<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:39:37.351-07:00</updated><category term='snipers'/><category term='weird watch'/><category term='drama'/><category term='Dustin andChris'/><category term='By Daniel Griffin'/><category term='Jonathin'/><category term='colleen'/><category term='Dustin. President'/><category term='by chris white'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='Serina Longest'/><category term='Everyone'/><category term='By Timeija'/><category term='Alexis and Chris'/><category term='Larlar'/><category term='Bob'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Serina L.'/><category term='Jamia'/><category term='Miya'/><category term='SECRET AGENT THEME SONG'/><category term='Jennifer Zheng'/><category term='Missing Mr. Sean'/><category term='Taz'/><category term='abbye'/><category term='dustin and venus'/><category term='Monsters'/><category term='richard blevins'/><category term='Timeija'/><category term='Stacy'/><title type='text'>Hampden Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a website devoted to the writings and artwork of kids in the Hampden Family Center afterschool program, in Baltimore, MD.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-3137783485727134538</id><published>2009-08-06T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:48:26.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING YOU GUYS IN TEXAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;As you can see, I have the collage you made me up in my study, so that I am reminded of you little whippersnappers all the time! I miss you guys lots and lots and hope you are having a great summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SnrQzV29fQI/AAAAAAAABYY/gaJPAMiHD9s/s1600-h/IMG_7493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SnrQzV29fQI/AAAAAAAABYY/gaJPAMiHD9s/s200/IMG_7493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366831486424939778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-3137783485727134538?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3137783485727134538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=3137783485727134538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3137783485727134538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3137783485727134538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-you-guys-in-texas.html' title='MISSING YOU GUYS IN TEXAS!'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SnrQzV29fQI/AAAAAAAABYY/gaJPAMiHD9s/s72-c/IMG_7493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-2534699283799572059</id><published>2009-05-26T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:11:35.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise of the Darkness Son, Part 2 by Lawrence</title><content type='html'>one day Zoreheared a noise:hhcxzjhgchgsdjcghdzfgvdvcnzxnvhjcdsfvcfhgjgsdfhsyfugashduchsghjhdfgjgfjhgfhg.WHAT WAS THAT!TripleThreat what are you doing ahh.WHAT WAS THAT FOR a DIE Zore.WHAT!nahgastyredcgggftygtggxdgdgcgdgdgfgftccnvvjvvcfvvvvdffhgjfsgfdffgtxfsdgffdsdgfdsgfsdsshsdfdhf.OK are  you nuts.then a man named darknesshuman came and Zore said Who are you.leave him to me.ok.BLAZE Breath ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.WOW . wait what Happened to him. The DARKNESSSON! But where is darkblade and naruto? there in the Hospital they were hit by a disease. oh.TripleThreat are you Ok? ya.What happened?THEDARKNESSSON he was in you.Who is that?An evil spirit who trys to take over the worled by taking over Some of the most powerful monsters and blasting there energy everywhere and killing everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-2534699283799572059?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2534699283799572059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=2534699283799572059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2534699283799572059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2534699283799572059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/rise-of-darkness-son-part-2-by-lawrence.html' title='Rise of the Darkness Son, Part 2 by Lawrence'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-9148079912832831243</id><published>2009-05-20T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:39:13.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the terrorists for the president</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden a gun shot is heard, the president is shot. The president is ok, kill the terrorists.  They had the navy and the air force go to iraq. It was a bloody war. If the terrorist would of killed all of the 99,900 troops we are dead said the President. But only 100 of the troops died.  They gave up. But their leader said this is not over you'll see. The President was ready for anything they had planed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-9148079912832831243?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/9148079912832831243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=9148079912832831243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/9148079912832831243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/9148079912832831243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-terrorists-for-president.html' title='The end of the terrorists for the president'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-3421882730672048306</id><published>2009-05-14T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:20:57.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a perfect summer would be, By Larlar and Chris</title><content type='html'>1. Energy drinks (for free, as much as you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free tickets for six flags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Food fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Sleeping in late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Every video game in the whole world sold all at once, for free&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;it would be games that have been made and that HAVEN'T been made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girlfriends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-3421882730672048306?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3421882730672048306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=3421882730672048306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3421882730672048306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3421882730672048306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-perfect-summer-would-be-my-larlar.html' title='What a perfect summer would be, By Larlar and Chris'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-1414802289747544422</id><published>2009-05-14T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:15:22.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Rod</title><content type='html'>Its a Hotttt Rodddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got it out of the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its black, slick and fast as night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mess with her, I'll trace you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get outta town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you GO DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a HOT ROD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-1414802289747544422?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1414802289747544422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=1414802289747544422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1414802289747544422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1414802289747544422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-rod.html' title='Hot Rod'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-2179518586717376446</id><published>2009-05-14T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:10:28.