Corwin and the Magic Toliet Paper Roll

I believe this was written in 11th grade for creative writing. The assigment was to tell a story about your childhood. 

Corwin and the Magic Toliet Paper Roll

It was a staple in my household when I was younger to have what is known as the craft box. Said box was filled with every little thing my mother saw fit from bits of string, colored paper to glow in the dark sticker sheets. It was from this box that my brother, Emman saw to make a smoke bomb. Now being quite young and having no real idea of the basics of pyrotechnics my brother’s smoke bomb was fairly simple. He had filled a used toilet paper roll completely with flour then covered the ends with paper and finally stuck a piece of string through the top for a fuse.  

So the bomb was made and showed off to the friends of the apartment. We all thought it was brilliant but realized that when you are less than 10 years old there is really no reason for one to have a smoke bomb. So after a bit of brainstorm the plan came into effect to trick the neighborhood idiot, Corwin. Now unlike the rest of the kids we normally hung out with in my apartment, Corwin lived two houses down. He was always coming up with one way or another to try to get the girls of my apartment to kiss him but it never worked and would usually backfire. 

The plan was simple the three girls in the apartment, my sister Michelle and the two girls who lived downstairs Nichole and Stephanie would dress up in genie esque attire, which was also used during our home made performance of Disney’s Aladdin where I played the role of the Sultan, and they would hide behind the big tree in the backyard. My brother would then set off his smoke bomb next to the tree and out would pop the girls to trick Corwin. My role in the whole thing was to make sure Corwin would never advance far enough to see the girls behind the tree. So we put the plan into action and as the girls hid behind the tree trying their best not to giggle, my brother lit a match and put it to the fuse of his McGiver smoke bomb. Lighting flour smoke bombs in attempts to make and explosion is as pointless as playing catch with Stevie Wonder. However my brother didn’t give up just yet. In an act of desperation he picked up and threw the toilet paper roll at the tree with such force that the contents exploded everywhere. So when the dust settled all Corwin saw were three genies.

Doing an impressive job as genies the three girls semi danced their way forward to Corwin while my brother and I tried our bests not to laugh. Corwin was completely dumbfounded, whether it was the makeshift bomb or the elaborate costumes, he fell completely for it. So then of course was the time for wishes. The three “genies” asked him his request and to what should have been no surprise he immediately asked to kiss the genies. We had no plan for this but, thanks to the cunning wits of the girls and our extensive knowledge of Aladdin and therefore the rules of genies, he was told that genies cannot grant wishes of love and the three girls scurried quickly inside leaving Corwin shocked and utterly disappointed

Kid Satisfies Hunger

While looking through old files I found this one that I did for the newspaper in 11th grade towards the beginning of the school year. It wasn't for the actual paper but just a practice assignment.

KID SATISFIES HUNGER WITH PIRATE SHAPED CEREAL
Daniel Mauleón


On a hot lonely night last summer hungry sixteen year old Daniel Mauleón feasted on a bowl of cold cereal. After entering the kitchen from the basement stairs Daniel inspected the kitchen in search of a late night snack. Opening a cabinet underneath the silverware he found something worthy of his pallet, a bag of Marshmallow Mateys. He poured the cereal and was about to pour milk when to his surprise he found out there was no more milk in the fridge.
“I was about to give up when I remembered that there might be milk downstairs,” said Daniel “, I’m glad I took the time to look.” After receiving said milk he ascended the stairs and poured it into the plethora of tiny shapes or grain and marshmallows that made up the cereal. After putting away the bag and milk, he grabbed a spoon and began to eat.
The contents of the bowl were consumed in about eight minutes while Daniel watched the rerun of Futurama where Bender sells his body for money. During the first commercial break he went back for a second helping.

Knock Knock

10th grade
The assignment was to write a story and focus on a setting. I believe it was the first creative writing assignment for that



Knock Knock
Daniel Mauleón

In the small town of Glenmorewood on top of a hill stood a mansion. The people of the town rarely spoke of it and its inhabitants. It was surrounded by a black fence that was wrapped in weeds and vines that had not been trimmed in years. The was only one way there and one way out, and that was an old cobblestone road. On the days where the sun would shine in Glenmorewood a few clouds would always loom over the mansion.
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“Your turn, truth or dare?” asked Ryan. Ted hesitated to answer and in the end chose dare.
“Ok let me see,” Ryan said thinking of a dare. His mind was drawing blanks when he looked out the window and glimpsed the mansion. Then with a grin on his face he said ” knock on the door of the mansion.” All the kids in the room shuddered and Ted near pissed his pants. Some of the kids objected the idea and told Ted he didn’t need to go through with it. Even Ryan regretted giving him the dare. “ Ok,” Ted said gulping “, I will do it, can’t be too bad.”
The group of kids left the house and walked to where the paved road met the cobblestone one. A few kids said their goodbyes and Ted began his trek up the hill. The higher he climbed the colder it got and soon he had wished he had brought his sweater. The green grass along the road began wither and soon only dirt lined the road. The sound of Ted’s friends cheering him soon faded and only the sound of his feet could be heard. Before he knew it he had reached the gate in the fence and pushed it open. They creaked louder then anything he heard before. He was now only about three yards from the door of the mansion. Upon walking through the gates the temperature dropped more than it had before and he was rubbing his hands together for heat. The air up here was foggy and you could feel it as you moved around. A few trees stood at the edges of the mansion and they had not bloomed in years . Some birds perched in them and stared at Ted following him, like security cameras. Now only a feet from the stairs that led to the porch Ted finally got a feeling for the size of the mansion. It stood about three stories high. The shingles on the roof had mostly fallen to the ground and where they used to lay was rotten wood. The house was lined with windows too dirty to see inside. The paint on the house had faded from blue to a depressing shade of gray.
Ted walked onto the porch and one of the floorboards he stepped on cracked causing him to trip and land right in front of the door. He stood up holding his head and looked at the door in front of him. He raised an arm.

Knock Knock.