Patriots Pen
Am I proud of my country?
I am proud of our country. We have religious freedom, democracy, and equal opportunities for everyone. People are welcome from any country here. Also the government isn’t corrupt.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
The Sad Ending for Cinderella
The Sad Ending for Cinderella
Authors Note: This piece is mediocre. It's not the best one I've written. It was just a piece I wrote for fun.
It was going to be the perfect night for Cinderella. She had an amazing fairy god-mother who provided everything she needed. There was a beautiful dress waiting for her to put on, wonderful glass shoes, and a luxurious carriage with four elegantly decorated white horses. Wearing all her new accessories, Cinderella stepped into the carriage and rode off to the ball.
When she arrived, the atmosphere was astonishing. Everyone from the kingdom was there. Not knowing where to park, Cinderella asked the valet man to find a place for the carriage. The valet man happily took the carriage but due to his lack of driving skills, he crashed it into a corn field. Walking up the giant staircase, Cinderella was in the midst of it all. She decided to go over to the buffet table since she hadn’t had dinner.
Just as Cinderella was heading to the plate where the main course was being served, the most beautiful man came over to her.
He said, “Hello, may I ask your name?”
“My name is Cinderella.” she answered.
“That is such a beautiful name. Would you dance with me?”
“I would love to.”
So the pair went out to the dance floor. All night they truly began to love each other more and more. You could tell by the way they looked into each other’s eyes. Everyone was jealous of them, especially the prince. So they devised a plan, an evil one.
One person would stand by the chain for the chandelier with a saw ready to cut it while the prince would give the signal. As planned Cinderella and the charming man were walking out toward the garden for an evening stroll. The prince then gave the signal. The chandelier chain began to weaken as the saw grated away at the iron ring. After much reciprocating of the saw, it fell; but, almost according to karma, a gust of wind blew the falling object over the prince and it crushed him. Alarmed by the sound of the crash, Cinderella and the man went over to help. When they were able to move the wreckage of the chandelier, they found it was the prince. Cinderella broke down sobbing. The reason for that was because Cinderella and the prince were very good friends when they were younger.
So then most everyone who attended the ball also attended the funeral for the prince. And that is how Cinderella became depressed.
The End
Authors Note: This piece is mediocre. It's not the best one I've written. It was just a piece I wrote for fun.
It was going to be the perfect night for Cinderella. She had an amazing fairy god-mother who provided everything she needed. There was a beautiful dress waiting for her to put on, wonderful glass shoes, and a luxurious carriage with four elegantly decorated white horses. Wearing all her new accessories, Cinderella stepped into the carriage and rode off to the ball.
When she arrived, the atmosphere was astonishing. Everyone from the kingdom was there. Not knowing where to park, Cinderella asked the valet man to find a place for the carriage. The valet man happily took the carriage but due to his lack of driving skills, he crashed it into a corn field. Walking up the giant staircase, Cinderella was in the midst of it all. She decided to go over to the buffet table since she hadn’t had dinner.
Just as Cinderella was heading to the plate where the main course was being served, the most beautiful man came over to her.
He said, “Hello, may I ask your name?”
“My name is Cinderella.” she answered.
“That is such a beautiful name. Would you dance with me?”
“I would love to.”
So the pair went out to the dance floor. All night they truly began to love each other more and more. You could tell by the way they looked into each other’s eyes. Everyone was jealous of them, especially the prince. So they devised a plan, an evil one.
One person would stand by the chain for the chandelier with a saw ready to cut it while the prince would give the signal. As planned Cinderella and the charming man were walking out toward the garden for an evening stroll. The prince then gave the signal. The chandelier chain began to weaken as the saw grated away at the iron ring. After much reciprocating of the saw, it fell; but, almost according to karma, a gust of wind blew the falling object over the prince and it crushed him. Alarmed by the sound of the crash, Cinderella and the man went over to help. When they were able to move the wreckage of the chandelier, they found it was the prince. Cinderella broke down sobbing. The reason for that was because Cinderella and the prince were very good friends when they were younger.
So then most everyone who attended the ball also attended the funeral for the prince. And that is how Cinderella became depressed.
The End
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Poem
W wonderful
A amazing
T therapeutic
E exuberant
R rejuvenating
F fresh
A aquatic
L large
L loud
A amazing
T therapeutic
E exuberant
R rejuvenating
F fresh
A aquatic
L large
L loud
Friday, October 7, 2011
Frank and the Cheese Problem
There once was a munchkin named Frank who lived in a castle called McCheesy's Cheesy Cheese Castle o' Cheesy Cheese. He was a nice man and he owned a cheese shop. There was a problem though, his cheese inventory was overloaded. There many mini fridges all over the castle over flowing with Mozzarella, Cheddar Jack, Muenster, American and every other cheese known to munchkin-kind.
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