planning for scentence fluency

• Steve Moison Goes for a trip to vegas
• Steve needs to win or he is in debt to the mafia
• Steve lays blackjack regularly but does not know how to play texaas hold em poker very well
• When he gets there he can't sign into the hotel and troubles start to grow
• The mafia was sopposed to get him in and know where he was at all times but he had no phone
• He begged for some spare change on the street to use a pay phone
• He ends up staying with family that are kind of gang members with lots of guns and they sell to the black market
• Steve always carries weapons like hanguns around just in case
• He goes to a casino and mafia members are watching him from all around
• He ends up losing with his last hand
• Gun fight erupts when a mafia member tries to take him
• Gang members jump in and help steve
• Cops come and handle the situation

Advil anyone
“Woooooooo, yaaaaaaaaaa,” is all I could hear as I was dragged into a ring. I saw a matador with a thin jet black mask on. He had an oversized hat and was dressed in the dreaded colors, blood red and black. I became more and more furious as he laughed and ran around the enormous arena. The monster looked at me with a pleased face and I saw the silver blade that he had put in the holster. The man had killed 50 bulls in his entire career is what I had heard. The man had a rose in his mouth and a red silk blanket in his hands. I have won over 20 fights by killing my opponent. The way I do it, you do not want to know.

The creep started waving his blanket around after a bell went and stated the time three in the afternoon, Friday and made me confused but I charged anyway. The man moved his blanket out of my way and did a spin to impress the crowd. They cheered and when he was not expecting it I charged at him. I hit him square right in between my horns. He did a back flip. I turned and I could tell that he was soar. The crowd started to boo accept a small group of environmentalists that thought killing bulls for a sport is horrible.

The man let a great scream of fright as he stood. He was now shaking uncontrollably. He held his blanket and I charged with pride. He spun and set right back up so that that incident would be forgotten and avoided. I missed. The matador had asked before the match if they could have a break every fifteen minutes and his wish was approved. I went back to a stable and went directly to my water dish. It was full and it had ice in it. It tasted so good as it trickled down my throat and refreshed me. I was ready to go back out there and fight.

When I was dragged by five men I reached the ring, the gigantic steel doors closed behind me. When the matador was in the center of the ring I glanced up and there was a riot. The matador waved his blanket like he was a veteran waving his flag high and proud. The riot was not enough to catch his eye. I watched as there was a gunshot in the crowd. This had the matador’s attention now. He ran and while his back was turned I charged. I missed and he unsteadily jumped out of the way. I looked back and the man with a gun was running from police.

A voice on the microphone blurred out “it is safe to begin.” There was a great cheer but then the man with the gun had ran the other way, tripped, and fell into the ring with me and the matador. There was no way to get him out because the doors had a time lock on them. The guards yelled the name “Carl” as he fell. That is his name I assume so that is what he will be known as. The matador ran up to him and sliced a symbol into the mans forehead. He said that it was for disgracing him in front of everybody but it was just a scratch that let out only about one pint of blood. The man was on the ground crying but the matador stood him up and helped him. The matador held up his blanket I ran and he spun. The man, Carl, was standing there though. I couldn’t stop in time and it was like I was a freight train with a large spike when I hit him. All of the sudden I looked up with little ease. My head was about one hundred and seventy pound heavier.

I looked up and Carl was gone. My stomach curled. I shook my head and a body came off with a large hole in him. IT WAS CARL! I was overwhelmed. The noises I could hear were things like “booooooooo” and “sssssssssssssssssssssssssss.”I was stared at by the matador. All of the sudden I heard an air releasing and the doors popped open.

Five men came out with guns. I was frightened. They had their red dot on me but I sprinted around. One man shot as I ran behind another. He fell to his knees and there was a dart in his leg. Another shot made a thumping noise as it had hit the second man. He fell after looking like he had gone nuts. This time the dart was in his neck. One freaked out when he shot the second, not knowing there was a dart for him in the head. He fell to his knees. The other two just ran and shut the door with the matador behind them. I walked back into my stable where there was a man waiting for me. He shot me with a dart and I fell into a deep sleep.

