Author Archives: Rich Wang
Author Archives: Rich Wang
By Rich Wang
Thatâ€™s right. Iâ€™m going to be talking about debate. The thing that lots of parents force their children into. That includes ME. In case you donâ€™t know what debate is, its where there are two people (or groups of people) arguing over a line, like â€œDogs are better than cats.â€ The affirmative side votes in favor of this statement. The negative says the opposite (cats are better than dogs.) However, there is much more to debate than just yelling at the other side that youâ€™re right.
Iâ€™ve been taking debate for three weeks with someone, and for the first two weeks, I understood nothing. NADA. However, the third week, we finally stopped talking about all this random stuff about Lincoln and Douglass (I do Lincoln-Douglass style debates) and got into the juicy stuff. The part where we get to tell our opponent that their case (or arguments) is/are garbage and that weâ€™re right. I learned that debates are usually forty-five minutes, so thatâ€™s a lot of time you have to say things. Thatâ€™s pretty much all I learned that week, but Iâ€™m pretty sure soon weâ€™ll actually get to debate. 😀 Also, there’s a judge, and he decides who has the better arguments, and whoever does wins (YOU HAVE TO PLEASE THE JUDGE OR HE WON’T SAY THAT YOU WIN.)
Debating may sound easy, but all debate topics are over political topics, which unfortunately I know nothing about, so most of the time I have to research random stuff on the internet about these topics, and then I fail at the debate because I do not know enough political things. Unless youâ€™re an adult, you probably donâ€™t know much about political topics either, because you donâ€™t care who wins the race for presidency, or who just became governor of California.
If youâ€™re interested in becoming a debater, then youâ€™d better A. Love to talk. B. Know lots of political and world history (because you have to back up your arguments with facts from the past). C. Be willing to debate. I added in that last part because if you hate debating but your mom or dad forces you to do it, just tell them that you hate debate, and (hopefully) theyâ€™ll let you quit debating and do whatever you want. However, if you meet all these requirements, then youâ€™ll be a good debater. In fact, debating will help you when you get older, because you have to debate A LOT in businesses.
That pretty much sums up debating. I hope that you learned some stuff about this â€œsportâ€ that you didnâ€™t know before. If youâ€™re thinking youâ€™d be a good debater, but you donâ€™t know how to get started, just go to your mom and dad, and tell them that you want to debate. Soon youâ€™ll be in a debate class, and maybe after that a debate competition. Good Luck!!
By Rich Wang
Skittles slowly started walking forwards, not wanting the others to notice what he was going to try and get. He stalked a little closer. He was almost there! It was then that his owner turned around and saw him. Skittles let out a screech and leapt for the bowl of rice. He could already feel himself slurping up every last dropâ€¦ Wait, what was this? He couldnâ€™t get any closer to the rice! He squirmed and struggled, but a seemingly invisible force pulled him backwards. He turned around and saw that his owner was holding him! He realized that his owner was saying something about â€œDonâ€™t touch,â€ but Skittles didnâ€™t care.
He stalked off angrily and puffed out his fur. Why were cats always discriminated against? If his owner got to eat rice (which was Skittlesâ€™s 2cd favorite food) then why didnâ€™t he? He hated the cat food that was put in front of him every day, but he had been forced to eat it ever since he realized that it was all he had to fill his tummy. He ate as little as possible, and hoped he could soon eat rice. There was also his favorite food, but his owner never bought that. He sighed, and decided to go explore a bit in the outside world. He went through the small hole in the door that his owner had put there so he could go out and exercise, and walked towards another house. He hoped that if he begged them enough, they would give him rice!
Then, he suddenly saw a family eating something through their open window. He looked again. Could it be? No, he was not mistaken. It was Sushi, his favorite food! His mouth began watering, and he wondered if he should wait for them to go to sleep before eating the leftovers. However, his belly protested. It was telling him that this was the first time in months that he could eat something besides that icky old cat food! He charged right through the window and let out a loud â€œMeow!â€ The family eating sushi took one look at him and screamed. They begin to run away from him. Skittles didnâ€™t care. He licked up all their sushi in one big gulp, and felt as though he were flying. Then his brain thought, â€œWait, if they had sushi, there must be more!â€ He instantly began attempting to open the refrigerator, but unfortunately, he wasnâ€™t strong enough.
He suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye. He saw a strange man a holding a strange looking thing. Then the man pressed something on it, and instantly Skittles hurt all over. Then he fell unconsciousâ€¦.
He woke up and saw his owner glaring at him. He wondered what was happening, when he remembered the delicious sushi he had just devoured, and how he had fallen unconscious. He let out a satisfied burp right in his ownerâ€™s face. His owner made a growling sound. Then he started yelling random things that Skittles didnâ€™t pay attention to. Something about â€œinvading personal property,â€ and â€œhuge fine.â€ And was that something about pest control having to come over and Taser him? He didnâ€™t care. All that mattered was that he had finally had sushi! He was so happy that he didnâ€™t care what would happen next. He began to fall asleep, and just before he did, he heard his owner say something. Something about â€œAbandoning a cat in Alaska?â€
TO BE CONTINUED????