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE  CAR  OF  MY  DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sgx6r4sEquI/AAAAAAAAAeg/liNhNtY2nTo/s1600-h/Chris-1989-Chevrolet-Camaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335774552897399522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sgx6r4sEquI/AAAAAAAAAeg/liNhNtY2nTo/s200/Chris-1989-Chevrolet-Camaro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I saw a 1989 CHEVY CAMARO.It had chrome rims, a black paint job, a 5.7 Hemi engine. It had a chrome trim and the windows were tinted black.If I had that car, I would go out to pink's all out drag racing. I would see how fast my car would go. And on the way there I would get my new seats--they would be black leather with a hint of red. And I would get Nos Nitro, because it is not illegal to have it for drag cars. I would name my car The Horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-2179518586717376446?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2179518586717376446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=2179518586717376446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2179518586717376446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2179518586717376446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/car-of-my-dreams.html' title='THE  CAR  OF  MY  DREAMS'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sgx6r4sEquI/AAAAAAAAAeg/liNhNtY2nTo/s72-c/Chris-1989-Chevrolet-Camaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-1565182052038333407</id><published>2009-05-05T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:55:30.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Master, by Chris and Jamia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SgCnurKfJVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VSEQyEesoV8/s1600-h/Samurai+Spatula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332446379109197138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SgCnurKfJVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VSEQyEesoV8/s200/Samurai+Spatula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Master Chung was in his restaurant. He was cooking orange chicken. Until a big fat man came and ordered 99 orders of egg rolls. He said it was challenging but he knew he could do it. The man demanded his egg rolls in a second. Master Chung said it can't be done. IT MUST said the fat man. If it is not, you will pay for this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Master Chung got out his samurai spatula. The fat man backed off. The fat man cried HAMBURGERS! Master Chung laughed in his face. Finally, Master Chung finished the egg rolls. The fat man was pleased. Master Chung was awarded 99 heads of cabbage. So the fat man had Ronald McDonald to come in for a minute. Ronard McDonald got Mr. Chung to cry. And that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-1565182052038333407?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1565182052038333407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=1565182052038333407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1565182052038333407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1565182052038333407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/kung-fu-master-by-chris-and-jamia.html' title='Kung Fu Master, by Chris and Jamia'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SgCnurKfJVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VSEQyEesoV8/s72-c/Samurai+Spatula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-5406882584630109800</id><published>2009-04-30T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:31:30.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dustin andChris'/><title type='text'>The President and the Terrorist Part Two by Dustin and Chris</title><content type='html'>When the First Lady found the secret place where the guns were, she saw her old school firends Christopher and Lawrence. The First Lady could have swarn that Chris and Lawrence were up to something. Chris and Lawrence were trying to take the guns from the rockets, so she asked them, "so why are you trying to take these guns?" They replied, "we're allowed because we are gun specialists for the U.S. Army. The First Lady didn't believe them, so she brought them into custody. Little did she know that they snuck tools into jail with them, and dug themselves out. When they were out, they found an abandoned Jeep. They were riding on the highway when the snipers saw them. They saw they were friendlys and didn't shoot, but they did call the President, so he ordered the FBI pick them up when they ran out of gas. Then, the FBI took them to the White House where the President was at his desk working. He rose to greet them very nicly and asked them if they could help on a secret mission. Chris and Lawrence replied "YES!" The secret mission was to find the leader of the terrorists and shoot him down. When the terrorists saw the two, they were acting like terrorists as well. The terrorists took the friendlys to the leader. When they got there, the leader realized that they were really U.S. government allies so he ordered his troops to arrest them, but Christopher brought out him army gun and successfully killed the leader of the terrorists. While this was happening, Lawrence happened to kill most of the terrorists. When Christopher turned around, he got hit in the back of the head and got knocked out. All of a sudden, they hear U.S. Army helecoptors surrounding the building. They were rescued by the Army, then Christopher and Lawrence shot two rockets at the abandoned terrorist building. They did this so none of the other terrorists would not find out that the terrorists they sent out were killed. When they got back to the White House, they were awarded gold medals for their bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-5406882584630109800?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5406882584630109800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=5406882584630109800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5406882584630109800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5406882584630109800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/president-and-terrorist-part-two-by.html' title='The President and the Terrorist Part Two by Dustin and Chris'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-3993466739531929636</id><published>2009-04-28T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:39:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's awesome picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfdocXNQ6XI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4zt2z23HE0g/s1600-h/John"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329843520491546994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfdocXNQ6XI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4zt2z23HE0g/s200/John%27s+picture.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ed,Edd n Eddy because me and my dad used to watch Ed, Edd n Eddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-3993466739531929636?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3993466739531929636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=3993466739531929636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3993466739531929636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3993466739531929636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/johns-awesome-picture.html' title='John&apos;s awesome picture'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfdocXNQ6XI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4zt2z23HE0g/s72-c/John%27s+picture.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-1390846446692454010</id><published>2009-04-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:28:08.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SECRET AGENT THEME SONG'/><title type='text'>Secret Agent Theme Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He's a secret.... agent man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A secret...agent man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Shhhh don't tell anyone about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's a secret....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He'll save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He'll drive a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As a Secret Agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Not just a man, Not just an Agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a SECRET....AGEEEENTTTT....MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-1390846446692454010?