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Lab Rat - Parts Seven and Eight

LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


Chapter 7
Jaden Goes Wild

He screamed so loud that Caleb and Jasper stopped in shock long enough to be taken out be Electra and Windwhip. Then Jaden jumped at Frankenstein. Both of his fists were blazing with fire. His shoved one fist up Frankenstein’s left nostril and sent the other in a roundhouse punch crashing into the big guy’s right cheek. 

Frankenstein bellowed and threw Jaden off. But it was too late. The surprise and shock were so great that the world’s latest version of the Incredible Hulk fell all the way down the Empire State Building. He crashed in such fury that there was a tiny earth quake. 

Jaden  expelled the fire from his hands in an aimed shot at Electra. He guided the fire with his mind so that it dodged her desperate attacks of lightning. The flames rammed into her just as she made a weak electric shield. The force pushed her off the edge. Jaden’s whole body burst aflame and he shot the different fireballs in different directions. He guided them all with his mind, sending seven fire balls smashing into Drone. 

The human robot landed on the building to rest, only to be enveloped in a circle of fire. He ran wildly through the flames, heating up his metal body.But in his wild run, he was not looking and fell off the building. 

Victoria tried to move the fire bolts with her mind, but Jaden too many under his control. He sent many streaks of flame into Victoria. She crumpled to the ground. 

Alpha  had gotten his wolves up the building. But Jaden made a ring of fire so big that the wolves retreated. Alpha turned into a six foot long wolf, and commanded that the wolves return. But Jaden singed all the wolves with red hot fire and the beastly dogs ran away for good. 

Wolf Alpha shrugged and launched himself at Jaden. But Flaming Fire punched him in the nose. Alpha himself ran after his wolves. Then Terra shot mud, dirt, rocks, and plants at Jaden, but he deflected them all and punched Terra the old style way. She too, was taken out. 

Windwhip melted into the air but Jaden made a blazing fireball that heated up the air so much she came back out, gasping with pain and sweating from the heat. She retreated in the wind again, but this time leaving the battle. The only one left was Valor. He took one look at the fireball in Jaden’s hands and took a step backwards. “This isn’t over, you brat! Fire Thug!” he snarled. 

“Fire Thug my foot!” Jaden called after Valor’s rapidly retreating figure. 

Jasper stirred from his unconsciousness. Caleb was still out cold. Jasper took one look around and said, “What’d I miss?” Jaden laughed so hard that he almost threw up. “A lot.”

Chapter 8: 
We Still Got Work To Do

The next day the newspaper headlines said U.S.H DEFEATED! GIANT SUPERHERO BATTLE! A SUPER-VILLAIN GIRL FOUND IN BUILDING!

The papers said that Maya got medical treatment but was in prison. No one knew how she survived Frankenstein’s attack.

“We have to break Maya out of jail!” Jaden said urgently.

“I know.” said Jasper.


“Yep,” said Caleb. “We still got work to do.”

 (to be continued in the next book)



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Lab Rat (Part Six)



LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper 
(age 11)


Chapter 6: The Tri-War

NEW SUPER-VILLAIN GANG RUNS INTO NEW YORK! the newspaper headlines screamed. “At least they’ve got one thing right.” grumbled Jasper as he put on his super suit. Caleb, Maya, and Jaden were doing the same. “You guys ready?” Jasper inquired.

“You betcha.” Jaden said.

“You know the plan--skydive bomb ‘em and make battle and beat them. Got it?” Jasper ran through instructions one more time.

“Sure thing, slugger.” Caleb saluted. Maya snickered.

“Let’s go to war.” Jaden cracked his knuckles at the end of his statement. Everyone laughed.

The four of them crouched on the Empire State Building. They watched the cars race back in forth along the streets below. They were in the middle of a giant thunderstorm. They were all soaked to the bone. “We’ve been here three hours! When’ll they come?” complained Jaden for the thousandth time. 

Caleb was fed up with it. “Just shut up!” he snarled. 

“You shut up first!” Jaden snarled back. 

“Both of you shut up!” Maya snarled. “All of you  shut your mouths all ready! They’ll hear you a mile away!”

