The Coyote and The Rattlesnake

Once a Coyote invited a Rattlesnake to have supper at his home. When the Rattlesnake entered the Coyotes house the next morning, he moved slowly and cautiously; all the while shaking his rattle. This frightened the Coyote. Not wanting to express his discomfort, he placed a bowl of rabbit stew in front of the Rattlesnake. “Companion, eat.” However, the Rattlesnake did not eat the stew but stared at it confused. “I will not eat your meat,” the Rattlesnake replied. “I do not understand you food.” “What food do you eat?” asked the Coyote. “I eat yellow flowers of corn,” said the Rattlesnake. Upon learning this the Coyote immediately began searching for this flower. After gathering some of the flowers he brought them back to his house for the Rattlesnake to eat. “Please put the flower on top of my head so I may eat,” the Rattlesnake told the Coyote. Standing from a slight distance the Coyote place the flower pollen on the snakes head. The Coyotes fear was still very much present and began to show. “Come closer and put enough on my head so I can find it,” said the Rattlesnake. The Coyote, despite his fear did as he was told and came closer. After the meal the Rattlesnake, in return, invited the Coyote to supper the next day. All through the rest of the day, the Coyote thought about tomorrow and what would happen. He thought on what the snake might do. By the next day he had a plan. He had made a rattle for himself by tying small gourd filled with small pebbles to his tail. On his way to the snakes house he shook the rattle and was pleased with his work. He thought this way the snake would be afraid of him now. When he arrived at the snakes home he did not enter walking but by slithering as a snake does. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to shake the rattle as the snake could, so instead he held it in his had to shake. This had somehow worked as the snake seemed to be afraid. “Companion, I am afraid of you,” the Rattlesnake said bluntly. For supper, the Rattlesnake had made a stew of rats and placed it before the Coyote; however the Coyote repeated what the snake had said to him. “I can not eat this food. I can not eat it because I do not understand it.” Despite the Rattlesnake insisting he eat the stew, the Coyote refused, saying the same thing the snake had said to him. “If you put some flowers of corn on my head I will eat. I understand that food.” Agreeing to the Coyotes wish, the Rattlesnake pretending to be frightened place the flowers on the coyotes head and backed away. “Come nearer to place it on top my head,” said the Coyote. “I am afraid,” the Rattlesnake responded. “Nonsense, I am not bad,” said the Coyote. The snake then came closer to place the pollen on the Coyotes head. The Coyotes tongue, however wasn’t that of a snakes and was to short. He tried over and over to reach the pollen with his tongue but fail every time. The Coyotes failed attempts to reach the pollen made the snake laugh. He hid  his head in his body trying to hide his laughter. At the end of the meal the Coyote shook his rattle once more. “Oh, companion, I am afraid of you,” the Rattlesnake said trying desperately to hide his laughter. As the Coyote was walking home he realized his mistake. “I was such a fool,” the Coyote said.”Rattlesnake had some much food that I would not take and now I am hungry.”

(This story is a Native American legend)

The Axeman of New Orleans

The Axeman of the New Orleans was a serial killer that claimed the lives of 6 people. The Axeman ran rampant through the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana, Gretna and many other surrounding communities through out a year(1918-1919). The killer got the name “The Axeman” because he always seemed to use an axe or razor in his killing. The murder weapons also weren’t one the killer brought, but they were the victims. A pattern the killer often fallowed was that at night the panel on the victims door would be removed and placed near the door. After that the killer would enter the house and attack the residents. Criminologists at the time had many theories of who the killer was and the motive for killing in such a brutal fashion. It went from the killer being a sexist to a sadist to even being part of the Mafia. The Axemans attacks were so frequent and random, that people started playing jazz music in their homes to avoid a visit from the killer(On the Axemans request). The Axeman had 12 victims but out of all of them only 6 died from their injury’s, while the rest were left injured. Even though 6 people were fortunate to survive, none of them could give a definite description of their attacker. The night of October 27, 1919 was the last reported case of The Axeman killings. The Axeman has remain to this day a mystery as his identity and motives were never found. (Learn More?) (Video by Unsolved)

A Small dark cave

Scotophobia is the fear of darkness or blindness. I don’t like the dark. Darkness is really cold and scary to me. I know its not an unusual fear to have, a lot of people are afraid of the dark, but I am now 18 and can sleep without having a flashlight next to me. This fear has been always present in my life. When I was younger I hated being alone and hated the dark even more. It has now become a running joke to turn the lights off while i’m in a room. No one ever really could understand my fear or were it came from. Pretty sure they would be scared of the dark to it they were where I was too. I didn’t know where I was, just that it was very dark and cold. I started to walk a few feet forward when I stared to hear a hissing sound. Then I heard a growling and then a loud humming. before I knew it, i was completely surrounded by loud sounds and I realized that they were trying to trap me. I quickly decided to dart in the direction were it was still quiet. It was to dark to know were I was heading but I knew it would be away from whatever they were. It wasn’t long before I tripped over something in the dark. I must have fell down some kind of cave tunnel because I hit something hard. The last thing I heard before blacking out was a loud buzzing noise. The kind of sound you hear when something blows up in you ear and leaves your ears buzzing. What a way to go.

