<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102</id><updated>2011-09-02T04:27:31.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Prometheus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-5378318215526801349</id><published>2009-03-18T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:26:50.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biobots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/ScE85_2vggI/AAAAAAAAATA/P1kQB-WlPZs/s1600-h/evil_robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/ScE85_2vggI/AAAAAAAAATA/P1kQB-WlPZs/s200/evil_robot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314596002365145602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biobots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mysterious, stormy night. None of the residents in the little town of Picabelo expected anything unusual to happen, but they should have been more cautious. Something sinister and evil was stirring within the town, something that could endanger the lives of everyone on earth. I’m writing this story to warn you, before it’s too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 p.m Hayden Smith got a phone call that would change her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the detective thought it was one of her usual cases- a missing pet, a stolen bike-but she was in for a surprise. When she picked up the receiver a wheezing, raspy voice called out “Help me! Help, they’re coming! Hurry!” Then, whoever was on the other side of the line hung up. &lt;br /&gt;Hayden was both scared and excited. Scared because this sounded serious. Excited because this looked like a pretty big case.  She had always wondered why the Central Intelligence Association, or CIA, had assigned her to patrol Picabelo. Nothing important ever happened. Finding a big crime in Picabelo was as uncommon as finding a polar bear in the Sahara Desert.  But now, this mysterious phone call could change everything. If she pushed the right buttons, she could end up with a new office in NYC!&lt;br /&gt;But Hayden was a professional, and she knew she didn’t have time to daydream. Quickly she booted up her laptop. One of her favorite things about the computer was the Address Program. It automatically tracked the whereabouts of whoever called her. It was sort of like a high-tech caller ID. But Hayden nearly jumped out of her chair when she saw the address on the screen: 230 Culbert St. That house had been abandoned for years!&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was a lead, and she had to follow up. She grabbed her mink fur coat, her laptop, and a few other gadgets before marching swiftly out of her office door. Her faithful dog, a golden retriever named Max, trotted behind her. &lt;br /&gt;Outside, rain was pouring in huge, thick sheets. Lightening bolts flashed from the sky like long, thin fingers. Thunder boomed so loudly the whole town seemed to shake. Hayden wrapped her coat tightly around her and hurried down the sidewalk, her feet splashing water in every direction. Max diligently followed his master down the winding streets, ready to defend her against anyone who meant her harm.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the pair reached 230 Culbert St. The house was in a state of irrevocable disrepair. A faded, peeling layer of paint covered the front wall, but the back and top were exposed to the downpour. A single window curtain flapped in the wind like a ghostly flag. The few shingles left on the roof were worn and tarnished from old age.  Patches of overgrown weeds, mingling with large, muddy puddles gave the yard a swampy, run-down look. Hayden’s critical eye immediately recognized the house as the perfect material for criminal headquarters. She took a few deep breathes, walked promptly up to the debilitated front porch, and swung open the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the house was as untidy as the outside. A small threadbare rug lay on the floor. A crooked portrait of two frightened looking children hung on one wall. But what immediately grabbed Hayden’s attention were the large green gobs of goo that were splattered across the floor.  The gobs made a zigzagging path from the foyer to a large oak door farther down the hallway. In the dim light, Hayden could barely make out the many locks and chains that covered the door, and the bright yellow sign that read caution in bold capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;  It was clear that whatever was going on behind that door was important. The caution sign, the locks, chains and bolts, and the green gobs of goo were proof that something was going on in the old, decrepit house.&lt;br /&gt;Hayden grabbed a small key from her coat pocket. The device was one of her favorite gadgets- a key that would open any lock! She painstakingly unlocked every lock, and pulled off every chain. Finally, she swung open the heavy door. &lt;br /&gt;Inside was a massive room. Only the small rectangle of faint light spilling from the open door illuminated the room. Hayden quickly found a light switch, and once the room was appropriately lightened, she took in her surroundings. She uttered a cry of surprise.&lt;br /&gt; The mysterious room was a laboratory! Strange twisted pieces made of gleaming metal littered the floor. Test tubes and beakers were scattered across tables. A large shelf full of dusty books covered one wall.&lt;br /&gt;Hayden immediately walked over to the nearest table. Amidst a collection of animal skeletons, computer chips and broken wires, a Dell laptop lay open. Hayden had a seat at the stool next to the table, and began to scan the files on the screen. One particular document caught her eye:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Discovery: Biobots! &lt;br /&gt;By Sharon Midland &lt;br /&gt;On February 23rd, at the Annual Picabelo Science Convention, Dr. Tom Mort was credited for his new invention: biobots. When interviewed by the press the doctor said. “The biobots will cause... I mean um cure...  any fatal disease. All you have to do is swallow it like a pill. The biobots will kill... I mean cure you!” &lt;br /&gt;The invention could be an incredible contribution to the world of science. However, a team of reporters found Dr. Tom Mort behind a Dumpster mummering “Mu-ha-ha-ha. I will rule the world!”&lt;br /&gt;Despite the suspicious activity of Dr. Mort, biobots will be sold in drugstores across the world. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the other projects at the convention, there is the &gt;&gt;cont.pg.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden gasped. She had deducted several things from reading the file.&lt;br /&gt;• Tom Mort was living in the abandoned house. Who else in Picableo would need a lab?&lt;br /&gt;• Tom Mort’s biobots were obviously harmful.&lt;br /&gt;• If the biobots were released to the world, hundreds of people could die!&lt;br /&gt;Hayden quickly scanned the computer screen for any other files. She found none. What she did find was a small notebook next to the laptop. Across the cover, in spidery handwriting the words Dr. Tomas Mort’s Journal was written.&lt;br /&gt;Hayden was tempted to leave the journal and immediately start searching for a cure to the biobots. But a good detective had to examine all the clues. Besides, the journal might tell her were to find the cure. She flipped to a random page and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 23rd, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally managed to kill the old scientist, Cornelius Carnet! He was so smart, and he had made hundreds of wonderful inventions that he was going to release to the world. But I managed to destroy all of them, except for the blasted biobots. He always keeps them by his side. But today I killed Dr. Carnet. I stole his invention, the biobots, and manipulated them into killing people!  I hid the antidote in the graveyard, behind his headstone, so no one can find it... Later, at the Science Convention, I will put them in stores everywhere, and I will rule the world! Mu-ha-ha-ha. Now I must go, to practice my world domination speech. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hayden gasped again.  The phone call that she had received was probably from Dr. Carnet, just a few moments before he was killed. This made her angry and determined to find the antidote. The journal had said it was behind the doctor’s headstone. She grabbed her coat, and whistled to Max to follow her. She walked swiftly to the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;Freeze!” a menacing voice shouted.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; Doctor Tom Mort stood blocking the doorway with his heavyset frame. He wore a somewhat tattered, oversized lab coat and huge protective goggles that magnified his already large eyes. In one pale hand he held a pistol, which was pointed straight at Hayden’s heart. &lt;br /&gt;He took a few steps forward, and then fired the gun. Hayden dodged the bullet, and sprinted toward the door. But Dr. Mort was too quick. In the blink of an eye he had reloaded his weapon and pinned her against the wall. She was unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;“How much do you know about my plan? The doctor demanded. “If you’ve been reading my laptop, you know too much. It’s too risky to let you live.”&lt;br /&gt;Max bit Dr. Mort hard on the wrist. Max was usually a very friendly, gentle dog. But desperate times called for desperate measures. The bite succeeded in distracting the doctor so that Hayden and her pet could escape.&lt;br /&gt;They raced out of the house, down the street, and toward the cemetery. Rain splashed all around them. They were soaked to the bone when they reached the iron gates marking the border of the graveyard. Hayden could hear Dr. Mort behind her. She quickly flung the gates open. &lt;br /&gt;The graveyard was old and big. Hayden felt frustrated. How could she ever find Cornelius’s grave in this huge cemetery? She was just going to have to get lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, her dog raced across the grass. “Max, stop!” Hayden called. But Max kept running. Finally, he halted at a particular headstone. Behind it, a small vial of blue liquid was half-buried in the ground. It was the antidote!&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;A few days later the cure for the biobots was released to hospitals everywhere. Hayden was promoted to a new office in New York City. It seemed as if everything was fixed. But before the authorities could arrest Dr .Tom Mort, he disappeared. He’s still hiding somewhere, plotting new sinister plans. So watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-5378318215526801349?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5378318215526801349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=5378318215526801349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5378318215526801349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5378318215526801349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/03/biobots.html' title='The Biobots'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/ScE85_2vggI/AAAAAAAAATA/P1kQB-WlPZs/s72-c/evil_robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-5978841490861605090</id><published>2009-03-18T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:09:50.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7th Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/ScE469hxN9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4PQo4lU4qUw/s1600-h/IRELAND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/ScE469hxN9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4PQo4lU4qUw/s200/IRELAND.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314591620873664466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  The 7th Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dublin, Ireland &lt;br /&gt;Thunder crackled as 10 year old Bobby Brent lay in his bed. Since he had been a small boy he had always been afraid of thunder storms. This one had been particularly loud even though that it was mid fall. Bobby had 6 older brothers and all of them were stronger, faster and bigger than he would ever get to be. He always had been on the small side in his age group but, he used his agility and smallness to defend himself. Whenever Bobby had been injured by his brothers who constantly beat him up his dad would say,” Come on Bobby! Get up! If I went through this and survived so can you!” He also was the youngest of 7 but in his case he was one of the biggest and strongest in his family and no bully ever tried to pick on him.  Lately, Bobby had been having some weird dreams and the all of them seemed to be tied together in some way. Three nights ago he was wrecking a school, Two days ago it was the same place, and yesterday he was overlooking a deserted wasteland of what he thought to be Dublin. He turned over and gazed at the clock, 11:23 it had said. He thought he might as well have tried to get a little sleep and he silently drifted off into Dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;Almost half way around the world a man named Dr. Shutsup was getting ready for a conference that may be the one that should save his career. Several days ago the school he was principal of, St. Nathaniel’s School for Advanced Students, had suffered from massive vandalism attacks and had cut a hole in the budget of the school and the most important room in the entire 30 acre lot of the school, his office. When Dr. Shutsup had heard of this news the first person who reported it to him was fired immediately because he thought this was a practical joke and when he actually found out the person was re-hired. The man that he was meeting with was the man who was in charge of all of the schools in the entire Pennsylvania area. He was in charge of all of all of the funds and could pay for the repairmen’s that would need to be done. “Good morning!” said Dr. Shutsup, trying to sound a cheerful as possible but, by the look on Mr. Green’s face he thought that it would have been better if he had not tried. “Good day to you too.” Mr. Green said in his British accent. “Shall we discuss the major issue? What is the estimated repiarment cost?” Dr. Shutsup just sat there as if he were in a trance. He knew that the cost would be somewhere around $100,000 and he didn’t want to say it. “…………. Oh what was that you said? Mr. Green’s face turned a bright pink. “  What is your estimated total,” he said rather loudly and in an irritated tone.” The estimated t-total is a-about $100,000 uh sir,” Dr. Shutsup said and then tried to back himself by a war smile. Mr. Green did not seem to be interested.” Oh very well but I must see the security tape.”Dr. Shutsup subjected himself to Mr. Green’s terms and sent a student to fetch the security tape, and when he returned Dr. Shutsup pulled a long remote out of his pocket and pressed the first button at the top and then the wall that was in front of them had converted itself into a flat screen and Dr. Shutsup popped the disc into the slot and the picture faded to life. The only thing that you could make out was a long and tall figure and it was clear that whatever it was, it was causing some major damage to the building. “What the heck is it?!”Mr. Green said in astonishment as he saw fire fly from its hands or paws or whatever it had. “It has to be a supernatural creature to do that,” said Mr. Green. “Our students are working to try and discover what it is,” the doctor said trying to reassure Mr. Green. “Supernaturalism is our specialty and we have the best cutting edge technology sold today,” Dr. Shutsup said. “If anybody can find it, it would be us.” With that Mr. Green trudged out with a puzzled look on his face and his eyebrow raised. “Let’s get to work gentlemen.” Dr. Shutsup said. This was the beginning of a supernatural age of wondering and tracking, it all began with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-5978841490861605090?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5978841490861605090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=5978841490861605090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5978841490861605090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5978841490861605090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/03/7th-son.html' title='The 7th Son'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/ScE469hxN9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4PQo4lU4qUw/s72-c/IRELAND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-4847864907167934876</id><published>2009-03-18T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:08:49.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He’s Coming&lt;br /&gt;By Nolan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It all started on Halloween night, he went to bed for a little nap but his dream was clear as reality. Nolan was supposed to have a party. In this dream he was at the party. A rumor was spreading through out the party that the devil was coming. Luckily Nolan had gotten a device that could detect your body shape under your clothes. It was also rumored that the devil was amorphous. So the boy might have been prepared.&lt;br /&gt; Then, the guards were off duty, Nolan was scared. Suddenly he came in and every one stopped and stared. It looked like a regular man in a black as the night suit, blond hair, and a cheap smile. Nolan ran up to his room scared and as pale as the sandy beach. Nolan knew it was him.&lt;br /&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nolan had awoken from his dream. He felt sick and scared to have the party tonight, but he knew he had to.&lt;br /&gt; Later that night the party was going smoothly but he was still terrified.  Then suddenly he heard the screech of the door. It looked like the same guy from the dream. Nolan wasn’t taking any chances, he ran up to his room. It appeared that the guy was following him. He was. Nolan waited and watched on his bed. He was still there. Now finally………….       GONE! &lt;br /&gt; The party continued but Nolan was gone. He was never seen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-4847864907167934876?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4847864907167934876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=4847864907167934876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4847864907167934876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4847864907167934876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-coming.html' title='He&apos;s coming'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-1019838118588118620</id><published>2009-02-20T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:13:17.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts in the Attic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SZ7WmRH8Z9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/aZY0tjncMX0/s1600-h/attic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SZ7WmRH8Z9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/aZY0tjncMX0/s200/attic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304913364009117650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By: Safa&lt;br /&gt; The whiny scream of Susan gave her parents the notion she didn't want to move away, but it had to happen sooner or later. She moved on one of those stormy nights outside, every time the lightning would strike Susan jumped. Thunder rumbled across the sky as loud as an African elephant. There it was sitting on top of a hill Just the name of the town had scared her, Ghost Town was the name. There was a graveyard right behind their new home. As Susan lied in bed, she could hear a commotion in the attic. It was a very long night and the thunder kept waking Susan up. Soon it was over and Susan began to fall asleep when suddenly BOOM. Thunder crashed, Susan's heart was beating so loud you could possibly hear it a mile away. A loud rumbling night the loudest and most frightening night ever, well for Susan.&lt;br /&gt; Susan had been longing to go up to the attic all night, and now she finally had the chance. As she walked up the creaking steps, she could hear the pitter-patter of the rain on the window. She peered into the attic that had been maliciously damaged. Everything hadn't looked as bad as she thought it was. Something still seemed suspicious. Nothing in the attic could have made such a commotion, but maybe it was just the storm.&lt;br /&gt;  After breakfast, Susan's mother had taken her for school shopping. They had driven far because the town had been empty of any stationeries. School was starting in the fall and Susan needed all the right supplies. As soon as they reached home, Susan ran out of the car and went up to the attic with a few things she thought could help clean it up. She was planning on sleeping there for the night. When everything was tidied up, it was time for her to spend the night in her sleeping bag. At 2:00 a.m. Susan awoke and looked around the room to her surprise she saw a boy in the corner of the room playing with cards. She approached the boy and started to talk to him she had only learned four facts about him:&lt;br /&gt;                        His name was Ryan&lt;br /&gt;                        He is nine years old&lt;br /&gt;                        His mother and father died&lt;br /&gt;                        He spends his life exploring Ghost Town.&lt;br /&gt; Ryan had got up and started to climb the window, when Susan had shouted "Are you crazy, we're on the fourth floor if you jump out of the window you could die." “Maybe you could but not me," Ryan said. “What do you mean," questioned Susan. Ryan jumped out and Susan could hear his faint voice saying “You can't die twice." Susan was so frightened she barely noticed the cards he left. She picked them up and started to shuffle when she heard loud thumping noises and then a loud shriek. She dropped the cards and ran outside. Outside she met up with her mother and her father. "What happened?" asked Susan. "We don't know," said her father. "Let's go back to bed," her mother said. "If we hear it again will investigate," said her father.&lt;br /&gt;  Morning came by and they had not heard the sound again. Susan had her orientation at school. She met all her teachers and knew everything she needed to know about the school. When she went to eat lunch she saw something familiar. And then she knew what it was. She had seen Ryan. How could it be she thought. When she looked back he was gone. Then it hit her, you can't die twice meant Ryan was a ghost. She just knew it.&lt;br /&gt; When she got back home she asked her mother to sleep in the attic one more night. She saw Ryan and went up to him. She whispered "I think I have an idea of what you really are.” Ryan had spoken very softly "Yeah, it's about time you figured it out. What am I if you're so sure?" "You're a ghost," Susan said. "Why do you go to school when you are not even alive," she said. Ryan answered " I go to school for education." "Well you should rest in peace," Susan had spoken as if she rehearsed the words. “I have to go," Ryan said. “You’re not alive so is it possible you live in an actual house?” questioned Susan.  I don’t live anywhere, “I sleep in my grave.” Ryan had explained. Then he ran towards the window and jumped out, shattering the glass in the process. At that same moment Susan’s parents awoke and rushed into the attic and saw the big mess. They had questioned Susan what happened and she (lying to her parents) said she wasn’t sure. Then her mother noticed blood streaking down Susan’s night gown and saw a shard of glass in her right arm.  “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” Susan felt the pain. Her dad soon suggested taking their daughter to the hospital, and that’s exactly what they did. &lt;br /&gt; Susan had awoken the next day and found herself lying on as she called “patient’s all white bed”. When she looked at her arm she had found a large bandage or cast on her left arm. Lucky for Susan because she was right handed. The doctor said she was fine enough to go home and that the shard had fractured one of the bones in her arm and she had wear the cast for the next month or so. Her parents drove her home and that was the end of that. It had been two weeks and still no sign of Ryan. Then the day before school started Susan had decided to go find Ryan’s grave and see if he was there. She saw him skipping stones in a nearby pond with three other people or like Susan thought ghosts. She then went up to talk to him and he explained that he actually had been in the attic with three of his cousins whose names were Shawn, May belle and Rosalie. They all explained that a human can only see a ghost if the ghost wanted it to. They had a large conversation, then Susan remembered that her parents told hr to be home by 5;30. She left and so did the others. When school started they all became good friends and Susan got used to seeing them every day after school. That was the start of a long friendship. &lt;br /&gt; By the eighth grade they all knew each other very well and still saw each other. Then one horrible night when Susan went to meet with Ryan, Shawn, May belle and Rosalie, a speeding drunk driver hit Susan. Sadly Susan did NOT survive and by her funeral became apart of the ghost world. Crying faces around her Susan escaped her body and became a spirit. Her parents moved to Washington to start there life again, and she still stayed in Ghost Town exploring with the other 4 ghosts. She lived there for the rest of eternity, and that was the end.       &lt;br /&gt;                                               The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-1019838118588118620?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1019838118588118620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=1019838118588118620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1019838118588118620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1019838118588118620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/02/ghosts-in-attic.html' title='Ghosts in the Attic'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SZ7WmRH8Z9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/aZY0tjncMX0/s72-c/attic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2757593116248200940</id><published>2009-02-05T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:53:12.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYrvRi7I-6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/egks3o_dNHw/s1600-h/800px-Bleeding_finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYrvRi7I-6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/egks3o_dNHw/s320/800px-Bleeding_finger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299310996266482594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Blood&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It started out as a normal day. The sun was shining on the freshly dropped snow. I was happy to miss my school to go to the doctors to be the tester of the harshly named Glucose-Monitoring Tattoo. It wasn’t even a tattoo as much of it was an injection of tattoo like ink. Now since I am a diabetic, it may be able to help me keep it under control, but it is just a test. Some of my friends say that I was lucky to have a tattoo, but it wasn’t a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt; When we got to the doctors, they tested my blood to test my sugar levels. Then they numbed my arm and stuck a needle containing a black substance. After a few minutes they checked under an infrared light. I was definitely scared when I saw my skin go bright red, just like florescent. The doctor stared down and said, “ It worked I can’t believe it worked.” The doctor then took out a camera and a piece of paper, he took the photo of my arm than took a pencil and wrote, this is an 15 year old boy at the blood sugar of 99. Well it was worth it to go to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt; My mom was so overjoyed, that she let me skip the rest of school. She also took me out to my favorite restaurant, Quaker Stake and Lube. I can’t believe how happy she was.&lt;br /&gt; That night my injection sight started hurting at around 3:15 it was starting to bleed, the blood was black. Then my skin started turning a dark black and my muscles started growing. Then around the sight a red dragon appeared. The same color that it did under the infrared light. Then I started growing. All I was thinking about was killing. I was a monster. I ran through the wall and started destroying houses. I was tearing through walls and smashing down doors, I also was setting buildings ablaze. Then something hit me. It started growing in fire right in front of me, it was a missile. I staggered and fell over.&lt;br /&gt;I was then rushed to a hospital for a check up. Then they found the source. A doctor picked up a knife and amputated my arm, the arm with the dragon. Then, there was no blood, my skin turned normal, then the blood. It was coming in little bursts. I was under surgery when I woke up I was in the hospital with 1 and a half of an arm, then I knew what had happened. The Tattoo did this to me, but now I am fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2757593116248200940?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2757593116248200940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2757593116248200940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2757593116248200940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2757593116248200940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-blood.html' title='Black Blood'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYrvRi7I-6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/egks3o_dNHw/s72-c/800px-Bleeding_finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3556296007754421564</id><published>2009-02-05T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:51:53.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strange Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYru8UnG3pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wYXaWSIeJJw/s1600-h/240px-Mars_Hubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYru8UnG3pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wYXaWSIeJJw/s320/240px-Mars_Hubble.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299310631647108754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Brett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if there is really life out there, like on Mars or Jupiter? Well if you still wonder, STOP NOW, put this book down and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK if you really want to know, I have a story that I think you might like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts like this: I Brett Litzler was, and still am, just a boy at the age of 11. It was time again for the “great” scientist Dr. S. Marty to reveal his creation of the year. He called it the spacephone. It’s supposed to let you talk to aliens, but, as always I don’t believe it will work.&lt;br /&gt; On the day the creation was revealed the people of Avon Lake were amazed, “This is my greatest creation ever” said Dr. S Marty.&lt;br /&gt; “He says that for all of his creations” I said to my friend, Josh. But he was too amazed to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt; The next thing Dr. S. Marty said amazed everyone, even me, “I, Dr. Samuel Marty will not be building another creation, and instead I am giving up my inventing ways to become a full-time scientist to try to contact aliens. Also, part-time scientists don’t get paid as much. &lt;br /&gt; Then, Dr. S. Marty drove up the street to his lab on the hill. Josh followed him up the hill and, well, I just had to investigate. As soon as we got to the laboratory the scientist found us, “Great secret agent work,” I said sarcastically. “Hello,” said Dr. S. Marty, “Welcome to my lab. Did you come to see me jump higher than my building or do you come to congratulate me for making my spacephone?” “Actually we are here to watch you use your new device,” said Josh. I really wanted to go home but I wanted to stay with Josh this time. Maybe this contraption actually worked like it was supposed to. &lt;br /&gt; The second the Spacephone started up it shut off again…… but then…… all of a sudden the device started up again it started buzzing and humming and……….speaking yes that was not a mistake, S P E A K I N G. It talked in some alien language then, again, all of a sudden it broke down. After a while I said, “Let’s go home Josh it’s over.”&lt;br /&gt; It was not over. It really wasn’t over. In fact, that night, a strange little alien came in a ship, to the hill, and no more Dr. S. Marty. That morning another man came down to town, got all of the town folk together and said this: “People of Avon Lake, I am sad to say that Dr. S. Marty as been eaten, and I am happy to say that I will destroy you all and that I am claiming this land for Mars.” Well, the people of Avon Lake were very scared at this. Wouldn’t you be if you almost got abducted by an alien? Almost abducted, if it weren’t for what happened next. &lt;br /&gt;This part may not be suitable for the young reader.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks to Dr. S. Marty we were all saved. Oh, sorry you don’t know what happened. First he stuck his hand up the alien’s throat. Then it started choking and gagging. All of a sudden it threw him up, and then it ran back to his ship and flew away. &lt;br /&gt; Years later we all forgot about it……. Until he came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3556296007754421564?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3556296007754421564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3556296007754421564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3556296007754421564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3556296007754421564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/02/strange-little-man.html' title='The Strange Little Man'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYru8UnG3pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wYXaWSIeJJw/s72-c/240px-Mars_Hubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-7045228373329099892</id><published>2009-01-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:10:13.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nettler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYMmW6vY8vI/AAAAAAAAANs/IO5xkAXN3b4/s1600-h/HAUNTED_TRAIN_slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYMmW6vY8vI/AAAAAAAAANs/IO5xkAXN3b4/s320/HAUNTED_TRAIN_slide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297119761884836594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; One dark October night three men and an English bulldog in a Ford F-150 were speeding down Nettler Ave. Bruce the gravedigger in the local graveyard saw them and quickly called the police and told them about the speeding truck. When the police caught up, he told D.J. Donavon who was driving, Griffin Smith who was in the passenger seat, and Jacob Arnolds who was in the back seat to step out of the car. The officer was asking D.J. to show him his I.D. when suddenly out of nowhere a speeding train came out of the dead trees in the graveyard. The officers were astonished and took out their firearms. It looked like the train had no intention of stopping but at the last second the train came to a screeching halt. One ghostly passenger came out of the train. It’s blood red eyes shone clearly at Griffin, the officers could feel him shivering to the bone. One officer intending to put an end to this, shot the thing. That made the creature go on a rampage flinging gravestones and trees everywhere. The officers and the teenagers hid for cover behind the car when out came a gravestone crushing the glass and metal on the police car. They quickly called for backup and held their ground. Not long after the call several people came out of their houses to see what the noise was. One of the officers ran to alert the people of the thing on a rampage. When they thought all hope was lost the backup arrived. The Bulldog still in the truck ran out trying to attack the creature. It charged at it full force but when it went to attack it ran right through! Griffin told the officers he was going to hide behind his truck…. That was a lie. He was really getting his camera to get some pictures of the creature (intending to sell it for hundreds of dollars, and keep it all to himself) he got 7 shots but ran out of film. When the officers were in position, they shot rapidly at the creature, well that did it. The creature ran into Bruce’s old shack. The officers locked it up and had men watch 24/7. Several officers had gone to tell the people to go to the nearby hotel all expenses paid. That was the end of that terrible night.&lt;br /&gt; Back at the police station the officers interrogated the three men. They asked them tons of questions about the Nettler (named after Nettler Ave. because that’s where the creature was first sighted). Griffin never told them about the camera but dropped the camera on the way out. The officers knew he took some because they saw him take the pictures. They quickly had the pictures developed and saw the dark figure with a black robe, a rope belt, and blood red eyes. The officers had SGT Will Turner and his men come in to help them out. There was a huge discussion about whether it was human. But the police argued and had four reasons why it wasn’t human. One, they shot at it many times but it just made it more mad, two it couldn’t be a hologram because it picked up things, three it had blood red eyes, and four the dog ran right through it! So they all agreed it wasn’t a hologram, it wasn’t an animal, and it was nothing human. Turner agreed to help. Some of the officers were joking around that it couldn’t be a vampire because it showed up on the camera! Those men were quickly fired.&lt;br /&gt; Back at the Military H.Q. the four soldiers were gearing up for a war. They had everything from heat seeking goggles to boots that make you run faster, in their opinion they thought they were the Ghostbusters. They were ready for anything, or so they thought.&lt;br /&gt; Turner’s group consisted of four men, Bradford- heavy duty and explosives expert, Chan- Medic and weapons specialist, Kilgore- communications and hacking, and lastly Turner- the missions leader and sniper. When they got to the graveyard they relieved the officers of their duty and got into position. Bradford planted a C-4 charge on the door ready to blow it off. He heard Turner shout, “one…two…three… blast it!”. The soldiers ducked for cover just in time for the explosion. &lt;br /&gt; They waited, and waited, and waited but nothing came out. Finally Chan putting his life on the line went in. He came  out relieved to say, “There’s  nothing in there”. They were all puzzled. The men looked high and low in trees and behind bushes, they had no idea they were being watched. A man started walking toward the soldiers he was old with gray hair and a bag. That man was just in the local obituary, but the soldiers didn’t know. Bradford asked the man to please leave but he refused and pulled something out of the bag. It was a rock, he chucked it at Bradford right in the head! Chan sprinted as fast as he could, trying to get Bradford to safety. Suddenly the sky grew dark, which was strange because it was only 12:03 A.M. Then they saw the reason. The officers weren’t kidding around when they said it wasn’t human because it floated! Kilgore opened fired but like the officers went on a rampage. Finally Turner and Kilgore gave up and desperately called the police to bring ten police cars and an ambulance for Bradford whose wound was getting worse every minute. The soldiers each had a spot to hide from the Nettler. When they thought it was safe to come out everything got worse. The Nettler must have cloned the old man because nine more identical men with bags started throwing rocks. The soldiers had no choice but to shoot the guys. Each time they shot one it turned to dust. They shot the last one when the Nettler started shooting lightning out of its palm. Turner was shocked but was fine. The police finally arrived and the captain told Turner to shout when to go. Turner shouted with the last of his breath “Three…two…one…fire!” at least thirty officers were there firing all at the Nettler. When the officers were out of ammo the Nettler fell down to the ground. The Nettler had been defeated! He vanished into the ground never to be seen again. Griffin was sent to prison, D.J. married and moved to California, and Jacob became a successful chemistry teacher at Yale University. Unfortunately great victories mean great sacrifices, Trevor Bradford passed away and the graveyard was renamed the Trevor Bradford Cemetery after him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-7045228373329099892?