Go Postal! Art Contest Entries


Update: I received a mail from the library. It said I got second place. Before I got it though, I found out that there was a tie. I had thought I hadn’t gotten into the top few people before knowing this. After learning about the tie, I had more hope. It turns out the tie was between me and someone else. they finally decided. I received a mail from the library saying I got second place.


The Go Postal! contest deadline for entries was today. I JUST started working on my entry yesterday. Good thing I was able to finish today and turn it in. At least I did better this year in timing. Last year, I started on the day it was due! Luckily, I finished that too, sitting outside near Rochester’s Twelve Corners drawing the gazebo there. It was freezing outside and I drew until it was dark out. My mom helped me see my drawing better with her cellphone’s light. What surprised me was that I won first place in the contest! And I started on my entry on the last day!

Go Postal! 2010 entry

Go Postal! 2011 entry


Lost Gem of Pain

Shervmack Himels (AKA Detective AK-47 code 5) finally had a day off of vigorous crime solving. Little did he know that this “day off” wouldn’t be that much of a day off. He had called to invite three of his friends over and was currently brewing coffee when the doorbell rang. He hurriedly went to open the door to usher his friends in, momentarily forgetting about the coffee he was making. After a short while of conversing, Shervmack remembered the drinks and left to bring four cups of freshly brewed coffee into the living room. One cup was set down on the table in front of each of the visitors who sat on couches. The last cup was for himself. A full pot of steaming hot coffee was placed in the table center. Currently, they were talking about the subject of gems.

“Do any of you know what p-painite is?” Adam Hilder said quietly, shifting around on the couch. He was a rock collector and an expert on the subject.

“Yes,” Alberta Enstince acknowledged. “Wasn’t it discovered by Arthur C.D. Pain?”

“What’s that?” Beric Obarnum asked while setting down the cup of coffee he was sipping from.

“Exactly, you don’t know w-what it is because painite is a very, very rare gemstone discovered in the 1950’s. Its color is usually r-red,” Adam explained.

Beric was looking around the room, appearing to be searching for something when he angled his head to face Adam, “Hmm? Oh, so that’s what it is.”

Detective Shervmack chimed in, “And they’re expensive. Well, not to a millionaire like in one of the cases of mine. A wealthy millionaire had died and they couldn’t solve the crime and so they hired me. With my crime-solving skills, I was able to identify the murderer. I was overexcited when the millionaire’s will was read shortly afterwards. He had left his rare rock collection to the one who solved his murder. Apparently, he was still alive for a short time after he was shot and during that time, he called his lawyer to put that last-moment note into his will.

“I inherited the rock collection and, after looking through the rocks, I discovered one of the rocks was painite. Having researched about each rock, I knew how rare it was. Most of the other rocks I donated to a museum but some I kept. On the other hand, would you like to see it?”

“Wow! That’s quite a mouthful to consume at once,” said Beric, who probably hadn’t been listening. He picked up his cup to find it empty. Disappointed, he reached for the pot to refill his cup. “Now what did you say?” He definitely was not listening.

“Yes, I would like to see it!” Adam shouted eagerly as he jumped up to his feet and bumped the table. He winced when the detective’s cup of coffee spilled over the table. “S-sorry about th-that,” he stammered, unsure of what to do.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” the detective said, waving his hand. Quickly, he grabbed a rag from the kitchen to soak up the brown liquid.

After the incident, the detective beckoned for his friends to follow him. They entered a door upstairs that led to his bedroom. A window was opened and a strong gust of wind blew inside. From under the bed, Detective Shervmack pulled out three suitcases. He reached for the one on the right and opened it, never having to unlock the case. It was filled with a variety of assorted items. After rummaging through the case for a while, the detective finally pulled out a small, red gem in anticipation. “Ah, here it is,” he said, holding the priceless object up to the light so as to get a better view. Shervmack handed the gem to Adam.

Inspecting it, he said, “This is the r-real deal alright.” Then he passed it toAlberta.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, cherishing the quality of the rock. “There are so few in the world and you have one of them? That’s amazing.” She gave the rock to Beric, whose mind had obviously been wandering off. As he held it, his face showed confusion. But then he recognized the gem for what it was.

“Man, this is huge!” he said with his eyes wide open. Then added, “Well, only if it really is that rare. You should sell it and get rich!”

