of my missing friends. “Is that really you guys?” I ask excitedly. “Yes! You got it, mister! You win the ‘Guy-who-lost-his-friends-six-years-ago-and-now-it-takes-him-two-minutes-to-remember-them’ award!” Mark, always the wisecracking clown, exclaims.
“Omigosh! You’ve grown, Devin!” Dana, my best friend, exclaims.
“Whoa. Check this lab out. The inside coating’s an alloy of about 2% beryllium and 97% nickel, with a touch of titanium. It has an ultimate tensile strength of 300,000-psi, and 245,000-psi yield strength! This is 375% stronger than the best high tensile steel. The tensile strength of 98.5% beryllium is about 58,000 psi, so it seems to do a lot better when mixed with others,” Shirley, the science geek, mutters to herself.
“Wow, you learned all that by sight?” Dr. Lamont asks.
“Nah. I have a scanner thing on my watch,” Shirley replies.
“Where’d you get it?”
“I got it free with my watch from eBay.”
“Omigosh! I didn’t know that!” Mark says. “Here it comes,” Dana says. “In fact, I didn’t even understand that!” Mark exclaims.
“Shaddup,” Shirley replies. “Now about that home problem,” Dr. Lamont says, grinning.
“What about it?” I ask. “I found a cheap house near mine and I bought it ‘cuz I figured you can live in it and still call for my help if you need it,” she replies. And that’s where the real story starts.