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7045228373329099892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=7045228373329099892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7045228373329099892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7045228373329099892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/01/nettler.html' title='The Nettler'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SYMmW6vY8vI/AAAAAAAAANs/IO5xkAXN3b4/s72-c/HAUNTED_TRAIN_slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-4366612154833556082</id><published>2009-01-13T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:32:46.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWzQNQRrSkI/AAAAAAAAANY/fUKRMy7b0fw/s1600-h/dr3eam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWzQNQRrSkI/AAAAAAAAANY/fUKRMy7b0fw/s320/dr3eam.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290832588379474498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright and sunny day in Dublin, Florida, and Jacob was walking home with his friend Jay. Suddenly, Jacob’s enemy, Jake flew out of a nearby bush. He tried to trip Jay but missed. Then, he shoved Jacob and Jacob fell on the ground. Jake laughed and said “Happy birthday, there is your present from me.” &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Jay lunged at Jake and pushed him down. Once Jake got up he shoved Jay to the ground and said, “What are you going to do, tickle me.” Jay then got very angry but Jacob whispered “Leave it to me.” While Jay argued with Jake, Jacob snuck behind him and threw some mud at him. When Jake figured it out, Jacob and Jay were running away together.&lt;br /&gt;As Jacob and Jay are walking home, they celebrate. After they reach their neighborhood, Jacob and Jay go to their houses. They are neighbors so they don’t have to walk too far separately. When Jacob goes in the house he finds that his loving and kind mom (Michele) wrote a note that said “Jacob I’m sorry I am late but your sister Lani’s ballet lesson ended later than usual.” A couple minutes later his mom arrived home and prepared his favorite snack, apple slices with homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;At 9:30 p.m., Jacob’s mom and dad tucked him in and said “Sweet dreams your birthday is tomorrow.” That night, Jacob had the most unusual dream. His dream started out on the ocean, where he was flying above it. Suddenly, he spotted land and flew towards it for he had not seen any other land. This land looked like it was growing.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his younger sister Maya shook him and said “Wake up sleepy head it is 9:30 a.m. already and we are eating your favorite food, pancakes.” Jacob jumped out of bed and quickly went down the stairs. “Happy birthday, it’s a fine Saturday” said his dad (Rich) when he saw him. As Jacob was eating his pancakes his mother was talking about his birthday party. &lt;br /&gt;When 2:00 p.m. came, Jacob’s friends began to arrive. First, Jay came and wished Jacob a happy birthday and gave him his present. Then, all the other people came and played with each other until it was 4: 00 p.m. Jacob’s mom said,” Come on everybody, let’s go outside.” When all of them were outside, they saw Jake nearby, calling “I’m so fast, I bet I could beat any of you.” Since Jay was a very fast runner, he replied, “I will race you.”&lt;br /&gt;So the race was set.  Whoever touched the tree would win the race. When Jacob shouted “Go” the race began. At the start, Jay was in the lead, but since Jake was a bad sport, he put on a burst of speed and pushed Jay from behind. Jay was too fast for Jake and beat him. Jake stomped off and said, “I’m glad I will not see any of you losers any more since I’m moving.”  No one at the party ever saw Jake again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-4366612154833556082?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4366612154833556082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=4366612154833556082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4366612154833556082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4366612154833556082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWzQNQRrSkI/AAAAAAAAANY/fUKRMy7b0fw/s72-c/dr3eam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-1346944545903664756</id><published>2009-01-09T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:13:40.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Green Barney and the Giant Atom Smashing Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWd3sIvXdYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QfWZ4Nq1N7A/s1600-h/lhc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWd3sIvXdYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QfWZ4Nq1N7A/s320/lhc1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289327887514039682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a magical turtle that had a very smart grandma who knew how to cure cancer with magical beans but she needed Barney the turtle’s atom smashing machine.  So Barney had to go to his grandma’s house and carry the machine with him.  But the machine weighed 2 tons and Barney could only lift half his size, which was 500 pounds, (Barney was a Galapagos turtle).  So Barney had to call his cousin Dora the anaconda.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora was very smart and she invented a trebuchet that could fling the machine to grandma’s house, but Barney said, ”It might break the atom smasher.” So Dora and Barney had to go through the BIG scary woods, which were filled with giant evil flying sock monkeys!!! (Which threw used gym socks). So, Barney and Dora packed their things and headed into the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only one mile to grandma’s house but it took a long time for a snake and a turtle to hike a mile.  It was only a short time before they saw a sock monkey. The sock monkey asked if they knew the secret password.  Of course they did not know it because they had never gone this far into the woods before.  So Dora said,” I don’t know.”  The sock monkey said, “Go ahead” and let them pass.  (Everyone knows the password is always I don’t know).   But little did they know they were being watched by a BIGGER sock monkey, who was meaner and tougher and everything in-between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pair kept on walking and soon the met another sock monkey who had a riddle.  He called it the monkey’s riddle.  “What is yellow and scrumptious.”  Barney said, “That’s simple, a banana!”   The monkey said “No, a peeled banana.”  “Well if you didn’t want us to know the answer why did you tell us?” replied Barney.  “Darn it!” The monkey said and flew away.  But the big evil monkey was still watching them, but they still didn’t know about him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora and Barney just had to turn one more corner to get to grandma’s house when all of a sudden THE giant evil monkey appeared.  “AHHHHH!”  Cried Barney and Dora, “Oh, it’s just you.”  The monkey really wasn’t evil; he was really one of grandma’s science friends.  You see, the monkey was only evil to strangers but grandma had told him about Barney and Dora, and grandma had told Barney and Dora about the big evil monkey.  So the monkey said, “What you got there?”  “An atom smashing machine, Grandma needs it to cure cancer,” said Barney.  “That’s great news, I’ll let you pass now.  Bye!!”  And off Barney and Dora went.  “He’s so much nicer in person.”  Dora remarked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Barney and Dora reached grandma’s house they told her all about their adventures in the woods.  She found them very interesting.  Then they went inside and hooked up the machine.  Grandma inserted the magic beans and the atoms and pressed ON.  Then BOOM!!  Now the beans gave off a green glow, but they were perfectly harmless.  Then everyone cheered because they knew it worked.  So grandma invited every animal in the world to a party with chicken wings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-1346944545903664756?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1346944545903664756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=1346944545903664756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1346944545903664756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1346944545903664756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-green-barney-and-giant-atom.html' title='Big Green Barney and the Giant Atom Smashing Machine'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWd3sIvXdYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QfWZ4Nq1N7A/s72-c/lhc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-202779368273725220</id><published>2009-01-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:55:20.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWTQVuCtMlI/AAAAAAAAANI/7ty64QpNot8/s1600-h/BlackHole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWTQVuCtMlI/AAAAAAAAANI/7ty64QpNot8/s320/BlackHole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288580933995016786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;My name is Eva. I will tell you a story about my twin friends Artemis and Apollo Diakos. They are named after the twin Greek gods Artemis and Apollo. They are almost complete opposites, but get along great. Apollo has bright white hair and blue eyes and is five feet five inches tall. He is very strong. This Diakos twin is smart and friendly. He is into technology and plays soccer. Apollo loves the sun.  Artemis is 5 foot inches tall and has pitch black hair and green eyes. She is very fast. Artemis is also smart and friendly. She enjoys reading all kinds of books and plays basketball. She is also a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.  The Diakos twins each have lots of friends. They make a great team.&lt;br /&gt;˚˚˚&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Black Summer&lt;br /&gt;By: Eva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in June we were outside playing in my backyard pool, when my mom called us inside to get dressed to watch the first ever run of the LHC (Large Hydrogen Collider). So, we dried off, got dressed and went in my living room to watch the countdown for the run.&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 minutes of last minute checks, they finally got down to the five minute countdown. When it happened, they were interviewing one of the workers. What happened you asked? Well, the LHC had been running for about 10 seconds and all was going well, but then we started seeing smoke in the background. After about 30 seconds of that, there was an explosion. The LHC had exploded. All 17 miles of it! Suddenly, the ground started to rumble like a small earthquake. On the TV screen we saw something that looked like a black hole! All of the equipment, cars, people, etc. was getting sucked into it. Even parts of the ground were getting sucked into it. Where the ground was gone, there was just space. It was nothing. The black hole was getting bigger and bigger. Then, I felt some force pulling on me. It was the black hole. When I got sucked into it, I found myself with the LHC, all its workers, and my friends. There was even part of the Earth. The only difference was: it was burning hot and there was no sky. All of a sudden, some FBI and CIA agents came out of nowhere. They asked where they were. Apollo told them that we were in a black hole. Then, out of the blue, we started moving at light speed. Now it was freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;After about 24 hours, everything was in its place. All the houses were in the black hole and all the people who were previously on Earth. The only difference now was that the temperature was changing randomly. It would go from -20 degrees to 150 degrees in a matter of 2 seconds. Artemis, Apollo, and I tried to go to sleep, but couldn’t so we went outside. Artemis spotted one of the CIA agents that we had seen earlier and we all went to her. We knew she would be smart because she was in the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency), so we asked her where in this new place we could find the LHC’s new location. She told us and when we got there we saw lots of workers and scientists and reporters on the scene. We found the person in charge and asked if we could get a closer look. He said we could. Now Artemis and I were just going to look because we knew we wouldn’t get anywhere with this complicated technology. Apollo was the expert technician of our group. While he was examining the damage, Artemis and I looked around. We saw about twenty news crews, each interviewing at least one of the workers. When we went back to the place where Apollo was, he said that the LHC wasn’t going to be fixed very easily, but that the repairs wouldn’t be very complex either. He was very smart though, so something that wasn’t complex to him might be completely confusing to an average adult. It seemed as if this was the case now because the workers were saying that it may take them months, even years to reverse the LHC and take them back to their normal place in the solar system. Apollo estimated that it would take him under 2 months to fix it by himself.&lt;br /&gt;By this time, my dad had found out that we were gone and he figured that we would be here. He had already seen us and was heading our way. So, he took me back to my house and the twins back to theirs. The next day, Apollo had double-checked his theory and was on his way to meet some of the main workers who knew everything about the LHC. He left at 10:00 and was back by 2:00. Apollo and the workers had revised Apollo’s plan to adapt it to the LHC, and they had figured out that if 50 people worked on it simultaneously, they would be done in 20 days. Now lots of people had already died from the extreme temperatures and many more would die in 20 days if some sort of suit or something wasn’t invented. So they had also decided that before any work was done to reverse the LHC, all inventors and scientists were to help create a suit that could withstand -700 degree weather and 700 degree weather. They chose those temperatures because nothing that extreme had happened yet, but who knew? Maybe it would go down or up that far.&lt;br /&gt;And boy were they right about that estimate. In the next couple weeks it got down to the -300s and up to the 300s. I figured that if I kept rising and dropping that drastically, in the next two or three weeks people would be dropping like flies.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the scientists came up with a heat/cold suit and were able to start working on the LHC. By this time it was mid-July and half of our summer was ruined. I was desperate to get back to our normal place in the solar system. Apollo was gone for around six hours on a daily basis now, and so Artemis and I really didn’t have much to do. One day Apollo asked us if we wanted to go with him to the LHC work site and see what he was doing everyday. We were bored so we said yes.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the worksite there was about 50 people working and 50 people observing. I guess most people had gotten bored of watching by now. By the end of Apollo’s “tour” I had seen why. Half of the stuff you couldn’t understand and the other half was boring. Artemis and I decided to say goodbye to Apollo and go back to my house. We had determined that watching TV and reading were more interesting than walking around here.&lt;br /&gt;It went on like that for about 3 more weeks. Artemis and I sitting around all day, trying to find something to do. Finally one day Apollo came home with good news. They had fixed the LHC and were going to run it tomorrow. Hopefully it would work and our miserable summer “vacation” would be over.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the suspense was horrifying. I desperately wanted to go back to our normal place in the solar system. I was so sick of these suits. Plus, the gravity kept changing now. One minute you were on the ground, the next minute you were fifty feet in the air. The twins and I were at my house again and again watching the LHC run.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went like the last time. After about 20 minutes everything started to get pulled out of the black hole. Again there were pieces of the Earth missing before everything fell into its place.&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooooooo happy to be back in Earth’s rightful place. But I didn’t have much time to enjoy it. School started the next day. Great summer huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-202779368273725220?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/202779368273725220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=202779368273725220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/202779368273725220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/202779368273725220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-summer.html' title='The Black Summer'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SWTQVuCtMlI/AAAAAAAAANI/7ty64QpNot8/s72-c/BlackHole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3282607125380893520</id><published>2008-12-16T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:51:12.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus and the Bus-Sized Spies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgGrGIDQWI/AAAAAAAAANA/UTUU3WvXa9M/s1600-h/scary_bug%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgGrGIDQWI/AAAAAAAAANA/UTUU3WvXa9M/s320/scary_bug%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280477900540428642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus and the Bug-sized Spies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday afternoon, Marcus Morris was sitting at the dinner table, chomping on a granola bar. He had had a busy day because his seventh-grade class went on a field trip to see the Declaration of Independence. Even though he was in seventh grade, he was only 12. A bunch of his classmates didn’t like him because of that. They thought he was nerdy and childish and they picked on him. Marcus’ classmates would pull pranks, and say names, anything to make him feel bad. He had learned a lot that day about the Declaration of Independence: every person that wrote it, who wrote the most, and the Founding Fathers. He thought it was very interesting, but it was hard to concentrate because his fellow classmates were laughing about his patched clothes.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Marcus Morris walked into school, happy to learn. Every morning he is ready for a new challenge. BUT… that morning he did not know what was in store for him. As he was unloading his homework supplies from his backpack, he sat down. He did not look down on what he was sitting on, though. His so called “friends” had played one of the biggest pranks on him. “Owww”! he yelled. He had landed on a thumbtack. He was so furious that he felt like punching the person that put it there.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus decided to show his classmates that he’s more than just a nerd. He returned home that afternoon, as mad as a bull. He told his parents that night, what had happened that day, and they told him that the kids were just jealous. His parents were very proud of him and they think he has accomplished a lot. But still, Marcus wasn’t sure about it. He thought that he should make some sort of “secret” laboratory to experiment. He figured that the best place to put it would be in a place where nobody would find out about it. “ Hmmm”, he thought, “just where will I put it”. “Oh well, I should probably just get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when Marcus woke up, he had the greatest idea. He would put his lab in a little space in his basement, and create bug-sized spies. After school that day, Marcus got straight to work. He had it all planned out: first, he would make the body, then, the head, and after that, the wings and antennae. This experiment would take many months, but Marcus was proud he had thought of this idea. He wasn’t sure if he should tell his parents about his idea because they might scold him for using their basement for a laboratory. After a couple of days, he finally had the guts to tell them. “Mom and Dad, I think you should know that I have created our basement into a lab. I plan on creating bug-sized spies and giving them to the U.s. Military so that they can spy on their foes in the war”. Marcus was glad because his parents handled it well and they were very proud that he would do that for their country.&lt;br /&gt;It took months and months for Marcus to create the little spies, but he had finally done it! He talked to the U.S. Military over the phone, and shared what he had made. They were very impressed with Marcus’ spies and they offered Marcus $1,000 for the spies, but he told them that he didn’t want the money. He had learned in a book that “ the good man takes the money for his idea, but the great man declines”. He figured that he would rather be the “great man”. When he got back to school, his classmates,( now friends ) were congratulating him. They had heard the great news on their televisions. These compliments boosted Marcus’ self confidence and he has many friends now. He is remembered greatly at his school, and all throughout town. Marcus and his family live happily ever after without being picked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3282607125380893520?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3282607125380893520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3282607125380893520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3282607125380893520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3282607125380893520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/marcus-and-bus-sized-spies.html' title='Marcus and the Bus-Sized Spies'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgGrGIDQWI/AAAAAAAAANA/UTUU3WvXa9M/s72-c/scary_bug%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3487704432383210965</id><published>2008-12-16T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:49:17.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgGN2dkMOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rEEcBAqrmGQ/s1600-h/1215gm_volt_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgGN2dkMOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rEEcBAqrmGQ/s320/1215gm_volt_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280477398119493858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electric Car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seven o’clock on a Monday morning and Rick Hart was sitting at his counter reading the newspaper. He looked at his wife and said, “will you look at that, the gas prices raised by twelve cents.” His wife just laughed and said, “don’t worry, we have enough money to pay for gas.” Rick said, “ if the gas prices keep raising like that we will have to worry about money. “ Well, I have to leave for work I will see you when I get home.” Rick kissed his wife on the cheek and left to go to work. On the way to work Rick called his friend Bob Luck. When Bob answered Rick asked, “ did you see the paper today?” Bob answered, “ yeah why?” “The gas prices raised twelve cents,” Rick screamed. Bob said, “I’ve got to go, by. At work, the buzz was about the gas prices. About half way through the day, Bob’s boss called him into his office. He sat him down and said, “ I need you to find a way to make a car that runs on a re-chargable battery. Bob just looked at him with a blank face and said, I’ll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bob got out of his bosses office, he called together all of the people who make some part of the car. He told them just what his boss told him and he said he wanted them working on it right away. For the rest of the day Bob started drawing out ideas for the car. When he got home he called Rick and told him about the car. Rick was excited and he told Bob to tell him about all of the features when they were set. For the next week or so, Bob worked very hard on all of the car’s features. After about a week or so, Bob visited his boss again to see if he liked his ideas. When Bob walked in his bosses office he sat down and told him about the car. He said, the volt can go up to 40 miles on an electric charge alone and about 400 miles using an onboard gas-burning generator to recharge it’s lithium-ion battery. A lithium-ion battery is supposed to be like a giant cell-phone battery. Also, an overnight charge is supposed to use annually less energy than a typical refrigerator. Another thing is, it will have a touch-screen display vehicle information and Bluetooth capability for cell phones. It will also have a touch screen climate and infotainment controls and an optional navigational system and an onboard hard drive for maps and music storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bob was about to leave his boss told him he liked all of the technical stuff but he needed to know more about the car itself. Bob left that day feeling very confident about himself, but he knew that he needed more details for his boss. That night Bob’s wife asked him how it was going with the electric car. He said that he wasn’t telling anyone but his boss about the car until it was done. His wife just agreed with him and went on with making dinner. For the next two or three weeks Bob was rarely doing anything but working on the car. He barely talked to anybody but his wife. After Bob was done with more of the details he wanted to show his boss but he had to wait a week because his boss was gone at important business meetings. The first day Bob’s boss was back he rushed to work to tell him about the details of the car. Bob told his boss this, it was a four door car estimated to be about the size of a Toyota Prius or the upcoming Honda Insigt. All of these cars share some characteristics. It is also supposed to have a short and rounded nose, an arched roofline and a tall back. Also, it consists of 17 inch Goodyear tires that will be fitted into the production version. One more thing is, the recharging port will be located under the side mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next month Bob supervised the crew making the volt. Then one day Bob’s boss called him into his office and told him that they had to get wrapped up with making the volt because this whole time Toyota had been making an electric car too. When Bob told everyone this a lot of people started working day and night to get the car done. When the car was almost done something very bad happened. A tornado struck and wiped out the whole area where they were making the Volt. Luckily, the Toyota plant got destroyed too. It took about a year to rebuild the building but it turned out to be even nicer than before. The bad thing about the tornado was the almost finished Volt got completely destroyed. It was very depressing to all of the people who worked on it see it get destroyed. It was even worse because all of the papers about it were in the bosses’ desk and got destroyed. It took about six months to rebuild the car because all of the people working on it remembered what they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two years after the tornado, Chevy announced that they were going to release the Volt onto the market. Also, after the tornado Toyota stopped trying to make their electric car. When the Volt first got released, people were still questioning it’s quality. After about a half of a year, people started buying the volt like crazy. Some people were saving up to 1,000 dollars a year by not having to buy gas. After the Volt started getting very successful, Bob’s boss moved his job up to a higher level which meant he made more money. Also, Rick bought a Volt and was very pleased with how it turned out along with many others. Even though disaster struck, Bob still fought through it and became very successful. It turned out that the Volt became the best selling car ever to be released into the market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3487704432383210965?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3487704432383210965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3487704432383210965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3487704432383210965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3487704432383210965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/electric-car-by-brad-it-was-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgGN2dkMOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rEEcBAqrmGQ/s72-c/1215gm_volt_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3153758220634312548</id><published>2008-12-16T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:47:40.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geobot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgF0kofRaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8ryTZbKqm0g/s1600-h/mad_scientist%5B1%5D.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgF0kofRaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8ryTZbKqm0g/s320/mad_scientist%5B1%5D.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280476963836741026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geobot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Morgan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a kind but crazy scientist named Alan Word. He lived in a small town named Wonderl. The year is 2020. He is in his hilltop house. In the basement is his lab. He has been working hard on his latest experiment, GEOBOT! Finally the day has come where he can finally test his experiment. It is Halloween night and there is a full moon outside. It is thundering and lightning. Geobot is hooked up to a machine by lots of wires. Suddenly a streak of lightning hits Alan’s house. Geobot begins to sit up. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH” Alan screamed. He ran up the stairs and right out of that house never to be seen again. &lt;br /&gt;Geobot, as he had as much knowledge at that point as a new born baby would, was puzzled. He looked at himself. He was hideous! With a bucket for a head, light bulbs for eyes, and one shoe and one boot for feet. He understands now. No wonder Alan ran away so terrified. Who wouldn’t? Gaining more and more of the knowledge that Alan had put into him (It takes a while for it all to sink in), He made his way down the hill to the rest of Wonderl. By the time he was there he was as smart as an eighteen year old man. &lt;br /&gt;It was the middle of the night so nobody in the town of Wonderl was outside of their home. Geobot went up to the first house and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He did the same to every other house in Wonderl. Still, no one answered. Geobot was too tired to go on, although he was discouraged, so he laid down and fell asleep on the cold, hard ground. &lt;br /&gt;The next morning Geobot was awakened by a scream of a child. “Monster” cried the poor child and ran off. Before long all of the townspeople were gathering pitchforks and torches. They went over to Geobot and circled him. He was surrounded! He was filled with anger as well. All he wanted to do was make friends! What did it matter how he looked? Terrified that he would be destroyed, Geobot ran away. “I’ll be back” he thought, “and they’ll be sorry!” &lt;br /&gt;When night fell again Geobot burned down the Wonderl church, school and post office. He also vandalized many of their houses. “If they want to be that way then so will I” he thought. When the sun rose the people of Wonderl saw what Geobot had done. Now it was their turn to be angry. The men tracked down Geobot by following his footsteps. They were about to throw him out of town when a little girl, not much more than four or five years old, came up to Geobot. She gave him a few little flowers that she had picked. He smiled. Now the others realized that as long as they were kind to Geobot, Geobot would be kind back. They also Realized how wrong and mean they had been. From that day on everybody was treated the same in Wonderl, and they all lived happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3153758220634312548?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3153758220634312548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3153758220634312548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3153758220634312548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3153758220634312548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/geobot.html' title='Geobot'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgF0kofRaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8ryTZbKqm0g/s72-c/mad_scientist%5B1%5D.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3434291430725094696</id><published>2008-12-16T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:39:06.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Aliens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgD1LARW5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/4tCuwgtMkcE/s1600-h/aliens%2520giant%2520alien%2520face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgD1LARW5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/4tCuwgtMkcE/s320/aliens%2520giant%2520alien%2520face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280474775113784210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIANT ALIENS&lt;br /&gt;By Trey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a wet summer day in Seattle, Washington, brothers 8 year old Greg and 12 year old Thomas Bedriv were playing Nintendo Wii when they heard a thunderous noise south from their house. They asked permission from their mom to see if they could ride their bikes to see what was going on. When they got there, they saw a colossal crater in the meadow. Then, about 500 aliens to what looked like the size of a large building, arose from the crater. The brothers sprinted and hid behind a huge bush about 20 feet away. After to what seemed to them 2000 aliens with metal suits with weapons on them. came out of the crater, a giant alien bigger than the rest came out of it. The giant alien had a big suit with loads of weapons and guns on it. After they saw him, they became even more frightened and Greg started to cry, thinking to himself “I’m going to die I’m going to die!” As soon as the brothers could not see the aliens anymore, they rode their bikes home as swift as they could.&lt;br /&gt;The brothers tried to tell their mother about the aliens they saw at the field, but she would not believe them. Just then, on News Channel 5, their mother saw the aliens destroying some of the skyscrapers downtown on the television. Then, she screamed, “Greg! Thomas! I saw the aliens on TV! We need to hide in the basement!” The boys ran downstairs in a scurry. The family was so terrified, they all started to cry. In the meantime, their father was rushing home as fast as he could, ran in the house, and called, “Honey! Kids! Where are you guys?”&lt;br /&gt;“We are down here!” they called. The boys perked up a little bit. The boy’s father rushed downstairs saying, “Thank God you guys are alive! Hundreds of people have died downtown!” When the boys saw their father, they ran and gave him a hug. The family waited for about 2 hours. Then, they found an aged radio. Thomas went and picked it up, brought it back to where the family was, and turned it on. It worked! They turned the rusty knob to the news station. They heard the reporter, Mary Gadfrok, whispering about the aliens. It sounded like she was outside, maybe hiding from the aliens. She said they were a maroon color, with horns, big yellow eyes, 4 arms, rough skin, and about the size of a 2 story house. &lt;br /&gt;In the field where the aliens were, the aliens were destroying everything in their path. They were getting closer and closer to Downtown Seattle. When the wave of aliens got to where a bunch of foliage was, (This was where Mary the reporter was hiding!) The aliens simply destroyed it, like anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Bedriv house, the radio signal was instantly cut off, and about 10 seconds later, they heard a stomping noise. The family started to get worried again. They went upstairs to see what as going on, which probably wasn’t a very good idea. The family saw the 200 aliens and the huge one leading them. The huge alien announced, “ I AM SEDFUS, LEADER OF GREGHIR RACE. WE HAVE CAME TO THIS BLUE AND GREEN PLANET BECAUSE OUR HOME PLANET HAS USED UP ALL OF OUR RESOURCES. THIS PLANET LOOKED LIKE A RICH PLANET, SO WE HAVE DEPARTED HERE, IF YOU DO NOT GIIVE US RESURCES, WE WILL DESTROY YOUR WONDERFUL PLANET. WE WILL KEEP DESTROYING UNTIL YOU GIVE US EVERYTHING WE NEED.”&lt;br /&gt;The Greghirs and Sedfus kept destroying skyscrapers. Then, the president arrived with the Secret Service and the U.S. Military protecting him. The president told Sedfus, “If you and your minions do not leave now, we will destroy you and everything you have.” This made Sedfus mad. He yelled, “FINE. WE WILL NOW DESTROY YOU WITH OUR PLANET SPLITTER. MINIONS, KILL EVERYONE. I WILL GO GET THE PLANET SPLITTER.”&lt;br /&gt;This made the family very frightened. They tried to run back to the house, but a laser ray killed the parents. The brothers were in the basement for a half an hour. Then, it came to them they need to do something to save Earth. They ran out of the basement, seeing almost everybody was dead. They stealthily ran to Sedfus. You may think they would have died, but the Greghirs killing everyone used up all the ammo. Another reason they did not die is because the Greghirs are extremely slow. The brothers reached Sedfus, climbed on his suit, and Sedfus didn’t even realize it until the brothers were on his shoulders. He shook his body trying to shake them off, but he couldn’t. The brothers saw a hold in his suit. Crawled in and messed up everything inside. This made Sedfus’ suit fall off and show he was nothing more than a small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made all his minion run back to the ship, and fly away. The Bedriv brothers have saved the planet Earth. A week later the brothers were awarded a medal for saving the human race. They received it from the vice-president. (Remember, The president died!)&lt;br /&gt;It took almost 30 years, but the human race had reached 6 billion population.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3434291430725094696?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3434291430725094696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3434291430725094696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3434291430725094696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3434291430725094696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/giant-aliens.html' title='Giant Aliens'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgD1LARW5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/4tCuwgtMkcE/s72-c/aliens%2520giant%2520alien%2520face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2713528800898292868</id><published>2008-12-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:33:31.