“I don’t want to sell it though,” the detective replied, kindly accepting the rock back from Beric’s outstretched hand. “It’s important to me.”

“Ugh, my hair is messed up. Shut the window,”Albertasaid with annoyance. She patted her now wild hair. “May I be excused to the bathroom?” The detective nodded and she excused herself with a hairbrush in hand.

Shervmack placed the gem away into the box to the left. Then Adam realized, “Those suitcases are unlocked. You know how easy it w-would be to get in and steal the painite rock?”

Beric had walked over to a table next to the door and connected some earphones he found lying around to his iPod touch. He heard only part of the detective’s reply: “Well, I never put it back in the same box aft–” Then Beric put on the earphones to listen to some music as the detective watched his back. As he continued to talk, Shervmack put the cases back under the bed in an alternate order with only the box to the right in the same place.

Albertawas walking back to the bedroom from her trip to the bathroom. She heard the detective talking to Adam as she entered the room and stood next to them.

“I tend not to put the gem back in the center as most people would open it first,” the detective said. Shervmack was facingAlbertaas the wind blew at her hair again.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the window?” she retorted. “Now my hair is going to be messed up again!” She was trying to keep her hair from blowing around in the wind.

“Oh! Sorry,” the detective apologized. He promptly shut the open glass window and locked it.

Beric pulled the earphones out of his ears and placed them back on the table to rejoin the group, though he seemed more asleep than listening as he lied down on the bed. After some more discussion about the gem, they exited the bedroom to return to the living room. A few hours later, his guests left. The detective was by himself in his home again.

Detective Shervmack decided to retire to his bed and read a good mystery book. He walked upstairs and entered his bedroom. Suddenly, he froze. On the ground in front of his bed, two suitcases were opened. “No!” he shouted as he stumbled over to the suitcases. Searching again and again, he could not find the gem. Thinking back, he remembered all three guests going elsewhere at some point in time. They had all been gone long enough to search through the suitcases and steal the gem. Then a light bulb went off, he knew who did it. “Why would my friend steal from me?” he wondered.

Who stole the painite gem?

What clue(s) gave him or her away?


The following day, Detective Shervmack drove his energy efficient Chevy Volt to Beric Obarnum’s home. He knocked on the door and Beric answered. Happily, he said, “Hi there, old pal!”

The detective’s face did not respond with happiness. He looked at Beric sternly in the eye. “Why did you steal it yesterday?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Beric asked, faking a confused look and tone.

“You know what I mean.”

Beric let out a breath. “Okay, so you figured out I stole the gem. I was testing your skills so I left the cases open on purpose, just in case you’re wondering. How did you find out?” he asked, pulling the small, red gem out from his pocket and handing it carefully to Shervmack.

“Good,” the detective said, giving a relieved sigh. He still had some suspicions. “How I figured it out, eh? Well, if I recall correctly, two suitcases were opened when I came back to my bedroom. When you were distracted with the earphones with your back facing me, I had put the cases back with the left and the center ones switched.”

“I didn’t see that.”

“Yes, but Adam and I did, ask him yourself. Going on, you also heard me say I never put the gem back in the same place I take it out.”

“Correct,” Beric agreed. “Go on.”

Detective Shervmack continued, “So, you saw me put the gem into the case to the left. You decided to open that one first, but you didn’t find the gem because I switched the cases. Then, knowing that I don’t put the gem into the same case I took it out of, or the one on the right, you opened the box in the middle to find the gem. In total, you opened two cases so you were the one who stole it.”

“Yes,” he said, surprised. “That is exactly what happened. But the thing is, what about Adam andAlberta? They were possibilities too, weren’t they?”

“They certainly were possibilities and I thought about them too,” the detective said, preparing to give his explanation. “IfAlbertawere to have stolen the painite, there would have been three suitcases opened. She did not see me put the cases back in switched order so that the gem was in the center. Also, she had heard us talking about not putting the gem in the center, so she would not have opened the center box first.”

Beric cut him off, “I didn’t see or hear that.”

“Again, ask Adam or Alberta. It did happen. Continuing, she would have opened the box to the right because she saw that I had taken the gem out from there and because she didn’t hear me say that I never put the gem back in the same place. Then she would open the box to the left, as she would think that the gem wouldn’t be in the center case. Finally, she would open the center for a total of three boxes. Adam, of course, would have opened only one as he saw everything.”

