to Becoming a Writer
Participating Student Folios
I Have Known by Jeff Hogan
response to Pitbulls
I Have Known exercise
Lunch money. At school it was a valuable
resource, like gold was to goldminers, clients were to lawyers and
at least one trip a year to somewhere in the world was to my grandmother.
However, with all these things, there was something to steal these
resources. Other goldminers, lawyers, deaths in the family and,
with lunch money, school bullies.
The school bully at our school was James
Mortimer Rela. He was rich, had a family who didnít give a damn
and he received everything he wanted, and if he didnít, he stole
it. Like the time when he was eight, he nicked a womenís handbag
so he could buy a racing car. Or the time when he was eleven, when
he stole a computer game from the library. The librarian, an overweight
and elderly male, could never catch him. But the one Iíll never
forget was when he shoved me into a video stand at an electronics
store. While everyone was helping me up, he walked out with a brand
new, shiny Playstation 2.
You might ask why I never stand up to him.
The reason is, his weight, speed and strength. He weighed a good
one hundred and sixty pounds. He could run the four hundred meters
and never get tired as well as being able to lift up his own bodyweight,
and more if he tried harder. He was as indestructible as a tank,
as powerful as a nuclear explosion. But then one day I had an idea.
The one thing James could never resist
was to take lunch money. He could make fifty dollars a day and not
even have a job. And almost always he would spend the money on the
canteens most valuable, edible cuisine, the Mister Feaster. It was
ten dollars though, but it would have all youíre eating needs. Chocolate,
sandwich, fried rice, soft drink, hot chips and more. It costed
a pretty penny but it was worth it and James would always get it.
However, James also had a fear. Pit bulls. Large, fierce, ugly,
mean, slobbering, Pit bull dogs. Thatís what James called them.
My plan was hideous but it just might work.
It was photo day. I came into the canteen
with a ten-dollar note in my hand. All the people in my class gave
up fifty cents each to put into my plan. I walked right past Jamesí
gang. There were a lot of teachers around getting their photos taken
so they could do nothing but stare. I went up and ordered the Mister
Feaster. Once I received it I slipped on the, ĎMister Dumb Jokes
sleeping potion,í and sat right near the gang. The teacherís left
and James struck. He picked me up and threw me into the garbage.
He then started eating and soon afterwards he had zonked out. A
group of nine kids helped me carry James away and towards the pit
James never returned to my school after
that. The shock when he woke up and found himself surrounded by
pit bulls made him think he shouldnít come to school anymore. As
a celebration, everyone ordered the Mister Feaster and ate it in
piece. No James came and took it away. However, I didnít end up
going to the party. I was suspended for throwing James to the Pit
bullís but Iíll always remember that experience.
Mysteries of A Sea Shell
based on Guided
The seashell had a beautiful inside, pink,
white, a variety of colors moving in and out with the tide. The
water was crystal clear with fish swimming around it. I was on something
like a pier, surrounded by water, in a shell. It was a lot like
the shellís my grandmother collects and pastes on picture frames.
I especially liked the one of her and me at Cabinosa, the place
for people too lazy to pitch a tent.
I heard a drip, drip, and drip sound somewhere
within the shell. I turned slowly and walked up the pier. Inside
was a spiral of mystery. Jellyfish, fish, sea snails all around,
riding slowly along the water elevator which went up and down with
the tide, in the middle of sparkling silver. I stepped between a
toadfish and a sea snail and rose up into the next room.
The next room was incredible. A hole in
the top acted both as a chandelier and fountain as water poured
with seawater upon a fountain of coral. The coral was beautiful,
a sky blue with little starfish around it. The starfish were dancing
in the sunlight while the toadfish dished out at the all you can
eat buffet, with all sorts of bits they had stolen from unwary fishermen.
The sea animals looked so happy. I wanted to have fun, sing, and
dance with all the animals but I needed to know where the dripping
was coming from. So I left the buffet, squeezed past two salmon
and rushed into the next room.
The room was full of fountains. The pressurized
water gushed up towards the spiraled ceiling. All the baby fish,
who would have just hatched from their bubble like eggs, were testing
their cute fishy bodies by swimming past and dodging the gushes
of water. They were laughing and talking, bubbles flowing from their
little mouths. Suddenly all the fountains blasted up at once. Everyone
even more soaked then we were before, laughed out loud and talked
some more. I had found out what the drip, drip, drip was and now
it was time to leave. I exited the shell and onto the sand below.
I looked down upon a city of crab holes
just under the shell. Beyond the city, was a forest of seaweed poking
out from the sandy ground. Before long a sea horse drawn carriage
greeted me. I sat next to a crab, and with a loud ĎCrack,í of a
whip, we were off riding towards the forest. I looked towards the
enormous shell and as it grew smaller I tried to catch it, but I
knew what would happen to all my sea bound friends if I did, if
I raised it from the ocean floor. I lowered my hand, and I was greeted
to the surface by a bright light.
As I pulled myself out of my trance, I
returned my gaze to the shell. In the shallows of the beach, just
near Cabinosa. It had hypnotized and brought me into a dream world.
If only, if only, it had all been true.
Crime Baron's Table
by Crime Baron's
The smell of death filled the bloodstained
room as the police opened the doors to the crime scene. Three men,
two women lay slaughtered on a dusty, bloodstained stage in the
Hirsdan theatre, three miles south of Newcastle. The hideous crime
took place when a part of a play took the turn for the worse three
Three hours ago Mark, Jake and Brad were
talking about their trip to the pub the night before while waiting
for the girls Jess and Liz to arrive. Mark and Jake were brothers,
both with black hair and brown eyes. Brad had spiky blonde hair
and blue eyes. Jess had a brown ponytail, a lot of bangles and green
eyes. Liz had her black hair in dreadlocks. The girls as usual made
a big entrance by blasting their vans horn and slamming open the
stage door. The started rehearsing for the play straight away, the
play that would never go on.
The play was about four teenagers entering
a hotel led by spooky Mr. Jockson, who was played as by Brad. Mr.
Jockson was meant to murder Liz and Jake over the night and Jess
and Mark would escape and call the police. But Mr. Jockson would
track them down and murder them all. They started to practice. As
they approached the final scene the janitor came to sweep up so
they all went to have a soda. Liz and Jake went back to the stage
to practice in the inn scene. After the soda Mark and Jess went
upstairs to do the final scene. They didnít notice the blood on
the wall of the inn scene.
The police discovered Liz and Jakeís bodies
in the inn scene and Mark and Jessís bodies in a set made to look
like Lizís house. The body of the janitor was found strung up as
well with a phone in his left hand and the numbers Ď000,í dialed
into the phone. Brad was nowhere to be seen and he seemed to have