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scary Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgChSNt5OI/AAAAAAAAAMg/N4jgYUCyEM4/s1600-h/bank_teller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgChSNt5OI/AAAAAAAAAMg/N4jgYUCyEM4/s320/bank_teller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473333940217058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scary Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One normal sunny day on March 30, 2008, everyone was doing what they normally do on a Saturday afternoon. Everyone was so bust running errands and finishing up their Easter shopping, they didn’t even notice anything strange going on, especially at the bank. &lt;br /&gt;Ellen Fisher despised working as a bank teller at this time. Everyone was withdrawing money from their accounts to spend on nothing but pure junk for Easter gifts. Why not just give the joy of the holidays? Ellen expected this to happen for she had worked at the bank for 35 years. She didn’t notice anything either but her instincts were telling her something strange was going to happen. Symptoms of this feeling were that someone was watching her. Someone bad, bad enough to steal money from a bank, someone ingenious. &lt;br /&gt;Katie and Sean Lartomida were tiered out. They expected this too. With all the commotion going on at the stores, people were getting hurt, there were lots of fights about who had that parking spot first, and even robberies were taking place. As they were driving down Main Street, Katie had the same feeling Ellen did, except she wasn’t as worried as Ellen was. She was a crime investigator of the Portland, Oregon police. She was armed if any one attempted to approach her. &lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go,” Said Richard. The algae were released into the vent by Robert. Richard and Robert were like Robin Hood except the other way around. They stole from the rich and the poor and gave to themselves. Their latest crimes took place at a bank. They had gotten tiered of trying to find peoples houses to steal from. They had traded their phone book for a police car. That was the reason they hadn’t been caught yet. The real police thought that they were just another police car on patrol. They had come up with ingenious plans. Their plans hadn’t exactly worked, so they took their latest plans from the Internet. They had found their most brilliant plan yet. They were going to take algae, shine a flashlight onto it (which they had stolen from Lowe’s), and put it in a wall vent at the bank. Inside the millions of one-celled creatures living on the algae, sunlight’s energy trips a molecular on-switch. The algae’s tiny, whip-like tails start to thrash, turning their bodies toward the the life-giving light, and releasing a chemical that causes paralysis. When it comes out the vent at the bank it will cause the people at the bank to freeze, so the burglars can steal the money without anyone stopping them. Richard and Robert plan to go all over town doing this. &lt;br /&gt;“YOU IDIOT,” Said Richard in a husky whisper. “That was our last piece of algae.” “Now we can’t steal any more money with this plan.” &lt;br /&gt;“Calm down!” Said Robert. “I’m sorry about the algae but look our plan is working.” &lt;br /&gt;“So it is,” Said Richard. “Let’s run and get the money on three.” “One.” “What comes after one?” &lt;br /&gt;“Two,” said Robert. &lt;br /&gt;“Thanks,” said Richard. “One Two Three” The burglars ran in and stuffed tons of money into their sacks. &lt;br /&gt;“Hold it right there,” said Katie and Sean in unison. The burglars were shocked. The algae and run out and this was the first time they had been caught doing a crime. &lt;br /&gt;The burglars gave up. They didn’t have a defense against the crime detectives. After they left, Ellen, who had been in her office, came out and was petrified. “I knew I had a sixth sense,” she thought to herself and smiled. &lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2713528800898292868?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2713528800898292868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2713528800898292868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2713528800898292868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2713528800898292868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/scary-saturday.html' title='The Scary Saturday'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgChSNt5OI/AAAAAAAAAMg/N4jgYUCyEM4/s72-c/bank_teller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-1754943073121721941</id><published>2008-12-16T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:32:12.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit Robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgCMx99xLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YBlX4Pf8EQ0/s1600-h/bear_robot_main_components.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgCMx99xLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YBlX4Pf8EQ0/s320/bear_robot_main_components.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280472981686830258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit Robot&lt;br /&gt;By Brennan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert stood at the bus stop waiting to go to school. Not that he liked it; he just wanted to get it over with. All of the kids at his school would make fun of his false arm he had needed when he got into a car crash when he was only 200 years old. (This is in 2500, by the way. People live a lot longer than you do now.) Luckily he had an old fashioned mind chip invented in 2008 that allowed him to move his false arm like a normal arm. He tried to talk his parents into getting him a high-tech one, but they wouldn’t have it. They said his old one was “perfectly fine.” &lt;br /&gt;At school, Robert had to endure having paper airplanes thrown at him, and have spitballs shot at him. He went through a boring day of jaunts and jeers. He learned tiring mathematics and sleep-inducing social studies. When it was time for science he somehow managed to blow up another piece of expensive equipment, and he would be paying for it. He went to a machine that transferred his allowance to him. He had to give up all of his allowance ($28,956.00) to pay for the equipment. At the end of the school day, there was a distant boom. Robert didn’t care, because it was finally time to go home. &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on the other side of town, a scientist was working on a robot that was designed to do your chores for you. The robot’s shell was finished, all that needed to be added was the power supply and the computer chip. When that was finished, the scientist stood back to admire his work. Suddenly, a cold chill swept across the room. The scientist felt a presence, but he didn’t see anything. Then a thin wisp of smoke appeared and hovered over to the dormant robot. The smoke disappeared into the robot. The robot sprang to life and shot a rocket at the scientist. He dodged it, but it hit a bottle of chemicals, and there was a bright flash, then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Robert was walking home when a shadow passed over him. He looked up and saw a shape flying through the sky, but he was too tired to care. Then he heard a clang. He turned around, and saw a robot pointing a rocket launcher at him! Robert dodged the rocket, and it hit a bush. There was a flash, and the bush was gone. It had been vaporized. The robot never stayed after the first flash, unless it hit its target, but it would always come back later. Robert was so shaky he could barely make it home. &lt;br /&gt;The next day wasn’t any better. One house and three people had been vaporized. The robot hated Robert the most, and it came back for him three times. Robert had to pass through the square to reach school. “Just my luck,” He thought. The robot was shooting randomly in the middle of the square! There were bright flashes everywhere. He tried to dodge them, but one hit his false arm and all that was left of the arm was the chip. As he caught the chip, he had a brilliant idea. He dodged the rockets and rolled between the robots legs. He jumped up and slammed the chip into a crack in the robot. “Stop,” he thought. The robot stopped. “Jump,” he thought. The robot jumped. His idea was “If the chip helps me move the arm with my mind, why not the robot?” He told the robot to go to his house and do all of the chores. There was a growl, and a wisp of smoke came out of the robot and floated away. The robot flew away, and Robert went to school. News of what he had done had traveled fast. No one teased him about his arm. One person even offered him a new one.”This is going to be a great year” he thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-1754943073121721941?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1754943073121721941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=1754943073121721941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1754943073121721941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1754943073121721941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/spirit-robot.html' title='The Spirit Robot'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SUgCMx99xLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YBlX4Pf8EQ0/s72-c/bear_robot_main_components.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2116064818046304538</id><published>2008-12-12T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:28:17.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poisonous Seaweed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SULJVZog0AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DbKoky9qVMI/s1600-h/048seaweed_468x313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SULJVZog0AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DbKoky9qVMI/s320/048seaweed_468x313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279003082726887426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Poisonous Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;by Ally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy, cold night in Chicago on October 23rd, but that didn’t stop the two boys who leaped out of an apartment door on 24th Street, raced down the road, made a left turn at breakneck speed, and finally slowed and stopped at a deserted alley. &lt;br /&gt;The alley was like any typical Chicago alley. The pavement was wet from rain, there was graffiti etched on crumbling brick walls, and shattered old beer cans lined the path with bits of sharp glass. At the end of the alley was a house. The house once may have been expensive because of the overlook of Lake Michigan. Now, however, it was abandoned and useless. The windows were cracked, the paint was peeling, and the weathervane was battered and broken. One whole side of the house was broken in, with large, deadly chunks of pointed wood sticking out in every direction. The one remaining shutter flapped and fluttered in the breeze like a ghostly green bird. The once wonderful view of the lake now only showed the toxic, reddish slime that the large body of water had become, a deadly, still mass where no fishing, swimming or boating would ever take place. It was perfect haunted house material.&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys shoved the other one. “C’mon, you know what we said! Twenty minutes, no flashlight. Don’t be a chicken!” The other boy remained doubtful. “Chicken! Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk!” Finally the other boy took a slow step forward. The moonlight reflected on his pale, frightened face. His blue eyes shone with horror and his blond hair appeared to be white in the dim light. He gulped, steeled himself, and took another step forward. Slowly, he inched himself to the front porch, took a deep breath, and then opened the door and stepped inside.&lt;br /&gt;He was met by a humongous crystal chandelier, fallen from the high arched ceiling. Its glass bulbs tinkled in the draft, making an eerie clinking. Beyond the foyer which housed the chandelier was a dining room with a large oak table. Next to that was a hallway with marble pillars and to the left of the hallway was a living room with expensive couches. But the boy didn’t even see the living room and hallway. He had eyes only for the dining room and, more precisely, the oak table. The table was set for one. The house had been abandoned for twenty years!&lt;br /&gt;The boy gave a piercing scream and turned to the door, grasping the handle, but it would not turn! He screamed again. One by one, the glass bulbs on the chandelier burst, spraying the screeching boy with bits of glass. Then a rasping voice said “Well, well,” and the boy passed out.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;It was pitch black in the room. The bed, nightstand, dresser, and desk were submerged in complete darkness. The unconscious boy, who lay in the corner of the room, moaned and twitched, then lay still again. Suddenly the door swung open and light flooded into the room, coming from a lit candlestick in the hand of a ghastly man. The man was grinning maliciously. His hair was black and he had a large, pointy mustache. His thin body was quivering with excitement. Behind him, a mangy Doberman shuffled along. Look what we have here!” exclaimed the man. He kicked the boy awake. The boy huddled, whimpering with fear, in the corner. The man’s boot collided with him another time. “What’s your name?” He thundered. “l-l-Luke,” the boy stammered. “I’m the great Dr. Calmen! “ What are you good at?” The man yelled. “Snowboarding and skateboarding,” replied a very nervous Luke. The man scowled, and then a grin slowly overcame his face. “I have a use for you!” he declared. The door was slammed shut on Luke. Dr. Calmen hurried to his lab. He knelt over his tubers and wicked potions, pouring, mixing, stirring and cackling madly. All through the night he poured various liquids and added clumps of evil ingredients with a stench only Dr. Calmen could stand. Finally, after working for eight straight hours, he stood, stretched, and cackled once more, staring at his hideous creation. He had a vat of green acidic fluid that bubbled and churned like a miniature sea. The vat was fifty sizes larger than a large bathtub. Dr. Calmen suddenly opened a trapdoor set in the bottom of his laboratory. Inside was... seaweed! Tons of stinking, smelling, wet seaweed occupied a circle room one hundred feet in circumference. Dr. Calmen walked over to the side of the room and pressed a button. The vat fell over, and all the awful goo tumbled in a tormenting river into the hatch and onto the seaweed. The odor it produced was so awful, and the air so thick with acidic smoke that not even that wicked scientist could stay in the room much longer. &lt;br /&gt;So Dr. Calmen rushed upstairs. Humming quietly, he prepared dinner for himself. Remembering Luke, he grabbed a piece of bread and filled a glass with sour milk. He rushed upstairs to feed his prisoner the small rations. Once he and Luke had both finished, Dr. Calmen went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Luke was starving. According to his watch, it was 2 p. m., and all he had had to eat and drink in fourteen hours was a piece of bread and a glass of sour milk. What was more, he was scared to death that he would never see his family again. Suddenly, he heard loud barking, he rushed to the window. Peeping out, he saw his corgi, Duke, loyally barking at the house. “He must have tracked my scent,” Luke thought. Uh-oh- duke would be no match for that Doberman! He tried to warn Duke by shouting “go away!” through the window. It was a big mistake. Upon seeing Luke’s face, Duke just barked louder. It was too late. The Doberman rushed out and attacked Duke. Grabbing Duke’s lifeless body, it trotted back into the house. As Luke sobbed, the door suddenly opened. Dr. Calmen stood in the doorway, looking angry. He tossed a sprig of lettuce, a piece of cheese, and a water bottle. Then he took a jumble of iron from his massive lab coat pocket, and proceeded to handcuff and chain Luke in the most uncomfortable way possible. He left Luke sobbing desperately, the food already devoured.&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs, Dr. Calmen was watching with satisfaction as a large truck with ‘Harrison Beauty Products’ inscribed on the side dumped his tons of seaweed in to the back of the truck. They finished, gave Dr. Calmen the check he had earned for selling his seaweed, got in the truck and spread away. You may be wondering why beauty products would have anything to do with seaweed, but it happens that seaweed lotion is one of the best things for your face. Dr. Calmen marched inside smiling evilly. He would give it two days for the poisonous seaweed disease to spread.&lt;br /&gt;Those two days were the worst of Luke’s life. After three of the worst meals he had ever received and a day and a half had gone by, Dr. Calmen came in and placed a huge birthday cake and a whole gallon of orange juice on the floor and left. Luke’s eyes lit up and he lunged for the cake... but found he could not reach it. The evil man had positioned the chains so Luke could not reach the cake. He had simply put it there to torment him. Luke screamed in frustration. &lt;br /&gt;After the two days were up, Dr. Calmen turned on the television. The news was stock full about a spreading disease which caused people to have strange bruises covering their back, then to go into a coma and die. Grinning, Dr. Calmen picked up his phone and dialed 911. &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Olleireuam, top detective, zoomed down the streets of Chicago in her gray unmarked police vehicle to the address the man had said... a strange address indeed. Something was definitely fishy if the address was ‘in the alley between 2323 Dark Street and 23023 Dark Street’. So she had bought along fourteen of her best cops. Pulling into the alley, Dawn stepped out of the distasteful van (she would have preferred one of her seventeen limos) and marched purposefully toward the old door. She grasped the knocker and rapped twice. Only a few seconds later, the door was pulled open by a man in a tuxedo with a broad, thick mustache. “Please, please come in me lady,” he drawled in a strange accent. ‘Would you allow me to take ze coat?” Dawn handed him her four hundred dollar fox fur coat. “Take a zeat in the dining room, would you, and wait for me to begin my story. Would you care for zome tea?” asked the strange man. Dawn glanced around the run-down home skeptically. If this was another hoax, she would resign. Who would dare try to trick Dawn Olleireuam! “Ze tea is ready, me lady!” The man called to Dawn. ‘Now, let me begin with my tale. I am positive that you vill find it very helpful. One day I vas valking home from vork when I zee the strangest...” “Where do you work?” interrupted Dawn. “I vork zelling beauty products of zeaweed to Harrison’s Beauty Products.” I have given them a vat of me best seaweed just two days ago-vhen ze trouble began. You zee, I vas valking home from vork, and I just happen to zee ze strangest man. He is all dressed in black and his head is bald. He has a hoop piercing in his left ear. What is even stranger is zat he has no right ear, and a very big beard. Now as I walk along, zis strange man happens to follow me. He follows me until I get to my house, and I’m very afraid now. Zo, I take out my zell phone and start to call you. But before I can do zo, zis man tackles me! “No police saw you?” Asked Dawn. “Vell, ve vere in my alley. Anyways, zis man tackles and my zell phone falls down ze gutter. Zo I zay, zis a crazy man who broke my very expensive zell phone. Then I zay, stop it right now! Ze man does not listen. He zay, I can see you are not the right person to spray my disease upon, and I zee zat he has a spray bottle full of green liquid. Zen he dashes avay, and I rush inside, and call zee cops, and you come!”&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there! A likely story you have spun up for me here. Do you have any proof of what happened? And I have some questions for you, too. First of all, how can people have a disease in a spray bottle? Second of all, how can a cell phone fall into a gutter? Gutters are on the roofs of houses, not on the ground. Plus, I’m going to call up Harrison’s Beauty Products and ask them if you have ever sold them some ‘zeaweed.’ Wait, I don’t even know his name! Guys, I’m ninety nine point nine percent sure that this is a hoax. Handcuff him; figure out his name and a few other things about him; ask him any questions you might have and mine. I’m going to search for some clues. &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long day for Dr. Calmen, and Luke. Dr. Calmen had been interrogated all day, weaving a web of lies based on his story and trying not to trip over the threads that made up the web. He had very closely escaped spending the night at the jailhouse. As for Luke, he had spent the day in Dr. Calmens’ hidden room beneath the laboratory. There were some gobs of green water in some places, and Luke made sure he didn’t go near those places. This left about three feet of space for him. To make matters worse, it stank so bad he had to plug his nose for fourteen hours. &lt;br /&gt;Even more unlucky, Dr. Calmen was ready to unleash his evil plan upon Luke. He marched Luke back up to the room, but instead of chaining him he ordered his Doberman to attack the wall. Luke watched, confused and astonished, as the dog ripped away the wood. Soon he came to some piping, and stopped obediently turning back to his master, his muzzle bloody and tongue lagging. The evil man strode toward the broken section of the wall. He ripped out a piece of the pipe with inhuman strength. Snarling, he turned and banged Luke hard on the head, in a specific spot that could cause... “Where am I? Who am I?” asked Luke... amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Back in her office, Dawn was reading the newspaper. Things were looking grim for Chicago. She better organize herself. Tackle things one at a time, Olleireuam, she thought. First thing: the Cubs lost the game, again. Second thing: A boy had gone missing. The boy had lived on 24th Street, and disappeared October 23rd. Memorize that address! Third thing: the disease that the strange man had talked about was serious. The whole city was in severe quarantine. The people who had not yet acquired the disease were requested to wear strange bubble suits, and no one was allowed on the streets or out of the city. The disease caused people to have strange bruises appear on their backs. These bruises would scab over, and then the person would go into a coma. Fourth thing: the strange man. She had discovered his name was Lester Tenneco, and he had a son named Quentin who wasn’t home. Quentin was twelve years old, with brown hair, blue eyes, and dimples. The man refused to say Quentin’s whereabouts, a fact that still troubled her. She had called Harrison’s Beauty products, and they said that a man named Lester Tenneco had sold a batch of seaweed two days ago who lived in the right location. Dawn tried to make connections between the problems. Cubs are bad because of the sickness? The sickness is because a kid disappeared? Dawn finally came up with one that might work, but before she could check it, the phone rang. “Hello, this is Dawn Olleireuam,” she said. As she listened to the voice, a look of concern spread across her face. “I’m on it.” Dawn said urgently then she hung up and spun around. She strode over to her laptop and started to type. While she was waiting for one site to download, she started to check her connection again. It was unlikely, but possible. She would have to do some investigating later today. &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Calmen finished telling Luke-Quentin, now-his new identity. He stood up, stretched, and marched out of the room, instructing Quentin to follow him. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. “Hello, Miss. Olleireuam. I do believe I have some new information Quentin seems to have picked up. Please come soon. What? Aren’t you a very high-ranking detective, you should be allowed to roam ze streets, even in zuch peril. Very well, then.” He hung up. &lt;br /&gt;Soon Dawn pulled into the alley. She had finally been allowed her limo. She had ordered a patrol of eleven cops into the building before her, and she was surprised to discover two new people. The first was Quentin. Quentin had black hair and brown eyes. Uh-oh, this would not fit her connection! Calm down, Olleireuam. The second one was a disheveled man with a cigar in his mouth. He had no right ear. Upon seeing Dawn, he grunted meditatively. Quentin stepped forward and recited in a strangely mechanical voice. He said “I was walking home. I saw a man. He had no right ear. He is here as you can see. I thought he was strange. He had a spray bottle full of green stuff. His name is Tom Livel. I told my dad. My dad told the police. The police took him here, to my home. My home? Huh...” ‘Quentin that’s enough. Quentin is a little... strange.” explained Mr. Tenneco. “Now you must make your choice. This strange man with a spray bottle who fits my description completely, or me! You should know the right choice.” “I do.” Said Dawn solemnly. ‘I believe that I should convict... Tom Livel.” The police stepped forward with their handcuffs. Then Quentin suddenly started to shout: my home! This is not my home! No- 24th street, alley, dare, chandelier, dog, chains, cake, pit, people, ripped open wall, super strength, Quentin!!!! No-not Quentin! I’m Luke!!!! He dyed my hair and gave me colored contact lenses. Suddenly Dawn understood. This was the missing child! Her connection was correct! “All right, so-called Mr. Tenneco, you’ve got some explaining to do!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;After Dr. Calmen had come clean and Luke had been returned to his family, everyone was happy. Dr. Calmen had been interrogated again, but this time he told all the right answers, including how he made the potion which started the disease. It turns out that since so much arsenic was in the lake, all Dr. Calmen had had to do was add a few more ingredients and the seaweed became dangerous. It was also discovered that in earlier experiments the doctor had gave him super strength. However, Dr. Calmen did not fight back. He gave them the antidote. He said “This will stop the disease, but I have no idea how to give it back to everyone,” he said. “I just might have something for you,” said Tom Livel. “An idea: you could pour some in a lake. It will eventually evaporate and rain upon the citizens. We could request all diagnosed outside when it rains.” “Good idea,” said Dawn. And so, after six months the city was cleared of the disease, with only about a hundred people dead from the epidemic. Dr. Calmen was put in a highly protected jail cell. Dawn was paid and with the money bought yet another limo. Luke was also paid, but his mother made him put it in the bank. Tom Livel became a doctor. The house in the alley was knocked down, and the epidemic left just a small scar on the great city of Chicago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2116064818046304538?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2116064818046304538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2116064818046304538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2116064818046304538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2116064818046304538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/poisonous-seaweed.html' title='The Poisonous Seaweed'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SULJVZog0AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DbKoky9qVMI/s72-c/048seaweed_468x313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-129105507349376599</id><published>2008-11-21T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:17:26.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil Rover by Shane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSbs9N15-xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FeGRLHXXkRc/s1600-h/rover.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSbs9N15-xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FeGRLHXXkRc/s320/rover.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160950315678482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;The Evil Rover &lt;br /&gt;                                By Shane &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was a kid named John he likes school but everybody calls him a nerd. He knows allot about technology and he acts nice and he helps other people if they need help. Some of the people calls him names accepted one person. So well John was in school getting his books a bully comes and he sad tell what the answers are for the math test Derrick said and John said NO!! So then the bully punched him and then he left. A new student named Jack he came over and he said are you alright “he asked?”.             &lt;br /&gt;            Then John got up then he said yap I am alright. Then Jack said I am new at this school can you help me find my looker “he asked?” Alright “John said?” you know what jack what said jack you should come over today jack said. But can I call my mom shrew he said.                 &lt;br /&gt;             Did you now what there is a kid that always at lunch and sits alone. You know what jack said what he replied I think that we should go to his table and eat with him. That is a great idea last does it. Jack said that now I have to go to math ok John said I have to go to technology of bye. So as Jack went to math the bully derrick came and shoved Jack in the locker for the rest of the day. Then he finally got out and went to John and told him what happened. So as they both walked to John’s house they were thinking of how to get back at derrick. But then he asks what town is this? Then John said Sudbury. Why he asked. Just wandering. So they got back to the discussion and they decided to not get back at him. So now they are at John’s house. So they went in and Jack called his mom and asked if he could stay his mom said yes.&lt;br /&gt;              Thank you mom I love you bye. So they went in his room and started to do there homework. &lt;br /&gt;After they were down with there homework Jack asked if he can have some water and John said ok. So John went down stars and got him a glass of water when he got back up stairs Jack was just sitting there and he said thanks for the water. No problem said John. So after that the lights started to flicker on and off. Then the lights just turn off then everybody was running out side then John and Jack ran out side they looked ever were nothing was going wrong. Then Jack said look at the sky there is something happening there is a big ball coming down from the sky. They ran in side and took cover and down it came BOOM!!!!!!!! It has hit the school and the bully was running away he past the school and said there is no more school but the he had picked up the bully and threw him. &lt;br /&gt;The kid Jack said that looks like the new rover and John said that is the rover. It has started to dig in the gowned and it is looking for something but now it is picking up houses and throwing them. Jack and John went out side and then the rover was chasing after them but then the John and jack hid in bushes down by the lake. Then the rover tripped in the water and Jack and John was laughing. Then the rover got back up and ran away to go find what is looking for the thing it needs. So then John and Jack ran home as fast as they can and went to John’s room and turned on the news and watched it but the news was saying smoothing scary about the rover and how it got out. So then Jack told John to look out side there was army tanks and army people shooting the rover but the rover was mad so it picked up two houses and threw them. &lt;br /&gt;So then the army guys ran away from the rover then the rover found a little crystal and then left. Then John was wandering why was the rover looking for a crystal? &lt;br /&gt;He wandered. It was late at night so Jack went home and ate dinner. So did John then they both went to bade. The next morning Jack came over and said hery up and look at the news. So John did and it said there will be no school for 3 or 4 months. The town is racked and people are scarred and that it will come back. So later that day we’ll they went back to the lake to see if they could find anything? Nothing? &lt;br /&gt;So they walked back and then Jack trepid something has coat him he has twisted his ankle. Then John helped Jack up and then he was feeling better and wheal they were walking home the rover came back and then a lot of people were running away so was Jack and John they ran back to the house. There were wandering what they should do? So then Jack said that my dad has a tracker devise that reaches about 58 feet in the ground lets go grab it. But we have to watch out for the rover.&lt;br /&gt; So they went and there are almost there but then the house is destroyed by the rover and Jack’s parents are dead. But then he started to cry. But he could only find his mom dead. So he goes to the back of his yard still no sign of his dad. Now he left and went back to John’s house and they decided to think of a way to destroy it. So we’ll they are going back to John’s house they see the rover and then they started to run away. The rover did not see them. Then Jack figured out how to destroy the rover he said. They decided to do that. Two hours went past they think they have the bomb dune. So they made two just in case if it works. So they went down stairs and look out the window and John’s parents just got stemmed on from the rover. Then John got really mad then started to cry.&lt;br /&gt; So then they went back out side and tested it worked. They went to the front yard and wandered were they should put the bomb. Then John said we should put the bomb on the back so it does not see us ok John said Jack. So we’ll they were running to the rover it left. Aw man we were so close. So they went back in the house to hide. &lt;br /&gt;They looked out side and Jack saw his dad. They ran out side and said dad when he got back that was not his dad. The man said ran away. The rover came back and Jack was running in the house he said john the rover is back. They both ran out side. They attacked the rover but the rover did not feel anything. The rocket went of and the rover could not do anything about it wants it was in space it had exploded in space. Then everyone came out and said that’s Jack and John was a hero then the bully stopped making fun of John.&lt;br /&gt; Then Jack saw his dad and said I love you dad. But I thought you were died. No said jacks dad said I was hiding when urn mom died. But were did you go? I was hiding in a tree. So the Johns parents were dead so the Jacks dad was gone a tack car of Jack and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;strong&gt;  The end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-129105507349376599?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/129105507349376599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=129105507349376599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/129105507349376599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/129105507349376599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/evil-rover-by-shane.html' title='The Evil Rover by Shane'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSbs9N15-xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FeGRLHXXkRc/s72-c/rover.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3876985214002904793</id><published>2008-11-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:08:30.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Big Trouble by Brad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSbq8N2VlYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QfohV2fe34A/s1600-h/hippie+zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSbq8N2VlYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QfohV2fe34A/s320/hippie+zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271158734114362754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Big Trouble&lt;br /&gt;By Brad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One normal day in Quahog Rhode Island on May 18, 2223 I was walking up the street and ran into a few people in my grade. I am not the most popular person in school, so they pushed me down and I broke my arm and fractured my leg. After I got back from the hospital, I saw a big object that seemed to be coming toward earth. I thought nothing of it and went down into the basement to play video games. I heard a huge crash then I yelled “Mom are you okay.” So I walked upstairs and no one was home. &lt;br /&gt;I walked outside and nobody was out here. “Man, it is the quietest I have ever heard it outside. Usually there are children outside running around yelling and screaming” I told myself. I saw the mail man I said hi he seemed to be sick or something because he didn’t answer me and I always say hi and he says hi back. So anyway I started walking down the street. Still no one was outside as I walked about 1 mile down the road. &lt;br /&gt;I saw my only two friends, Tyler and Matt and they were walking and I asked what was going on they had no idea. Tyler is a kind but arrogant kid he says he is a lady’s man but no one believes that. He has blonde and kind of red hair. Tyler isn’t the smartest kid but he is still one of my best friends. Matt is of the greatest sports players that is my age. He too has blonde hair but his isn’t red like Tyler’s.&lt;br /&gt;They told me they were looking to find out where their parents were. We continued to walk and we saw a bunch of people by a big object. We ran down there and saw them kneeling and mumbling something but we couldn’t understand what they were saying. The really weird part was they all had afros. “What’s with the knife’s and guns that they have?” I asked. They said that they must have turned into evil hippie zombies and we all started to laugh. We all thought it was a joke. So we all got a little closer but still didn’t understand what they were saying. &lt;br /&gt;I looked for about 2 or 3 minutes then I finally found my mom and asked what was going on but she just look at me with a look that I usually get when I was in trouble. She started to look at the big silverish black object again. I didn’t even think to look at the object at the time. Now I was really suspicious. So I finally thought to look at the object then I asked my friends “Isn’t that the Hobble Space Telescope?” then in a joking matter they said yeah whatever nerd. Then I said no I’m really serious about this. All at once everyone looked right at us three. We were all trouble makers so we thought it was a prank they were pulling on us so then we said ok you can stop this prank now. Man, they are extremely at good pulling sick and scary pranks.&lt;br /&gt; So we scarily and slowly walked home and every person in all of Quahog, Rhode Island started to follow us. But they were walking just like zombies. You know the kind of walk where your legs don’t bend and your hands are sticking out just like Frankenstein the movie.  