Wax Museum

Okay, so in LA we're doing this "Wax Museum" book report, where we basically read a biography on someone born before 1940 then memorize some long speech that we write and and present it within 2 weeks notice. Combined with basketball, I don't have a lotof free time, so that "post every weekend" thing is kinda out the window atm, srry :( This also prevents me from doing anything really fun with my spare time, including my Xbox gathering dust int he corner for 2 weeks (sad face). Anyways, here is the speech, and I would gladly appreciate some outside editing (that's not my teachers :/ )

Hello, I'm Walt Disney, and you probably know me best for creating Mickey Mouse, Disneyland, and Disney World. I was born in Chicago, Illinois, on December 5th, 1901, though I spent most of my childhood on a small farm in Marceline, Missouri. As one of five children, I grew up in a relatively large family, occupying my spare time (what little there was living as a farm boy) drawing and writing, beginning to sell my first drawings and the age of seven.
I eventually made my way into McKinley High School in Chicago; where I divided my interest between photography and drawing. I was sixteen when World War I broke out and I joined the Red Cross to travel oversees, tending the wounds of soldiers fighting in Eastern Europe. Instead of the traditional camouflage found on most army ambulances, my vehicle was covered head to toe in colorful, lively cartoons.
After finishing my year-long tour of duty in Europe I returned to the U.S and began my career in animation in Kansas City. I created my first animated cartoon in 1920, later perfecting a new method for combining live-action and animation. After three years I left Kansas City for Hollywood with “nothing but a few drawing materials, $40 in my pocket, and a complete animation and live-action film”.
In California, I combined money with my brother, Roy O. Disney, and together we began animation with a camera in our uncle’s garage. We soon received notice from New York, and received an order to create a new “Alice Comedy”. We started production in the back room of a Hollywood real-estate office only two blocks away from our house, yet we still were successful in creating a lively tale with Alice in the upcoming years.
On July 13th, 1925, I married Lillian Bounds, one of my first employees, and began a long a successful marriage. Lillian was often credited for giving Mickey Mouse the name we know and love, saying that my “Mortimer Mouse” sounded too formal. In the upcoming years, we would have to daughters: Diane and Sharon.
Mickey Mouse, one of my most loved and recognized characters, first appeared in a silent cartoon in 1928, but sound was introduced to movies before it could be released. Mickey first appeared to the public in “Steamboat Willie”, the world’s first synchronized sound cartoon, which premiered in 1928 in New York. Along with Mickey Mouse I created a series of short subjects, known as ‘Silly Symphonies”. Many of Mickey’s friends got their start here, such as Donald Duck and Pluto.
In 1937, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs premiered in Los Angelus, becoming the first full-length cell-animated feature film in history, as well as the first animated “and fully colored” feature film in America. Throughout the next five years, I would create several of these animated films such as Pinocchio, Fantasia, Dumbo, and Bambi.
With the beginning of World War II, 94% of my staff began to be involved with special government work, such as propaganda and training films, with the rest of my company’s efforts being put toward certain comedy shorts.
As World War II came to a close, my staff and I returned to animated with 1945’s The Three Callabaros, a musical that combined both live action and animation. My award-winning True-Life Adventures, along with The Mickey Mouse Club and Zorro, were also favorites during the late 40’s and 50’s.
Disneyland launched in 1955 as the $17 million Magic Kingdom. Throughout the next three decades, it would receive nearly 250 million visitors, including Kings, Queens, Presidents, and Royalty from around the globe.
However, my dream for the perfect “Disney Theme-Park” was not satisfied. Purchasing 43 square miles of land in central Florida, at the time being little more than swampland, I began to oversee construction of “Disney World”, a resort that included new theme parks, motel centers, and the Brand-Knew EPCOT (Experimental Prototype Community Of Tomorrow) Center. Walt Disney World opened in 1971, while EPCOT opened exactly 11 years later.
I died on in 1966, after living a long life of creativity and imagination. Throughout my life, I received 48 academy awards, 7 Emmys, and nearly 950 honors and citations from every nation in the world. I only hope that we don’t loose sight of one thing- that it was all started by a mouse.