By: Rich Wang
So, in the last story of this, we talked about some parts of how to do your homework while having fun. However, you might have gone: â€œMOMMY! THIS IS A DISASTER! THE GUY WRITING THIS STORY SAID THAT HE WOULD TEACH ME HOW TO HAVE FUN WHILE DOING MY HOMEWORK AND WHILE IN CLASS, BUT HE ONLY DID HOW TO HAVE FUN WHILE DOING HOMEWORK!!!! THIS IS A DISASTER!!!! Iâ€™M CALLING 911!â€ After that, you probably got in huge trouble with your mom, and then got in trouble with the police. Sorry if this happened to you. Anyways, Iâ€™m going to be talking about more stuff J
If youâ€™re bored out of your mind in chemistry class, this is what you do. While your teacher is talking, interrupt him by going, â€œTEACHER I HAVE A DEMONSTRATION TO SHOW CAN I PLEASE SHOW IT!â€ Your chemistry teacher will probably say no, but do this even if your teacher says yes, Step one: Stand up from your seat. Step two: Take out some plutonium you found in a science lab (do not say you had to knock out about 50 scientists to get it). Step three: get your portable Microwave 2000 (heats up to 2000 degrees Celsius!). Step four: put the plutonium in the Microwave 2000. Step five: set the microwave timer to 2000 degrees Celsius, for 10 seconds. Step six: run out the school doors laughing, â€œTROLLOLLOLOL.â€ Step seven: play the illuminati song on your phone. P.S. As your run out of the school, you might hear a loud explosion behind you. Ignore it. And thatâ€™s how you make chemistry class a lot more interesting!
If youâ€™re bored out of your mind in math class, show your teacher this trick. (Write it down on the blackboard/whiteboard or something.) 1=1. 1=(5-4)^2. (3-4)^2 = (5-4)^2. âˆš(3-4)^2 = âˆš(5-4)^2. 3-4 = 5-4. -1 = 1????? Watch your teacherâ€™s jaw drop! (Might not actually drop, and might not be astonished by your trick.)
Now, Social Studies class, this is what you do. Quickly, make up a rap about a topic, say, Christopher Columbus. Be sure to make it a horrible rap that doesnâ€™t rhyme. Then, in the middle of class, sing it out loud. You might get detention for it, but youâ€™ll have your handy excuse, â€œIt was about History!â€ P.S. This excuse may not work, so prepare to spend the rest of the day in study hall or in ISS.I hoped you liked part to of this series. Contact us about what you think about thewritingmachinecompany.com so far, and please read more of our stories. Also, remember to rate these stories too! Peace out, and prepare to have more of this series coming soon! Also, please do not take these series of stories seriously. They are a joke.
By: Sage Wang
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a small princess with a large, pink gown. Her name was Awesomeness the Seventy-Seven Million, Two Hundred Forty-Three Thousand, Six Hundred Ninth. (I didnâ€™t want to put that in roman numerals.) For short, everyone just called her Unicorni (even though that had nothing in common with her name.) Unicorni loved to play with unicorns. (Can you guess why?) One day, she decided that she wanted to speak to her father, the king.
â€œFather,â€ she said, â€œmay I change my name?â€ Her father (with his eyes glued to his phone) replied, â€œYeah, yeah, sure!â€ So, Unicorni decided to call herself Ms. Cool! Everywhere she went, she received funny looks from the other servants, cooks, butlers, and royal guards. Unhappy that everyone wasnâ€™t satisfied with her name, she decided to make it longer. â€œI shall be named Hdjkkoiioofjseyfjkmsmxnx!â€ she decided with a smile.
Unfortunately, people had a hard time remembering her name. The princess was furious. â€œHow could you not remember such a simple and easy name like that?â€ she screamed at one of her dinner servers. â€œOh, you can remember my brotherâ€™s name, Ty, but you canâ€™t remember something much, much simpler than that two-letter name, can you?â€ Later that day, her servant walked forward and said, â€œErrâ€¦ Hdjkk- something-err-jijjgymiggy-whatever, what do you need?â€
â€œItâ€™s Hdjkkoiioofjseyfjkmsmxnx!â€ she yelled. â€œHow many times do I have to tell you?â€
Two centuries (literally) later, she finally discovered that people were having trouble remembering her name. â€œAhhh!â€ she laughed. â€œSo that was it! What an amazing discovery! I shall be famous for that! I bet other people wouldnâ€™t ever figure this out!â€ Hdjkkoiioofjseyfjkmsmxnx then decided to call herself â€œStupefy!â€
Very unluckily, Harry Potter came to visit the castle. He had brought his wand, and when he met the princess, he said, â€œWhy, hello,â€ and grinning, he then said, â€œNice to meet you, Stupefy!â€ When he said the princessâ€™s name, he used his wand and a red light missed her by inches. â€œBye!â€ he said, and left the castle before the king could execute him.
Stupefy decided to call herself â€œUnicorniâ€ again. From that day on, everyone was happy again, and Unicorni had no more naming problems.
https://www.lacuisinecestsimple.com/2023/03/sb2vn0ilvj.html (Part credit goes to J.K. Rowling/Harry Potter)
By: Rich Wang
Rabbitman was a superhero. He rescued a lot of people. The only problem was, he had very bad spelling. For one, whenever he signed autographs, he signed them R4bb1t Moon. He always made everyone cry because they thought his autograph was not legit. (Legit means real.) Also, people thought his superpowers were awesome, but what he did was kind of lame. He never chased criminals or stopped people from robbing banks. All he did was save cats from trees, help children eat their vegetables, and more weird stuff like that.
One day, he said he was going to go to the top of Mount Everest. Everyone cheered for him but then they booed when they saw him inside a helicopter, flying up to Mount Everest. They started hating Rabbitman and banned him from all public sites. Rabbitman was very sad. He knew he had to do something very special to gain his reputation back.
So, he decided to catch the criminal who burned everyoneâ€™s houses down. He kept track of the criminalâ€™s movements for a month, to find out a pattern on where he attacked. With this info, he flew to London, where he was pretty sure the thief (named Tyro) was going to strike next. However, Rabbitman was a little short on the brain cells because Tyro attacked New York City instead of London.
Rabbitman quickly took a plane to New York City to catch Tyro. Of course, by then, Tyro was long gone. (Did I mention he was a little short on the brain cells?)