This was just like the scariest movie ever made but happening in real life. &lt;br /&gt;“Um guys I think I need another pair of pants mine are kind of wet now” I said jokingly. I found my mom and asked her again getting angry now what is happening. She said in a low scary voice “We have been turned into zombies but not just any zombie, EVIL HIPPIE ZOMBIES.” I laughed then said like that could happen. Everyone stopped just like someone had hit a pause button on a remote that controlled the people of earth. Then all of the sudden I started getting chased by what seemed to be the whole world. This is the fastest I have ever run in my life. I even have a broken arm and a fractured leg. It hurt really badly but I had to keep running or I would of been dead meat. So once I get to my house Tyler and Matt were at my house and we locked all the doors and boarded up all of the windows in my house. I heard a noise that sounded like a person beating on a drum over and over. We hurried up and ran downstairs. Then turned on the news and the people on the news said the Hobble Space Telescope had crashed today in Quahog, Rhode island. Then you see a green gas come across the screen. It seemed like some type of toxic gas they got up and started too walked like a zombie. We all started to scream and run around. After we calmed down, I made a plan. We started to make some type of special gas. It took me 4 hours now there are about 10 times the people that were there before. &lt;br /&gt;We heard a noise and went up stairs “They are getting in,” “Oh no we are all dead” Tyler said. We all ran downstairs which is ruined now because I spilled some of the special gas, but we can deal with that later when everyone is back to normal. They are starting to get downstairs and they still have all of their guns and knives. We all hid behind the couch. After about ten minutes they found us. I got out from behind the couch and Tyler and Matt followed. Soon I saw all of the people in my basement. &lt;br /&gt;First Tyler got his head chopped off by a machete by Bruce Willis. Next Matt got shot in the heart with a 12 gauge shotgun. It looks like I’m the only person on earth now. “Please don’t kill me,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.  Well apparently they didn’t hear me and started coming at me like a bunch of ants going to a lollipop. Finally after about 3 minutes I got shot with an A.K. 47. I landed on the table and the special gas spilled and everyone turned back to normal but in about but apparently the gas had something toxic in it. In it 5 seconds everyone died except Chuck Norris. He wasn’t an evil hippie zombie because he’s to good. But the world was to light so it started to fly toward the sun. Chuck Norris tried to roundhouse kick the sun but the sun was to powerful. But he landed on the earth and it crashed into the sun and blew up. After a long hard life Chuck Norris finally died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3876985214002904793?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3876985214002904793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3876985214002904793' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3876985214002904793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3876985214002904793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-big-trouble-by-brad.html' title='In Big Trouble by Brad'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSbq8N2VlYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QfohV2fe34A/s72-c/hippie+zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-1420969098438573720</id><published>2008-11-19T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:36:03.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Lady of Shamalonga by Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSSU0bb2vHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9IG6JdgNVyY/s1600-h/rural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSSU0bb2vHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9IG6JdgNVyY/s320/rural.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270501092369022066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;The Green Lady Of Shamalonga&lt;br /&gt;       By: Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the very night of October 13th there was a gathering of a whole group of people to see if their friend Amy Black’s new invention the Holographic Storage Disc would work.  Amy is a very sweet, kind and innocent person. All of Amy’s friends were gathering in this place to be respectful to her. She really wanted to impress her husband and most of all her boss.&lt;br /&gt; The group gathered to watch “The Green Monster” on her disc; they noticed something very strange in the middle of it. A lot of things went wrong with the invention. It started getting all oozy and gross as they were watching very shocked for what they had just saw. the green lady that was in the movie at that very second came out of the screen. She was hideous!!!!!!!!! She was brown with bright neon hair, almost as shiny as a star with her long neon green hair she came out of the movie and gave a humongous Rohr.  Everybody become scared and all the men and women and children ran out as soon as they could. The only person that was left was Amy.&lt;br /&gt; Then the monster Victoria they called her in the story for short she gave the Rohr again,” RAHRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! It sounded like the screeching of nails on a chalk board. Victoria then started going around and killing all the men just like she would do in the movie. A while after that, there were only 50 men left in the little town Shamalonga, South Africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria had killed Amy’s husband and then Amy soon found out. Amy said “why did this have to happen? If it wasn’t for me making this horrible machine this wouldn’t have happened.” Amy was devastated so Amy got really mad and went crazy.  When Amy went home she heard this terrifying noise that reminded her of a stalker. The woman said “Come to me, I will tell you everything even where your husband has gone to” and it was Victoria. Amy didn’t know what to do. She panicked and she just said “Go away I don’t want anything to do with you ok so just leave me alone after all that you did to me. You killed my husband you big jerk!!!!!!!!!!!” Then Victoria yelled back “I didn’t kill your husband I kidnapped him and he is somewhere you would never think of” Amy replied’ “where did you hide him tell me please I’m begging you.”Victoria then states “I will tell you if you help me kill the rest of the men in this town.” Amy agreed to the horrifying task. After Victoria gave back Amy’s husband, they went to do the horrible task then Amy remembered something what kills the horrible monster. The monster gets killed because of the heart and soul. Then Amy said “I will not have you take anymore of the men in this little town” and she made a sacrifice, she killed herself by stabbing herself with a stick that was near by. Everybody was sad for a while but then Victoria died. As she die she kind of melted and all of what was left of her was this grody looking green slimy goop. Everything went back to normal except for Amy’s husband but other then that, everything went back to normal  and the town remembered Amy forever. &lt;br /&gt;She will forever be a town hero. &lt;br /&gt;                             The end  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-1420969098438573720?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1420969098438573720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=1420969098438573720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1420969098438573720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1420969098438573720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-lady-of-shamalonga-by-jenny.html' title='The Green Lady of Shamalonga by Jenny'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSSU0bb2vHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9IG6JdgNVyY/s72-c/rural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-4998697501471366440</id><published>2008-11-19T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:05:36.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Fairies by Devan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSRHM8PFE0I/AAAAAAAAALw/VhQQjA7WGAI/s1600-h/mars.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSRHM8PFE0I/AAAAAAAAALw/VhQQjA7WGAI/s320/mars.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270415751583699778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Attack of the Fairies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are sweaty and my heart is practically thumping out of my chest.  I’m a fourteen year old girl named Lola, who is about to step onto the Rybo 03 which is a rocket that will land on Mars.  This extraordinary trip will give us ordinary people a chance to see what only astronauts have seen in space.  It takes me a while to put my special suit on, and then I anxiously wait in my seat.&lt;br /&gt; 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Blast Off!  My head feels as though somebody is squeezing it, my skin is being pushed back as though I was in a wind tunnel.  Finally we are high enough in orbit to move about the cabin.  I take my first look out the window and can see the Earth below me.  It looks amazing as it gets smaller and smaller by the minute.  &lt;br /&gt; We’ve finally landed and are here on this new planet.  As I take my seat belt off, I suddenly begin to float up in the air!  I try to grasp onto the handle on my seat, but my hands are so sweaty that my grip slips.  Then I bump my head into the ceiling and float back down to the floor like a balloon.  I quickly grab onto the handle and pull myself back into my seat.  As we start to exit the Rybo 03, my heart starts to pound.  As I take my first step on to the planet, I look down at the footprint I left in the reddish soil.  I stop for a moment to take it all in.  All around me there is something new and exciting to see.  There are stars and planets to look at, and the sky is so black that it looks never ending.  As I start to explore the planet, I see two little creatures sitting on a large boulder.  I slowly start to walk toward them.  Just as I take a step forward, they dart behind the rock that they were sitting on.  I really want to know what they are, so I try to think of a way that I could get them to come from their hiding place, if they haven’t already left it.  So I take out the slice of bread that I had in my pocket and tear off a tiny piece for them.  Then I quietly start to walk toward them, waving the piece of bread in front of me.  Just as I am about four steps from the rock, my whole body freezes.  I start to wonder if I should be interfering with these creatures.  What if they aren’t as kind as they look and hurt me in some way?  Instead of taking my chances with them, I gently throw the piece of bread toward them.  As soon as I hear the light thump of it landing, the two tiny creatures jumped out from behind the rock and leaped straight into my trembling hands.  While I was holding them, I got to get a closer look at them.  They were the cutest things I had ever seen, and seemed to be some sort of fairies.  As I stroked their delicate little wings, they felt like the smoothest velvet.    By then, my hands had stopped shaking, and I was calm.  I thought about taking them with me, but decided that it wouldn’t be right to take them away from their home.  In addition to that, I figured that they would probably die in the process.  Then just as quickly as they had appeared, they had vanished and were no where in sight.  In disappointment, I sluggishly walked back to the rocket where most of the people had gathered, including my parents.  We waited a while for the rest of the people to come back.  I was really bored and wanted to find something to do.  As I looked around, I thought I saw some of the creatures that I was holding earlier, but they didn’t seem as kind looking as when I was petting them.  They actually looked very fierce and vicious.  As I looked all around us, there were fairies surrounding us on all sides.  My heart started pounding again and my hands got cold and sweaty.  I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.  As I tapped someone on the shoulder with my shaking hand, they said, “Child have you seen a ghost or something because you sure are pale?”  I pointed to the fairies that surrounded us on all sides and she shouted out, “Oh my goodness, they are all around us!” Soon everyone knew about them and it was complete chaos.  Then as fast as they had assembled, they were charging at us with full might.  As they came closer, I realized that there were more than I had thought there were. I guessed that there were probably only a couple hundred, but there were more than five million.  All their tiny wings buzzed like hummingbirds.  We tried to fight them off, but there were too many to defeat them.  Their sharp teeth sunk deep into our skin and pieced through many layers.  Then, we all got on to the rocket and took our seats as fast as we could.  As we were sitting there in our seats, you could hear their sharp little teeth against the hard metal covering of the rocket.  Then all of a sudden there was a huge blast of fire and we lifted up off the planet and were heading home.  As I looked out the window, I could see all the little fairies screaming and throwing their hands up at us to leave and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;  To this day, I can still remember how I had sat with the delicate little creature in my hands stroking its soft wings like you would hold a new born baby, and thinking about how harmless it was, how adorable it was.  But boy was I wrong about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;By: Devan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-4998697501471366440?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4998697501471366440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=4998697501471366440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4998697501471366440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4998697501471366440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/attack-of-fairies-by-devan.html' title='Attack of the Fairies by Devan'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSRHM8PFE0I/AAAAAAAAALw/VhQQjA7WGAI/s72-c/mars.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-4221302176289844233</id><published>2008-11-18T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:12:05.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mistaken Trip to the Future by Peg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLiKqlz3wI/AAAAAAAAALo/s1deuP_Msnk/s1600-h/future+car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLiKqlz3wI/AAAAAAAAALo/s1deuP_Msnk/s320/future+car.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270023186836348674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Mistaken Trip to the Future&lt;br /&gt;BY: PEGGY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One night there was a girl named Paige and a boy named Cody.  Paige was a normal six-teen year old girl. She was a little bit selfish and kind of bossy but she was a real good person. Cody was a frightened young boy who was tall enough to reach Mars and bring it down to earth. Paige and Cody are and always will be BEST BUDDIES!  Paige had just tuned six-teen and she got what every kid wants when they turn six-teen…..A CAR! This car was not like other cars, it went 1,000 miles per hour in 40 seconds! Paige was nervous about driving this car for the first time so Cody came along with her. She and Cody start driving and Paige felt the adrenaline that you feel when you drive a car for the first time. She starts driving faster, and faster, and faster and finally she gets to the speed of 1,000 mph! Suddenly there is a “BOOM” then a “POP” and then the car turns off. Cody and Paige step out of the car with a hope that they are not in heaven. As the snow crept beneath there feet, they remembered that it was never snowing in San Diego, it barely ever snows in San Diego.  They heard a noise that sounded like an army of dead bodies heading towards them but it sounded also like a million wolfs howling at the full moon. They were not in San Diego and they knew that! They bounced ideas off each other and they both looked at a bright sign in a window that said The Hottest looks In the Hottest Year 2121. They realized that they were in the Future!!!!  They were immensely terrified about where they were and who else was there with them. “Cody” Paige said in a voice so soft that a bunny just 2 feet away could not hear her. “Yes Paige” Cody answered. “I’m scared” said Paige. “Me two” whispered Cody.  They decided that they need to get out of the freezing cold. They looked everywhere for a decent place to warm up but they were afraid to go into dark eerie cracks or this sinister kingdom of snow and ice. After hours of wandering they found the worst possible place to sit down, an old abounded house! They were afraid to take one step inside this evil home of horror. Once they were inside they felt a feeling of relief.  As they walked into the kitchen, they had a feeling that someone was following them. The creaking of the century old house made Cody feel unsafe. “Hey Paige here is some tuna”. “Ew that’s sick” said Paige. “I’m not eating that!” Cody decided to go check out this place alone. As he walked up the stairs that wouldn’t shut up, he thought that he saw a white light coming from the top of the stairs. The white light scurried into the master bedroom. Cody had reached the top of the stairs and looked into the master bedroom. It had looked like no one had been in there for hundreds of years. The white figure was in a distant corner and was moaning a tiny bit. Cody was very scared he said “hello” in a quivering voice. The figure did not respond. “Hello” Cody said again. There was no response. Cody started walking towards the stairs and began to sprint down the stairs and again the stairs were creaking and cracking and the white figure was following him. Once he reached the cob-web filled kitchen he hid behind Paige. “What is it now Cody” Paige said. “It’s… it’s….it’s a ghost!”said Cody in a very frightened voice.  “Where?” said Paige. The ghost had disappeared. “Where did it go” said Cody “Where did what go” answered Paige “Got ya” said Cody in a hesitatant voice. “Ok” said Paige.  After they had a snack of peanut butter sandwiches that tasted like dirt they both wanted to leave. While wondering the cold hard streets of who knows where Cody and Paige heard noises that sounded like they were getting closer and closer and they were. Paige and Cody turned around to see a famished pack of a million white wolfs jumping and running towards them.  &lt;br /&gt;“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;PAIGE AND CODY BOTH SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS! &lt;br /&gt;They both knew what to do then so they turned around and started running as fast as they could go and the possessed animals stayed close behind. They tried to get rid of them but the spine-chilling creatures followed right behind them. Not knowing what to do they took a huge risk and ran into a gloomy, chilly, and very scary warehouse. They sprinted straight up the slippery stairs and it sounded like the white wolfs weren’t far behind. “Fhew” said Cody and Paige. They wondered around for a couple minutes until they heard the sound of angry growling. They knew they had to kill these things before the wolfs killed them. Also Cody and Paige knew there was more of them and that these were probably just the males. They hoped that this empty warehouse of evil had something that they could kill these beasts with. “Hey look” Said Paige “This will work great” answered Cody. He took the mysterious liquid and poured it all over the pack of wolfs. They began to dissolve. Turns out the liquid was called ACID X2! “HEY YOU THERE!” a voice called from the dimness. “Oh my gosh” said Cody. A short old man came out from the darkness. This man was so weird looking that big blue monsters thought he was scary! He looked like he had just finished an experiment that had blown up in his office. “Hello don’t be frightened my name is Dr. E. Gadd and that acid you just poured on those wolfs was my experiment. I hadn’t tried it out on anything yet and I am ecstatic that it worked. The last time I tried to use it, it went terribly wrong.” “What do you mean it went terribly wrong”? said Paige. “The dissolved pieces came back together and created something terrible.” Answered Dr. E. Gadd. “Wait does that mean that we have to run right now”? Asked Cody. “No we have a while” answered Dr.E. “I will try to fix it before they come back to life” said the Doctor. “WHAT, TRY!? YOU ARE GOING TO FIX THIS BEFORE WE ALL GET KILLED!” Paige said in a voice so loud that the ice in Greenland fell off the glaciers and into the water. Paige and Cody realized that they needed a place to sleep so they asked Dr.E if they could spend the night at his house seeing that they were trapped in the future. He agreed to this.  As they were walking to Dr.E’s house, the mysterious creatures rose from the concrete. Paige and Cody did not know that their worst fear was yet to come. When they woke up they decided to help Dr.E with the ACID X but they tried everything and it still didn’t work. Everything the acid touched it turned into a creature. Paige and Cody decided to go to the mall because they have been in the same clothes for about 2 days! So Paige goes to the girls section and Cody obviously goes to the boys section. As Paige walks over to the juniors section she is snatched away! “AHHHH!” She screams but apparently Cody doesn’t hear her. She looks around her and she is in a dark dressing room with weird creatures all around her looking for something. She asked what they’re looking for all she hears is a moan and some screaming like noises. The creatures rip off her jacket and look everywhere through it. “CODY!!!!” Paige screams. “What was that” Cody says in curiosity. “Paige where are you?” Cody screams! “AHHHHH” Answers Paige. Cody looks for the source of the sound and traces it to the dressing room. He finds Paige and all of the creatures and pulls her out as fast as he can. “WAIT MY JACKET!” screams Paige. She runs back to get her Armani jacket, but it’s too late it’s gone. Cody and Paige hear running throughout the store. They follow the source of the sprinting and Cody says to Paige “What was in your jacket?” “Um let me think….My lipstick, my phone, my ipod and the keys.”Says Paige. “The keys!” Cody says in amazement. “RUN TO THE CAR!!!” Screams Cody.  They both run to the car and Dr.E Gadd is right next to the car with the working acid. “Doc the creatures are here there looking for the car what are we going to do?” Says Paige in a scared voice just like a bird afraid of an eagle to swoop down and pick it up. “Take the acid. The first thing we should do is destroy the keys. Do you have an extra pair?” says Dr.E. “Yeah I always have and extra pair in the glove department.” answers Paige. “Grab them.” Dr.E states. They all see the creatures heading for them and the car. “YOU WHOOO!!” says Paige to distract the creatures. They all look over and Cody grabs the keys and puts them into the acid and they disintegrate. Dr.E Gadd taps the head creature on the shoulder and they all turn around and he pours ACID X all over them and they vanish into the concrete. “Now how are we supposed to get home?” Says Cody. “Already fixed. “What do you mean?” Asks Paige. “The car already goes into the past just type in the year and there you go into the past.” Answers Dr.E. They hop into the car type in the year 2008 and put the key into the ignition and the motor is running. “Bye and take care.” Says Cody. “Thank you” says Paige. “No Problem” Dr.E says to Cody and Paige. “BYE” both Cody and Paige say. “VROOM VROOM” and away they go into the past. The car lands in 2008 and Paige drops Cody off at his house. “Thanks for saving my life” says Paige “All in a day’s work” says Cody. “See you tomorrow” says Cody. “Later” reply’s Paige. Paige backs out of the driveway and drives home. She enters her house and she hops in her bed. Closes her eyes and falls asleep. “WOAH” says Paige. “Good morning birthday girl” her dad says as he enters through the door. “Wait what’s the date?” asks Paige. “It’s the 30th of September don’t you remember your birthday. Did you have a bad dream?”asks Paige’s dad. “Yeah I did” answers Paige. She tells her dad all about her dream and she calls Cody and tells him and he thinks she’s crazy and so does her dad. Paige will always remember that dream forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-4221302176289844233?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4221302176289844233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=4221302176289844233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4221302176289844233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4221302176289844233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/mistaken-trip-to-future-by-peg.html' title='A Mistaken Trip to the Future by Peg'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLiKqlz3wI/AAAAAAAAALo/s1deuP_Msnk/s72-c/future+car.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-7483024902434831128</id><published>2008-11-18T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:38:59.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slippery Situation by Zach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLhjraQUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/w2xbfSBOHq0/s1600-h/medusa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLhjraQUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/w2xbfSBOHq0/s320/medusa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270022517041418882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SLIPPERY SITUATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a cold March morning in Lakeside, Mass. That week was a very cold and quite. The day was March, 18 and Linda Dusa had just got off work from the Lakeside City Zoo Linda worked in the amphibian section off the zoo. Linda has green hair, hazel eyes, and stands 5’6 in height. She is an animal-rights activist. And when she hears that scientist are using monkeys in solar cells. Linda and Clyde make a plan to ruin the machines and destroy the lab. Then Linda said “Let’s make them pay!”The day had finally come. Linda and Clyde were preparing them self at work. Then all of a sudden “Ouchhh!” Linda yelped “Linda are you O.K” he said to her “yeah I’m fine. A snake just bit my neck. Lets get back to work. We have a long night ahead of us.” Linda said.That night, Linda and Clyde waited to leave work until it was dark outside. “Do you the tools we need?” Linda asked “Yeah, I’ve got all of them.” He answered slowly. So they put their masks on and snuck into the building. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this Linda,” Clyde groaned. “Don’t worry. What could go wrong. Little did she know ALL HECK WAS ABOUT TO BREAK LOOSE!!!!!!!!!! So Clyde and Linda jumped into the window and were ready for action. So Clyde pulled out the tools and were ready to destroy the machine. While Clyde was tampering with machine Linda was the look out. “Linda come look at the Co2 level.” Clyde asked “O.K.” she replied. While Linda was walking she bent down to look. She got up but she was stuck. Her pants were caught in the latch. “Help me! Help me!” she pled. Clyde ran over to help but she was stuck tight. Clyde knew she was stuck tight so she had no choice but to run away. Than she yelled at the top of her lungs and said “I swear I will get you if it’s the last thing I do.”&lt;br /&gt; Linda woke up in her apartment not knowing what happened to her. She was cold. A cold chill ran down her spine. She took a shower to hope she would warm up.&lt;br /&gt; She got out and looked into the mirror. She rubbed her eyes and she couldn’t believe her eyes.”I’M… I’M…I’M…MUDUSA” she yelled. “How did this happen.” But than she remembered what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt; IT WAS DARK AND COLD. SHE RECALLED SCIENTIST HUDDLED AROUND HER LIKE AT A FOOTBALL GAME. SHE FELT INTENSE PAIN EVERYWHERE. THAN SHE WAS ON THE STREETS. Than she recalled that if the poison gets on you need 66.6cc’s of entoxreem. But, it was all the way in Langford which is 150 miles away so she packed up and was on the road.&lt;br /&gt; Langford city limit in 25 miles. She was exited. “Ring ring.” “Hello.” Linda said “Hey. Its Clyde” he said “I don’t want to talk to you.” She said “Click” she hung up with rage. &lt;br /&gt; Linda stopped at a gas station right next to the lab. She got out of her car and jumped into the window as the professor was leaving. “I was expecting you.” Clyde said “Hello their, Clyde” she said “I still blame you for leaving me her” she said harshly “ah ah ah you shouldn’t say that. I have the antidote so you shouldn’t say anything.” “NEVER” &lt;br /&gt;“I’ll drop this and you won’t ever change back.” He said “ Fine. But how are you not changed into stone?” she asked “Because, I love you” “ Her. Drink up” she drank it and she changed into her self again. “Linda will you marry me.” “Yes.” And they lived happy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         THE END?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-7483024902434831128?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7483024902434831128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=7483024902434831128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7483024902434831128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7483024902434831128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/slippery-situation-by-zach.html' title='A Slippery Situation by Zach'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLhjraQUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/w2xbfSBOHq0/s72-c/medusa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2461848533229887046</id><published>2008-11-18T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:11:32.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloning War by Payton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLgw7EkV9I/AAAAAAAAALY/-sul7ekpVIQ/s1600-h/army.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLgw7EkV9I/AAAAAAAAALY/-sul7ekpVIQ/s320/army.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270021645072095186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cloning War&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Once there was a woman named Lilly living in a small eerie city. This city is always dark and foggy. Since the war, the city just hasn’t been the same. It used to be a bright, fun city where people used to come and vacation.&lt;br /&gt;     Lilly is very tall and thin with long, dark brown hair. She was a doctor, as so was everyone in her family. She was very nice to everyone.   &lt;br /&gt;     Every night when she went to bed she would hear these strange sounds coming from out of her window. She described these horrid sounds as someone creeping up her stairs and then she would hear gun shots and ambulances. Lilly was extremely scared of these sounds. Lilly had only had one person living with her but he was never home, her husband. He was always traveling for business. He only comes home on special holidays. Lilly missed him dearly. Once he came home and he also heard the sounds but he told her never to pay attention to the terrifying sounds coming from the old creeping window. She would stay up all night just thinking, “is there someone looking in my window, watching my every step?” She only had her neighbor, Kima. She was a sweet woman. Both neighbors talked every day on the phone or walking to each others homes.  Lilly couldn’t stand the creepy sounds anymore so she went out into the frightening night to go talk to her neighbor. Lilly wanted to know if Kima had heard the same strange sounds as she did. When she went over her house Lilly knocked silently on the old creaking door, but now one answered. So she opened the door.  No one in there old house besides Kima.  Lilly couldn’t spot Kima out in the darkened room.  She asked, “Kima is that you sitting on the chair?” After a couple minutes Kima slowly answered, “Yes this is Kima, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” After that, Lilly asked Kima if she had heard the sounds. Lilly described the sounds as people coming up her stairs and gunshots then after that, she heard  ambulances every night at the same time. Kima was older and knew everything.  Kima was a doctor at one time in her life. Of course, she knew what the sounds were.  She said not to pay attention to them but she knew what the sounds were. So Kima started to tell the story of the terrible sounds. She said it all started out on a cold October day, when two military bases were fighting. They had been fighting for years and were now ready to go home to their families.  Until one day the other military base killed almost all the other bases soldiers. That day was the most horrible day for the soldiers. One soldier was so mad and sent a letter to a scientist telling them of his idea, cloning. The idea was to add more soldiers to the war. The scientists got the message and started to think of ideas to make it work. After four long days they found out how to make it work. It was every easy to mess up but the doctors were sure that they wouldn’t. By this time that soldier got the message back. The scientists said they had agreed to do the cloning procedure. So they started taking people out of the war to clone them. It took them a day to do the procedure of cloning a soldier. After a couple of days the soldiers in war that had been cloned had been getting very sick and dying. The doctors that did the cloning on them didn’t know what was happening. They finally figured out that they had messed up. They felt terrible that it was their fault that they died. They had a few soldiers left that hadn’t been cloned. By then they had a cure and cloned the remaining soldiers. But then used the cure right after. It worked but was too late to perform the cure for the rest of the people. So the people who died in the hospitals are now haunting the people who killed them. Then Kima said, “I was one of those doctors, and that’s how I hear those noises. Your grandfather was one of those scientists.” “Which is how  you hear the sounds. So if you hear them again you’ll know that it’s them coming down your street haunting you!” Then Kima said here is where the sounds come in. After a couple months after the soldiers died, the doctors heard these weird sounds. They didn’t know what it was. They would keep hearing these sounds. The doctors and scientist described the sounds as people creeping up stairs, ambulances, and gunshots. They finally figured out that it was the dead soldiers haunting them. After Kima told the story, Lilly knows what the sounds are. So on Halloween you may hear these strange sounds, and when you do, you’ll know its them coming down your street to haunt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2461848533229887046?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2461848533229887046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2461848533229887046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2461848533229887046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2461848533229887046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/cloning-war-by-payton.html' title='Cloning War by Payton'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLgw7EkV9I/AAAAAAAAALY/-sul7ekpVIQ/s72-c/army.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-5421130474603086199</id><published>2008-11-18T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:16:02.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Everything Goes Wrong by Ethan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLcG8nqLaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xr49w4Ku968/s1600-h/maars.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLcG8nqLaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xr49w4Ku968/s320/maars.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270016525886696866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;When Everything Go’s Wrong &lt;br /&gt;Ethan   &lt;/strong&gt;                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our story takes please in New York City. There is factory there and there’s were the greatest invasion or maybe the deadliest invasion was made it is the MAARS- Modular Advanced Armed Robotic System. It can kill any thing in its way it has for grenade launchers, a mini machine gun, two cameras, a scope, a copal antennas, and its only about 350 pounds and its 3 to 4 feet tall . The creator is named Jeff Steel he lives in New York as well. There’s a presentation for the MAARS bot to show how it can help the military because it is the beast war machine ever. Optamis Venga he is the CO. creator for the MARRS bot and he’s vary jealous of Jeff. He has always been jealous of Jeff he was so jealous that he sabotaged   the MAARS for the presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the presentation Jeff was getting the MAARS ready. When he was doing a test run on the bot it started to go wrong and suddenly the MAARS was rolling toed him with that creaking of its wheels  and the bot crushed him. So Jeff the creator of the MARRS bot was killed by his own creation and it was all Optamis’s fault. When the people were sitting in the rows in the presentation room as the MAARS was rolling out in the room Optamis tries to stop it butt the bot go’s berserk and kills Optamis and every one in the adenines except for one his name was Jason and he comes from behind and kills the bot with a chain saw for one of the labs. After Jason killed it they shut down the labs so nothing like this would happen again. Just think this all happened with a great invasion just like a any other invasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-5421130474603086199?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5421130474603086199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=5421130474603086199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5421130474603086199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5421130474603086199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-everything-goes-wrong-by-ethan.html' title='When Everything Goes Wrong by Ethan'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLcG8nqLaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xr49w4Ku968/s72-c/maars.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-5457797315000279050</id><published>2008-11-18T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:13:49.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of the Robot Monkey by Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLbggY6dWI/AAAAAAAAALI/tdZii0Hw7po/s1600-h/robot+monkey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLbggY6dWI/AAAAAAAAALI/tdZii0Hw7po/s320/robot+monkey.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270015865473627490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Legend of the Robot Monkey&lt;br /&gt;By: Abby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot summer day at the Los Angeles zoo. An animal scientist, Dr. Harry, was visiting from Texas and was testing his new technology, a mechanical arm, on the zoos’ favorite monkey, Archie. Archie was a sweet, brown, furry monkey. Everybody loved him because one of his arms were paralyzed. To help, Dr. Harry installed a chip smaller than a thumb tack into Archie’s brain. This chip gave off a small electric shock to control the arm. When the mechanical arm was finally installed everybody gathered around the monkey exhibit to see Archie’s new arm. For the first time ever, Archie was climbing trees, ropes, and was running around the cage like a maniac. Of course it was hard for Archie to climb because the arm was so heavy. After about five minutes of being crazy, Archie sat down for a rest.  