Pickle Story!

As a golden luster light shined in my lime green eyes as my shiny lush green body shined. The first thought was "how is life like to be the pickle?". A dark ink shadow overcasts me. As a wrinkled hand yanked me out of the stem of my pickle plant home. As I was thrown aggressively into a wooden bamboo basket I saw other pickles like myself from the PicklePicklePickle plant or the Big Pickle or Pickletania. A large range of pickles stated of where they where born and how much water they got and the horror of the old wrinkled unhygienic farmers.
As I peek trough a crack in the thin weaved wood as far as I can see a colossal range of lush green pickle plants enjoying the golden sun. As more farmers i could hear the faint screams of other pickles getting picked. As we get through into a large box I can hear a sharp "!crack!" from the pickles on the bottom getting broken to bits. As the cardboard box closed with a loud sealing of duct tape I dozed off to sleep.

As days and days passed by it seemed like months years... then a forceful breeze of fresh clean air swooped into the brown box. As I see a person with a shiny hard like yellow cap he cautiously looks around and grabs a pickle. A pickle right beside me was picked one row in from of me. As the little pickle screams in terror vibrant lime green liquids ooze out of the bite mark. As the despicable violent human bites the lower part of the young pickle the pickle shrieks in pain. Then it is silent and the pickle is gone. As the human rubs his tongue on the remaining pickle blood on his mouth he reached for second one. His hand moved right to me. As a loud yell echoed through the factory the person didn't grab me he them put the box on a moving device.

As steel mechanical hands grab the box and takes it away my mind boggles with wonder. " Why am i here?, will i die in this box? , where am I now?, will other humans eat me?" Then a sudden shock wave could be felt by every pickle. Like the Titanic everything swayed . Pickles collided into each other and slammed into the cardboard walls. After bruised and punctures where on pickles. The impact caused half of them to die. But not me... I was determined to get out of this hellhole. As I and other conscious pickles where thrown on this black plastic smelling moving device mist like water droplets sprayed me and other pickles. As I passed we where dropped into a big silver bowl filled with vinegar and salt plus other chemical and nasty related substances witch I can't explain. But the only thing was that it was like acid rain. The smell was like a sour peach on a blazing July morning. As other fellow troupes of what I call " pickle resistance" mostly are wiped out. Only me and twenty other pickles. As I was then picked up and tossed around. I hit other dead pickles. Then twelve pickles are put into a jar. I am put into it. As a roller comes and labels the jar this is continued with other pickles too. As sour juice is filled with dill ,garlic chunks and of course pickles. As i could peek thought the crystal glass jar we then where put into a box and shipped to Texas. As the box again was sealed and stored away I was within it.


In the box was moved from side to side glasses filled with alive and dead pickles clanged and collided with each other. As from hour to hour it was continually a rhythm of noise. Then one day after those dark hours light peeked in through the box. As people with blue vest with a sunshine logo with a white name tag that said Wal- Mart. As the people picked each pickle jar and put them us on neatly on a shelve. Our price was ranged at $ 9.00. As we where shaken and stirred. Everything was then still. As living pickles tried to recovered mores died. As I still survive I slowly drink the disgusting green liquid that a little fraction of water. My main routine was...


6:00 am watch people scurry by to grab the best deal

Until 3:00 pm I watch a clerk sort out some things on the selves

At 6:00pm I watch the lights dim down

At 9:00pm Watch all of the workers walk out of Wal-Mart and shut down the energy and Wal -

Mart is then closed.

At 10:00pm I go to sleep

As this routine keep on passing by I wished not to die in this lifeless jar but to see other things outside of this rollback prices store.
Then one day my luck changed. As a clerk came up the the pickle section and crossed out the regular price ( $9.00) to ( 99 cents). My pickle slime heart skipped five beats as I observed this beautiful sale. As the sliding doors opened everyone rushed in and started grabbing pickles off the shelf like wild piranhas. As my jar got snatched I was ran to the till ( by a human) and was bought. As I was put into a groceries bag I was driven home to the so called fridge. As I was sorted and put into the cold bright machine. As other prisoned vegetables where in here I felt I was at home. We introduced out names I was Pickle, the bright orange carrots name was Carrot Top, The dark zucchini was named Zuc, Celery was named Lery, and the three peppers Green, Red and Yellow. They all told me how they got here carrot was freshed picked from the garden, Zuc was bought from Quality Greens, Lery was given from a friend and the three peppers where bought in an Italian spice store.

