RIO'S DECEMBER E-ZINE
RIO DOES FAN FICTION (and other stuff)
Spaghetti by Lelainna Dahl
The spaghetti looked at me with those saucy eyes. I then continued to eat it. Our love will live on in my stomach.
Dragon Fan Fiction by Emma Train
Warning: This is incredibly weird. Reader discretion is advised
It was late at night and I wandered into the woods for no good reason. I saw a pair of glowing green eyes in the shadows. A large dragon emerged from the forest and snarled. IT then swallowed me and barfed me up somewhere.
It was late at night and I wandered into the woods for no good reason. I saw a pair of glowing green eyes in the shadows. A large dragon emerged from the forest and snarled. IT then swallowed me and barfed me up somewhere.
Freaking out the film maker.
Harry is Shunned by Nicole Matthews
"Abracadabra!" shouted Harry.
Dumbledore ssighed exaseratedly. "Wrong, so wrong."
Harry shook as his cheeks heated and his eyes filled with tears. "But I don't undersand!"
Dumbledoor put an old wringkled hand on Harry's bony shoulder. "you would be such a disappointment to your parents, Harry," he sighed.
Harry sobbed, falling to the ground. "Why?! I'm the boy who lived!" he cried.
Dumbledore slapped Harry across the face. "And what a shame, too!"
Harry gasped. "What?!"
Dumbledore shook his head angrily. "You are shunned!" he cried.
Harry stood, shock written all over his face.
Dumbledore spanked Harry. "You are expelled from Hogwarts!" He pointed to the door. "Leave!" he cried.
Harry sobbed loudly, his nose running, his face blotchy and ugly. "Why? I thought that Hogwarts accepted all future wizards."
"Yes, but you, young wizard have no future!" Dumbledore cried.
"I don't understand," he sobbed.
"You don't have too, just leave!" he bellowed, shaking with fury.
Harry walked shamefully out the door. Then Voldemort found him and he was never seen again.
Dumbledore ssighed exaseratedly. "Wrong, so wrong."
Harry shook as his cheeks heated and his eyes filled with tears. "But I don't undersand!"
Dumbledoor put an old wringkled hand on Harry's bony shoulder. "you would be such a disappointment to your parents, Harry," he sighed.
Harry sobbed, falling to the ground. "Why?! I'm the boy who lived!" he cried.
Dumbledore slapped Harry across the face. "And what a shame, too!"
Harry gasped. "What?!"
Dumbledore shook his head angrily. "You are shunned!" he cried.
Harry stood, shock written all over his face.
Dumbledore spanked Harry. "You are expelled from Hogwarts!" He pointed to the door. "Leave!" he cried.
Harry sobbed loudly, his nose running, his face blotchy and ugly. "Why? I thought that Hogwarts accepted all future wizards."
"Yes, but you, young wizard have no future!" Dumbledore cried.
"I don't understand," he sobbed.
"You don't have too, just leave!" he bellowed, shaking with fury.
Harry walked shamefully out the door. Then Voldemort found him and he was never seen again.
Budda by Ana Malick
One day Barack Obama wanted popcorn. So he went to China and hit a Chinese man who was eating dirt. "What is wrong with you?!!" he yelled. THe man started crying and ran away. Then Barack went home and ate popcorn with butter.
RIO does the Hobbit
Part one:
Part two:
Part three:
Tell Me When by Lelainna Dahl
When
did they start to hate her?
When
did their perfect little girl become not so perfect?
When
did she start to harm herself?
When
did she start to slip?
When
did he begin to yell at her?
When
did he begin to hit her?
When
did they hate her?
When
did their perfect little girl lose her perfection?
Why
did she start to harm herself?
Why
did she start to slip?
Why
did he begin to yell at her?
Why
did he begin to hit her?
Tell
me, when did all this start?
Tell
me, when did all this begin?
Tell
me, why did all this start
Tell
me, why did all this begin?
did they start to hate her?
When
did their perfect little girl become not so perfect?
When
did she start to harm herself?
When
did she start to slip?
When
did he begin to yell at her?
When
did he begin to hit her?
When
did they hate her?
When
did their perfect little girl lose her perfection?
Why
did she start to harm herself?
Why
did she start to slip?
Why
did he begin to yell at her?
Why
did he begin to hit her?
Tell
me, when did all this start?
Tell
me, when did all this begin?
Tell
me, why did all this start
Tell
me, why did all this begin?
Chapter 10 - Zeke by Emma Train
Ceara struggled to free himself as the giant jaws of the liopleurodon closed around him. As it dragged him down to the depths of the ocean, he began to wonder whether he would die that day. At that one thought, thousands more began to rush to mind. He began to think back on what he had accomplished, and dream of what lie ahead. Glory. Treasure. Loss. Revenge.