Poems

Quiet,
Quiet little one,
There are no songs
Just be gone
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Just listen to their songs
Their lullabies
Their rhymes to past the time.
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Can you hear the chimes?
Can you see the climb?
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Looks to high
Nearly out of sight
Come,
Come little one,
It's time to run,
Time to climb,
And time to fight.
Finally ready to take flight.
Everything's Alright.
"Sweet night little sleeplight"



Quotes from the internet

  • “Being cute is really hard because even when you are angry, people kind of giggle at you and say “Aww- your so cute when you are angry”. Like no, stop. Recognize my power.” – Hosuh from Danplan
  • “Work smart. Get things done. No nonsense. Move fast.” – Susan Wojcicki(CEO of YouTube)
  • “If you don’t give up, you still have a chance. Giving up is the greatest failure.” – Jack Ma(Founder of Alibaba
  • “Many pray for the ability to shut off emotions. All curse the fear endured when they finally come out.” – ? ? ?
  • “Don’t kill yourself, kill the part of you that you don’t like.” – Shane Dawson
  • “10 ways to love someone: Listen, Speak, Give, Pray, Answer, Share, Enjoy, Trust, Forgive, Promise.” – Will Smith
  • “Let yourself be the person you secretly always wanted to be.” – Troye Sivan
  • “Learn your weaknesses and fears. Embrace them. Then nobody will be able to use them”. – Sean William McLaughlin
  • “I’m exactly done, i did enough as I, uh, I’m done now. Thank you.” – Mark Fischback
  • “Don’t be a salad, be the best goddamn broccoli you could ever be!” – Felix Arvid Ulf Kjellberg

Stories #3 (poems)

(Backstory: We found an assignment from when we were in about 3rd or 4th grade. The assignment was we had to write a poem with some kind of theme. We found a rough draft with different poems. We are open to criticism, just remember we were 8.)

Poem #1 (theme: Winter)

The water on the lake shivered as Winter’s breeze came, It stayed so it could play as children do on Summer’s day’s. Icicles formed as is came, Vanished as it went away.

Poem #2 (theme: Unknown)

Tik-Tok sings a broken Clock, Hands locked, roads blocked, Time Stopped. Days lost to the setting sun. . . No fun. Minds fight, try as they might, Darkness accompanies the night. So take flight, loss the endless fight, Say Goodnight.

“You’ll be alright”

Story #2: What monster?

It was one of those extremely sunny days today. So bright that it seemed like the sun wanted to blind you. It had been a while since I had been outside, so it was brighter for me. It was about noon when I left for the nearby village and 30 min’s past when I arrived. I had to pick up a few basic supplies; plus, I kind of needed the sunlight. I guess it took longer than I thought it would because before I knew it the sun was setting. The only thing I forgot was to get a new blanket, but everything was closing up early. Just my luck. I had gotten most of the things I needed already so it wasn’t to big of a problem. Watching all the people walking around at night seemed nice, and they started to disappear the further I walked away. Sometime passed and I finally made it back to my cave in the woods; I was so tired. I had a headache so I tried going to sleep. I missed the old times before I started doing this. It was so boring doing this over and over again. It was so much brighter before. I wasn’t always alone or so weak that just carrying supplies was enough to wipe me out. I remember a time when I would see people running to their homes the second the sun started to disappear. The night would be filled with the sounds of people hurrying to their home, doors locking and curtains being drawn. Then there would be silence. No more sounds of locking doors or people running; just silence. The people were afraid of nightfall and I never could understand why. I knew that there was something big hiding in the wood. Something big, with large teeth and claws. A very big wolf, but this was a nice wolf that has been by my side for so long. We would always play games after dark and practice hunting. It was fun, until they decided that they didn’t wan’t it to look after me anymore. My friend however, wouldn’t give up so easily to them, so they used violence to persuade her. Then everything just blurred together and faded. Lost, but far from forgotten.

(To be continued?)