As there was a rumour stirred that there was a barbecue today it legend tells that meat from a cow is fried with zucchini and peppers. Which The three peppers and zucchini shook their heads in despair and supposedly I was used to put on so called hamburgers and Lery is used to put in a salad on to make him and Carrot Top more " tasty" with glazed salad sauce. As everyone shook their heads it was the time. Mumbles of English words could be heard as we where selected one buy one. The three peppers red, yellow and green following with zucchini was chopped up and put on the head broiled grill. As then Lery and carrot Top was diced and put into a salad with almonds and sweet raspberry sauce. As I was pulled out I screamed and yelled I watched helplessly as the dead lifeless pickles where sliced with a Chinese veggie cutting knife. They where then put on a plate and displayed on the table waiting to be eaten . As a little kid skipped along and ate a pickle. His freckles with his orange hair scared me. I felt helpless all lonely and depressed. As he grabbed for me I slipped out of his dirty greasy hands. As I was repeatedly picked up again and stabbed with a toothpick. As green slime oozed out of myself I closed my eyes as memories flashed before me. My fellow pickles where where they?, why could I not be a pickle. As more and more thoughts swirled in my head i was motionless. The only thing i could hear was a loud crunch. i couldn't scream I knew I was done for. So this is a life of a pickle....

The person at the bus stop....

As the sun is beaming across the beach i am making a sand castles. The sand was wet but the sun sucked all of the water out so the sand would stay toeather. My heart was filled with joy as i skipped to the bus stop. A person with a white hokey mask was holding it with a big hokey bag. As I ask of what it was for he said it was for an action. I entered the bus. My sandles where covered with sand as i left a trail behind. As I sit on the leather transit seat I wait and doze off.

An image of this white blur was staring at a person. With a some type of wepon in the objects hand. Suddenly a red water type image splatted all over and a fain scream could be heard. I wake up in sudden amusement i was still here and also i was at the bus stop! So i walked off the bus. I strolled to my little house three blocks down from the bus stop. I enter the pavement enterance of my house and retrieved the keys from my backpack. My mom and dad where at work on a Sunday afternoon which was weird but we where saving up for a cruise. So i enter the aprentance and sit on the couch. I turn on the TV and watch Mad TV I laugh and chuckle a bit. It was suddenly 9:00pm so I microwave a little serving bow of frozen lasagna and eat it while on the couch. The door bell suddenly rang " ding- dong" I opened up the door and a door impact hit my face. I was knocked out cold... for now...

As i woke up a white blur could be seen in the living room as I open my eyes to a person wearing a white old fashioned golie mask with little holes in it. As i examine some more i see he has a macheti in his hand dripping with blood. Is i examined myself my arm has a bleeding wound.Itry to mumble and scream for help but i am parilized everywhere with a kind of herb or something as the white mask person breaths heavily on my face. I see him pull out the blade and cut. The only things that was in my mind was that that person was from the bus stop. The white mask was him.... I am dead now... what will my faimily think...

Mystery In Doll Creek..

As I swiftly run by the aged vined trees my heart feels like it is going to explode. As my shoes pace in a fast motion I run faster and faster.... to take the shortcut.... The trees seem like to turn every way I ran. The snapping sounds of branches and twigs flew all over the mud covered area. I could feel sweat dripping down my face. I come to this ancient like shack. Finally I thought a place to drift away to take a few breaths.... So I cautiously walk on the small rotted deck I open the door. I look around, hairy spiders and slimy bark crickets scatter in the dark corners as I enter. I look around the area of the shack itself. I am fascinated by how the spider webs could withstand the conditions in here... I guess it was just perfect... I look around some more. A piece of paper catches my eye. I open the crimped paper and read.