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1390846446692454010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=1390846446692454010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1390846446692454010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1390846446692454010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-agent-theme-song.html' title='Secret Agent Theme Song'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-5514118122329406468</id><published>2009-04-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:17:24.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snipers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dustin. President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The President and the Terrorist, by Dustin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfdkSjlvYgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2wPjFO6n6uM/s1600-h/secret_agent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329838953970229762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfdkSjlvYgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2wPjFO6n6uM/s200/secret_agent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day while the kids of the president were asleep and the secret service was protecting the children as the President had commanded, the President and his wife went out to eat. After they come out of the restaurant, a couple of people dressed like normal men asked the President for a snapshot at an abandoned hotel. Then, when they got to the abandoned hotel, the terrorists brought out their guns. Then a big sandstorm came and blinded everyone in the building. When everyone was blinded for that moment, the President called one NCIS agent and one FBI agent to come to his location. An hour later after the sandstorm passed by, the NCIS and FBI agents finally arrived at the scene. Then the got caught by the terrorists who had seen them come in. When they were in their jail cell, the captives found a secret door in their jail cell--it turned out to be a rocket inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When they turned on the rockets, the flames put the building on fire, which killed the terrorists. And then, when the secret service saw that the President was not home on time, they called the snipers out to where he last made his call, and when they saw the rocket flying up, they thought it was a terrorist rocket trying to destroy the city. So the snipers shot the rocket down. Meanwhile, the First Lady almost got shot by a terrorist sniper rifle bullet. Then, the First Lady found a secret place in the rocket that held guns. To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-5514118122329406468?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5514118122329406468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=5514118122329406468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5514118122329406468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5514118122329406468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/president-and-terrorist-by-dustin.html' title='The President and the Terrorist, by Dustin'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfdkSjlvYgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2wPjFO6n6uM/s72-c/secret_agent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-1128711388200004080</id><published>2009-04-23T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:27:11.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathin'/><title type='text'>Spongebob got in trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDdKTmEBZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/v7cp4Dz9deM/s1600-h/spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328001528307647890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDdKTmEBZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/v7cp4Dz9deM/s200/spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day he was working at the Krusty Krab and Squidward was bad. He saw another squid that had lots of money and shiny things. This squid had an airplane. Squidward got a lot of money and a big restaurant to show to the new squid. But Squidward was just lying. It was really Mr. Krab's restaurant. They worked to make the restaurant beautiful. Mr. Krabs was crazy because he did not know how to make food and put together trash for food. Spongebob finished all the food so the new squid would not have to eat the garbage food. Spongebob makes the restaurant clean and nice. The squid asked him what is your name? Spongebob said "I don't know my name." He was crazy too. He put food in other people's faces. That's the end of the crazy story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-1128711388200004080?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1128711388200004080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=1128711388200004080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1128711388200004080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1128711388200004080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/spongebob-got-in-trouble.html' title='Spongebob got in trouble'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDdKTmEBZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/v7cp4Dz9deM/s72-c/spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-929798804143083779</id><published>2009-04-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:21:44.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpongeBob Square Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDb5AXPEaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HjNLayIm1Ys/s1600-h/spongebobb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328000131575779746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDb5AXPEaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HjNLayIm1Ys/s200/spongebobb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SpongeBob goes with his best friend Patrick. Patrick and Spongebob go jelly fishing. Spongebob has three things he loves to do. He loves to go jelly fishing with his best friend. And he loves one thing to play with Squidward and his bestest thing to do is going to the crusty crab. And he has one more favorite thing. Going to play with Sandy. SpongeBob and Sandy play Karate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-929798804143083779?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/929798804143083779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=929798804143083779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/929798804143083779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/929798804143083779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/spongebob-square-pants.html' title='SpongeBob Square Pants'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDb5AXPEaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HjNLayIm1Ys/s72-c/spongebobb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-1269903445117315214</id><published>2009-04-23T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:22:27.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serina L.'/><title type='text'>DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dream about being a teacher. I want to be a teacher because I want to help people get smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teachers are important because when parents have to work it is important for their kids to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;be with someone who cares about them. If there is no teachers students will not go to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to get really , really smart, and if teachers are not working than there is no school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-1269903445117315214?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1269903445117315214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=1269903445117315214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1269903445117315214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1269903445117315214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='DREAMS'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-3859263543129439792</id><published>2009-04-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:13:30.