TAISM5-Caleb+M.

Hi. I LOVE SPONGE BOB!!!! Possibly. Maybe... Anyways my name is Caleb. I am a boy, am 10 years old and in grade 5. Ah!! This is so hard not to say where I'm from!! I want to but I can't!! All I can think of is sponge bob... Umm... Hi, my name is Caleb and... wait... I said that already. AHH!! What do I right!? If I appear to scare you, uhh... do not be alarmed. I won't bite! smile. I go to TAISM as you probably already know. OK, if you think of something I could tell you (not personal info...) tell me (somehow...) OK? Oh and I don't have a pet!! frown. Oh, yeah, I love to read. Bye! smile. _ happy music here (but not baby music. I don't wan't to listen to "you are my sunshine" over and over. frown) smile. I'm bored. yawn. zzz. Are you still here!? OK. smile. zzz. snore. I don't usually smile so you are lucky to have this many! smile. I usually keep a strait face.

The streets were a mob of screaming people. //Aliens!// The word has spread from Timbuktu and back. The aliens had landed! Where had they come from? Haggis? Molonagras? Stuig? Only one way to find out. The line of representatives is backed down the road. The aliens had commanded one representative from each country to tell them a story. I was one of them. I was from a small country, only 350 people. A very small country. They had landed in my own country so of course someone here had to go. I bet lots of countries didn't send anyone. There are only a few hundred of us here. It was my turn. as I walked in I saw the alien king. These were werelians. Aliens from Werelie. I only barely knew what they were saying. I knew it was a test. How could all the other illiterates leave unharmed? I did the best I could to answer. The king started laughing. He told me in English: good answer! you may go now. I left unharmed.
 * __The Inventor__**

You probably are thinking, What about the story? Well I'll tell you my answer.

The Inventor He was not yet known as The Inventor but as a child he longed to hold that title like his father. Until the anti-creatives came. The anti-creatives were a group of things. Not human but more like //Animals//. They went around turning people into uncreative things just like themselves. The Creator's father was one of these once they attacked. He constructed a final testal, a new version of a bazooka but it just paralyzed people. His creativeness destroyed the minds of the anti-creatives(if they had any) and they were forced to surrender all of the captives. The creativity of the Inventor was unbearable so they stopped the ant rays that controlled everyone it reached, everyone but the Inventor. And once he used the final testal, the anti-creatives where gone for good. They acted like they where surrendered but under our noses they snuck out. This was a great shame. We knew the ant ray whould start soon but the Inventor had taught the people the art of being creative. Once the rays started going only the few know-it-all's where destroyed.