If virtual video games were real, they would probably sell in a heartbeat because they would change video gaming for the world. Parents would no longer tell their children that they were playing too many games. How is this possible? These ‘first-person’ video games would be available with a virtual console, there would be racing games and online role-playing video games in which a very large number of people participate simultaneously. If you had all of that in a virtual first-person game, you would be resting your body while you were playing instead of staring at a television all day. You would be in a completely virtual world! Continue reading →
Tom was a turkey. He lived a nice quiet life, on a nice quiet farm. Tom wasn’t smart, and he wasn’t dumb. But he, and all the turkeys on the farm, had a BIG problem—The Farmer! You see, the turkeys worshiped the farmer. Stupidly, they thought he was a kind loving person who loved all turkeys. The only true thing about what the turkeys thought, was that he LOVED turkey! The kind you put on a plate. Sadly, the turkeys were completely oblivious to the farmer’s secret. Continue reading →
Bats are so interesting! In this photo, you see some fruit bats hanging upside down for a nap, with their wings wrapped around themselves like a cozy blanket. Their furry heads are sticking out the bottom with those signature pointed ears!
What is also very interesting is Sara’s poem about a bat, who not only likes to hang upside down but spend his night hours flying a kite! Take a read!
Ricky the Bat Flies a Kite
By Sara, Age 12
One cold winter in the middle of the night, Ricky, the Bat, was flying his kite.
It flew higher and higher in the frozen winter air, it pretended to be flying at a nighttime country fair.
In BAZOOF! Issue #72, Silas (Age 12) had his poem Tree published. Here are a few of his other poems to enjoy!
Your golden hills roll under the sky And the sand glitters in the glowing light Clouds pass and wave goodbye The ground shining, nearly white Then I leave, forgotten footsteps And wander through the night
“I created this poem because at school we were told to write a poem of a childhood memory, and this is a time that I went to a water park as a kid.”
The sun is beating down My skin feels hot I want to get in the water right away The slide in front of me looks like a skyscraper It is so tempting But so scary As I walk up the stairs Butterflies in my stomach I am holding the tube Shaking my hands off
I look over to the clock, it reads 5:06 I stuff my head into the pillow thinking about what the day may bring I turn over, 5:10 All I hear tic toc tic toc tic toc Every moment burns as the star rises The day is near Ring! Ring! Ugh… I just want to stay in bed I have an urge, something big, huge I can’t figure out what I’m thinking of… I zoom through all the things that get me ready Brush my hair and teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast Today is the… first day of school!
It is 2050 on the streets of New York City, and Mary Joe is merely walking down the broken road. Everything was just so dull. Nobody went outside to play or get the mail or even go to work. It was like there was no purpose in life—at least that’s what Jonathan made it feel like. He hated life and cared about no one but himself.
But then Mary Joe arrived. She was the beauty in everything, even in this shattered world. It was like she brought meaning into life. Everybody loved Mary Joe and they treated her as if she were their own. She was the perfect little angel and everyone knew it, even Jonathon. He disliked how she was so kind to everyone and how she wanted to recreate this wasted world.
It was a Monday at Columbia High—home to the defending state champions in cross country from the year before. The cross country team was doing a timed two-mile for the first practice of the season, and as usual, Brady Henry was the first to finish with a time of 11:34.
“Better than my fastest time last year,” said Brady. “My fastest time last year was the last meet we had, and I ran an 11:43.”
Then Louis chimed in, “I heard that Marcus from Charleston High ran an 11:20. Apparently, he is a lot faster than before. You might have some competition this year.”
“Who cares, I have a lot more potential and can beat him at the meet,” said Brady.Continue reading →