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><title type='text'>Ben 10 Alien Force by Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDY0vL2ArI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TMUxg4zyLkA/s1600-h/ben-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327996759710237362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDY0vL2ArI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TMUxg4zyLkA/s200/ben-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there was a family of super heroes. And there was a regular little kid. Then he thought an earthquake hit him. Then it was a little shell, but it was a little bigger. Then he had a weird watch on his hand. Then he told his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-3859263543129439792?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3859263543129439792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=3859263543129439792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3859263543129439792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3859263543129439792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/ben-10-alien-force.html' title='Ben 10 Alien Force by Bob'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDY0vL2ArI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TMUxg4zyLkA/s72-c/ben-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-2575503532492817576</id><published>2009-04-23T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:06:46.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Zheng'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I like Dora the Explorer. I have a Dora bookbag. My brother Jonathin reads some Dora books to me. She is funny and nice and likes to play. Her friend Boots is a monkey. He is so funny. They are busy bees. One time he caught a butterfly and he fell down. It was funny. One time, boots and Dora went to play and he said the alphabet. Swiper is a fox and he took Doras bookbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-2575503532492817576?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2575503532492817576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=2575503532492817576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2575503532492817576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2575503532492817576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-dora-explorer.html' title=''/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-5782942725070947726</id><published>2009-04-23T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:01:15.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsters'/><title type='text'>Monsters versus Aliens by Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDXFH90SbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7TRKatJJtqc/s1600-h/monsters_aliens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327994842216942002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDXFH90SbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7TRKatJJtqc/s200/monsters_aliens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was a little monster and there is a giant monster.The monster is bigger than McDonalds and a hotel, and there are is a giant girl and she uses cars as rollerskates. Then the alien ship crashed on earth. Then the aliens built a giant black robot then the monsters tried to fight them. They fought them with their hands. Then was a blue guy. He can eat things, like a car.He runs very fast. And the blue guy can eat the giant black robot. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-5782942725070947726?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5782942725070947726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=5782942725070947726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5782942725070947726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5782942725070947726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/monsters-versus-aliens-by-bob.html' title='Monsters versus Aliens by Bob'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDXFH90SbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7TRKatJJtqc/s72-c/monsters_aliens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-4132229030141694316</id><published>2009-04-23T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:17:41.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathin'/><title type='text'>Little Tam has a bad and fun day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDa5PlZRNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/K6EAjtg6OdY/s1600-h/Pearl_Krabs.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327999036150072530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDa5PlZRNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/K6EAjtg6OdY/s200/Pearl_Krabs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once upon a time, in the ocean there was a whale. The whale did bad things. Her mom told her not to do the bad things anymore. The whale cried harder and harder and he was not going to stop. Her name was Little Tam. She was playing with her friend who was an octopus called Sam. They played lots of games together. They played Duck, Duck, Goose, and go fish. Sam won all the games. When Little Tam went home she fell asleep. In the morning Little Tam woke up and washed her face and brushed her teeth. Little Tam ate peanut butter and jelly for breakfast. She went to school and put her bookbag in his locker, but it was broken. Her teacher came and fixed her locker when she told Mr. Sub to fix it. Today she went to the park and the zoo. She saw a polar bear, penguins, giaraffes, and elephants. They had scuba masks on so they could breathe under the water where Little Tam lived. Then she went to the park. She went down the slide and the swing. She got scared of something and fell off a pole and everyone laughed at him. She was angry and hurt when everyone laughed. She went back to school to get picked up. Today she had a fun day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-4132229030141694316?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4132229030141694316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=4132229030141694316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/4132229030141694316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/4132229030141694316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-tam-has-bad-and-fun-day.html' title='Little Tam has a bad and fun day'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SfDa5PlZRNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/K6EAjtg6OdY/s72-c/Pearl_Krabs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-2453478345122188233</id><published>2009-04-23T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:56:49.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serina Longest'/><title type='text'>A Day In My Life At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;There is someone in my class that is being mean. At first, I thought that she was my friend because  she was being nice to everyone. But then, she started being mean. She called my other friends bad names.  I realized that she wasn't my friend because she wasn't a nice person. It meade me feel angry because she was hurting other people's feelings. I like my friends to be truthful and nice to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-2453478345122188233?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2453478345122188233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=2453478345122188233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2453478345122188233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2453478345122188233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-in-my-life-at-school.html' title='A Day In My Life At School'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-2335042339527980624</id><published>2009-04-23T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:50:38.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamia'/><title type='text'>adventure</title><content type='html'>adventure &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mean's so many things to me adventure mean's your doing something you never thought you do in a million year's like riding a really big roller coster that your scared of every time you see it or going air diving or even climbing a rock wall when your afraid of hight's adventure is when your really scared of doing something and do it any way  because you wanna prove to your self you can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-2335042339527980624?