The Thing

For my school work a had to write a story about The Thing. Here's what I came up with:

It was late at night. Everyone was asleep, when, suddenly:
“AAHHH!” The screams of my brothers filled the air.
“What is it?” Tobin could barely get the words out.
“Make it go away!” Arden said frantically.
They were staring at the closet. Somehow the door had mysteriously opened, and a figure was emerging from the shadows. Slime dripped from its mouth. It was an ugly green color, and its yellow eyes stared at them menacingly. It smelled awful. Long green feet poked out from beneath its huge body, and it began to move toward them.
“Rroww,” it growled.
“Attack of the slime monster! Hide!” Tobin yelled. All of a sudden, Arden grabbed his pillow and began to whack it. The monster fell on the ground, and Arden continued to whack it.
“Ow, ow, stop it, that hurts!” A voice came from inside the monster. The brothers looked at each other. Tobin climbed down from his bunk to get a closer look. Arden reached toward the monster and pulled at its head. The head came off, revealing . . .
“Charis!” The boys gasped.
“Surprise!” I said loudly.
“Where did you get that costume?” Tobin asked.
“From a friend.” I answered. “Um, Tobin, why are you in your underwear?”
“Um, I’m out of pajamas,” he answered. He scurried up the ladder as fast as he could. We all got back in bed, and the night went on with no more events.

The next night, a figure emerged from the closet.
“Oh, go away,” Tobin said, rolling his eyes.
“We know it’s you, Charis,” Arden said, annoyed. The creature moved toward them.
“Um, Arden? Maybe it’s not Charis. . .”
“I’ll g-go see,” he replied uncertainly. He went to my room. I was sound asleep in bed. “Tobin, uh Charis is asleep in her bed.
“If it’s not Charis, then. . . what is it?” They turned toward the monster.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

Spider Story

I bet you're wondering what the title is all about. I don't have a story about a spider to write about. Spider is the name of a magazine I get every other month or so. So why is the title of this blog entry Spider Story? Well, I'll tell you. At the back of every Spider magazine is a This month for Spider's corner. This part of the magazine tells of a drawing, or poem, or a story that the kids who get Spider magazine can send in, and for this month it's a 150 word story. I had never sent in a drawing, or anything before, so I was really excited when I saw what it was for this month. I asked Mom and Dad the day before yesterday about it, and they said I could send in a story, if I could get it mailed tomorrow, which was yesterday. I bet they didn't think I could do it, but I could. The story is on its way to Illinois right now! The reason I had to get it mailed on the 21st of January was because the story had to get there by the 25th so that they could put their favorites in the May/June Spider magazine. I'm really excited. I absolutely can not wait to get the May/June Spider magazine. It won't be the next magazine because I just got the January magazine. Now I bet you're wondering what my 150 word story was about that I sent in. Well, I'll tell you. I thought I could send in a poem called Follow Your Dreams that I made up. But Mom said that I probably shouldn't send in a poem, because they wanted a story. But I wanted to write a poem anyway, so I wrote a poem about Kenna called My Sister. Maybe you want to read it? I guess you can.

My Sister, by Charis Jacobson.
I have a little sister,
Her name is Kenna.
That's not how she says it,
It sounds like Nenna!

She gets into
All sorts of trouble,
In the bath,
She eats the bubbles.

Here are some
Of the things she's done:
Scribble on the wall,
Run away at the mall.

Every single day,
She has fun,
In every single way,
Under the sun.

We play a game,
She runs and hides,
I come and find her,
When I count to five.

She likes to hop,
like a bunny.
In other ways,
She's very funny.

She's very loud
When she screams.
But she also really likes
Ice cream.

When I tickle her,
She laughs and smiles,
But when she's mad,
She's mad for a while.

When I go away,
She says ggrrr,
And that's really all I have
To say about her.
My little sister.

Like it? Mom really likes it. She says it's a great poem, but I should probably save it for a poetry contest, because they want a story. The story I wrote is about: Kenna scribbles on the wall with a pencil, and a week later, she finds the markers. It is exactly 150 words. Well, I guess I'd better go. Mom wants me to clean up the office. :-( Well, see you next time.

The Battle Store

A few weeks ago for my schoolwork I had to write a story using my spelling words and this is the story I wrote:
"Get a free sample!" the baker yelled. Tobin walked by.
"Do you know where the battle store is?" he asked.
"Speak up kid.Ya don't have to mumble. Lemme give ya an example of how of how to talk.
"I said do you know where the battle store is?"yelled Tobin.
"Quiet down! These doughnuts are about to topple over! Just a second. Lemme adjust this cable here. There. Now son, you're much too young to go to that store. Don't go around telling fables. But I'll tell ya what you can do. Go settle in the jungle!"
"You're no help. I'll go find somebody else. So there."
"Wait kid. Ya forgot your bundle of doughnuts!"
"I don't want any!"
"Come back here son."
"Don't call me kid or son. Ah. The battle store. Thank you Mr. mean baker.The Lord bless you with no customers!"
"But I want customers!"
"Ha ha to you. I found the battle store!"

This is my first story on my blog. I hope you like it. That was the whole reason I put it on my blog!These are my spelling words. Can you find them?:sample, battle, mumble, example, topple, cable, fable, settle, jungle, bundle. (You can make it a game out of it if you want). This is not my only story on my blog. There will be more!