The Back-Stretcher

Today, a package came in the mail. It was huge, maybe as big as me standing up and with my arms outstretched. It was this thing called an Inversion Table. You strapped yourself to it and turned yourself upside down to stretch your back. All the blood rushes to your head, and if you stay like that for too long, your eye balls can pop with all of the pressure of the blood in your head. You stay upside down for about 3 minutes, and then slowly turn right side up. If you turn right side up to quickly, then you can pass out. I tried it for only a minute and a half, and while I was upside down, I could feel all the blood rushing to my head. Then, there was a searing pain and my eyeballs exploded inside my head. All I could see was white. People screamed, and I heard my eyeballs bounce on the floor. Just kidding 😉 After the timer rung I slowly rolled right side up, and could feel the blood slowly going back to my feet.

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The Defenders

The all powerful master ninja has chosen you, and only you to guard the sacred sword of  ninjas at night. After everyone had gone to bed, you flop onto the uncomfortable wooden bench, and eat some ninja-noodles, a rip off of ramen noodles. They tasted good, but made you thirsty. Unfortunately, the nearest water-fountain in about twenty steps away. If your gone, the evil ninja could steal it while your away! But you get thirstier, so you race to the water-fountain, drink a gallon, run back, and find that the evil red ninja are in the act of stealing the sword! You act fast, throwing a couple of ninja stars at the ninjas. They go down, groaning and hacking, and you defeat the last of the ninjas. You retrieve the sword from an unconscious ninja who is groaning a moaning like a dying goat, and place it back in its rightful place in the light of the moon, on top of the granite pedestal. Suddenly, waves of evil ninjas stream from no where and try to snatch the sword, but you jump, hurl a bunch of ninja stars, and watch as twenty seven ninjas go down without a fight. You have to protect the sword at all costs. You eliminate all of the ninjas, and then the sun comes out! You are finished protecting the sword, and now its time for breakfast! After class you tell all of your ninja friends how you defeated one hundred sixty seven ninjas trying to steal the sword. They crowd around you and ask about each ninja you rendered unconscious. “If you don’t believe me, then go look in the courtyard!” you say. Ninja rush into the courtyard, trampling a couple poor janitors in the rush. They all run outside, and gasp at the pile of still unconscious evil ninjas. You become famous.

Play the game here!

Instructions:

Arrow keys to move, space to shoot ninja stars. Don’t touch or let the evil ninjas

take the sword!

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General Sasha and the army of the mutant ants.

Chapter One

A New Beginning

 

There once existed a house on 12 Primate Drive that had an infestation of tiny black ants.  There were literally everywhere, and the people who lived there had to wear plastic clothes that covered their whole body so the ants wouldn’t bite them. One day, a twelve year old who lived next door to 12 Primate Drive bought a couple of ant killers, placed them around the house, and mixed anti-freeze and hot-sauce with the liquid killer. The ants were supposed to drink it, and then bring it to their nest so the other ants would be killed. But Robert,  the boy who put the ant killers outside of 12 primate drive had made a terrible mistake.

Three days later, about 90% of the ants had been killed, but the other 10% of the ants where in pain and agony. Somehow, the anti-freeze and hot-sauce had mixed together in the ants stomach, and the ant had became a mutant! Ants doubled and tripled in size as they grew razor sharp fangs. The people who lived in 12 Primate drive jumped out of the second floor windows because they were so scared of the mutant ants mutating. One ant named Anthor, (Ant Thor!) grew so big, he broke the roof of the second floor. The house’s pet anteater tried to eat Anthor with little success, and in the end, Anthor swallowed the anteater whole, licking his bloody fangs. The rest of the ants grew as big as Anthor, and they stomped around the neighborhood, eating pet anteaters, dabbing, and stuffing themselves full with pickles. Just then, a cat by the name of Sasha ran onto the street. Sasha had the gift of telepathy with the ants. She ordered them (somehow) to stop dabbing and march in a straight line in front of Sasha. Then she ordered them to do the Gangnam style dance. Then the ants marched in line order toward the entrance of the neighborhood. Anthor had the honor of letting General Sasha stand on his hairy head. They marched out of the neighborhood, dabbing wildly, to who knows where.

