[4] Horrified at what she has just found, Jemima covers her mouth in repulsion. [1] She feels her instincts telling her to run. [5] As she turns she feels vines winding up her foot.  [1] She looks down to see a glowing leafy rope-like vine running up her leg. [1] She screams as only a woman can (breaking several windows!) and continues to hobble forward while the vines sneak up her thigh. [2] Without hesitation, Jemima reaches up to grasp a pocket-knife and she hits the plant over and over but it merely regenerates. [3] Diabolically, the plant, which has now twisted itself from her waist down, pulls her to the ground. B.R.I.C.K.R.O.E.R.  soon covers her and [To avoid graphic violence this section has been omitted] eats her.  Jemima, the plant’s first victim, never knew what hit her!

                [2] Inside the house, the door to the fridge was left open after the plant, well, ate Jemima, But this did not last long as soon the bulky vines close the door.  Fast forward approximately 3 hours later dad has woken up and goes to get milk. [6] The plant tries grabbing him.  The clever father shouts, “Wait! Let’s have a dance-off.” And of course B.R.I.K.R.E.O.R. agrees since no plant can resist a dance off!  [1] The dad goes first, a very good tap-clogging-Scottish dancing king. [5] After a few minutes, he concludes his performance as B.R.I.K.R.E.O.R. begins his routine. [3] Truthfully, he was very good at hip-hop. [4] Finishing up, it is clear that dad won, but of course the plant double crosses him and [To avoid graphic violence this section has been omitted] before dad, who is brainy, is pulled in he grabs a candle and drops it on the floor; the plant and house burn! No need to close the fridge door anymore!

Epilogue

                The dad survived the fire, but revving about a plant he was happily lobotomized.  The police found no plant matter in the house.  The plant had pulled itself down the drain and now is under New York in the sewers with the alligators and owns a very successful laws firm! HEY what’s that on my le……

Fin.

B.R.I.C.K.R.E.O.R. LIVES ON! NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN I’LL BE BACK! SIGNED B.

 POST!! OR I WILL QUIT WRITING!!!!

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Chapter 8 “Looking”

“Where could he be,” Dan exclaimed. “I don’t know but let’s go look,” Sam ordered. They walked down to a large garden; the roof was open over it so sunlight could come in. “Wow!” Jon said “Who are you?” A dark-haired man walked toward them “We’re from Celebration Church” Sam replied. “Okay, you can walk up the garden if you want,” the man said. “Okay Mr.” “Joe, Joe Hudson,” Mr. Hudson said as he pointed, “That garden up there is the flower garden, that over there is the maze, and that’s the main garden.” “Okay… He’s gone!” Dan gasped. Jon was pale. “What’s wrong Jon?” Sam asked. “That man looked just like the picture of George O. Smitheous on the computer!” Jon exclaimed.

Chapter 9 “Still Looking”

            “What?” Sam exclaimed. “Well, let’s keep looking, although that was strange,” Dan said. Suddenly Mr. Owens walked by, “Boys have you seen my briefcase.” “Umm, is this it?” Dan asked. “Yes, Thank you boys,” Mr. Owens let out a sigh of relief. “Why does it have the initials K. O. S.?” Jon asked. “Umm… That’s my mother’s grandfather’s name, umm, Kit Orville Serelli.” Kelley nervously said, “I have to go.” “Wait Mr. Owens, Where’s Ms. Taprika,” Sam asked. “She’s outside waiting for me,” Mr. Owens explained,” Goodbye.” “Goodbye Mr. Owens,” Dan said. “That was strange, well let’s head up,” Sam excitedly said. “Okay,” Jon agreed.

So they walked up and looked at tons of gardens plus a few, but there was no sign of Bobby or Matt. “Come on, they’re not up here, let’s head to the kitchen,” Sam decided. “Okay, let’s go,” Dan remarked.

YOU Are With Me

-          Grant Lawson

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Chapter 6

“Where’s Bobby?!”

            A few minutes later the boys jumped to their feet and Dan opened the giant door and walked inside the huge lobby. All of a sudden Bobby noticed a hallway and said,” Come on, maybe there is a hidden treasure” “No way,” said Sam. But in time all the boys fell in line behind Bobby.

            Soon they came to what looked like a library in the middle there was a table full of food. Some of the boys walked over to the table and started to eat. Suddenly Jon shouted “Hey it’s a handwritten Tom Sawyer book, and it’s signed by Mark Twain!” All the boys (except Bobby)”huddled around him and made many remarks like “Wow” and “Cool.” While all this was going on Bobby was standing by a bookshelf that was up against the wall.

All of a sudden the lights flickered and went out. There was a grinding noise and Bobby shouted “Whoooaaa!” And there was  a loud Whump! Then the light came back on and the boys looked where Bobby had been standing, the rug was piled up against the bookshelf, but Bobby was gone!

“What in the world,” Dan exclaimed. “He’s probably just playing a prank,” Sam said. “Come on, let’s find him.”

Chapter 7

“Not Again!”

            The boys walked down another hallway and came to a giant auditorium. “Wow this must be where we perform,” Dan exclaimed.

“Yes, it is,” an older voice said. The boys whirled around. “Hello, I’m Frank Deville, the handy man.” “Hi Mr. Deville,” Dan said. “Please call me Frank.” “Okay Frank, are we allowed to practice on the stage?” Jon said. “Sure, practice all you want, but I’ve got too got go one of the toilets is overflowing.” “See ya.” Jon said. “Goodbye,” Frank said as he walked away.

