Put them in the comments section, here. Don't forget to identify yourself, and use your sentence stretchers to achieve proper punctuation.
Edit: I'm adding my in-class example stories below, plus one extra story that I finished yesterday.
Animal Outlaw
In the park one fall evening, the sky a pinkish hue, my dog, a stocky chocolate lab, absorbed in the ecstasy that can only result from chasing a tennis ball, ran full-steam into a middle-aged lady, knocking her down, the folding chairs that she was carrying sent flying, flopping, opening and closing down the grassy hill, and as she lay in a heap on the ground, gripping her ankle in anguish, she cursed the brown beast—at this point sitting patiently beside me, thumping his tail contentedly in the grass as little children coming from soccer practice patted his head and said, “You have a nice dog, Mister”—and she vowed, teary-eyed and hysterical, to report him to the authorities as a danger to the community, which, days later, led an animal control officer to my home to take mug shots . . . of my dog . . . cementing his status as one of Portland’s most wanted canine outlaws.
Retirement
It was difficult to do, but he did it, placing his tights, his cape, his antigravity boots, and the Red Ring of Rotzam—the one that broke him out of Dr. Diablo’s Doomsday Machine and defeated his arch-nemesis, Killjoy Roy, during the battle of Mt. Evermore—into the incinerator, set to OBLITERATE, with the full intention of ending this chapter of his life and settling into his alter-ego, Ken Dickerson: Mild-mannered insurance salesman, full-time, to relax in his newly mortgaged Palm Springs condo, but his as his finger reached, trembling, for the red button on the incinerator, he heard something beeping, faintly, from the mess of crumpled tights and cape inside; It was his utility belt, the two-way, sub-sonic communicator, his direct connection to city hall and the mayor, and he knew now that he must accept his fate, for supervillians don’t stop for retirement, so he mustn’t either.
He built the house out of Lincoln Logs, carefully, one log at a time, making sure the structure had proper support, enough windows, and a door high enough for the Imperial Storm Troopers and GI Joe action figures that would inhabit the dwelling; the car would be made of Legos, and he made tracks in the carpeting where the vehicle would drive on imaginary roads in the imaginary world that he created every day in the small toy closet, unaware that there would be a day when there simply wasn’t room for imagination, where first dates and first kisses and first jobs (reality) would be his priorities while the Transformers and the Legos and the Hot Wheels would collect dust, but this did not matter now because the task ahead of him was difficult and wonderful, even though he would tear it all down at the end of the day and begin again.
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As I walk, walk through the sand, I feel the water run through my toes; and I don't recognize the feeling at first, for it has been a while since I have walked on the beach- "I think I will go search for seashells" I thought, and when I did finally find some sand dollars, I put them in my pack, and walked back towards the beach house.
I have NO IDEA where to put this, but you said at conferences to put it in a comments section. I hope this works :) Hope all is wel, ad you have an awesome break.
Chelsea Michel
3-24-09
p.7
I will post a short one sentence as well!
As I through Moscow, I feel cold, alone, hungry, sad ,and very confused, I start to think, "will this sadness ever disapate, or will it continue...," I walked and it started to rain, "hmmm... rain, such a sad feeling this gives me," I then continue to walk and i see a train leading to a better world, I suddenly speed up for i see the only thing in this world that can take away this sadness, my old freind- but i notice something as I aproach her, shes sad as well- i know what will make her happy though; I continue on and I pull out a picture of the old days and she then gives me a huge hug, turns out she missed me after all those years, who would have guessed?
I just came up with that as i typed:)
Carlos Mendoza
3/24/09
P.6
English,Walker
p.s. my b' day was yesterday and i got a whole bunch of itunes gift cards (3, but thats a lot to me! hehe.) Oh, on confrences i had just woken up and i was very tired and sleepy, thats why i was sleepy like :)
have a great spring break!
Bob the ugly flower sat in a field, looking sad, and feeling worse -- not at all a happy, smiling flower, like you see in cartoons, but a droopy, ugly one -- and all around him the pretty flowers laughed at his extreme ugliness, saying "Ha ha, Bob the ugly flower, you are not pretty like us, you are ugly," all day and all night... until they were all picked by schoolchildren, who wouldn't pick the ugly flower, only deciding to kill the pretty flowers to put in their vases or to give to their mothers or sweethearts; then the flower was happy, as there was no-one to laugh at him and his ugliness, happy all by his lonesome... that is, until he got eaten by a very large cow, who happened to be walking that way.
Morgan Shirley
Period 6
I stood outside the building where hitler stood, waiting for an escape somehow to unfold in his favor, i stood there waiting for the U.S. troops to barge in and take him down(my crazy general had fooled us all with his lies), I looked up to see my fearless leader standing there in the window, with his PKM pistol pointed directly at his head; he pulled the trigger and ended all the misery he had brought to the world.
Joshua Keim
p.6
3-30-09
I was walking down the street , when a guy-that I owe money to-stared to chase me to ask me were his money was, I said what money, he said the one you owe me, i said look over there, he looked and then i ran, i turned the corner and he turned it to, i got so tired after two or three miles so i stoped and I said finaly you cout up with me and heres your maoney,count it because if its not rigth you'll have to stike with what you got because i'm out of here and i ran home and never agian did he chase me over money.