Jasper snarled at everybody. They had all started snarling at each other when…. 

“Were you planning to ambush us? Ha!” A bolt of lightning struck the lightning rod on the Empire State Building. A blonde girl about fifteen materialized out of it. 

“You must be Electra.” Maya said dryly.

 “You got that right!” Electra smiled proudly. “But enough of the Hero/Villain banter. Let’s fight!” 

The building shook. A fifteen foot black Hulk with blue hair and nostrils the size of rice cookers leapt onto the building. “Hey guys!” he said in a rumbling voice. He had a creepy smile. Howls filled the air. A boy around Electra’s age with brown hair sat on the steps of the State Building. Literally a hundred wolves prowled around him. 

“Bro, it’s Alpha!” Jaden said. 

A black haired, Chinese girl appeared out of a strong gust of wind. 

“Windwhip!” Jasper muttered.

A red-headed girl jumped up on to the building from a geyser of mud. “It’s Terra, you guys!” Maya called out 

Frankenstein made the first move. He swung a giant fist at Jasper, who ducked. Soon the air was filled with blasted of fire, electricity, sonic booms, howls of wolves, and squeaks of rats. Then Victoria came out of nowhere and slammed into Frankenstein, and tried to throw him off the building telepathically. Frankenstein held firm. He picked up a dazed Victoria and threw her to kingdom come. Then missiles, bullets, exploding cannon balls, and energy blasts filled the air. A flying robot speeded toward them. Drone had made his first appearance. Then Valor came in and punched Caleb in the face.  But then...Maya was shooting at Drone, and the sounds of battle were so loud that she couldn’t hear Frankenstein lumbering up behind her. Frankenstein punched her so hard that she flew one thousand yards and smashed threw a window.


Then Jaden screamed.


(to be continued)


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Lab Rat (Part Five)



LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)

Chapter 5: Even Numbers

But bad things happened the next day. The newspaper headlines screamed  NEW SUPER-HERO JOINS HERO PAIR!  

Rats.” Jasper said as scanned the headlines. He turned to the others. “A new chap named Drone joined their amazing Highnesses the Hero Pair. He can turn to metal--unbreakable metal--and his hands and feet can turn into guns and cannons with sonic booms in them. Kinda like Caleb. Now people are calling the Hero Pair and Drone the U.S.H or Unbeatable Super-Heroes.” 

“Yuck.” Maya made a face. “That’s a stupid name.”

Caleb said,“But now we don’t out number the Hero Pai--”

You mean USH.” interjected Jaden. “Yeah. But we don’t out number MUSH or NUSH or whatchyamacallit anymore.”

“Yeah,”chimed in Jaden. “Your plan of surrounding them and ganging up on them won’t work anymore.”

Yeah.” Jasper said.

The next day, Maya went out to do intelligence mission. She came back with a tired and defeated face. Maya told them about the WarHawks.The WarHawks were a group of teenagers who had gotten SPP treatment as well. They believed in a communist government too. They just disagreed on who should rule.

“This is bad news.” Jasper said.


“Yeah.” Maya agreed. “The first JB is Electra. She has electric knives and can turn into pure electricity and shoot electricity and make electric shields. The second one is Frankenstein. In spite of the name, he looks like a big black Hulk.  Then there’s Terra. She can control the dirt and mud, like, make a dirt geyser that can blast you into space. Terra means earth in Latin. Then Windwhip. She can turn into wind and control wind. Her punches have the force of the worst windstorm behind them. Then last but not least, Alpha.  Except he communicates  with wolves but has no super strength.  He can crawl up any surface that’s solid. So all in all…we got a big fight on our hands.”

(to be continued)



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Lab Rat (chap 4)




LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


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Chapter 4


Jaden, Caleb, and Maya

“Every super-villain needs a head-quarters. I think mine is awesome,”  Jasper said to no one in particular. He lounged in a room he had made in the sewer tunnels. The room was about 10 feet across and 9 feet high.He had washed the room  and disposed of the garbage. The room was carved in a wall on the side of the sewer tunnels. “This is the best room ever.” he repeated to Hybucha. Hybucha just stretched out on the rug (Yes, there was a rug. Awesome, right?). 