Rabbitman used his only superpower: to turn into a 3-foot rabbit and be able to leap 10 feet up into the air. He hopped towards what he thought was Tyroâ€™s secret base. Of course, Rabbitman was very stupid and didnâ€™t notice he was attacking the White House.
Rabbitman tried to blow it up,but he failed and soon he realized his mistake. He screamed (which was an excellent way of letting authorities know where he was), and ran. Of course, the police caught him and threw him into Rabbit Jail. (He was still in rabbit form.)
Rabbitman was stuck there, so he decided to publish a book, called: https://www.urbanearthworm.org/2023/03/21/ndws1j734m7 The Rise and Fall of Rabbitman. He thought it was pretty good and tried to publish it. It managed to get published, and thousands of people read it. Rabbitman was happy, because he thought people would feel sorry for him and release him from jail. However, as usual, he was a little short on the brain cells, and didnâ€™t stop to think what if people hated the book. People did hate the book, which just made them hate Rabbitman even more. Rabbitman then had a great idea. He was going to try to bust out of prison. â€œThen everyone will think Iâ€™m really smart!â€ he decided.
So, the next time a guard brought him food, he turned back into a human (he was still in rabbit form while in Rabbit Jail). He ran past the gawking guard and ran right to the rich Richard Rafi, who was a very Rich Man who happened to be checking out all the prisoners. Rabbitman thought, â€œIf I rob him, people will be even more impressed!â€ So, he quickly grabbed Richards Wallet and kept on running. He quickly ran out the side door and onto the road. He turned back into a rabbit and hopped into the woods. Suddenly, he screamed. He sawâ€¦â€¦..
TO BE CONTINUEDâ€¦.
By: Rich Wang
You know how in school there are just some subjects you hate? Well, there are some I hate too. Also, this is just a random story Iâ€™m writing because Iâ€™m bored. I hope you can understand what Iâ€™m doing. I am just writing random sentences write now soâ€¦ yeah. This is what you do if you donâ€™t know what to write. Write about how you canâ€™t think of anything. Anyways, Iâ€™m going to write about what to do when you donâ€™t know what to do for class.
So, this is technically an instruction manual, but, well, actually its not. Cheetos are good. I also love Fritos. Oops, sorry, that had nothing to do with what Iâ€™m talking about. Actually, now Iâ€™m showing you how to get ideas for how to write. Just say random words and write about them. For instance, if I said hat, poop, and motorcycle, I could write about a mouse with a hat riding on a motorcycle and bumping into a wall of poo.
If you want to really be organized, you can just say a word, and then time yourself to see how many words you can write that relate to the word you said. Then, inspect each word and see if thereâ€™s anything exciting to write about.
Ok, that covers random writing. Now, its time to move on to math. So, when youâ€™re trying to do your really hard math homework, you know what helps me finish it? Geometry Dash music (Geometry Dash is a game thatâ€™s really awesome and has amazing music.) Anyways, just turn it on, and after 5 seconds youâ€™ll realize all your homework has been done for you! Awesome right! *Canâ€™t actually do this
Science time! Well, you know how to get ideas for your science experiment? Just search up science projects, and check some websites. There, youâ€™re
not guaranteed to find a project that you love! In fact, one of the science projects I found was so good! It got me second place! (P.S. Everyone gets a ribbon thatâ€™s either 3rd, 2nd, or 1st. About 70 people got first, 75 got second, and 70 got third)
Anyways, its time for social studies! When you have to do a social studies project, you know what to do? Do a PowerPoint presentation! You can have lots of fun playing around with the animations, transitions, and colors! Youâ€™ll be surprised how fun itâ€™ll be to add animations to Social Studies information! In fact, Thereâ€™s even a credits animation that you can use to make the last slide look like â€œStar Warsâ€. Also, you can add sounds, a timer, and much more! Also, if you have to write about a president, pick a random president and then write down all their info. When youâ€™re done, make so me silly adjustments like changing George Washington was the general of Americaâ€™s army, you can say: General George I was the head dude of the country that I canâ€™t spell, but starts with an A. Of course, this will likely get you in trouble and punished 🙁
Anyways, thatâ€™s it for today. I might do another one oâ€™ deez, because they kick butt, OK? Thanks. Peace out ma peeps. Oh, and I have no idea why this is underlined.
P.S. Please do not take this series seriously. This series of stories is a joke.
By: Sage Wang
As the wind blows my hair across my face
and I step forward
in the moonlight
it seems if
everything is in my hands
As trees shake
and I look forward
towards the empty plains
it reminds me of home
a place where I am safe,
comfortable, in my motherâ€™s arms
tucked tightly in a soft blanket
with my family
I see the true feeling
right here in my mind
just in memories
but still powerful.
By: Sage Wang
No. No! I donâ€™t want to move. I canâ€™t move. I canâ€™t leave my friends and my school. I canâ€™t leave this beautiful house. I canâ€™t leave my neighbors and my teachers and this wonderful smell of nature. I donâ€™t want to move to that stupid New York City that my mom keeps telling me is a fabulous place.
â€œFabulous,â€ I had replied back to her, â€œat being the worst city in the history of the worldâ€™s worst cities.â€
But itâ€™s too late now. Maybe I could jump out the car window and stay here at my old place. I donâ€™t want to leave this place. But the car keeps moving closer and closer to the airport. No! I canâ€™t leave this beautiful place! Iâ€™ve lived here for 10 whole years! I donâ€™t want to leave my old town!
â€œHoney, youâ€™re 11 now. You shouldnâ€™t be thinking that New York City is a dump.â€
â€œMom, I hate urban areas. And I wasnâ€™t thinking that New York City was a dump. I was thinking it was stupid, dumb, idiotic, crazy, lame- â€œ
â€œJason, honestly, youâ€™ll get used to this.â€ my mom interrupts me.