Beric clapped his hands to compliment him. “Wow! Incredible! You’re a genius!”

Detective Shervmack Himels grinned and bowed just for fun. With his head near the ground, he said, “Thank you, thank you.” Then he stood back up and added, “Just don’t test me again.”

The Doom Machine Review

Last year, during ELA (English Language Arts) in 6th grade, I wrote a book review for homework. After handing it in to my teacher, she corrected some mistakes and handed it back to me. She gave the class a chance to send their review to the Democrat and Chronicle or keep it. I chose to send mine to Democrat and Chronicle. Today, I found my review in the newspaper (yay!). I have posted the one from the newspaper’s website.

The following is taken from: http://www.democratandchronicle.com/article/20111007/NEWS05/110070315/Children-s-book-review-Brighton-

The Doom Machine by Mark Teague

Reviewed by Muxing Zhao, a student at Twelve Corners Middle School in Brighton

What would you do with a machine capable of getting you practically anywhere in space? Using it to research other planets is one thing, but takeover is another.

In Mark Teague’s The Doom Machine, Skreeps, the spidery residents of Skreepia, intend to use this very machine to invade Earth. They have to be stopped, but not by the military or even the U.S. Army Outer Space Division, but by four ordinary earthlings residing in Vern Hollow, 55 years before today.

Among the four are two kids, Jack Creedle, a juvenile delinquent who repairs cars and alien spacecraft, and Isadora Shumway, a smart, young scientist. The ship they were kidnapped onto is headed for Skreepia. But along the way, they sneak off the spaceship and onto the foreign planet Arboria. Filled with barren land, the planet looks sad and uninhabitable. Until the Skreeps came, it used to be covered with trees. There, they meet strange creatures and surprisingly, another human, claiming to be from the year 2207.

From there on, they venture to Skreepia, a planet that is in horrific condition. Danger lurks around every corner. Garbage is everywhere, even in orbit around the planet, causing garbage to frequently rocket back to the ground. However, the biggest problem of all is that the Skreeps are ready to dominate Earth.

I couldn’t force my hands to let go of this book. Non-stop action and adventure fill the book from beginning to end. It was almost impossible to stop reading. I just had to find out what was going to happen next.

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Doodle 4 Google Entry

There was a Doodle 4 Google contest for 2011. I decided to enter it. Sadly, I didn’t win (as I predicted) but here’s my entry anyways.

Old MacDonald Had A Wadjamacallit?

Old MacDonald liked to play,
A game called basketball.
He tried to shoot it in the hoop,
Didn’t get close at all.
With a bang, “Ow!” here and a “Get out!” there,
Here’s a cop, there’s a cop, oh my gosh, the president!
Old MacDonald couldn’t play,
A simple little sport.

Old MacDonald liked to play,
A game that is called football.
He tried to score a quick touchdown,
But got crushed when a fat guy fell.
With a crunch, snap here and the ambulance there,
Here’s the ER, there’s the ER, trillions of broken bones,
Bang, “Ow!” here and a “Get out!” there,
Here’s a cop, there’s a cop, oh my gosh, the president!
Old MacDonald couldn’t play,
A simple little sport.

Old MacDonald liked to play,
A game where you kick a soccer ball.
He tried to get it in the goal,
But it came right back and whacked his skull.
With a kick, bonk here and a concussion there,
Here’s the brain, there’s the cells, losing all those brain cells,
Crunch, snap here and the ambulance there,
Here’s the ER, there’s the ER, trillions of broken bones,
Bang, “Ow!” here and a “Get out!” there,
Here’s a cop, there’s a cop, oh my gosh, the president!
Old MacDonald couldn’t play,
A simple little sport.

Old MacDonald liked to play,
A game of baseball
The pitcher pitched at lightning speed,
Down, came the wall.
With a falling brick wall and a ball in his head,
Here’s a brick, there’s a brick, everywhere is a ton of bricks,
kick, bonk here and a concussion there,
Here’s the brain, there’s the cells, losing all those brain cells,
Crunch, snap here and the ambulance there,
Here’s the ER, there’s the ER, trillions of broken bones,
Bang, “Ow!” here and a “Get out!” there,
Here’s a cop, there’s a cop, oh my gosh, the president!
Old MacDonald couldn’t play,
A simple little sport.

