The Fear of The Boogie Man

The fear of the Boogie Man

 The monsters in literature that stick with us through the decades are not the ones that come purely from imagination. The monsters that we write about, think about, and make movies about most are either the monsters that we create or the monsters we become. We are afraid of the part of ourselves that is most like the monsters we fear.

One example that supports this idea would be the Boogie Man. The Boogie Man is a monster we fear because he/she/it represents the part of ourselves that is fear. There is no real Boogie Man and no one has ever actually seen him. I imagine him to be a dark shadow, so that’s he hides in dark places. The Boogie Man is made of fear because people were afraid of the dark. Everyone thought it would be a good idea to make up a monster that hides under your bed, so they have a reason to be scared.

What this monster represent inside our selves is fear. This monster was created on fear. I think, since people were afraid of the dark, and everyone was telling about the Boogie Man. That is probably why people started to believe that there is someone in their room. We fear this monster because everyone thinks if it comes out from under your bed then it will get you. The monsters in our closet our under our bed, like the Boogie Man, are unknown. People are afraid of what might happen. Everyone has different imagination, so they all think of different horrible things.

Eventually we all grow out of being scared of these things. We all learn that it isn’t real. We learn that we are all scared of things sometimes, and we can’t help it. It is okay to be scared of monsters because everyone has been scared of something in their life. No one really thinks that the real thing that scares them is the fear inside us.

The Boogie Man isn’t a real human being, but it was created by our imaginations. The monster inside us is the scariest monster of all. It reveals the truth and also reveals our weaknesses within ourselves.

Dr.Frankenstein vs. The Monster

Why should we be more afraid of the doctor? The doctor was the one that made the monster and people will think he is like the monster. Anyone who doesn’t know the story will think he made it to do evil. The monster isn’t really like that, but the way he looks distract people from what kind of personality he has. The doctor wanted to kill him for that same reason.  The monster didn’t want to hurt anyone, but since he couldn’t have someone love him he decided to take away the ones the doctor loved. The doctors’ want to kill the monster increased every time a loved one died. The doctor tried many times to kill it, but never succeeded. I would be more scared of the doctor because he was crazy and most people didn’t see the monster, so that would creep me out to hear a man going on about a monster no one thinks is real.  Another reason would be, since he created the monster, that he could create more to destroy the earth. Most people would think such things because he made it, then went on about how he was going crazy, and wanted to kill it.

HERO'S

Hero’s Essay

A good hero is hard to find. To me a hero is a genuinely good person. A genuinely good person is extremely hard to find. A hero must always think of others first.  A true hero puts others for them and their needs. Without this trait a hero does not do any good because a hero is a person that affects the people around him. A hero also has to be humble A hero is a leader.

All of the hero’s in those stories are fake. Every little child wants to be a hero. They can, but it won’t be the kind they were dreaming of. They could be a fireman or a policeman and they would still be a hero. People don’t always say thanks to them so children don’t think of them as hero’s.

A hero must be a leader but not one who puts him or her in power. A leader worries about themselves and whether they are doing the right thing and does not worry about their followers. A hero understands that if they are doing the right thing then their followers will follow that example. By leading through example followers will not question the actions of a leader. Hero’s are amazing people. If we didn’t have them the world would be horrible. It doesn’t matter if their super or not, they are still trying their best to make the world a better place.

People don’t always appreciate the hero’s that aren’t super, because they think they’re just like everyone else. Firemen give their lives to save others. It takes a lot of courage to run in a building and know you might die. A Super Hero is usually hard to hurt. While just regular people could be gone in just like that.

A real hero has to be strong, brave, and fearless. It takes a lot of all these things to sacrifice yourself for others. Self-trust is what makes a person a hero, for if he does not trust in his capabilities he will not achieve what he proposes to himself. Someone who is a hero is temperate, hospitable, generous, and dauntless. A hero is someone who sacrifices his own life, not expecting any rewards.

MY HERO

Paige Taylor                                                                                                                                           B-2

MY HERO

My mother is my hero because she’s someone I can look up to. She has all the best qualities. She has always had a baby on her hip, so she’s had a lot of practice at being a great mother. She always helps me with my homework when I get stuck, like in algebra I’m always needing help, and she is always there.  She has always puts everyone before herself and tells us we should do the same.

My mom cooks us dinner every night, and never complains about doing it. I hope to be an amazing cook just like her. I don’t really enjoy cooking  as much as my mom, but when I get married, the chances of marrying someone who likes to cook, are not very good. She is always trying new things. We don’t always like what she makes, but most of it turns out to be something we really like.  She is always trying to do her best at being a good mother.

She’s doing a great job at taking care of her family. She makes sure we all have what we need. We don’t have a lot of money to get the things we want, but she tries to replace those things we want with other things. She is always going somewhere, because when you have 11 children your always going somewhere.

My mom is one of the most amazing people in the world, and I’m not just saying that because she is my mom. I’m saying that because it is true. She is someone I can go to with my problems and she will help me. I can talk to her about anything that interesting to me. I hope I can just like her when I’m a mother.

The Curse of Vecesius and Cameo

The Curse of Vecesius and Cameo

           A long time ago in Ancient Greece, there lived an old couple, The Gomfobblers, who wanted to have children.  After years of no hope, they decided to ask one of the Greek Gods for help.  Having been refused by Zeus, Demeter, Hera, and many others, they met an unknown God named Vecesius, the God of Dirty Tricks.  He then granted their wish and promised to take care of the children after they died.