I glance at my younger sister Clara. She doesnâ€™t seem to mind. Maybe she likes moving because there are bullies at her school. But she doesnâ€™t know how much better middle school is. I hated elementary in 5th grade, but once I moved to 6th I loved middle school. And yet now Iâ€™m moving. How thrilling. But she hasnâ€™t experienced the greatness of my middle school. Sheâ€™s still in 4th grade.
â€œWell,â€ I thought to myself, â€œLooks like Iâ€™m going to have to find a way to deal with this.â€
By: Sage Wang
â€œMOM?â€ I asked. â€œWhereâ€™s my oxygen tank?
â€œHere, honey!â€ she said. â€œIâ€™ve got everything we need!â€ Youâ€™re probably wondering why we need an oxygen tank. Well, the reason is weâ€™re going to Mars.
â€œIn the spaceship we go!â€ yelled my dad. â€œCome on!â€ We all climbed into the spaceship that my parents had built. ZOOOOOOMMM!
3 Years Later
â€œWeâ€™re here!â€ yelled my mother. â€œEveryone get your gear on!â€ My family and I put our space gear on. â€œLetâ€™s go!â€ she then cried, swinging the door open. We all climbed out of the spacecraft and happily bounced around the planet. My brother Rich planted a sign in the ground that said: RICH, SAGE, MOM, AND DAD WERE HERE. Personally, I liked that sign. I hoped that soon we would be famous for being the first people to be on Mars.
â€œLunch time!â€ I yelled. Everyone grabbed food from our portable refrigerator. I picked a ham and cheese sandwich, a slice of pizza, and water.
After we all ate, I nearly fell of the planet when my brother saved me. He grabbed my hand and told me, â€œDonâ€™t fall off the planet, cloud-brain.â€
I smiled and told him, â€œYou too, butt-face.â€ Rich looked offended, but he just trotted off to play around in another area. Soon my mom said, â€œItâ€™s time to go back home!â€ SO we all climbed back into the ship, and it took off.
Another 3 Years Later
When we finally reached home, everyone agreed we had a great time. WE all out our hands together and yelled, â€œHOORAY FOR MARS!!!â€
By: Sage Wang
â€œand blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahâ€¦â€ I thought I was going to die. In fact, I got so bored I threw a paper airplane across the assembly room. I guess I mustâ€™ve hit the light switch, because the whole room went completely black. All the 8th graders were trying to find the light switch, all the 7th graders just sat still in shock, and us 6th graders ran around screaming, â€œPARTY!â€
The principal (who was the one speaking) tried to calm the middle school down, but everyone had gotten so loud no one could hear a thing. At last, someone found the light switch and flicked it back on. But then the light didnâ€™t return. It took about five seconds for the whole school to realize the power was out too. Everyone fled for the exits of the school, bumping into each other as they ran. It was so dark that no one could see a thing.
Then suddenly a cry rang out that made everyone run into action. â€œI FOUND AN EXIT!â€ Everyone in the school bolted out the doors, blinded in light as the sunshine rained down on them. I thought the day was going to be over soon, but when I looked at my watch it was only 1:00. There were still a few hours to go. Then I thought of a genius idea.
â€œPARTY!â€ I yelled.
I have no idea how this happened, but all the kids raced to their backpacks and pulled out supplies. You would think that this was a real party or something. Rock and roll music was playing, fast food was everywhere, there were tables set up, and all the children were all playing games, running, and yelling at the top of their lungs. I think the teachers are starting to wonder whatâ€™s going on outside. I think for once, I had a decent day at school.
By: Sage Wang
Todayâ€™s the last day of winter vacation before school. In my perspective, my last day of freedom. Did I mention how much I hate school? By the way, my nameâ€™s Colin, Iâ€™m 12 years old, and Iâ€™m going to middle school. I really want to be famous in seventh grade like this kid in my class Logan Perter. One thing anyone knows is that you get famous for being good at stuff. And one of the main things that I hate about Logan is that heâ€™s a teacherâ€™s son, so he getâ€™s good awards and praise often, which makes me think of him as a complete jerk.
Anyway, Iâ€™m really started to get sad about the â€œback-to-schoolâ€ thing. Sure, itâ€™ll be great to see Joel, Tyler, and my other friends again, but I hate learning and that kind of educational stuff. And by the way, one of the biggest reasons I donâ€™t want to go back to school is because of the terrifying seventh grade bully Adam Phern. Everyone in the school is afraid of him, so itâ€™s not embarrassing that Iâ€™m afraid of a kid. Us kids have tried everything- teaming up to outnumber him (that was a big mistake), trying to tell adults about him, and trying to stand up to him. Notice that I always say the word â€œtryingâ€, so you probably know that those strategies all failed. Just so you know, the PSC (problem solving committee) tried to find a solution to the bully, but nothing came to our minds at the meeting. Just so you know, I started the PSC and most of my friends joined, and also some other pretty friendly people all agreed to join. Basically, we meet at my tree house every Sunday (that was yesterday) and Thursday at 7:25 to 7:45 after school. As you can already tell, the meetings last 20 minutes each. Hopefully this half of the year will be better than the last horrifying half before. Weâ€™ll just have to wait and see.
