Paintball Story

My name is Ball, Paint Ball (circled in red). I am a special self reconstructing plastic paintball. My purpose is to reduce the amount of paint balls needed by players. My favourite part of my job is I get to hurt lots of people, and I mean lots. The fun that comes with my profession is nothing in compare to the attention I get from my co-workers. The animosity that I bring about is too good and it always makes me amped for the next shot. The cold metal of the guns barrel is refreshing on a long day. Then the thrill of being fired like a bullet before I touch skin is AMAZING! I also get to see the world whizz past my face before I make contact. The smell of paint is riveting and the sound of CO2 pushing me forth is exasperating. He taste of human skin is gross, which is the one downside to this great job. It is really salty and dry. The only thought in my head before I land a hit is, Am I ever gonna hurt this kid. Once we tried making a paintball and dirt bike combo where you ride around shooting each other. One other time we had a huge war with like two hundred people and one side was playing the part of an army core with armor, where the other had a more militia style to them with little to no padding. Of course their were more unarmoured players but they still lost a lot more men. I also met a good friend on one of our crazy games named KTM Sx 125 he is a dirt bike, and a smart one for their kind. The thrills definitely out weigh the down sides of this job.

School Ending Voice

Finally, it's over! it's so wonderful not a book within a eyes glance and am I ever happy. School is always so lame. It is torture incarnate and now it has come to its end. This Summer I am going to traverse the beach waters and game it up like never before. I am beaming with joy that I get to play games all day and night. How glorious it will be. Then I will have friends over for days on end. I will beat Red Dead Redemption (Video Game) and play with my friends online all the time. This will be the Greatest Summer Ever!





This will be the absolute worst summer ever. First we have to visit my relatives in Quesnel. It is always lame because we never do anything fun. Then we come back with chores like lawnmowing, weedwhacking and getting rid of hidden "land mines" thanks to my dog. I think it is uderly terrible. It is also too hot to be outside and you get sun burns at the beach even if you have sun block. The weeks that you spend mending those are so boring. Plus it is only two months I want it to be longer. This will be the worst summer ever.

Uninvited Guests

David was finally home from the Mental Institute. It had been a long seven months without any contact with friends and he was grateful that he got released. He was told there would be a bombing by Germans, so he went looking for some candles. Since the bombers would be there tonight, the lights would be out in town. Stomping, he reached the bottom of the stairs. He went down there because his candles were downstairs.

After He was downstairs, he got the candles and decided to take up the radio. He look around for the radio, he grabbed it after locating the radio then he noticed a new, very small door. Then he saw the knob turn. Panicked, David bolted for the stairs and dropped the radio. His heart was pounding. He was sure he had seen the doorknob turn. he tried to calm down, but couldn't. He went to count his candles then realized he had no radio.

David was panicking like a psycho again. He told himself it was okay and went back for his radio. When he was back downstairs the small door was gone, but something was amiss. He turned to see a short humanoid. It had a crazy look in its eye and a torch in hand. It merely bore its teeth and lit the house ablaze. Then the dwarfish being bounded at him and clawed him, especially his arm. The house burned down. David was not found and thus assumed killed by the flaming debris from his roof.

This was my interpretation of the picture from the book Uninvited Guests.