Be Yourself

Be yourself
Don't act like anyone else

Don't copy others

It causes trouble for yourself
Be yourself

Be yourself
Don't lie about your looks
How should you like this way and that

Your beauty is who you are

Be yourself

Be yourself
Introspect who you choose to be
If you want to change,
Remember that you can't change back
Be yourself

Be yourself
Be true about how you feel
Don't stress yourself out
Be who you are
Be yourself

Be yourself
Don't try to be better than others
Don't try to be down on yourself
Your deeds speak out your beauty
Be yourself

Be youurself
Even if the pressure gets tough,
Hold on fast,
Stand your ground because you know to
Be yourself

Be yourself
Because you matter
Because your feelings matter
Because your looks don't
Be yourself

Think on this for the last time.........................................
BE YOURSELF!!!!!!!   

The King Travel Guide (Genre #2)

Once upon a time in a land far away,
there was a kingdom. Of course, in this kingdom there is a king: King Travel. It may sound weird to you, but that was his name and he was famous for it.  His queen, Queen Loretta, knew the purpose of his name as well. I will tell you his story now........................................

You see ever since the king was a boy he dreamed of travel the world. "I will do it. I promise." he vowed. (As I may warn you, he never broke his promises.) "You promise?" his parents asked. He nodded. At the time his name was Sterling. His parents thought he wouldn't do it, for he would someday rule the kingdom. 


When he was at least 25 years old, he married Queen Loretta, when she was just 15. "Now that I'm married, I can begin to travel." "Who will run the kingdom?" they (his royal subjects) asked. "My wife." he simply stated.  
 He traveled for about 40 years. 
He became known as King Travel.

When he was 65 years old his wife told him, "You are getting old. I think it would be risky if you continued to travel, please try to rule your country. " "Nonsense! I am not old, I mean I don't feel old. Besides, I haven't visited Egypt, or India, Australia, and my other 5 places. I need to keep going. Give me 2 more years!!" he begged. So he had 2 more years. But he broke his legs in climbing the pyrimids in Egypt, so he was sent home. 

"I have not even visited the great wall of China, or how about the great Emproer of Japan, or how about the jungles of South America, or the Statue of Liberty in America?" "Well, you can't travel anymore." the queen told him. 

Now, you know the king was upset, so he told his kingdom to make a decree. This is what it said:

King Travel has made a royal decree. Each man can figure out a way for the King to travel, without leaving his kingdom.
The reward is 500 pounds of gold.  

Every man in the country tried to make crazy inventions to not help the king, but to get the reward.  But nothing worked.  
"Paige! Hurry up boy!" the king called sitting on his throne. "Yes, your majesty?" the young boy asked bowing before him. "Please tell me who is next in line for my decree?" "The farmer's wife." Paige read from the scroll. "Bring her in." King travel commanded. 
A tall young women dressed in fassion clothes, looked too rich to be a poor farmer's wife. "Your majesty, I have this a  magic crystall ball." "What does it do?" "Since, you want to travel, I'll make it happen for you." She sang sofetly, but nothing occured. The king realized she was lying. He commanded for her to drop the ball. She did and it didn't crash. "Was does this prove?" the Paige asked him. 
"It tells me that she said it was magic. Most magic balls  are crystal glass. This was made out of plastic. Plus,  nothing is working. She comes to my court telling me a lie! Wasting my time?! Take her away!"


Another time a proffesor came to see him. "Sire, I have this flying hat I've invented." "Have you tested it?" the king asked. "No, but it can lift you at least 12 feet off the ground!!" The king said he must try it out. He put it on but something terrible happened. He only lifted 4 feet into the air.
It stopped working and he fell and broke his neck. The king summoned him to prison for two days.


King travel was giving up.  Nothing was working. He was sad.  The last person who came was a small child. A little girl came and said, " I have a greater gift so you can travel." She held up a book. It said: All aboutThe Great Wall of China!  "A book?" "Yes, when you read it's like you are really there. Take a look, sir." He obeyed and said, "Hey you're right! It looks as if I am really there! You receive 500 pounds of gold!" 


And so now you know the story of King Travel. The moral of this is that books can take you wherever you
want to go. When you read it does look as is you are really there.

THE END!!!!