It isnâ€™t as easy to wake up at 7:00 as you think. Even though most public middle schools open at 9:00, Wood Middle School starts at 8:00, which means I have to get up at seven. Iâ€™ve been sleeping in until ten for two whole weeks, and it isnâ€™t easy to change that habit, especially since I forgot to set my alarm since I was so tired last night. I was sleeping, when suddenly my mom woke me up and yelled, â€œGet up! Itâ€™s 7:35 already! Youâ€™re going to be LATE!â€ That jolted me awake. If you go to my middle school, you do not want to be tardy. Being tardy is a very serious issue here at Wood Middle School. Truthfully, theyâ€™re serious about everything here. Why? Because this is the best middle school in below a B+, and you have detention. Listen, I didnâ€™t WANT to go to Wood Middle school. In fact, I had heard about it a lot since my brother Justin (who is now in high school 9th grade and is 14) went there. Yes, I admit, Justin is really smart. He NEVER got anything below an A+ on his report card. He studied very hard on every test to make sure he could understand the material really, really well. In fact, when my brother was in Wood middle school in 8th grade, he stayed up until 11:00 cramming for the science and math finals.
Hereâ€™s the thing though, as I already said many times, I didnâ€™t school. I would be fine going to Rivercreek Middle School, or any other average school. But hereâ€™s the thing, my mom really wants me to go to a good college and be famous for changing the world. Donâ€™t get me wrong; I want to do all that. Itâ€™s just that I donâ€™t like it when the teachers are so strict and all. And yes, I am a very smart child, I have to say. All my teachers agreed that I have lots of talent, and I excel in many different sports and activities such as tennis, chess, soccer, piano, Spanish, French, art, and basketball. And I did inherit a lot of Justinâ€™s talent as well, because he does a lot of things that I can do too. But again, I just donâ€™t like the fact that in Wood Middle School, the teachers push you so hard and all.
Today, I had a OK day. Okay, okay, I admit that I fell asleep for two minutes when a student was sharing his report on the periodic table, but still, I got no detention at least. My report was on mechanics, which I think is a lot more interesting then what most people did their reports on. Hopefully tomorrow we donâ€™t get assigned to much homework like we did today. I stayed up until 9:45 doing it, but thatâ€™s not really that long.
Today at school, we had an amazing day. First of all, we got no managed to make it at school right on time. Basically, I was sleeping when my dad marched upstairs and shook me awake, but it was pretty late by the time he awoke me. Once we finally managed to start driving to school, it was 7:55. The bell was ringing as I barely made it into class, and was panting and puffing as I slumped down onto my seat. But hey, at least I made it.
School isnâ€™t actually that bad at all. I played tag with my friends after school today a lot because I got bored after eating dinner. Iâ€™m lucky that my friends are my neighbors at home and classmates at school. The only thing that I didnâ€™t like about today was the fact that Logan got a MEDAL saying â€œBest Studentâ€ from Ms. Perter, his MOM. I still think itâ€™s kind of dumb how Logan is the teacherâ€™s pet JUST BECAUSE the teacher is his mom. Tomorrow we have a PSC meeting after school, so maybe weâ€™ll find a way to deal with that boy. Perhaps- this school year isnâ€™t as bad as I think. In fact, Iâ€™m actually starting to enjoy school. Iâ€™m on a start to an amazing school year. School has so many amazing wonders in it that you just have to discover.
By: Sage Wang
Welcome back to the year of 2215. I am getting quite old (Iâ€™m 208), and so is my brother (heâ€™s 210)! Right now, Iâ€™m still wearing my color-changing shirt, but now Iâ€™m also wearing my mind-reading hat. Basically, when you wear it, it lets you read peopleâ€™s minds! I was reading a teenagerâ€™s brain and nearly fell over laughing. â€œI need to use the restroom to go poop!â€ was what the teenagerâ€™s brain was saying. My brother also invented that.
Iâ€™ve also published a new book, â€œThe Grassy Meadowâ€ and lots of children enjoy the book, even my own kids- Justin and Keria. I dedicated my book to them, too! Iâ€™m now also a motivational speaker, to give inspiration to children and adults who are discouraged.
Also, the government FINALLY decided to take out the law that teachers must be over the age of 32. They changed the age limit to 18, which sounds so much better!
Plus, my brother invented TELEPORTERS! They are so cool! The only problem is that theyâ€™re $1,000,000.00 dollars! Thatâ€™s right, theyâ€™re extremely hard to afford because they are so expensive!
However, there still are some downsides in the year of 2215. For one thing, it costs a lot more money to but a car in these days. Many people have to even have to rent cars because cars are too expensive to afford.
Also, schools have shortened recess to 15 minutes. Thatâ€™s not fair! Children should get to have fun and exercise longer than that!
Another thing is that people must retire from whatever job they have at age 55. (I donâ€™t know how I keep writing books and no one notices me breaking the law.) But some teachers are older than the age of 55, but they teach really well! I mean, why should you be forced to retire when you do your job really well?
I forgot to mention that now children arenâ€™t allowed to buy anything. Parents must do it. Thatâ€™s sort of unfair, in my opinion. But anyways, in another 100 years Iâ€™ll tell you about life in 2315. Iâ€™m excited about what life will be like then, arenâ€™t you?
By: Sage Wang
Itâ€™s 2115 (the year), and flying cars have finally been invented by my brother Rich Wang, who is 110 years old now! He is now a famous inventor. My car zoomed through the air. I used my computer glasses to search up a GPS. Oh, my brother invented computer glasses too. Basically, when you wear them, they are just like computers except you can just type in your mind instead of you having to use a keyboard.
Finally, I reach the mall thanks to my computer glasses and my flying car. Many people are now reading my latest novel, â€œThe Warâ€. Yes, Iâ€™m now a famous best-selling author. In the mall, I buy myself a shirt that changes color. (My brother invented that too.) Then. I climb back into my flying car and zoom back home with the GPS from my computer glasses.
When I got home, I thought, â€œI feel bad for the people who lived in the year of 2015. They didnâ€™t have all these amazing inventions and books by me!â€
However, there are some downsides in the year 2115. One is that children must be over the age of 8 before you can ride in a carnival ride by yourself, no matter how tall you are. In my opinion, thatâ€™s unfair to those really tall children who are like, 7. Also, you canâ€™t be a teacher unless you are over the age of 32 these days. What a RIP-OFF! I know lots of young teachers who are even better teachers than people over the age of 32!