Old MacDonald was hopeless,
So he kicked a tiny little ball.
He broke his leg bone really bad,
How did that hap-? WARGLE!


It was 2136, a Läep Yarek or 364 day year. Friday the 13th was coming on Halxins Kneit and the ghost star, Hokarius Frikes, will be crashing on the same day. Unidentified Paranormal Events were beginning to occur, especially in Zqi Leine, one of the numerous floating cities of the world. Recently, Holos were invented that could communicate, interact with its environment, and had a physical body of light, making it more realistic than ever. Dr. Rachfield Kanlyz created them the day before Halxins Kneit. Is this all just a coincidence?

“It’s coming!” screamed Alex as he rocketed out of bed.
His twin, Martha, woke up with a start. “Ow! That was loud!”
“Sorry,” Alex apologized. “It was my dream. There were weird dead things coming for us.”
“What? That’s the same dream I had!”
They heard their parents’ footsteps running hurriedly towards their room. The door opened. “What’s wrong?” asked Mom.
“It was my dream. I had a nightmare,” Alex replied.
“Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were in trouble.”
It was six-thirty. After breakfast, their parents left for work. The twins got to stay home because there was no school that day. Alex played video games and Martha started to read.
A ghost appeared in the game Alex was playing. The figure wasn’t very clear. It was misty. The phantom spoke in a haunting voice, “Returning…” It struck the screen.
“Darn! I died again!” said Alex angrily. “Wait a minute. Where’d that ghost come from? There aren’t supposed to be any ghosts in the game.”
The house suddenly shook. There was a boom in the backyard.
“What was that?” asked Martha nervously.
“I dunno. I’m gonna go check.” Alex ran to the window with a view of the backyard where the sound had come from. He found nothing.
“It’s nothing,” he called to Martha.
Martha came to the window. “That’s weird. There has to be something that caused that noise.”
A faint glimmer caught her eye. “What was that?”
Alex had noticed it too. He shrugged. Then he realized, “It’s a ghost star!
The grass began to die around the invisible shimmering ghost star. The dead grass formed a perfect circle.
“A ghost star doesn’t do that, I don’t think,” said Martha slowly as she stared out the window. Her voice was starting to quaver.
A line of light drew a star inside the circle. All of a sudden, the circle gave, creating a deep chasm of never-ending darkness. Dead creatures crawled out from the hole, moaning and groaning. The light of day turned into pitch-black dark and the sky churned with dark uncontrollable clouds. A clap of thunder sounded in the distance like a bomb. Lightning struck right into the abyss.
“This is just like our dream,” stated Alex.
They stood there, their eyes transfixed on the rotting creatures. The creatures were humans. One started for the window, staring at them with its black, lifeless eyes. Realization struck the twins. All of the beasts were dead humans, zombies, the living dead.
“Call the police!” Martha screamed.
They scrambled to the 3Dvid Voice Phone. Scared, they called for the police. An officer appeared above the Hologram Pad. “What happened?” he asked.
“Z-z-zomb-b-bies!” stuttered Martha.
A breath was released. “You prank callers! Get out of my business!” He thought they were lying, but of course, they weren’t.
“Good-bye.” The holographic representation of the officer disappeared.
“No,” whispered Martha, losing hope. “We’re going to die.”
“No we won’t,” said Alex confidently.
The window was made out of a special glass that couldn’t be broken. Then the “unbreakable” window shattered. Creatures poured in. “Come join us,” they moaned, looking directly at them.
They screamed and ran for the front door bursting through it, running as fast as their legs could carry them. The chase was on. Martha and Alex were fast but the dead were faster. There were only a few inches until the zombies got a hold of them and dragged them to their death. Their arms reached in front of them, trying to grab them.
To the sides of the road were houses. The zombies were bashing through them, destroying anything alive. Shrill screams sounded, breaking the calm silence of the night.
Cars veered sharply off the road and the creatures quickly broke into the car, looking for the helpless people. One lucky car went straight through the crowd of zombies, crushing hundreds of them. The car passed but there were no crushed zombies visible. Unfortunately, there were still thousands more, pouring out of the hole. Finally, a zombie got a hold onto Martha and pulled.
“Help!” she shrieked.
Alex faltered in his step, that let them catch up and he was down too. They were going to be killed.
“Hey!” shouted an anonymous person.
Alex looked up to get a glimpse at who it was but got quickly pounced on by a skeleton full of rotting flesh. Its breath was freezing cold. A stream of hot, blinding blue-white light streaked above Alex. It came so close that it scorched the hairs on the back of his neck. The zombie got whipped off of him. He was free! Slowly, he lifted himself up to his feet and started running towards the man who held the laser gun. The man holding the gun was Dr. Rachfield Kanlyz, their parents’ friend. The trigger on the gun was pulled and a shot blast the zombies above Martha with extreme accuracy. Soon the twins were back together with Dr. Kanlyz. Running like an Olympic gold medallist, they got to the professor’s house, slammed the metal door, and locked it with the holographic lock. A zombie slammed against the door uselessly.
“Thanks for saving us,” Alex said between breaths.
“Yeah. We would’ve been dead,” said Martha. She was pale and looked to be about to faint.
“It was no big deal. Well, to you probably not. You should be happy I was out there,” Dr. Kanlyz said calmly.
“Why were you outside?” Martha asked.
“I was testing the new Holo I made. It has several new features, including a physical body that is formed by light. If it were to punch you, you would feel it,” he said proudly.
Alex seemed a bit angry. “No time to brag, doctor.”
“You said that if it were to punch you, you would feel the effect?” Martha asked. She seemed to be deep in thought.
“Yes, that would be correct,” he said. “What are you thinking?”
“You think we could use them to get those dead guys to stop?”
“Ah! What a bright idea! Of course, the Holos are relatively new and could malfunction…” He trailed off. “But we could always give it a try.”
“Great, I think.”
“I’ll have to explain it first.”

