Blog post assingnment

well my favorite post I created was :
1)http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/awsome-story-i-made-about-war-b.html

2)http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/drummer-and-pains.html

3)http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/sighs-2011.html

My best post I created was http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/awsome-story-i-made-about-war-b.html mainly because of all of my sentences that makes you want to keep reading it and it feels like you are the person who is in the book , it is in my words , mindmelding .

At first when I wrote my stories of my life , it kind of lost peoples interest but when I came out with my newest post called : awsome story I made about war . My teacher even enjoyed reading it and he even told me that lots of people like my story , so I descided to finish the book , with at least 200-300 pages .

Like I said before the awsome new story I made about war had got alot of attention , but my inspiration is mainly the hunger games , and Call Of Duty video games , so as I grew more interest on those two activities they made me collide them together into somthing new and extrordinary .

awsome story i made about war ! B) (fiction)

Mission 1 : the war begins

California
March 30, 2030

As I watched the sky turn dark I only had one thing left in my mind , war . I knew it was coming , but I was not sure what , or when . I was not so sure if I am , or was , ready . All I knew was I had to be prepared .

    It has only been 3 months of training , but is that enough ? I mean , I knew how to hold a gun and shoot . But that's all I knew besides throw a grenade or a knife , but the one thing I learned to achieve most at is reloading the ammunition.

I was walking around training camp on a lunch break waiting for target practice to start again . Training camp was a huge military island covered by trees and lakes . As I began to walk back to check what time it was , a soldier suddenly shouted “Hostiles have landed on the island !”

Suddenly the ground under my feet . Could it have been a mine , or

a grenade ? Then as I lifted myself up , I heard a “POP” ! As I raised my head up, I saw a wall of smoke in front of me . Then a missile exploded in front of me about ten yards away . I took a few steps back until a soldier shouts in a panicking voice “Head back to base!”
    I grabbed my AK-47 and a bag of supplies . I rushed past trees and fallen soldiers who had been blown up by missiles or shot to death . Along the way , I could here the shrieks of soldiers who have been severely wounded and the explosions knocking over trees behind me.
    I was knocked over by a missile behind me about five to ten feet away. I could feel the rush of blood pouring like weights on my face and hands , but I had to keep moving . So I picked up my AK-47 and supplies , and bolted towards the door of the secret base , that was not much of a secret anymore .
    There were guards in front of the door to keep enemy hostiles from entering the secret base . I rushed past the guards and into the doorway and threw a grenade at the enemy hostiles which only a few were eliminated . As I ran through the hallway, I heard hostiles screaming in pain for parts of their bodies were missing or as trees fell upon them while they burned to death .
    The base, A.K.A. the emergency back-up base, had steel walls so the bullets could repel off of it , and the building was about the size of the Pentagon and was about ten feet tall . The buildings consists of three rooms: Section A was for target practice , which was once daily , Section C is the armory containing ammunition , supplies , and weapons , and Section B , my destination , is where we settled until back-up arrives , which is nearly thirty miles away .
    As I ran down the hallway ,  trying to reach my destination , the doors of the base behind me collapsed . Hostile soldiers shot at me , and what seemed like every step I took , the bullets zipped past me and made a “clink” on the wall . Thanks to security guards, there was a sentry gun that was automated to eliminate entering hostiles . Unfortunately , the automatic door was about to slide down to a close right in front of me .
    Just as the door was about five feet off the ground , I could feel the sweat drizzle down my face like raindrops and heard myself silently pray “Please God , don’t let me be too late!” So now the door was three feet off the ground . I ran like a bolt of lightning , dropped to the floor , and slid on the cold steel under the door, so close that my fingers barely made it by an inch as the door dropped to the ground .
    Now came my last objective , survive . About fifty to sixty soldiers on the other side of the room pointed machine guns , barricading the door I came from To eliminate the hostiles . Behind them was a door that was an exit to the back , where the aircraft landing sight was . We evacuated through there in case of emergencies like these .
    “The air support will be here any minute , so take out any hostiles when the door has been breached !” shouted the commander . “No survivors! Kill them all !” Suddenly , there was a repeated “clink” of gunfire repelling off of the door . But after what seemed to be ten seconds , all became silent . After the room became quiet , a soldier walked to the door and rested his ear upon it to listen , and herd a faint sound .
“Beep...Beep...Beep” . With a panicking voice , the soldier yelled “Turn back !”
    He rushed towards the other side of the room but was too late . The burst open with a loud “BOOM!” and sent the soldier flying across the room . What seemed like thousands of bullets shooting like lightning at us scattered around the room from the hostiles . A soldier shouted “Deploying gas!” and threw a can of gas at the hostiles , and the can exploded in a mist of poisonous gas . I could hear the enemy screech in pain as the poisonous gas vaporized in their lungs . Soon enough , the commander shouted “The transports are ready! Open the back door and get to the transports!”

All soldiers , including me , grabbed their weapons and headed towards the back door . As I ran to the door , I could see the soldier who flew from the explosion from the front door covered in deep red blood , and metal shards dug into his flesh .

We reached outside about thirty feet from the landing site . We ran through the bullets zipping behind us . Trees toppled from explosions and hostile air support attacked us from all sides . I turned around to try to get in a few shots with my AK-47 . So I equipped my weapon with a 3x optical scope and rapidly shot , wounding and killing ten enemies . With every shot I took , blobs of blood erupted from the hostiles’ bodies . When I ran out of ammo , I sprinted towards the helicopter , thinking “Almost there.”