The good thing is, my brother was so famous, when he ran for president, he won! He made taxes, clothes, and other things (including his inventions) cheaper! He was such a great president, he was president for a second term! During that time, he invented pencils that didnâ€™t need to be sharpened forever!
In conclusion, thatâ€™s what the year of 2115 is like. In another hundred years, Iâ€™ll tell you about the life of 2215! I wonder what it will be like, donâ€™t you?
By: Sage Wang
Now, listen up. I donâ€™t care how old you are, whether youâ€™re 1 or18 or whatever. Youâ€™ve got to help me stop Calvin from destroying the world. Heâ€™s crazy if you ask me, because he doesnâ€™t even know how to make a gun. Yeah, Iâ€™m still not sure how heâ€™s going to destroy the world.
Calvin is â€œsecretlyâ€ trying to build a rocket to destroy the world. He still hasnâ€™t noticed that Iâ€™m watching him right now, so the rocket isnâ€™t really very â€œsecretâ€. Also, I forgot to mention that the rocket is made of paper. By the way, my name is Jacob, and Iâ€™m 15. The thing is, Calvin has finally figured out how to make his rocket really work somehow. 5â€¦.. 4â€¦.. 3â€¦.. 2â€¦.. 1â€¦â€¦ KKAAABLOOOOSH!
Trees go flying everywhere, and my house is upside down. The explosion is so big, the sign that names our town brakes in half. So it now reads, â€œRockyv-â€œ and the other half reads, â€œilleâ€ when it is supposed to read, â€œRockyvilleâ€. Also, all of our bushes get trampled in the wind, and wild animals are blown into the air. It was so crazy, I started to think that Calvin was going to destroy the world for real. So I decided to make some plans. Okay, plan A: Yell in Calvinâ€™s face, â€œSTOP THIS YOU JERK OR Iâ€™LL SHOOT YOU WITH MY GUN!â€ when I have no gun. (Iâ€™m hoping heâ€™ll think I have one.) Hereâ€™s plan B: Call the police to throw him in jail. (Pray that he doesnâ€™t escape by blowing the jail up.) And finally, plan C: Ignore Calvin. (Iâ€™m really not sure if that will help, but you never know!)
BRRRIING! Sorry, my mom is calling me. â€œYes, Mom? WHAT? Youâ€™re on MARS-NO WAY! Wait a moment-CALVIN IS PLANNING TO DESTROY THE ENTIRE SOLAR SYSTEM?!?!!? All right, bye Mom!â€ Oh boy. My mom just asked me to save the entire solar system. Wonderful, considering heâ€™s not creating the invention the atom bomb. I figure that thereâ€™s only one way to stop him, a cage that is made of some really strong metal that canâ€™t be blown up. But turns out, there isnâ€™t really a metal thatâ€™s strong enough to last a rocketâ€™s explosion. So I go with another option, to invent that metal myself. Turns out, I have no idea at all how to invent a metal. So I come up with another plan, to make a sticky trap so Calvin canâ€™t move-or launch one of his rockets to get out of the trap. When I think â€œstickyâ€, my mind thinks of one thing-â€œbubblegumâ€! So I decide to get some bubblegum and trap him in it! This will definitely work!
Okay, we have a problem. First of all, I didnâ€™t have much bubblegum, so Calvin easily escaped. Secondly, Calvin launched another one of his rockets and now the sign that names our street is now broken into thirds. So now the sign reads, â€œRocâ€, the middle part reads â€œkyâ€ and the last part reads â€œvilleâ€. Iâ€™m starting to think that Iâ€™ll never catch Calvin. But hopefully, one day Iâ€™ll get that kid! You never know when someone will invent a â€œCalvin-proof-cageâ€! Maybe Calvin will give up trying to destroy the world. You never know!
By: Rich Wang
I grinned. It was another day to play. I grabbed out my tazer(or laser) and ran out the door. My friends were already at the place that weâ€™d built for playing tazer tag. I grinned. Tazer tag was very fun. We shot each other with our tazers. Unfortunately, I wasnâ€™t very good at it. In the last 20 games, Iâ€™d died 999 times. Of course, once you died, you didnâ€™t go to heaven. You regenerated automatically. The only way you could die was when you reached 150 years old.
We organized the usual teams. Me, Bobby, and Pat vs. Jenny, Tom, and Bill. The game started. I easily sniped off Jenny (she was even worse than me), but then Tom 360 noscoped me. I growled. It was 5 â€“ 10, since 360 noscoping got 10 points, while headshots/sniping got 5. Regular kills were worth 3 points.
Half an hour past, and the score was 367 â€“ 401. As usual, they were winning. I didnâ€™t want to do this, but I had to, to keep up. I grabbed my rainbow gun, which I had bought from the store for $9,999.99 a fortune. I clicked nuke, and shot into the air. A rainbow flew into the air, and the nuke released rainbows everywhere, destroying the entire other team. Rainbow nuking was 12 points per person, so then the score was 403-401. Unfortunately, my gun was now jammed after using such a strong attack. I switched to my ice zapper and continued the game.
There were 15 seconds left, and the score was 402-402. Then, I saw Jenny use a zapper. She destroyed Bobby and Pat with it. Every Person you zapped was 8 points. It was 402-416. 5 seconds left. Bobby 360 noscoped Bill. 412 â€“ 416. There were now 2 seconds left. I grabbed my sniper. Just one more headshot and weâ€™d win! I launched the last bullet I had. As swift as light, as strong as a gorilla, it flew. It hit Jenny. Then, I realized it wasnâ€™t a headshot! I groaned. The timer buzzed, signaling the end of the game. The other team had won, 415-416. We shook hands.