           Nine months later Mrs. Gomfobblers  gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.  They were named Mary and Strativus.  For twelve years they lived in peace and happiness.  Then one day, the parents disappeared.  The children looked for many days and weeks hoping to find them.  But, they were nowhere to be found.

One day as the children were crying over the loss of their parents, a strange man appeared at their home.  It was Vecesius.  He explained that an arrangement had been made for their welfare before they were even born.  Vecesius assured the children they would have a wonderful life and they need not worry.  Both Mary and Strativus, were very nervous and skeptical.  Soon they were on their way to the Castle of Droon. 

After arriving at the castle, they found tables piled with fruit, sweet cakes, sausages,  and other meat.  It was wonderful.  Their bedrooms were filled with the finest furnishings such as satin sheets, bear rugs, and a golden harp.   Their clothes were made of the finest silk. 

Vecesius took them on many adventures around the world.  They flew to the clouds, over the oceans, and even to the stars.  The children were happy once again and began to forget about the loss of their parents. 

            On the morning of their third week at the Castle of Droon, they came down to a wonderful breakfast of pancakes, sausage and eggs.  Then Vecesius entered the room with a woman named Cameo.  She was Vecesius’ sister, the Goddess of Torture.  He waved his hand and then a magical chain appeared around their necks.  Vecesius revealed to them they would now be his servants.  If they disobeyed or tried to escape, Cameo would be their worst nightmare and the chain around their neck would tighten.  The children were shocked and heartbroken once again.             

            Vecesius said, “Do I make myself clear?”  Both the children nodded yes. 

            Now Vecesius was not one of the favorite Gods nor did he have any super powers.   Nobody really liked him at all, even Cameo could hardly put up with him.  Vecesius loved playing dirty tricks on anyone. 

            Each day the children were sent out to do awful tricks.  One day they cut off one leg of each dog in the Village of Midas.  Near the river Sidon, they burned the tails of little kittens.  In the town of Bronz, they took pies from  all the homes and bakeries.  Then when all the people were sleeping in the Village of Greenbriar, they smashed the pies in their faces.  During the Sabbath day they burned down the churches. 

            After a couple of years, Mary and Strativus became saddened.  Mary asked, “What can we do to end this?”  Strativus answered, “Vecesius, is a God with more power than a human, there is not much we can do. Our parents were tricked into a contract saying he would take care of us.  But it is really the opposite.”  Mary replied, “There has to be a way out.”

            “Since Cameo is leaving in a few weeks, we could make a run for it,” said Strativus.  “No way!  We have this chain around our neck.  She and Vecesius will know immediately when we have left.  They’re Gods, Strativus.  They can find us no matter where we are in the world,” said Mary.  Strativus said, “When Cameo and Vecesius leaves to visit Zeus, we will travel down to the Goddess Athena and tell her our awful imprisonment.  Maybe she will break the chain and let us be free.  I hear she is a nice Goddess.”  “Okay, Strativus, but I am afraid,” said Mary.

            Two weeks later, Cameo and Vecesius left to visit Zeus.  While he they were away the children were told by Vecesius to poke out the eyes of all the farmers cows along with putting scorpions in the cottages along the Village of Sandbar. 

            “Are they gone?” asked Mary.  “Yes, Mary they are.  Let’s go,”  said Strativus.  The children traveled to village after village asking where they might find the Goddess Athena.  No one could tell them and many ran in fear of her name.  Finally, they ran across a man named Jericho.  He told them she lived down in the Valley Blossom. 

            Mary and Strativus found her in the last house of the Valley.  Athena listened to their awful state and plea for freedom.  Athena never liked Vecesius for poisoning her with love potion.  “Children  I am so sorry you have suffered so greatly.  I will help you and break the chains of  Vecesius,” said Athena.  She then raised her hands high in the air, closed her eyes, and then the chains fell to the ground.  “Oh, thank  you, thank you,” cried the children.

            Back at the castle, Cameo and Vecesius found the children had been gone for days.  They were furious.  They began searching the globe and asking villagers if they had seen Mary and Strativus.  Mary and Strativus were nowhere to be found.  Weeks went by, and Cameo and Vecesius were furious.

            Mary and Strativus were now living back in their old home, but being afraid of Vecesius they disguised themselves as old parents.

            One day in the market place, while shopping He was there.  “Mary, he is here!  Hide, quickly, hide.”  “I’m scared, Strativus, I’m scared,” whispered Mary. 

Running past the baker, Mary fell to the ground revealing her face.  Vecesius grabbed her and Strativus.   “There you are dears.  So you thought you could run away from us.  Well, we have a treat for you.  Ha! Ha! Ha!” laughed Cameo. 

            “Now,  you will see the wrath of Vecesius.  You should never try to make a fool of me! You will serve the same punishment as those no good parents of yours,’’ yelled Vecesius.  Cameo lifted the children into the air as Vecesius threw them toward the sun with a swarm of flies.  Mary and Strativus were never seen or heard of again.  Only if you are near the woods or swamps will you see them.  They now spend their days flying at night with their tails lit up.  They are now known as lightening bugs. They found their parents near the swamp they now lived.  And that is the curse of Vecesius and Cameo.