" Dear reader, If you are reading this you are at the wrong place at the wrong time"
I paused and look around and nothing seemed to be wrong. So i kept on reading...
" This shack was built in 1697... This shack was used for spiritual sessions... for black magic..."
I scanned everything and looked on the floor a white mark suddenly showed. I swept all of the dust on the wood floor and saw a white five pointed star surrounding me. I kept on reading
" If you find this letter you are lucky but in danger.... This forest Is called Doll creek that is because dolls are hanged and nailed into trees. You will still see them today but all of them will look more.... aged... Once you are done reading this letter leave it and run as far away from it... run back to where you came from. You will have to head back when the sun is still shining. But when it is the night be on high precaution for the dolls..... Take this candle and a a five matches... I wish you well..."
The rest was smudged I couldn't read it. Suddenly a chilling shiver came down my spine. It was almost like ice running down my back. I grab the candle and five matches and scuryed out of the creepy shack. As i keep on running I come to a sign. It read " high precaution... for the spirit..."
I was getting more confused with each step i took questions popped in my head like " who was the person that wrote the letter?, what would happened if I don't get out of the forest in time in the day?, what time is it?, how long can I withstand all of this, will I ever see my family again? My mind suddenly erased like a computer infected a virus. I ran past the sign and kept on going. As I felt the hot humid day past me into a freezing dark ink night i knew that i was to late. As I light the honey bee wax candle I keep on running. As minute by minute pasted I could feel the energy from the candle comfort me The wax dripped on my pants and hands. it felt like rubbery yellow raindrops.
Is I come to a swamp I look around. Dolls and figurines are strapped to the trees. I look in fear like a heat wave coming toward me. All of the dolls eyes are closed. I look at one side there eyes suddenly open. As I look to the other surrounding dolls there heads turn and look at me again. I feel a sharp tug on my leg i leap into the muddy creek. My whole body is glazed with mud. I am slowly sinking into the dark water. As my mouth fills with dead leaves and other substances my windpipe gets clogged. It feels like a stinging suffocating sensation. As i slowly close my eyes My mind goes blank. My whole body feels numb. i slowly die in the mud...
As i remember of how i was in the forest I lost my friend she want home so i took a shortcut. So now i am a mystery... A mystery in Doll creek... I am now apart of the dolls....

My awesome friends

Friends are like treasure. Each friend has a specific special meaning to me here are some of them...
Ryan: I met him in grade 3. He was the main techy in my life but now in grade 7 he is like a sleeping lazy person.. He helped me of whats the newest game system and multiple more things. He has a layed back nature. Like what ever happens happens.

Another friend is Kassi. I remember when she was in my class. Me and her where like the main two funny people. I met her in grade four. She helped me with homework and other things.
Whenever something was serious she was serious but the rest of the time she was carefree and joyful.

My third friend is Francis. He was pretty popular. He hung out with seth and his other fellow friends. I met him in grade six. He was always the joker. He made everything funny when everything was gloomy. He was the guy who you could walk to and just talk abotu random topics every day.

My fourth friend is Emilie. I met her in grade five. She was always laughing. She also had a flare for fashion

to be continued....

My orchid

As I walk into Home Depot Turn into the plant section. As I look for the orchids I spot them. Colors of violet, snow white, sun yellow and pink outshone the vague colors of green leaves. I carefully look at each individual orchids leaves and flowers. Just to make sure they are in tip top condition. As I got to the very last one it was the one. It was a golden yellow pedals marked with little pink dots. Like as if it was like butterfly wings. I examined the lush green leaves in case of any damage. Nothing was damaged. I quickly swiped this masterpiece and took it to the till. I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my canucks wallet and shoved it into the self-service till. I skipped into my grandmas blue lapis toyota sports car and lounged in the front seat. And she drove me to my house.

We arrived with the aroma of terriaki steak and other finger licking things. My mom greeted me and grandma in and we ate. My grandma ate Tofu and some rice ( since she is a vedgaterian). I also ate tofu with rice but with some terriaki drizzled on the top. As I ate every single bite the sauce just melted down my troght. After that i helped my dad clean the dishes.

I ran down the stairs and started to look for the perfect place that provides lots of sun. As i looked i saw the perfect place! It was right near my lamp. So i placed it there and rearanged it multiple times until it was right. It was put on a really flat surface rock. Then under that i put a statue under it. It looked like as if the orchid was covering the statue like an unbrella. So then put my finger one inch into the ground. It was moist like a rain forrest. ( witch isn't good). So I left it. I then pullued up the blinds and left the rays of sun soak into the orchid.
Now it is my orchid.

Glen Abby Street....

