Are you aware that more than 57 million square miles of land are used for housing globally? Did you know that more than 150 million people are homeless worldwide? Scientists and experts around the globe agree that living in treehouses may provide an economical and eco forward solution to these problems.
Global superstar and Habitat for Humanity advocate Arnold Schwarzenegger has swapped out his mansion for an arboreal abode. He states that living in the leaves has “made me more connected to nature”, and credits his new living situation with a positive change to his mental and physical health. The style of living has started to trend amongst millennials, due to the lack of mortgages and a hip, cool and trendy feeling towards alternative living.
Construction professionals are praising the new form of living, due to the easy and fast construction times, and their safe and ergonomic designs. Many in the construction industry are encouraging families to invest in the homes, as they are child safe and easy to expand upon later. On a larger scale, governments and environmental advocates are seeing vast benefits, including more housing availability due to their smaller size and virtually no ground space, while still maintaining privacy and security.
With all these benefits surrounding this new form of living, the only question left is will you do your part to help solve homelessness and create a smaller environmental footprint by moving into your own cedar chalet?
A piece of persuasive writing by Liam Murray
The crisp fall leaves crunched under Sam’s feet as he scoured the forest. As he searched, he puzzled over how he had lost his wallet while he was stargazing last night. He remembered the dazzling stars and swirling galaxies, and how clear the sky had been, there wasn’t a cloud in sight all night. Sam had made it an annual tradition to spend a week in his favourite campsite each fall, to get away from the city’s lights, sounds and pollution. He was in quite a rush, as he had to leave his campsite by 10am, so he could make it back to the city before nightfall. He dejectedly returned back to the campsite to finish packing. As he loaded the last bag into his truck, he looked back at the picnic table, laying on top was his brown worn-leather wallet. Sam cursed under his breath about how he had already looked there, and how it must have moved. Relieved but annoyed, Sam got behind the wheel, turned the ignition and peeled out of the campsite, determined to keep his wallet with him next time, until he lost it at a Tim Horton’s on the way home.
Written by Liam Murray for English 9
There once was a raven-haired child with blood-red eyes. Around the child's neck was a thin, silver chain. From that chain hung an emerald ring. There was nothing special about the ring. It was just an ordinary ring. The child could not read, write, or speak. The child could not be seen either, but that was never a problem. The child never got lost. See, it was the child that was special. It was the wind, water, fire, and earth. The child was a guide. It was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The child's name was Death.
Just some random word vomit, beginning with a 'story starter'.
The roller coaster stopped and we were left upside down..
The coaster clung to the metal bars that were the tracks, unmoving. I grasped to the bars that held me in the coaster, my mouth in a voiceless scream. I looked over to the stranger than sat beside me, his wide eyes shimmering with tears of terror. He grinned, like this was some sort of joke, like the operators would do this to make the ride even more exhilarating. This thought crossed my mind, but I refused to believe it. I heard a small child shriek with fear behind me. There were children on this ride, what kind of maniac would attempt this feat? The metal rails groaned, not used to holding this kind of weight for a long period of time. People were muttering to themselves or their friends and family, not entirely sure what to do. I could hear the tourists below us shuffle out of the roller coaster's shadow, looking up with mouths agape. Employees rushed around, looking for assistance, or someone to get the roller coaster moving once more, I wasn't sure. The metal tracks creaked again, sending a flurry of screams from the people on board again. I felt the roller coaster try to come back to life, inching forwards in small bursts. The butterfly in my stomach eased for a moment, before fluttering back to life once we stopped. I sighed out of frustration, looking over to the man beside me. His grin was still there, plastered on his face like paper mache. I stared, confused, at him. He didn't get time to scream as the shoulder restraints lifted, sending us tumbling out of the seats.
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These prompts are great for improving your writing skill, they even come in books you can fill out over time, whenever you feel like.
The Project of 7006
In a science lab, on a planet not too far away that was just like Earth except for the fact that the people on the planet were corrupt.
In a lab that was kept away from civilization, three animals were created, if you could call them that. The Animals, they were monsters. A mixture of two animals that should never had been put together.
The first was a mixture of a clam and a lamb. Can you guess the name of this horrid creature?
Clam Lamb, boring name I know this was the first experiment so the scientists weren’t too creative with this name, nobody knows. There were multiple wrong things about this very odd Creature. The first thing that was wrong about this creature is that they had giant mouse ears, had eyes that were like cats except really big, the next thing that was wrong it's in had razor sharp teeth how that happened no one knows, next there was one leg out of the four that was misshapen and they all came out like this it had a squiggly leg with a boot! The two back legs are at the end of the clam shell, there was one leg and on that leg was the second leg, how the scientist came up with this idea was probably just a practical joke but they soon became fond of it.
