Little Brother...

Little Brother

Marcus and his friends are skipping school and going to a gaming event that they have been waiting on for weeks.  When there is a freakish explosion and a loud speaker screaming, “get to shelter”. Marcus and his friends join the crowds of people running for the Bart tunnel. They realize that they’ll never make it through the crowds and decide to head back up to the surface. Suddenly their friend Darryl falls down with blood welling from his side, it looks like he’s been stabbed.  Then an army like vehicle pulls up, puts bags over there heads and roughly throws them in the truck. Marcus has no idea who has captured him and they’re asking a lot of questions. Finally he realizes that there U.S army or something like that. They ask him to unlock his phone for them and decrypt the files. He refuses, so they leave him in a cell for two days. Finally he agrees to unlock his phone,  slowly as he reveals more info he is given more freedom. And then is finally released. After his time on prison Marcus is determined  to get back at the government and regain his sense of freedom

Marcus is one of those guys who likes his space. He dislikes authority figure and is always looking for a way around things. Yes he hacks and mods things illegally but that does not make him a bad guy. He just wants to be able to do something without the entire world knowing about it.  Passwords are your privacy. There something you just don’t tell anyone unless you absolutely trust them.  By giving up his password Marcus was giving up his privacy.  It also gives the person you gave it to power over you.   

As long as Grass grows and Water runs

As long as Grass grows and Water runs

Americans are greedy; it’s a fact of life. We kept pushing farther and farther west taking lands owned by the Indians for thousand’s of years. We justified these actions by saying that these Indians who, by the way, saved the settlers at James town from starvation and plague, where savages, and by telling ourselves that there was plenty of land to go around. Andrew Jackson was one of the strongest supporters of Indian removal and extermination. During his days as a general he attacked a fort manned by a thousand Creek warriors and their families. There where no survivors. During this time the U.S Government made many treaties and promises to protect the Indians only to stab them in the back to our convenience. The U.S managed to break most of the treaties and push the natives farther and farther west. When Jefferson was president there was talk of setting aside tracks of land for the Indians but sadly that never happened. When there was gold found on Indian lands in Georgia the U.S pushed the natives out of there and prohibited them mining the gold. If any Indians refused to move west they where forced to abide by the laws of the state witch meant paying taxes, but not allowing them to vote. For me all of this represents the human race quite well. This just proves that we will do anything “regardless of what harm will come to others” to get what we want. Making promise after promise and breaking them all because they wanted to profit from it was greedy and unfair. This, sadly, shows how vile and evil Americans and even the human race is capable of being if they want something bad enough.                

Poe's Tell Tale Heart

Poe’s Tell Tale Heart

By, Tristan Martin

Of the three short stories, The Cask of Amontillado, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and The Tell Tale Heart, I found The Tell Tale Heart, by far, the most interesting, exciting, and horrifying of them all.

In the Tell Take Heart, I found it fascinating how the narrator never named himself. This approach of never naming the narrator adds a whole new aspect of insane horror to the story. Since Poe never names him, nor describes him, it just lets your imagination run wild with crazy ideas about, who he is and what he looks like. The times he would reach his head through the door, shaking with apprehension, so he could  glare down upon the vulture-eyed man, the object of his obsession, was just plain creepy.  And, he would mutter to himself about his prowess and about how stealthily he would look through that door.  Just reading this part of the story grabbed me. It was so twisted I just had to keep reading.

The narrator says that others call him mad, but he protests that a mad man could never have done what he did.

“You fancy me mad, mad men know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.”

The narrator is insisting so emphatically over and over that he is sane that I instead was assured that he is very deranged.

Of course in the end, he kills the vulture-eyed man. I saw that one coming, but I didn’t think he would take such grotesque measures. With the utmost care, he slowly cut up the old mans body making sure all of the blood dripped into a bucket so as not to stain the floor. With a tender respect, he pulled up the floorboards and placed the pieces of the man under the floor. Then he carefully replaced the floorboards so as not to leave a trace and began methodically preparing tea that he laid out on a table directly over the spot where he pulled up the floorboards. Then he sat waiting. When I finished this story, I double-checked to make sure I was reading a recognized piece of literature and not some outlandish horror novel.