“Come on, let’s practice,” Jon said. “Beat you up,” Matt said as he took off. When Matt got to the stage the others sat down to watch him. “Come on, do it Matt,” Sam said. “Okay,” Matt said while he started. “One, two, three.” Suddenly the lights went out and the curtain closed. “Matt jump!” Dan shouted. Then the lights came back on and the curtains opened. “Oh, no not again” Jon said. The stage was empty!

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                                                     Chapter 3

                                                       “Let’s Go!”

“I win!” Sam and Matt shouted at the same time. “No I win!” Again they said at the same time. The door slid open on the new bus. “Actually we win”, Dan and Jon remarked. The church had just bought a new bus that had a small upper level, coke machine, snack machine, televisions, computers, and video game systems. “Load up”, Ms. Taprika said. 

After everyone got in, Bobby shouted “Let’s go.” “Wait a minute, your forgetting something.” Ms. Taprika said. “Let’s see, shirt, pants, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, towel, pajamas, princess boxers,” “princess boxers?” Dan interrupted. “Oops,” Jon blushed. “Nope,” Ms. Taprika laughed, “You forgot to pray!” “Oh, I’ll pray,” Dan said, “Dear Lord…”   

Chapter 4

“Are We There Yet?”

As Matt looked out the window and thought “They’ll see, I’ll find a way.” The next seat down sat Kyle, “Ha, Ghosts aren’t real, Matt is crazy.” Upstairs sat Jon “flap, hop, brush, shuffle, hop, step. Yes! I got it right! He thought while he picked up a controller and challenged Dan to a game. Dan picked up a controller and thought, “There is no such thing as ghosts, is there?” Later on Jon got on the PC and searched George O. Smithoeus, “He’s Handsome,” Jon Thought.   By this time they where almost to Memphis. Bobby walked back to the snack machine and got a candy bar and then got a Coke and walked upstairs sat down and wondered, “What’s a toor lamsonsore?”

 This Is Chapters 2 and 3 of My long story.

4 is my worst chapter!

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Asoep wrote this story but it ended as they got to the well so I rewrote it.

FROM SEPTEMBER 2007

By Grant

The Two Frogs and the Well

            Twice upon a time, two frogs happily lived in a marsh.  One of the frogs, who was named Marco, was a young, happy go-lucky type.  The other one was named Polo; he was older and wrinkled (as wrinkled as a frog can get) he also didn’t have a sense of humor. [5] Within the land, a war started and because of this war there was a great drought. [2] As the drought also dried up the marsh, the frogs decided it was time to move.  So with iPod and cell phone in hand, they went searching for a new home.

[2]        In time, they came to a deep well with a stone wall surrounding it. [5] While Polo was skeptical; this looked perfect to Marco who thought, “Cool, crisp, very refreshing water, almost forgot what it was.”  “Come on, let’s jump in!” [1] He told Polo excitedly.  “Pause your Playstation, whippersnapper, what if all the water dries up when we are down there and we get stuck, what do we do then?” Polo reasoned “Come on, Gramps, just for a little bit?” [1] Marco pleaded, and they argued and argued.

[5] When they were still passionately arguing an hour later Marco gave up, “Okay Grandpa, you win this time, come on we’ll go look somewhere else.”  All of a sudden a plane, which was a bomber, flew over!  Polo yelled, “Marcooo!”  Marco yelled, “Poloooo!”  When there was a loud Kabooom; they were never seen again. [2] If a bomber flies over, run and hide; that is the lesson of this story.  Oh! Also, listen to your elders; although most of them don’t know how to use computers, they are very wise.     

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A fun spin on the boy who cried wolf!!

From October 2006

Don’t Be Mis-lead

            A long time ago, there was a pencil who watched his father’s colored pencils because his father was old in years and could not tend to the colored pencils anymore. Each day he quietly brought them to a box on the countertop over looking Papertown. He sat and watched them all day long. In the evening, when the sun beautifully began to go down, he drove the colored pencils back again. One day he became very mischievous and remembered what his father had told him when he first began to care for the colored pencils. “You must always take heed of the sharpener,” his father had advised him. “And if you see one, be sure to call for help.”

The pencil had never seen a sharpener but he decided it would make a great prank.  “Sharpener! Sharpener!”  He cried.  Far below all the pencils in Papertown absentmindedly dropped their work and rushed up to the countertop.  When they got there all they noticed was the pencil and all the colored pencils.  There was no sharpener at all.  The pencils were sympathetic because they believed he wanted company and told him not to play a prank on them any more.  The young pencil who had other ideas again called “Sharpener! Sharpener!”  Again the pencils came rushing.  They were furious when they noticed that he had again tricked them and said.  “You must never do that again.”   

One day while he was daydreaming on the countertop, he noticed an enormous sharpener which was electric dawdle out of the forest. The pencil was terrified. “Sharpener! Sharpener!” he cried with all his power. “Sharpener! Sharpener!” The older pencils, far below, heard his cries, but reluctantly went on with their work because they did not want to be fooled again. “Sharpener! Sharpener! Sharpen---“ At this the older pencils were disturbed, perhaps there was a sharpener. They dropped their work and rushed to the countertop, but, unfortunately, they were too late. When they got there, all they found was the young pencil’s lead. The moral is the story is when you lie, no one will believe you.

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