The Application

            I am the Great One. I am the one who wrote Romeo and Juliet. I am the next generation. On weekends I travel the world to stop world hunger. When I was little I was asked to play in the NHL. I have created the cure for cancer. When I was 5 I gave my parents a 7 o’clock curfew. Chuck Norris hails me. I am the Supreme Being. The world did not create me, I created it.

 

My mom is my personal chauffer. When I buy things I make money. I can do a wheelie on a unicycle. When someone says the word awesome they’re really saying my name.  Albert Einstein stole my ideas. Mr. Van Camp didn’t teach me how to read, I taught him how to read.  I beat the Americans to the Moon. The Americans didn’t drop a nuclear bomb, they dropped me.

 

            I created the Hunger Games.  I taught Isaac Newton. I played the first game of Baseball. I created the iPhone, not Steve Jobs.

Homework Blues

 

 As I shuffled into the classroom, I knew that Mr. Van Camp would never believe me. I looked at my scuffed shoes and mumbled, “My homework is not done, Sir. I do have a good excuse though."

 

       “This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," Mr. Van Camp suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."

 

       "Please, you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned. It looked as if he was going to fall for my story.

 

      "Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good."

 

                “If you call home, my parents will make me get a dog but I hate dogs and they won’t let me get my dream pet, ‘the naked mole rat’.”

 

                “Fine”, Mr. Van Camp exclaimed.

 

                “Thank you so very much!” I said, as I walked to my desk and sat down as class started.

 

               

 

 

               

The Wrinkly One

The lady I am talking about has many wrinkles on her face and with that there are many adventures. She works on an old farm and every day at the same time around noon, she has a cigarette which is pushed between her old brittle fingers. Back in her youth everyone had told her that cigarettes were bad but after her terrible accident she needed it to calm her nerves.  Genevieve in her younger days had her own house and it caught fire, she lost everything including her money. That’s why she works on a farm now and has been ever since that tragic day. That day Genevieve was like a baby without it’s mother, she would cry all the time because of the accident. To this day she still remembers the flames coming at her like a fiery dragon. She has lived a tough life but now sits happily with a cigarette between her fingers.     

The Attack

In the short story “Bluffing” by Gail Helgason, a couple went for a hike to a lake to have an unknowing surprise. Liam ended up in the hospital after an unexpected furry friend decided to run after him and attack him. When Liam’s girlfriend Gabriella came into the hospital room, he said “You know I wasn’t trying to run away up there,” but that “I meant for the bear to come after me instead of you.” Gabriella wanted Liam to stay home this winter so he could help pay the bills and so they could spend time together and she took it as a great sign when he “pulled out a small bottle of Remy Martin, French bread, a wedge of Camembert, and chocolate-covered almonds.” She wondered why, Liam said “to celebrate,” but the news she soon heard “hit Gabriella like small, sharp rocks.” Liam said “Clive and I worked things out… If we pool our resources, live in his old van, we’ve got just enough to get by for three months over the winter. So were gonna head down south.” In the end Liam was lying to Gabriella all the time when it would have just been easier to tell the truth. He is a good man that is filled with adventure.