Armando Aguilar
Per.5
"Uh oh," thought the little boy, an unmistakable feeling of dread flowing all through his body, the guilt he felt as he looked up at the ceiling of his room where his glow-in-the-dark space stickers stared directly down at him like eyes, reminding him of his parent's great disapproval of his chronic bed wetting; Not that he didn't try to stop it, oh no, he had tried many times, even attempting to stay up as long as he could so he would be sure he could get to the bathroom in time, and of course, like every other attempt, he'd wake up to find soggy pants and his parents with their arms crossed, shaking their heads.
Georgina Brooks
March 30, 09
p. 6
I make me way to the beach house, ready to meet up with the Cat in the Hat- for there was no doubt about that- I walked in completely dumbfounded, for the cat had been playing the tuba, or so it sounded- with a pitter patter here, and a ploop plop ploop somewhere, The Cat was no where in sight -boy was that right- I jump and I twirled, searching high and low, for that pest, at hide and go seek, I knew he was the best "oh little person from down below, look up here if you want to know", I gaze up-and for whatever reason- there was the cat - no bluff- For he floated on down, without making a single chrunch, with his fist swiftly, my face at wich ended with a punch.
Chris Hernandez
3-30-09
p.6
I love reading these stories, so keep them coming. However, don't forget to check your spelling, punctuation, and capitalization closely before you post. One thing you could try is to edit the story in Word or similar word processor, and copy/paste the text into the comments section.
One more thing: A dash, at least the one that we've been using is actually two small hyphens--like that. It's called an em dash. The single dash that everyone's been using is too small. Happy writing!
As the little, dark blue fish swam through the dark, scary, never ending water he started to think he would never find his mom, but then a small, uknown figure appeared out of an underwater plant, and it called to the little, dark blue fish, and the little, dark blue fish saw that the figure in the water was his mom.
Adrianna Davis
Period 5
On the night of the 5th of august Russell Smith came all the way from chicago to see the world famous multnohah falls on a night that was dark and misty, you couldnt even see and hand in front of your face, when all the sudden a loud aahhhh came out of the sky and Russell died falling of the huge fall.
Jordan Harmier
period 5
As I stand with my parents awaiting my departure to Mexico, my mind drifts off to the hot and humid landscape:I will be building two houses, stucco houses, and slaving away under the force of adults in 100 degree weather...in pants...sweating profusely nonstop until the work is done, with no shade, and warm water to drink, and no showers for a week - and yet I can't stop thinking about how fun it will be.
Zach Speer
3-31-09
P.7
and as he said this, making it nearly a whisper, stating,"why me", beginning to feel the adrenaline to kick in and starting to hyperventilate, his heart races, faster then ever before, his already cold body starts to bleed way to close to his heart; maybe i'll see my human mother-his breathing stutters then slows considerably- he grins and lets his body float in nothingness having...flashbacks-"so it is true when you die to have flashbacks"-said in such curious manner, but then he remembers what had happened to him-"what about her"you think so clearly now, "if only you could just wake to save her from these evil people, after her,my family, everything i know and love"-you start talking out loud ,as your attacker turns and jumps out of his skin, you grin out of madness and the thought of them harming your loved ones...they try to shoot you, again but this time your more prepared, you fight with him and destroy him before he could do anymore damage.
sorry this sucks and its way too long!
Malia Montgomery
3-31-09
p.7
The pig head on the stick stared at me, "I am the lords of the flies" it said, looking at me, staring with the eyes only a pig would have, it spoke again, but I was unable to hear it this time, for I was observing it, seeing through its tricks--pigs can't talk, everyone knows that-- and then I realized what it was, this was a pig head on a stick, but it wasn't the lords of the flies. . . It was Mr.W's blog picture thing!
=^)
Chris Tran
Per Savage (I mean seven)
The first of April, 2009
As I walk through the field of flowers, the smell of rain lingers through the air; the endless field of flowers soon turns into an everlasting view of summer taking place; I feel the sweat on my brow running down my tired face, as I continue the trek through the field of colors; the buzzing of the bees and the birds’ endless songs release the beauty all around me; the butterflies, cats, and ants all come out to play, summer is finally here!
Courtney Caldwell
4-05-09
Per.5
Parents
Sometimes parents can over rate things so badly at times like seriously, us kids feel like that we aren't trusted and our parents think that we are doing stupid stuff like, bad, ilegal stuff instead of what we really said we were going to do but,(yes a but) we just might be doing semi-crazy things anyway ,but what I'm getting at is that we kids-teens really- feel so misunderstood by our parents and we hate it so much to the point where we just do something bad forinstance we get in a lot of trouble ang get punished just because we want our parents to notice us and to listen to us so they really know whats going on and why we do the stupid stuff that we sometimes do......or don't do because we really do listen to our parents and we do exactly everything they want, but they don't see it, they don't listen to us,and it seems that they don't care at all and thats why we do the stupid stuff we do.... because of our parents and its sometimes a good influence too yet we always do something depending on there actions and how they deal with certain situations-- wich they could deal with things in a very odd way--or something likewise and, well, us kids here, (teens) are so so so fruserated at times because it seems as if noone knows us except a close friend or two wich is a very nice thing to have, a close friend to cry with, laugh with, talk about anything with, just someone there to understand us and to push with us through those frustrating times when it seems that our parents don't know us.
Hi!! Yah so I kind of went on a rant there, but it is true. Really. I'm sure people agree with me here on how we all sometimes feel so misunderstood. Right? Yah I would think so. Well anyway, I hope you liked my story!! Bye!
--Rachel Greco
4-5-09
p.6B
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