I am max Stevenson a business man. A guy who had thought he had everything in the world. I had the money the cars the huge mansions. The Cadillac’s the hummer’s all the diamonds the fame everything a normal person could only dream of. I know I might come off as conceited. But the truth is I wasn’t always like this. Now I own a huge cooperation that sells clothing in the fashion industry my label is Max-million. But my huge secret is when I was growing up I had no money and not even enough food to eat. I hardly ever got anything nice like on holidays and stuff. I grew up in Atlanta Georgia the ghetto part. I always was independent I had grown up on my own and had to fight to survive.
I always had a saying that life is like a game you must fight to win to become successful to accomplish so much before you die or get to the end. That always had kept me going. I had no sense of religion nor faith I had never grown up with any religion my parents had never really said anything. I had only one friend he was very violent and got kicked out of school. But me I was different I knew one day I could get somewhere with my life. So I worked hard in school everyday I never took one day for granted. Everyone would always doubt me and tell me my life wasn’t going any were. So I decided to prove them all wrong. One day I was going to become somebody I was going to prove them all wrong. One day I was going to be rich they would all work for me. So I worked hard for what I wanted and knew no one could take that from me.
I grew up in a house with nine other kids I was the oldest. My dad could barely support our family. My mother was sick with cancer and I would do any thing to help her. It seems like everyone in my family had lost hope except for me. I knew I could make it out some how If you seen me around now I always carry around my lucky slinky from when I was a kid It was the first nice thing I had ever had. I always kept it in my pocket. So a couple years later I had gone to Harvard and became a business man. I made a lot of money and became rich and famous. I proved everyone wrong so that’s my story.
By. Naimo sheik
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A Hike in the Woods
My breath burned in my chest and I was running out of strength. There was no doubt about it: the bear was getting closer. I could hear the thud of its bulky mass upon the earth. Why was it after me?
I darted between trees and pushed viciously in through the undergrowth. Twigs scratched my face and branches tore at my clothes. But because of my momentum, they had to let me pass. Then… WHAM! A giant paw brushed me off my feet and forcing me into the air. I hit a tree and tried to hang on. Maybe if I could climb, I would be out of reach of the bear. Too late. The grizzly had my pack in its jaws. It swung me around like a paper doll. I let myself fly from the pack. I rolled onto the fairly soft, mossy forest floor. It helped me spring back up away as fast as my weary body would let me.
The bear realized after a few moments the pack was not what it wanted but I had already gotten a head start. Adrenaline coursed through me as I sprinted down a slope of the mountain that grew to be so steep that I was practically falling down it. The four legged bear was not as coordinated as I so I had the advantage.
Up ahead, the ground leveled out but I could see what was coming: a drop off. Past it was blue water. It was cliff overlooking a large lake. I just did not want to be slashed to shreds by the beast so I took the risk.
The bear was gaining on me now on the flat meadow and would soon catch me. I kept straight ahead. I hurdled off the rock face, flailed in the air and plummeted down to the water.
I formed myself into a vertical line shape to try to make my body enter the water more smoothly. I kept thinking the impact would come any moment, but it took what seemed to be hours. Finally, SMACK! I broke through the water and into the blue world beneath. I felt as heavy as lead so I kicked off my cumbersome hiking boots and desperately swam for the surface. As soon as I reached it, I gulped in huge droughts of air. Then very slowly I paddled over to a shore line that wasn’t very far away and not very rocky.
Exhausted, I dragged my soggy self into some grassy under the warm rays of the sun. Then I slept the second my head rested on the lush green ground.
I woke up when It was about noon, judging by the blazing spot in the sky. I was still damp but not soaking. Since the bear had got my pack, the only things I had with me was a pocket knife, a keychain compass, a granola and a wet, crumpled map from a brochure that I got from a ranger station. I only had socks on my feet but I tried to think positive and though that was better than being drowned with bots on. I had lots of bruises and minor scratches but only one good size wound. It was a gouge on my left calf from where the grizzly had swiped me. I started to gently laugh. I was alive! Wow! But I wasn’t out of the woods yet, literally.
I found my position on the map, the nearest trial, and the nearest ranger station. It was close! I could probably manage to get there by dark! Yes! It was the one I was aiming towards before the bear had attacked. Then I remembered who I was supposed to meet there: Rachel. We had been two peas in a pod since third grade. Now at two separate colleges, we didn’t see each other much so we had planned a backpacking trip in the summer. I had started a leg of the trail all by myself just because it was easier to start there for me. It wasn’t long so I thought I’d be ok without a buddy. Boy! I sure wish I wasn’t alone now.