Then all of the sudden there was a knock on the door(Yeah. He had a door). “Gear up, guys.” The rats obeyed and got into position. Jasper opened the door and threw his hardest punch. A black haired girl about his age bent over backwards to avoid the blow. A young boy of about nine with black hair yelped and ran back a couple feet. “BRO!” he shouted. “Chill, chill. Chill. Chill.” 

The girl, who had fallen over, got back up. “We come in peace.” 

Jasper looked at her suspiciously. “Peace. P-E-A-C-E. Peace.” 

“I know what peace is and how to spell it!” Jasper snarled. “Now what’d ya want?” 

“We want to join you.” The girl said simply. 

“In what?” Jasper asked. 

“Listen, bub! You and the Hero Pair aren’t the only lab rats around here.” she paused to smile at her own joke. “Heh. Get it? Lab rat? Hahaha. Well, anyway, we know about the whole communist blah-de-blah-de-blah-blah-blah. So can we join you?”

Jasper shrugged. “I guess. But, to make sure you’re not spies...lie detector scan!” He smiled happily at the thought of using a lie detector.

  An hour later, when he was satisfied that they were not enemies, Jasper said, “Welcome to the newly formed team!” Then there was a knock on the door. Jasper opened it. 

A red haired boy who looked to be in his early teen years stood in the doorway. “Can I join you?”
     
The boy’s name was “Sonic Hammer” because he had a hammer that had sonic booms in it. The girl and boy who had come first were Arsiel and Flaming Fire. Everyone told  that “Flaming Fire” was repetitive but Flaming Fire stuck his tongue out and said “no” every time they said “change your name”.  Arsiel had archery powers but she couldn’t think up any good name so she called herself something cool. Flaming Fire could make things burst into flame and guid fire balls he shot with his mind.
“What’re your names? I’m Jasper,” Jasper said. “Caleb Malcom Zeb Sword Master the Third.” Sonic Hammer said. “So I’m Caleb.” “I’m Maya.” said Arsiel. “I’m Jaden,” said Flaming Fire. You could tell that Jaden and Maya were siblings. They had the same black hair and olive skin. Maya was twelve, Jaden was ten, and Caleb was fourteen. 

Jasper was dismayed that he was the second youngest. He suspected that Caleb or Maya would try and wrest his position as leader from him. But that didn’t happen. In fact, Caleb said, “What’d we do now? You’re the expert on “super-villainy.” He air quoted the word “super-villainy” with his fingers.


“I’ll tell you what we do.” said Jasper. “Now here’s the plan….”
(to be continued)


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LAB RAT (Chap. 3)


LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


Chapter 3: Announced a Super-Villain

NEW SUPER VILLAIN ATTACKS ON HERO PAIR DAY! screamed the news paper headlines. The article read, A mysterious super-villain named Lab Rat attacked our heroic Hero Pair yesterday on Hero Pair Day yesterday. Our dear Victoria was giving a speech when he karate-chopped her shoulder. Reading the paper, Jasper paused and yelled, “I axe kicked her in between her shoulder blades!”

“Are you ok sweetie?” Jasper’s mom poked her head through the door way.

“I’m fine, Mom. The paper says that the super-villain karate chopped Victoria’s shoulder. But I watched the news feed. Lab Rat axe kicked Victoria between the shoulder blades. No one karate chopped her shoulder.”

Ok then. Bye.” she left. Jasper kept reading.

Everyone was running in hysteria when the Hero Pair fought back and bravely defended our city. Victoria said, “That guy Lab Rat’s power must controlling rats and boosting them up with his super-strength. Because when those rats hit me, it actually hurt, like an annoying little boy throwing a temper tantrum and hitting you. But I swear that together, Valor and I will defend this precious city from Lab Rat.” The police have found no sign of Lab rat in the sewer tunnels to which he retreated after being defeated. But the police did get attacked by rats with incredible strength. Officer Kent was struck a crippling blow by a rat. Officer Jacobs, Officer Benith, and Officer Vavenfough are all in critical conditions. Will New York City` be saved from this sinister Lab Rat? I think we all know that answer. The Hero Pair will save us from this villainy!


