People think there is just 12 Greek Olympian gods but it is more to it, there was one more god. A god that saved the other gods from destruction. This time this god isn’t Zeus, this god is no longer seen no one knows where he is but legend tells he will always be by your side if you need help.This is the story about him...
A horrible storm was coming on a cold and breezy greece day and a young boy was about to be born from two poor adults named Veta(the woman) and Anix(the man) living on the streets eating whatever food they can find from the ground to the scraps of the king of the mysterious land. Veta was panicking and was having trouble breathing , Anix told her “it will be alright” .
He prayed that the Gods would help them. People were running around like hopeless baby chickens trying to find their mother. At that point the storm was getting closer and it seemed liked as it was getting closer that it was getting worse, Veta was screaming and Anix tried to calm her down but it was no hope, then all of a sudden her stomach started to glow it was a bright golden glow. A man came out of nowhere and told them “to come in his house and they will be safe!”.
Quickly they went inside. Anix had to pick up her because she couldn’t walk. They carefully tended her and her glowing stomach then, her stomach started to bubble the men said something special is in their, Anix cursed at the men and said “who are you and what have you done to my baby”!
Then he tried to tackle the men and tried to punch him in the gut but it was no use the man had suddenly disappeared, Anix was startled and Veta was screaming as her stomach suddenly blew up and out came a baby. This baby was floating in the air glowing like the sun and Anix could barely see because it was too bright. The baby gently fell down on Anix’s lap like a leaf falling to the ground from a tree. The baby was shining and suddenly the storm started to go down people started coming out from their houses and surrounded the baby, Veta was asleep, and Anix busted out crying for joy and everybody started to clap and Anix knew that his son was something special. Then something was coming from the sky, more than one thing in a split second 12 stature ‘s of something powerful were on the ground. It was hard to see them because dirt had exploded everywhere . Venix knew exactly who it was the, Olympian gods. The one in the middle was Zeus the almighty god of all of them. To the right of him was Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, and Dionysus. To the left of him was Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Hermes. Then Zeus said to Anix “give me the baby and I’ll take care of him for you and his great powers he has”.
Anix quickly said “no!”
Zeus quickly took the baby from in a flash. All of a sudden the baby landed right back in Anix’s hands. Zeus began to become furious and lightning bolts flashed in the sky, in less in a second the gods were gone.
The next day, Anix couldn’t decide what to name the baby and Veta was sleep so he didn’t have any help. so he went to John’s house(a old wise man living in the mountains) to see if he could get any suggestions. It took him to walk about and hour to get there with the baby in his hands. The old man’s house was raggedy-looking, the color on it had faded away so you really cant tell what color it was before. The man was sitting there like he always does and Anix said “John, I need your help naming the baby and John said “I can not help you with a babies name you already know”.Anix was clueless he didn’t know what he was talking about but he just thought it was good.
When he got back home Veta was awoke and well she was so happy that she had a son. Anix said “what do you think we should name the baby?” Without a second to think she blurted out Venix!”
She said “its their two names mixed together.”
That’s how Venix was born. He went to save the Olympian gods from getting defeated by Cronus their father eventually they would let Venix in Mount Olympus with his own chair …
THE KING!!!!!!!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Why the Ivey's?
This story is about a 13 year-old teen named Ray Ivey who is struggling living in the ghetto where he has to deal with love, hate, and most of all … pressure.
SIT BACK AND READ!
My life is horrible, I hate it! I wish I could run away but if I do, I’ll just be making it worse. Where would I go? How will I get food or money really? Besides, I’m only 13, and where I come from
getting money isn’t an easy task! Anyway what I’m trying to say is in Harlem, New York there is no way that I can get through all of the obstacles!
On a cold, breezy, Harlem night me and my brother James Ivey was going to a Corner Store to get some food items for my mom. At that time I was only 8 I looked up to my brother all the time, as sorta like my dad since my dad had died a couple of weeks before I was born., so I guess you can say it was a brotherly bond. We went in the store to get the items my mom needed like a jug of milk, some eggs, bread and all that good stuff! The owner was a friendly old man named Chung foo, I know what your are thinking that he’s an old asian man but he’s actually a 80 year-old black dude. So we said our goodbye’s and went home but on the way we noticed that some gangsters were following us. I figured they were crips because they were wearing blue and white. So me and my brother instead of going right on lincoln avenue we went left I said to my brother “were only 3 blocks away from our house!” in a loud but whispery voice. He said “If we cut this way near the police department they won’t do anything but if we went to the right they would had probably did something to us. Knowing my brother it probably was the right choice. We sat near the police department and waited for them to turn and they didn’t so we got suspicious, I told my brother “I was scared” and he said “it will be alright “. We waited about 30 minutes and I told my brother “we should leave before Mom goes bonanza.” As time passed by we creeped down and peeped through the corner to see if anybody was there but it was pitched black and that really creeped me out and I was starting to think more at the time . I asked my brother “are you in a gang” and he said “of course not!” But I knew he was lying because his voice was getting squeaky and he lies when that happens. He said “ we are going to through the back of our house but be very quiet. So we tip-toed to the back of our house, my heart was thumping so loud I could was sworn I was hearing but maybe I am hallucinating and my legs were shaking but as long as I am with my brother I will be safe I just cant get it through my head. By the time we made to our house it was about 9:30 I assume we slowly opened the door trying not to let my mother here us but the creeking sound in the door was making me nervous. We went in and quietly went upstairs when we heard a loud scream come from downstairs, then all of a sudden my brother was running downstairs and he yelled “put her down!” Then I ran downstairs and I saw to Crips choking my mom and all of a sudden I busted out in tears. My brother ran towards them and tackled both of them down punched one of them in the face and upper-cutted the other one and just the matter of seconds both of them were on the floor knocked out cold. My mom was on the floor and she was breathing hard so James called one of his homies named Jason a.k.a Slick daddy.