Before, I was already late o meet Rachel due to car trouble getting to the starting point. Now that the bear had chased me, I was even later! I hope Rachel will wait for me. What is she thinking since I haven’t showed up? Well, I better get started. So I did.
It was kind of a pain to find the trail but I finally stumbled across it. Just in time too because I started to have muddled thinking. I couldn’t focus. My calf was burning. I looked down to see it had swollen, turned red and gotten a little pussy. An infection. NOT something I needed right now. I limped on.
A couple of hours later (I assumed), I felt especially hot and sweaty even though a green canopy shaded me from direct sun. I hadn’t met any people on this trail but I had seen a couple of inquisitive deer that watched me pass by. I plopped down right where I was and munched on half of the sweet and crunchy granola bar. Though, after the break I didn’t feel any better.
I darted between trees and pushed viciously in through the undergrowth. Twigs scratched my face and branches tore at my clothes. But because of my momentum, they had to let me pass. Then… WHAM! A giant paw brushed me off my feet and forcing me into the air. I hit a tree and tried to hang on. Maybe if I could climb, I would be out of reach of the bear. Too late. The grizzly had my pack in its jaws. It swung me around like a paper doll. I let myself fly from the pack. I rolled onto the fairly soft, mossy forest floor. It helped me spring back up away as fast as my weary body would let me.
The bear realized after a few moments the pack was not what it wanted but I had already gotten a head start. Adrenaline coursed through me as I sprinted down a slope of the mountain that grew to be so steep that I was practically falling down it. The four legged bear was not as coordinated as I so I had the advantage.
Up ahead, the ground leveled out but I could see what was coming: a drop off. Past it was blue water. It was cliff overlooking a large lake. I just did not want to be slashed to shreds by the beast so I took the risk.
The bear was gaining on me now on the flat meadow and would soon catch me. I kept straight ahead. I hurdled off the rock face, flailed in the air and plummeted down to the water.
I formed myself into a vertical line shape to try to make my body enter the water more smoothly. I kept thinking the impact would come any moment, but it took what seemed to be hours. Finally, SMACK! I broke through the water and into the blue world beneath. I felt as heavy as lead so I kicked off my cumbersome hiking boots and desperately swam for the surface. As soon as I reached it, I gulped in huge droughts of air. Then very slowly I paddled over to a shore line that wasn’t very far away and not very rocky.
Exhausted, I dragged my soggy self into some grassy under the warm rays of the sun. Then I slept the second my head rested on the lush green ground.
I woke up when It was about noon, judging by the blazing spot in the sky. I was still damp but not soaking. Since the bear had got my pack, the only things I had with me was a pocket knife, a keychain compass, a granola and a wet, crumpled map from a brochure that I got from a ranger station. I only had socks on my feet but I tried to think positive and though that was better than being drowned with bots on. I had lots of bruises and minor scratches but only one good size wound. It was a gouge on my left calf from where the grizzly had swiped me. I started to gently laugh. I was alive! Wow! But I wasn’t out of the woods yet, literally.
I found my position on the map, the nearest trial, and the nearest ranger station. It was close! I could probably manage to get there by dark! Yes! It was the one I was aiming towards before the bear had attacked. Then I remembered who I was supposed to meet there: Rachel. We had been two peas in a pod since third grade. Now at two separate colleges, we didn’t see each other much so we had planned a backpacking trip in the summer. I had started a leg of the trail all by myself just because it was easier to start there for me. It wasn’t long so I thought I’d be ok without a buddy. Boy! I sure wish I wasn’t alone now.
Before, I was already late o meet Rachel due to car trouble getting to the starting point. Now that the bear had chased me, I was even later! I hope Rachel will wait for me. What is she thinking since I haven’t showed up? Well, I better get started. So I did.
It was kind of a pain to find the trail but I finally stumbled across it. Just in time too because I started to have muddled thinking. I couldn’t focus. My calf was burning. I looked down to see it had swollen, turned red and gotten a little pussy. An infection. NOT something I needed right now. I limped on.
A couple of hours later (I assumed), I felt especially hot and sweaty even though a green canopy shaded me from direct sun. I hadn’t met any people on this trail but I had seen a couple of inquisitive deer that watched me pass by. I plopped down right where I was and munched on half of the sweet and crunchy granola bar. Though, after the break I didn’t feel any better.
