Writing Prompt #3

Dear journal, June, 1, 2010

My name Johnathan Eager and I am visiting France for a few weeks and right now I am in the palace of Versialle near Paris. You must be thinking how much fun it would be to actually walk into Versialle. But I have been here for three days and I am barely surviving. I have had little food and water. Of course you're wondering what's going on and why I am writing in my journal like I am talking to you..... The truth is I don't think I will make it out alive! The whole palace has been surrounded by a group a terrorists. They call themselves "The True French" I have no idea what that means. The French army and the police have been battling them since our capture. The terrorists are well armed with missile launchers, AK-47's, rifles, grenades, and plenty off ammunition. I guess there is about 450 of them. I forgot to mention that they are covered in head to toe in kevlar (bullet proof armor). The army is barely hurting the terrorists because of their armor. The terrorists also fortified the area in front and behind Versialle. They were going to kill us all until the army came. Thank God!!! The terrorists wanted to capture a diplomat who happened to be here in the building. What luck! There is about twenty survivors with us and we made up are own conference room sorta speak to try to escape with out of course any more casualties. The tricky part is to escape undetected or we will be dead. I have to stop writing because we must decide what we are going to do.

Dear journal, June, 2, 2010, 12:30 am

On second thought we might make it out alive! We formulated a plan that we will use in 30 minutes. Early today we found a hot air balloon! Can you believe that! The problem with that is that hot air balloons are not missile or bullet proof. Another stroke of luck, the terrorists lost all their missile ammunition! So we took the missiles out of the equation. Now we needed to bullet proof it. There was a few dead terrorists around Versialle so were took their bodies in and took off all their bullet proof jackets and strapped it to our balloon. We had to do this quick. The past 20 minutes the terrorist and the army have been fighting and while they are distracted we will all put the balloon on the top of the palace and hopefully fly to freedom. I admit there is a big chance we will not make it out alive but we have to try. We are all starving and dehydrated. I have to got here are chance. Wish me luck!

Dear journal, June, 3, 2010,

I'm ALIVE!!! Our plan was a success we all came out alive! We are lucky people. As soon as we were air born the terrorists were distracted and were shooting at us and the army and terrorists were in disarray and panicked and later surrendered to the army. When we landed we were greeted by the media, paramedics, family, friends and plain old people who wanted to see us alive. We weren't really seriously injured but we all wanted food. Lots of food! The other survivors and I went to a good restaurant and ate some good food! I think I will write a book about my experience.

The End

so far

Hello again. I'm sure you're quite frightened about my choice of a picture to put on my blog. I thought it was very humorous because it reminded me of the killer bunny from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. My school work has been pretty much the same since the last time I posted. A new thing I have the do is to think about is what I am going make for a culminating project about Maine history. Maine history is not all about French and English explorers, it's mostly about the Wabanaki tribes of Maine. Wabanaki means "people of the dawn" its pretty fun to learn about. In science I am learning the periodic table of elements. So far I have studied the first nine elements, it's fascinating.

Schooling

Hello. I am posting again as you can see and I am very happy about my art project. In art I am making a cowl. For those who don't know what a cowl is, it is a head piece that covers your whole face kind of like a mask. A couple of days ago I worked on it for three hours (rough draft). My cowl is going to cover my whole head besides my eyes nose and mouth and will drag down to my shoulders. It's also black. Besides my art project I will also write a research paper about armor after the fall of the Roman Empire. A period known as the Dark Ages. I like that kind of thing and I am not a huge fan of heavy armor but I love light armor such as leather, chain mail and certain thin plates of metal. My favorite type of metal armor is bronze and iron because its easier to work with. But I am not sure what questions I should ask for my paper. I am reading a book called "The opposite of music" by Janet Ruth Young and its about mental illness. That pretty much what is going on at the moment.

In recent days

Hello, it's me and I am going to explain how I am doing in recent days and what that thing is on the picture. That thing is a Thylacine (th-I-la-seen) also called Tasmanian Tiger and it is believed to be that the last one in captivity died in the 1930's and ultimately extinct. Interestingly there has been siting in the 1970's and 8o's and 90's. The most recent sighting was in 2005 in Tasmania. I believe there might be some lingering around. I just think its really pretty cool. It's like a dog, it's fur is brown and has like zebra strips along is back and rear, and a long tail. Anyway, about me recently I have just been doing school and I am reading a cool book called "The Golden fleece and the heroes that lived before Achilles". I like those kinds of books like the "Iliad", "The Aeneid of Virgil", and "The Odyssey". I have also been sick which was not fun. I have been watching my little sister who is 2 years old she's really funny. I also went to a wedding on the island which was nice I saw a lot of people that I have not seen in a long time. I am also learning Greek in homeschool. That's pretty much it. Farewell.

Writing Prompt #2

List 13 ways its good to learn another language.

