Updated 10/20/09
Any ideas for a tittle of my book? Post in Comment Section1
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Hello! Sorry for not writing in a while. I would like for you all to see some cool pictures, maybe you can send me "mini essays" on each picture and how it resembles (if I may use that world) France, or Paris. You can just tell me "the pic from the whatever the post is post". That is how we will assosiate Paris in this Post.
Any ideas for a tittle of my book? Post in Comment Section1
Thanks!
Hello! Sorry for not writing in a while. I would like for you all to see some cool pictures, maybe you can send me "mini essays" on each picture and how it resembles (if I may use that world) France, or Paris. You can just tell me "the pic from the whatever the post is post". That is how we will assosiate Paris in this Post.
I haven't been updating lately because I was reading and working like crazy. I am very proud of myself becasue I can read a big book (like The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma) in basically four days! I read a 350 page book in three days, and the Mysterious Benedict Socity, book three, in about four days. I am only in Middle School, but hey! I like to write and I feel I am strong in my writing also, so sadly I have dedicated this most of this post to my writing, not to Paris (huhhhhh??????) I want to hear your comments about this story. Thanks you guys:) :) :)
Also, this past weekend I went to a wedding. It was the first wedding I have ever been to and it was fun. Ummmmm... what else have you missed????? Well, this is all I can think of, but if I think of anything else special that has happened in October, I will have to share with you! Oh yeah, and if my posts are too short or too long (probably not too long ;) you can just comment about them. Thank you!
-Sam
This is the book... enjoy and make sure to tell me critisism if there be any and comments. Thanks. I have a couple chapters layed out but I may change them according to your comments. Read!!
Chapter 1
A small wooden boat roughly swayed in the dark blue waves. Three men were in the boat. They squished together, their blue suits covered in raincoats. Their wigs were slipping off because of the pouring rain. They traveled for hundreds of miles. The whole time it was raining. Now, the waves had turned rough. Two men were steering with buckets. Their oars had gotten swept away into the ocean.
“Are we heading toward Britain?” one of the men had said trying to be heard over the deafening waves. He was steering the boat and was referring to the man with the golden compass in the palm of his crippled hand.
The man simply nodded his head. Another man smiled a mischievous smile and started steering ahead.
Thunder sounded.
The men’s coats flew backwards into the air, but they still stayed fastened onto the colonists. The man without the oar put one hand tightly on a chest in the boat. For a long time no one talked.
Loud and deserted…the ocean was loud and deserted. Loud because of the thunderstorm, deserted because there no one was in the ocean, but the isolation didn’t last for long. Soon, a big wooden vessel woke up the young patriot’s attention. They saw the ship from two miles away.
About a mile away, using their magnifying glass the patriots saw the ships name: East Columbia Tea. The man with the compass yelled out commands about where to steer as if yelling to a giant ocean liner. “North, north, north, north… west, west, west, west,” the young man yelled out commands that slowly turned into a whisper as the vessel moved forward. Then once he saw that his partners knew what they were doing he opened the chest. He took off three layers of cloth and dug around the chest for a while. It was a very big chest, but eventually he took something out.
“Wood softener,” he said to the two men steering. “Drop this into the water when I wave my hand, but make sure you open the bottle, and also, only drop it behind our small ship. It will break our ship if its liquid touches the hull.”
“Yes, sir,” both men said.
The “sir” handed the men the liquid and waved his hand. The freckled man with the breaking oar poured it into the water. Then, the boat steered around the East Columbia Tea ship. In about half an hour they all saw the ship sink. Wood had splintered every direction. Again, the men smiled but kept on steering straight ahead in silence.