â€œPlay again tomorrow?â€ I asked them.
â€œSure,â€ Bill said. I grinned. They had no Idea what I was going to do. I had been saving up lots of money. I went to the store and bought a force field. Tomorrow, they would get a nasty surprise!
By: Sage Wang
â€œAndy, are you sure you did your homework?â€ Mr. Perkins eyed me suspiciously, clearly knowing that I didnâ€™t. I flail around for a good excuse.
â€œY-yes! I did, I did!â€ I try to reply calmly, but it came out all jumpy like I was nervous. Clearly the teacher could tell that I had not completed the assignment. Stumbling to my desk, I sit down and start to read one of my favorite novels: â€œPercy Jacksonâ€. The teacher was scowling at me again when I realized I was supposed to be working on my algebra worksheet. So I put my bookmark back in my book and began to write. Soon after I had finished the worksheet, it was time to rotate to our next class. Walking down the middle school hallways, I found my friend Jackie packing up for our last class for the day, English.
Once I was in the classroom, the teacher told us to write a quick two-paragraph essay about something they wished had never happened. Instantly, I had an idea. Jotting down writing as fast as I could, my essay was finished in fifteen minutes. This is how it looked:
A thing that made me miserable was that today in math class, Mr. Perkins yelled at me for not finishing my homework this week. I regretted it and promised to never forget again. When I made that promise, I felt like I could never keep it because I was always to busy doing other things, like folding paper and writing essays for English class.
When Mr. Perkins made that face that meant that I was in big trouble, I promised to change and actually start being a good student, a responsible student. Now I regret being so disrespectful and not finishing assignments that need to be done. I promised to always do my best, forever, and try to be a great student here at River Creek Middle School.
When the English teacher read my essay, she nodded and mumbled to herself something I couldnâ€™t hear. When she had read all of our essays, she walked up to the front of the classroom and announced, â€œI see all of you have made improvement in your writing lately. I see that some of you have learned a lesson,â€ she said, looking directly at me, â€œ-and some of you have just wished something wouldnâ€™t ever happen to you again.â€ This time, she turned to Jackie. I glanced at him and noticed him smiling sheepishly. BRIIING! The bell rang. â€œWell,â€ the teacher sighed, â€œYou may go home now.â€ I flung my backpack on my shoulder and left the school building.
The next week, I made sure to be respectful and responsible. Every day I made sure to finish my homework and do what I needed to do. Mr. Perkins was very proud of me for keeping my promise. From then on, I became a great student at River Creek Middle School.
By: Rich Wang
Alrightee people, straight to the point. None one cares about wasabi peas no matter how bad/good they taste. Youâ€™re going to ask: â€œThen why the heck would you write a story about one?â€ Well, I like to write random stories about random stuff so, yeah.
Wasabi peas are either red or green (Probably green, but who cares??). Theyâ€™re spicy (I think) and taste horrible. (Iâ€™ve never eaten one). Iâ€™m tired, and I want to play video games instead of talking about weasel peas, but Iâ€™ll try to make this story long enough to amuse you.
Weasel peas have weasels in them (DUH!), and are very hard to catch since weasels are hard to catch. ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ). I think that weasel peas should be banned from stores since theyâ€™ll probably start running all over the place since theyâ€™re so slippery and run so fast. Wait, we were talking about wagon peas right??? Oops.
Anyways, wagon peas are very big. Theyâ€™re in sale at stores for $99.99 a piece. Unfortunately, theyâ€™re pretty tough and very hard to chew so youâ€™ll probably chip a tooth. After all, theyâ€™re a lot like wagons. Theyâ€™re pretty much just a huge wagon-sized pea. So, donâ€™t buy one. Theyâ€™re SUCH a rip off ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ).
So yeah, thatâ€™s pretty much it about dragon peas. Oh, yeah, they breathe fire and stuff. They fly, so theyâ€™ll be pretty hard to catch so you can eat them. I hope you enjoy the story on dragon peas. Wait, why does the title say: â€œWasabi Peasâ€? ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ). ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ). ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ). ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ). ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ). ( Í¡Â° ÍœÊ– Í¡Â° ).
By: Sage Wang
The sound was heard again. â€œWhat is that noise?â€ I thought. Whatever it was, I was going to find out. Drawing my sword, I turned to Rachel and asked, â€œAnything?â€ She replied,
â€œThe lookouts see nothing right now, Buck Face.â€ I ignored her insult and kept searching for anything, when my eyes caught sight of something in the mist; but it was fading away, extremely quickly.
â€œSend the defenses!â€ I yelled. She nodded obediently, and let loose our air defenses. Beeeeppâ€¦Beeeeppâ€¦.
â€œOur emergency call, Jason!â€ Rachel yelled. â€œThey must have spotted that thing!â€ Running at her side, I saw a jet speeding along, with someone in it. â€œGet the explosives ready!â€ she yelled to me. Running back to our base, I set the dynamite ready to blow. Rachel was screaming in the distance.
â€œOh no.â€ I thought. â€œThat evil ship must have captured her!â€ The ship flew by again- with Rachel in it! I screamed again-in terror. Big mistake. While I was yelling, the ship lowered itself and threw me into the ship too.
â€œJason, you idiot,â€ Rachel was complaining, â€œWhy did you scream when you should have set the explosives?â€
â€œI did.â€ I reminded her. â€œBut now itâ€™s up to our forces to shoot this stupid thing down.â€
â€œSHUT UP!â€ the evil man was yelling. â€œSHUT UP!â€ We looked back at our base. Our forces were doomed without us, their commanders. All we could do was hope our forces knew what to do.