Victory. He fought to stay conscious, but his vision swam, then blurred, then, finally, his world went black.
When Ceara woke, he felt as if there were a thousand needles plunging deep into his skin, each as big as a baseball bat, each as sharp as a razor blade. He felt as though he were going to vomit …… so he did. Then he tried to clean up his vomit …… but that didn’t go to well (he vomited on the leaf he was trying to clean up his vomit with). A searing pain awoke in his aching legs, and he remembered how horrible the experience was, being bitten by a liopleurodon. He studied them for wounds…..
There were none. It was only then that he noticed his surroundings. He was in a large sunlit cave, the walls plastered with a strange writing that he did not understand. The floor beneath him was covered in thick mossy leaves much like the one he had tried to clean up his puke with. And then there was ……
“Whoa!”Ceara almost screamed. The liopleurodon was just feet away, flanks heaving, muscular fins still, eyes closed. He scampered to the mouth of the cave, and, of all the things he had to step on it had to be . . . . . . A sea urchin “EEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!” His shriek echoed throughout the entire cave. He stuffed a claw full of moss in his mouth. He stared at the liopleurodon and prayed that it had not woken up. But a back fin twitched, the strong back arched and raised, the small, beady eyes opened, the gaping jaws lunged and the liopleurodon . . . . . . Said hello. Shortly after, Ceara found himself gagging on the moss, for he had inhaled some of the foul-tasting stuff. He was rolling around on the floor and the liopleurodon was trying to keep him still enough so it could do mouth – to–mouth resuscitation on him (his face was blue). He struggled out of the liopleurodon’s grip and crawled into a corner, where he hacked up a clump of kelp. A foul odor still emanated from it, so Ceara covered it in a gooey substance sitting beside him. It stank, too. To Ceara’s horror he realized that it was liopleurodon dung. Ceara sighed and turned to face the liopleurodon. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What do you mean?” the softness in the liopleurodon’s voice startled Ceara.
“You mean, you’re not going to eat me?” Ceara looked up at the liopleurodon.
“Of course not, I have a strict diet of ichthyosaurs and shellfish,” Replied the liopleurodon, rubbing his jaw
on the floor of the cave. “What is your name, anyway?”
“I’m Ceara, who are you?” Ceara murmured, staring the liopleurodon in the eye.
“My name is Zeke.”
Victory. He fought to stay conscious, but his vision swam, then blurred, then, finally, his world went black.
When Ceara woke, he felt as if there were a thousand needles plunging deep into his skin, each as big as a baseball bat, each as sharp as a razor blade. He felt as though he were going to vomit …… so he did. Then he tried to clean up his vomit …… but that didn’t go to well (he vomited on the leaf he was trying to clean up his vomit with). A searing pain awoke in his aching legs, and he remembered how horrible the experience was, being bitten by a liopleurodon. He studied them for wounds…..
There were none. It was only then that he noticed his surroundings. He was in a large sunlit cave, the walls plastered with a strange writing that he did not understand. The floor beneath him was covered in thick mossy leaves much like the one he had tried to clean up his puke with. And then there was ……
“Whoa!”Ceara almost screamed. The liopleurodon was just feet away, flanks heaving, muscular fins still, eyes closed. He scampered to the mouth of the cave, and, of all the things he had to step on it had to be . . . . . . A sea urchin “EEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!” His shriek echoed throughout the entire cave. He stuffed a claw full of moss in his mouth. He stared at the liopleurodon and prayed that it had not woken up. But a back fin twitched, the strong back arched and raised, the small, beady eyes opened, the gaping jaws lunged and the liopleurodon . . . . . . Said hello. Shortly after, Ceara found himself gagging on the moss, for he had inhaled some of the foul-tasting stuff. He was rolling around on the floor and the liopleurodon was trying to keep him still enough so it could do mouth – to–mouth resuscitation on him (his face was blue). He struggled out of the liopleurodon’s grip and crawled into a corner, where he hacked up a clump of kelp. A foul odor still emanated from it, so Ceara covered it in a gooey substance sitting beside him. It stank, too. To Ceara’s horror he realized that it was liopleurodon dung. Ceara sighed and turned to face the liopleurodon. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What do you mean?” the softness in the liopleurodon’s voice startled Ceara.
“You mean, you’re not going to eat me?” Ceara looked up at the liopleurodon.
“Of course not, I have a strict diet of ichthyosaurs and shellfish,” Replied the liopleurodon, rubbing his jaw
on the floor of the cave. “What is your name, anyway?”
“I’m Ceara, who are you?” Ceara murmured, staring the liopleurodon in the eye.
“My name is Zeke.”