The second animal is a Fleur, now you might be thinking what is a fleur. A fleur is a mix between a flower and a bear interesting enough it is just a normal brown bear but the flower can vary between sunflowers, or Daisy or any other type of flower. There was nothing wrong with this creature; they didn't have too many problems with it. Now the 3rd creature Ragull, a Ragull is a mixture between a rabbit and a seagull, the creature had wings of the sea gull, bunny feet and mixture between a rabbit and a seagull body the tails were the seagulls and bunny ears. Nothing was wrong with this creature Except for the fact that it was super loud, like incredibly loud, if a normal human heard it they eardrums would bursted so whenever the scientist came in to feed the Ragull they would have to wear earmuffs to block out the sound.
The scientists also decided to make a hybrid plant. The hybrid plant was a mix between a daisy and a corn stock, the Dornie they called it. This plant Had a ton of nutrients.
But then something terrible happened the outside oxygen of the planet got into the chamber with the three animals in it. The air from the outside only seemed to corrupt half of the population of the creatures. Starting with the Ragull. The yells got louder and louder the earmuffs started to not work. And not to mention the Ragull is a very fast flyer and a very high jumper. The Abilities of the creature increased. Problem number two, ok so Fleur is a majestical creature and there is nothing wrong with it until the corruption came. The Fleur’s became evil, vicious, ripping things and destroying anything that was in it’s way. Last of the three clam lamb’s, the corruption hit them hard, so clam lamb could already run fast but now with the corruption they were bolting around the sanctuary, also to add on top of that being absolutely terrifying wherever they would go they were destroying everything in its tracks.
By this corruption happening, the scientists' study of the creatures was ruined and they could not continue their research, until the virus was gone. So what the scientists decided to do was to put a special and very specific gas to knock out the creatures so they could take them into the lab and try to get rid of the corruption. Thankfully the procedures worked and they decided to tweak the creature so they could be immune to a virus of some sort of corruption like that again. The experiment was continued and all was well until…
To be continued!
By Roxie Bilesky
In the grand scheme of things I probably shouldn’t be freaking out, I mean, I am really scared. Maybe this is completely rational. Maybe…. WAIT IS THAT ANOTHER LIVING THING!?!?!?!??! I ran as fast as my little duck drumsticks called legs, would carry me. “HEY, OVER HERE!!! LOOK AT ME.. LOOK AT ME!!” The thing turned around and… and IT WAS A SOME SORT OF A BIRD!!....... “HoNk hOnK”. What type of bird I have no idea… But it was big and white. “HELLO BREATHING THING.” I say because I haven't seen a moving thing in about 1.5 days… “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…… Hi.” its says back. “IS YOU REAL???” unable to put a sentence together. “Yes??...”. “Wanna go on an adventure with me?” “I mean k….”, and that's when it all started.
I was born on a Saturday around 6pm. I was crafted from Roxie’s dad’s old sock.
My beak and my eyes were drawn on with a fabric sharpie, then the worst part of it was time for surgery. She took off the heel of the sock and sewed it back together. Then to hide the scar she took fuzzy snakeskin fabric and made me a scarf, so sewed it TO ME. It was so painful. Roxie calls me sassy but I think it’s just my personality she doesn’t like.
comment if you like it i am planning on doing a part.2 by Roxie Bilesky
Isabelle Desjardines was an excellent musician. She could play 20 different instruments as a professional, but she was best at the piano. She could play Mozart, Beethoven and Bach. She could even write her own pieces!
One night, after dinner, she came upstairs, down the hall and into the small room with her baby grand piano in it. She sat down at her piano and rolled up her sleeves. She flipped through her thick 600 page book filled with sheet music for the piano and settled on Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata.
She then started with a few chords. She would go up and down the scale, down and up, and then she was ready, her fingers warm.
Just then, she felt someone breathing on the back of her neck. She spun around but to find no one there, only her window was open. She stood to close it, but before she shut the window, she looked outside.
Standing in front of her home was a man dressed in all black. He had his back facing towards her, but he sent shivers down her spine.
She shut her window and locked it. She then closed the silk curtains.
She sat back down at her piano. She was ready.
She began. Her fingers pressing down on the keys gracefully and gliding over them to the next. It wasn’t a very difficult piece for her, but she still loved the music so much it brought her so much joy. It was very calming and relaxing, and if you were watching her, you would have been mesmerized by her fingers pressing the keys perfectly on time. She would turn the page perfectly with one hand without having to pause at all.
She opened her eyes halfway through the song. The faster part is where she has some difficulty. It started to go so fast, one hand went back and forth between notes and the other pressed others at record speed. Then one hand slowed down but the other continued with its million miles an hour section.
She started to get the hang of the section, just like she always did and she started to smile. It’s the best part of the song.
Then she did what she’s never done before. She hit a wrong note. She stopped everything and looked down to the left side of the piano. Just next to where her hand was, a key was pressed down. But she was not pressing it. She looked closer and it and she pressed down on it quickly. The key sprang back up and the long deep note stopped.