Our army looked worried. They looked at one another, frowning, some even bursting into tears. â€œWeâ€™re definitely doomed!â€ I thought. Our archers helplessly aimed arrows at the evil personâ€™s aircraft, but they bounced off his front window.
And then, out of nowhere, an explosion from a missile hit the aircraft and we were free. The stranger with the missile launcher had faded away somewhere. No one spoke, not even the evil man with his aircraft broken. The land was in absolute silence.
Until an arrow broke that silence. It sliced through the air, and hit the evil man. For a second the man looked no different, but suddenly he teleported away.
â€œI suppose we havenâ€™t defeated the man yet.â€ I remarked, wondering exactly what had happened, the memories still foggy in my brain. â€œHe seemed to teleport back to his base.â€ Rachel nodded with agreement.
â€œThe battle is not over yet,â€ she stated with a loud voice, strong with leadership. â€œWe must fight.â€
By: Sage Wang
The light flashed again. â€œRachel!â€ I screamed. â€œItâ€™s on my side now!â€ She ran over and muttered under her breath,
â€œJason, thatâ€™s not a good sign.â€ I looked at her confused.
â€œWhat do you mean?â€
â€œLook at your skin!â€ she replied sharply, shivering all over. I leered down and saw my skin getting paler every second. â€œItâ€™s that creature. Itâ€™s consuming your energy. We need to find help before you pass out.â€ I felt the power against me, draining my energy bit by bit. She was right. We needed help.
Sprinting through the jagged path, we hid behind a tree while Rachel mumbled a few words. Almost instantly, I received my energy back.
â€œThe spell wonâ€™t last long.â€ Rachel mumbled through gritted teeth. â€œWeâ€™ve got to run.â€ We drew our spears and found the creature sitting behind a bush.
â€œLook.â€ I told Rachel. â€œEither we find a way to kill this creature-â€œ
â€œNo,â€ she interrupted. â€œWe will kill this creature.â€ Stabbing my spear from behind, I managed to get a surprise attack on the creature. The thing picked me up and I screamed,
â€œRachel, NOW!â€ She let loose the sparkling gem, the secret power that we had kept for years, waiting for the time to use it. And that time was now. It shot into the sky and beams of light flashed down, causing the creature to loosen his grip on me. I saw my chance. Gripping the gem tightly, I threw it directly on the creatureâ€™s chest and it crumpled into dust, gone.
We were safe.
By: Sage Wang
Magicboy walked into a mysterious cave. A T-Rex walked past him. â€œHow are you alive?â€ Magicboy asked the T-Rex. â€œI thought dinosaurs were extinct!â€
â€œI AM NOT EXTINCT!!!â€ a high squeaky pitched voice yelled out from the T-Rex. Magicboy slowly tore off the dinosaurâ€™s head. It had just been a costume. A witch hopped out from the dinosaur costume and yelled in that same high squeaky pitched voice, â€œCan I marry you??â€ Falling in love with he witch, Magicboy answered,
â€œOf course, my dear!â€ Then they invited twenty octopuses to their wedding. They were enjoying the cake until Batman ran over.
â€œI AM BATMAN! I CONTROL THE BATS!! MARRY ME MAGICBOY OR YOU SHALL DIE!!â€ he screamed ferociously.
â€œB-But boys, I- I mean men c-canâ€™t marry men!â€ Magicboy stuttered.
â€œNONSENSE!â€ Batman cried. â€œYOU WILL MARRY ME!â€ he yelled so loudly that the cave walls began to shake.
"But I married him already!â€ said the oldest of the twenty octopuses.
â€œI NEVER MARRIED YOU!â€ Magicboy yelled at the sea creature.
â€œI married you!â€ said another octopus.
â€œNo I didâ€¦NO I didâ€¦NO I DIDâ€¦â€ everyone began screaming to Magicboy.
â€œQuiet!â€ Magicboy shouted. â€œIâ€™M MARRYINGâ€¦.â€ Everyone crossed their fingers, hoping to be picked. â€œNONE OF YOU!!â€ Magicboy finished.
â€œBut Iâ€™m he prettiest...â€ the witch complained.
â€œSHUT UP... Iâ€™M THE PRETTIEST!â€ Batman roared.
â€œBOYS ARE PRETTY???â€ everyone except Batman chuckled.
â€œIâ€™m leaving.â€ Magicboy said to the crowd, walking away shaking his head. All the octopuses than charged at Magicboy.
â€œI have to marry you!â€ they all cried. â€œOr else I will die!!â€ After Magicboy repeated the word no at them, they all fainted. â€œWhy is everyone so obsessed with marrying me?â€ thought Magicboy, confused. â€œMaybe becauseâ€¦â€ Just then, Magicboy noticed a sign on him that read: MARRY ME. He pulled at the sign, attempting to break off the idiotic note. It wouldnâ€™t budge. Magicboy realized it was stuck with superglue, so he called 911.
â€œFire department!â€ he cried. â€œHelp me get this stupid sign off my chest! It says: MARRY ME. HELP!â€
â€œCan I marry you than, Magicboy?â€ the firefighterâ€™s voice asked through the telephone.
â€œOh SHUT UP!â€ Magicboy groaned. â€œWhy canâ€™t you?â€
â€œOkay, Iâ€™ll shut up, and not help you! LOL, NOOB!â€ And he hung up. Magicboy sighed as he put away his phone. He walked into the same cave that he had been in earlier. The witch and Batman had been waiting for him earlier.
â€œFinally, Magicboy, we can marry at last!â€ the witch told Magicboy.
â€œWhat are you talking aboutâ€¦. Iâ€™M MARRYING HIM!!â€ Batman yelled.
â€œNO I AMâ€¦NO I AMâ€¦. NO I AMâ€¦.â€ they argued, punching, kicking, and growling at each other.
â€œHere we go again.â€ Magicboy thought.