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Wow! What a spectacle! The monster truck Bigfoot 5 had just come to Miami, Florida. As the driver talked to reporters and was interviewed, a gust of wind nearly blew him off his feet. Suddenly,…Pop! The wind had blown the screws off one of the tires! Soon it was rolling down the road, gaining so much speed that it could be mistaken for an airplane landing. The driver was speechless and could only gape as he watched the jet black tire tumbling away.
The tire began to plan its path of destruction right away. It crushed any houses in its path and flattened the wheat in a farmer’s field, spraying tiny pellets of rubber wherever it went. The tire sped past supermarkets, bounced over bygone barns, and plowed through plants, still moving at a terrific pace. As it rushed by an adolescent boy, the sudden gust of wind knocked him off his feet and his books went flying down the street. The hapless boy chased after them, running like a cheetah, constantly being pelted with bits of rubber. As the tire raced through the many streets, avenues, and boulevards of Miami, people gasped and cowered behind their houses and cars. One of them even hid in a bush. Everybody was panicking and yelling.
The tire sped forward and now it was headed for,Oh no! It was headed for the fireworks factory! After one last bounce
“ Boom, boom, boom,” the basketball echoed as Steve dribbled the ball up the court. It echoed all throughout the Prudential Center in Newark. Steve instantaneously dribbled through three opponents on the Purdue team. Steve played on the Seton Hall Pirates, and his team was losing by only one point with ten seconds left on the clock. Steve dribbled up to the basket and leaped into the air. He forcefully slammed the ball through the net just before the clock buzzed. Steve’s team had defeated the Purdue team. Everyone at the Prudential Center celebrated!
Suddenly, everyone stared at the basketball lying on the court as it rapidly enlarged! Steve had dunked the ball so hard it started to grow bigger. The crowd screamed and started to flee. The ball was soon the size of an office building! It quickly started to roll. It was so huge it crushed half of the building and started to elapse all through Newark.
People were really horrified about the giant rolling basketball. It crashed into many buildings including the whole Newark mall! The only way to get the ball to shrink back to normal size was that Steve had to dunk the ball so hard to make it shrink.
Every citizen in Newark began to build a giant basketball hoop so Steve could dunk it. They completed the hoop and the ball revolved straight towards it. “Steve, you have to dunk it, now or never!” yelled a citizen of Newark. Steve darted toward the ball. He lifted it up so easily because when it was rolling through the town, all of the air had leaked out. Therefore, it wasn't heavy. Steve ran with the ball in his sweaty palms and leaped in the air. He forcefully slammed it through the net of the giant hoop. As a result, it started shrinking rapidly by the second.
Eventually, the bright orange basketball shrunk to normal size. Everyone stared at Steve for a moment and then they all cheered for Steve. He had won against Purdue and saved the whole town of Newark!Matthew W
The Devastating Sausage
Smash! Crash! Ka-Boom!!! The gigantic sausage rolled right over Lurker Park, picking up every object in it's path. Kids were stuck to the sausage's sticky, meaty, residue that it left by as it strolled around the playground. Unlike a cupcake, or a peach, this huge sausage was instantaneously destroying it's pathway. The sausage gained more speed, and power, so the residents of our town were terrified, and didn't know what to.
We all screamed, and frantically sprinted around in circles, as the sausage was right on our tails. This was not your ordinary sausage. It was miles long, stretching as it rolled. Eventually this sausage started to pick up cars, trucks, and even homes. People were terrified, yet some tried to stop this huge beast. Sadly, those who tried had failed, and ended up inside the scary sausage. This was the worst tragedy our town ever had to face.
The sausage growled as it searched for move victims to kill, and more paths to demolish. It ended up picking up so much speed, that it attacked within the blink of an eye. After all of the destruction this sausage had done, it continued to roll towards Florham Park... but stopped! It just stopped. We don't know why, but it suddenly stopped. This odd incident still remains a mystery.
We were all devastated. After all the damage the sausage had done, it didn't look much like a sausage anymore. It ended up looking more like a dump or a landfill. Houses, roofs, shingles, deli meat, ice cream, and money were all over the sausage, inside, and out. Our town was a mess and we knew it would take years to rebuild everything. Then, out of nowhere, the sausage flew into the air! It took a deep breath, and...
Ptoo!!! It spat out everything it swallowed, and correctly put all of the materials into the right fashion it started in, as if nothing had ever happened. If you don't believe this tale, then you can ask all of our towns residents. They'll tell you the story. I will never forget the day this amazing incident had happened.
Ethan Grade 6
The Weed That Tumbled
It was a hot day in the town of Barren. Of course, that was completely normal. The town was located next to the Skorchinn Desert, the hottest desert in the world. But that’s not important right now. Anyway, it was an ordinary day. People were going to their usual jobs (digging, sweeping, and more digging), and everyone was in a good mood. Except for Professor Madd.
“Come ON, Igor,” the scientist complained. “IT doesn’t take a whole day to pour a vat of liquid plutonium into a hundred sippy cups!”
“Actually, master,” Igor said exhaustedly, “it does. If we’d just followed my idea and bought a crane…”
“Quiet, Igor,” Madd snapped. “The formula is complete!” He carefully poured the contents of one cup into a flask about the width of a pen.
“Wait,” Igor realized, “if we only needed an eyedropper’s worth, then why…”
“QUIET!” the professor shouted. He emptied the flask into a larger beaker, and then inserted the beaker in a water gun. “At last! My growth formula is finished!” A tumbleweed rolled by. “Quick, Igor! Squirt this at that hideous mass of dust and weeds!” Igor promptly obeyed. He ran and squeezed the trigger. But, of course, the cheaply made plastic child’s toy did not prevail. Instead of shooting, it exploded in Igor’s hands and completely doused the tumbleweed. It stopped rotating, and, very slowly, it began to grow. Igor ran away in terror, but Professor Madd was too busy practicing his evil laugh to notice. The tumbleweed started to roll, very slowly at first, but eventually picked up speed. It careened toward the town of Barren. “HAHAHA…” SQUASH! The ball of dust flattened the mad scientist and struck a water tower, which came crashing down. A trickle of water dripped out.
“Oh, no!” the townsfolk of Barren cried, noticing the tumbleweed only now. “That was all our water supply!” The dust ball continued to wreak havoc, crushing both houses and people as it bounced along. The civilians desperately tried to prevent the weed from destroying the rest of the town by building a wall out of shovels and brooms, but to no avail. The tumbleweed just kept on rolling, straight through the barrier. Spades and brushes flew everywhere. Igor, who happened to be hiding behind the wall, was scared to death. A shovel hit him in the noggin, and instantly he got up and screamed. He ran right in front of the tumbleweed, still shrieking like a little girl. He ran to the edge of town, with the giant mass of dirt bouncing along behind him. When he finally reached the end, he quickly turned the corner. But as he did, a droplet of the mixture that did not have time to settle flew off his shirt. The laws of motion state that a moving object will continue moving in the direction in which it is traveling unless another force acts upon it. And that’s exactly what happened. The droplet kept on flying until it landed on a rather large saguaro cactus. The cactus, being five times the size of a normal tumbleweed, needed only that drop to match the massiveness of the great brown dust ball. The tumbleweed smashed into the cactus, shattering into a thousand tiny particles. They blew away in the wind, each becoming a regular-sized tumbleweed. The people of Barren were relieved, and Igor was honored as a hero.
Twelve years later, the saguaro was still standing. Now twice the size it used to be, it began to sway gently in the breeze. Then, slowly but surely, it began to fall…
Ronan Grade 6