The helicopter was hovering over a cliff of the island , withstanding bullets shooting at it . The commander was already onboard along with five soldiers . They shouted at me “Hurry , or you will be left behind!” As I ran to the helicopter , I noticed in fear hostile air support launching missiles at me . I rushed as if a tornado was chasing me , and I could only do one thing : jump .

As soon as I hit the edge of the island , I stretched out my legs and jumped with one hand held out in front of me to catch the grip of the helicopter door . Unfortunately , an explosion erupted behind me and forced me forwards , pushing me above the water . It was a fifty foot drop to the water . As I fell into the water , I didn’t think I would make it alive . But somehow I managed to survive . However , the commander wasn’t as lucky . The aircraft was torn apart , chunks of its metal missing . As the aircraft plunged into the water , I noticed soldiers soldiers trying to struggle out of their seats .

I swam to them , grabbed my pocket knife , and sliced off the safety belts . Struggling to keep my breath , I looked around for the commander , but what I saw was not what I hoped to see . His legs were blown into shreds , his guts were hanging from his legs . He never would’ve made it out , and I was starting to lose my breath .

    I began to swim as fast as I my muscles could breath , but I was too late . My skin grew cold , my body felt weak ,and I started to sink. Blinding darkness filled my eyes . The last voices I remember was a soldier calling for help , and another saying “He’s gonna be okay.”

    Luckily , I survived .

The soldiers and I were stuck on a spit of land for three weeks . Supplies were growing short , we found very little that we could drink , and food became a serious problem . We each had one meal a day and no drinks at night . Fortunately , one of the soldiers found a back-up machine for us to contact the military . They sent an air transport to rescue us . However , they sent us straight to our next mission in Washington , D.C. The mission was to guard the president from enemy spies or terrorists entering the White House , planning to capture him .

[sighs] 2011

             Well here we are , 2012 and it seems like every one is enjoying it . Well , some are , but my 2012 is kind of rough . Well when the year started it really was not that bad , at least until I heard some terrible news coming to January 5th . I heard my grandfather had lung cancer and had to live with me for a few months or a year .

At first it really was not a big deal for him to come but after all the waiting and tests and stress , it has gotten a lot harder than it was before . but we really had no choice  . He was alone , because of the other cancer my grandmother suffered from so he needed to stay with someone .

Usually we do have a good time with everyone but , some days are not so sunny . sometimes their is tears , pain , and mostly stress , and sometimes everyone is being really cranky , and get sick , but as I know as much as my parents tell me we all have to work together and get through this mess .

Some times my grandfather breaks down and it gets harder for him to breath , and now he has to use a machine to keep some air left in him .  Now , its not as bad as my grandmas cancer when all she could do was stay in bed all day .

But at least my grandfather can walk and go any where he wants , he just needs someone with him . And sometimes he will complain he is not a fighter and will never make it and he cant take the pain , but he knows none of my family will let him go , and we will help him through this .

over the past few days days he has gotten better news about his health and not doing another test to get it over with , but however he still misses his home and his girlfriend . The doctors even said he might be with us for a long time but , really that sucks don’t you think ? especially seeing as his girlfriend is waiting for him to return but may not come he home . If that happend to me I would probably want to cry for a month or so .

but I promised him he will go home and I wont let him stay away from home forever or his girl friend

he deserves better and will end up like its suppose to be , he will end up going home .

a kid with one talent...

Well it all started when I was ten years old , listen to music , and sing when ever the radio turned , don .

As a few months past I started watching concerts on t.v of bands like , Linkin Park , Breaking Benjamin , and Evanescence . Soon enough I began enjoying music so much I asked my parents to buy me a drum set for Christmas , they agreed and bought me one .

My name is N8 people call me that just cause I like it , My skill is the drums , and sort of the acoustic guitar ,  things I could not live with out , friends family and rock music or metal .

OK , so people wonder , why do you want to play the drums ? what inspired you ? To tell u the truth , this my inspiration . Just think for a moment what could be better than being in front of millions of people playing your own music , and being on magazine or CD case.

Its not money that’s my interest , its fame , performing , showing off your skills , and showing people who u really are , not what others think .
    Over the 3 years I have been drumming I have gone through a lot of sacrifices and pain . most of my pain I had was moving my drums around the house because my neighbors next door to my house say that , my drumming is driving them “batty” . Do you take that as a compliment ? Is that not rude ? Would that make you mad ? I’ll tell you , I was furious as well as my parents were . As for sacrifices well , I had to keep buying money for sound proof . Now some say that its easy trying to put replaced walls on your house , OK what if you are trying to sell it ? Not easy , lot of stress and hard to not make a single mess up . Although I still play drums even though the neighbors complain , I never let that slip away , enough to not have me play the drums anymore .
You know the best part of getting cool stuff for your drums ? shopping ! Well sort of . But I will say this , drum supplies are not cheap . anything u want under ten dollars will only get you drum sticks , cymbal spray ,  or drum clips and hardware about the size of your thumb.
Although it is really expensive well , its usually really awesome equipment like , cymbals , toms (cylinders around the drums) , or even cowbells wood blocks or tambourines , because with music sound is everything.
One of my other things I like about the drums is playing music from other bands or making your own music , especially drum solos . The music I mostly play is Breaking Benjamin , mostly because I like the band and love the way the drummer of that band uses different techniques around the drum set .

So here comes the real question , how did I learn to play drums and learn the techniques ? My training is one , i play any music by ear because i can usually hear what is  being hit because I am use to the sound and know how it sounds . two because I play different sort of music so I can try out different accents , three i make different accents on my own or random drum beats .

Out of all the years of playing drums it has never been a regret and  I wish to be on stage in the future playing in a band as a drummer .