The Cask of Amontillado was also horrifying, but it lacked the graphic depth of The Tell Tale Heart. As for The Legend of Sleepy Hollow I just found it dull and longer then it needed to be.  I wouldn’t even deem these other stories worthy of being placed in the same category as The Tell Tale Heart.  These other stories are good. They’re just not quite as intense or detailed. The Tell Tale Heart has so much more to offer with its vivid descriptions and amazing terror that adds so much to the story.

   

Science essay. little short thing rich made me do.

Paper on Thermonuclear Fusion

The sun produces energy through thermonuclear fusion.  The main process happens when an atom fuses with another atom of the same type, it then creates a heavier atom. For example we have an atom lets just say it’s a Hydrogen atom, it fuses with another Hydrogen atom to create a heavier atom like helium. The atoms come together because of magnetic attraction, which we still don’t now much about. This process of atoms fusing into heavier atoms continues until Iron is produced.  When two atoms fuse together they release a small amount of energy. Billions of atoms fusing is what makes radiation and light from our sun.   Once a star begin fusing things heavier than iron, instead of giving off energy, they start taking energy from the sun which eventually causes the sun to explode into a supernova.   A supernova is when the sun has lost too much energy in its core, and then it collapses in on its self. Creating a supernova explosion. It does not so much explode as just loses its center of gravity and then proceeds to fling its outer layers in to space .The majority of stars never make it to fusing iron; most burn out long before that. When a star burns out, it turns into what we call a white dwarf. White dwarfs are extremely hot, but are not fusing anything. They can still take millions of years to burn out.

By Tristan Martin

Paper on the Greenhouse Effect

 The greenhouse effect refers to how our atmosphere traps all of our harmful man made gasses mostly carbon dioxide, warming the planet.  Most people look at this as a bad thing, which it is. We don’t want the planet to warm/up, because if are planet warms too much our earth could become uninhabitable. But our atmosphere is just doing what its supposed to do. Without our atmosphere earth would be a freezing wasteland and it would be open to radiation bombardment from the sun.

Imagine the earth as a giant spherical greenhouse, and imagine the glass as our atmosphere.  Glass lets light and energy in, it also keeps harmful radiation out, but once that heat and energy are in, it has a much harder time getting out.  So that is what’s happening to earth. Imagine someone parked their car in the green house and left it running. That green house is going to slowly fill up with carbon dioxide and soon all of the plant and little insects in that greenhouse are going to die from lack of oxygen.  So, what can we do to fix this? Well we could make a big hole in the green house. That might work, but that would let harmful radiation in which can cause cancer and other harmful things. It would also make great changes to Earths climate. So the best way to stop all the life in the greenhouse from dying would be to ether turn off the car or buy an electric one.

By Tristan Martin

Updated Fantasy Story

Gilan's eyes grew dark. "We have a problem." he said gravely. "That key is to a vault that contains a power even I don't understand. If the queen had this one, she must be looking for the other objects." Justin carefully put the key on the table in front of Gilan, as if he had just realized how much the key represented. "So you need multiple keys to open the vault?" he inquired.
"Well, the key is the only known object." answered Gilan. "The others could be anything. No one knows how many there are, or where to find them."
One of the men from Justin's group stepped forward. "Where is this vault? If we look at the entrance, we should be able to find some clues about how to open it."
 Gilan nodded. "Excellent point, Connor. The problem is, no one knows."

Updated Fantasy Story

It was the middle of the night, at the darkest time of the moon and the perfect night for an ambush. Crouched in the shadows, you could just make out six dark clad figures.  They waited tensely. They could hear the clatter of horses hooves. The air was rich with anticipation. Around the bend they came, twenty knights on horseback in shining black armor, and in their midst, gleaming like the moon itself was the Queen.  She wore silver armor that shimmered in the moonlight, rode a white horse, and upon her head was a crown with a small black swan upon it. The Queen was strikingly beautiful in her shining armor. She rode with an air of authority that only someone of high birth could carry. 

The men hidden in the shadows readied their bows.  There was a hissing sound. Then suddenly the Queen’s horse reared and sent her flying to the ground. The horse fell dead with six arrows in its chest.  The Queen jumped up and in a wicked voice screamed, “After them, you fools!.”