It's very handy to learn a new language and I am going to list thirteen different ways it's handy.

1: You have different job opportunities when you go to college such as a foreign diplomat, translator, and much more.

2: You can learn how to read the language so you can translate words.

3: Learning how to write the language is important so you can fortify your reading skills.

4: Talking to other people who speak the language can be extremely useful.

5: It's also good to find some one who is learning the same language as you so you can practice.

6: Once you learn a language it's easier to learn other languages because you have the foundations of one.

7: The more languages you learn the more you will succeed in life.

8: If you can speak the language fluently you can teach others.

9: You can apply for news stations and certain television programs.

10: You will have a lot of colleges who will accept you.

11: It's good to be serious about the language.

12: Things will make sense to you about roots of different languages.

13: It's just plain fun!

Writing Prompt #1

Write a fictional scary encounter with your hairdresser/barber.

Bob the barber

One day after taking taking a shower I looked in the mirror and said to myself, "It's time to get a hair cut. So I went to go talk to my mom and said, "I need a hair cut". My mom closed her book looked at me and said, "OK, lets do it Friday". I was fine with that. It was Friday and we where getting ready to go on the boat (we live on a Island). While I was on the boat I over heard some one talking about this guy in the old port named Bob who cuts hair pretty good and at a fair price. I looked at my mom and asked her, "Where am I getting my hair cut?", she said "I don't know its up to you". I said "Have you heard of Bob the barber?" she said "Yes, I have but I don't trust him, every time I pass by that place I hear strange noises." I said "Mom you know we are in a money crunch maybe we should try it. I heard he does a pretty good job at a reasonable price." My mom said, "All right just this one time but like I said I don't trust him." The boat finally got to town and we got off and went to the ferry terminal. We were inside the terminal and as my mom was withdrawing some money from the ATM she said to me very seriously, "Are you sure you want to go to Bob the barber?" I nodded my head and said, "Yes, I want to go." "OK let me go get the car.", mom said. "Mom it's in walking distance it's just across the street." "Oh yeah" she said. 

So we left the terminal and walked across the street. We approached a worn sign that was in bold letters "Barber Shop". We went inside and as we entered the place seemed to be busy. Four people there and then the two of us. The place looked like a 1950's barber shop. There was a lady in her forties who was sitting in the barbers seat she had the tarp like thing over her, she was waiting for Bob. It was strange there was only one seat, only one person at a time. So me and my mom took a seat. we were siting for about five minutes when suddenly a door next to the barbers seat flung open and we heard, "Good day every one!" and there stood Bob. As the door was flung open out of no where Beethoven started playing. Bob skipped out of the door and approached the lady. The barber seat started to rise. He wrapped a towel around her neck started to spray her head with water and grabbed a pair of scissors and started to cut. Bob looked like a guy who was in his fifties with white hair and a bald spot. He also had on a white tee shirt and a long white apron. After he was done with the lady he looked at her and said very ominously, "You look delicious." The lady smiled and giggled and then Bob said, "No, really you look delectable." Then he strapped her in the chair, hissed and bit a huge chunk out of the lady's neck. Blood started spaying and gushing out of her neck and blood got all over the walls, windows, and the checked floor. The walls were sound proof and the windows were tinted so no one out side could notice the atrocity inside the shop. The lady was shrieking like a banshee and Bob with a chunk of the lady's neck in his mouth chewed it up and swallowed it and yelled, "I need more blood!" A man in his late twenties next to me gets up, grabs a chair and starts to charge at Bob. Bob grabbed the chair and flung it out of the man's grasp. Bob quickly grabbed a shaving razor and slashed the man across the chest who then fell on a chair and broke his neck and tragically died. Blood started to pour out of the mans chest. I yelled, "Oh my god! What the heck are you doing!?" Bob looked at me and said, "I have tasted blood" He started to get all hairy and then grew two huge fangs. Every one inside started call out for help, but the shop was sound proof. At the front of the shop the door opened and it was a customer who happened to be a police officer. The police officer looks at the hideous beast, whips out his pistol and shoots him right in the forehead and his brains splatter up all over the mirror. Bob the barber was out of business. Unfortunately, two people died, the lady and the man. I felt sorry for the person who has to clean that place up! 

We got out safely and where questioned by some police officers. My mom and I went home. She looked at me and said, "I told you!" "You were right mom." We got home and I said to my mom "I think I will just cut my own hair" "That's a good idea" said my mom.

Intro

Hello I am Cerberus Whisperer and I am a thirteen year old adolescent with a passion for history. I live on a island in Maine and I have a very dirty job, lobstering. I am also home schooled and it is very fun. I also like movies such as 300, Troy, Lord Of The Rings Trilogy, Hidalgo, and many more. That's pretty much my life. So I hope you like my historical and my life blog.