Death of an Old Man - CF

A nice old man was murdered in his home by a deranged man. We arrived at the home greeted by a man who had claimed the old man was out in the country. We had learned from witnesses this was not the case as the man had no relatives and was unable to travel.

The murderer started to become agitated upon investigation and finally confessed to the murder and dismemberment of the victim.

The victim was blind in one eye and a great member of the community. He was well loved by all and a great man.

The madman has been arrested and will never have a chance to harm anyone again. Please make sure all doors and windows are locked so this doesn't happen to you. Always report suspicious activities and never open your door to anyone.

popos

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THE BEATING HART

I go to the house and I knock on the door, and a guy opens the door, and he says "come in", so we come in and sit down. The guy is jumping up and down on the floor and where like what's going on with him? So we ask, he nervously said "nothing"so we said" move out of the way"!  He then said "NO"! We picked him up and moved him. We picked up the floor board and there was a body so we arrested him and he died in the jail.




    Story By: Ross Lynch

The Feelings of Margot By: JJ

They push in the closet
They don't believe me
I have seen the sun
The   beauty of the sun
The heat of the sun
Why push me in a closet
When the sun came you did not get me
Seven more years
Seven more cold Nights
Till I see the beauty of the sun again

Margot's Feelings by Aaron Hercules

My face was red as blood
Because I was so mad.
I surely miss the sun;
Without it I am sad!

- Aaron Hercules

A Small Heap of Sunlight By S. R. Neptune

Why, oh why is the sun so scarce

Why is there barely any

Why is there so little to share

When it looks so full and plenty

The Rain of Venus -Grace Blackgaard

I remember, though vaugley
The bright golden- yellow, blinded me.
Such brightness,
Such heat,
Such beauty.
Seven years of rain,
Seven years of cold,
Seven years of waiting.
Seven years until it comes again.
They fforgot me,
The darkness  of the closet consumed me,
While they were playing in the sunlight.
Seven more years of waiting and wondering,
"When will it be?

Seven years until the sun shines on Venus