He was tired! As he rested, Archie spotted a short, blond little girl squeezing her way through the crowd over to the window. When she reached the window, she started making faces at the innocent little monkey. This made Archie mad. Archie slowly approached the window. He got closer and closer. The little girl began to get scared because Archie was giving her the evil eye. It seemed as if he were burning a whole through her with his eyes. When Archie got to the window he just sat there for a few seconds. Then all of a sudden “BOOM” Archie shattered the glass. He grabbed the little girl by the neck and yanked her into the cage. He choked her until she finally stopped breathing. The visitors of the zoo ran in all different directions and screamed at the top of their lungs. They were all shaking and sweating in the terror of the monkey. In less than five seconds the whole Los Angeles zoo was empty. It was silent and there was not a sole in sight except for one zoo keeper. As a punishment, the zoo keeper put all the other monkeys in a new cage and left Archie all alone. When midnight came, Archie got lonely and hungry. He got so hungry he decided to eat the dead little girl who was left in his cage! He dug his teeth into the human flesh. He liked the taste of human meat. The night went on and Archie fell asleep with a full belly. The next morning, Archie woke up to the flashing light of a camera in his eyes.  The zoo was back to normal and it was more crowded then ever! There were visitors everywhere! Just then Archie had a craving for more human flesh. Archie kept his eye on a plump man he saw in the crowd. He jumped out of the cage and ran after the man. He grabbed the man with his mechanical arm and dragged him back to the monkey exhibit. As Archie ate the poor old man something strange started to happen. Archie’s arm began to tingle. He looked at his arm and it was turning robotic before his eyes! Next thing he knew he had two mechanical arms. Every day, Archie continued to eat humans at the zoo, and every time he ate someone he got a new mechanical part! One day a pair of legs, the next day it was his torso, and the next day it was head!  Before you knew it Archie had a whole robot body. But that was not the end. He began to grow and grow and grow! Eventually he was 9 feet tall! Archie had turned into a 9 foot monster in a matter of days. Obviously, he was too big for his cage so he had to wander around the zoo. Everybody was so scared they almost peed their pants. All the news reporters and visitors dropped everything they had and ran for their lives, except for one person, Dr. Harry. Dr. Harry just stood their and stared. “Oh my…bananas!” he mumbled under his breath. When he finally realized what was going on he ran as all the others had done. He ran all the way to the store where he bought all the ingredients to make a potion that he thought would help Archie help Archie turn back into a normal, loving monkey. Dr. Harry thought he would never have to use this potion. He checked out and ran back to the hotel he was staying at. By that point he was out of breath and sweaty. He was not sure how to make this formula but he was going to hope he could do it right. He carefully made the cure. He finally finished the formula and scadaddled out of the room. He ran through the lobby almost knocking all the people down and rushed out the door. It was not that hard to find the robot monkey because he just ran toward where all the people were running from. He spotted the monkey from about a mile away because he was so big. He slowly approached the monkey robot hoping it would not eat him. When he reached Archie he tried to calm him down so he could give him the potion. He actually managed to calm the monster down and had him come down to his height. At this moment Dr. Harry eagerly gave Archie the potion. The monkey drank the disgusting green liquid. The second it touched his tongue he spit out the potion. Dr. Harry was afraid that he had failed the town. He turned around to walk back to his hotel with his head down. He walked slowly looking back every once in a while. All of a sudden he heard gasps from behind his witch caused him to look back. He couldn’t believe what he was Archie was slowly shrinking  back into a small, cuddly, cute little monkey. Dr. Harry was relieved. It felt as if a huge bag of boulders had been lifted off his shoulders. The little bit that touched his tongue must have done the trick. The whole town gathered around and gave a huge applause to Dr. Harry. From that day on it is said that if you made faces at the monkeys at the Los Angeles zoo, that night you will have a dream that you are at a train station and the train that picks you up brings you to the underworld and you will never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue&lt;br /&gt; A few months after Dr. Harry left Los Angeles to go back to Texas he got a letter in the mail from the mayor of Los Angeles saying…&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Doctor Harry,&lt;br /&gt; I want to thank you for saving our town. In honor of your courage we decided t dedicate a special day to you for now on there will be a Dr. Harry day on June 28th through out all of Los Angeles. Once again thank you”&lt;br /&gt; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt; Anita Hart (aka the Mayor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Archie was more loved than ever! Some people even visited him every day! The toy companies made a stuffed animal of Archie. It was the top selling toy at Christmas time. Archie was a normal healthy monkey now. Things at the zoo were going better than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-5457797315000279050?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5457797315000279050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=5457797315000279050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5457797315000279050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5457797315000279050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/legend-of-robot-monkey-by-abby.html' title='The Legend of the Robot Monkey by Abby'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLbggY6dWI/AAAAAAAAALI/tdZii0Hw7po/s72-c/robot+monkey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-5234975479700023864</id><published>2008-11-18T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:11:26.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Horror Clones by Alaina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLbGH_E3TI/AAAAAAAAALA/GzI2oJT9phI/s1600-h/scientist.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLbGH_E3TI/AAAAAAAAALA/GzI2oJT9phI/s320/scientist.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270015412246207794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Perfect Horror Clones&lt;br /&gt;By: Alaina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; In New York, New York it was a normal, actually very nice day for every person it seemed. Maddy Heart, a short 7th grader, blue eyes, beautiful red hair, thin and you can always find her with her posies, of the “popular girls”. Others don’t think of her as bratty though, but as a very nice, fun girl. As it was a normal absolutely fabulous day for her it also was for Drake Xle. Drake, a very simple 7th grader, tall, thin, great dark hair, the perfect athlete you might say, but people sometimes got annoyed because he was so amazing at sports.  &lt;br /&gt; One day a professor whose name escapes me asked Maddy and Drake if they could help him with his new invention maybe help him try it out. They agreed. As they were walking down the beautiful colored streets with Halloween in the air, they were talking about what they may have to do. They finally got there and saw the machine, Designer DNA!!! &lt;br /&gt; It was a very great thing. It can slow down the aging process, making you younger and better yet let you chose what your child will look like!  The professor left, and Maddy and Drake wanted to try something out, so they looked at the machine and played with it. Well, they did something really bad! They didn’t tell the professor what they did because they honestly didn’t know how what they did would affect it. The thing they did was play around with the button printing their hand and somehow there genetic genes got on the machine, so that was what got programmed into the machine!&lt;br /&gt; After that day I believe the 27th of October they got a call from the professor, the professor knew what they did! He tested it on a woman about 50 and she turned 12 and ended up looking just like Maddy! She screamed, she was way to young it didn’t give her the age she chose!! Maddy got really scared and brought Drake with her to the lab. As they got there, the professor was furious and was just yelling “you ruined my machine!” Of course they were so sorry and mad at themselves for messing around with the machine.&lt;br /&gt; The next day, October 28th, they saw it all. Everybody in the town ended up testing the machine out and all the boys looked like Drake and all the Girls looked like Maddy!!! Feeling shock and a very strange feeling never felt before, they didn’t know who was who. They stayed at the lab and tried to fix the machine but, they just couldn’t! They saw this white rabbit with evil yet innocent eyes and a red queen of hearts cape. They didn’t dare look it in the eye!&lt;br /&gt;  They let the rabbit out of the cage because it looked furious ready to erupt, to be in that small little cage. It ran out the door into the street!!!! Later that day about7:00 PM, they saw dead people, worst thing the dead people looked like them, so it looked, like themselves dead!  They found out the rabbit was killing people, that’s why it was in the cage! When you look the white rabbit in eye you die! A nightmare it was, a very sad nightmare. Drake now her best friend someone she now cared about after really meeting him had just looked at the rabbit the rabbit turned around and by accident he looked him in the eyes! Next thing I knew he was gone forever. &lt;br /&gt; After Maddy tried to catch the rabbit she stopped and called some professionals from another company, “Professor Works.” She got a hold on someone his name was Yang, yes he was a short Chinese man and Maddy couldn’t understand a word he said!! Yang got the rabbit fast; he claims “he is the best in the world at catching animals”. There was more then that, but it would take to long to say his speech. Suddenly there was this black thing it looked like a flying like coach car.  It was black flying fast, whipping corners   through they sky. It had no driver, but it gave everyone an eerie feeling when they saw it. When I say everyone I mean Maddy and Yang. &lt;br /&gt; The coach ended up being the death coach taking everyone away. Everyone, except the professor, whose name will never be found out. There was another survivor, someone else a lucky one you might say. The professor threw some thing that I can’t explain right now. Then he broke the machine and made a new one Designer DNA 2! It did the same things, but it actually worked. See, the problem with the old one you could only have one type of look alike for when you used the machine. Since the machine doesn’t do that anymore you can design what you want people to look like or what you want yourself to look like!&lt;br /&gt; Maddy was never the same again, she lost her parents and everything; she had to get used to other friends that she thought weren’t so great. She missed everything, but she lived through it all.  She moved out of New York, the city she loved and instead went to Hawaii. She couldn’t argue with going to Hawaii. She lived her life again how she wanted while living with her aunt. As for New York things have never been the same since new people walk the streets not knowing the lifestyle there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you were wondering, I was that other lucky person that survived. &lt;br /&gt;The professor died three nights after all the mayhem because of me; I was depressed because somebody made a machine that caused ALL those deaths. He didn’t even get charged for it!!!  Three nights after the problem I decided to kill him in his sleep, never to return again. As for me, I’m in a place where nobody will ever know where or how I’m doing. This story is where my life really started, when I became a person of adventure. Nobody will ever know who or even what I am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-5234975479700023864?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5234975479700023864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=5234975479700023864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5234975479700023864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5234975479700023864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-horror-clones-by-alaina.html' title='The Perfect Horror Clones by Alaina'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SSLbGH_E3TI/AAAAAAAAALA/GzI2oJT9phI/s72-c/scientist.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-8229268143773163163</id><published>2008-11-14T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:58:09.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil PlantBot by Anne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2R4If8L_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IIq9Mp5QIWE/s1600-h/plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2R4If8L_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IIq9Mp5QIWE/s320/plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268527532633501682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Evil PlantBot&lt;br /&gt;By Anne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly shook out her red curls, and tried the spell again. She had been trying to enchant the vase that held her palm tree but it hadn’t worked yet. She needed it to walk her tree around inside to find the best sunlight. Lilly didn’t have enough time to move her tree around anymore. She narrowed her gray eyes and tried again.&lt;br /&gt; “Grow legs and walk,” she cried, for the last time, “Walk already!” That did it. The vase started to tremble. Out popped one leg, then another and another. &lt;br /&gt; “Three legs, that’s it?” Lilly was confused. The spell was supposed to make four legs, not three. The vase started to walk to the window. Lilly was pleased. She had had trouble with spells in the past, but this time it had worked. &lt;br /&gt; “Whoa, watch out for the steps!” Lilly got there just in time to catch the vase. She helped it down a couple steps and then it got the hang of it. She watched it walk down the steps and into the living room to grab the last rays of light before they faded.  Lilly went back upstairs to tell her friend Karri about it.&lt;br /&gt; “Karri pick up!! Kariiiiii are youuuu there?” Lilly sighs. Karri never answered the phone. “I got the spell to work.” That did it. &lt;br /&gt;  “Really? How is it? Do you like it?” Karri was chatting a mile a minute like always.&lt;br /&gt;  “Slow down, Karri!” Lilly exclaimed. “It works wonderfully. It even went down the stairs. Right now It’s sitting by the big window in the living room.”&lt;br /&gt; “It sounds really cool.” Karri was excited, but she knew not to ask to see it because it would send Lilly into a fit. &lt;br /&gt; “Would you like to come over and see it?” Lilly couldn’t wait to show off her latest spell.&lt;br /&gt; “I’ll be there, I promise.”Lilly knew that Karri would be late, but it didn’t matter. She told her good-bye and Went to change. She was about to put on her favorite pair of earrings, but they weren’t where she left them. She looked downstairs but she couldn’t find them. Just then, the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey Karri!! How are you? Come in, come in!” Lilly was so excited, she forgot about her earrings. &lt;br /&gt; “Oh my gosh, where is it? I just have to see the vase!” Karri walked in and started looking for Lilly’s vase.&lt;br /&gt; “I think it’s in kitchen.” As Lilly and Karri went to the kitchen, the PlantBot quickly stuffed the earrings inside the leaves of the tree. It looked at the diamond ring on Lilly’s finger and planned a way to get it. &lt;br /&gt; “You hungry, Karri?”&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, Starved” Karri watched the PlantBot rotate in the sunlight, and wondered how it knew where to go without eyes. Lilly took off her ring and set it on the table. She was getting ready to make cookies for Karri. &lt;br /&gt; After a couple of hours, Karri set out for home. As Lilly waved bye to her friend, she realized that her ring was still on the table. She went back to the kitchen and reached for where she last had put it. Her hand touched air. It had disappeared. Lilly was puzzled, it wasn’t like Karri to take jewelry, she never wore any. She would have to catch Karri before she went too far. Leaving the PlantBot to secretly wonder at its new treasure, she left. &lt;br /&gt; After a couple minutes, she saw Karri in the distance. “Karri, Karri wait up!” Lilly walked a little faster, almost tripping on the ice patches. It was almost Christmas and no snow had fallen yet. “Karri, I need my ring back.”&lt;br /&gt; “I don’t have it. You know that.” Karri looked innocent, but Lilly was too mad to buy it. Buy it! That’s what it was, Karri was going to sell her grandmothers ring! &lt;br /&gt; “Karri give me my ring back! I need it more than you do!,” Lilly screamed. &lt;br /&gt; “I have no idea what you are talking about. Please let go of my wrist, I need to get home.” Karri was surprisingly clam as she untangled her best friend’s hand from her own. Lilly was boiling. She was also shocked. How could Karri do this? She stood there, mouth open and watched Karri walk away. Lilly slowly walked home, confused. &lt;br /&gt; When Lilly got home, she found a message from Karri. She was tempted to delete it, but she listened to it anyway. &lt;br /&gt; “Hey Lilly, sorry but I don’t know where your ring is. I’l help you look for-“Lilly hit delete. She didn’t want to listen right now. She ended up asking Karri anyway. It couldn’t any harm to look. When Karri finally came, she had a video camera with her.&lt;br /&gt; “Sorry I’m late, but I had an idea. We just need a necklace or a bracelet. Go get me that diamond tennis bracelet you have. No buts just trust me. I’ll be in the living room.” Lilly was so surprised by her friend’s sudden change of heart, she went along with it. When she came back down, Karri had set up the recorder facing the couch, and it was recording. &lt;br /&gt; “Now, just put the bracelet on the couch, and we’ll wait, in another room. If my ideas are correct, the bracelet should be gone in a few minutes.” They walked into the sitting room to wait, in silence. Lily was uncomfortable. She wanted to go check on the bracelet, but didn’t want to upset Karri. &lt;br /&gt; Finally after a couple of minutes, they went in. The couch was bare. “Where did the bracelet go?” Lilly played back the video. What she saw was amazing. The video showed the PlantBot walking up to the couch. Then, something wild happened. The PlantBot grew arms. The arms grabbed the bracelet and shoved it under a clump of leaves. Lilly saw other things shining under the leaves. She gave Karri the camera and went to the PlantBot. I don’t really know how she did it, but she reversed the spell. The PlantBot was just a vase again. She reached under the leaves and brought out the jewelry that had gone missing over the last few days, including the ring.&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry about that, Karri. I just jumped to conclusions.” Karri said it was alright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The end… for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-8229268143773163163?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8229268143773163163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=8229268143773163163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8229268143773163163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8229268143773163163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/evil-plantbot-by-anne.html' title='The Evil PlantBot by Anne'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2R4If8L_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IIq9Mp5QIWE/s72-c/plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2611561172578042490</id><published>2008-11-14T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:56:36.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mary the Second by Ernie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Rg-B05TI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1DfA73b9-mc/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Rg-B05TI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1DfA73b9-mc/s320/ghost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268527134685848882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY MARY THE 2nd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story is about this girl how was being   made front of lick at school and at home. She actually had been made front of that she did the next day and she comes back to haunt everyone that made front of her. She has long black hair and blood all over her face she acts scary, crazy because she scars people that made front of her.  Her family acts nervous because they don’t know what’s happening to there loved one that makes them scared. This family’s dater was killed and she haunts everyone that mean to her because everyone was taunting her and would not leave her alone. Maybe if everyone apologized and proved they would not do it again. It is fixed because she came back and haunted them and it was fixed by everyone saying sorry. Maybe she doesn’t get taunted and she is reborn and becomes a friend with everybody. It doesn’t affect her any more because she is friends with everyone. This is true it tacks place in a city. It tacks place in the afternoon. It must have been scary because this loved one is turning into a monster. They could of really hurt them and they may not of ever seen her again if not every body said sorry like they did. That family then lived together and enjoyed their lives together. Mary lived very happy with her family. I love to live with my family and I’m sure Mary’s family and friends do to. Thanks for leaving a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2611561172578042490?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2611561172578042490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2611561172578042490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2611561172578042490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2611561172578042490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloody-mary-second-by-ernie.html' title='Bloody Mary the Second by Ernie'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Rg-B05TI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1DfA73b9-mc/s72-c/ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-405966442951478278</id><published>2008-11-14T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:55:18.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clones by Alec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2RL3XyFxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WSBQ62_gjSM/s1600-h/ax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2RL3XyFxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WSBQ62_gjSM/s320/ax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268526772121638674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Attack of the Clones &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the last day school Bob asked three of his friends if they wanted to go play in their tree house that was in the woods.   They said yes and they would meet him at 5:00pm.  At 5:00pm they were in the tree house and they were trying to find something to do.  They thought that it would be fun to explore the woods.  Bob and his friends left the tree house and started walking through the woods.  Bob stepped on a piece of metal and heard a machine.  He and his friends thought that it was just a plane so they kept walking.  After exploring they started walking back to the tree house then Bob realized that the machine that looked like an old telephone booth had not been there when they were exploring earlier. The boys heard that noise again and then the machine started glowing!  A door opened and a man walked out of the machine and he had an axe.  Bob and his friends were shocked when the man started walking towards them and suddenly, another man walked out of the machine exactly like the other man.  The boys started running toward their tree house but their ladder broke.  They decided instead to hide from the clones, and then one of the clones found Bob.  Bob started running and unfortunately tripped over a root.  The clone then caught up to him and got his axe out.  One of Bob’s friends came to his rescue and wacked the clone on the head and the clone fell over.  Bob and his friends then escaped.  That night when Bob got home there was an axe in the door.   He heard a horrible scream that came from his house!   He decided to walk in and there was blood everywhere.  Bobs dad had killed the clone.  They immediately called the army and they drove to the army base.  The general did not believe them and said that he needed proof and that he would meet them in the woods the next day.  That morning they met the general in the woods and Bob showed him the machine and how he turned it on.  The general took it back to the base.  In the base, the machine went crazy and cloned 1million of the already existing clones.   Many of them got lose in the town.  Bob read in the paper that Carl, one of Bob’s friends was missing!  That same night Bob heard something knocking on his door and then the door broke!  His house alarm went off and he heard something smash as something started walking up his stairs. He heard a scream and suddenly it was dead silent.  That morning he found out that his mom went missing.  In the news, there were other people that went missing that night too.  Everyone was looking for their family and the only person that was found was Carl. Bob saw a clone walk in water and it burned up.  He told the authorities and they got the fire department and they got their hoses. Carl saw where all the clones were and they killed the clones.  The people were stile missing. The next day all the people that were missing were in the middle of the town and did not remember anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-405966442951478278?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/405966442951478278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=405966442951478278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/405966442951478278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/405966442951478278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/clones-by-alec.html' title='Clones by Alec'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2RL3XyFxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WSBQ62_gjSM/s72-c/ax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-8334225845235692707</id><published>2008-11-14T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:53:47.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Exam by Reilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Q0sldqNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZmlguV6YHQI/s1600-h/car+accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Q0sldqNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZmlguV6YHQI/s320/car+accident.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268526374089238738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Final Exam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It all started off as a nice day. Niki a slim blond haired girl. She was going to pick up her vitamins that she has to take daily. Niki was driving down the street after picking her vitamins up. She has to take them because she was sick and she is trying to get better. And all the sudden there is a big black semi truck coming strait at her but it was a green light for her and not the person that was in the semi. She did not know what to do. The car started swerving back and fourth. As she wakes up and she has know idea where she is.  All she remembers is she was waking up in a hospital and people were standing there and then told her that one of her legs was paralyzed and that she would not be able to walk the rest of her life. And that is all she remembers from how she got paralyzed. Now she is in collage and she is still is paralyzed. And she found out that there is a cure to her leg from being unparalyzed. So she is making an appointment that will be in 2 weeks. The 2 weeks has already pasted and it is time for her to get her syergery.  Now she is at the hospital and she is going to get her syergery. And in the waiting room she is reading a magazine and is very nervous. They say her name and she goes in to get her surgery. She is waking up and she can’t remember where she is. She is starting to remember things now like she is collage, she has her final exam exam tomorrow and she has to study. Now she is starting to remember her friends and family’s names. Then she thinks that she has to get going because she has a huge test tomorrow. She is driving back to her dorm in her car that her parents got her after she got in the car accident. So now she is in her dorm room and she is going to stay up all night and study for the test. Her friend is upstairs and she is going to sleep. So far in the night it is going well and she goes down the hall to go get a snack. She orders a small smoothie and some nachos. She goes back to her dorm and she is studying.  It now is 3:00 in the morning. And she hears this drip, drop, drip, drop. And she thought it was just the sink because they had a leak in there sink but someone came to fix it just last week. So she decided to go up there because she thought that maybe her friend just left the sink on. Sooo she goes up stairs and she is going to her friend’s room and she does not want to wake her up so she does not turn on the lights. She goes in there and her friend was not sleeping. She was dead. There was blood everywhere and she saw a knife on the ground and saw slits on her face and everywhere on her body. She called 911 and said that there was a murder in her dorm! People started to gather around the incident. She came to see that there was something written on the wall. It was in her friend’s blood. It said aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights! And then at the bottom in very small letters it said…Mary. She did not recognize the name at first but then she thought that on the back of truck that hit her in the accident. Also said Mary in the same hand writing. She saw something on the night stand next to her dead friend. She went to go pick it up. But she didn’t want to because there was blood all over it. But she was going to anyway. As she went to she felt something grab her foot! She heard a screech from outside the door. She had no idea what it could be. Niki started to walk towards the door it was coming closer and closer every time she took a step. Once she was at the door she looked through the peep whole. And there was noting there. All the sudden she saw a shadow on the wall coming from down the hall. And in was a figure of a gray very skinny man that didn’t really look like a man. She opened the door and it was coming closer. Finally it turned around and started to walk the other way. Then she realized it was walking away with her friend that was killed. Every step her friend took she saw blood on the ground. Niki started to chase the creature and her friend. And the friend did not see her. Then the creature said something to her friend. And her friend turned around and started to pull away from the creature. She couldn’t turn around because the creature was pulling her and he said something to her again. And she stopped pulling away from the creature. And her friend was gone! It was almost 5:00 in the morning. She went back to bed and she couldn’t fall asleep. Finally she fell asleep. When she wakes up she has to go to school. She can’t stop thinking about what happened the night before.&lt;br /&gt;When she gets to school people are asking her what happened the night before. And she would tell them that she didn’t exactly know what happened. She went in to the class room and everyone was staring at her. And now was the time she had been waiting for. It was the final exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-8334225845235692707?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8334225845235692707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=8334225845235692707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8334225845235692707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8334225845235692707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-exam-by-reilly.html' title='The Final Exam by Reilly'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Q0sldqNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZmlguV6YHQI/s72-c/car+accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-6933392307184308112</id><published>2008-11-14T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:52:22.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th by Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2QeEYqenI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K9jLF71gr2s/s1600-h/hospitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2QeEYqenI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K9jLF71gr2s/s320/hospitol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525985341012594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday the Thirteenth  &lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                       By Rebecca               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a nice, sunny day and a tall, thin girl named Sarah was on a train on her way to her grandmas’ house. Sarah was very nice, caring and very intelligent. Everyone loved Sarah and was her friend. When Sarah was on the train to her grandmas she was listening to her iPod when she heard a big screech. It sounded like someone scraping their fingernails across a chalk board. The train had lost control and was off the tracks. Sarah could see a big cliff up ahead and started to scream. Soon everyone on the train was in terror. The train was at the edge of the cliff and was starting to tilt and fall. The whole train was filled with terrified, people trying to save their lives. Then the train crashed with a big boom. There was a big quake on the ground. It was completely silent. Sarah was the only survivor on the terrible train wreck, but both of her legs were now paralyzed. A year after the wreck Sarah found out about a technology that rewires the brain and can get the use of her muscles in her legs again. Sarah was so excited she immediately went and called her doctor to see if the could do that operation on her brain. Sarah was scheduled to come in to the doctors on January third of the next year. Sarah was so happy she would be able to walk again and play sports. Finally January third, came and Sarah was on her way to the Dr.’s office. After riding in the car for two hours Sarah arrived at Dr. Calleson’s office.  Sarah walked in to the office and went right to the sign in desk to sign in. When Sarah was done signing in she was taken to a big, white room. When Sarah was settled in her chair Dr. Calleson came in to start the surgery. Dr. Calleson gave Sarah some anesthesia so she would not feel anything during the surgery. The surgery took three hours to complete. When Sarah woke up she was still very dizzy from the anesthesia and didn’t know where she was at or why she was here. Soon Sarah remembered were she was and why she was there, so she tried to get up and walk but the doctor told her she needed to rest. Dr. Calleson came in the next week and said she was ready to go but would need to come back in two months for a check up. Sarah said it was fine if she came in for a check up and the doctor gave her a day to come in on. The scheduled day for Sarah to come in on was Thursday, March twelfth. Sarah’s check up was only a few days away when it seemed like she only had her surgery last week. Sarah was having so much fun being able to walk again. She made the soccer team, the basketball team, and was doing cross country. When the day of her check up came she got up early so she would be ready to go. Sarah was on her way to the doctor when it started to thunderstorm. When she arrived at the doctors the rain was coming down really hard. The lighting was practically blinding it was hard for her to see. The thunder was so loud it reminded Sarah of the horrible train wreck she had been in less then two years ago. Sarah got out of her car and ran as fast as she could to the building. When Sarah got in, the room felt very mysterious. It seemed like something was going wrong but everything was fine. Sarah went up to the front desk to check in. The girl at the front desk took Sarah to a small, colorful room. Sarah began not to feel so nervous anymore. After waiting for 20 minutes Dr. Calleson came in. She wanted to take an x-ray of Sarah’s legs to see if everything was fine so she took her into a small dark room with a huge machine. Dr. Calleson told Sarah to go and lay down on this skinny white bed so he could get an x-ray. After the Dr. Calleson  was done taking the x-rays she began to study them to see if there was anything wrong. Unfortunately there was something wrong with Sarah’s left leg. One of her bones in her left leg was not growing and the right leg bone was. Dr. Calleson said she needed to stay the night so they could do surgery on her tomorrow. Sarah was upset that she had to stay another night to get surgery again but would do anything for her legs to be perfect so she went home to get her things and went back to the doctors. When Sarah came got back she was taken to a small bedroom for her to sleep in. It was 11:45 at night and Sarah could not get to sleep. Outside the rain was coming down hard. The thunder was really loud and the lighting was  bright. Sarah turned over to look at the clock to see what time it was. It was already 11:58 p.m. There was a huge bolt of lighting and it lit the up the whole room. Sarah could see a strange figure in the back of the room. She studied the figure and it was a big man with a big, sharp, bloody knife in his right hand. The man started walking to the end of the bed he raised the knife right above Sarah’s head. Sarah didn’t even get to scream before the strange man killed her. The alarm clock was now flashing 12 o’clock a.m. on Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-6933392307184308112?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6933392307184308112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=6933392307184308112' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6933392307184308112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6933392307184308112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-13th-by-rebecca.html' title='Friday the 13th by Rebecca'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2QeEYqenI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K9jLF71gr2s/s72-c/hospitol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-541916816264500840</id><published>2008-11-14T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:50:11.