Speech

I look out into the audience and what do i see
hundreds of people staring at me
i take a deep breath before i speak
i feel like jumping into the creek
my stomach feels full of some king of goop
it's turning around in loopty loops
i start to shake a little bit
i just want to finish and sit
i take a deep breath once again
i said it all
few
thats the end

A colorful world

i wrote this a really long time ago
the grass is green
the sky is blue
there are colors in every place i knew

my schoes are white
my cat is grey
i see colors in every way

every where i turn
everything i see
has a color of its own
even me

puppies might be brown
horses might be too
i love colors don't you

roses are red
my room is pink
this is a very colorful world
don't you think

i wish

I wish I were a mermaid that glides around the sea
I wish I was a fairy that flies around with glee
I wish I had power that no one would believe
I wish that I had eternal wealth with which I would give charity
I wish I did not have to fear things the way that I do
I wish I could concentrate and be more like you
I wish I was beautiful, as gorgeous as the sunj
I wish I was famous and as graceful as a swan
I wish I had a boy who was very fond of me
I wish that I wrote a book that everyone would read
I wish that I was popular, the one everyone followed
I wish that I would not gain too much weight from the food I swallowed
I wish I would stop wishing for things that I am not
I wish this last wish allot

You’re Not Here

I look out the window and sigh
Because you’re not there
I walk down the street and cry
Because you’re not there
I sit on the couch and frown
Because you’re not there

I remember the day I find out when you would no longer be here
Daddy sat me on the couch
His eyes looked sad
He looked at me and said you were gone
I remember I didn’t feel the pain
I was too young

Now I feel the pain
Now I cry
Now I sigh
But I feel it is too late
Forgive me
Forgive me from your death

The Loves of My Life

dedicated to my brother and sister
I wake up in the morning and see his face
His eyes are a light green
His hair is a shiny yellow
He is my love and my life

When he makes a joke his eyes sparkle
His eyes sparkle a lot
His yellow hair shines in the sun
He is my love and my life
He is my Brother

I wake up in the Morning and see her face
Her eyes are a light green
Her hair is like gold
Her skin is as smooth as a flower’s petal
She is the love of my life

When she smiles everything seems alright
Everything seems fine when I’m with her
Her Skin is like a tan in the summer
She is my love and my life
She is my sister

Do you see her?

She swims around
Her blue tail sparkles in the water
Her hair floats around the waves
You think you see her
But do you

Is that her graceful body floating around?
Swimming as if she were a ballerina in the water

Do you see her?
Do you see her lovely face?
It looks as if it was carved from the palest rock
Her lips looked as if they were as red as blood
Her eyes as green as seaweed
Her hair as black as the night sky

Do you see her?
Do you see the mermaid?

The after life

once again here is a jornal entry for my history jornal.
A few moments ago I died. Now I’m standing here in front of the gods seeing if I’m good enough for the afterlife. I’m glad I have all my limbs. If I didn’t then I would have to go to the afterlife without what ever limb I would be missing. Well if I get into the after life that is. I look around. I’m in a big room. Anubis comes and guides me to a scale. He takes my heart and weighs it. I see Osiris watching me, seeing if I pass. Behind him is his wife Isis I can see in her eyes that she is kind. That is, after all, what she is known for. She is a great role model. She helped her husband get into the afterlife and look at him now, The god of the afterlife. Next to Isis is her sister Nepthyd. Well technically she is Osiris’s sister too, since he and Isis are siblings. In the corner of my eye I see Toth taking notes. I wonder what he is writing. Was my heart too heavy? There are a lot of gods in the Pantheon of gods watching me. I wonder what they are thinking. If I don’t pass they will all see. That would be really embarrassing. Right by Anubis is Ammit. He looks really hungry. I hope I pass. I really don’t what to know what his mouth was like considering the rest of him was really creepy. He is a combination of a crocodile, hippo, and a lion. That is pretty creepy. I also see Horus. He‘s the god of the sky. I can’t believe they are all watching. I’m so nervous. What if I don’t pass? What happens to the people who are fed to Ammit? Do they just live in his stomach for eternity? The weighing is done. Anubis looks at me and brings me to Osiris. I passed! I am going to the afterlife! I wonder what it is like. No one really knows until they go. I bet it is wonderful. I leave the living world behind and enter the afterlife.

Phoenicians Cooking Show

i wrote this play for my history jornal. its a little wierd. enjoy
Characters
Announcer
Host
Murex snail
Trader

Announcer: Its time for your favorite cooking show filmed right by the Mediterranean Sea. The Phoenicians Cooking show

Host: (enters with a big exaggerated smile) Hello and welcome to The Phoenicians Cooking Show. Today we will be making purple dye. Here are the things you need to make this dye. A murex snail, something to crush the snail, something to mix the snail, well you get the picture. Okay let’s start. First take the murex snail and something to crush it. Also get a bowl to crush it in.