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2335042339527980624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=2335042339527980624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2335042339527980624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2335042339527980624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventure.html' title='adventure'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-6470721455899599318</id><published>2009-04-23T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:35:16.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview for part 2 of Rise of the Darkness Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A  epic  journey  comes  in  for  our  warriors  because  triplethreat's  powers  are  blasting  out  and  everyone  is  dying  by  it.  Will  the  world  perish  or  will  they  be  able  to  stop  this  madness?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;Stay  tuned&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-6470721455899599318?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6470721455899599318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=6470721455899599318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6470721455899599318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6470721455899599318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/preview-for-part-2-of-rise-of-darkness.html' title='Preview for part 2 of Rise of the Darkness Son'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-6070611977049375905</id><published>2009-04-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:46:31.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>The best place for a vacation.so come now to Hawaii,thebest place on Earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-6070611977049375905?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6070611977049375905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=6070611977049375905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6070611977049375905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6070611977049375905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-3085085322124514021</id><published>2009-04-21T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:30:30.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Hampden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Se4spImApcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qrkMSj5BTUs/s1600-h/my_lovely_flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244494419043778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Se4spImApcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qrkMSj5BTUs/s200/my_lovely_flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAMPDEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H appy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A ccomplished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P ositive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;D emocrats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E ven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;N onmember's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Hamden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;alway's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;represented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-3085085322124514021?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3085085322124514021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=3085085322124514021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3085085322124514021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3085085322124514021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-hampden.html' title='What is Hampden'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Se4spImApcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qrkMSj5BTUs/s72-c/my_lovely_flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-6882025648904397369</id><published>2009-04-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:28:01.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abbye'/><title type='text'>baltimore vs vermont</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Se4pPRiMYII/AAAAAAAAAYo/CGVwoD_Ezaw/s1600-h/Abbye"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327240751607472258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Se4pPRiMYII/AAAAAAAAAYo/CGVwoD_Ezaw/s200/Abbye%27s+town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my house in vermont is four story high. And we own 48 acores of land. In baltimore my house is three storys high.And we don't even own one acore of land. what I like about vermont is theres fresh air and the hottest its ever been there is around one hundred degrees. What I like about  balimore is im really close to my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-6882025648904397369?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6882025648904397369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=6882025648904397369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6882025648904397369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6882025648904397369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/04/baltimore-vs-vermont.html' title='baltimore vs vermont'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Se4pPRiMYII/AAAAAAAAAYo/CGVwoD_Ezaw/s72-c/Abbye%27s+town.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-4317030753991837494</id><published>2009-03-26T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:13:30.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by chris white'/><title type='text'>My goals in life</title><content type='html'>I'm 11 years old. I love to play football because it's fun for me to run around. My favorite book is Diary of a Wimpy Kid. When I grow up I want to be a good father and a good friend. I also want to be able to do alot on my own. I want to take care of my family. I want to beable to put good food on the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-4317030753991837494?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4317030753991837494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=4317030753991837494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/4317030753991837494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/4317030753991837494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-goals-in-life.html' title='My goals in life'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-3960863578802074608</id><published>2009-03-26T13:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:55:44.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by chris white'/><title type='text'>Mars is so cool</title><content type='html'>If you  ever wondered what MARS looked like youre reading the right story.Well this is what Mars looks like. It is mostly rock,red sand,and dirt.Did you know Mars has mountains bigger than Mount Everist.It also has one of the biggest volcanos.Mars also has very dangerous sand storms.It is verry cool to learn about other plannets in our Solar  System.If you want to hear some more verry good stories visit us again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-3960863578802074608?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3960863578802074608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=3960863578802074608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3960863578802074608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3960863578802074608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/mars-is-so-cool.html' title='Mars is so cool'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-7885191361421111423</id><published>2009-03-26T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:21:48.