She sighed and made a mental note to get that key fixed if it was sticking. She turned the pages back and restarted the section. The same thing happened. The same key in the same measure.
She felt someone breathing down her neck and she turned around. Her window was open again. She looked outside, but the man was gone. She closed her window and the curtains for a second time. She continued with her piece, managing to get past the sticking key, and she felt the wind on her back again. She tried to ignore it, but it got colder and colder, so she had no choice but to close the window for hopefully the last time.
She turned around and screamed with surprise.
“Oh I’m sorry, Isabelle,” the man said, backing up, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s quite alright, just knock before you enter please,” Isabelle said, recovering quickly from her scare.
“I didn’t want to disturb you while you were playing,” the man walked around the piano to sit on the black couch facing her.
“Don’t worry about that,” Isabelle turned the pages of her music to the very beginning.
“May I listen?”
“I suppose so, since I can’t really tell you to leave,” she nodded and began.
She played the beginning perfectly, without any flaws. Then she moved on to the second part, and finally the faster part. The look in her face is of pure concentration, and as she neared the part where the key sticks, she watched her hand to make sure she’s not pressing it.
She got closer and closer to it when it happened. She was watching her hand and her fingers weren’t even close when it was pressed down. The key pressed itself down!
The stopped and scooted away from the left side of the piano. She looked up to the man sitting on the couch but he wasn’t there. She looked back to the key and there he was, pressing it down.
Isabelle stood and started to back away from the man who was only staring at the key he was pressing down.
The man looked up at Isabelle then and he smiled.
“Beautiful piece,” he started to slowly walk towards her and she slowly started to back up towards the door.
The man passed the keys and the sheet paper flew everywhere as the window slid open. Wind blew into the small room and the piano started to play Moonlight Sonata all by itself. The man ran his hand over the shiny black baby grand piano as he got closer to Isabelle. She fumbled for the door handle and yanked it open. She ran down the hall and into her bedroom. She slammed the door quickly behind her and locked it.
The man walked down the hall casually as the piano continued with its playing. The wind just got stronger as he got closer to her door and all her loose sheet music flew around the room and out the window.
Isabelle was hiding behind her door, listening to the piano and the man’s footsteps. Then she gasped when he was right outside her door. She could see his shadow under the door.
She backed away when he started to knock lightly. She sat on her bed, paralized with fear, while he continued knocking.
Then the knocking stopped when the piano stopped playing.
The next day, Isabelle woke up in the piano room. She thought it was all just a bad dream, but the room was a mess. After cleaning it all up she remembered that she lives alone and she’s never seen that man before in her life.
written by: Brooklyn Card
Hi I am a duck. My name is quack quack which is duck for Jamie. As a duck I do duck things. I wonder how many times I can say duck in a sentence, apparently 2 times.
Something weird has happened recently. All the humans have gone away. That means no food, no love, even though I attack people, they are my friends and no making fun of people with Carl.
Dang I really miss bread, and Carl he ran away with a little human thing that took him, AND PROBABLY GAVE HIM ALL THE BREAD!!!! Darn humans. I don't understand their logic, feeding us then leaving, I mean we get attached, man. I don’t understand how they do it, I’m pretty cute for a duck. But that was like a few days ago. Now I’m alone and I’m gonna go on an adventure to find Carl.
-By Lily Rogers-
Every morning I like to watch the sunrise. I love the way it dries the dampness of my branches. Sometimes I like to sway in unison with the wind. It can be freezing, damp, dewey, sunny, or snowy. But no matter what, standing right in the middle of Diefenbaker Park is where I want to be. When winter arrives, and white powdery snow covers me like a blanket, children slide down the hill in their funny shaped platforms. It’s hard to focus on them when I have to try to keep forty pounds of snow on my body. One day soon, the snow will melt away, and soon it will become what humans call, “Summer”
At this time of year, it is the hardest to survive. Lots of summer days, I can hear the loud school bell ring, and kids screaming with joy. But that isn’t a problem. We trees barely get any rain, leaving us as dry as can be. During this time, people like to rest underneath me, or lean on the side of me, so they are shielded from the burning sun. Some people treat me poorly. They throw hard objects at me, and kick me. But they could care less. For me, each time it happens, it hurts me like I’ve never been hurt before.
Fall arrives shortly after summer leaving me in the cold. My branches start to fall off, which means I’m getting old. At times, my branches are picked off by humans, and other times, they just fall. I usually watch other trees just fall all together. Not just a branch, but the whole entire tree. And one day, that tree is me. I have fallen to the depths of a sharp chainsaw. Voices are shouting, “She’s a biggy! She’s falling towards the left! Watch out, boys!” Then my body hits the ground with a loud thump. A couple years after my death, the remains of me will be transferred onto a toilet paper rack. I will be flushed, and start all over again.