(Host takes hammer and is ready to crush the snail)

Murex snail: (said as the host is dramatically and slowly smashing the hammer) noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

(Suddenly screen goes blank and you here a faint beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep)

Announcer: sorry but this is too violent for children so for your convenience we skipped to the next step, and now back to our show

(Goes back to the show you see a dead snail in a bowl oozing purple blood)

Host: As you can see the Murex snail produces a magnificent purple, which is quite rare for a dye. This color is usually used for royalty. Anyway next we stir the snail till it gets extremely liquidy but before you do that you should probably take out the shell.

(Host starts stirring the snail)

Announcer: several moments later

(Host is standing there with a bowl of purple dye)

Host: well as you can see our snail has turned into a beautiful dye. This dye can be used for…

(Trader comes in and interrupts)

Trader: uhh hello, you promised me some dye. Do you have it yet?

Host: (to trader) oh yes here. (Gives him the bole full of dye.) Like I was saying before I was interrupted this dye can be used for trade. Because the color purple in a dye is so rare it is worth a lot. Well that’s all the time we have today see you next time on…..

Everyone Except Snail: The Phoenicians Cooking show

Host: bye, and happy trading

The Cycle of the Scribes

i wrote this for my jornal in history. hope you enjoy it
He studied for years. He learned the symbols. He practiced and practiced. He started off small. One symbol at a time. He learned a lot his first year studying, because he was good at memorization, but he knew he still had a lot to learn. He was born to a common family, but since he was so good at memorization his family knew he should become a scribe. He trained hard and finally after years of training he was ready. He knew practically all the three thousand symbols. He could now write poems and stories. He got a job keeping records for trade. He kept down how many crops or other useful things one had. In his spare time he wrote poems. He would carefully use his tools to make a wedge in the mud brick. After a while he grew older. A young boy who was very good at memorization came to him. He taught the boy one symbol at a time, he taught him how to put the wedge in his mud brick, and how to keep records. He taught him for a year. The boy knew many symbols but there was still a lot to learn. He trained the boy hard and finally after years of training the boy became a scribe the boy helped with the taxes. He kept records of what people owed and in his spare time he wrote prayers. But eventually he also became older and started teaching a young child. He taught the child one symbol at a time. The child learned a lot his first year, but he still had a lot to learn. Finally after years of training the child began to write records. He wrote what was happening in his town, when the floods came, and eventually he taught a boy.

The Journey in the Cell

i wrote this for bio class. it's not that great.
Once upon a time there was a little girl. One day she found a microscope. It was a very special microscope. This microscope let you shrink down so small that you could travel through a human cell. She decided to try it. When she shrunk she was sent to a little ship that was on top of the microscope. She got in and saw a cell under the slide. Because she was so small the cell looked huge. She traveled to the cell. She tried to get through the cell wall but it was too strong. “How do I get past this” she asked herself. She looked around the ship and saw a button that said push here to get through the wall. She pressed it and suddenly found herself inside the cell. It was amazing she saw little balls floating around. She wondered what they were. She looked around the ship again and found a book with the title the identifier. She found out that those were called Ribosome’s. She looked around more and saw something that looked like macaroni that made her a little hungry. The macaroni was leading to something that looked sort of like a maze. She checked her book and found out the macaroni was smooth endoplasmic reticulum and the maze was rough endoplasmic reticulum. She was getting hungry considering the macaroni looking smooth endoplasmic reticulum she decided to look at a couple more things. She followed the maze and saw a giant looking ball in the middle of the cell. She went towards it and saw that it was covered in holes. She looked in her book and found out it was part of the Nucleus. The holes were called nuclear pores, and the rest was called the nuclear envelope. She also found out if she went in she would see the nucleolus and chromatin. She was about to go in when all of the sudden she heard a faint “beep, beep, beep,” she looked around to see where it was coming from, but couldn’t find it. Suddenly she woke up. It was all a dream. She felt something hard under her head. She looked under her pillow and found her science book.

The Flower Cycle

It started as a seed
a tiny little seed

Then it grew a stem
a long green stem

Then there was a bud

a small tiny bud

Then the bud opened and it revealed a flower

a flower with a seed
a tiny little seed

photographed by Me in front of my school

More and stuff

OK so i have been working on some interesting designs on the computer. so tell me what you thin

Life’s two paths

It spins around in those tricky circles
It takes you to two paths
Which one will you choose?
One is good but leads to hurt feelings
One is bad but leads to fortune
How come the bad leads to good and the good lead to bad?
If that’s the case I would want to take the bad.

The good helps you see the truth in others
Which leads to the hurt feeling
The bad helps you find greed
Which leads to fortune
But the end of the path is different
The end of the good path should lead to eternal fortune
The end of the bad path should lead you to eternal pain
I’d rather take the good over the bad if that’s the case
Life does spin around in those tricky circles

The brown and green eyed fairies

By: leah Fleischhacker (idea from writing magic by: Gail Caron Levine)
I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth but the brown eye sees much more. it sees the good In everyone. It sees into ones soul. It can see you talents and your failier. With it I can tell who or what you Will be in the future. I can help you change that to. You see I am no ordinary girl. I'm a fairy. Everyone has one just some don’t see there is because they don’t want to. My “client”, if you will, is a young farm girl. She lives in a small cottage by the brook. I helped her find her true love, her true talents. I must not tell her anything about her future. My green eye can always tell when she is lying. She hardly ever lies. My brown eye told me she is artistic and that she will marry a handsome artist, but it also told me that he would break her heart from the first year after their marriage. I had to stray her away from this gentlemen and lead her to her true love. that’s not all. When she was six I had to stray her away from the kitchen because my brown eye saw that she would get hungry in the middle of the night and get some cheese, but the knife she used to cut it slipped out of her hands and cut into her foot leaving a bloody wound. That’s what us fairies must do. We appear to be just normal people and try to stray them away from things. our green eye sees the truth in you and the brown sees oh so much more.

