No going back...

This isn't much of a story, but it is a story. Its a story about a story. this story consists of two stories, that converge into one complete story. it is a story about a time machine. So this story begins with a man, his name was bob. bob buckham. Ever since he was a child, he dreamed about time machines. he started building one when he was only very little. he found out that that one didn't work, so all through his life, he learned about technology and science. And now, 30 years of hard work has finnaly, maybe payed off. He has now made the perfect time machine. "I now made the perfect time machine!" bob yelled out. Now, to test it. Bob jumped in, forgetting all safty percausions, R.I.P Bob. What bob forgot to add into his time machine was to choose where he wanted to go, so he went all the way back to the volcano in pompai, and we know this because we found his dead body, cremated from the volcano.

Bird Eggs...

One day i was walking down the street and i saw two lonely trees, acros form each other. I saw that there were nests with an egg in each. i also saw a bench near the trees. I sat on the bench and waited. i was waiting for a bird to come by and claim their nest. no bird came. it must have been a couple hours, so i grabbed both the nests and took them home. I took both of the eggs and put them in one of the nests. then i got a tiny sign, and wrote lost and found on it. then i put the sign on the nest and put the whole nest onto one of the trees next to that bench. now they are together.

Hardest thing ever...

My dad is driving me to toys R us. I hope we are getting a good one. of course I am talking about my first bike! it is going to be awesome. We are in the bike section now there are big bikes, small bikes, even tiny bikes you use your hand to ride, like tech decks. I found the one. It is red with yellow and orange neon flames on it! it looks Epic! okay the bike is sitting next to me in the car and i can not wait until i get to ride it. I am at home now, putting my helmet on, i am so excited! I am not excited anymore, i have exactly 3 cuts and they all hurt. I don't want to ride a bike ever again in my whole entire life!

Best Idea...

I believe that an idea that changed the whole, entire world was the thought of war. I want to get a time machine and go back in time, and murder the man who thought of war. War was pretty much the worst invention/thought in the world. Wars are also a big part of the world, the civil war, vietnam, Iraq. Also wars change a lot of things, like our independence from england. And another thing, war is usually the end of arguments, and it usually goes too far.

The war...

The war that I survived wasn't much of a war, but it was a conflict. It was me trying out for Cab high school. It was a long and hard thing to do, I had to make everything perfect, I had to edit almost everything, and I had to create a lot of works. It was fun, but it was also very hard. I saw a lot of other kids portfolios, and most of them seemed better than mine, which made me think that I would lose this "war." The day of the tryouts we went to the class and we had to write a story, make a graphic piece, or do something with a website. I chose the story, and i thought i did a great job. I then had to wait. I had to wait three months. three long months. but i waited it out, and i found out that i got into cab! that was an important "war" I "survived."

Memory...

there is one memory that i would like to forget about, and it was very creepy to me. It was a show about paranormal activity, and it was on Discovery channel. It was in this familys house in the show and there was some paranormal activity of things moving and such, but the weirdest part was of the son. the son, as in the familys child, was doing horrible things, like hitting his parents and, peeing in his closet. his parents asked him why he did those things, and the son said "he told me to." his mom wanted to know who "he" was, so she went into his sons room and this thing that just looked, creepy came into the screen and screamed at the mother, then i turned off the show, and had nightmares about it for a while. that is what i would like to forget.

forgetting...

I always forget to remember things, and this article is about one of those times. it is a bit of a sad story, my mother one week left the house, for a week. She told me on the phone that she was sending our dog to the local kennel, so i said okay, and we said goodbye and she left. I then began doing whatever I wanted. Mostly just sitting and watching T.V. I lost my phone and I tried to find it, but I couldn't. Also my house phones were changing systems. I had no way to contact anybody. that week I heard barking noises throughout the week, but I thought it was just the neighborhood dogs. Its now the end of the week, and I found my phone. I opened it and there were about 70 messages from my mom. they were mostly just saying what she was doing and saying goodnight. but then there were 15 voice messages from here, reminding me to feed the dog. I ran to the back room and I smelled a horrible smell. I opened my dogs cage, hoping it to be empty. There was my dog, lying there, skinny as heck and dehydrated. I picked him up, grabbed some food water and the keys to my car and drove to the vet. while driving I gave him a lot of water and food. I got to the vet with my dog, and they took him. they said he would be better, but not for another couple of months.