The Starving Games

Chapter One

 

The Starving Games in pretty simple. Twelve people are dropped in a Candy-land, where everything is made out of food. You cannot eat, except in the morning and evening time, and have to try to last where everything is made out of candy, and try not to get fat, or over 150 pounds on the scale, which are everywhere. You have ever person who gains over 150 pounds is automatically disqualified. You have to last four weeks on that, or until a person finds the way out of the Candy-land, (There is a way) eating only in the morning and evening.

The Starving Games has only been going on for about two decades, but people are already afraid of losing. The person who is disqualified has to get his city to pay the owners of the Candy-land 1.5 million dollars, and the only cities who haven’t lost in the history of the Candy-land, are the Utopia, the richest city, Moguter, one of the middle class cities, and Qoue, the poorest. Don’t they have very weird names? Well I think so too. This year, I was chosen to play in the Starving Games, or as my city calls it, Death by starving surrounded by food. My home was in the city of Moguter, the middle class city. It was a red brick house, but was very large, because it used to be where a small rebellion used to meet back in the 2000’s. It is now 4056, and scientists have figured out how to construct flying cars, an unlimited source of fuel that doesn’t do one drop of pollution to the world, and breathable water. Inside the Candy-land, there is breathable water, but only in the middle. But the only problem is that there are candy killer whales, which will eat you, (not really) and you will be disqualified. The Starving Games begin in less than a week, so I have to be very prepared and fly the long five day journey to the Candy-land, where me and the other twelve people will be briefed, and then trapped in the Candy-land for four weeks. My hope is that I can find the exit to the Candy-land, so I can end the Starving Games earlier than supposed, and go back to my house. I inserted a fuel nugget in the airplane, which would last about a year, and took out the old one, which had been used for almost five years, proof that the fuel could last longer than a year. I got in the flying car, waved good-bye to my family, and took off out of the garage. Wind blew my hair in directions that even I didn’t know, as I ascended to the proper altitude, about two miles above the atmosphere, and started the long journey. I turned on the oldies, Taylor Swift and that stuff, and flew forward, going about mach 75. I was only five miles of my five-hundred miles that I still had left. I hoped I could get there in time.

 

The End of Chapter One.

The raid of the fierce 1$’s

Hey, don’t stop reading this! This blog may sound real funny, but it is NOT. This should have happened to one person or another in their lifetime, including poor me. So I was outside, selling The Incredible Veggie-boys, and The Witch’s Curse. I wrote and published those two books by the way. I was saving up for a Phantom Standard 3, which was 518$, including the protection plan (I really needed that). I already had 146 phmhm! Suddenly, something jumped off of my table and onto me! It landed on my nose, and I had to go cross-eyed to see what it was. I strained to see, but I only saw a one dollar bill! I was really surprised. A one dollar bill? Suddenly, it sprouted arms and legs and started rummaging in my breast pocket! I had about a hundred dollars in there! The one dollar bill started stealing it! I was too shocked to even move! Then, after the one dollar bill had stole all of my hard earned money, it jumped off of me, and started running across the table. It was trying to get away! I had to stop it! The dollar bill dumped the dollar bills I earned in the grass, where they suddenly started forming into people! Sort of like origami. Then, they started separating into small groups, and ran into my house! I had left about a THOUSAND dollars of my saving’s account! They to formed into raiding parties, and ran out of my house. I knew that the evil guys would rule the world! They would contained every single dollar bill of the world in their group.

The Quadcopter

I am saving up for a Quadcopter. Its $129.99, but I already have $54.75, so all I need is 85.24 left. I can just sell nine books or more of my Witch’s Curse, and I can buy the Quadcopter! On Flash, I made a banner for the table I’m going to set up outside in our front lawn. Here is what is says:

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Hopefully, I can print out one big one and tape it to a stick, so that when people pass by in their cars, they can see what I’m doing. Last time I was selling my book in the front lawn, I sold my Veggie-Boys book, about ten of them, but I only need nine, and this is a different book with a more awesome cover, so I bet I can sell fifteen copies or more.

The Quadcopter is really awesome. Here is the link to the drone: https://www.amazon.com/DeeXop-Babrit-Quadcopter-Remote-Control-Camera/dp/B01M98FB1E/ref=sr_1_49?s=toys-and-games&ie=UTF8&qid=1494781833&sr=1-49&keywords=quadcopter

You can hook up your phone to the Quadcopter, and I will give you 720 live video stream. The only thing I don’t like about it is the charge time. But I can probably get two more batteries so I don’t have to wait when the battery is charging. I can just put another one in, and keep on flying. So that’s really THE END…

Krat the rat and his misadventures (WARNING: BLOOD AND DEAD CATS)

Chapter Two

Krat the rat bawled his little, red, puny eyes out. He can gotten teased by the school bullies! And they had tried to eat his tail! Krat was exhausted. He wanted to beat up those cats so much, and chew on their bones when he was done killing them. He looked through the window, and saw that the cats were still laughing.

