Hello readers who I have told this about or people who are just looking around on the blogosphere... in this blog I have created only recently I strive to make funny and cool adventures, which are inventive(meaning creative) and invented. Most our fake, but along the way I will have a few real ones. Many I have written and have been inspired by the journey I have taken across the country for a year in an R.V., with my family. I am 12 years old and I must admit, not boasting when saying, that I have a very creative mind. And so I want to put those stories to good use, and post them on here for other people who are looking for talent to discover. I must warn any idea-stealer's, I have copyright and you will be sued for the ideas and stories in this blog if you use them without permission. I have already done 294 posts(right now, more will continue) on another blog, about my journey around the U.S. It is, if you are interested, http://bournesbigtrip.blogspot.com and I hope you enjoy!
Now, before you wait for other blog posts or just go over this because I haven't posted anything, let me give you a sample of my writing for you skeptics. Here is a little paragraph about... uh, an assassin going to a cheer leading performance to kill a judge because of his daughter not getting the trophy. Sorry, I couldn't think of anything else at the moment:
It was a normal rainy day, the drops of water were falling like people who were sad in the Depression Era, and killed themselves. The great water came down on the concrete, making a sadder and darker appearance on the hard surface, as tons of running girls came with their duffel bags, their whole "life" depending on how well they looked in the performance, as some of their mascara smeared, and they looked like clowns at a circus as the colors went down, and down, and down. Others, the less lucky ones, fell hard after tripping while running to get inside, and got scraped up. But among all the girl's dreams getting shattered, a 40 year old man, ruff in the face with scruffy features, such as facial hair, a shabby beard, as brown as a grizzly Bear's, had a passion to shatter another person's life. His Nike Tennis shoes went along the wet, and he slipped a little as he cocked the Semi-Automatic in his hand. In his other, the right one, was a still wet whiskey, a drink that is so evil and powerful that even the demons themselves avoid the taste. He threw the cheap bottle down, as it shattered like a hundred screaming girls, a sound which was about to be heard. He made the glass door go open, in a carpeted lobby with a staircase in front of him, and a door to the soon-to-be murder scene of an auditorium. The soon to be killer jogged up the stairs, the last stairs he would go up being an innocent man. Well, not that he was ever innocent of being a drunkard and ruffian of a man. But he went up, opened the wooden door, and went in among all the giggling and talking girls, the parents making them look good, and down in the floor of this large auditorium, the back of a pony-tailed blond haired lady on a table, writing down in a notebook. She never thought that judging a little girl would bring her to the Creator, but it would, in time. As the man walked down the concrete stairs, holding tightly onto the railing. He passed a chubby little brown haired girl, and she smiled it him, and then he looked at her with those devilish eyes and face that cannot be described nor repeated, and she widened her eyes in fear. He passed down, put the safety now on not safety on the gun, and then, he raised it up, aimed it at the back of the lady's head... and fired.
But a couple of things happened. First, an African American guard who was by there, up there on the second floor by where the gruff man entered, had followed the man down, fearing that this man would do nothing good. He raised his tazer, which replaced the ancient billy-stick they regularly used. Second, a lady who had had her little poor child scared, went to hit the man with her purse, and she actually ended up doing it on the back, incidentally just as the tazer hit the back and the security guard's eyes widened as he realized the man's motive, and electric and leather collided as there was a spark, then a flash, and then a bullet, and then screams, as the gruff drunk fell and the bullet went across the room, in a chair, and some people fell down, but no one died. Everyone screamed, and did the regular ducking and running our, fearing more shots. That is, those close enough. Others went about the daily, and didn't notice it over all the noise of the cheer leading. Then the guard tackled the man, chained him to a handcuff, and pushed the lady back down at her seat as she frantically, with her face snow white, balled
as she took her hanker chief and tried to make her burning purse not become flame. The man had not succeeded, thank goodness.
Alright so now you know if I'm worth it or not. So, I hope that you continue to read my new blog. For you have to be Inventive, to be in this world.