Once he finished the paper, Jasper was filled with disgust. Didn’t anyone know the Hero Pair’s communist leanings? When he thought about it some more, Jasper retched in the bathroom.

(to be continued)



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Lab Rat (Chap. 2)

Lab Rat
by Elias Cooper (age 11)

Chapter 2: Unwelcome Heroes.

The news was blaring with headlines. 
SUPER-HEROES ARE REAL! THE HERO PAIR COME TO TOWN!

Two super-powered people had come and declared themselves super-heroes. The Hero Pair were Valor-- a short, African man with gray hair who had flight, super flight speed, super strength, laser eyes, and super hearing--and Victoria, a tall, black haired woman of about 25 who had flight, super flight speed, and could move things with her mind. The “Hero Pair” were currently traipsing about, saving car crashes, little children, and old cats from trees. 

Jasper’s sisters, Ariel, Kylie, Carrey, Anna, Betsy, and Sally were all taken up with the Hero Pair. So was his brother, Charles.  Jasper was the youngest by 3 years so he didn’t know how people could be so immature. “They’re just super-heroes!” he snapped to Kylie.

“Just super-heroes.  Just super heroes. JUST SUPER-HEROES!!!???  Are you crazy?!” 

14 year old Kylie exclaimed. “This is a huge twist in history, kid. Yeesh.” She walked away.  

So a week later, Jasper--under the pretense of going to his friend Lefty’s house--left his house and got on the bus to where the Hero Pair were being interviewed. When he got there, he almost gagged and retched at Victoria’s ridiculous outfit of a red super-suit trimmed in gold velvet. Valor wore a purple super suit trimmed in green velvet. Jasper stood there, waiting until the interview was done. Then when the Pair walked off, he followed them. Many people wanted Hero Pair autographs, but not Jasper. He followed the super-heroes into a dark ally. A man in a black government suit waited there. 

“What do we do now?” asked Valor.

“Give Jake the paper.” answered the man in a deep voice. He handed them a piece of paper. “Ok. Are you sure a communist government is better for the country?” asked Victoria. “I still have my doubts.”

“Yes.” said the man.

“Ok. It had better be good or else I’m throwing you to South America with my mind.” Victoria replied.

“And I’ll laser you,” Valor chimed in.

“Ok, ok, no...no need to get n-n-n-nasty there, m-m-mates.” The man nervously stammered.

Jasper ran hard and fast away, for fear of being spotted. The Hero Pair were in on it too. Jasper knew what that meant. He’d have to be Lab Rat, the most foul villain of them all. Of course he won’t actually be evil. It would look like it because he was fighting the Pair.

In the following days, Jasper realized that his powers involved sharing with rats. He had a rat’s good senses, and the rats could have his super strength. Then he heard the New York Mayor announced...Hero Pair Day, to “honor everything they’ve done for us”. 

“That’s when I make my move.” Jasper told his favorite rat, Hybucha. Hybucha only snuggled closer to him.

 On Hero Pair day, the festivities were being held in Central Park. Jasper feigned a cold and once his family left, he went into a work building by the park, took an elevator to the top floor and climbed out a window and up to the top of the building. He was decked in a brown T-shirt that he had spray painted Lab Rat on. He also had a white lab coat that wasn’t buttoned. He had “scientist goggles” and black gloves and boots. Jasper sat there, crouched, until the festivities started. The mayor got on the speech stand.

“I am pleased to announce...Hero Pair Day!” Cheers followed that statement. After talking awhile about how good the Pair was, he asked, “And can Victoria come up and give a speech?” Jasper jumped off the building.   Victoria hovered in the air about 6 feet of the ground. 

“Thank you Mayor Benning,” she said. “I want to thank you all for your suppor--AAAUUUGH!” Jasper, who had been free-falling through the air this whole time, came down in the middle of the speech and axe kicked her between the shoulder blades.