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out! by Sammi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2P_y40h-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W61n6yywiMc/s1600-h/267155238_454627964f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2P_y40h-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W61n6yywiMc/s320/267155238_454627964f_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525465247975394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch Out&lt;br /&gt;By: Samantha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice fall evening and Hannah was waiting at her house for her friends to come over. She was a beautiful young girl long blond hair she was only 24. She lived in an old town. Her house was a little old cottage. A bunch of old floor boards and the wall paint was peeling. She lived in that house forever. Nobody came to visit except her friends. Everybody else was scared because it was so old and how her family died there. They all thought it was a curse. That was the last place she saw them before they died. After her parents died she was the only one left in the family. Her parents died from a plane crash. Nobody knows how the plane crashed the parts were in perfect condition. Her whole family died that way too. All she had left of them were their bones. Her 3 friends Mike, Angela, and Joe they said that they needed to talk to her. Hannah was not like any person. She was very careful what she did. She never went outside. Every once in a while she cracked the windows. She had people do her shopping, and her gardening. She usually never said no to anything. Finally they arrived. She saw her friends faces they did not look good. She thought that they weren’t going to do their gardening. She was very nervous because there were so many leaves outside. But she was smart enough. She knew that it had to do with her doing something she would not like. Hannah was very nice considering what their faces looked like. Her friends were very nervous. They were very scared because they knew that she was next. They said that “Hannah your next” She had no idea what they were saying. She was very confused.  “What do you mean I’m next?” Hannah said. That’s when they got really scared. Angela said “Your hole family has died from a plane and we think your next.” “That is ridiculous.” Said Hannah. “I never go outside it is to dangerous.” Her friend did not know what to do. “You nee to break the curse or that’s the end of your family.” That’s when Hannah got mad she started screaming and kicking thing her face was bright red. Angela, Joe, and Mike were heading toward the door but before they could get out Hannah blocked the door. This was not like her. After an hour of screaming she passed out she was not breathing. Mike decided to call the ambulance. After she woke up she had no idea where she was. Her friends were right by her bed side. “Where am I?”. They decided Mike should tell her “Your at the hospital because you passed out from screaming so much.” Hannah was really mad “why did you take me outside!” “You were going to die if you didn’t get her.” Said Angela. It was a surprise Hannah was ok with it she understood.”We want you to take flying lessons.” Said Mike. “NO.”   Her friends were surprised they have never heard her say no. After a day of convincing her she finally said yes. After a month of recovering they were off flight school. Hannah actually started to like it although she was outside. Two months later she was ready to take off. She was so excited to break the curse. But her friends were very nervous what if she is going to die what if she’s not going to brake the curse. They got out on the runway.”Careful” said her friends. They all gave her a hug.”Don’t worry I’ll be fine” she said in a low whisper. “If I don’t come back burn my house.” “Where’s the plane?” They all asked.”Right in front of you.” Said her instructor. It was a plane they have never seen before. It was the newest one ever. Hannah was nervous than ever. It was to late she was already in the plane. Off they went. It was such a smooth ride. Until they were about to land. She hade no idea what was happing. In a minute her instructor passed out. She saw this big chunk of something. She tried to curve around it. Right then she knew how her parents died. As she was going down it was blue so thick you could see a little bit of red. She still had no clue what was. And she hit. Her head got stuck in it. Her whole family was in there. It was frozen flames. Pieces of the plane went everywhere. Her friends saw the pieces come down but not here. They saw her and her family.. The clouds covered her after a few seconds. After that they could not see. They all decided not to tell anybody. They went home to burn her house. That was the end of her family. &lt;br /&gt;      The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-541916816264500840?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/541916816264500840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=541916816264500840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/541916816264500840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/541916816264500840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/watch-out-by-sammi.html' title='Watch Out! by Sammi'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2P_y40h-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W61n6yywiMc/s72-c/267155238_454627964f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3030087379929951625</id><published>2008-11-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:48:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil Intruder by Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Pn0tY00I/AAAAAAAAAKI/6PAv-DPHZ6Y/s1600-h/school1wm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Pn0tY00I/AAAAAAAAAKI/6PAv-DPHZ6Y/s320/school1wm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525053420032834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THE EVIL INTRUDER&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning Bob’s mom heard about the body bug biotrainer measure movement track so she goes to buy it.  Bob is a kid with brown hair and blue eyes tall and skinny.  He likes to skateboard and bmx’s.  He is a nice person, funny often talks a lot. When Bob’s mom gets back it is dark out and she says that she wants to try it right now but Bob says that she should wait until two hours before the party. Bob’s mom says that he might be right.  So Bob’s mom waits two hours before the party. Bob and his mom go to bed and the next day Bob’s mom gets ready for the party, does her hair, makeup, picks out her shoes and all the other stuff. Then she puts on the body bug biotrainer     measure movement track. One hour later, Bob’s mom turns into an evil person and Bob does not know what is wrong with her so Bob calls her, “Mom, mom, mom!” She did not answer him so then he calls her by her first name, Lauren and then she answers. The evil person says,”She is not here anymore!”, and Bob says, “Why are you doing  this to my mom. Can’t you go to some one else? My mom has never done anything to you”. Lauren answers,”Yes but she has done something to others and that is way I am doing this to her”. The evil person was treating Bob’s mom like is a bad person. Bob thought maybe he was treating her like she treats others. Bob told the evil person that he would do all he can to make her be good to others and that is a promise.  If that does not work then you can have her but please give my mom and I another chance to change her.  The evil person said, “I will give you a day to make her better.” Bob said, “Does that mean I will be talking to my mom or would I be talking to you?  He answers, “You will be talking to your mom”. Bob starts to talk to his mom and she is talking to him. Bob tells her that she needs to listen to him. She says, “I am glad that you are ok.” she says. “You are ok aren’t you?” Bob says “Yes I am”. Bob tells his mom that she needs to start being nice to others and Bob’s mom says, “How do you know that I was mean to others?” He explained,” I talked to the one that was treating you bad and he said that you need start treating others nice or else. Bob’s mom tries to be nice to others and Bob says also we only have until 12:00 am and that is not a lot of time so start talking to people and listen and be nice to them. The evil person says “Well done. Now all you have to do is find the instructions to turn her back to her self. Bob finds the instructions and sneaks up to his mom and puts the body bug on her and tells her to be respectful to him and she follows through with it. She turns back to her self. Bob’s mom runs up to him and says, “Are you ok? I will be respectful to people from now on. Bob asks her, “Why were you mean to others?” and  Lauren says, “I do not know I guess I had nothing better to do but I am sorry that I did that to other people and you should   treat people with respect” Bob says, “Yes I know I have never treated people bad in any way”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3030087379929951625?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3030087379929951625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3030087379929951625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3030087379929951625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3030087379929951625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/evil-intruder-by-maria.html' title='The Evil Intruder by Maria'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2Pn0tY00I/AAAAAAAAAKI/6PAv-DPHZ6Y/s72-c/school1wm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-4215237301072780862</id><published>2008-11-14T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:45:31.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Forgot to Turn on the Lights by Charlotte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2O3jNE5cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ODCr34t-0SY/s1600-h/scary+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2O3jNE5cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ODCr34t-0SY/s320/scary+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268524224087385538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Forgot To Turn on the Light &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Charlotte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Lola and Jenny were hungry, so they went to a Sushi Shop for dinner. The chef David had only one real arm and a robotic one. His arm got caught in some machine at his old job. So they went to have some Sushi but then Jenny ordered with attitude, so the chef got mad and got Jenny’s order wrong, not Lola’s because she ordered so nicely. &lt;br /&gt;One day after at night 5pm Lola and Jenny were out at a dance. Jenny didn’t find a date, so she went home to go study for the big test and Lola stayed with this guy that asked her to go to the dance with her. The guy invited her over to stay the night. She said yes because she had stayed the night before. So, she went back to Jenny’s and her college dorm room. She went to grab all the items she would need for the night. She went into her dorm room, she didn’t turn on the light because she didn’t want to wake Jenny because two days before she had been up late studying for the big test. She left the dorm to go stay the night at her boyfriend’s dorm (the guy who asked her to the dance).&lt;br /&gt;She woke up the next mourning and went back to her dorm. To find the Jenny lying in bed still so she tried to shake her awake but she didn’t turn over. So she went to turn her over her and she found her dead. Then she went into the bathroom and on the wall it said in blood “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light.” &lt;br /&gt;So she went to go look at her desk and it had blood all over it. She called the police. They came. So then she had to get a new room mate and she had to go on trial. She told them they went to sushi shop the day before and how mean she was to the chef. So then they put the chef on trial and he gave in. Then he got put in jail. Also she got a new room mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-4215237301072780862?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4215237301072780862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=4215237301072780862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4215237301072780862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/4215237301072780862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-forgot-to-turn-on-lights-by.html' title='You Forgot to Turn on the Lights by Charlotte'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SR2O3jNE5cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ODCr34t-0SY/s72-c/scary+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2077830247114821616</id><published>2008-11-12T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:12:10.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberto's Attack by Danielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRsOPA4WH4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r_qJNW41Xkk/s1600-h/strangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRsOPA4WH4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r_qJNW41Xkk/s320/strangle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819840237084546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberto’s Attack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;em&gt; By: Danielle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One Day in the science Lab in Alaska, 2 scientist/astronauts were talking about how they should explore Mars to get rock samples from it. Well they said “we’ll go on a mission in two days”. Mark and Phil were excited. They had to get all of their supplies ready like air tanks, special suits, containers, brushes and other stuff. Then in two days they were ready but when they were ready to blast off the spacecraft started shaking but they said “it was all right”. They are now on there way to mars. They land but with a BIG crash the spacecraft has been wrecked and now they are stranded on Mars!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     Mark Said “Are we going to be stranded here for the rest of our lives?”&lt;br /&gt;Phil replied “I hope not!!”&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Phil are collecting the rocks when they feel like somebody is following them. They keep walking, but then they see a shadow creping toward them.&lt;br /&gt;   Mark and Phil were frightened but then the mysterious creature attacks Phil. Phil was so scared because all he saw was a sphere shaped robot attacking him and screaming at him. Mark starts running to hide but his first thought was to help Phil. Mark came Back and Phil was Gone he thought he might have been Dead. Mark wasn’t sure but then out of nowhere Phil’s body was floating in the air then he landed on the ground. Mark was frightened, his friends were DEAD, He was alone ion mars with the killer robot. Mark decided to name             the robot Roberto.  All Mark Was Thinking was that he might be Dead Next!!! So he goes into the broken spaceship and then he sees some sort of alien wand it wasn’t Roberto, but it as an alien. it was scared of  mark so the alien ran.. Out of nowhere Mark hear “Leave my home or you will pay” ark was scared but he couldn’t leave because his spacecraft was crashed!!!!  Ark Scream “ahhhhh!!”  hen Roberto  was rolling toward Mark very slowly  mark got soo scared  Roberto started rolling faster and  faster and then mark tripped over a rock………… then  Roberto hovered  over mark and Roberto strangled him with hid sharp claws!! Mark was DEAD!!!!!   A Few Days Later The people at the science lab got worried and two more people to mars and they died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2077830247114821616?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2077830247114821616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2077830247114821616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2077830247114821616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2077830247114821616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/robertos-attack-by-danielle.html' title='Roberto&apos;s Attack by Danielle'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRsOPA4WH4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r_qJNW41Xkk/s72-c/strangle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-7460267811995856592</id><published>2008-11-12T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:59:52.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gloomy Day for NASA by Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRsLYpbWNcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FocLKYj4FnM/s1600-h/gloomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRsLYpbWNcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FocLKYj4FnM/s320/gloomy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267816707205248450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Gloomy Day for NASA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in France, the city of light, in 1994 there was a girl named Bertue. She had goldish brownish hair with blue green eyes. She had always been made fun of because of her teeth, they were very screwed up and her family couldn’t afford braces so she had to live her whole life with bad teeth and being made fun of. But now she doesn’t worry about what other people think.  Bertue is an average size person with a wish of becoming a scientist/astronaut.  One day her wish came true.  She went to the U.S.A to learn more and to study like an every day all American person. She then became a scientist who went to space to discover life on the edge of our solar system. The space craft was one of the newer space crafts that had just been invented so the space craft had enough room for two astronauts or scientists studying things in the solar system. The space craft took off on a cold Saturday afternoon at 5:09 p.m. She new that she was going there for the first time and that all of her attention had to be put on searching for facts in the edge of the solar system. She had another worker with her, his name was Jack. He had always been a very serious man about his work. Jack had blonde hair with brownish eyes and was a very skinny man with a cold heart but yet with a fear of loosings his life to the people around him. The space craft was so new and hi-tech that it could fly 10.9 million miles in less than 5 minutes. So they already flew by Pluto and were rushing to write down information before the passed everything.  At some points they were really confused on where they were and sometimes couldn’t find the stars to show them where to go!&lt;br /&gt; The life in the solar system was getting more confusing as they kept traveling and traveling. Bertue finally said that she was going to go to the back and look and make sure everything was ok. Since she learned everything about space craft’s in the NASA space program she was basically a specialist on working with space craft’s.  When she came back she was hyperventilating about how there was no break to stop to observe things or no battery because eventually the gas would run out. She was astonished that this was a new hi-tech space craft with no break or battery. Bertue, was very shocked because having no battery or break meant they would keep going and going, then finally the gas would run out and they would fall into the solar system and keep falling and later just run out of air. They would die sitting/standing in the space craft where no one would ever know what happened or how. Bertue learned that she then needed to stay calm. For 7 more hours she observed what ever went passed through the window of there space craft. At 1:56 a.m (the time back in the U.S.A), she new that the space craft would run out of gas and go falling at 99 miles per hour. &lt;br /&gt; She was right at 1:59 the space craft went crashing. Luckily Bertue and Jack were safely ready for this adventure to happen. When they barely looked out the window they were shocked to see them- selves on a blue rough ground that didn’t look like anything that they have ever seen before. As they got ready to investigate the blue new ground they tried to call back to NASA, but they radio was crashed, along with every other electronic devise. They got air masks on and heavy bulky suits. It was hard at first to walk around the space craft but finally the made it to opening of the space craft. As they pulled with all of there strength the door finally opened with a screech and a squeaky sound making it sound like it was an old nail that was being rubbed against something. As they looked out onto the blue, soft, hard new planet they found it was like a new home that they had been put. Just like the first time you see a house that you will be living in for a long time and not knowing where anything is and everything is. &lt;br /&gt; Just as they walked slowly out of the space craft with a nervous feeling inside there stomach they managed to get outside of the space craft. They took some samples and some notes to take back to the lab if they ever got there space craft fixed. Bertue and Jack split up for only ten minutes. Bertue came sprinting back or at least attempting to, knowing that they were in space. She tried telling that there were things moving in what seems to like a cannon, from her point of view. Jack followed hoping that what she had to show him would be important. &lt;br /&gt;Bertue kept going trying to get a better view but Jack kept mumbling saying “No, no don’t go you never know what they are or what they want with us.” Bertue then dragged jack along and then they realized there weren’t just moving things, they were slimy looking aliens that they wanted nothing to do with!!&lt;br /&gt;But the aliens had another idea they did want something to do with them. As they started running away (or atleast attempting to) a head alien saw them from the back of there head. Her name was Lainia. She was never caring for anyone else she just had always wanted to find aliens; because of course she hadn’t known she was an alien. When she saw the people (aliens from her point of view) she never took her back eye off them. Her slaves went racing after them.&lt;br /&gt; When Bertue looked behind her all she could say is “Jack don’t look back” but right when she said that he looked back terrified. They turned around and crashed into a big huge space rock. Then the servant of Lainia picked them up with his/hers brain (you couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl because it was an alien).&lt;br /&gt; They got taken back to Lainia’s cave of Mysterious No Name. They were very scared and got put into the tubes of horror. Where they got frozen. The aliens kept them locked up for 3 days and 2 nights. At the end of it all they get realesed or un-frozen where there fingers were aching of coldness, and there minds felt like they just drank a frozen pineapple fruit smoothie in less than 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;They then didn’t know what happened, but all they knew is that they got abducted by aliens. When they went back to the space craft it looked like it had been in perfectly good shape. They went inside scared to see what they would find. The engine was in good condition so they went to the radio saying that there time was up in the edge of the Solar System and that they would have no scientific information about the solar system! As they were getting ready to leave the new and exotic planet, the aliens stopped. In some sort of language they said egu-ga-he-de-don-jog. This meant goodbye in Lainia language. As they left they realized that they aliens just wanted to be friends.&lt;br /&gt; When they got back the NASA space program they wanted to know what they should name the new planet and Jack and Berute said “we should name it Hope” (because all they had was hope that they would be able to make it home. And from that day forward there was always 10 planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;strong&gt; The End &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-7460267811995856592?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7460267811995856592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=7460267811995856592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7460267811995856592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7460267811995856592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/gloomy-day-for-nasa-by-emily.html' title='A Gloomy Day for NASA by Emily'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRsLYpbWNcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FocLKYj4FnM/s72-c/gloomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-5735466991518246170</id><published>2008-11-12T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:30:00.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Got Shot With The Sticky Bullet by Alec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRroRJ9Gs0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/He5LsG29J0o/s1600-h/sticky_bullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRroRJ9Gs0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/He5LsG29J0o/s320/sticky_bullet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267778095590847298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day I Got Shot With A Sticky Bullet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one hard day as a scout sniper for the us army we were heeding back to camp. At the time Alec was the head of his sniper cure but that one night he was heading back to camp he was shot with a sticky Bullitt. Once we got back to camp his scout resized Alec was bleeding and he new we had to get him to the hospital. Once he got their we had trouble getting Alec in but then they realized it was a sticky bullet and the enemies could wipe out the whole camp if they tracked him. So we got the sticky billet off of Alec and the bullet was token far away. he went back to binge a sniper but 5 years later Alec was killed by an air strike and now hunted the enemies who killed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-5735466991518246170?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5735466991518246170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=5735466991518246170' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5735466991518246170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5735466991518246170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-i-got-shot-with-sticky-bullet-by.html' title='The Day I Got Shot With The Sticky Bullet by Alec'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRroRJ9Gs0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/He5LsG29J0o/s72-c/sticky_bullet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-8836217234883820268</id><published>2008-11-12T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:28:25.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel-Cell Crash by Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrn5estbVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M2MmN0CWYv4/s1600-h/china_train_crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrn5estbVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M2MmN0CWYv4/s320/china_train_crash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267777688842366290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuel-Cell Crash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dark, gray, foggy, night there were two people Joe and Kim they were getting some of that new fuel-cell gas every one has been talking about in their new blue punch-buggy. Joe was a tall, brown haired, 25 year old man with brown eyes and Kim was medium with blond hair and blue eyes also at the age of 24. After words they were on their way home Joe stopped the car he moves closer to Kim and says “isn’t this the place were that school bus that had fuel-cell gas in it crashed from that train and no one survived” Kim replied “yeah I think it is Joe.” They both look down and notice they were on the train tracks their hearts pumping repeatedly. They see lights flashing Joe goes to back up but the car would not move they were stuck not even their seatbelts wouldn’t come undone. There’s the train coming closer and seems faster every time they look, finally Joe broke free he went over to Kim trying to help her with the cold sweat dripping down his face Kim says “this fuel-cell gas must be haunted what happened to those kids is going to happen to us to” the loud whistle of the train pierces their ear drums she is trying to break free but she can’t. The train gets louder and closer the guy driving the train is yelling “get out of the way” in a very angry manner.  Kim is struggling to get out and then all of a sudden they feel a slight movement of the car Kim screams and then the train rushes past all they feel is the wind from the fast train on their faces finally the train ended they did not get hit, they start yelling “thank you” to who moved the car for them but there was no answer. They look at the car there was no dent but there was handprints on the window but not just one but many they hear a faint and quiet voice say “you’re welcome.” They get in the car more scared then they have ever been. Now for the rest of their life they tell people that story and warn everyone they know about fuel-cell gas and no one uses that type of gas again and that same exact road was blocked of two years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-8836217234883820268?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8836217234883820268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=8836217234883820268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8836217234883820268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8836217234883820268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuel-cell-crash-by-kelly.html' title='Fuel-Cell Crash by Kelly'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrn5estbVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M2MmN0CWYv4/s72-c/china_train_crash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-6782755214059280876</id><published>2008-11-12T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:26:10.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down, One Million to Go by Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrnXosgAZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nvGIIIj5mlE/s1600-h/untitledhj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrnXosgAZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nvGIIIj5mlE/s320/untitledhj.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267777107410289042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Down, 1000000 to Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On a late autumn afternoon, Xavier was alone eating dinner.  His real name is Rufus Xavier Saszberilla but everyone calls him Xavier.  Xavier is a tall, broad shouldered, handsome, and not the brightest light bulb.  He is very skilled with weaponry and extremely strong to say the least.  Everyone in his town loves him.  Especially the girls.  The men on the other hand well, they were very jealous.  Though some still worship him and try to mimic everything he does.  Yet there are the large amounts that think he is the stupidest man alive.  Which I can’t disagree with.  Anyways, Xavier always eats late dinners so mostly every one else was a sleep.  In this town (which I can’t reveal the name of) people go to bed awfully early.  The reason never came to poor Xavier but all the other townspeople knew about the Army of the Dead.  Yet there are some stupid people in this world that will do anything for adventure.  Which costs there lives.  Xavier witnessed this tonight.  The lover of adventures name was Lucy Locket.  She lived two doors down from Xavier.  Poor Lucy knew that when you look at the army they will shoot your head off!  But poor Lucy wasn’t afraid.  So she got up from bed and waited.  Man am I excited, she said to herself.  Then out of nowhere a gun was fired.  There was nothing left of poor little Lucy.  Xavier was scared to death and quick as a flash turned away.  He thought he was safe but oh no, General Lee (the General of the Army) came out with no head and a gun sticking through Xavier head.  Then, he vanished quick as a flash.  It scared Xavier so much he fled to a nearby train station.  Which is right by the city.  There he was safe; when he finally relaxed the train came.  Yet, something was strange.  It wasn’t slowing down!  There were people screaming but they weren’t real, they were ghosts!  Then the train crashed a pieces went everywhere.  Xavier fainted.  He couldn’t help it this night was to weird.  In the morning, he finally woke up.  He was very confused and finally decided he should go back home.  There he saw the most horrifying picture.  The Army of The Dead had the new military lasers, and what do you know they were fighting the U.S. army!  All the locals knew that the only way to beat them is to kill the general.  Everyone except Xavier.  Then a friend came and told him this,”Kill the general or were doomed!” Then a laser came and took his head off.  Xavier knew what he had to do.  He went to the general and asked him this, “Why are destroying the Earth?” because of what you have done.  You made one country not separate, the south deserves to win and that’s what we’ll do!  Then, quick as a flash a laser came at him.  Except some how missed.  Someone saved him.  Xavier had no clue who though, not even to this day.  Anyways as the General kept blabbing on Xavier knew he must kill him but how?  Without the lasers the ghosts can’t win but with them they can, he thought.  So if he got the laser it may kill them.  Then he came behind the General and took his gun.  &lt;br /&gt;“Oh, silly man, you can’t kill me” said Lee.  Then he came at Xavier with his sword, and like and instinct Xavier held down the trigger and killed the ghost.  The army vanished.  Xavier never truly understood that night but it will haunt him forever.  All he can think of is what about the North?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-6782755214059280876?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6782755214059280876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=6782755214059280876' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6782755214059280876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6782755214059280876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-down-one-million-to-go-by-luke.html' title='One Down, One Million to Go by Luke'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrnXosgAZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nvGIIIj5mlE/s72-c/untitledhj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2524549877137390081</id><published>2008-11-12T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:24:15.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned By My Not-So-Friendly Friends by Kayla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrmfvKBBVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OqUKBXFPKRA/s1600-h/poison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrmfvKBBVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OqUKBXFPKRA/s320/poison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267776147072025938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poisoned By My Not- So- Friendly Friends&lt;br /&gt;      Once there was a very snotty rich girl named Angelica. Every time she saw someone, she would meanly insult them. The girls would end up crying really hard, but Angelica didn’t care. She would even insult the teacher. Some times she would even insult her family. &lt;br /&gt;      Usually, the people she hurts don’t try to fight back because they’re afraid of getting in a fight, but one day Angelica pushed it too far. She made fun of her friend, Nicholle so badly that Nicholle tried to punch her but missed. Before she tried again, her other friends pulled her away. Luckily their teacher saw them fighting and sent them down to the principal’s office. All of them got detention for a day. The friends of Angelica were so mad at her. They didn’t think it was their fault. &lt;br /&gt;      “It was all Angelica’s fault. Why should we get detention for doing nothing?” Nicholle said madly.&lt;br /&gt;        “Maybe because you tried to punch her?” said their other friend, Carol.&lt;br /&gt;          After detention, they all went to Sydney’s house. They were talking in the kitchen while eating popcorn. Then Sydney brought up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;         “I still can’t believe you tried to punch Angelica.” Sydney said still kind of surprised.&lt;br /&gt;         “She just pushed it too far.” Nicholle said.&lt;br /&gt;          While they continued talking, Carol started talking about a plan.&lt;br /&gt;          “We should poison Angelica.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Why the heck would we do that?” said Nicholle.&lt;br /&gt;          “Well she just so mean to everyone. If we poisoned her we would never have to listen to her mean insults.”&lt;br /&gt;           “Whatever.” Nicholle said.&lt;br /&gt;             The other girls agreed.&lt;br /&gt;              “We’ll meet tonight at 8:00 o’clock.” Carol added.&lt;br /&gt;               It seemed liked forever after the girls left before they went to Angelica’s. When the girls got together, they were ready to poison her. Carol got the poisoned apple ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;             When they got to Angelica’s house, the door was locked so, they climbed a tree next to her door. Thankfully she wasn’t awake. Plus she wouldn’t be after she had the poisoned apple.&lt;br /&gt;                “Are you sure she doesn’t have,” Nicholle tried, “um you know, the thing that detects food poisoning?”&lt;br /&gt;                “You mean the new high tect chip?” said Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;                   “Uh yeah that.” added Nicholle.&lt;br /&gt;                   “No, she doesn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;           Everyone was really quiet when they entered her room, scared that she might wake up. They walked over to her bed while Carol got the apple ready. When they were all over at her bed, Carol slowly moved the apple toward Angelica’s mouth. &lt;br /&gt;                “I’m scared.” Carol said.&lt;br /&gt;               “Just do it. You know you want to.” Nicholle added.&lt;br /&gt;              “Ok fine.”&lt;br /&gt;                Right when Angelica swallowed, everyone’s mouth dropped. She died.       &lt;br /&gt;                And that’s why Angelica should have been a better person.&lt;br /&gt;                               The  End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2524549877137390081?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2524549877137390081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2524549877137390081' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2524549877137390081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2524549877137390081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/poisoned-by-my-not-so-friendly-friends.html' title='Poisoned By My Not-So-Friendly Friends by Kayla'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrmfvKBBVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OqUKBXFPKRA/s72-c/poison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-6024809023557971423</id><published>2008-11-12T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:20:34.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train Lights by Kaitlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrmAZDdQQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KnXK4G0QlLc/s1600-h/train1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrmAZDdQQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KnXK4G0QlLc/s320/train1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267775608562991362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Train Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Kaitlin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;One suspicious cloudy dark day in September, with little noise,   around 10:30 Ashlee and Josh decided to go for a hike in the woods. Ashlee has long straight bleach blonde hair and blue eyes; she also thinks she knows everything. Josh has brown hair and green blue eyes and loves to talk about football and play football. Ashlee and Josh were also both 15 years old.  