A helmet was attached to their heads, a virtual reality helmet. It wasn’t really virtual reality. That’s because it was from the view of the Holo that they would shortly be transferred to. They could then control the Holo and fight the zombies without actually getting hurt. The transfer began.

The bright figures of Alex and Martha appeared on the street in front of the rampaging zombies, crashing through the streets, heading straight for them. They were prepared. Alex punched the first one he saw, actually making contact where its stomach used to be. It screeched and disintegrated. Dust fluttered to the ground and melted into it, returning to its underground home. More zombies tackled Alex and Martha. Martha fainted and disappeared. Alex quickly turned into the old-fashioned Holos that you could pass straight through. This resulted in the zombies accidentally hitting each other and disintegrating. He kept making more and more of the dead creatures fall to dust. A strike of lightning came out of nowhere and struck Alex. His figure blinked, and went out. Suddenly, they were back at the doctor’s house. Moaning zombies still roamed the streets.
“Did you get them to stop?” Dr. Kanlyz asked.
“A lot,” Alex replied sarcastically as he took off his Virtu Helmet.
His sister lay sleeping on a nearby couch. She woke up looking shaken. Still a bit drowsy, she asked, “What happened?”
“You fainted,” Alex said simply.
“Oh,” she said. She slowly became aware of her surroundings. “Whew! I thought we were still in that zombie nest. Did we win?”
“Of course not. It was two against a billion,” he scoffed, “What do you think?”
A crash sounded from the front entrance.
“What the?” the doctor said, startled.
Then they heard a rasping voice, “You won’t be getting away anytime soon.”
“They got in!” Dr. Kanlyz was so surprised that he shouted out loud. He struck his mouth. “Shoot!”
“I know where you are,” the zombie taunted.
They heard the sound of several pairs of feet stepping on the marble floor. Oddly, the sound of footsteps also came from upstairs, walking down the steps to the first floor.
“It’s my great-great-grandfather, Rizeimbor! I’ve been caring for him. How’s he coming down? He’s 178,” said the puzzled doctor.
Rizeimbor, as Dr. Kanlyz called him, appeared at the foot of the stairs. Lines of old age appeared all over his face and hands. He held a cane. In his free hand was a stick, a short stick. The zombie started for him. Then it froze as he spoke in a weakened voice,

“You have risen up from below the grounds,
Roamed the soil above like prowling hounds.
You have caused deaths,
You have helped none,
You have caused wrecks,
You have done wrong.
Stop your prowling,
Stop your moaning.
Return to ground,
Let peace be found.
Rosevf ierkand, traak deir lei fand.” (Magic arise, this is my last stand.)