The place where i live now.... I remember when i moved here when i was seven years old young and confused little child..... My house was 2 floors the first floor was the main entrance then i had my own room and my brothers room was right beside mine. Every day i could hear him crank up the radio and wake up. Honestly i wanted to sleep in. The 2 floor is where my family meets. The dining room is right in the living room while the kitchen is in a separate room. my mom and dads room was on it to. My sisters room was n the 2 floor right beside my dads office. I lived 7 blocks down from the GMS school. So i could walk 2 minites then I get to school. Lets just say my neighbor hood was pretty boring there where no friends I could walk to. But on top of that I sure had some fun times...

I remember when I got my first long board and crashed into the stop sign across from my house. Beside the stop sign there was a big field. It looked like a big grassy bowl. I remember in the winter time I went on my sleg and zoomed down the dowm hill. There was a little stream that came out a tube. I think it was a sewage pipe..... There was lots of weeds and worms there. I remember we used to get worms and feed them the the colossal ant hill. One time I was feeding the worm to the ants and the ants covered my legs. I screamed and shook all of them off. I remember in the mailbox i almost slammed my hand in the little steel door. The most dangerest place in my life is the field where the sewage is. There is like people who do bad things ( if you know what i mean) That was some of the things outside of my house. I my backyard.

In my backyard I had a herb garden. I can remember the aroma of the 4 chives ( a different type of onions),also 2 garlic chive bunches ( called chinnese chives, is like garlic but in stems), and then a little bush of italian parsley, then the sweet smell of lettuce basil, also some 3 green onion bulbs ( witch is still growing). That was the only place where everything was quiet. When i s melled the aroma of the masterpiece i could image all the work from the prosses of making the box to planting the herbs and carring for them. Wattering them every 2 day. This is where I could drain all of my thoughts of life out and absorb the nature of growth and peacefulness. Anything in the little box garden made everything work to geather. it was like my garden was filled with diversity. All the ants worked togeather and ate the afids and the worms made the soil richer. The spiders trapped the pesty insects to keep my garden tip top shape. I didn't use and pesticides so that the bugs would live in a different place. I wanted them to help my garden flurish. And also amke me happy. That was my favorite place ever. To just to be me.
That was some of my memories.... of where I lived.....

My Mom is way better than you're mom!

It was one boiling afternoon school day. The bells rang and kids started to storm out of the little aged doors. I was going into the bus to get home. One of my friends Timmysat beside me in the front row. We where both silent until i mentioned that subject " My mom is better then you're mom....

" My mom is better than you're mom!" Timmy screamed.
I replied with a high pitch scream " No my mom powns!"
Timmy then put his hands on his hips and replied " phhh! How is you're mom better than my mom?"
I hastily replied " well she owns the famous mountain called Mt. Everest!
Timmy argued " well my mom owns the Eiffel Tower!"
I said " well my mom has the most energy efficient house! The electricity runs on solar energy from the sun! Also it is Japanese designed, You gotta respect the Japanese!"
Timmy bellowed " well my moms house is beside the sea shore she has a water purifier that makes the water so healthy it is the rarest water on earth!"
I rolled my eyes and said " is that all you got for you're moms house? Well my mom makes the best Chinese Stir Fry ever her ingredients are freshly imported from China itself! It is known all around the world that the Barrack Obama flew in a jet to Canada to taste it!

Timmy grained and replied " Chinese stir fry? Well my mom makes the most delicious Italian spaghetti in the world that the Italian president gave her $2300 in Canadian cash!" he then sipped on his water bottle.

I shook my head in disagreement and replied " well that is just Italy! China is twenty sizes humongous than petite Italy! My mom has been to the only three blow wholes in the whole entire world Australia, Mexico and Hawaii!"

Timmy then sprayed the water on the cement ground. He then bosted " My mom is a Blue belt in karate!"

I then laughed in amusement and said " A blue belt? Well my mom is a black belt! She has been to Japan to compete in the world wide finals! Let me spell it for you! W O R L D F I N A L S !

Timmy looked in his backpack and pulled out a Mothers Day card and waved it in my face and bragingly said " Well mothers day is comming up and i already made a card!" He revieled a rainbow card saying happy mothers day.

I then opened my iphone and then showed the slideshow i mad. I exclaimed" technolgy is the new thing! This slideshow is the 2010 generation!"

The bus then stopped at the stop and Timmy went out of his chair and got his backpack and grumbled and murmered.

I grinned and thought to myself " hahaha, my mom is way better than you."