When they started getting far into the woods they heard loud screeches that seemed to be coming from an old train track. They started walking towards the noise, but then they heard something running threw the woods. Ashlee started bighting her nails and she grabbed Josh because she got scared. Josh was brave and just said, &lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok it was probably just a deer or a raccoon.” &lt;br /&gt; Without warning the few light posts that were in the woods went blank because of the OELD (Organic Light-emitting diodes) lights that the city thought would save more money. So Ashlee and Josh were used to having the power go out all of the time. Josh grabbed for his flashlight and when he turned it on something or someone was hiding behind a giant rotting tree. Then they started running and found the source of the screeching to find out that it was old train tracks just as Ashlee and Josh thought it was. The train tracks were all rusted and under the train tracks was a slow moving, steamy river. When Ashlee and Josh decided to go on the train tracks and look at the river, a rock hit the river with a loud splash. They turned around to see who made the big splash but nobody was there, not even a frog. When Josh heard the loud splash he started getting a little spooked even though he is the braver then Ashlee. As soon as Ashlee and Josh were sure that there was really nothing there they went up to the train tracks. They started walking along the train tracks to see where they lead, but as soon as they took about 5 steps Ashlee’s sweater got caught on a long tree branch. As Josh was struggling to get Ashlee untangled from the branch, little did they know that a train was coming faster than ever right at them. Ashlee and Josh didn’t know there was   a train coming because the power went out and when the power goes out no lights in the entire Los Angeles area work. &lt;br /&gt;“I’m still stuck get me out!” Ashlee said. &lt;br /&gt;“I’m trying your really stuck though; just forget about your sweater.” Josh said &lt;br /&gt;“NO! This is my favorite sweater I can’t just leave it!” Ashlee yelled&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Ashlee wasn’t stuck anymore they heard something coming along the train tracks. They stayed there until they realized what it was. It was a train with smoke coming from the sides of it. The train was coming as fast as it could and Ashlee and Josh started to run to get out of there. When they looked to see who was driving the train it had red eyes and a black body and then Ashlee and Josh started to scream.  They started running as fast as they could but then Ashlee’s shoe got stuck in between the train tracks. They were struggling really fast to try to get the shoe unstuck but the tiny heel got stuck between the tracks. Josh said,&lt;br /&gt;“Why did you even where shoes with a heel when your hiking in the woods?”&lt;br /&gt;“I felt like it ok! I’m a girl now please hurry up!” yelled Ashlee&lt;br /&gt; Then Josh got extremely tired of waiting to get Ashlee unstuck, so Josh grabbed Ashlee and ran with Ashlee in his arms. All of the sudden when they thought it was safe to stop running; the train came off of the tracks and started to chase them down. Ashlee took off her last shoe and threw it at the black body that was driving the train but, the train didn’t stop it kept following them until Ashlee and Josh climbed into a tree. As soon as they climbed into the tree the train faded away with the Black body and red eyed figure. They climbed down from the tree started sprinting and ran as fast as they could through the woods. They ran all the way back to Josh’s house where they locked all of the doors closed the blinds. Josh and Ashlee decided not to tell there parents because they thought that Ashlee’s parents would think they were lying and Josh’s parents would think they were acting just like kids again and imagining. From this day on Ashlee and Josh never ever went to the woods at night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-6024809023557971423?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6024809023557971423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=6024809023557971423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6024809023557971423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6024809023557971423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/train-lights-by-kaitlin.html' title='The Train Lights by Kaitlin'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrmAZDdQQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KnXK4G0QlLc/s72-c/train1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-6795889606171001826</id><published>2008-11-12T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:16:27.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robot Who Ruled the World by Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrlDX2qTQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GVtyzHIyPGI/s1600-h/roboman_webcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrlDX2qTQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GVtyzHIyPGI/s320/roboman_webcam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267774560268864770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Robot Who Ruled the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Eric and Greg went on a camping trip they were almost there when all of the sudden they where out of gas.  So they both had to push the car to the nearest gas station but then Eric didn’t have any money so he asked Greg if he could borrow some and he would pay him back.  They came back after the camping trip but Eric still hasn’t paid Greg   back.  They went again the next year but Greg had become very famous inventor and made a housekeeping robot that had become very widely known and he brought it with him just for fun. They were on there way when the car ran out of gas again so Greg had to give him some money jus t like last time but Eric still hasn’t paid him so he was kind of getting upset. So then that night he made his robot talk and do all these cool things to scare Eric. Some of the things that it could do were start fires, pick up anything a human could, it could make scary noises, scary flashes, and the robot can shoot lasers. Then that very clear cold night where you could see every star he turned the robot on and Greg started screaming because he saw a robot and when he told Eric he didn’t believe him. Then Greg ran behind the car. Then Eric saw something it was the robot doing the scary flashes and then Eric said that wasn’t a robot it just your mind playing tricks on you  but then he saw something again it was the robot.  Eric was getting really scared and he knew wasn’t his mind that was playing tricks on him. After that he went outside and when saw the silver robot he thought it was a good joke by Greg. Then he went up to it and knocked on it and it was very cold medal then the robot started flashing which was really scaring him. Then he thought it was going to take over the world when the robot said give me back my money then it said it again and Eric said what do you mean give Greg the money back.  Our I will haunt you for the rest of your life and you will be scared to death. Then right away he went looking for Greg and Greg popped out and said why didn’t you give me my money back after I gave you money when you needed it Also why didn’t you believe me when I said there was a robot? Then Eric apologized for what he did. Then when they got back Eric paid back Greg and always believed from that day forward.  They always went on that camping trip every single year and they always told scary stories about a robot taking over the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-6795889606171001826?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6795889606171001826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=6795889606171001826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6795889606171001826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6795889606171001826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/robot-who-ruled-world-by-tom.html' title='The Robot Who Ruled the World by Tom'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrlDX2qTQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GVtyzHIyPGI/s72-c/roboman_webcam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-5684199011480536567</id><published>2008-11-12T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:14:25.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment Gone Wrong by Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrkit_sQdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UYGwsJ3fL8Q/s1600-h/brain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrkit_sQdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UYGwsJ3fL8Q/s320/brain.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267773999276638674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experiment Gone Wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a dark, stormy night Peyton was sitting in his cottage by Hanging Hills in Connecticut, reading the local newspaper. The headline read “Another Death by Black Dog Sighting in Hanging Hills, Connecticut.” Now with living by Hanging Hills, all of these news stories about the black dog deaths disturbed Peyton; he ran his hand through his blond hair. He said aloud “I will call someone about this.”  So, Peyton calls the local newspaper and asked about the story. All they said is “call the science lab 3 miles from Hanging Hills and ask them about it.” Peyton said to him “I will call the lab tomorrow.” The next day, Peyton called the lab and asked them about the black dog. This is what they told him… “A few years ago, they were experimenting on a little black dog that had paralyzed legs and could not walk. They were trying to rewire the brain so that the dog could walk. It went terribly wrong and the dog ended up dying. A little bit later, one of the workers at the lab went to Hanging Hills to hike. He said he saw a little black dog like the one they had experimented on and he tried to catch it but it disappeared right before his eyes. He went hiking again a week later to find the dog. He saw it and offered it a treat but it ran off. The next time he went hiking with his wife, they saw the dog and its eyes turned a strange red color and then it ran away. It was the last time he saw the dog, because the next day he had a heart attack and died. That is why the little black dog’s ghost haunts the people of Hanging Hills; it wants to get revenge on the science lab workers.” Peyton was frightened at this news. He was even more scared because he lived in Hanging Hills and had heard dogs barking in the night. Peyton went to sleep with the T.V. on so he would not hear the dog barking. The next day he went to look for the black dog but he found nothing. He tried to find clues and stop the deaths but he could not find anything. He went back to his cottage and called up the council from the town a few miles away from Hanging Hills. They said they would “see what they could do.” Peyton thought they were being funny and called them back and said” I’m not joking about this, this is serious.” Then the line went dead. “Great” Peyton said, “They hung up on me.” After some sleep Peyton went to find the dog again and finally saw it. He ran after it but it was fast and got away, but it re-appeared and started to walk toward him. He said to it, “Its ok, I’m not going to hurt you.” Then he hit himself on the head, “The dog’s dead how can I hurt it anymore…” The dog seemed to be listening and he told it “Your owners were not trying to hurt you, they were trying to help you, but something went wrong and you died because the shock waves were too strong for you.” At this the dog cocked its head. It started to have a happier gleam in it eyes. The dog seemed to thank Peyton and then vanished. At night, when Peyton went to bed, he did not hear anymore barking. Over the next week, he did not see any news stories about black dog death sightings….. Until the science lab tested the same experiment 2 years later. But, that’s another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-5684199011480536567?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5684199011480536567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=5684199011480536567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5684199011480536567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/5684199011480536567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/experiment-gone-wrong-by-sarah.html' title='Experiment Gone Wrong by Sarah'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrkit_sQdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UYGwsJ3fL8Q/s72-c/brain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-7929483499991915429</id><published>2008-11-12T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:11:26.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Flying Car Rides by Jesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrj4_d9nsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d_rBzcjkoKM/s1600-h/vtol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrj4_d9nsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d_rBzcjkoKM/s320/vtol2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267773282412502722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Final Flying Car Rides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a windy night in the year 2028, I turned on the HD (T.V. of the future) to watch the presentation of the new flying cars. It was thought that this would never happen. It was so interesting seeing the new cars. It was like when the first light bulbs were introduced. No one could stop talking about the flying cars they where becoming so popular. It was like guys talking sports the flying cars were so popular. A week later, every dealership in America was sold out of flying cars. It was like a new video game came out. I didn’t really trust the new cars. What if the propellers stopped working in the air? What if you hit another car? Would the seat belts save your life during impact? I was scared thinking about what would go wrong when I would go on the bus version of the cars. I felt like a passenger thinking about the dangers of the cruise ship sinking.  When I got home one day, I heard on the news that many people had accidents on a flying car in one day. These weren’t just once a week accidents, this was happening everyday and one of them I saw. It was like the gods were mad and killed everyone. The same night, I received a call that some of my relatives died in a flying car. Sadly, people across the world had died on these cars. I was more scared than being stuck at the top of the tallest roller coaster hill. Well over an estimated 1,000 people were estimated died. It was sad to see. The next day, I got on a flying bus and I notice while it took of, one propeller wasn’t spinning. I found an open seat, sat down and ducked down and waited to crash. I was scared like a guinea pig in front of a very loud speaker. Everyone was wondering what I was doing. I showed them what I saw and everyone ducked for the crash. The bus was full of voices yelling and screaming in fear. It was like the natural forces had gotten stronger. Soon, three other propellers stopped working. The screams got louder and louder! The bus came right down in the middle of an intersection. For a minute, I thought I was died. Several people were rushed to the hospital and everyone else including me was in a daze. From the people taken to the hospital, blood gushed out of them all over the street like ketchup moving around in a tipped bowl of meatloaf. It was like a tornado picked up the bus and sent us flying in the air. The bus looked like a car about to be crushed and made into scrape metal. It was a horrible site to see. Everyone was starring at the scene of the accident. It didn’t get how you really could. When I got home later, the problem was figured out. The computers at the Japanese factory made an error on every flying car made. The error on the flying cars was that after flying five miles the propellers stopped working. I thought the entire computer system had turned against all humans. All of the flying cars made were recalled and they were not making any more flying cars in Japan until the problem was solved. Five hundred workers were laid of from work.  So that people could get around faster, the Japanese sent over some of their old cars to the world while the cars were fixed. The cars were not as fast and people got into lots of accidents in the old cars. The cars force of gravity caused most accidents. Corn and food prices went up $1.00. The economy was doing very poorly around the world. It scared many people. The stocks were not looking good ether. It was like the stock markets hated us. It took a long time but in three months, the problem was fixed. The old cars were sent back to Japan and we received our flying cars. I was as relived as Nasa when Apollo 13 crew members returned to earth. (It was mission that went wrong in space.) Production at the factory started back up in Japan. The 500 workers that were laid of were back to work. Corn and food prices were much lower than before. It was like the stock market suddenly liked us again. After the cars were fixed, I decided to lease a flying car. I felt very safe in the fixed flying cars. I felt like a titanic passenger in the middle of the cruise.  Everything was back to normal. I felt as safe as a passenger strapped in tight going up the tallest hill. The employee showing me around me around just said, just watch how much fuel your car uses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-7929483499991915429?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7929483499991915429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=7929483499991915429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7929483499991915429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/7929483499991915429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-flying-car-rides-by-jesse.html' title='The Final Flying Car Rides by Jesse'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRrj4_d9nsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d_rBzcjkoKM/s72-c/vtol2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-1051058216705002977</id><published>2008-11-12T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:07:39.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Haunting Memory by Quinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRri96r-3JI/AAAAAAAAAIg/baFdZQlj1NE/s1600-h/memory2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRri96r-3JI/AAAAAAAAAIg/baFdZQlj1NE/s320/memory2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267772267516845202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Haunting Memory&lt;br /&gt;    By: Quinn&lt;br /&gt;Usually, you’d think that a sunny hill side would be home to a cheerful family, right?  WRONG! This lovely estate and land belongs to a man of great power, but no family. This is Dr. Sharpe’s story.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the bright colorful hillside of Springfield, South Carolina, there lived an incredible man by the name of Dr. Sharpe. Everyone new of the doctor’s inventions and how he became famous. He started out as a normal student in the town of Austin, Texas with good intelligents and a well loved family. Through the years of elementary school, he became smarter and smarter!&lt;br /&gt;He soon skipped various grades such as 6th through 8th. Knowing he was smart, he decided to leave school all together and start experimenting. He went to the basement every Sunday afternoon to work on his most recent invention.  Doing this for 2 months straight  he got tired of doing so much work for such a small invention, a voice activated TV, (to him that was nothing).  He soon came up with another experiment to help him. This was his latest and most advanced. It was based on magnetic brain therapy. Although he had never tried anything like this, he was willing to give it a try. Knowing he couldn’t construct a real human he decided to use the technology on his best friend, (and his only friend). As he tampered with the invention, more and more he thought about other possibilities for someone to help him. But he couldn’t use his friend because he had a very low IQ. And there was nobody in the town that was as smart as he was, so he had to use the experiment on his friend. Although he was unsure about his decision, he wanted his TV done. After hours of messing with the technology, he finally finished. His friend awoke but with a horrible gleam in his eye. Sharpe had no idea what was going on in his head. Suddenly, he whipped his arms across the face of the young doctor, and he went flying across the high-tech room. Sharpe was certain this wouldn’t happen, but it did. The thing that was supposed to make him smarter turned him into a monster. The technology he had put in his head was interfering with his brain waves, making him not think straight. His once good friend was now his worst nightmare. He rampaged through the house destroying and busting everything into a million pieces. Sharpe saw the hate in his eyes; they were the color of the dark nights in the abandon town. The young doctor ran out the door and hid in the backyard. He could hear the screams of his beloved family clawing for life at the once trusted friend. Blood was splattering all over the windows and anyone from 10 miles away would be able to hear the horror. Pretty soon there were no more screaming. Not a sound came from the quiet house. As he walked inside he was horrified to see the arms of his father lying across the kitchen table where they once had great meals and unforgettable memorizes. On the other side of the house his mother was as pale as a ghost as it looked like she had been strangled to death. Only sadness filled his heart now as he cried running out the front door. He was not sure where the monster had gone but as he walked down his once peaceful street, he heard the cries of neighbors everywhere. Quickly he turned down the street the other way and ran for his life.&lt;br /&gt;9 years have passed since the incident. The doctor now sits in his billion dollar house in Springfield he built from prize money from science fairs and awards. He still thinks about the beast and has finally found a way to stop the whack O. Sharpe constructed a serum that can stop his friend in his tracks. He must inject the substance into the monster’s spinal chord but it could be risky. There was no other way to stop him. The monster was impervious to bullets and weapons, that is what he did know. What the doctor didn’t know was that all the people his friend had killed had turned into zombies and plotted to kill  Sharpe. His mother, father, and old neighbors. Just on the other side of the interstate, the infected foes plotted an invasion on the house. Dr. Sharpe had no idea about this, but after so long he had a feeling that this would happen some day. The days were always slow but everyday he feared the thought of being attacked. Several hours later he heard the cries again from so long ago, the cries of the cornered innocents. At that moment, he sprang from his chair and into his lab in the basement. Quickly, he grabbed the serum and sprinted up stairs. As soon as he got to the tenth step, he saw the horrible sight of every family member, neighbor, and his friend starring down the steps at the stunned doctor. Slowly, he tried to back down the steps but in the blink of an eye, the monsters jumped down the stairway hurtling at Sharpe. He bounded out of the way landing hardly on the cold smooth cement ground. He got back up quickly, and then there was the cutting and piercing sound of skin being torn. Thud. Something hit the ground hard. There was no more screaming or cutting. Starring at the body there was a sigh of relief, the monster had been stopped. As soon as the first was down, the others followed. In such a horrifying event, all was set right again. The technology was taken out and the day was done. Everyone left, but Sharpe and his old friend stayed behind and finished up the TV that they forgot about 9 years ago to the day. It all worked out in the end, and the invention was never used again.   The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-1051058216705002977?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1051058216705002977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=1051058216705002977' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1051058216705002977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1051058216705002977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/haunting-memory-by-quinn.html' title='A Haunting Memory by Quinn'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRri96r-3JI/AAAAAAAAAIg/baFdZQlj1NE/s72-c/memory2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3073586256000837853</id><published>2008-11-07T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:42.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnathon Moulton and the Underworld by Cathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRSAOioy1QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7X1XzH6mvgk/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRSAOioy1QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7X1XzH6mvgk/s320/hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265974851607385346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon Moulton and the Underworld &lt;br /&gt; There lived an old man named Jonathon Moulton who lived a small cramped log cabin deep in the woods of Yosemite. Jonathon loved money but, was immensely poor and often times he had to borrow money from the king because he did not have a job and had no way to pay for food. Jonathon had borrowed so much money to King Charles IV that he had to pay him back in one week or else he would be hung and left to die in front or all the people in the town.. He knew that he could only do one thing to earn that much money in such little time was to sell his soul to the devil. It was a risky decision   but he knew it as the only way, so Jonathon went to his only friend Gary who was Jonathon’s only friend was a middle aged man who wanted to be a mad scientist so., Jonathon said to him “I am going to sell my soul to the devil to get money to repay the king but I also need money to live so I will ask him for extra amount so I will never have to borrow money from that dreaded king Charles IV.” Gary thought that the decision was to treacherous to do so he begged and pleaded that Jonathon should not sell his soul. Jonathon knew what he had to do so he started walking away but as soon as he crept past the front door of grays’ old, barley standing house Jonathon bumped into Gary who was pushing him trying to keep him from going. Gary told him that he would build a robotic exoskeleton that he would wear if the devil took him to the underworld and never let him come back. Gary slowly becoming week fell to the ground thump. Jonathon looks back, waits a minute then walks away. As he walks through the forest to get back home he stops looks around then quickly turns, he sees a black shadow standing silently behind a tree then suddenly disappears.  When Jonathon arrives at his house he stands up straight in front of the old, mossy cabin and calls for the devil to bring him to the underworld where all evil lives. A dark purplish portal appears swirling faster than anything Jonathon has ever seen. Jonathon steps into the dark portal and then soon PLOP! He falls on the rough jagged ground of the UNDERWORLD. Jonathon Walks up to the tallest building that he thinks the devil might live in. he walks up the mile long stairs it is silent, the only thing Jonathon can hear is the sound of his heart  pounding thump, thump, thump. As he walks in right in front of him staring at Jonathon with his dark, fiery, evil eyes was the devil him salve and his evil minions who are people who sold their soul to the devil. After talking to the devil the devil agreed to give Jonathon one boot full of gold a day. The portal began to swirl and get larger Jonathon could hear the shhhhhhhh noise of the portal as it grew in size. He eagerly stepped through hiding the happiness.   The next day Jonathon woke up and spotted two shineyboots full’s of gold. The first thing he did was he went to the king and gave him the money that he owed him. The king was astonished he had so much gold.  Once Jonathon was done paying back the king he spent the rest of his gold on new furniture and clothes. The next day he woke up and again his boots were filled with magnificently glowing gold. Jonathon jumping with excitement went to show Gary. When he arrived at Gary’s house he was shone the robotic exoskeleton that Gary made for him. Jonathon kept on getting more gold until the  one day that Gary had warned him about  the day where the devil would come to the mortal world. Jonathon woke up he saw the devil sitting in his chair by the fireplace. The devil said in a low evil voice “Jonathon I need you to stay with me in the underworld as one of my minions.” Jonathon shouted and wailed “I will never be your evil minion!” The devil started laughing in a low devilish voice and then said “you have to because you sold your soul to me.” So the devil dragged Jonathon who was to terrified to say something back with him through the portal to the underworld. After five days Gary got very worried and remembered that he had made a super suit to go  to the underworld with. So Gary put on the suit and pushed the button that he had installed to open the portal to the underworld. As Gary walked through dark treacherous underworld he tried very hard to keep his mind from wondering because his super suit is controlled with his thoughts .As he approached a building he heard Jonathon moaning he quickly ran into the building and saw Jonathon serving  the devil said but Gary noticed that Jonathon did not seem to mind. Gary started calling to Jonathon but he did not answer. Then Gary heard the devil laughing at him and slowly turned around and the devil said “He will never come with you because I have his soul, and the only way to get it back is to defeat me in battle.” So Gary and the devil fought until, Gary finally won and the devil gave back Jonathon’s soul and brought them back to the mortal world. After Jonathon thanked Gary for saving his life he walked back home to see that all his gold was gone but the gold he gave the king was still there. They say every Halloween you can hear the devil laughing because he took another soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3073586256000837853?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3073586256000837853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3073586256000837853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3073586256000837853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3073586256000837853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/johnathon-moulton-and-underworld-by.html' title='Johnathon Moulton and the Underworld by Cathy'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRSAOioy1QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7X1XzH6mvgk/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-1234676113447975256</id><published>2008-11-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:50:30.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire's Nightmare by Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR_qBBWDKI/AAAAAAAAAII/oPVmbfMJt0I/s1600-h/vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR_qBBWDKI/AAAAAAAAAII/oPVmbfMJt0I/s320/vampire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265974224108260514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vampires Nightmare&lt;br /&gt; Once their was a kid named Jon he had a little trouble with his grades. He also &lt;br /&gt;had trouble with making friends in school and out of school Jon tried making friends but &lt;br /&gt;every time he asked  a person to be his friend they either ignored him or they just said no. &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Jon go home and he will get angry at himself rather than the person&lt;br /&gt;       that he asked to be his friend. He will get so  mad that he reaches to the point where&lt;br /&gt; he just cant take it any more. He tries to go for a &lt;br /&gt;ride in his electric car but every time he does, the car has these powers that turn Jon into &lt;br /&gt;a vampire. This uses up all the electricity in the car and the car starts slowing down and it &lt;br /&gt;stops because it has no more electricity and it breaks down. After the car breaks down he &lt;br /&gt;cant call anyone because he has no friends and he cant get a car to stop and give him a ride. Every time someone stops the person in the car goes away yelling because he  is so ugly.  Jon ends up passing out because he walked so far that he ran out of breath and fell in a bush. As Jon wakes up the next morning, he walks home, gets ready for school, and this same thing happens over and over until the weekend comes . That weekend  he goes out to a secret place in the woods and he sleeps in the woods  until Monday and  then the whole process happens again and again. This has happened to Jon since about fourth grade and he is going to be a senior in a week. Over the summer Jon spent most of the time in his room reading and eating and he never came out. The first day of his senior year it was any normal day of school he was getting picked on by Freshmen. Jon’s day was really bad until  a new kid that was a senior came up to Jon and said that he felt bad  that he was getting picked on so much. The new kid was getting picked on too but he asked Jon to be his friend because the two of them were always getting picked on and had no friends. Along had each other. Since Jon finally got a friend and he could live a very peaceful  Senior year. That year Jon got a scholarship to a lot of very good schools for art because he made a piece that made it to the country finals and won.   When in college he ended up being a famous artist. Jon’s life changed all on one person and one person only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-1234676113447975256?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1234676113447975256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=1234676113447975256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1234676113447975256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1234676113447975256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/vampires-nightmare-by-sam.html' title='The Vampire&apos;s Nightmare by Sam'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR_qBBWDKI/AAAAAAAAAII/oPVmbfMJt0I/s72-c/vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-8518985622691109608</id><published>2008-11-07T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:48:19.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vern's Amazing Haunted Story by Veronica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR_TT6CSWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s3hVsRYVaD0/s1600-h/Haunted_House2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR_TT6CSWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s3hVsRYVaD0/s320/Haunted_House2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265973834040887650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Vern’s amazing haunted story                 &lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy named Chairbee and no one liked him because he was green and he had no brain. He was walking one day and he ran into someone named Keymagospe.  They started to talk to each other and Keymagospe said, “Do you want to go to a haunted house?” The green goblin said, “You won’t be mean to me will you?”  .  The Keymagospe said, “No I won’t. Trust me just because you’re green, have no teeth and your ugly that won’t offend me.”  When they got to the haunted house, Chairbee had heard a very scary noise.  It sounded like a person being attacked by Jeepers Creepers. So Keymagospe had left Chairbee in the haunted house all by himself.  All of a sudden a weird man came up to him and said “GET OUT YOU UGLY PERSON!” The ugly boy had gone home. As he was walking home he remembered he had a smart car.  It had become dark very slowly.  He had gotten in his car. He tried to start it, but it would not start. So he had to walk all the way home in the dark.  He was very scared.  When he was entering his old jagged house he had smelt something very disturbing.  He said to himself, “This does not smell right.”    &lt;br /&gt;He kept walking into his house very slowly. All the floors were creaking, and he went into the kitchen.  He grabbed a knife, and he started to go up the stair. When he was walking up the stairs, he had tripped and fallen.  He stabbed himself in the gut.   He tried to get up, but when he was looking up he had seen a fat hairy man with a knife in his hand.                                   Chairbee had asked the man, “Can you help me, and what are you doing in my house?”   The old man said, “I am here to kill you.” Chairbee said “Why do you want to kill me? What have I done to you?  Get out of my house.”  The old man just stood there and laughed at Chairbee. Charibee had gotten up very fast and he told the old man “I am not going to ask you again “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE” The old man did. “CHAIRBEE ARE YOU THERE?” Chairbee said “Yes who are you?” Keymagospe said “It’s me, Keymagospe”. “ I thought  you had left me,” said Chairbee.  “I would not leave you . you’re my friend and I told you I would not leave you” said Keymagospe.  So then Keymagospe had to take care of Chairbee and they lived happily ever after OR DID THEY?…                          THE END…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-8518985622691109608?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8518985622691109608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=8518985622691109608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8518985622691109608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8518985622691109608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/verns-amazing-haunted-story-by-veronica.html' title='Vern&apos;s Amazing Haunted Story by Veronica'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR_TT6CSWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s3hVsRYVaD0/s72-c/Haunted_House2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3559639411228731517</id><published>2008-11-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:46:59.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Space Radar by Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR--5fcn_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/s1MS-zGrD_g/s1600-h/StarpathRadar1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR--5fcn_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/s1MS-zGrD_g/s320/StarpathRadar1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265973483352662002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Space Radar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One foggy and dull afternoon in the month of September, in a small town called Rovers burg named after Jessie Adam Rover a boy named Adam Menser was walking back to his old broken down shed in the back yard to get the rake for raking leaves for his mother, when he found a cardboard box. The cardboard box said Nasa Invention Top Secret with the date of 7-23-1940. Adam was speechless and opened the box when his mother yelled, “DINNER!” Adam ran back to the house saying in his mind “I’ll deal with that box later”. Adam and his mother sat down and had dinner when he asked who in our family worked with Nasa. His mother said “You must have found the box of old space junk in the back”. Adam said “can I have it mom can I please”. “Yes, as long as you keep it at home do not tell anyone about it”.