Damn Jenga Piece

The wooden Jenga piece flies across the room, which was thrown by my infuriated brother. I hadn’t seen it coming and it painfully hits me on my back. I grab it and throw it back at him and miss…typical. He grabs another piece which he throws as well, but I didn’t react fast enough and it ends up hitting me on my shoulder. I move back and watch my brother as he leans down and grabs the Jenga piece that I threw before.

I aim carefully, I swing my arm, and let go. The next thing you know I hear a sound of breaking glass, and a bunch of glass shards falling on the ground. “Oh shit.” I thought as I saw all the broken glass fall right in-front of me. I look up and I see the clock that my mom bought was broken, there was like a giant hole where parts of the glass used to be. “I’m so screwed.” I thought, and I picked up the broom and started to sweep.

When I was done and I had thrown all the pieces of glass away, I put the broom away, and took out the clock that was hanging above the door. I looked at it, and it still function, but it just had pointy left- over glass around the area where I accidently threw the Jenga piece. I looked around on the floor to check to see if there were any glass shards that I had missed, but it seemed like I didn’t. “I’ll have to tell mom about this, so that (most probably with my money), we could buy a new clock for the wall, and I’m probably going to get grounded even longer then now.” I thought, as I got into my room, and started to read my book, waiting for the riot to begin.

Like a cloud

Like a cloud
To just float around
Unable to get rankled
No parents, No teachers, No Peers
To rebuke me
Always in a serene disposition
And never lackadaisical
Letting the wind guide me
Without an inkling of
Where we will end up

I wish I were a cloud
Always moving
Like a nomad
From place-to-place
On my own will
With my own rules
Living my own life

Embarking on many journeys
As soon as I finish one
Gliding across the country
Letting the wind take me
To wherever it leads to
Without a depiction
Of where we will end up,
But just going with the flow
And not worrying about anything

the Catcher in the Rye

The Secret Goldfish
The book he loved
Made by his brother
D.B
Bitten nails, nervous
Forgotten fencing equipment
On the wrong subway

Flunking school
Leaving again
Looking for a good bye on the Pencey, Elkton Hills
Not wanting to be phony.
A packed suitcase,
Parents not knowing yet,
He was kicked out.

Like to horse around,
Not acting his age,
Just not to get bored

A lost brother-Allie
A left handed old baseball mitt,
A descriptive composition,
For his roommate

THEE BOOK REVIEW!!

The Gunslinger the Dark Tower I
Stephen King
In the Gunslinger, by Stephen King, is about the gunslinger tracking down the man in black, and has to overcome many obstacles that lead to him. The gunslinger is a character in which always thinking of something, but in most cases he thought of where the man in black was, where his tracks are, how will he find him, what will he tell him, “Perhaps the campfire were a message, spelled out one Great Letter at the time. Keep your distance partner, it might say. Or, The end draweth nigh. Or maybe even, Come and get me.” (6)
The stories theme supports its theme of suspension, and keep you reading to find out more and more about the gunslinger. The theme flows smoothly in the story making it intriguing to read. The suspension in the books making the readers grasp on to the book till they are done.
The Gunslinger introduces the conflict from the beginning of the story, “The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.” (3) And it flows through the whole book reminding you occasionally that he is try to find the man in black. The gunslinger has to overcome the “traps” that the man in black leaves behind.
The author Stephen King is a horror book writer, who makes awesome books, but may have some disturbing scenes. Stephen King writes books for adults, and teenage years. Horror, and suspense is what Stephen King writes.
The gunslinger has to track down the man in black, as well as meeting new people, traveling long distances, killing, and overcoming the traps the man in black leave behind.
I though this book was wonderful, and I loved it, it had really awesome fighting scenes intriguing flashbacks, and many things that will haunt your mind for months. This book will appeal to people ages 13, maybe even from age 15 and up.

My Little Brother

Is a musician,
Who barely knows how to use the piano
My little brother is a comedian,
Who doesn’t run out of jokes
My little brother is a professional wrestler,
That can never beat me.

My little brother is a kitten, a pup,
A chick, a tadpole, a cub, a piglet.

My little brother is a daredevil
My little brother is a magician
With no magic tricks

I have a responsibility as a big brother
Taking care of him,
Blamed if he gets hurt,
Praised when I teach him something,
Scolded if I yell at him,
Grounded if I punch or kick him.