Fluffle

Author's Note: If I were to invent something, I would have it be able to do things that nothing else can do. But, that is very hard to do, since if it hasn't been invented, most people can't think of it.


Even though many people have invented many great things, the one thing that no one and I repeat NO ONE has invented it. It is the something that can be anything. Many people have dreamed about making it, but no one really ever tried it because the device, experts, and money would be too much to handle. That's why I would be the very first one.

The device will fit into someone's pocket, and will be practically not be noticed. But first, instead of calling it the device, I will name it the Fluffle. Now since it has a name (Fluffle), I can explain it more detailed. Fluffle is a miniature bouncy ball. One will be worth probably a billion dollars. You can even get the bouncy ball customized! (…For another 5,000 dollars.) This is because many people will want a Fluffle, but they are very expensive to make. (Of course, I will keep the original, and make it even better.) Fluffle will be able to change into anything that s NOT a weapon. (Otherwise we would be in big trouble.) I would suggest not changing it into food, because once you eat it, it is gone. If somehow the person who buys Fluffle uses it against somebody, it will immediately be taken away. There will be people who watch the people that have a Fluffle. Pretty soon, the world will realize what a great device this is, and move away from technology like computers, phones, and game systems. You can change a Fluffle into any one of those. Then, the price of the Fluffle will go down, and everyone will be pouring into the stores to hopefully get their own Fluffle. Next, everyone will forget about all other technology, and focus on doing things like spending time with family.

The True Meaning of Christmas

Author's Note: With the holidays coming up, it is a good time to think about what Christmas is really all about. My friend, Sarah influenced my to think about one thing: What is the true meaning of Christmas?


There are all of these commercials on TV about buying things for yourself. People who don't know the true meaning of Christmas, and think it's all buy, buy, buy. Stores are basically saying "Buy form our store! We have the best deals!". That has nothing to do with Christmas. (In the stores' defense, they do have to make money [and it's usually around Christmas that they have to] of they will lose their jobs.] Also, I guess that someone who does not think the true meaning of Christmas is buy, buy, buy, could think of the stores wanting them to buy to give, but still...) Christmas is also not about how many lights you can put up on your house or how big and fancy of a tree you can get, and although those things are fun, giving is still the true meaning of Christmas. Christmas IS all about giving, and it DOES feel good to give someone something around the holidays, but we should be giving all year 'round.

Random Poems

Author's Note: Sometimes I like to write weird and random poems. Here are a few of them.


POEMS
Poems are fun
In poems you can run
Just like in autumn

Poems can be about stars
Or maybe even cars
And certainly trapeze bars

Poems have to have rhythms
But if they are free-write they don't have to rhyme
And bring you back in time

The poem could be a free-write, boring yet exciting poem with no rhythm about poems


SNOW FALL
Little snowflakes fall
From the sky
And barely touch the ground
Just like sap drips
From a tree
White fluffy flakes fall
Like a blanket covering the ground
The perfect flow of snow
Sparkles on the ground

SNOWFLAKES
Flakes of snow
Fall from the sky
Each mini flake
Has the tiniest details
Sculpted in the flake
The beauty
Of watching them fall
Is spectacular

MARSHMALLOW

Pitter-patter goes the sound
Of a hamster's feet
Crunch goes the light-blue bedding
As he scurries across the cage

Sniff-sniff goes the sound
Of a hamster sniffing
As a hand reaches into the cage

The hamster is as white
As new fallen snow
With a dark gray stripe
Running down his back

He needs a name
A wonderful name
A name that no other hamster is named

I shall call him
A food name
Just like the last white hamster
What should it be?

It was going to be french-fry
Then it was going to be peanut-butter
But he's white

The only wonderful
Wonderful
Name I can think of…
MARSHMALLOW!

Memories

Author's Note: Childhood memories are important things to remember. That's why I chose to write about childhood memories.


Childhood memories are things to keep
Things to look at throughout the week
They are special things
To influence you later in life
To remember important happenings
Things you want to look for
When you are feeling sad or down
Instead of going into town
You can look back at your childhood memories
They can remind you when the day is done
Of how much fun
You had when you were a child
Being a child is something to remember
Something to always keep safe and never
Ever
Forget

Good-Bye

Author's Note: It is very thought-provoking to think about what you would do if you had one more day to live. So, I wrote a short poem about what I would do if I had one more day to live.