Tenth Grade, by Bonsa A. Tilahun
I have always wanted to become some kind of super hero or have some kind of super natural powers. I am always reading comics, and when I am not reading comics I would be daydreaming. I guess you could say I am a comic book geek. My room is filled with posters of super heroes that you can’t even see my wall. You open the door and you would see a poster of superman and you look to the right you would see batman and to the left you would see flash and so on and on. My bed is at the far left corner of the room right under the flash poster. A little bit to the left is the window that showed the big field behind our house and the woods. We live on the country side of the city. Our house is really big and we have a big swimming pool in our back yard. I don’t even know why we live in this area because …… I guess you would put it as rich. My dad works for the government and my mom is a sergeant. I don’t exactly know what they do but I know that thy make a lot of money. We have 4 cars and we only use 2 of them.
Every year we go on a vacation. This year I get to pick where we go and do every thing there is to do. I have always wanted to go to the carabeans, so I researched a little bit and booked a five star hotel that is located by the beach and had a really good view of the ocean. Something else also cought my eye. It said COME AND GET ETERNAL LIFE. That is all it said and it is about a mile away from out hotel. After a week we would be on our way to the carabeans. Finally the day I was waiting for came…..saterday and we were on our way to the carabeans. That Sunday I did not get out of my room, I was just daydreaming about how life would be. Mom and dad thought I was sick and were about to take me back to the U.S. On Monday I went straight to where the website said and the house was not what I expected. It was old and looked as if its about to fall down on the house next to it. It looks as if the front yard has never been mowed for years
I went and touch the bell and DING! DONG! The door bell went and there was a lady at the door. She was the cutest girl I have ever seen. She looked like those people from the magazine. For a second there, I forgot why I was even there for. I don’t know how but she already knew why I was there and what my name was. She said “Hello Derran, do you have the money?” I brought about $50 just in case. So I told her how much it costs. She told me it was only 15 bucks. That kind of got me suspicious. Who would give you an eternal life for only 15 bucks. She told me it would cost me my freedom if I do this but I have waited to long to turn back now. So I told her that I did not care. She kept on telling me to think about it before I could do this but I said no. I wanted her to do it right now. So she got to work after taking her money.
She gave me some sweet drink and it knock me out. Every thing went black. I could hear but yet can’t see or move. I got my vision back after what seemed like an hour. Al of a sudden I see this guy with his head cut off standing on top of me. He was taking out my brain. I can’t feel any pain. The next thing I know I was looking at myself sleeping on the couch. I screamed as loud as I could and the next thing I knew I was in my hotel. Was that a dream or did it really happen?
Every year we go on a vacation. This year I get to pick where we go and do every thing there is to do. I have always wanted to go to the carabeans, so I researched a little bit and booked a five star hotel that is located by the beach and had a really good view of the ocean. Something else also cought my eye. It said COME AND GET ETERNAL LIFE. That is all it said and it is about a mile away from out hotel. After a week we would be on our way to the carabeans. Finally the day I was waiting for came…..saterday and we were on our way to the carabeans. That Sunday I did not get out of my room, I was just daydreaming about how life would be. Mom and dad thought I was sick and were about to take me back to the U.S. On Monday I went straight to where the website said and the house was not what I expected. It was old and looked as if its about to fall down on the house next to it. It looks as if the front yard has never been mowed for years
I went and touch the bell and DING! DONG! The door bell went and there was a lady at the door. She was the cutest girl I have ever seen. She looked like those people from the magazine. For a second there, I forgot why I was even there for. I don’t know how but she already knew why I was there and what my name was. She said “Hello Derran, do you have the money?” I brought about $50 just in case. So I told her how much it costs. She told me it was only 15 bucks. That kind of got me suspicious. Who would give you an eternal life for only 15 bucks. She told me it would cost me my freedom if I do this but I have waited to long to turn back now. So I told her that I did not care. She kept on telling me to think about it before I could do this but I said no. I wanted her to do it right now. So she got to work after taking her money.
She gave me some sweet drink and it knock me out. Every thing went black. I could hear but yet can’t see or move. I got my vision back after what seemed like an hour. Al of a sudden I see this guy with his head cut off standing on top of me. He was taking out my brain. I can’t feel any pain. The next thing I know I was looking at myself sleeping on the couch. I screamed as loud as I could and the next thing I knew I was in my hotel. Was that a dream or did it really happen?
Sunday, January 31, 2010
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You have found the blog for the 2010 Columbia Heights Writers Workshop, made possible through Compas Arts. These brave high school students are spending two weeks exploring the uncharted territory of the imagination. The work is arduous, painstaking, and possibly dangerous. Who knows what can happen? Stories change the world every day.
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