CNF Myth

Bruce was small, made of bubble wrap and created to be popped by all the little kids as a toy. He was made in a matter of 4 weeks by a little old french lady whose only dreamw as to have precious kid of her own. Unfortunately she couldnt so she spent her years creating toys that boys and girls could play with. Bruce was a unique toy. He was made as a joke for kids who had chicken pox and would try to pop them. One dau when the little old lady was putting the final touches on Bruce she pulled out a bottle of paint that she had never seen before. Across the bottle the words said magic black. The little old lady dotted bruces eyes with the paint. Bruce eyes blinked. The lady starred in amazement. She stood gasped as again the toy blinked. The toy then pointed to the paint. He had full movement in his legs and arms. The lady screamed and ran to the door. She could not get a handle of the door knob and fell to the ground where she was on the toys level. The toy picked up the paint and the brush and began to walk over to the lady. He stuck his arm out holding the brush. The lady slowly grabbed the brush out of bruce hand and then reched for the paint out of the other. The toy point to where his mouth should be. The lady dipped the brush into the paint and patiently created a mouth on the bubble wrap bruce creation. The bruce yawn and let out a "finally." The lady then murmered something bruce could not hear. The lady then knew she would have to finish painting Bruce. She painted ears and then told the toy, "hold on" as she was going to paint the rest of him. She painted him hair and a nose and he was complete. The toy became a real human and was fully functional. The lady finally had a son of her own and the toy was a real boy.

CNF Nothing

   Its been a really rough day. Im talking to you to put a smile on my face. You ask what im doing and i click reply. Do i just tell her how i am really sad and just sitting on the couch watching television? I click the keys that type out nothing and hit send.
   I write nothing to hide my feeling. To show no emotion or any signs of weakness. When i give off the impression that im doing nothing, i am embarresed of what im doing. i think most people say they are doing nothing when they are hurt because they are either not close with the person and they dont want to be known as the depressed and sad kid to people that dont know them. Another reason is they might not want to talk about it because talking about it only brings it up and keeps it in their mind. For them to feel better it needs to be out of their head and since talking about it only makes people think about it, it is better to not talk about it at all for some people. The thought will go away if you just reply nothing. We say nothing to people because it is easier. Its easier to just hide our feelings and not speak of them at all. It takes comfort and trust to talk about feelings with someone, but trust isnt an easy thing to have with someone either. So we are stuck with two difficult questions. One, Do we trust the person to not go spreading our feelings around? And two, Is it worth bring everything up to talk about the feelings you have when it is just as easy to say nothing and avoid the pitty im sorrys.
   My phone starts to buzz. Its a text from the person i replied nothing to. I scroll my finger over to click open. I read the text, " whats wrong". Crap! Was it obvious that something is wrong? Does everyone now know that if something is wrong they reply nothing? Do i reply nothing again and avoid everything? I type out what i want to say and i begin to watch my show again.
  

Winter CNF

The holidays were a special time for julio. Every year julio's family would get together to feast on plump turkey for thanksgiving and rip paper off boxes to glance at what each other has got for one another. The winter holidays for julio was a time that his family would come together.
On November 24th, a day before thanksgiving, Julio's mom went out shopping. It was very icy that morning and pre caution was to be used when driving. Coming home she received a call that her mom was sick. She drove like a pissed off teenager home. She hit a patch of ice and slid into the house. Julio heard the crash from the backyard. He turned to see his mom dead in the car and dad hit by the car, blood spilling out. Later that night, Julio's only grandma died.
  That year, Julio spent the holidays alone...