Suddenly, Krat has a huge burst of energy. His eyes glowed red, and he jumped out of his room in the attic. All of the cats stared at Krat. He had somehow gotten a Ratana! A fierce weapon similar to a Katana, but a scaled down version, and made just for rats. All of the cats stared at Krat, because he looked just so fierce. Krat landed on top of the school bully’s head, and lobbed it off. The cat made a disgusting gurgling sound, as the head rolled to the floor. All of the other cats looked at Krat in surprise, and started to run away, but Krat was to fast and hungry for more beheaded cats. He chopped off the tail of one cat, which collapsed, and sliced through the ears of one cat. Krat started laughed a evil laugh so evil, that even the evilest person in the world of evil would be jealous. Then Krat woke up.

Krat the Rat and his Misadventures

Chapter One

Krat the rat was a little weird for a rat; He chewed on cat bones,  flossed his teeth with cat hair, and wore cat ears for shoes and hats. As you can guess, Krat hated cats. He hated cats so much, he would be happy if he was locked up in a jail with a kitten.

Krat’s family, the Boyiers, hated Krat as much as Krat hated them, and Krat hated them as much as he hated cats. Krat and his family lived on the outskirts of kittenville, a huge town that only cats lived in. Everyday, cats would stream out from their school, and would started hunting for mice. The Boyiers would have to be extremely cautious, and not venture out of their house, or else they would get eaten by cats. But Krat never listened to his family. Whenever the cats would come by Krat’s house, Krat would jump out the top window, and try killing the cats. The the cats would just laugh at Krat, and try to step on him. Every day, Krat was humiliated by cats, and whenever he came inside, he would shamefully walk up to his room, and bawl his eyes out. Krat wanted to be an adventurer, just like Robinrat Cruelness, the great adventurer. Robinrat had been stranded on an island, but he had escape on a piece of cheddar cheese. Every mouse and/or rat in the world was very fond of their hero, everyone except Krat that is.

The Airport

The Airport

Today, my mom had lessons with Mr. Mike, the aviation teacher. Last year, he taught me at Frankfort High, aviation class. I got up early to do our work. Himi made breakfast, and I finished my math. Then we all piled into our blue van and drove to the airport. Idris didn’t bring his math or writing on purpose, so he didn’t have to do any work while we were there. I guess he wanted to just watch TV while I did my work.

We ate breakfast in the Break Room while my Mom started the Piper Cherokee airplane and started flying. I had a couple of dollars in my pocket from when I went to the post office, and I wanted to buy a candy, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to waste my money. Today, the guy who wanted the Aerial Imaging logo is going to pay me thirty dollars. I can’t wait! I am also going to work on Robots vs. Zombies. I’m going to add some power-ups, a menu, coins to collect so you could buy some new guns, and an intro.

Veggie-boys 3 Sneak Peak

After the defeat of Mr. PC, the Veggie-boys were completely famous. Everyone wanted a autograph, because it was worth more than a million dollars. Robbie and Matt were worn out from writing, and Matt’s wrist was spraining and covering in pen ink. Last Saturday, a tourist mob had demanded a couple of pictures with the superheroes, and Robbie and Matt had to fly away to save themselves from getting trampled. “I’m so tired,” Robbie complained, resting on his chair in his house. Matt was no better. His hair was all scraggly, and he looked like a homeless person, except with a superhero costume on.

“This needs to stop,” groaned Matt. His pet Waffle, (Which Robbie had found in a deserted alleyway) was licking Matt’s hair, so instead of looking like a homeless person, he looked like a punk rock-star.

Robbie got, and turned on the television. The news channel came to live, and the usual reporter, Matt Samson, blabbered into the microphone. “It appears that a huge rainstorm has passed over Florida, and is heading toward Kentucky,” Samson said. “Some scientists have detected large amounts of soda that has replaced the rain.”

Robbie looked at Matt, who had eyes as wide as dinner plates. “We better get ready! This might be a villain that needs to be defeated!” Robbie and Matt raced off, with Waffle trailing behind them.