“ATTACK! SUPER VILLAIN!” people yelled, while simultaneously running away.

 “We will protect you!” said Victoria, rising from the ground. She came up to meet a punch to the face. “Aaaauuugh!” she gurgled as Jasper curled his hands around her throat. She tried to throw him off with her mind but his grip was to strong. Jasper snapped and curled like a flag in the wind. Then Valor flew in and punched Jasper’s head. Jasper staggered backwards. Then he called up the rats. The rat’s super-strength was only enough to the Pair to make it feel like a three year old is hitting you. But when 1,022 three year olds are hitting you...ouch. 511 rats tried to swarm Valor, but he blasted off into the sky. The same thing happened with Victoria. So Jasper retreated into the sewer grates with the rats.

“We will defeat you, Lab Rat!” Valor called out.


“Heh, I’ll bet.” Jasper shot back. Then he and his rats melted back into the tunnels. Jasper took the sewer way home.
(to be continued)

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LAB RAT


LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


Chapter 1: Knocked Out

11 year-old Jasper Kanagal trudged toward home from the Creation Club in pure misery. The rain came down in torrents on his unprotected body. No one, not even the weather stations, had foreseen this summer storm. So he had not worn a jacket.
Jasper had slipped several times in the muddy streets of New York City and almost got killed by a speeding car. “I hate this place,” he moaned to no one in particular. 

Just then, a white Mercedes Benz chugged around the corner, stopped and the passengers disembarked. Jasper did not pay it much heed. (Later he would say he wished he had paid attention.) A burly man with a rifle slung over his shoulder stepped out. He raced across the street, much to the dismay of the many cars crowding the roadways. When Jasper finally heard the footsteps, he whirled around into to meet a gloved fist. Then Jasper crumpled to the ground.

“Whaaaa? Where am I?” Jasper groaned. His head pounded with a raging fury. 

“Yer at the police station, kid.” Jasper looked up to see a police officer staring down at him.
“What why? What’d I do?”
“Ya did nothin’. Yer bein’ questioned, after disappearing for a week and whatnot.”
“A WEEK???!!! I’VE BEEN MISSING???!!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!???WHAT THE CHEESE???!!!”   
The police officer stayed calm. “Yer’ve been missing a whole stinkin’ week and ya don’t know?” he inquired. 
“NO!” came the frantic and confused reply. 

The police quizzed Jasper for hours, in which he learned he’d been missing and the police had been hunting him for a long time. “We found ya in the Bronx sewers, if ya believe ‘et.” said the officer, whose name was Kent. 

When Officer Kent finally released him, Jasper walked straight into his father, mother, brother, and six sisters. They swarmed him with hugs, kisses, and questions, until his mother saw he was tired and ordered everyone--including herself--to stop “pestering” him. She combed her fingers through his wavy, brown hair. “I missed you,” she whispered. His father crushed him in another bare hug. “Good to have you back, son,” he said with a grin. Unlike his huge father, Jasper was a small slim boy. 

When they arrived home, Mrs. Kanagal ushered her son to bed. That’s when the rats came. Rats had never been in Jasper’s home before. Hundreds of rats swarmed his room, on top of him under him, and next to him. But Jasper wasn’t afraid. But it was annoying having rats all over him. “Go ‘way.” He muttered crankily. To his surprise, the rats scurried away, into the hall and out the windows. 

Miffed by the rats obedience, Jasper picked up a ball and bopped it. It sailed threw his open window and hit a building on the other side of the street. “Wow.” was all he could say. Did he have superpowers? 

No one will ever know if he just remembered or if the word “superpower” triggered his memory. But Jasper Kanagal remembered how he had woken up in a room full of government scientists. How they had injected potions and liquids into his body. How when he’d asked, “What are you doing” a woman had laughed and said, “Giving you superpowers!” He’d heard a scientist say, “If we inject these superpower-giving thingie majigs into bombs like the government wants...we’d be unstoppable!” They’d used him like a lab rat. 