food cnf

I can remember the last time i went to my favorite food place, Mongolian BBQ. I walked into the palace of stir fry food and heard the gentle playing of the song Lighters by Bad Meets Evil with Bruno Mars. The aroma of the grilled tender meat and the juicy fat noodles turned my mouth into a sprinkler. I gazed upon the establishment, the tiny statue attracted my eye, it stood next to the soda machine that was on the counter and it fascinated me. It was of a large man sitting at peace with the world. His large gut was sticking out and it lay flat on his legs. It reminded me of peace and relaxed me for my meal.
I walked over to where the food was stationed, I glanced quickly back and forth at the meat to choose from. They offered five different types of meat to choose from, I decided to go with chicken and beef. I placed they meat into my bowl piece by piece, picturing in my head the pleasure I was going to receive when the food lands on my taste buds. I then walked over to the plump noodles. The large broad noodles caught my attention. They were exactly what my bowl needed to make it what it needed to be. I hid the meat with piles of noodles. After i glanced over to the vegetables. I imagined what every bite would be with a veggie in it. No veggie pleasured my taste and i quickly lunged pass the vegetables to choose the sauce of my choice. Water already filling my mouth to capacity, i slowly scooped the spiciest sauce and mixed it with soy sauce. It was the perfect combo of sauce. They complimented each other with harmony and had my taste buds falling in love. My meal was complete. The oriental man grabbed the bowl of raw meat and uncooked noodles doused in sauce. He tossed it on the heating grill and i heard the sizzle of the meat. The sizzle was like tasting it itself. The flavor of spicy meat and noodles over ran my mouth before taking a bite of what was about to be a glorious meal. The man flung my now cooked meal into the bowling with a swish of his sticks. I grabbed my bowl right out of the hand of the man, not letting it even touch the counter. Not wasting a second of time from having to pick it up. I ran to my to my table and planted my self against the wall in the booth. I dug my fork into the bowl. Steam blew off the food and lifted into the air. I shoveled the meal right into my mouth savoring every bite i could. Its deliciousness was something that i could not compare to anything.

CNF photo

Nick Bruce

Period 4

  Our never ending drive to chico state. The hours that felt like
years, suddenly changed to hours that felt like seconds with the
random statement smile for the picture. Every click another picture
that writes one more chapter in the history book that is my friendship
with Kirsten. She grabs the visor and quickly yells silly face! She
then snapped the picture as fast as a cheetah runs a 40 yard dash. She
looks at the picture and laughs that I smiled and she made a
ridiculous clown face. She then holds up her phone again and tries to
snap another picture hoping to catch me off guard and get me doing a
funny face. Revenge was never good to Kirsten because she missed my
face and only got hers doing another clown face in the picture. She
then looked over and starred at me with the look of a wife
disappointed in her husband: that made it sound like we married lol.
She starts to try and tell me what to do to get me to make a silly
face for the picture, She finally convinces me to make the silly face
she wanted to see. She yells ChEESE and snaps the picture. She started
to laugh even before she looked at the picture. She revolves the phone
to where I can see it like a man in a spinny chair. It’s a picture of
me making a clown face and her laughing. Kirsten then exclaimed that’s
facebook worthy. Somehow I knew she would do this to me.

String of Memories

I love this sport. Ball being rejected by the room like a girl turning down a guy the ball bounces out of the rim as i watch my dream of a game winning shot fade yet, I love this sport. The pain of watching from the sideline, while my arms is captured in a cast, my team getting destroyed wishing i could just touch the ball once yet, I love this sport. Running, hands in the air as the final buzzer sounded in the championship game, receiving my first trophy for basketball smile on my face waiting for anticipation to just grab and hold it up. Dang i love this sport. Walking into a game arms shaking, palms sweaty, and stomach falling un-defeated season on the line. The nerves that go through the body before an import game that i hate and wish to go away every time yet i love this sport. The pain of a coach calling out a play when it wont work and just shaking my head and going on with it just so i can play the game because, i love this game. Through every tear, smile, and drip of sweat shed i will always love this sport.

Why I Write

Writing. an action. a verb that lets you put on paper what your feeling, your thoughts, anything you want to say. writing to me is a gift and a freedom that allows me to say what i want while being able to hit the delete button or use an eraser if what i want to say doesnt come out right. this is what i thought of when the teacher asked me. "why do you write?"

Ticks

As the hand moves along time starts to fade. the sound of the click as each second goes by for when it finally reaches the time where i can do what i please. as i sit in class now i relieze what i am doing. everytime i wish for the clock to speed up i am wishing to grow up. i am wishing for another chapter of my life to begin and to turn the page on a section of my life. Am i wishing my life away? should i hope that each second goes faster and faster so i can do what i want? but then what happens for when it reaches the time? i have wished for every second to go faster and faster and now i can no longer live in the moment and am always looking ahead watching the clock tick seconds away until the time i want is reached. or do i live in the moment and never look at the future? if pain is all i am feeling do i still live for the moment and no wish to speed up the clock. Is it good to wish for the clock to be sped up or live for the moment? you tell me.

Eyes Wide Open

Black soles scraping against the pavement. The nike swoosh that sums up a whole history of clothing and products. The laces that have been crossed and pulled together hundreds of times. This does not just describe shoes. This describes protection from pain and suffering that people avoid that less fortunate cannot. Next time your pulling those laces tight take time to think of what your shoes do and how grateful you should be.

Chillin

Just created this thing and now im just hanging in class with my boy matt white. nevermind he just walked away. cool..... So im pretty excited for whatever this is and i think i will learn alot from this.