Writing Genre #1 (Project for Published Writing)

Writing

by Christina Williams

For a long time I have been thinking about writing. For me personally, I love to write. Writing is very important to people because it is another way to educate peoples’ minds. These are  frequently asked questions about writing that I want to explain.                
     Why is writing so important?
Lots of times people have often asked this question. I think writing is very cool. Some ideas just “pop” into a writer’s mind. The writer can’t do other things because these are constantly bothering him/her. The only thing that will make it go away is to write it all down. At first, it may not make much sense. But, with some work of revising it, writing can be a piece of art!!  

What should I write about?
You can write about anything you choose to. Ideas don’t magically “pop” into your head so quickly. What I meant was, writers get inspirations for their writing. (Or where their writing comes from.) Some just think deeply about their ideas slowly. Some, like I said need more information about their topics so they just might finish their writing more than a month!! But, I’ll give you a tip: Before they write they always brainstorm. Your teachers might say, “Always brainstorm first before you write!” You might groan. But really, brainstorm can help you to get your thoughts down on paper.

But writing is so boring! Why write? Why do writers choose to write, than do any other hobby?

I guess you could say it’s their talent to write. But I won’t force you to write. But I’ll tell you why I write for an 8th grader. I admit when I was little I loved to write stories. Writing was part of my inspiration to be creative and imagitive. Writing gives you the motivation to learn knew things. When a writer discovers something he writes it all down. Just like Thomas Edison, when he created the first light bulb. Something new was created and he wrote it down and that became history. When people read something, it’s not all that boring. Discoveries are all part of history, which are all part of writing.  

What do you like about writing? Why does it interest you?  What was your inspiration to write?

My inspiration to write is reading books. I like books that are historical fiction. Some have  adventures in them. So, here’s my point. Whenever I read a book, I think, “Wow, I want to write a story kind of like that,” or “I want to write a poem.”
Sometimes I get my inspirations from the news. I just want to write a book on my opinion. Other times, I write in my journal.   

So, here’s my question: What do you believe in writing? What can you do to improve your writing?
If you’re still clueless or lost here are some quotes to help about writing.

I like to write, I don’t know about you, but writing is your own choice. You can make it for yourself. But, it is a good choice to make, because writing is awesome!!  

THE END

My Favorite Moment in my Life

 I have never had a brother or sister  before. I was about 5 years old when my brother and sister were  born.  This is my story how I got my twin brother and sister, I remember like it was yesterday............................................

I was in my little bed. It was so soft and comfortable. Every time, I sat on it or looked at the comforter, I always had a flashback of all my memories. (It was a Whinnie-The-Pooh bed). At the  time, I was really lonesome. Of course there were other kids in my neighborhood. In fact these were the kids I really knew the most. I had no pets, either. I had my toys and books and my bed. Since I was homeschooled, I didn't see my friends often.I was homeschooled beacuse my parents felt that they should teach me, instead of teachers teaching me. I could also learn things that  the teachers couldn't teach me. They were in public schools, which means they rode buses. Sometimes they were at a friend's house or just couldn't play.  

One night, my parents, seeing that I was really lonesome, asked me if I wanted a brother or sister. Now for a little girl like me, I realized that they asked no one else but me. This was pretty special. I had never had either on of them so I couldn't choose. So I simply said, "Both." Now, in my head I was thinking, "Instead of one, two means twice the fun!" The look of shock was on their faces. They told me, "No, you can only have one."  But I got the better of them. I insisted that I have both. So they left, and I didn't realize how difficult it would be.

The next day, I was in my room. My room was my favorite place to be. It was quiet and gentle as a forest. The walls were painted that way,too. There were trees and birds. A birdhouse and a rabbit. My favorite was the colorful kite that was painted beside my bed. It was a beautiful room. Months passed and I thought was never going to the hospital. But finally, she did. 


Often, I stayed at my nana's house or my grandfather's house. Waiting seemed like a million years and I was getting impatient. My dad stayed with my mom at the hospital. Once, I visited my mom and she looked tired,too. Nana took me to her house and the scent of fresh cookies greeted us at the door. I worried that my wish wouldn't come true.  Then, one afternoon the phone rang. My nana picked it up and her lit up like a lamp, with joy. She told me,"You have a new little sister and brother. Caroline and Joshua Williams."  You can imagine how excited I was. 
We visited them in the hospital the next day. Everyone came to see them. My grandfather was very happy, because he got to hold them for the first time. They were small, to me. Of course they had to stay in the hospital. But sure enough, the hospital released them, and they could come home to us.  


This was my favorite moment of my life. I have other favorites, too. But this story is my 1st. 


  

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