The tip of the stick began to glow. Blinding white light lit up the night. The twins covered their eyes. All of a sudden, it came to an end. The light disappeared, along with Rizeimbor and the zombie. A stick lay on the ground, the one the doctors great-great-grandfather had held. No sounds came from outside. There was an eerie silence. Then Martha let out the breath she had been holding.
“What just happened?” Alex said silently, a bit dazed.
“I think he just made the zombies disappear,” said the wide-eyed Dr. Kanlyz.
“What’d he say at the end?” asked Martha, staring blankly at the empty space where Rizeimbor was just a few seconds ago.
“I dunno. Never heard of that language,” the doctor said slowly with a twinge of uneasiness in his voice. He walked over to the dropped stick and picked it up. A piece of paper was wrapped around it. It read simply, farewell. Tears began to form in his eyes. Light glinted on a teardrop as it fell from his eyes, splashing on the paper. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “You should head on home now. I think those dead guys are gone.”
“Okay,” said Alex, a bit unsure of what to do.
“Quickly please.”
The twins returned to the zombie cleansed roads and began walking back home. The disaster caused by them was still there. The storm had calmed down, reduced to a small breeze. The sun was beginning to lower into the distant countryside.
They reached home. Martha went to get some rest. The events of today were too much for her. Alex went to the back window. He looked at the green, healthy looking grass. There was a faint outline of a star on the grass. In the center…was grass.

Magic and Terror

The Discovery

Jayke Arengeare went into the basement of the new house. They had just moved in not long ago. As he walked around, he thought he heard something in his head telling him to grab a place along the wall and pull. He felt along the wall and grabbed a small handle. He pulled using a lot of strength and a square shaped door opened. Inside was a book. That’s weird, he thought.
He pulled it out and saw that there was no title or author. He carefully opened the book, as it looked very old. Placed in the book was a key. There were a few words written in the book. They read simply: Close door. Unlock. Open.
Jayke thought, and then closed the door. He dusted the door and found a keyhole. He took the key, stuck it in the keyhole, and turned. The door opened again, but this time it wasn’t empty. There was a small box in it. Jayke removed it from the small compartment to examine it. It had elaborate faded gold designs engraved all over the box. Though old, the gold still shined. It looked like it was made out of wood.
“Jayke! Dinner!” his mom yelled from upstairs.
“Coming!” Jayke yelled back.
He shut the door and took out the key. Placing the key carefully back in the book, he hurried up the stairs out of the basement. After dinner, he tried putting the key in the keyhole in the box. I didn’t fit. He decided to leave it until tomorrow. He finished his homework and later, went to sleep.
The alarm clock went off.
Jayke whacked the clock to turn it off, and then yawned. “Stupid alarm clock,” he muttered.
He got up, got dressed, brushed his teeth, and went to the dining room. Jayke got a box of cereals out. He pulled, from the fridge, a milk carton. He dumped some cereal and milk into a bowl, picked up a spoon, and started eating the cereal.
His mom came. “Tired?” she asked Jayke.
“Did you finish your homework?”
“Ready for school?”
Jayke put the bowl in the dishwasher and washed the spoon. He picked up his backpack and waved good-bye to his mom. In the backpack were the box and the book. He wanted to show his friends Martha and Alex. He went outside to get to the bus stop. Martha (who lived next door) was already there. The bus came and they got on. They sat in an empty 3-seater.
Jayke took out the book and the box to show Martha.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Something I found in the basement yesterday,” Jayke replied, “I feel some sort of power coming from the box.”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s in the book?”
“What’s in what book?” came Alex from nowhere.
“Whoa, where’d you come from?” asked Jayke, startled by his sudden appearance.
“Two seats back.” He pointed to the seat. “Anyway, about the book.”
“Right, there’s like nothing in it except for a key and like five words or so of writing.”
“Why so little?” Alex asked.
“No clue.”
“And the book’s that thick!”
Jayke opened the book to show them, but this time there were more words.
“Hey, there are more words!” Jayke exclaimed.
“What do they say?” Martha asked.
“Your room. Right wall. Push.”
“What does that mean? Push the right wall of your room? That’s dumb. It’s like slamming your face into a pole,” Alex said.
“What happened yesterday in the basement?” Martha asked.

