Fog

Driving down the freeway Thomas was annoyed. Fog was slowing down their trip to Portland. He was with a few of his friends in a van that they had stolen. Thomas was a genius thief, and his gang would steal anything that you asked them for. The next item was simple. A vase kept in the lobby of a hotel. Thomas and his crew would easily take it having great experience in removing heavy objects from cases. Visibility was starting to decrease. "Dang it, now it will be 3:00 am when we get to Portland". "Keep driving Thomas, and stop complaining, so we can get to sleep". Thomas cursed to himself, and was afraid that he would fall asleep, and crash his car in the thick fog. A blur passed by the car. "Did you see that?" "Shut up Thomas, were trying to sleep". The car was being pulled back by an unknown force. Thomas stepped on the gas, but nothing happened. Soon the van was at a complete stop. He kept stepping on the gas, but the car did not budge. Thomas panicked, and put the car in park. He stepped outside and saw ropes with hooks latched on to the back of the van. The ropes went as far back as the eye could see, which was not very long. He heard lots of voices, but could not see due to the thick fog. An arrow latched itself on to the tire which was now losing air. Thomas could hear foot steps, and whatever it was, came closer. Thomas banged on the windows to get his friends to wake up. "Thomas, what is it this time?" "Help me get the spare tire on now!" "We are being attacked". "Thomas this better not be one of your silly games". The rest of his friends woke up, and confirmed that it was real. Another arrow came whizzing by and hit Nick in the hand. Nick cursed and screamed in pain. Thomas's heart started pounding. The rest of his friends were in shock. The footsteps came closer. "Come on get the spare"! Insane screams pierced the night and fear was visible in his friends faces. The fog seemed to get thicker by the moment. Nick had an arrow through his hand, they could barely see where to connect the spare tire. "Hurry"! The spare was on, the ropes were off, and Thomas turned around. He saw shadows, hundreds of them sprinting towards the car. Weird shapes and objects were in their hands. "Get in the car!" Thomas slammed the gas, and the van surged forward. The van ran right into another group of people. Thomas was despaired knowing that they were now surrounded. Various objects hacked at the car, and the screaming of the unknown kept terrorizing the men in the car. Thomas looked into their grey and black painted faces, and saw insanity.  Thomas kept driving, running over the unknown. Brutal sounds echoed through the nights as bones split, and skulls were crushed. The unknown would not move out of the way, and Thomas knew that if he stopped everyone would die. What made the driving even worse was the fog. It was so thick that you could only see a foot in front of you. It was a traumatic experience with grey and black faces popping out of nowhere and being flattened by the van. Five long minutes later Thomas ran over the last of the unknown. They screamed in fury knowing that they had missed an opportunity. The combined sound of the screech of one hundred mad men was terrifying. Thomas froze in fear, and vowed to his friends that they would never travel this highway again. He also made every member if the gang promise that they would never reveal the disturbing detail of this night to anyone. Meanwhile, the unknown were regrouping in the woods getting ready to trounce their next selected victim. The fog thickened and the unknown howled through the night.

Junior Research

I do not like Junior Research at all, but I try to refrain from complaining about it as much as I can. I think the way to tackle any large obstacle is too take it out in intervals. Each day take out one page, and spend a certain amount of time on it. Complaining wont do anything for me so I just need to take care of business one day at a time. As long as I maintain a positive attitude and stay committed to my plan I will hurdle the large obstacle that is Junior Research. Even though I will lose a lot of sleep my motivation is to think how free I will be after Junior Research. Well, not really because I have stinking midterms after. Very poor scheduling on the English department. Anyway, midterms is the next obstacle that I will take out in increments. Then I will have a valid motivation, which is Christmas break. Once I finish Junior Research I will be ready to approach the finish line. It is the last part of the race now, so there is no time to complain about how tired I am. Just one obstacle at a time, and then I can feast on the great meal that is Christmas break.