All of the sudden I woke up. I was lying in my bed and somebody woke me up for a match for a matador that has killed 50 bulls. When I got to the ring he was the same matador. The colors on him were the same. And the bell went and stated the time just like in my other fight. The time was three in the afternoon on a Friday!

Halloween
As I looked outside on my favorite holiday I saw all kinds of costumes running around. Halloweens my favorite. The free candy is amazing. Because of the costumes, Halloween is the greatest. Petrified, little children scream from the terror of haunted houses. Obviously, I had to go to the school and head out to the dance half way through the day. Personally I have certain thoughts of the idea of having a dance in the day. It’s plain stupid. Surprised expressions show up when I say that but it should be dark at a dance with flashing lights and lots of good loud music.

Halloween parties are great. Luckily I get to go to one at my friend house this weekend. Excited, my friend that is hosting the party came and told all of the guests that his father had bought ten roman candles. The gang and I are setting them all off at nine at night. Setting them off is risky where he lives because there is a cop shop right beside his house. Also, his neighbors are more than willing to file complaints. The wonders in my head are endless to see what I am doing tonight.

Scaredy student

“Are you okay” john heard from his mother and father several times. Oh! I should start from the beginning and tell you what happened before this and then it will make sense. One beautiful sunny day a thirteen year old boy woke up and smelt the fresh air of outside. He had a huge smile on his face until he thought of the monstrous bullies of middle school. He thought to himself that he will also have to quickly walk five hours to get to his home where he will get in major trouble for being home so late and for getting an f for everything in term two. All of this so he can just avoid the height of the bridge from one half of the city to the other. He ran downstairs and asked his mom for a ride. She had said “ok” and drove him to school across a bridge. He arrived at the school. He was there in ten minutes or less. When his mom sped off he was greeted evilly by 5 enormous bullies.

He was shoved and he hit the ground hard. The bullies walked away chuckling and cracking jokes. John got up and ran rapidly to the school doors and ran into class. The teacher said that the homework was due but John had no time to complete the required assignment. He walked for five hours to get home because he was so afraid of heights that he couldn’t even cross the bridge. He came rushing out of class hoping he could avoid the bullies but he was wrong.

The five elephant looking teens walked up to him and the “leader” of the group through his fist at poor John. John ducked and kicked the leader in the back of his knee. The leader collapsed and was furious. John was jumped by the other four and they were the biggest and meanest of the group. He punched one in the face as hard as he could and then the other three tackled him. He was then tied with his hands behind his back and feet together. They carried him off grumbling and the leader limping. The bully he punched had gone to the nurse’s office with two black eyes and a broken nose. The four said “were here”. The four chuckled loudly and John heard a sudden honking noise. He knew where he was, THE BRIDGE. They cut the ropes off of him saying how they should not let him drown if he makes it through the impact.

John realized that they were going to throw him off of the bridge and make it look like suicide was committed. He went into this state of mind where he overcame his fear of heights and bullies. He felt worried but he knew this is the worst that could happen so he came up with a plan. The leader went to push him off of the bridge when john kicked him across the face and the leader fell to the ground. The other three came and tried to tackle him as fast as they could. John moved out of the way and the three could not slow down. They ran right off of the bridge and fell to the ocean. John looked down and they were floating down the river leading to the vast ocean. The leader got up and lunged at John. He was grabbed and John broke his arm by bending it the other way. The bully fell and john headed home (Across the bridge) and got home just in time to finish homework. He then on could walk home across that bridge and he passed all of grade eight. Nobody knows where the three bullies went that fell off of the cliff. The other two were petrified to even go near John. That is exactly what happened, but can you guess what john turned into?






4 Awesome job dude, I’m going to let you finish your awesome story I just wanna let you know that was really interesting, great ideas and your keeping me in suspense with that last part. You may want to spell check your story and grammar check it as well so it’s all polished for Patterson but that’s not really important, great ideas, events that capture and hold the reader’s attention but like most short writing stories it ends to fast. Mine story does to though so it’s alright it’s not supposed to just drag on and on and on you know. Good job
Cole Schisler

My first entry.............

This morning while we were playing football brice got half of his face bruised.