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Daniel Griffin'/><title type='text'>Clouded by Smoke Alternate Ending 1</title><content type='html'>There is something that i didn't tell the readers about "Clouded by Smoke."What I didn't tell you was that this story has alternate endings. Here is the first alternate ending. OK lets see where did i leave off at. Oh Yeah, Ben had just walked into his friend's room. When he walked in there, he saw everyone crowding his friend. Don't forget, he smelled something funny in the hallway. He pushed and shoved so that he can get through to see what was going on. When he finally got through, he saw his friend passing something to another person in the circle. The kid put it up to his mouth and took a puff. Then a whole bunch of smoke went flying into Ben's face and everyone started laughing. He was startled when it happened. He turned the other way because his eyes started watering and he didn't want anyone to see. He turned around and asked what the stuff was. There were giggles and laughs in the background. One kid stepped up and laughed,"It's the magic plant."Everyone else started laughing really hard. Ben was really embarrassed. They all started making comments trying to convince him to take a puff. He reached over and grabbed the blunt. His friend said,"Go ahead and take a hit, you said you want to be cool." Ben said,"Yeah, but not this way." Everyone started calling Ben stuff like wimp and (I cannot put other words because of young readers). So he gave in and said fine. He put the blunt in his mouth and inhaled. he started coughing and wheezing. Everyone started laughing and said take another. He did. This time it was worse. He fell on the floor and started coughing really hard. He thought he was going to die. He finally stopped coughing and got up. Then everyone said that it was just because he was a beginner. They said he should just start by smoking regular cigarettes. He agreed and asked if anybody had some. Somebody handed him one and someone else handed him a lighter. He took a puff. This time he didn't cough. So everyone started saying stuff like,"See the weed was just to strong for you."He said OK that was fine. So now Ben is officially a smoker. When he grew up, he ended up having a wife and 3 kids. The bad thing is that when he turned 38, he developed lung cancer because he became addicted to cigarettes. He also started doing drugs at the age of 18. When he turned 40, he died. He left his wife alone to take care of his 6 year old, his 8 year old, and his 13 year old children. This is a sad ending but don't forget, there is another ending. I think some readers would like the other alternate ending much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-7885191361421111423?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7885191361421111423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=7885191361421111423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7885191361421111423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7885191361421111423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/clouded-by-smoke-alternate-ending-1.html' title='Clouded by Smoke Alternate Ending 1'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-8324523810337516476</id><published>2009-03-24T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:15:42.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dustin and venus'/><title type='text'>Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Venus used to be the same as earth.It is now all volcanos.It is a deep red color.It has carbon dioxide.It used to have the same atmosphere as Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-8324523810337516476?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8324523810337516476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=8324523810337516476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/8324523810337516476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/8324523810337516476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/venus.html' title='Venus'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-7496581839005231879</id><published>2009-03-24T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:53:39.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyone'/><title type='text'>We want SPRING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sck5TJwBQCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8YRUYyRTASw/s1600-h/PinkDogwoodTree220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316843836285206562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sck5TJwBQCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8YRUYyRTASw/s200/PinkDogwoodTree220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We are ready for warmer weather and sunshine and afternoons in the park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-7496581839005231879?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7496581839005231879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=7496581839005231879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7496581839005231879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7496581839005231879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-want-spring.html' title='We want SPRING!'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sck5TJwBQCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8YRUYyRTASw/s72-c/PinkDogwoodTree220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-7890819339019578500</id><published>2009-03-24T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:15:00.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamia'/><title type='text'>The crazy but lovely family center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hampdenfamilycenter.org/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850506333109426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sck_XZnXPLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VjhJa60Qq-g/s200/jamia+pictues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Family center is like nothing you've ever seen before in the family center you have people who support you in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what ever you do like the wonderful MS Molly and Mr Ali.....and we can't forget Mr Marcus of course. We also have other people who help you too the Goucher college students&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;they help you as your own personal tutor........trust me they really helped me get better grades and also on the honor roll and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;success roll too, so try them out. We also do great activities that the wonderful Ms molly makes up for us. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can name 3 things Ms molly made: this great blog, she made this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so we can show you our great creations .#2 Ms molly also helped us mAKE pinatas and #3 Ms molly had a great Valentine's day party with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; our piñatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We also have other things like photography,music studio,and activities for older students as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So if your interested come check us out.............................if youre good i'll give you the grand tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-7890819339019578500?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7890819339019578500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=7890819339019578500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7890819339019578500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7890819339019578500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-but-lovely-family-center.html' title='The crazy but lovely family center'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/Sck_XZnXPLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VjhJa60Qq-g/s72-c/jamia+pictues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-9201689891636544586</id><published>2009-03-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:34:48.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miya'/><title type='text'>HAIKU: FRIENDS AND FAMILY</title><content type='html'>DAWN IS A GREAT COOK&lt;br /&gt;                    MY DAD LOVES ME AND LUCY&lt;br /&gt;                      I LOVE THEM A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS.MOLLY IS COOL&lt;br /&gt;MISS.MOLLY DOES  DO GOOD WORKS&lt;br /&gt;MISS.MOLLY IS NICE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-9201689891636544586?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/9201689891636544586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=9201689891636544586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/9201689891636544586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/9201689891636544586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/haiku-friends-and-family.html' title='HAIKU: FRIENDS AND FAMILY'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-5896309868977012058</id><published>2009-03-10T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:30:54.