What some wish for...

A little "be careful what you wish for" story. Just to clarify, i have nothing against lawyers, their just fun to poke fun at. This one is pretty weak, but i need to put something up so..


Stephen Kline was a respectable man living in the suburbs of Boston. Having graduated top of his class from law school, and with a prosperous future with the Boston Law, he was also plagued with many less flattering traits that plagued many lawyers of his time: greed, treachery, and a firm hand in the underground market all kept him as a focus in his job. And all of these flaws would lead Kline to his ultimate demise, which began on a fateful road during typical Monday afternoon as he was walking back from a particularly grueling day at the office. As he strolled past a common gypsy beggar, he was startled with a sudden tug at his leg. Looking down, he found the beggar clawing at his feet, begging for change. “Please sir, just enough to by me some food, my children are starving!” Glancing down at the empty jar, he shrugged and dropped a five dollar bill into her outstretched hands. Yet, even as he made a move to walk away, he found that the pitiful pile of rags was still clinging to his pants leg. With tears in her eyes, she brought her gaze to stare right below his nose, and cried hoarsely:
“Thank you, sir, your charity shall be greatly rewarded!”
She brought her eyes up, and Kline hesitantly, after a few seconds of silence, ventured further with a casual
“Huh?”
The woman, her long nails digging into his arms, clawed her way to her feet. “I will grant you three wishes, and no matter what you say, it will be granted to you”.
Kline, clearly questioning the sanity of this woman, ventured farther with another casual “Huh?”
“Go on, anything you want, it shall be granted”. Was Kline imagining the faintly reddish glow in the woman’s eyes?
Well, if it worked, he would never have to work again. If I didn’t, no harm done, right? “Okay…I guess, for starters, I would like a trillion dollars.
The woman seemed to be considering this, then “go on”
“I would like myself to be envied by everyone for my beauty”
“done”
He thought for a moment, then “I’d like to live forever”
“You Sure?”
“Yes”


6:30 A.M, the next day

Kline awoke the next morning in a daze, having stayed up all night doing paperwork. Practically crawling to the bathroom, he picked up his razor and began to shave, not really focusing on his image in the mirror. After nicking himself, however, he glanced up only to see and alien face staring back at him. What stood before him in the mirror was undoubtedly beautiful, but somehow…predatorial, as if he was a kind of vampire. He ran to the computer, to find, to his great enlightment, that exactly 1 trillion dollars had been transferred into his bank account. Practically skipping with glee, he hurriedly got ready and ran out the door.

Kline walked up to the newsstand, the newsboy completely rapped up in his gaming magazine. Grabbing a paper, he slapped down a five dollar bill. Without looking up, the newsboy said “that would be 500...yen, sir”.
“Yen??”
Flipping a page in his game informer, he replied “yeah, the U.S dollar dropped hugely over night…government’s using yen now.” He glanced up, then started backing away from the desk slowly. “What are you, anyways?” In a daze, Kline simply got up and left, emerging himself in the shadows of the alleyways.

3 thousand years later

The U.S government hadn’t been too happy with him, he reflected as his stomach gave another painful jerk, trying to digest itself but to no avail. Having found him in possession of trillions of stolen U.S dollars, and put of by his unearthly looks, they locked him up in a cell to rot until they found a way to deal with him. But nuclear war decades later changed all of that, and he had simply curled up and waited for the sun to supernova, then to float aimlessly through space through endless darkness and cold, possibly finding himself on another life-bearing planet. And even then, could his body keep going even after the universe ripped itself apart?

He would think the same thing, over and over, for the rest of eternity.