The Knights, in disarray from the surprise attack, formed a ragged line and charged in the direction from where the arrows came. Again, a hissing sound and a line of charging knights fell from their horses. The knights reached the spot where they had seen the figures but there was no one there.  They looked around in confusion. Then suddenly, the dark clad figures leaped out of the trees scattering the knights. They wore blackened chainmail, carried long, black swords, and wore full-length green cloaks with large cowls that obscured there faces.  The knights, surprised by this sudden attack from an unknown enemy, fled off down the road. 

The figures ran over to where the Queen had fallen, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Darn we lost here,” said one of the figures, the tallest of the group.

“Its fine.  Look what she left behind,” said the one with a crest on his cloak. He held up a small silver key hanging on a gold chain. 

“Is that,” said the tall one.

“Yes it is,” said the other, cutting him off as he placed the key in a pouch on his belt.  ”Come on,” he said. “Lets get back and tell Gilan what we found.”

Gilan was not a big man, but he was strong from years of fighting in the wars. He sat at the counsel table in the rebel stronghold located in the Brutties fief. It was a large castle, one of the biggest in the country with a citadel, on top of a mountain, defended by seven great walls.  It was virtually invincible.  Gilan had been leading the rebel resistance for the past five years through many victories and very few defeats. Gilan was a genius and mastermind of battle strategy, and not a bad fighter ether.

“Where are they. “They should have been back by now”.  “Sir, I’m sure they’ll be back soon,” said his chief advisor Arold. 

Gilan waited impatiently. Just then a soldier came running in.

”Sir, Justin and his group have just returned.

“At last,” sighed Gilan “well, they certainly took there time.”

As Justin and his group walked in to the throne room, Gilan greeted them warmly like old comrades.

“So how did things go?” asked Gilan.

“Well unfortunately we didn’t get the Queen, but we did find this.” Justin held up a small silver key. 

Story Guidelines

Dear friends I posted a fantasy story that I started typing online. I thought it would be cool to have other people add on to it by posting on my blog.

Here are the guide lines id like us to follow.

1.  Keep it medieval. Magic is ok

2. The plot can go anywhere as long as you stay some with the original story.

3.  Fell free to add new characters.

4. Please have your friends contribute.

5.  Please start writing where the last person ended. I will be contributing also

Fantasy Story

Fantasy Story in  Progress

It was the middle of the night, at the darkest time of the moon and the perfect night for an ambush. Crouched in the shadows, you could just make out six dark clad figures.  They waited tensely. They could hear the clatter of horses hooves. The air was rich with anticipation. Around the bend they came, twenty knights on horseback in shining black armor, and in their midst, gleaming like the moon itself was the Queen.  She wore silver armor that shimmered in the moonlight, rode a white horse, and upon her head was a crown with a small black swan upon it. The Queen was strikingly beautiful in her shining armor. She rode with an air of authority that only someone of high birth could carry. 

The men hidden in the shadows readied their bows.  There was a hissing sound. Then suddenly the Queen’s horse reared and sent her flying to the ground. The horse fell dead with six arrows in its chest.  The Queen jumped up and in a wicked voice screamed, “After them, you fools!.”

The Knights, in disarray from the surprise attack, formed a ragged line and charged in the direction from where the arrows came. Again, a hissing sound and a line of charging knights fell from their horses. The knights reached the spot where they had seen the figures but there was no one there.  They looked around in confusion. Then suddenly, the dark clad figures leaped out of the trees scattering the knights. They wore blackened chainmail, carried long, black swords, and wore full-length green cloaks with large cowls that obscured there faces.  The knights, surprised by this sudden attack from an unknown enemy, fled off down the road. 

The figures ran over to where the Queen had fallen, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Darn we lost here,” said one of the figures, the tallest of the group.

“Its fine.  Look what she left behind,” said the one with a crest on his cloak. He held up a small silver key hanging on a gold chain. 

“Is that,” said the tall one.

“Yes it is,” said the other, cutting him off as he placed the key in a pouch on his belt.  ”Come on,” he said. “Lets get back and tell Gilan what we found.”

Gilan was not a big man, but he was strong from years of fighting in the wars. He sat at the counsel table in the rebel stronghold. The rebel stronghold was located in the Brutties fief. It was a large castle, one of the biggest in the country with a citadel defended my seven great walls with the citadel located on the top of a mountain, it was virtually invincible.