By the time we got to the hospital she was barely breathing, I told her “hang in there mom, your’e going to be alright” not even knowing what I was saying it just sounded good. We sat in the waiting room for an hour and boy I was nervous so nervous I had a hard time breathing. The dostor came out of the room and looked sad and I knew that wasn’t a good sign she said “do you know if your mom has been smoking cigarettes?” James said “yes she used to about five years ago and then she stopped”. My eyes just started tearing up, I didn’t even remember that mom smoked I shouted “when did mom started smoking!” He didn’t say anything and all of sudden I just ran out of the hospital not even thinking.
Here I am now living by myself, in the streets and I don’t have no food and my clothes are trashed up and I’m sitting here wondering why God had to do it to the Ivey’s?
SIT BACK AND READ!
My life is horrible, I hate it! I wish I could run away but if I do, I’ll just be making it worse. Where would I go? How will I get food or money really? Besides, I’m only 13, and where I come from
getting money isn’t an easy task! Anyway what I’m trying to say is in Harlem, New York there is no way that I can get through all of the obstacles!
On a cold, breezy, Harlem night me and my brother James Ivey was going to a Corner Store to get some food items for my mom. At that time I was only 8 I looked up to my brother all the time, as sorta like my dad since my dad had died a couple of weeks before I was born., so I guess you can say it was a brotherly bond. We went in the store to get the items my mom needed like a jug of milk, some eggs, bread and all that good stuff! The owner was a friendly old man named Chung foo, I know what your are thinking that he’s an old asian man but he’s actually a 80 year-old black dude. So we said our goodbye’s and went home but on the way we noticed that some gangsters were following us. I figured they were crips because they were wearing blue and white. So me and my brother instead of going right on lincoln avenue we went left I said to my brother “were only 3 blocks away from our house!” in a loud but whispery voice. He said “If we cut this way near the police department they won’t do anything but if we went to the right they would had probably did something to us. Knowing my brother it probably was the right choice. We sat near the police department and waited for them to turn and they didn’t so we got suspicious, I told my brother “I was scared” and he said “it will be alright “. We waited about 30 minutes and I told my brother “we should leave before Mom goes bonanza.” As time passed by we creeped down and peeped through the corner to see if anybody was there but it was pitched black and that really creeped me out and I was starting to think more at the time . I asked my brother “are you in a gang” and he said “of course not!” But I knew he was lying because his voice was getting squeaky and he lies when that happens. He said “ we are going to through the back of our house but be very quiet. So we tip-toed to the back of our house, my heart was thumping so loud I could was sworn I was hearing but maybe I am hallucinating and my legs were shaking but as long as I am with my brother I will be safe I just cant get it through my head. By the time we made to our house it was about 9:30 I assume we slowly opened the door trying not to let my mother here us but the creeking sound in the door was making me nervous. We went in and quietly went upstairs when we heard a loud scream come from downstairs, then all of a sudden my brother was running downstairs and he yelled “put her down!” Then I ran downstairs and I saw to Crips choking my mom and all of a sudden I busted out in tears. My brother ran towards them and tackled both of them down punched one of them in the face and upper-cutted the other one and just the matter of seconds both of them were on the floor knocked out cold. My mom was on the floor and she was breathing hard so James called one of his homies named Jason a.k.a Slick daddy.
By the time we got to the hospital she was barely breathing, I told her “hang in there mom, your’e going to be alright” not even knowing what I was saying it just sounded good. We sat in the waiting room for an hour and boy I was nervous so nervous I had a hard time breathing. The dostor came out of the room and looked sad and I knew that wasn’t a good sign she said “do you know if your mom has been smoking cigarettes?” James said “yes she used to about five years ago and then she stopped”. My eyes just started tearing up, I didn’t even remember that mom smoked I shouted “when did mom started smoking!” He didn’t say anything and all of sudden I just ran out of the hospital not even thinking.
Here I am now living by myself, in the streets and I don’t have no food and my clothes are trashed up and I’m sitting here wondering why God had to do it to the Ivey’s?
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