In the wake of the Comet

Okay, so I've written three different short stories so far, and this is the only one I've really completed. And its not that long. But, here goes nothing: in the wake of the comet.
Note: its really an asteroid, but it sound better with comet

To his right ear sounded a faint buzzing, a noise that would immediately awake Randy Gales if it was any other day. Rolling over onto his side he glanced at the clock. 9:36 A.M, 7:27:24, the day when the world would stand still. And yet, when he glanced outside his apartment window, it was far from the doomsday scenario he would have pictured. Instead of a blood red sky there was a common morning haze: where gust of fire would have been where fluffy white clouds. The morning sun had just risen over the towers of Manhattan, casting a calming orange glow onto the streets below. it was just like any summer day in New York, with the exception that it was the freaken LAST day in New York. With a sigh, Randy pulled himself out of the bed and embraced his final hours on earth.

The world had first known of their doom three years ago. With NASA watching the skies for nuclear misses instead of prospective life-bearing planets, the doomsday devise gradually closed in on the tiny, vulnerable planet of earth until it actually passed through the orbit of Jupiter. And when the leaders of the world finally noticed the rock, it was too close to stop. Scientist calculated the exact freaken second of its impact onto the hills of northern Virginia, and estimated that the blast radius would reach as far as Atlanta and Quebec. It was, as some marveld, the largest body to enter our system in recorded history. Like that even mattered now that history had suddenly come to an abrupt and sudden end.

Within a year most governments had shut down, though China and France had managed to continue to function until a little over six months ago. The NYPD had shut down last months as riots intensified, and paper money became little more than kindling materiel. And yet, miraculously, this tiny pizza palace on the corner of times square had continued its business for free, supplying the best pizza in the world to valued customers. As Randy licked the last crumbs of crust off his plate before walking out the door (with a polite thank-you to Charlie) and into the chaos of the streets. People knelt in prayer on most corners, directly beside others who where partying the day away as their last hours slipped away from them. children cried on he side of the streets for their parents, who had either abandoned them due to lack of hope or had been trampled, stabbed, or shot by the mobs that flocked most streets these days. indeed, the only safe way to avoid death was, ironically, the alleyways, granted that you where in good terms with the gangs that called it to home.
Many had hoped to avoid the destruction by wandering into massive underground chambers that served as "shelters" for the oncoming storm. Like that would save them from a space rock half the size of Texas, Randy thought, as he walked past another entrance that opened to an expanse under Twin Towers Memorial Park. across the street, a group of boys half heartily dribbled a basket ball, not even bothering the take a shot. And yet as Randy walked past another building, an optimist, the ones that everyone wanted to strangle, protested that our destruction would only lead to the evolution of different species, and that it was all part of the course of the earth's cycle. farther across the street people simply walked over the corpses of a few poor souls who had the nerve to end their time before time officially ended.

And yet, even Randy's daily stroll through Manhattan gave him little comfort. As the day drew to a close, and as the final hour approached, Randy brought his tiny sailboat past Lady Liberty and pulled out that apple pie his mother had baked for him the night she got murdered by a group of doomsday fanatics. With ten minuted to spare, he grate fully licked the juice of his fingers, then stared into he night sky, a sky filled with a rainbow of colors dancing over the tranquil waters of New York Harbor. A smile playing on his lips, he reincounted the happiest days of his life: his first trip to Disney World, that perfect summer when he kissed his first girl, the time he caught his first fish on the shores of Price Lake. With a sigh, a examined his watch, and gazed into the night sky. in 73 seconds that tiny black dot would hit the hills of Virginia, and bring with it the obliteration of much of Manhattan. In a final act of retaliation, Randy brought his middle finger up tot he sky, to whatever spiritual being that would allow such an event to happen, then closed his eyes and waited for the sound. The sound that would start the beginning of the end.

Yeah, I just love depressing stuff. I would write more, but i'm kinda tired at the moment, and I need to study a bit for the EOGs tomorrow. But i want to know, what would you do on you last day on earth? would you pray? would you party and die laughing? Or would you be like me, like Randy in this story, and do the simple things in life: a game of basket ball, a long lunch at Olive Garden, and a finish to my life with a peaceful boat trip or a walk along the beach. Think about it.

"Everything we see or seem is just a dream inside a dream"
-Edgar Allen Poe