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= ﻿WILL'S PORTFOLIO :D = toc =__ ﻿Peices Of a Poem-Poem __= =because pie is delicous, before breakfast-**ic**= i eat-**dc** delicous is what i like-**ic** pie is delicous**-dc** i eat pie when im sleepy, it's good-**ic,dc** i can eat more pie with my eyes closed, pie loves me-**ic,ic** delicous- ﻿ ﻿**dc** before brekfast. :D-**dc**

=__ ﻿Preposition Poem __= =from the school= on the feild over the turf under the lights in the stadium ready for the superbowl =__ ﻿Hint Fiction __= = Driving to my favorite place = Bad feeling's Logs fall from truck infront Fly overhead like a bird low to the ground other's not lucky =__ ﻿Extended Metaphor __= =     ﻿﻿ ﻿ ﻿ ﻿ ﻿ ﻿ My house is like a sun= A comfortable feeling A lightly lit place A sense of security inside

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= **Short story ** = =**My name is john and this is my story. We start were all stories begin the beginning of the most tragic days of your life. Today seemed like an average hot, bright, a summer day in New York. Besides all of the destruction and burning corpses it was just a regular day. The thought of a full blown alien invasion seems kind of silly at first, but these creatures are nothing to mess around with. Easily 14 feet tall these things were furry, insane beings that have no emotions and only knew one instinct to kill and abuse. **= I awoke. Too early to remember my own name it seemed like the only reason I ever awoke this early was to go to work or to the gym on a Sunday. I grabbed my gas mask I still had from my army tour in high school and the machete I used on my camping trips with my father. Well what used to be my father. I threw on my trench coat and headed out side to the new world. It felt like I was being born again getting my first exhilarating first looks at the new haunting world bestowed on me. I took one step out and looked up into the sun, the red ball was now a deep black from all the ashes and chemicals in the air made everything a lot darker than it actually is. The streets littered with the ashes of former lives and hopes of all my former sisters and brothers. I looked down at my feet most of the time I walked never really caring about the world around them around me. I wish I had now that the world looks like hell on earth I miss the beautiful colors and smells of the old world. 3 blocks down and 4 blocks left led me to the wall mart were I used to do all my shopping back when the world was habitable. The place looked as if it was forgotten about in late demolition and left there to rot with the world. The doors didn’t open just hung by a wire and sparked electricity once in a while. Everything was gone. The only things that were left were a couple of cans of beans and a package of Oreos. This made a slight chuckle because even the thought of eating one of those Oreo cookies made me sick to my stomach, after surviving year after year off of them I didn’t want to glance over at them. I took the beans and a vaccine of the flu shot which may come in handy latter on. Probably not, but I took it anyway. I walked back outside and then I thought to myself and I forgot the extra air canister for the gas mask that was my life line giving me clean air and taking out the bad. How could I be so careless and stupid? I shouted every swear word from the book and then I couldn’t breathe. I quickly grabbed and pulled off the thing sticking to my face. Breathing in the toxic ash covered air made me sick again. I needed to find somewhere with other survivors I thought for a second trying hard not to breathe. “There is a hotel 15 blocks down from m a hotel 15 blocks down from my current position. I better hurry” I said to myself . I started to sprint down the streets running as fast as my legs could carry me. Fading in and out of life. Then I saw the hotels gloomy lit sign in the distance and made one final push to bring myself there. I slowly slid open the door which someone had vacume sealed before the invasion. Finally clean beautiful oxygen. The place was torn up and stained with blood piss and everything in between. To be honest it wasn’t any nicer then my apartment. I slowly went up the spiraling stairs until I reached the 3rd floor. It was eerie, very eerie. The doors were wide open hanging from there hinges. Televisions blaring with static, the only light filling the lifeless hallway. BANG then a scream shook the calm air. That scared me enough to the point where I almost bolted for the door. I went by 20 rooms then someone or something grabbed me and pulled me through a empty hole in the wall. He turned me around and said very quietly “you shouldn’t be here these people if you can call them that have gone insane over the years. I was thinking of escaping but I needed another man to help me. You best be getting out of here as fast as you can.” “I will help you.” I said “if you find me a way back to Colorado I heard there was a place untouched by all this nonsense.” He replied with a confident yes and let go of the grasp he had on my arm. He flicked on a flash light on to my pale face gave a look and then flashed it back on his own. This man looked very familiar to me but I don’t know where from. He told me of where he came from and his life story. I told him about how I never saw my father except for one time back when I was 6 I am now 18 now and I have no family my mother and brother died trying to save me from one of those monsters. I survived but none of my family did. It felt like carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders having all your family dies to save you and only you. I don’t know where my dad is but I think he’s long gone somewhere off in the past floating around like a bag caught in the breeze. But that was just a thought. This telling of lives made me tired so I asked the man if he knew if there was anywhere to stay and sleep for the night. He nodded and showed me a short army bunk which then I laid on for a good 3 minutes before I said “Oh and by the way my name is john. John Fisher.” He smiled and lay down on the other bunk down the end of the hall and never said a word after that. I slowly drifted and sank into the unforgiving and uncontrollable dream world. Darkness filled my head; the first good sleep in a while no thoughts to busy my absent mind. I slept for hours upon hours without a single disturbance through the night. Daybreak. Early, early morning the sun creeping its way in through the hotel window giving us a warm welcome into the coming day. I yawned and stretched out my weary and sore muscles and mind. I went up to check on the nice man that let me stay over there. He was working on the plan on how we were going to escape. I didn’t see what the big deal is because I just walked on in to it. He said that there were no guards on active duty at that time. Oh wow Lucky me. His story sounded way to outrageous to be true but to him this was true and I think I believe him now too. We left at noon barely enough time to say goodbye to this place and cook some beans that I took for breakfast. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I heated up the beans on a makeshift oven the man had created for me and we sat down and had a great breakfast to start the day off right. It felt good finally being able to sit by another human being and enjoy a meal together something I took for granite way back when. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You know you never told me your name” I said <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Hah what’s in a name” he replied <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We sat silently and ate the beans for a while keeping for the most part to ourselves until he mumbled out something that sounded like <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“My name is Ben Fisher” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">I sat there blind staring at the floor and thought to myself could this man really be my father that left me so long ago? The truth hit me like a knockout punch of a title weight boxing match. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well enough horsing around. Time to get this plan underway” Ben said <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I stood up and grabbed all my equipment before we started our journey. It started at a trip to the bottom floor which then we would use a back route through the maintenance elevator down to the basement level which should lead us out to the back door entrance. Ben said it was a risky maneuver but it was doable. I followed him down into the basement which was a pretty easy process but the back door was protected by a guard. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">I took my razor sharp machete and slipped up and behind the guard. With one swipe I grabbed his head and slowly but surely slit the guard’s throat. It wasn’t as easy and painless as you see it done it was a slow and messy process. The guard wasn’t a human. Which surprised me because it feels a lot better to kill one of them then it is to kill another human being. I have no sympathy for these creatures that destroyed so many of our population. He spread out on the floor slipping as blood rushed out of his jugular and onto the basement floor. About 2 minutes after he was finally died and we could now proceed. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">We opened the rusty door and out into the streets. It was surprisingly cold the rush of wind cut at my face like a fresh paper cut. It was surprisingly cold the rush of wind cut at my face like a fresh paper cut on our soft unsuspecting skin. The coldness made it harder to walk and multi task, but we were still marching on toward the airport that was all the way across the city. It was going to be a long and hard journey but I knew we were going to make it no matter what. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">There were no signs of human or extraterrestrial life and we were already halfway till our destination. We didn’t talk much just kept marching and observing the new world around us falling and dying before our very eyes. It was a terrible sight but in the darkest thoughts I still found beauty in some of the tiniest things. A bug flew up to me a horse fly to be more specific. It landed on my hand and I stared into its eyes for a while and then it uncannily flew off in the darkened sky above. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I looked over at Ben who seemed to be struggling to keep the pace up. I only looked back at him a little bit every once in a while. I’m not one to hold a grudge but this man was my dad and he was still the man that left me all those years ago. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“So dad why did you leave me and mom all those years back?” I asked scared of what the answer might be. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He looked at me wearily and said <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well son I’ll tell you. After you were born me and your mom was fighting a lot back then and I didn’t want to be around her anymore. So I did the dumbest thing I have ever done in my entire life and made the choice of leaving you and mom alone. After I left you guys back home In Louisiana I came here to the big apple to find a new beginning. But not all things happen the way you want them to. I lost my money that I had when I left and the only outlet I thought that would be the thing to save me was crystal meth. I got addicted to it and then all of a sudden I felt myself losing control of my life. I then proceeded to take action and go to a clinic in Arizona. It took me 4 long years but I got off of the stuff and finally got my life back on track and rented out a room at the hotel we were just at. I stayed there for 4 years and now this is what you see now. Your mom moved out here quickly after I did maybe to catch up with me I don’t know why exactly but I wish I was there to see you grow up and turn into a fine man.” He replied <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I walked down a block without saying anything. I let my mind pander and it took me a minute to realize that we were coming up on the airport. Ben grabbed my shoulder and then threw me behind a road block and whispered <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“There’s a sniper right outside of the gate entrance to the airport.” He whispered. He popped his head out into plain view and back down. POW the bullet hit the street right behind where my dad’s head should have been. He told me to stay here and draw out the fire so he could flank the sniper. I held my head out of the cover and POW the bullet flew past as I quickly dove back under. My dad was already half way to the airport gate and the sniper had no clue where he was. I popped my head out as fast as I could this time and back down. POW the bullet hit the road block I was hiding behind. It startled me but I held my ground. I popped my head out for the last time and back down this one barely missed the top of my head skimming down the street the bullet flew then fell to a sudden stop in the pavement. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ben was already behind the sniper cracking his neck so I ran up the next block to meet up with him and finish what we started. We saw the only undamaged airplane and I ran to it like a kid running up to his parents after his first home run of the base ball season. We slowly stepped into the plain. We saw the only undamaged airplane and I ran to it like a kid running up to his parents after his first home run of the base ball season. We slowly stepped into the plain. Thankfully I knew how to fly a plane my grandpa taught me on my 14th birthday. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We took off and I stayed awake as possible for the 9 hour flight. It was a long flight and a cautious one. Ben was asleep in the passenger side and I was about to talk to him about what I thought and did after he left and where I learned to fly. But he was asleep. Hopefully the rumor about the untouched place in Colorado was true, but deep in my heart I knew that there was going to be nothing to parade about. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">We were making our final descent into Colorado Springs. It was pretty easy to land we did an emergency landing on the highway leading into town. This place was not what I call a paradise it was far better then what was left of New York after the invasion. There was no sign of alien presence. I heard people talking about how there were jets coming in to save us all the word was spreading like wild fire in the town. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">People were jumping off the walls of the idea of being saved. I looked around the walls of the buildings and something read the government experiment in the heart of New York City gone terribly wrong. This caught my eye immediately. Was this true that the whole damn thing in New York a cover up for some kind of government experiment? Was everything about the invasion no true? The dead people the lives lost in the flames of war and destruction were all for some kind of government experiment to test a new breed of animals to help win wars? <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">These signs were posted all over the town pictures of rabid beasts being dropped down on New York by NASA engineers. I knew these weren’t hoaxes. This was the truth. I started to cry the thought of the government killing their own for tests scaring a whole town just for that. That was evil the monsters they created are not the beasts the people that let this thing happen are the real monsters. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">More signs read that the savior was coming and it had a picture of a atomic bomb on the front. Then the world stopped and the truth that’s been lied to my face over the past 3 years hit me like a stone wall they were going to nuke everything. There tests were done got a little out of hand and now they are going to destroy all life because the air that we were breathing had the chemical spread into it no clean air. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I sat down on the curb by my dad and we held hands for the first time in over 14 years and we sat there waiting for the end of all days to come. People were jumping up and down that the all mighty savior was here, there answer, there truth. These people wanted to die they didn’t want to be turned into monsters like the dead and dying people at New York. I lived these last moments, in the moment, of the moment. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">The rush of hot air filled the air as the bomb was dropped onto the town. Then screams rush of flames no skeletons left people getting vaporized left and right leaving nothing behind from all the radiation. Then it was our turn the death hit me quicker than a speeding train I embraced it. I wasn’t scared of death. I thought of all the things that happened over the last few days and those were actually the best days of my life. Death, destruction it was the beginning of the end. The world was over all life wiped out slow creeping death can come up on you in a blink of an eye you just got to be prepared.
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I sat up and walked over to the green hazed window. What I saw shocked me at first but at around the 5th time you see war a human gets used to it, like opening a door. Death, destruction piled heavy on the streets. Mothers lying next to their children, fathers trying to stop the incoming attack but ultimately failing. The thought of death never scared me, never gazed my mind I lived in the moment, of the moment. **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I felt tired but to energetic to sleep. I haven’t left the apartment complex in over 2 weeks and the food supply was getting thin. I survived on Oreo cookies and green polluted water that drained from the faucet. I knew I had to get food and find a better shelter; the roof of my apartment was falling in. It was a dim thought but early in the morning I thought of leaving this hell hole of an apartment and going for a stroll through the park or maybe just taking a walk down to the local deli. My mind was keeping me up well past of my own control. I was now tired, and needed to get sleep for tomorrow was the day I needed to get re-supplied. **

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