The Diamond Necklace

By: Leah Fleischhacker (idea from writing magic by: Gail Carson Levine)
Everything was going normally until I found it. I guess your probably wondering what I'm talking about. well I found this necklace on the bus on the way to school and it had my name on it. it said Emerald Alexandra in very pretty letters. Anyway I asked the driver if he knew who it belonged to and he said no and there was no other Emerald Alexandras he knew. I looked at the necklace again and noticed that it said my last name on the back, Jewls. The necklace looked pretty valuable, it was all pearls and the place where it said my name it was a big diamond. So of course like any other girl it tried it on. Suddenly my body was glowing and i began to transform. My black hair grew green streaks, my pale skin suddenly had a tint of green in it. after the glowing stopped I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I looked and could not believe what I saw. My hair must have grown several inches, my light green eyes were now such a piercing green that it hurt to look at, and my skin looked a little green I mean it looked normal but something about it seemed green. I reached for the necklace to take it off but it would not come off. I tried with all my might. “its not going to come off princess.” said a voice. I spun around and saw no one except for a mouse on the floor. Right now I was too shocked to care. “who said that, and what are you talking about its just a necklace.” I answered. “down here.” Said the mouse. I screamed. “hey chill, I'm not really a mouse I'm just under a spell, and anyway that’s a very special necklace. It holds power beyond your imagination.” “ya OK this whole “power beyond your imagination” thing is a little cliché don’t you think, so please just explain it normally.” I said very confused. I mean here I was a 16 year old girl turning green, and I don’t mean with envy, growing hair, and talking to a mouse. “you are the crowned princess of the fairy world. I was sent to come get you but since I am full fairy they transformed me into a mouse. “wait princess, fairy, full fairy, whats this about?” I asked. The mouse spoke again, “first things first I did not get to properly introduce myself, the name’s Harry.” He said. “of course Harry like Harry Potter.” I said sarcastically. The mouse looked at me confused “no, Harry as in Harry Bodlander, that’s who the Author of the book named me after. I think it was her Great Grandfathers name or something……, anyway when you were 6 and your mother died your father left the fairies in grief. You see he was human but your mother was a fairy and not just any fairy but the Queen of all fairies. Anyway he took you with him and promised that you will never know about your true identity. He took your necklace, which can only be removed by ones parents, and through it away. Luckily it cant be destroyed so your mothers sister, who is our queen until you are old enough, held onto the necklace until the age when the necklace is never removed, which happens to be 16.” That’s when I had this strange flashback; I was 6, I looked like I did now, green skin, green hair streaks, and the most piercing green eyes. I was spread over my mother crying saying “mommy please wake up.” My father was at the door, his arms crossed, he looked so sad. He came over to me and said “Emerald darling, we need to remove your power, we are going to live with grandma and grandpa in the human world, where I am from. Then he took the necklace off my neck. The green in my face disappeared. So did the green tint in my skin. My eyes got lighter like a flashlight turned off. Then I fainted.
A few minutes later I woke up on the cold bathroom floor I saw the mouse and the necklace on my neck. It was then I knew my life would no longer be the same.

The Adolfian batzi

By: leah Fleischhacker (Idea from writing magic by: Gail Carson Levine)(based on the Holocaust)

There once was a bat, his name was Adolfian, he was the rudest meanest bat in the whole world. to make matters worse he hated birds. All the other bats however liked birds. Some were even married to birds and had bards ( a cross breed between a bat and a bird.) one day he joined a club. It was the club who hated birds. They called themselves the batzis. They thought up a plan to get rid of the birds forever and Adolfian was the leader. The Batzis came into town and destroyed the little birds’ nests. They through there eggs too the ground and did all sort of mean things. then they took the birds into their dark caves were they set up places were the birds would work for them and would beat them or even kill them if they did not do it right. They killed so many birds because their plan was to kill them all. Adolfian was very happy. “soon there will be no birds left and us bats will be the rulers of the trees and caves.” He thought. But his thoughts were wrong. You see everyone liked the birds and thought this was terrible so all the animals got together and fought off the Batzis. Adolfian was so upset and knew that one day the animals would get him so he poisoned himself and died. Adolfian never bothered the birds again.

just some info and stuff

okay so i know i havn't written in a wile so here i am writing
i also know that one part of my title is certanly not true yet

what stuff was i talking about.

well not only do i like to write but i love art so here is some art i did on my computer