If I had only 1 more day
To live…

I would try to spend
It with my family

I would spend my money
Going fun places
And donating it
To help look for
A cure for cancer
And other
Not-really-curable
Diseases

I would say sorry
To anyone I was
Fighting with

I would give
Away things I own
To my family
And to kids in need

I would say goodbye
To everyone I know

And the world would say
Goodbye to me

Dream Vacation

Authors Note: 12 is a wonderful number. It is an even number, with two simple numbers in it. 12 is in between childhood and teen-hood. It also means vacation. On my 12th birthday, when I only saw a single present on the table, from my dad, I was very confused. Then, when I opened it, I knew exactly what it meant. It was a trip to Paris! With just my dad and me! I am really hoping that when my brother turns 12, my mom, dad, my brother, and me will go to Hawaii. That would be Awesome. So, I will write about what I think Hawaii is like.


The sun is shining brightly in the sky, but you barely feel the heat of it's rays, for you are sitting on the warm sand underneath a palm tree, enjoying the cool breeze. The only thing you hear is the light crashing of the waves against the rocks. Far in the distance, you see a dolphin swimming silently in the sparkling blue water. You are sensing the beauty of Hawaii.

"Let's go!" shouts your mother.

"Coming!" you yell back.


After a ride in a bus on a very bumpy road, you come to a sudden stop. Then, you see the most beautiful thing- a giant waterfall surrounded by wildlife and a luscious green forest. You stare in awe as the water falls from way up high.

After a Fun Day, Sad Things Can Happen

Author's Note: Two days after my hamster, Cupcake died, I was still a little sad. Cupcake was the only thing I could think about, so I wrote a story about the kind-of-weird day I had when she died.


On Sunday, September 4th, my dad took my little brother and I fishing. Connor claimed that fish like wax worms best. I believed him, because my grandpa took him fishing, and they caught 15 fish! Except we always put the fish back into the water because my dad says that it is too hard to cook the fish. So, my brother and I went to the bait shop to buy wax worms. We always fish on the pier on Pewaukee Lake. My brother caught 1 fish, and I didn't catch any, because the fish kept on taking our bait. I really think fishing is boring, because you have to wait forever until you get a bite, and even then, you are lucky if you catch a fish.

On the way home, my dad asked us what else we would like to do today. Connor said right away that he wanted to go to Cushing park. There was nothing else to do, so I went to the park with them. Cushing park is HUGE! All my brother wanted to do was play in the sandbox.

Afterwards, we went home. My mom then told me some very sad news. She showed me my hamster's cage, and there was Cupcake, lying like she had never lied before. She told me that she didn't think that Cupcake would make it through the day. Then, my brother started to watch a movie, but I don't know what it was called. Soon, we went to the Chocolate Factory in downtown Pewaukee, because my mom had coupons. It really wasn't the best day to be having ice cream though, because it was pretty chilly outside. I had the flavor I'm talking chocolate, my mom had the flavor chocolate raspberry truffle, my dad had chocolate malt, and Connor had cotton candy. Halfway through the ice cream, Connor said, "This tastes like bubble gum." Then later, he said, "Actually, it does taste like cotton!" I find that very funny.

Soon after getting ice cream, we went home. My parents told my brother the night before that we would go to McDonald's for dinner that night. Connor was anxious to go to the outside play land. It was pretty disgusting, so even though Connor begged me to go up there with him, I decided not to go up into it.

The saddest thing happened when we got home. We found that Cupcake was no longer breathing, when we were watching her for five minutes. So, Cupcake, the nicest hamster in the whole wide world died. She was 2 years old, so she died of old age. I decorated a small pink box for her with her name in sparkly foam letters across the top, a picture that I drew of a cupcake on the side, and on the two short ends, a kind of letter that I wrote for her, and a name poem for Cupcake. Inside, I put in some of her bedding. My dad picked up Cupcake, and put her into the box, and we took her to the hole in the backyard that my dad had dug. The saddest part of all was then it started to rain.

Splash

Author's Note: One day, I was finding it hard to think of something to write about. Then, I started thinking about dolphins. So, dolphins are what I decided to write about.


The dolphin I see
Way out in the sea
Is gray
And smiling happily

The dolphin dives down
Deep into the sparkling water
The water shimmers like
Newly-fallen snow

The dolphin springs up
Elegantly into a spin
As it increases altitude
Water droplets slide off its body

Then it gracefully
Dives back down
Into the crystal-clear
Water

Hamster Feet

Author's Note: I have a hamster named Marshmallow. The other night, I was watching him go throughout his cage. He inspired me to write this poem.

The pitter-patter of little feet
Startle me as I wake up
From my sleep
My hamster
I see is scurrying across his cage
To his wheel
His name is Marshmallow