Random Autobiography Poem

I've been to New Orleans many times. I consider it as my second home. The atmosphere, food, and people are all great.
Another town I have visited is New York. Twice I have been there, and Times Square never fails to astound me.
Dogs are my favorite animal to pet because in my opinion they are the animal that is the most similar to a human.
 I have not seen any significant historical event in my lifetime, I wish I can one day
I have lost many things including my blazer, jacket, wallet, and phone. When I lose something I freak out, but I always find some way to recover it.
One of the weirdest experiences I had was when I was in Greece. I had just dived in the pool, and discovered that a naked boy was in the pool. Everybody else swimming completely ignored it.
I have witnessed intense and funny arguments between two students, and I have heard many great stories from teachers
My favorite movies are action and thriller movies. I love to read books that are fast paced. Any Greek food I will eat.
 New Orleans is a special place to me because I have a lot of family that lives there. Telluride, Colorado is also special to me because that was where I learned to ski. I also went on many challenging and exciting runs there. Seaside, Florida is also a place that my family goes to every year. The beaches are a great experience.

House Memory

When I was one I heard the news that I was going to have a sister and I was pretty put off. Now, since she was the newborn she would get all of the attention. When everybody was always around her I would think what happened to me? Hello, I still am the first child, and deserve all of the attention. At about three years old I figured out the solution. Whenever my Greek family members came over they would always dance to Greek music. Everybody would sit on the couch and watch whoever was dancing. Some would join the dancing circle, and enjoy themselves. Then a light went off in my head. If everyone is watching then this is my time to earn the attention of everybody watching. I joined in the circle, and that made everybody start laughing. I did not know what I was doing, so I just copied the movements of the dancers to the best of my ability. Soon everyone was seated and watching me dance the night away. Everyone was clapping and I danced even more. I was getting compliments left and right about how good of a dancer I was. Now I was aware that when ever the family came over I knew how to get the spotlight. All of the attention was mine, and all I had to do was start dancing.

I was the expected

I was the expected person to ski down a double black diamond
Ive held amazing foods
I lost my finger for a moment when it was dislocated
I tell you sincerely that I am a fierce competitor
Once Ive been fishing
Twice Ive been to New York
I bought a lot of food in Greece
I love the Terranea Resort in Los Angeles
Ive been scared when I heard a gun shot during a run
Ive seen Beverly Hills
I'm an avid sports fan
I learned that exercising is very good for you
Ive heard that Skyfall is a great movie
Ive had some great food in New Orleans
I once have been waterskiing
And only one time have I had a concussion
I have been on the top of a mountain many times
I witnessed the Saints win their first championship
I will testify to shaking hands with Dikembe Mutumbo
I have stories of crazy people in Telluride
I found a great challenge when I decided to start skiing

Why I Write

I write because I have an imagination. I enjoy creating stories that have struggles, victories, and a lot of tension. Writing is an escape from the real world, and an entrance into a world that you choose to create. Or it is the real world, but manipulated to your desires. Another reason I write is because it has no rules or restrictions. It is all controlled by you. I write because it is a challenge, and I love to face challenges. You write the best story or poem you can to beat that challenge by as many points possible. I write because when you beat that challenge there are rewards coming in many forms. Every story is a new game, and there are many strategies needed to be the winner.

Skiing

Once when I was skiing in Telluride with by Dad, sisters, and best friend we decided to go up to a new set of runs called Revelation Bowl. I remember light wind, and a little bit of snow at the bottom of the mountain. Once we took a few runs and ski lifts to get to Revelation Bowl I was very excited. The wind picked up, and snow started to whip into my face. Every run was black in Revelation Bowl, so there was no messing around. We had to choose between either a mogul run, or an extremely steep run. We chose the steep run, and I was the first one to go down. Wind and snow assaulted my face, and the mist around the mountain, almost made me feel like I was not in this world anymore. Shooting down the mountain, I made turns to control my speed. On a steep mountain turning is very difficult, and they can become very wide. On one of my turns I went straight into the mogul run, and my knees felt like they were shattering as I hit each bump. By some miracle, I made it back into the original run without falling. The end of the run came, and I skidded to a stop. I looked up the mountain and I could barely see everybody else coming down. One man made a similar turn that I did, and had a different fate. He slid straight down for about 200 meters before coming to a stop in the middle of the run. The man got right back up, and I was relieved that he was ok. I was ready to do this run again and again even though I saw a man totally wipe out. My dad said, “ok one more time, and then we will head back”. My friend and my sisters were panting, and complaining about how their legs were sore. They asked me “how would you want to do something that hard again”? I replied, “I could do this over and over, maybe I will do the moguls next time”.