Then Jasper also figured out his superpower. He could control rats, or more rats would help him with stuff. And as a bonus, he had super strength! “Wow.” he whispered again into the darkness. Then he thought What terrible things will the government use this for? He’d heard people talk about very horrible things.
1.   Use this SPP (Super Power Potion)  to make America a Communist country
2.   Put the SPP in bombs, guns, missiles , etc and causing world havoc
3.   Killing the President and putting Jeff Algansor into office. (Jeff Algansor believed in destroying Israel, China, Japan, and the Koreas forever).
4.   Stop the would-be communist government from destroying Israel, China, Japan, and the Koreas forever.  

  Now for a superhero name. Every superhero had a name. “Rat King? Nah.  Super Rat? No. Rat Baron? Nah. Extreme Rat? No way. How about...Lab Rat?” Jasper said aloud. “Yeah. I like that. Lab Rat.”
 But the next day, everything went wrong.
(to be continued)

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A Fabulous Day




A Fabulous Day
by 
Elias Cooper
(age 9)

My brother Eric’s wedding was one of the best days of my life! I had so much fun!   

At first, tornados were whirling in my stomach because I was nervous about walking Grandma down the aisle. But, when we started walking, the tornados calmed down. After Grandma was seated, I stood with the other groomsmen. I didn’t know if I could stand for half an hour, but I did. 

When Becki walked down the aisle, Eric cried. He was probably thinking, “Oh my goodness! She’s so beautiful! Oh, how could I have deserved her? Ohhh she’s so pretty. I love her so much!” Maybe he was even thinking about how he wanted to kiss her. If so, he is sooooo soppy! 

After the ceremony, I was disappointed over the food. You could order crispy chicken tenders and French fries and ketchup, but that was not clear to my family that they were even there. That’s bad, because after all, I’m the groom’s brother. I got salmon, but the parts without the sauce were dry, and the sauce only covered the middle. My cousin, Christian, got chicken tenders. I tried to trade with him, but he didn’t understand what I said and said, “No thanks. I’m fine.” I later found out he had actually wanted salmon. We were both disappointed. But later, I went to the dessert table and got cake and hot cocoa. That made up for it.

I really enjoyed the dancing. My cousins made an aisle by having a long line of people on each side. I did a cool dance where I hopped and crossed my legs in the air with my hands behind my back. When I took a break from dancing I got one of my favorite drinks -- GINGER ALE! There was no coke or anything–just good ole ginger ale. 

I was extremely happy to see my cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents. I played with Christian who is my age. I was happy for Eric and Becki. They were happy too. All in all, it was a fabulous day!

(assignment for Polliwog Writing Lessons)


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My Great Brother


My Great Brother
A biography on Philip S. Cooper
by
Elias Cooper
(age 12)

On January 27, 2002, Philip Samuel Cooper was born. At age four, he got interested in trains and had a train party. It was his first party. 

At age five, he started playing tee-ball, and won a participation trophy. He was happy. He also started Upward Basketball at age five, and turned six that month. At age nine, he went to the Wilds of New England, a Christian camp in Deering, New Hampshire.  

Although we do not know when he was saved, he currently reads his Bible at the very least twenty minutes each morning and even had two chances to witness online. 

Philip and his brother Elias play a lot of games, such as the time they played an imaginary game about super heroes. They both had a lot of fun. 

Philip is thirteen years old now. He is a fun, funny, and great brother.



(assignment of Lesson #19 of Polliwog Pages Writing Lessons)


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Hunting Trouble




 Hunting Trouble 
by 
Elias Cooper
(age 12)


Paul Kilijackson slung his rifle over his shoulder. Beside him, Timothy Baer was reaching for his. It was the second year of the Revolutionary War, and the Kilijacksons were having a hard time getting food. So seventeen year old Paul and his best friend, Timothy, were going on a hunting trip. 
                           
"You ready?" Paul asked. 

"Yes", Timothy answered. "Let's go."

Half an hour later Paul saw a big grizzly bear. He was about to shoot when Timothy knocked his gun away. 

"Wha-," Paul was saying.

Timothy said, "Shush!" 

