The Great Fight

Its Ramadan. Every Saturday, we (me and my family) go to the local masjid, to break our fast, and to eat dinner and pray Magrib. After dinner, my two brothers and I walk over to the musaluh, so we can fight the “Duh duh heads” I call them. There are four boys, which names all start with an ‘A’. Their names are:

Adnan (The soccer dude who teams up with Audil, the chum-bucket)

Arif (The sometimes-peaceful-crazy-lunatic)

Afif (The phone crazy duh duh head)

Audil (The chum-bucket)

Crazy? But they are all brothers! Adnan is Afif’s brother, and Arif is Audil’s brother. Sometimes, we play dodge-ball with them. There is another family with three boys that usually come over, and they are super-fair, but I don’t know why they don’t come, since its way more fun to play dodge-ball with them. Last time I went to the masjid, they beat me up, and broke the frame of my glasses, and I had to get new ones. I had to beat them up badly, so I could get revenge for them breaking my glasses, but I have to wait until every Saturday, because that’s when the masjid has Iftar. On Eid, they give out toys or games to the kids, but the older kids get gift-cards. I hope I get a gift-card or like three-hundred dollars. I need the money to save up for my quad-copter! Well, I really hope I get revenge. I’ll probably smash their heads in, enough to make them stay away from me. Just joking!

S U L L Y

Sully sped through the dark night on his completely black Pegasus, Bagheera. He sought to fight the criminals who committed terrible crimes, and put everyone at justice. Bagheera whinnied in triumph at the though of kicking some bag-guys in the crotch. Sully smiled behind his black mask, and handed Bagheera a huge apple, which Bagheera chomped down and ate. Sully was wearing dark black, as dark as black could go, so he could blend into the night, and know one could see him. Literally no one could see him until it was daytime. Bagheera landed on top of the West Market Building, the tallest building in all of Kentucky. Sully and his awesome Pegasus lived in Louisville, where crime rates were more than one thousand robbers a week. And Sully and Bagheera had to stop them all. It was really hard, but every night, when everyone except the criminals where in bed, Mr. Yout, a stout Chinese man, would shine a nightlight through the clouds that was the shape of the letter S. Then Sully would know that there was a criminal on the loose, and he and Bagheera had to stop them. Bagheera could fly faster than the speed of sound, which was very helpful on some occasions. Suddenly, the white letter S soared through the sky. “Dive!” Sully said. Bagheera screeched a battle cry, and jumped from the building. They were going about Mach 5 (Five times the speed of sound) when Bagheera had leveled out. Sully turned on his CrimFinder TM goggles, which immediately zoomed to the nearest criminal. He was in a get-a-way car, speeding right on top of the Louisville bridge. Sully aimed his wrist at the car, and shot a unbreakable steel cable at the car. It latched on, and Bagheera immediately turned around in mid-flight, almost throwing Sully of Bagheera’s wings. The car that Sully had shot the cable at lurched forward, the criminal wondering what was happening. Bagheera shot ahead faster than a speeding bullet, and the car banged against buildings, but luckily, the streets were all empty except for parking cars. The bad guy suddenly jumped out of the car, which was like committing suicide going at Mach 3, and rolled onto the sidewalk. Sully pressed the automatic reel on his grappling gun, and fired it again at the criminal. It latched onto his shirt, and the burglar screamed. Bagheera whinnied something to Sully only he could understand. “No Bagheera, you can’t kick the guy in the butt,” Sully was tried hard not to laughed though. They flew to the jail, where the police was waiting to Sully. “Thanks man!” Mr. Yout waved his hat at Sully, and Sully just nodded his head in reply, and he flew off into the night.

Yalow: Dawn of the Inventors

 | Night Nine | Wave Six | Yep, we’re dead |

We are the inventors of Yalow. We are the children of the people of Yalow. We invent things to keep alive. Yes, you heard me. We invent things to stay alive. You’re probably wondering to yourselves, why? BECAUSE OF THE ZOMBIES OF COURSE!! Every night, zombies invade the city, and eat all of the food. We, Kila, Kit, and Sam invent things that even the evil President Yout’s inventors can’t invent. We try our hardest not to get attacked every night by zombies. I have invented a awesome weapon where you put it on your wrist, and it transforms into a shield and a gun that sticks out of the shield. There is also a force-field that surrounds you, in case the shield doesn’t work. The force-field can operate for about a day, then you have to charge it for about a hour, and then the whole cycle repeats again. The sword, which has a laser-gun embedded in the cross-hairs, can cut through anything. You heard me, anything. Need to get through several titanium layers? It can chop through that like a hot knife through butter. That is why it is so useful for cutting down zombies. It is as long as a real piano, but weighs a little bit more than a feather. I can just wade through the zombies like a weight through a sand-storm, and in a minute or two, the zombies will be dead, even if they are dead already. I had also made a copy of my invention, and gave it to Kit and Sam. I know, my name sounds like “Killer” but its actually Keye-La-Uh-. Kila. So yeah. It was October 22, 2019. Evening time was approaching, and me, Kit, and Sam had to prepare our weapons. Sam had invented a really cool teleportation device that could teleport you right on top of your enemies and kill them. She had also constructed a pair of boots and gloves that could kill zombies with one punch or kick. You could stomp on the ground, and a couple of zombies would die. The stomp was so strong, it could kill us, but we had to wear special shoes that would absorb the shock of the impact of the stomp of the shoes or fists, because they could punch through anything. The sun was rapidly descending, and Kit was trying to finish his weapon. It was a mine that you threw in the middle of the zombie crowd, and it would release a laser that would mutilate all of them. All of us had to wear protection that would reflect the laser and so that the laser couldn’t kill us to. “Are you ready?” I asked everyone. They nodded their heads yes, and we marched out of the modified airplane hangar that could withstand a wave of zombies until either the generator ran out of diesel, (In which case we could have to “borrow” some more from the closed down gas-station) or if I wanted it to stop (Then if I wanted it to stop, then I would pull the switch, and everyone would change into their armor and we would fight off the zombies until they were dead). The whole town was constructing a huge wall that could hold off the zombies. It was almost done, but my parents, and Kit’s and Sam’s wanted me to fight off the zombies with our inventions until the wall was finished. The wall was make out of titanium mixed with diamond, that even my sword couldn’t cut through. It also had a lava moat on the outside, so that the zombies would burn in the lava, and if they survived that, they would have to get through the wall, which had another lava moat on the top of the wall. It surrounded the whole town and the only part that was left to construct was the east wing of the city. It was only a foot or two that they had to construct, but it was taking a long time since the workers would only work in the daylight. We had to defend that area tonight. Because the rest of the wall was functioning smoothly, killing zombies every night, that was the only area that was hostile. Nobody lived there, but they would when the wall was finished. The only entrance in the wall was for the food-delivery tank. It had to be built into a tank because if there were any zombies, the tank could easily fight them off. We marched off to the east wing, and prepared to fight the zombies. I hope we can live ’till dinner, because I’m hungry…