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouded by smoke Part 1</title><content type='html'>There once was a boy named Benjamin. Benjamin was about to be in a really bad issue. Ben was a very smart boy who wasn't very popular. Let me describe him a little bit more though. Ben was short and a little chubby. He was a pos was invited to a party that was hosted by his best friend. The thing about his best friend was that his best friend was popular. Ben was so excited to go to a party with popular kids because that may have been his chance to become popular himself. What he didn't know was that if he went to that party he would sign his own deathwish for the future. That night while the party was far from over, a lot of the guest started going upstairs. So of course, Ben followed. When he got upstairs he did not see anyone in the dark. He also smelled something really wierd. He went into his friend' room and found everyone sitting around his friend. I am going to stop the story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-5896309868977012058?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5896309868977012058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=5896309868977012058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5896309868977012058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5896309868977012058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/clouded-by-smoke-part-1.html' title='Clouded by smoke Part 1'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-6162740615664299770</id><published>2009-03-05T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:47:46.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard blevins'/><title type='text'>"The bloods and the crip"</title><content type='html'>A long time ago there was this boy and he lived in the hood and there were two gangs. Their names were the bloods and the crips. The bloods live on the east side and the crips live on the west side. There was this boy his names was Will he was only in the 5th grade. Will was only 10 when a gang member came up to him and he said you should join the gang the boy said WHAT'S IT ABOUT? So the gang member said it is all about hurting people and you will have a lot of money and you will have a lot of beer. The boy said no because he dose not like volence and he never saw someone die. He told the guy he dose not like beer because it is bad for you. So he went home as fast as he could and told his mom that a gang member came up to him and asked him to join the bloods and he went to bed.  The next day, he was on his way to school and he saw a black SUV come up to him and the guy driving got out and he did not konw what to do.  The person threatened him to join his gang with a gun.  Two years later, he realized that it was stupid so he wanted out, so he was twelve when all this happened.  When he was 18 he had a family and now can be with his kids 24/7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-6162740615664299770?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6162740615664299770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=6162740615664299770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6162740615664299770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6162740615664299770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloods-and-crip.html' title='&quot;The bloods and the crip&quot;'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-6719409199977327754</id><published>2009-03-05T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:31:16.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing Mr. Sean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexis and Chris'/><title type='text'>Mr. Sean we need you!</title><content type='html'>mr.sean hope you come back soon or visit for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from alexis and chris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-6719409199977327754?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6719409199977327754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=6719409199977327754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6719409199977327754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/6719409199977327754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-sean-we-need-you.html' title='Mr. Sean we need you!'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-3095258949336143053</id><published>2009-02-17T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:33:50.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas will be here forever and there is nothing that can ever replace it and that is when Jesus Christ, our Brother will be there for us and we will be there for him, also, with a lot of love and there is nothing that can ever take it away. In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Love God With All Of Your Heart. And Never Forget Your Father and Brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-3095258949336143053?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3095258949336143053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=3095258949336143053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3095258949336143053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/3095258949336143053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-christmas.html' title='The power of Christmas'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-7135344410806436564</id><published>2009-01-13T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:29:55.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miya'/><title type='text'>RECYCLE!!!!!! By Miya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SW0HyiwDHeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/agAsKRWiJ64/s1600-h/miya.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SW0HyiwDHeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/agAsKRWiJ64/s320/miya.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290893702133390818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever recycled before? Did you know that you can get money for recycling?&lt;br /&gt;that is not the only reason to recycle. See when you are driving your car and when smoke comes out and it pollutes the air. What you recycle can be reused. When you write on a piece of paper you are holding a part of a tree. If you mess up DON'T THROW IT AWAY!!Recycle it,all you need is a box.Then put all the paper that you don't use inside the box and the many ways you can recycle....so start recycling and help your earth!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-7135344410806436564?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7135344410806436564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=7135344410806436564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7135344410806436564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7135344410806436564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2009/01/recycle.html' title='RECYCLE!!!!!! By Miya'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SW0HyiwDHeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/agAsKRWiJ64/s72-c/miya.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-5871552976054206776</id><published>2008-12-16T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:02:06.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Timeija'/><title type='text'>Flower in my Heart, by Timeija</title><content type='html'>A flower is like a rose but a daisy is diffrent but your heart tells you they are the same.And People Think For just one time and dont care.A daisy is different but your heart beilives in you and noone can be far only you and your familyis what you believe that your family will be there for you but you cant give up and never face the devil on the bad side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-5871552976054206776?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5871552976054206776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=5871552976054206776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5871552976054206776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/5871552976054206776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2008/12/flower-in-my-heart-by-timeija.html' title='Flower in my Heart, by Timeija'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-2668985545112024696</id><published>2008-11-20T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:52:22.