Response

To: The writer Miss. Olivia Coolidge "Arachne" Greek Mythology
Dear Miss. Olivia Coolidge

First we will like to tell to that we read your myth "Arachne" we were very interested on the myth that we thought it will be awesome because of how you describe every detail of the maiden was doing a describi go how good she was at that, and how people travel from other villages from far away to see her doing her work. The best part was when Athe s gave her a deserved punishment because she thought she was better than others and that is how she went down and end like s miserable person.



Hope we have a response. Sincerely: Dilcia Vanelly Sosa Francis Edith Tejeda Vivian Karina Martinez

Short Story

Introduction to Literature                                                                       

                           Mr. Yonathan Borden                                                                                                                         Short Story                                                                                                                       

Vivian Karina Martinez                                                                                                         October 1^st, 2013

Lenny the Flying Inventor

Once upon a time there was a funny boy named Lenny. Lenny was an inventor. He invented all kinds of things. His house looked like a mess, but he had some really cool things. One day Lenny decided he wanted to fly.

"I am going to invent some wings and fly," Lenny told his friend Rudy.

"Now I really know you are crazy. You won't even get off the ground," said Rudy.

"You will see," said Lenny.|

So he went down to his workshop and began working. Day and night, he worked. No one saw Lenny for weeks. Then one day he came out of his workshop with a great big grin on his face. He called Rudy on the phone. Rudy, tomorrow I will fly, but I need your help, said Lenny. Did you really build some wings?  Asked Rudy. Yeah and they are really beautiful, said Lenny. They are a little heavy though. I need you to help me drag them up to the top of the mountain. What did you make them out of?  Asked Rudy. I made them out of some scrap metal I had lying around from when I built my helicopter last year, said Lenny. Metal! Do not you think that will be too heavy to use for wings?  Asked Rudy.

 No, I calculated all of the angles. I will be like a human airplane, said Lenny. Rudy just closed his eyes. Ok, I will be over first thing in the morning and we will try them out, said Rudy. See you then, said Lenny. The next morning they dragged the wings up to the top of the mountain and Lenny the faster I run, the lighter they will get. The wind will lift me up and I will be flying, said Lenny, quite confidently.  All right, I am going to get a running start and take off, said Lenny. So, Lenny backed up about fifty feet and started running. As he ran, the weight of the wings started to wear out his legs and he got lower and lower to the ground. Just as he got to the crest of the hill, his legs gave out and he skidded across the ground on his face.

After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess you may be right they are a little heavy, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something lighters a couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have done it, said Lenny. You've done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wood and tissue paper. These things are so light I may get going by simply jumping off the roof. Come on over, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy.

When Rudy arrived, Lenny was already up on the roof with these hilarious looking pink wings. Pink wings! laughed Rudy. Yeah, this is the stuff I had left over from when I invented that giant Pig robot we used on Halloween last year, said Lenny. So you think you're just going to jump off and fly? asked Rudy. Yeah. Here goes, said Lenny. He backed up a little and took a quick dash and a jump.

Aaaaaaaaaaahh!!!  The wings broke right off and Lenny landed on his head in the middle of some bushes next to the house. After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess they may have been a little weak, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something not as heavy as the scrap metal and not as light as the tissue paper.

Sounds like a good idea to me, said Rudy as he rolled his eyes. A couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have really done it this time, said Lenny. You have done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wax and balsa wood. These things look just like bird's wings. Meet me at the mountain, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy. When Rudy arrived, he saw the wings. They did look good! I need you to help me strap them on, said Lenny.

Rudy helped him strap on the wings. They fit real snug. There was a handle under each wing out near the tip for Lenny to use to move the wings up and down and a belt that went around his waste so that they would not fall off. Here we go, yelled Lenny as he backed up and began running towards the crest of the hill. He did not slow down and just as he got to the edge of the hill, he started to lift up into the air. He was flying! YAHOOO! Yelled Lenny. He flew and flew just laughing and hooting. He flew higher and higher. He was really getting high now, and he started to worry. How do I land these things? he asked himself.

That question was about to be answered. All of a sudden, he noticed that his wings were starting to melt. He had risen so high, that the sun was starting to melt the wax he used to make the wings. Pretty soon he had little tiny wings and he was flying about a hundred miles an hour down towards the woods. Boy this is going hurt again, said Lenny to himself. He crashed into the trees. Rudy ran up, Are you all right?  He asked. Yeah, I think so, but I am definitely going to quit trying to fly. This is too rough on the body, said Lenny.

To this day, no one believes Rudy when he tells the story of how Lenny flew like a bird. It may be good that they do not believe him, because others would probably get hurt, as did Lenny. Lenny also made a commitment not to invent anything that cannot be used while standing firmly on the ground. He often tells people, if people were meant to fly, they would have wings!

