A Fairly Fruity Tale

Once upon a time there was a mango named Googol. One day, he was bored and wanted to go to the moon. On his journey, he met upon many other bored fruit. At first, he met twin strawberries, names Tweet and Insta.

He asked them, “Would you like to come with me to the moon?”

They replied, “Sure!”

Next, the fearsome fruit met upon a cherry triplet. Their names were, A, B, and C. They asked and the cherries agreed.

As they ventured on, they met 4 bananas (Yaho, Beeng, Agar, and YooToo), and 5 blueberries (Ema, Phosho, Eyetoon, Fifo, and Safar).

Finally, they arrived at the perfect launch site. They had the most spectacular rocket, and the B cherry volunteered to push the button. They readied the cylinder-shaped rocket.

“Wait!” The mango yelled last minute. “We need fuel! Something like milk will do!”

“Yes sir.”

Now they were finally ready. All the fruit got in the rocket, and B closed the lid.

“Ready for launch,” B said. “5. . . 4. . . 3. . . 2. . . 1. . . Lift Off!”

Instead of blasting through the sky leaving a cloud of smoke, the poor fruit got smooched into a fine slush also known as a smoothie. Too bad, so sad, very delicious.



Everyone has a favorite animal, but have you ever thought, what makes an animal an animal? Well the animal kingdom consists of many different kinds of groups, such as: mammals (like bears and cows), reptiles (like snakes and turtles), birds (like robins and eagles), amphibians (like frogs and salamanders), fish (like sharks and tuna), insects (like ants and bees), mollusks (like squid and mussels), crustaceans (like crabs and shrimp), arachnids (like scorpions and spiders), and more. You may have heard of a food chain, which is very essential to all living things (animals, plants, bacteria, fungi, and protists). It starts with plants, and next herbivores (plant-eaters) eat the plants, and then carnivores eat the herbivores, and more carnivores eat the other carnivores and so on (this can happen anywhere such as forests, the sea, etc.). There are many (maybe millions) of species of animalia (the scientific name of animal), from german shepherds to emperor scorpions and even to the grass cutter ant, but what makes an animal is, any living organism that actively acquires food, with a well defined shape and has a limited lifetime.

The Fires of Buckingham

One day, I was visiting London. When I was strolling along Baker Street, I bumped into Sherlock Holmes! The real Sherlock Holmes! The detective that solved every case that he had a taste of. Many people call him a maniac, or a psychopath. But he calls himself a high functioning socialpath. I tried not to freak out, and what came out was a stuttering “You’re Sherlock Holmes!”

“Yes,” he replied. “Do you have a problem with that?”

I somehow had talked my way into joining him on a case, a truly farfetched case (not very farfetched for him, though). There’s this person who keeps saying eat. Just eat, eat, and more eats. It was confusing to me, and even Sherlock was stumped. After a couple long, hard days, I asked him, “Can it be an acronym?”. He stared at the sky and slapped himself in the face. We searched “E.A.T.” on the computer and found out it stands for Electronic Advanced Technology. We interrogated the person and found out that he just wanted an E.A.T. computer. “What a bluff.” said Holmes as he sat down on an oakwood chair to wipe some sweat off his face. “Let’s go out for some fish and chips.”

As I closed the 221b door, I saw a man.

“It’s a criminal!” yelled Sherlock. “Get him!” We chased him across a bridge to the Big Ben and by the London Eye. We finally cornered him in a room of the Buckingham Palace.

“I want to go to eat.” he said.

“Eat?” I said confused.

“No,” said Sherlock. “E.A.T! The acronym.”

“5 minutes until detonation,” said the criminal, smiling.

“He’s using E.A.T. to explode this place!” Sherlock yelled. “Let’s go!”

Two of this criminal’s helpers then started to chase us. We ran into a room caught on fire. I jumped over some fire and out of the room. Sherlock took out a squirt gun, shot some water into the fire, and that room burst into smoke.

“Buying us some time.” said Sherlock.

My watch read 5:27. 2 minutes left.

We finally found the computer. “I can hack, a little.” I said.

“Then get hacking.”

I quickly found out that E.A.T. computers were hack proof, so I stood up, and walked around in panic. “What are we going to do!” I said in panic.

“Nothing. I guess.” he replied.

20 seconds left!

He then chuckled. The computer screen went black. He pointed to a switch, similar to one in a sci-fi movie. “There’s always a switch.”

So the criminal got put in jail, and everything was normal again.

“Do you mind joining me for cases, ” he asked me.

“Um, no thank you, ” I said “Gotta get back to my parents.”

“Then von, voyage, Alex!”

And this is an adventure I would never forget.

The Brainy, the Talented, and the Athletic

Chapter 1
Meet the team

Meet Bryan. Here’s his personality. So picture the smartest person you’ve ever met, and multiply his or her intelligence by the biggest number you know. That’s how smart Mr. Smartypants (a.k.a. Bryan) is. Here are some things he likes and dislikes. He loves mozzarella sticks, but he hates cheese. He loves showing off, but he’s afraid of performing in front of a crowd. And so on. Basically, in every TV show or movie, the smart person or people are not very strong. Same with Bryan. He broke his arm during volleyball, and failed soccer. He did his best during gymnastics, but jumped into a locker! You like the rhyme? Well now that you know him more than he knows himself, shall we move onto the rest of the team?

Now, meet Alyssa. Let me show you some of her traits. She’s popular, she’s pretty, she’s anything a kid would want to be. Even though she’s basically a B student, she’s like that on everything. she rarely gets Ds, Fs, or even Cs. On nearly anything, she gets a okay or good grade on, so does that make her talented? Well you’ll see some of her true talents in a sec. Okay, so she’s the most flexible person in the school, and she has mad computer skills! She can program and even hack a little, so this makes her an important member of the group. but let me show you the true strong member…

Finally, meet the strongest kid in the universe, the person who’s muscles cast a shadow over the athletic children in your gym class, (drum roll). . . . . . . . . . , his name is… Bob. Sorry for the dorky name but it’s hard to make a story funny, but his name is short for Bobert. Oh yeah, that’s Rob, not Bob. But he was born Bobert C. Strong. Anyway, his biceps are as tall as the empire state building, he can leave a dent in metal, and he once broke the basketball backboard and still got the ball through the hoop while doing free throws. So, here’s the team. The brainy, the talented, and the athletic.

To be continued …

Halloween Story From School

IMG_7947All of the sudden, it turned into a portal so I jumped in and landed in a dark and cloudy dimension and found myself outside an elegant-looking house. But as I walked in, inside it looked rather mysterious. Then some kind of slimy liquid squirted me and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was in some  kind of dungeon. There  was a man outside my cell in a black coat  and he said, ”You will never escape.”. I was freaked out! But then he fell asleep. I guess he had Narcolespy or something. So I was thinking of a way to escape before he wakes up.

I looked up and saw some iron bars and a weird keyhole. It was in the shape of a man. I searched my pocket and found a windup doll. It was in the exact shape of the keyhole so I jumped up and it took a couple tries but I managed to put the doll in the keyhole. Using the windup key as a handle I slowly turned the doll and the iron bars opened and  I climbed up. I saw the portal back just a few meters away. The man appeared out of no where about the same distance away and he said, ”I’m faster than you think.”, I dashed toward the portal and he chased me. I leaped and barely made it.

When I got back, I poured the liquid out so he couldn’t get into our world. But I have a feeling he’s still after me.