There Once Were 70 Computers

By David L

There once were a lot computers. They are called: la, lala, lalala, lalalala, lalalalala, lalalalalala, lalalalalalala, did, said, me, who, like, yeah, maybe, hi, hello, past, tense, snow, board, bi, baby, babies, what, the, heck, of, the, call, I, don’t, know, but, if, you, it, then, shot, shots, david, william, lele, labe, galy, snout, beard, whoa, dount, fat, not, zoro, monkey, do, luffy, nami, chopper, usopp, cp9, cp8, cp7, cp6, cp5, cp4, cp3, cp2, cp1, xp10, xp9, xp8, xp7, xp6, xp5, xp4, xp3, xp2, xp1, king, queen, slave, peanut, butter, tough, touch, grind, bmx, or. Those are happy been used again.

Jared’s Truth/Lie

By Jared M

Little Jared Murphy sat on the inflatable throne. He was at a place called “pump it up”. He was only a small child then. It was his birthday party, but it also was the party of several other children. Only with all of the moms of those kids could a party for so many happen. Anyway, Jared sat on the throne. One of the kids came up to him. “I want to sit on the throne,” the child said amidst the noise of the party.

Jared considered this. He recalled that this was not the boy’s party. Thus, he had no right to have a turn on the birthday throne. “No,” Jared replied.

The other boy whined. “But that’s not fair,” the boy complained.

Jared responded with a phrase that his wise parents had imprinted in his mind, a phrase that had guided him all his short life: “Life’s not fair. Get over it.”

The boy was astounded. Jared’s mother began to laugh. Jared smiled, leaned back, and enjoyed his bouncy seat of power.



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My Computer’s Perspective of Me

By Gabby A


I swear, if I have to take a screenshot of a fandom post I am going to short circuit.

After she does her homework all I can feel is the dragging of the mouse and hear the clicking of the screenshot. Percabeth and Caleo left and right I think it’s becoming a real problem. Her fingers pound the keyboard and she types at rapid-fire speed. She doesn’t even have to look at the keyboard to type at all! I don’t know if it’s just me or can I start to feel dents in the keys? She has no idea how to wash her hands! After school on the bus she opens me up and writes her Fanfictions, and her hands are all dusty and grimy from whatever she’s been doing all day.

Oh, sometimes I wish she’d treat me with more care. When the teacher gets cross and tells the students to close their laptops, she doesn’t close my lid. Oh, no. She slams my lid. I’m surprised that my screen hasn’t cracked yet. She’s spilled so many liquids on me from water to iced tea, I can feel the circuit boards inside my body starting to get sticky. It’s disgusting.

And when the internet doesn’t work, she blames it on ME! She pounds on the monitor with her fist, and yells in frustration. What do I have anything to do with internet connections? If you are planning to destroy a piece of technology, at least destroy the internet router!

She never puts me to sleep, she never shuts me down! All through the night I am up and awake, my brightness turned on full blast, buzzing with energy from the charger she’s plugged into me all day.

I keep reminding her to backup her files, but she just won’t listen! Every time I notify her, ‘HEY! YOU’D BETTER BACKUP OR YOU’LL BE SORRY!’ she doesn’t want to listen to me! And then she gets mad at me when I lose all my memory and lose all her files! Hey, if you wanted to keep those screenshots of Rick Riordan’s tweets, you should’ve just listened!

And here she is, writing all my thoughts about her on a Word Document. Okay. You want more? Well I’ll tell you more! You never


What’s this?





You shame me, human.


[Featured Image by Hyo Jin K.]

Jenny’s and Vivian’s Truth/Lie

By Jenny S and Vivian W


“NOOOO!!!!!!! BARBIE!!!!!!” Jeanette screamed. Jenny and Jeanette were having a fight. Jeanette ripped Jenny’s Harry Potter poster in half. So Jenny was ripping her older sister’s Barbie doll.

“SHUT IT YOU WHIPPERSNAPPER!!!! YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT, NINCOMPOOP!!!! Jenny squealed, fighting to climb to her bed; the top bunk. Jeanette clung onto the ladder.

“GIVE. ME. BACK. MY. BARBIE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOLL!!!!! Jeanette shouted, trying to get her Barbie doll away from her aggressive little sister. Jenny held onto the doll as if for dear life.

“YOU KILL HARRY POTTER, I KILL BARBIEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Jenny screamed at the top of her lungs, ripping off poor Barbie’s head and kicked her sister in the stomach.

“HOOF!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Jeanette screamed as she fell off the ladder. With one big thump, there was awkward silence. Jenny continued ripping Barbie apart with an angry gleam in her eyes. She didn’t realize that her sister was still lying on the ground, unconscious until Barbie was in shreds.

“Jeanie? Jeanie?!” Jenny shook her sister violently. Jenny tried everything to make Jeanette wake up. In the end, with horror struck eyes, she cried “MOM!! DAD!!!”


Amanda stood under the doorway of the store. The sounds of chirps, barks and purring blasted her ears and she smiled. Finally, time to get her first pet!

She entered the store, and was awarded with the shopkeeper’s stare. Ignoring the eyes sinking into her back, she walked over to the puppies.

The first thing she noticed was the smell. Rancid breath, toilet smells, and saliva overcame her nose. Telling herself that she was going to have a good, clean pet, (with good hygiene), she marched towards the cage containing the puppies and directed her attention towards it.

The pups tumbled over each other to gain the attention, but Vivian’s eyes were locked onto one puppy. A small, and extremely hyper. Amanda LOVED the pup. She demanded that the puppy and her were put together, able for her to pet it.

She and the puppy were put in a cage, and the puppy was as hyper as ever. The puppy ran over to Amanda, and her expecting it to leap into her arms, held them out.

Now, its crazy for a pet shop to have no litter box. The puppy instead ran to her shoes, leaned its hind onto the shoes, and left a small, brown gift.

Amanda never went into pet shops again.



Jen was bored. Her grandpa was riding a bike and her on the backseat. She looked down at the wheels and grinned.

“Pretty wheels. I wanna touch ‘em.” Jen touched the wheel with her foot. She thought it was fun. Jen continued to play with the wheel until… her foot was jammed in the wheels.

“AAAAAH!!!” Jen screamed as they fell over. Her grandpa screamed too. It took her hours to get her foot out. Jen cried and cried. Until when they finally got her out. Jen had to ride the car of one of their neighbors. Jen saw her ankle bleeding and screamed at the top of her lungs, and sobbed. Jen learnt her lesson that day.

The Football Frenzy

By. Billy R

I don’t mean to brag but I happen to be Densel Robinsons final award-winning and lucky helmet.My color is blue and my friend Densel Robinson happens to be the best football player in the worlds universe right now.Football is my favourite sport also.He loves me more than anything and since I’ve been stuck on his head he hasn’t lost any matches with his team. The Boston Barells.The Boston barrels have been the best team this season and it’s running over.The last game of the season is not really far away and we have to win this if we want to take the trophy home for the 14th time.The barells love winning and then celebrating.Here in the U.S., the people that find out that someone won the go nuts.The team that will win becomes very famous and we have achieved that, 13 times.We want to go for a fourth but it’s hard the players are getting old and so is Densel. Densel said he will continue at least three years more. If and when he does I might become useless that’s one of the only things I’m afraid of.

I keep thinking about this problem and sometimes I think that no this can’t happen because I’m his lucky helmet, but some other times I think that he will throw me away and buy a new one when I become old.

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