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timeija'/><title type='text'>Spider Wick, by Timeija</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SSXesozQAtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Nm5GV3y9xZQ/s1600-h/spiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270863797355021010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SSXesozQAtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Nm5GV3y9xZQ/s320/spiders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A girl who was walking around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" ohoh oh oh oh oh" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;she was at her house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; " oh oh oh oh oh oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; she saw a big spider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"oh oh oh oh oh oh " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;she just saw alot of blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" oh oh oh oh oh oh" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the spider put a wick on her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" oh oh oh oh oh oh" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;she went to the closet and ouch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" oh oh oh oh oh oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-2668985545112024696?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2668985545112024696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=2668985545112024696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2668985545112024696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/2668985545112024696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2008/11/spider-wick.html' title='Spider Wick, by Timeija'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xywmL-brpQs/SSXesozQAtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Nm5GV3y9xZQ/s72-c/spiders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-7215231859716259080</id><published>2008-11-18T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:51:49.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleen'/><title type='text'>Race car driver, by Colleen</title><content type='html'>I like college, I Think it is cool, so cool, because I can think I can focus You know what I want Do you know I want ,I want to be a race car driver!! I want to go to college because I want to learn want to learn how to drive I'm going like lightening . It will be cool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-7215231859716259080?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7215231859716259080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=7215231859716259080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7215231859716259080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7215231859716259080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2008/11/race-car-driver.html' title='Race car driver, by Colleen'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-7913054016527518766</id><published>2008-10-30T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:43:45.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larlar'/><title type='text'>The Rise of the Darkness Son, Part 1 by Lawrence and Taz</title><content type='html'>This all started three years ago, in the land of mystery. When Triple Threat and Zore were battling and were on teams in the Chuni exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, far away from where this battle was ocurring, a small but powerful superhero was getting stronger. Then Triple Threat sensed energy and Zore saw the person that Triple Threat's energy was sensing. and they were preparing for combat and went straight to the forest. There they knew they would find The Powerful One. But meanwhile, in the background in the dark forest they heard a menacing threatening sound."HA HA HAAAAAA" said a scary voice. Suddenly out of the tall oak tree, there came none other than the fearsome and evil superhero, Dark Blade, who jumped down and landed in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple Threat and Zore quickly grabbed their weapons, but before they could get fully ready, Dark Blade slashed their weapons out of their hands. But luckily Zore threw a fireball at Dark Blade, but Dark Blade blocked it with his sheild, and the explosion went high in the sky and Naruto, far away but always alert because it was the jungle he was born in, came flying and turned into King of the Jungle. He came soaring through the trees. Triple Threat started to look for backup, and he was worried because his old comrade Darkness had not been seen for many weeks. As he went off to look for him in the jungle, leaving Zore and Naruto to do battle alone with Dark Blade, he came across a frozen lake, and he saw Darkness pop up frozen in a giant iceberg. Triple Threat jumped on the iceberg and tried to break it, but he couldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-7913054016527518766?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7913054016527518766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=7913054016527518766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7913054016527518766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/7913054016527518766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2008/10/rise-of-darkness-son-by-lawrence-and.html' title='The Rise of the Darkness Son, Part 1 by Lawrence and Taz'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153099281834203557.post-1568842735982016239</id><published>2008-10-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:44:50.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacy'/><title type='text'>Best Friends, by Stacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day there were two best friends. Their names were Stacy and Charity. Well one day they wanted to come play outside but it started to rain. They both lived next door to eachother so they decided to call eachother. But Charity was not home so it was so boring that Stacy had another friend's number so she called her friend Brian. They were talking until they heard a loud noise but they did not know what it was. Until they hung up the phone and went to go look and it was a ghost. It went BOO so we ran down our stairs called each other and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"did you hear that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yeah but I saw a bat, what did you see Brian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A ghost!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the next day came. We went to school and we both saw eachother. We were in the same class and we sit at the same table. So I asked Charity "where were you?" she said "at my grandmother's." Well you missed the fun!" She said "what fun?" so I said "well me and Brian were talking on the phone and heard a noise we saw a bat and ghost in our house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it was lunch time and we all sat next to eachother me and Brian and Charity so we were telling her what happened that day. So school was over we called eachother and were talking on the phone. So on Halloween they decided to go to a haunted house. We made it through the haunted house. That is the end of my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153099281834203557-1568842735982016239?l=hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1568842735982016239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9153099281834203557&amp;postID=1568842735982016239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1568842735982016239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9153099281834203557/posts/default/1568842735982016239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hampdenstudentwriters.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-friends-by-stacy.html' title='Best Friends, by Stacy'/><author><name>HFC Student Writers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10724286937510070625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