Short Story

Introduction to Literature                                                                       

                           Mr. Yonathan Borden                                                                                                                         Short Story                                                                                                                       

Vivian Karina Martinez                                                                                                         October 1^st, 2013

Lenny the Flying Inventor

Once upon a time there was a funny boy named Lenny. Lenny was an inventor. He invented all kinds of things. His house looked like a mess, but he had some really cool things. One day Lenny decided he wanted to fly.

"I am going to invent some wings and fly," Lenny told his friend Rudy.

"Now I really know you are crazy. You won't even get off the ground," said Rudy.

"You will see," said Lenny.|

So he went down to his workshop and began working. Day and night, he worked. No one saw Lenny for weeks. Then one day he came out of his workshop with a great big grin on his face. He called Rudy on the phone. Rudy, tomorrow I will fly, but I need your help, said Lenny. Did you really build some wings?  Asked Rudy. Yeah and they are really beautiful, said Lenny. They are a little heavy though. I need you to help me drag them up to the top of the mountain. What did you make them out of?  Asked Rudy. I made them out of some scrap metal I had lying around from when I built my helicopter last year, said Lenny. Metal! Do not you think that will be too heavy to use for wings?  Asked Rudy.

 No, I calculated all of the angles. I will be like a human airplane, said Lenny. Rudy just closed his eyes. Ok, I will be over first thing in the morning and we will try them out, said Rudy. See you then, said Lenny. The next morning they dragged the wings up to the top of the mountain and Lenny the faster I run, the lighter they will get. The wind will lift me up and I will be flying, said Lenny, quite confidently.  All right, I am going to get a running start and take off, said Lenny. So, Lenny backed up about fifty feet and started running. As he ran, the weight of the wings started to wear out his legs and he got lower and lower to the ground. Just as he got to the crest of the hill, his legs gave out and he skidded across the ground on his face.

After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess you may be right they are a little heavy, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something lighters a couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have done it, said Lenny. You've done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wood and tissue paper. These things are so light I may get going by simply jumping off the roof. Come on over, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy.

When Rudy arrived, Lenny was already up on the roof with these hilarious looking pink wings. Pink wings! laughed Rudy. Yeah, this is the stuff I had left over from when I invented that giant Pig robot we used on Halloween last year, said Lenny. So you think you're just going to jump off and fly? asked Rudy. Yeah. Here goes, said Lenny. He backed up a little and took a quick dash and a jump.

Aaaaaaaaaaahh!!!  The wings broke right off and Lenny landed on his head in the middle of some bushes next to the house. After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess they may have been a little weak, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something not as heavy as the scrap metal and not as light as the tissue paper.

Sounds like a good idea to me, said Rudy as he rolled his eyes. A couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have really done it this time, said Lenny. You have done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wax and balsa wood. These things look just like bird's wings. Meet me at the mountain, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy. When Rudy arrived, he saw the wings. They did look good! I need you to help me strap them on, said Lenny.

Rudy helped him strap on the wings. They fit real snug. There was a handle under each wing out near the tip for Lenny to use to move the wings up and down and a belt that went around his waste so that they would not fall off. Here we go, yelled Lenny as he backed up and began running towards the crest of the hill. He did not slow down and just as he got to the edge of the hill, he started to lift up into the air. He was flying! YAHOOO! Yelled Lenny. He flew and flew just laughing and hooting. He flew higher and higher. He was really getting high now, and he started to worry. How do I land these things? he asked himself.

That question was about to be answered. All of a sudden, he noticed that his wings were starting to melt. He had risen so high, that the sun was starting to melt the wax he used to make the wings. Pretty soon he had little tiny wings and he was flying about a hundred miles an hour down towards the woods. Boy this is going hurt again, said Lenny to himself. He crashed into the trees. Rudy ran up, Are you all right?  He asked. Yeah, I think so, but I am definitely going to quit trying to fly. This is too rough on the body, said Lenny.

To this day, no one believes Rudy when he tells the story of how Lenny flew like a bird. It may be good that they do not believe him, because others would probably get hurt, as did Lenny. Lenny also made a commitment not to invent anything that cannot be used while standing firmly on the ground. He often tells people, if people were meant to fly, they would have wings!

Short Story

Introduction to Literature                                                                       

                           Mr. Yonathan Borden                                                                                                                         Short Story                                                                                                                       

Vivian Karina Martinez                                                                                                         October 1^st, 2013

Lenny the Flying Inventor

Once upon a time there was a funny boy named Lenny. Lenny was an inventor. He invented all kinds of things. His house looked like a mess, but he had some really cool things. One day Lenny decided he wanted to fly.

"I am going to invent some wings and fly," Lenny told his friend Rudy.

"Now I really know you are crazy. You won't even get off the ground," said Rudy.

"You will see," said Lenny.|

So he went down to his workshop and began working. Day and night, he worked. No one saw Lenny for weeks. Then one day he came out of his workshop with a great big grin on his face. He called Rudy on the phone. Rudy, tomorrow I will fly, but I need your help, said Lenny. Did you really build some wings?  Asked Rudy. Yeah and they are really beautiful, said Lenny. They are a little heavy though. I need you to help me drag them up to the top of the mountain. What did you make them out of?  Asked Rudy. I made them out of some scrap metal I had lying around from when I built my helicopter last year, said Lenny. Metal! Do not you think that will be too heavy to use for wings?  Asked Rudy.

