Quinn McCurry

Backwoods Johnny was a wrestlin fool, He wrestled alligators on his way to school. Rub their bellies and throw em in a sack. He'd run off to school with a gator on his back. Teacher saw him coming, teacher   up in fear. She yelled at johnny, ¨ǴET YOUR GATORS OUT OF HERE¨ Johnny replied as he took his seat, ¨Ÿou better mind your manners cuz mah gators want some MEAT!¨ THE END

Quinn McCurry lives in Springfield Missouri and spends his time writing, banging on drums, and working on becoming a sailor in the Navy. He lives with his loving parents, two siblings, two wiggly waggly dogs, and a fat cat named Keekee.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be an officer in the marines. My grandpa would always share stories about when he was in the military, and how great it had been. He told me he was an officer, and I wanted to be just like him. Instead of going to the army, though, I wanted to be a marine. Now I want to eventually be an officer in the Navy, which I would have hated when I was younger. I wanted nothing to do with the Navy, because they ¨never take out the bad guys.¨ I think I was around 10 when my dad made me listen to an audio book on Lone Survivor, and learned about the Navy SEALS. I made him tell me everything about them, but eventually he ran ot of things to tell me about, and I became obsessed with learning an researching about them. Thats where I got my love for the SEALS and what they do. In a way, the wonder hasn't gone away, but it has turned into something else, like when a dream starts to feel real. The wonder is still there, but now the dream is becoming a reality, and I h...

Through my car window, straight out the drivers side, I see a silent and foggy field. Through the windshield and beyond, I see the softball field, abandoned, awaiting its players. Today feels different. Today feels like a new page. My thoughts are brighter, and happier. Sometimes I can feel myself telling my children how beautiful this place was, and what it meant to me. The October sun peeks out over the hospital and spills light into the field. Sometimes, when I look out into the field, I can see myself walking in the silent field with someone I still love

Theres a mix of green, red, yellow, violet, bits of black and the background is white. The blobs remind me of flowers What I see now is theres more shades of brown, pink, grey, and dark blue than I remember. The second painting looks like someone painted with mud and grass

Days spent out in the sun are days I want to remember forever. Soaking up the sun and feeling the wheat between my fingers, I begin to think of what life would be like if I spent every day doing this. I can hear the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar echoing from the porch, which fills my ears with its sweet sounds, and fills my heart with much needed happiness. I push my back against the tree and tilt my hat down past my eyes. I can hear the panting of my big, brown dog, who also decided it was a good day to take a nap in the shade. The sun shines down over the field, warming the wheat and the ground, making my tree much more comfortable and inviting. I wish I could share this moment with somebody. I don't mean to be selfish, but I can't help it. I suppose that's how it is for everyone, wanting more even if you have it all. I wish everyone could spend this moment with me. My eyes begin to droop again, and I feel my body getting more relaxed, as if its molding in...

Vincent Van Gogh was born March 30 1853 and died on July 29, 1890. His hometown was Zundert, Netherlands, and he was born into a family of 5 other siblings. His Father, Theodore Van Gogh, was an art dealer, while his mother, Anna Carbentus Gogh, looked after Vincent. Van Gogh was sent to Jan Provilys boarding school for his education. He was alive for the Crimean War and Fransco Prussian War. He was also alive when Claude Monet painted "impression, sunrise" during the panic of 1873. He also was alive when the statue of libertys head was on display in france. Van Gogh never found love, struggles with mental ilness, and was poor for most of his adult life. Van Gogh liked to use water colors. He wasnt a part of the Renisaunce Era or the Impressionism Era. His 3 most famous pieces are Starry Night, Ireses, and Wheat Field With Crows Starry Night is his most famous piece, depicting a town late at night, when there are no clouds in the sky and the stars shining brightly ove...

Do you think you’d ever write a book someday?  Do you know what it would be about?  How would you want to be described on the “About the Author” at the front of the book? I would love to write a book someday. If i were to end up being accepted into Naval Special Warfare training, I would write about all the adventures and lessons id learn along the way. I want to wrote a book that inspires people, and gives people hope and happiness, as well as realize the balance between being happy and being miserable. I want people to realize that being sad doesn't have to be negative, when it can inspire positivity. Id write about times when my clinical depression ended up leading me to the SEALS, where i accomplished a lifelong dream by using my hardened and crushed past self to triumph over my adversity and ultimately beating my past self. Hopefully, when im described in "about the author" it describes me as a kind and gentle speaker, who inspires and uplift...

"if you want to change the world, start by making your bed" -William H. McCraven "Thinking too much about what happened and what is about to happen will wear you down. Live in the moment and take it one step at a time." -Howard E. Wasdin "Do not confuse understanding something with actually doing it. You can LEARN all you want about something, but you'll never KNOW about it until you do it." -My Dad "A sword is forged by being dipped into fire and beat on" -Retired SEAL

I get on the bus everyday to commute to work. Its not so bad. The bus tells us stories, and a peek into someone else's life. There is always opportunity for learning, if youre looking for it. Maybe to the common mind, the old lady is just another face on the bus. But to an insightful mind, that lady has many beautiful stories. Shes been alive for decades, and has seen things that have been long forgotten by others.           A father and a child ride the bus together. The father watches over the child and will even go as far as to entertain him. This story tells us how much the father loves his child. He will go above and beyond for his child

I like me, nobody else does Never missing moments till they pass I just play music, not hearts Small man with a big dream whole lotta hurt, whole lotta love