Jonathan Sedano

Isabellal Hernandez

Amelia Barrera

Dominique Hemmingson

The Witch Circe

As Circe looked out the window, she noticed a group of sailors sneaking about outside of her house. “Creeps,” she thought. “Coco,” she asked as she turned to her advisor, “What do you think I should do to them?”

“You should turn them into pigs,” Coco said.

“You there!” Coco exclaimed, “what lies here you are in search for?”

“We have come to一”

“Why don’t you enter my dwelling?”, Circe said, “ Enjoy thy hospitality.”

Circe had gone to the kitchen while Coco entertained the guests, later bringing them drinks.

“My secret recipe...” Circe added with a sly grin. The sailors had enjoyed the beverages.

“ What’s happening?!”  the sailor exclaimed, Only Circe’s grin grew wider as her ‘secret recipe’ took her toll on the men.

“You have activated my trump card”

“You deserve this , you filthy pigs!, Circe has expressed.

“What!?”, the sailor had exclaimed

“Snooping in my dwelling is UNACCEPTABLE!!!,” Circe had exclaimed.

The men oinked as they were transformed into pigs.

Meanwhile, Hermes, the messenger god, was traveling onward towards the dwelling awaiting to give Odysseus something to fight against Circe’s magic.

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Jonathan Sedano

Isabella Hernandez

Amelia Barrera

Dominique Hemmingson

Boyfriend cheated

I was walking down the barely lit sidewalk from a long and exhausting day from work, the scent of fresh roses filled the air from my present to Zach. Two year passed of our relationship and i enjoyed every one bit of it. Walking up the steps of apartment I grabbed my keys, began to sway open the door, no one around and it was suspiciously quiet. I decided to go to my room. As I approached the bedroom door, I heard the shuffling of footsteps across the floor, swaying open the door I saw Zach looking disheveled.

I scanned the room and then looked at Zach, “What's Going on?”   

“Oh... um,” Zach stuttered. All of a sudden I heard a rustle in the closet. As I walked towards the closet my curiosity grew. A gleam of sweat emerged from Zach’s forehead. My hand reached for the closet door. When I opened the door I saw a girl looking barely dressed. She looked up at me shockingly. Coco! I exclaimed. Coco looked at the girl infront of her

“Hi “ Coco said.

I slapped that female dog right across her cake face.  I grabbed her out from the closet. I kicked her in her throat and blood came out. Ronda Rousey only had experienced this pain.

walking outside I left the apartment leaving with all my pride. I couldn't believe it had been my friend since kindergarten.

child hood memories showing paragraph

Looking outside the light rays shined bright in my face beside the window. the warmth was enough but looking outside at my lawn was my dog looking for a spot. Tapping against the window made a flicker sound that could be heard outside. Unheard of my dog crouched and began to lay waste. It was then that the mushy, brown, and soft texture began to take its place on the rough jagged ground. After i could hear the grass make a rumbling noise as my dog was sliding down a slope after laying waste on his bottom. i remembered staring at the poop and how i ate a jelly bean the flavor of waste and i could taste the soft texture that made me want to vomit.

childhood memories

1: strange

I was day dreaming noticing the slow pace of the class during my elementary class. Nothing but the usual except i was thinking about a thought i had about a class.I had forgotten than chose to do something else but it wasn't till i walked into my 7th grade class i saw the exact image i had thought of.

2: embarrassing

Always being told the story i had been reminded more than often this one. My brother shacking me of an early age being a baby he shook me in the air. As my parents warned to stop he didn't as he shook harder and i soon began to throw up my breakfast as his mouth was opened.

3: funny 

looking outside i had witnessed my dog finding a spot on the ground. Searching I was confused on why he was confused looking around. It was then when he crouched and the result being poop on the grass. It was late he slid on his bottom down a slope of grass we have in our backyard watching him go I laughed.

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telling sentence: mondays are wonderful/horrible


The screeching alarm only enraging my ears, getting out of bed was horrible enough. Getting changed in the most utterly way i felt the weight on my bones from the down clothes. Smelling breakfast wasn't enough to persuade my body to return to slumber. The fork tearing apart the scramble eggs only showed my fury. Nothing more but a soft taste texture that i hated.Looking outside was only the sunshine that shined in my eyes constantly warming my face.  Walking outside smelling the time of spring when I only wanted to fall in my bed. The radio was nothing but ringing in my ears of the worst of this generations pop-culture. As arrived the bell rang another day, but not any day but the worst day of the week.. monday.

the citrus

Born in North Korea I am fighting for freedom. My name is Ebola-Chan, my goal is to destroy kim jun un and to fight obama.

I the citrus saw my family blended on tv as kim jun un had kill my family. As i a citizen of North Korea being tortured i never wanted revenge for something else in my life. I only witnessed my family fade away as my mother was rotting and the tree was burnt by the beats called north Koreans.  I rolled myself down to a village called Citrus ville. The only goal was to become dangerous enough to destroy a cold hearted killer. People tried to take me from citrus ville or the basket to feed to the savaged starving children. I could only watch the deaths in front of me.

After 4 days it was time to fight but not to ripen. Being trained by the north Korean Yoda of justice before fighting i made a plan. They really think i was a meal i suffered pain being zested on a salad but I was ready to attack. As he launched his fork to the meal in front of him i decided to blind him with juice. Then i launched stomach releasing poison to his heart. As i escaped a pipeline filled with dirt i got out in the sea in a white machine. My job was over. The day after my family was avenged. The news launched as the community was happy to end a dictatorship while  i was happy for my family being avenged. Obama was next as he ate my cousin the orange.

Final Book Review

 In the book The Davinci Code are two main characters that face trials based of a murder. This murder lead to a alliance between two characters trying to solve as much as the mystery can be solved already. The goal is for the two main characters to find some important piece in history in which they are faced against many people. One of the many people is a group of the catholic church protecting this piece and finding it for power. The authors purpose of writing the book is to show the reader the vast majority of history that involves the mystery of this piece in history. These two characters must overcome many trials based off the power they have already, to overcome a power. The book is told in third person and switches between the two forces fighting for this artifact. The book is not related to a specific age but does revolve around information from the past and does include some maturity for the book as it mentions some ideas that some may not agree. Compared to other books i have read this book is not entirely bad but i would say out of a scale to ten it would be written in a seven or eight.This book does mention some rather interesting information and makes the reader really think during this mystery. Future historians can look at this book as a peek of interest to the mere future. I picked this book out of interest and love this choice compared to others.