Paul heard something -- at a distance at first.  Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, Tramp 

And over the hill, there they were -- thousands of British soldiers, in their bright red coats.

 "Hide!" Timothy said. 

"Where are they going?" Paul wondered. 

"To Bunker Hill! Where the Yankees are!" (The Americans were called Yankees a lot then.)

They hid in the bushes.

The last British soldier was only a yard from where they hid. The British soldiers set up camp and set about resting for the oncoming battle. Paul and Timothy skirted around the edge of the camp in the bushes.

Then, a sentry heard them. He said, "Who's there?! Show yourself!"

They stood stock still. The sentry swung his musket right at Paul, even though he couldn't see him. The musket got stuck in the bush an inch from Paul'a nose. Then a sergeant got up from resting and yelled at the sentry, "Jonathan! Stop playing in the bushes and watch somewhere else!"

Paul and Timothy escaped the camp. When they were going home, Timothy saw wild turkeys. He grabbed a large rock and whipped it at a fat turkey neck. Wham-Crack! The turkey's neck snapped. 
"Hunting trip, success!"  said Timothy.  

That night, the Baers and Kilijacksons had a good meal of turkey cabbage carrot soup.



(assignment for Lesson #16 of Polliwog Writing Lessons)



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"Some Foods You Can't Trust"




Some Food You Can't Trust
by
Elias Cooper 
(age 12)

Jasper zoomed to the table.There was shrimp and noodles sloshed with a weird green sauce he'd never seen before--dark green. He thought it looked good. He took a big bite. He stopped, grimaced, and swallowed. Jasper looked at the food oddly. He slumped in his chair. He asked to be excused from the dinner table. Then he slipped into the kitchen to get a turkey sandwich. 


(assignment for Lesson 15 - "Showing not Telling")


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"An Evening with My Brother"



An Evening with My Brother
by 
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


When I was nine years old, my brother Eric and I went biking but I fell and got hurt on the biking trail. Since we could not bike anymore, I suggested that we go out to eat. Eric took me to a seafood restaurant called Lobster Tail. It was the longest day of the year in June, and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Eric ordered an appetizer bowl of steamed clams for us to share.

When it comes to seafood, I am a shellfish geek. I ordered fried clams for my main meal, and Eric ordered more steamed clams for himself.  While we ate our food, we talked about clams and how expensive the menu was.

There was a beautiful, fake waterfall at the restaurant. It was fun to watch.  Our grayish-blonde waitress was very nice to us. She wanted to make sure we were comfortable.  On the tip, I wrote "Awesome!". Eric and I had a fun time together, and I forgot about the bike injury that occurred earlier in the day.

(assignment for Lesson 14 of Polliwog Writing Lessons)


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"Weird Stuff"






Weird Stuff
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)

Huh? Was it April Fools Day? "When I went to bed last night, it was on a bed, not moss," Luke thought. Leya, his twin, was also looking confused. 

"What happened?" she asked.

"Don't know," he replied.

They lived on a beach house that viewed Volcano Island which, of course, had a volcano.

The volcano was called Vormeze Volcano, which now erupted boiling hot melted butter instead of lava!  Broccoli replaced trees, bread crumbs replaced sand, and the sea became yogurt. All in all, it was an odd sight. Then they realized, since their house used to be made of wood, it was made of broccoli too!

As they walked along, they saw brick houses were now made of cheese blocks. "Oh no. Yikes! This is crazy. How will we live with everything made of food?"

Click. "This TV show is silly," Jake said. "I've got better things to do."

(assignment for Lesson 13 of Polliwog Pages Writing Lessons)

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Green Cookies



Green Cookies
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)

"Hi Sam," said John.

"Hellos," said Sam.

"Why so sullen, Sam?" asked John. "You look...as mad as a tiger
 and sick as a person who just bard," he said.

Sam yelled, "My sister made Brussel Sprout cookies!"
"And Mom thought they were healthy and I ate them."

John put away his lunch. He felt sick.

He and Sam never had cookies that were dyed green again.







( Lesson #9 Dialogue, Polliwog Pages Writing Lessons)






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