Jayke told them about the voice he had heard and how he found the door. How he’d taken out the book and the box from the secret compartment in the wall.
“Interesting,” said Alex, “Can I see that box?”
“Sure.” Jayke handed him the box.
“Have you tried opening it?”
“Yes, using the key, but it didn’t open.”
“Is that gold?” Alex asked a bit to loudly
The bus got a bit noisier because of that. “Quiet down! I’m tryin’ to
drive here!” shouted the bus driver. The bus went quiet instantaneously, and soon talking began again, but not as loud.
“Jeez Alex! Not so loud!” Jayke hissed.
“Well sor-ry! Anyway, is it real gold?” He whispered.
“I don’t know if it is or not, but from the looks of it, maybe.”
“I wonder what’s inside it?”
“Hey, can you guy’s come over to my house after school?”
And girl you mean,” Martha corrected.
“Yeah I can,” Alex said.
“I can too,” Martha said.
“Great.” Jayke said.
Soon the bus arrived at their school. Jayke was bored most of the day, looking at the clock and willing it to go faster. He tried to mentally make it go faster. It didn’t work. He wished he hadn’t looked at the book until the bus ride back home. That way he wouldn’t have tuned out of class so much.
“Jayke, can you please explain what an igneous rock is to everyone please?” asked his science teacher. “Jayke?”
“What? Oh, sorry. Um. Igneous rocks are one of the three major groups of rocks. It is created underground or above ground when magma or lava has solidified.”
“Thank you. Please pay a little more attention during class next time please. Thank you.”
“I expect more from you Jayke.”
After that, the rest of the day went by the same way. Finally, at the end of the day, he threw on his backpack and ran out of the school. He dashed up the steps onto his bus. He was the first one on.
“Whoa. Slow down there, buddy. What’s the rush?” asked the bus driver.
“Something amazing is going to happen today,” Jayke replied.
“I don’t know yet, but something very interesting is going to happen.”
Jayke continued and took a seat at the front of the bus so he could get off quickly. Pretty soon the bus started to fill up with kids. Again, Alex, Martha, and Jayke sat together in one seat.
They sat in the seat for 30 or so minutes and finally reached Jayke’s stop. He and Martha got off there, but Alex didn’t because he had already been dropped off at the neighboring street. He lived in the house behind
Jayke’s. Alex was waiting for them. Martha had to go ask her parents if she
could go to Jayke’s house. They let her go.
They went into Jayke’s room and looked at the right wall.
“That looks like that wall was made to not move,” Alex commented. “It’s made from concrete.”
“Well it should move,” Jayke said, “if this is real.”
“I hope it is ‘cause that would be awesome.”
They went to the wall started pushing it. They put a lot of pressure one the wall. It shifted, and then it moved a bit. It started moving more and more.
“How much longer, (huff), do we have to push this thing? (Puff) My arms are dying!” Alex said between breaths.
“I don’t know, (huff), but soon!” Jayke was starting to get tired.
Then it suddenly gave away. They fell onto the floor that had been exposed from the wall, but instead of crashing into the ground and breaking their noses, they went through the ground and fell.
Falling, faster and faster. Screaming.
It seemed like hours. If not, days.
Then they hit rock bottom. Strangely, they hadn’t gotten hurt. Not a single bruise or scratch.
There was a long hallway, seeming to go on into infinity. When they came crashing down, all had gone quiet for a huge shadow covered them. There was a giant in the house.


Its back was turned to them. It seamed to be working on something.
“I’m going to check the book,” Jayke whispered to Martha and Alex.
“Do it fast,” Martha whispered back.
Jayke opened his backpack slowly so that the sound of the zipper would be reduced. He slowly took out the book and flipped it open. There were new words:

Into the Mystic Room you fall, into the never-ending hall.
Where the Cyclops is working, while guarding what you’re seeking.
On the table lies the key; the lock will soon be free.
Another box is here, the key is not near.
Drink the blood-red water, Jayke, the power of fire is now awake.
Fall in through the black water, and save the true Ledgazee leader.
Defeat the evil Ledgazee by fire, and escape or the Cyclopes will appear.

Jayke showed the book to Martha and Alex.
“So that’s a Cyclopes? Oh boy,” whispered Alex.
“We can’t reach the table with the Cyclopes there, so we need to lure it away,” Martha said.
“Great idea,” Alex whispered, then to the Cyclopes, “Hey booger face! Is that your face or did someone put it in an oven?”
“Alex! Not like that!” shouted Martha.
“Then what way? Oh. Never mind. Gotta run.”
The Cyclopes had turned to face them.