Mitch0910

A wonderful time at the beach. Splish splash that's the sound of the waves. Crashing against the shore. The sand on my feet as I walk across the beach.The waves curl up on my legs trying to pull me in. I shall never forget that wonderful day. As the sand buried on me throughout the day.The waves did a better job they drowned me in their thick waves. as I walked home from that wonderfull day.That perfect wonderful day. At that warm, beautiful, beach.

4/28/10

It seems to me after listening to the poem "Politics" that the author was wishing that politics where somthing he did not have to wory about. the soldier reading the poem is with his girlfreind and I think he is wishing there was no war and no politics and that they could be young and together without fear.

5/6/10 Frederic Remington was born in Canton, New York in 1861. Remington's father was a colonel in the Civil War who wanted him to go to west point and become a military man. Remington was the only child and he loved to hunt, swim, ride, and sketch. His father sent him to a military school when he was eleven. His classmates liked him but thought he was lazy and not cut out for the military. When he was six teen he wrote a letter to his uncle saying that he was not planning on working very hard when he grew up. He went to the art school at Yale but enjoyed foot ball more than his art classes. His father died and at nineteen he made his first trip out west. After failing after a few businesses his wife left him and he began spending a lot of time painting and sketching. He sold his paintings to locals and realized he can make a living out of it. He went to a art school in new York and got back with his wife. He hired to work in magazines like harpers weekly. He became very successful and was commissioned to do books illustrations. He became very famous for his oil paintings and sculptures of Indians and cowboys. He even had some of his paintings posted as postage stamps. He died at age forty-eight after surgery.

You will never gues what happend to me and my dog shadow one summer it was like any other sunday morning I got out of bed made my brekfast and helped my dad mow th lawn. But whenI got out of the shower I saw my dog runnmig barking and skratching at tthe carpet none stop but ther was absulutly nothing thereI thout my dog was going crazy I thout my dog was going to stop but she dident when I was trying to watch t.v. she still kept doing it when i whent in there i saw somthing moving under the carpet I picked it up and there was a mouse a small mouse I asked my mom what to do and she said put it outside It seems that my dog wasent crazy arfter allther was somthing under the carpet.

5th grade to 6th grade

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh You're going to be in 6th grade...Afraid? Well, I'm almost finished with sixth grade so I'm an expert.I remember everything that happened in fifth grade. The food at my school was terrible. The classwork was easy and we didn't have that much homework. That part was great. But as the end of the year came I couldn't believe it. I was going to middle school. At first, I thought it was going to be great but then I worried that the food might be worse. The teachers might be harsh and even more scary was the thought that they might attack us with homework.I was scared but I had the whole summer to think it over. Fast forward to the end of summer. Middle school here I come. I was terrified when I walked through the front doors. As soon as I got in the classroom I found out the homeroom teacher, called Mr.s York was very nice. So I felt better. I still wanted to bail on the whole middle school thingwhen I remembered classwork,school lunches, and homework. I went to classes and ate my lunch. I was wrong. Middle School was great. The food wasdelicious, the teachers were nice, the classwork was pretty easy, and the homework as well. But I will tell you its a big change from 5th to 6th grade. A change for the better.

 Creepy Things Beyond Belief By Mitchell Maknis Mucus, blood, guts, and shadows, around the corner terror waits. Creepy things beyond belief with sharpened knives and gnashing teeth. Eyeless sockets and decomposed flesh, Monsters, mummies, ghosts, and death. Try to scream as throats clog with fear. No savior when creatures of night appear. Zombies fill the graveyard. Gorging on brains. Moaning cries fill the night air, Zombies that eat their meat rare. Dry bones chatter in the darkness. Gargoyles flex their muscles of stone. Hairy spiders crawl as venomous snakes bite. Don’t walk alone in the dead of night.