&lt;br /&gt;  Adam ran back to the shed grabbed the box and some tools and went up to his bedroom and worked on the space radar all night. He finally gave up and went to bed and laid there looking at the pitch black room.  Saturday morning he worked on the radar crossed wires and something weird happened and it started moving. His mom yelled “BREAKFAST!” so loud he jumped a little.  Adam went down stairs on his creaking steps “yelling its working mom its working”. After breakfast Adam went back to his room to go see what the radar could do. He hooked it up and zoomed it into the red planet called mars.&lt;br /&gt;  He thought it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen. He suddenly seen something big and metal moving with flashing lights and it wasn’t one of the mars rovers. It was flying, a tiny little green man with big black eyes with a silver cape stepped out. Adam suddenly yelled “ALIENS!” Adam fainted; the next day at school he went telling his whole class he had seen aliens. Nobody believed him; this went on for a week. Finally he got a call at home; his mother was worried about his over imaginative mind so she came and picked him up. When he got home he tried to show his mom the little green alien but nothing was there.&lt;br /&gt;   Adam noticed he got a message on the radar saying “We the aliens will sweep the minds of your people”. Adam stopped breathing and he couldn’t find his inhaler so he just laid there trying to think of happy thoughts so he could catch his breath. He started screaming because he couldn’t breathe he found his inhaler it was in his dresser. He caught his breath, panting like a dog without water on a 100 degree day. At first he thought that’s someone was playing a joke on him but he realized only him and his mom knew about the radar. The radar can retrace were the message came from, it came from the UFO he found.&lt;br /&gt;He tried telling everyone that aliens were coming but, still no one believed him. So he went to talk to Mrs. Remsen the principal of the school asking if he could set up an assembly, she said yes. Mrs. Remsen sent out permission slips saying the assembly starts at 9:30am Friday morning. Kids were to bring their parents. Adam had his mom drop him off at 8:30 am on Friday to set the radar up in the gym. After an hour in a half teachers, students, and parents started pouring in. He was a little nervous and he was praying to god that the aliens were still there so no one would laugh.&lt;br /&gt; His exact words were “Good morning Elmeswood Middle School. I have a gathered you all here today to see something unusual and unbelievable. I have found an Alien ship on mars, and I know many of you won’t believe but I will prove you wrong”. He turned the radar onto a big screen, he zoomed into mars. There it was the flashing light alien ship, still as a dead tree. Everyone gasped, whispered, and stopped to stare. Then he showed them the message the aliens sent.&lt;br /&gt; Mrs. Remsen called the cops, the cops called the government, the government called the army, the army called the navy, the navy called the air force, and the air force called the soldiers. The aliens will be here Saturday morning the message also said. The whole town was forced to stay in the school, they were in there actual real lock down and this time it was worst then a killer. After hours and hours of sitting in the dark and shaded gym and hearing booms, bangs, shooting, missiles launching, crying, moping, praying, and wishing and hoping for peace. Sunday afternoon around 5:00pm there was no sound. People were lying on the ground. Our troops were walking and trying to  help the hurt.&lt;br /&gt; There was a sudden yelling voice, people stopped to look at the man who yelled these words” Our loved ones, family, and friends put there life to risk to save us, so let us have a moment of silence”. People were crying and hugging everywhere. I found my mom in the big crowd; she squeezed me so hard I lost my breath. There was a dead silence but, it didn’t matter as long as the aliens were gone and we were safe at last. After a week or so my boring town with the same boring people was fixed and back to normal. After this scary event I was known as the boy who saved Rovers burg and the aliens where never seen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3559639411228731517?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3559639411228731517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3559639411228731517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3559639411228731517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3559639411228731517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/space-radar-by-sydney.html' title='The Space Radar by Sydney'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR--5fcn_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/s1MS-zGrD_g/s72-c/StarpathRadar1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2263201658171833738</id><published>2008-11-07T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:45:51.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Messages by Marisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-p8GkjyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/18F8WRa6ntU/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-p8GkjyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/18F8WRa6ntU/s320/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265973123276377890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was snowy Thanksgiving night of 2009 in the small town of Elgin, Illinois. In a small house at the end of a winding road, there lived a mother and her son, Edward. Edward and his mother spent a lot of time together and were very close. Before they started dinner Thanksgiving night, Mother was sleeping. Edward decided to surprise her and sneak out to buy a pie for dessert. So he stepped out of the house to the car. It had started to snow even harder as he got farther down the road, and the road got icier. It was about a ten minute drive to get to the busy street. There were three small shops, a restaurant, and a car repair business. Since it was late at night, Edward figured there wouldn’t be anyone around town. But just in case, he slowed down for a second to make sure. He didn’t see anyone in the darkness, and sped up ahead. He wanted to get the pie back home before Mother woke up. As Edward drove into the middle of the intersection, the road became extremely icy, and the car started to slide. Edward panicked and tried to stop, but it only made the car slide more. He looked up and saw another car turning out of the repair shop and race blindly toward him.••• Mother woke up with a start and sat up on the couch. She looked at the time, 7:30. It’s probably time to eat now, I’ll get Edward, she thought. Mother climbed the stairs up to Edward’s room, where he’d been when she fell asleep. She got to the open door and looked inside. The room was empty, except for the dog, Jumps, sleeping on the bed. So Mother made her way back downstairs and called for Edward. There was no response, just the wind blowing and rattling the kitchen windows. She walked to the basement door, a little worried. The basement was only used for storage, but she called “Edward, are you down there?”, anyway. Again, there was no response. For about 10 minutes, she searched the house for Edward; the smell of the turkey wafting out of the oven barely calmed her. She gave up, trying not to be worried. Suddenly, the phone rang and scared her. She hesitated, but picked it up on the last ring. “Hello?”•••Mother fell on the couch crying. The call was from the police, and they said where Edward was, and that the crash had killed him. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. It was impossible. It wasn’t even two hours ago that Edward was at home, alive. An hour ago she was hungry for Thanksgiving dinner. But now her stomach had twisted up, and she felt sick. •••• After the funeral, Mother was trying to get back to her normal life. She sat in front of the t.v. trying to concentrate on what was going on in the show. Her Onyx phone and Jumps were her only company. She glanced at the phone and felt a little sick again. Edward had had the same phone as her. Right when she turned away from the phone, it vibrated. She picked it up and tapped the screen. The text message said, “Hi mom”.!!!!!! It must have been the wrong number. She looked at the top of the screen to see who the message was from. That is the same number Edward’s phone had. I’m surprised that someone got that number already; it’s only been disconnected about a week. That day she received the cell phone bill in the mail. The bill said that she hadn’t disconnected Edward’s number. This was starting to scare her. The next day, her phone rang from the same number, and she quickly answered it. Her voice shook as she said hello. She heard a lot of static in the background and said “Hello?!”Mother looked at the cardiac machine- like square on her phone, where usually in phone conversations rose and fell in zigzags as the person on the other line spoke. static voice said, “Hey Mom.”As the voice spoke she stared at the screen where the red line was to be moving up and down. The line was completely flat, and then disappeared, leaving dark, lonely black on the screen. She screamed into  her hand and said, “Who is this? Stop trying to scare me!”  The other end of the line was quiet, and then said, “Mom It’s Edward, it’s okay, I just wanted to let you know I’m okay”. She screamed and yelled, “I don’t believe you!” and hung up. The next day, Mother woke up early at about 2 in the morning. She thought she heard the garage door opening, but tried to ignore it. A minute later, she heard the house alarm buttons beeping as they were pressed. Now she was scared, but told herself that she was scaring herself, and nothing was going on. Just as she started to fall asleep again, she swore she heard the one hollow stair, cracking. She felt frozen, and couldn’t move as she listened to something light, practically weightless walking slowly down the hall. After 30 seconds of agonizing silence, the unlocked doorknob jiggled and shook the door. Also shaking was Mother as she gripped her pillow, and tried to sink deep into the blankets. When she turned back to the door, She saw a white figure, thinner than tissue paper gliding gracefully toward the bed. The face twisted, and there appeared Edward. His face was blank, not happy or sad. Still Mother tried to move, to escape but was so frightened, and felt cold. The ghost of Edward, his face still emotionless blew out a small breath, as cold and sharp as icicles. “Hello Mother”. She pushed out a choking sound. Edward’s clear dark eyes narrowed slightly. “Why did you hang up, Mother? Why did you never respond to the messages I sent you? Why are you afraid of me?!” Mother stared at his white face. Even though he sounded kind of angry, his face revealed nothing. She felt her eyes fill up and she started crying a lot. “I don’t know!” she wailed.” I don’t know why I didn’t believe you on the phone! I am scared because you’re not really here, Edward! You’re dead! I’m so, so scared of you. Don’t ever scare me like that! Go away!. Even though she missed Edward a ton, she didn’t want his ghost to spook her forever. He still looked really calm, but weird. Mother started to sweat and screamed.••• She took a deep fast breath and opened her eyes. Oh my gosh, what happened? Where did the ghost go??? “ Mom come into the kitchen, dinner’s ready!” Edward???, she thought. Is it the ghost again? Why is it Thanksgiving again? She stood up and slowly walked into the kitchen, where Edward was there alive and smiling at her. She smiled and ran up to Edward and gave him a huge hug. It was all a dream that Edward died, and everything was okay again. They sat down at the table and served themselves some pie. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2263201658171833738?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2263201658171833738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2263201658171833738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2263201658171833738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2263201658171833738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/messages-by-marisa.html' title='The Messages by Marisa'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-p8GkjyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/18F8WRa6ntU/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-3572882031934234293</id><published>2008-11-07T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:44:29.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Electric Car by Erin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-ZD9CnUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PZjRdWahT00/s1600-h/125000_electric_car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-ZD9CnUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PZjRdWahT00/s320/125000_electric_car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265972833326112066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Electric Car&lt;br /&gt;By Erin &lt;br /&gt; One rainy day in the middle of October, there were three sisters driving down an old road in their new electric car. The oldest girl was Jess. She had dark hair and dark eyes. Jess was nice but she could be a little bossy. The second oldest sister was Ashley. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She was relaxed and nice. The youngest girl was Annie. She had brown hair and blue eyes. She complained about everything. &lt;br /&gt; Soon it became dark. They kept driving for ten more minutes but then the car ran out of battery.  Jess sighed and took out her cell phone but there was no signal. The old road they were on no one went on because they thought it was haunted. They were on it because they didn’t believe it was haunted and it was quicker than going on the highway. The only house on it was deserted.&lt;br /&gt; All of the sudden Annie started to scream. Ashley and Jess thought she was scared of the storm, but they were wrong. Annie’s face was white and she kept pointing out the window. When Ashley and Jess finally looked to see what she was so upset about, they saw an almost transparent figure. A ghost!!!! All of them were screaming in terror as the ghost came nearer and nearing to them. They suddenly realized the town was right and the road was haunted. To make things worse, they saw a swinging light at the other end of the road.&lt;br /&gt; Though the girls didn’t know it, the swinging light was really a man carrying a lantern. He lived on the outskirts of the town. He was a nice old man who was in charge of making sure no one went on this road because he and the town knew the road was haunted, but not everyone did. He heard screaming and went to find out who it was. At the other end of the road, there was an electric car that had obviously run out of battery, he saw that it was empty. It was silent now, but he was sure that the screaming had come from over here. The man ran as fast as he could back to the town and told everyone he saw about the screaming, the ghost, and the empty car. &lt;br /&gt; For the next few days the town searched for the three missing girls but they were never found. Who ever went on the road and was seen by the ghost disappeared too, but only they knew where they ended up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-3572882031934234293?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3572882031934234293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=3572882031934234293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3572882031934234293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/3572882031934234293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/electric-car-by-erin.html' title='The Electric Car by Erin'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-ZD9CnUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PZjRdWahT00/s72-c/125000_electric_car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-2512704519957514732</id><published>2008-11-07T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:43:16.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunted Forest by Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-H9rx_RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jPrf7f__hnE/s1600-h/scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-H9rx_RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jPrf7f__hnE/s320/scooter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265972539585330450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Haunted House&lt;br /&gt;One crazy Halloween night in Key West Florida, three kids named Tony, Tom and Tanya were trick or treating. In which, they heard a sound just like a deer getting ran over by a car.  They went to the Haunted Street, which is like the basement of an abandoned house to see the random stuff that falls of the shelf every fifteen minutes.    There were sounds coming from the only upstairs room of the   haunted house, the end zone of life.  “Oh! I’ve heard rumors about that room at school. People have said that if you stay in there for more than 20 minutes, ghosts of the civil war soldiers, John Wiley,  George Ely,   and Heather O’Malley come out and  throw glass bottles at you. If you don’t get out of the house in time, they will get mad and chase you out of the house said Tony. &lt;br /&gt;  Once, my friend Liam went into the house when we   that we had a torrential downpour coming down on him so he can check out the ghosts, but after he heard sounds like screeching cars, BANG! One hit on his head by the bottle,” he passed out”.  Tanya said “what happened to him”? “Well, he survived the noises, but he did hurt his ankle.  He broke it in 3 places.” Tom said.  They heard sounds like pigs getting stabbed and killed. T hey heard the ghosts groaning to “get out” or they will chase the kids out so they can rest in peace.   Tony has pale skin, brown hair, and large puffy eyes.  He acts hyper, weird and lonely with not a lot of friends. The others react to him with love and kindness since they have been close family members for 10 years. Tom looks like, dark skin, pimply face and green small, oval eyes. Tanya has long, curly brown hair, very round skull, brown drowsy eyes and a lonely personality.  &lt;br /&gt; The 3 of them are stuck in a haunted forest on Halloween night trick-or treating with each other with nothing that can get them home or to get them help.  It is storming torrentially down pouring rain down on the pore kids.  They were soaked, cold, sticky, and hungry to eat the candy they got that night.  The house they visited that night was called “The La Concha hotel”.  They somehow came out of the raucous inside the abandoned house uninjured but it scared the heck out of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-2512704519957514732?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2512704519957514732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=2512704519957514732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2512704519957514732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/2512704519957514732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/haunted-forest-by-nick.html' title='The Haunted Forest by Nick'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR-H9rx_RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jPrf7f__hnE/s72-c/scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-9002110752269628470</id><published>2008-11-07T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:41:51.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The President's Reaction by Anthony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR9wCVJIGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mfqIymQD0pc/s1600-h/sunlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR9wCVJIGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mfqIymQD0pc/s320/sunlight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265972128515694690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Presidents Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Presidents term was almost up when scientists from all over the world came to a secret location in Washington D.C., to create a car, a car that would be eco-friendly and not pollute the air. The President liked to use modern technology and would vote for anything new of its kind. The residents of the U.S. were glad that he was so up to date.&lt;br /&gt;The President had just voted for the new car. He had made a law that said, “Anyone with an older car must exchange for the new nonpolluting car.” After the law had been passed, every resident had it; he was driving home form dinner with the Ambassador of France and India and noticed that the air was thinner than normal. He ignored it and continued his drive home.&lt;br /&gt;That night he passed away. He looked like he was inside out. Eyes backwards, nerves on the outside even the bones were on the surface. The Vice President with his family had started to move in, when he had overheard some of the bodyguards talking about that they couldn’t breathe as well, but didn’t think it was serious until is daughter was breathing heavily too. He took her to the hospital. The Doctor didn’t know what was wrong. But that moment his daughters tug started to stretch out of her mouth. And in a flash she was inside out. Just Like the old president. “She isn’t breathing” the doctor said. The president rushed to his office and diced that is was now personal.&lt;br /&gt;He had called the mayor of Maine, Idaho, and Missouri but they two had passed away the same night the Old President did from the same disease. Mayor after mayor called and each said half of the population had passed away in their town. He needed help to run the country.&lt;br /&gt;The next months almost 3/8ths of the Country’s population had gone. He kept thinking that he was next. And sure enough he was. The  next  morning  his  wife  had  come  in  his  office and told him good luck. She SREAMED, he too was dead from the disease his daughter, The President, and thousands had dyed from. She wondered what will happen now that no one was running the country.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that his wife was next in line to run the country. She and the scientists got together to think about what was killing all of humans but they thought that is was because of global warming. They were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;In the next months they all suffered from the disease. They never found out it was the car that the president voted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Folktale is dedicated to all that lost their life because of the car that was polluting the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-9002110752269628470?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/9002110752269628470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=9002110752269628470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/9002110752269628470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/9002110752269628470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/presidents-reaction-by-anthony.html' title='The President&apos;s Reaction by Anthony'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRR9wCVJIGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mfqIymQD0pc/s72-c/sunlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-6373749636331167787</id><published>2008-11-07T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:15:15.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of Evil by Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRbUsOfWJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BJaJjrX--K4/s1600-h/future+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRbUsOfWJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BJaJjrX--K4/s320/future+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265934275330398354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House of Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there lived a 6th grade boy named George.  George was the most popular kid at school and the nicest. He always was at school on time.   But one day, that all changed.   &lt;br /&gt; It was mid October at three o’clock when George was coming home from school.  George was walking on the sidewalk to his house, but on the way there he saw a house. It was a very nice house and it looked like a house from the future.  He had never seen this house in his whole life before.   He thought that it might have just been made, but then he thought how can a house be made in one day?       George was confused.  He went home and told his parents.  They also have never seen the house.  The next day George and his friend, Jim, went to explore the house.  Inside it was very dark and they couldn’t see a thing.  Suddenly they herd an eerie noise coming from the basement.  It sounded like someone screaming, George and Jim wanted to get out.  They were so scared.  When they went to find the door, it seemed like it disappeared.  They were now in a whole other room.  Now they herd even more noises. Then they saw something coming down the stairs and it was ragged and gooey.  George and Jim had to get out. They needed to find that door.  They went back into the room by the basement. They thought that maybe the door would reappear.  They herd the eerie noise again and then out of nowhere the door reappeared.  They rushed out as fast as they could. When they were out they looked in the window and It looked like someone in there was being eaten alive.  They rushed back to there home.&lt;br /&gt;  At home George told his parent about the house, but they did not believe him.  George got Jim to tell them to, but they still didn’t believe him.  Later that night George was in his room looking out his window at the house and saw something coming out of the door. It looked like the gooey and ragged monster they saw before.  It was coming strait for there house and when it got to there house it stopped at the door and did some weird dance and then it left.  George wanted to know what it did.  The next day when George went out the door to go to school.  He reached for the doorknob and opened the door.  The doorknob felt all gooey and slimy and it had green and orange glop on it.  George wiped it off and then went to school. &lt;br /&gt; When he came back from school he headed to the house.  When he went passed it he saw the green and ragged monster laughing in the window.  “I wonder why he is laughing”    George thought.  When he went home he did his homework and his chores and headed strait for his room.  George plopped down on his bed.  He felt sick.  He thought that the green and orange stuff on the door might have been some kind of poison.  Now he felt really sick. He wanted to eat everything in site for some reason.  It was so weird.  He was turning into a monster.  That green stuff on the door had cursed him.  Now he was a big green and orange monster.  He was as big as a minivan and as wide and fat as a hippo.  He now wanted to eat his mom.  When his mom came in the room to see what was going on, George ate her.  That was the last time George’s mom was ever seen again. &lt;br /&gt; Now that George was a monster, he wanted to eat the green gooey monster that turned him into a monster.  He went to the future house and this time it had its lights on.  George busted down the door. He was in the room that leads to the basement.  Now he saw why earlier it seemed like he was in a whole other room.  There was a button on the wall that when you pushed the roomed changed and it also made the eerie noise.  George found the monster in the basement. He tried to eat him but he was to fast.  The monster now was looking hungry. George knew he couldn’t escape the monster, so he just sat there waiting to be eaten.  CRUNCH!   And That was the end of George.  &lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-6373749636331167787?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6373749636331167787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=6373749636331167787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6373749636331167787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/6373749636331167787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-of-evil-by-ryan.html' title='The House of Evil by Ryan'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRbUsOfWJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BJaJjrX--K4/s72-c/future+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-1108174318398527384</id><published>2008-11-07T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:13:35.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Without Light by Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRa-TyfXrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sgyg4UvuIA0/s1600-h/electric+car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRa-TyfXrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sgyg4UvuIA0/s320/electric+car.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265933890813386418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night without Light&lt;br /&gt; It was windy when Jacob stepped out of the car to go in his house. It was in a small city in Connecticut. Jacob had been at his football practice almost all afternoon. He was the best player on his team and was very well liked. Jacob had one sister named Erin and they were best friends. When Jacob stepped into his house the warmth surrounded him like a warm blanket. He grabbed a snack and headed up to his room.  Then, he found a football book and started to read it.  After about two chapters something really strange happened. The lights suddenly flickered then turned completely off. He heard in the news about the new energy efficient cars. He assumed that was the problem.  At that moment his sister yelled for him to come down stairs right away. Jacob did not know what in the world was happening.&lt;br /&gt; Jacob hurried down the stairs as fast as his feet could go. After he got down stairs a chill ran through him and then he realized the front door was open and his sister was standing under the door with a flashlight in her hand. He could see that Erin was frozen with fear. Then, he realized what was so scary, there were 8 foot skeleton walking around the streets. The skeletons had blood red eyes and there was green slime dripping from the skeletons skull.  Jacob was so frightened he almost fainted. He thought the skeletons probably came because of all the darkness. Suddenly a skeleton walked through the flashlights light and the skeleton disappeared. Jacob thought the light must have made the skeleton go away. Then, Jacob knew what he had to do.&lt;br /&gt; Jacob went to get a flashlight in their pantry. He then told Erin it was fine and it was just a scary dream and to go to bed. After that, he hurried out into the dark. Right after he stepped outside he noticed no one was awake. He couldn’t get his parents because they were at a party out of town. Jacob then opened the garage and stepped out into complete darkness. Suddenly, he noticed something was breathing on him. He took out his flashlight and found that there was a huge skeleton towering over him! It looked even scarier up close. Jacob shined his flashlight at it as fast as he could. The skeleton immediately disappeared. Jacob must have made at least 20 skeletons vanished which was a big challenge. Finally, he was so tired he could barely move, at that moment the lights flashed back on.  Jacob noticed that all the skeletons disappeared and he headed back home. The next morning he told his whole family the story, but of course they didn’t believe him. Jacob was just glad it was all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-1108174318398527384?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1108174318398527384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=1108174318398527384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1108174318398527384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/1108174318398527384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-without-light-by-austin.html' title='The Night Without Light by Austin'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRa-TyfXrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sgyg4UvuIA0/s72-c/electric+car.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222403522705424102.post-8084860401727799400</id><published>2008-11-07T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:12:05.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heatwave by Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRamWLC6wI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0NYURx3ETh0/s1600-h/flame.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRamWLC6wI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0NYURx3ETh0/s320/flame.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265933479136389890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat Wave&lt;br /&gt;By Patrick&lt;br /&gt; Eric was not generally the kind of guy a child would want to look up to. In fact, the best idea was to avoid him and walk the opposite direction. He was very snotty, even though his family could hardly survive with the money they had. He had matted down blondish- brown hair and bright blue eyes. His appearance was actually quite nice, except for one thing, his clothes. Eric’s clothes were the rattiest, cheapest things you will ever see. His clothes looked like they had been chewed up and spit out by a vicious animal of some sort. His extremely rude and obnoxious personality had only granted him with  one friend, the poorest man in the entire state of Florida. With the money from his college savings account, Eric bought a priceless microwave gun. This gun could shoot blasts of heat and blow up or melt almost any material. The reason the gun was so special was because there was only one in the world, his. &lt;br /&gt; Now, since I have described such bad character so far, we will now talk about Eric’s mother. &lt;br /&gt; Eric’s mother was a kind and gentle lady with a great personality. Whenever she could help in the community, she would, unlike her son who would just blow it off. Every year, at Christmas, she would buy every child in the neighborhood the nicest Christmas present she could afford. Granted, that meant that some people got boxes of tissues, half eaten candy bars, and pairs of sweaty old gym socks, but it is the thought that counts, right? OK, maybe not, but she did her best to find good presents for all of the children. There was just one downside to her personality; she is entirely frightened of death. Any time you even mentioned something or someone dying, she will go completely berserk and freak out. The only way to calm her down is for Eric to set his heat gun to very low and zap her in the foot. Then, she would calmly go back to watch she was doing the moment before. &lt;br /&gt; Well, let’s get to the problem, shall we? &lt;br /&gt;Alright, one day when Eric got home from work, he found his mother lying on the ground having a seizure and freaking out like she had just seen someone be eaten alive. So, Eric dropped his ripped up brief case and laptop and rushed his mother to the hospital in his beat up car. &lt;br /&gt; The next day, Eric got the news that his mother would be OK as long as he kept her in the house for about a week. But when they got home that night, everything was ripped up, broken or tipped over. After a couple of minutes, they heard someone moving upstairs in the bedroom. They froze. The man came running down and shot Eric in the arm, which started gushing out dark red blood. Even though he was hurt, the man had left and Eric decided to leave and go somewhere far away. In thought of his mother, he decided to go to Mythana, a city in the country of Sudan that is said there is no chance of dying. It was planned that he would take her there in a couple of months, but under the circumstances, he had to take her now. &lt;br /&gt; When they got in Sudan, they traveled about 20 minutes into the city of Mythana. The people there seemed nice at first, but after a while, Eric was starting to have second thoughts about this trip. The chief seemed like a lunatic and the village people seemed as thought it would be fatal to his mother if he did not leave her there. Eventually, Eric decided that everything would be fine and he would come to visit his mother in about two years. &lt;br /&gt; He would not be living in Florida anymore, for he feared that more robberies would occur if he stayed. Instead, he moved to London, England and began to live a normal life with a job at a bakery. But after a couple of months, things got out of hand. Almost every day, when he came home from work, his apartment would be torn up. One day, he decided that he would come home early to see just who was doing all of this. Right when he got in the door of his apartment, he was shot with his own gun and immediately knocked out. When he woke up he was on a large wooden rotisserie in an unfamiliar place. Well, he thought it was unfamiliar. As daylight arrived, he noticed that he was roasting over a fire in Mythana! The tribe was dancing around the fire singing a very odd song. He looked around and found his mother sitting against one of the huts, all tied up with tape over her mouth. His skin burned and he was in extreme pain because of how tightly they had tied him. Eric pulled out his pocket knife and quickly cut the rope, made a quick movement to avoid landing on the fire, and threw the knife towards the leader. It hit the mark exactly. Blood started pouring out of his chest and down onto his cloth shirt. After a couple of seconds of wobbling around, he fell to the ground, stone dead. He waited while the rest of the tribe looked at him in awe. &lt;br /&gt; Now, you have to remember that he promised them that they would not and could not die in this city. &lt;br /&gt; Eric went, freed his mother from the rope she was tied in, and they ran. But when they were running, one of the members of the tribe got the guts to kill Eric. He took the microwave gun that the tribe had confiscated and shot. Eric’s bloody body and burnt chest fell to the ground. In a rush, his mother decided to leave him, and return home. From now on, Eric’s spirit is split and one side haunts the village while the other half terrorizes his mother for deserting his dead body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222403522705424102-8084860401727799400?l=frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8084860401727799400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6222403522705424102&amp;postID=8084860401727799400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8084860401727799400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222403522705424102/posts/default/8084860401727799400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankensteinthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com/2008/11/heatwave-by-patrick.html' title='Heatwave by Patrick'/><author><name>Mr. Hartwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17236607372364330978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/TKs-VQuAKhI/AAAAAAAACLk/zfxtkotS3mA/S220/Mr.+Hartwell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6RkrAs0pmc/SRRamWLC6wI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0NYURx3ETh0/s72-c/flame.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