 No, I calculated all of the angles. I will be like a human airplane, said Lenny. Rudy just closed his eyes. Ok, I will be over first thing in the morning and we will try them out, said Rudy. See you then, said Lenny. The next morning they dragged the wings up to the top of the mountain and Lenny the faster I run, the lighter they will get. The wind will lift me up and I will be flying, said Lenny, quite confidently.  All right, I am going to get a running start and take off, said Lenny. So, Lenny backed up about fifty feet and started running. As he ran, the weight of the wings started to wear out his legs and he got lower and lower to the ground. Just as he got to the crest of the hill, his legs gave out and he skidded across the ground on his face.

After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess you may be right they are a little heavy, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something lighters a couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have done it, said Lenny. You've done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wood and tissue paper. These things are so light I may get going by simply jumping off the roof. Come on over, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy.

When Rudy arrived, Lenny was already up on the roof with these hilarious looking pink wings. Pink wings! laughed Rudy. Yeah, this is the stuff I had left over from when I invented that giant Pig robot we used on Halloween last year, said Lenny. So you think you're just going to jump off and fly? asked Rudy. Yeah. Here goes, said Lenny. He backed up a little and took a quick dash and a jump.

Aaaaaaaaaaahh!!!  The wings broke right off and Lenny landed on his head in the middle of some bushes next to the house. After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess they may have been a little weak, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something not as heavy as the scrap metal and not as light as the tissue paper.

Sounds like a good idea to me, said Rudy as he rolled his eyes. A couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have really done it this time, said Lenny. You have done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wax and balsa wood. These things look just like bird's wings. Meet me at the mountain, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy. When Rudy arrived, he saw the wings. They did look good! I need you to help me strap them on, said Lenny.

Rudy helped him strap on the wings. They fit real snug. There was a handle under each wing out near the tip for Lenny to use to move the wings up and down and a belt that went around his waste so that they would not fall off. Here we go, yelled Lenny as he backed up and began running towards the crest of the hill. He did not slow down and just as he got to the edge of the hill, he started to lift up into the air. He was flying! YAHOOO! Yelled Lenny. He flew and flew just laughing and hooting. He flew higher and higher. He was really getting high now, and he started to worry. How do I land these things? he asked himself.

That question was about to be answered. All of a sudden, he noticed that his wings were starting to melt. He had risen so high, that the sun was starting to melt the wax he used to make the wings. Pretty soon he had little tiny wings and he was flying about a hundred miles an hour down towards the woods. Boy this is going hurt again, said Lenny to himself. He crashed into the trees. Rudy ran up, Are you all right?  He asked. Yeah, I think so, but I am definitely going to quit trying to fly. This is too rough on the body, said Lenny.

To this day, no one believes Rudy when he tells the story of how Lenny flew like a bird. It may be good that they do not believe him, because others would probably get hurt, as did Lenny. Lenny also made a commitment not to invent anything that cannot be used while standing firmly on the ground. He often tells people, if people were meant to fly, they would have wings!

Short Story

Introduction to Literature                                                                       

                           Mr. Yonathan Borden                                                                                                                         Short Story                                                                                                                       

Vivian Karina Martinez                                                                                                         October 1^st, 2013

Lenny the Flying Inventor

Once upon a time there was a funny boy named Lenny. Lenny was an inventor. He invented all kinds of things. His house looked like a mess, but he had some really cool things. One day Lenny decided he wanted to fly.

"I am going to invent some wings and fly," Lenny told his friend Rudy.

"Now I really know you are crazy. You won't even get off the ground," said Rudy.

"You will see," said Lenny.|

So he went down to his workshop and began working. Day and night, he worked. No one saw Lenny for weeks. Then one day he came out of his workshop with a great big grin on his face. He called Rudy on the phone. Rudy, tomorrow I will fly, but I need your help, said Lenny. Did you really build some wings?  Asked Rudy. Yeah and they are really beautiful, said Lenny. They are a little heavy though. I need you to help me drag them up to the top of the mountain. What did you make them out of?  Asked Rudy. I made them out of some scrap metal I had lying around from when I built my helicopter last year, said Lenny. Metal! Do not you think that will be too heavy to use for wings?  Asked Rudy.

 No, I calculated all of the angles. I will be like a human airplane, said Lenny. Rudy just closed his eyes. Ok, I will be over first thing in the morning and we will try them out, said Rudy. See you then, said Lenny. The next morning they dragged the wings up to the top of the mountain and Lenny the faster I run, the lighter they will get. The wind will lift me up and I will be flying, said Lenny, quite confidently.  All right, I am going to get a running start and take off, said Lenny. So, Lenny backed up about fifty feet and started running. As he ran, the weight of the wings started to wear out his legs and he got lower and lower to the ground. Just as he got to the crest of the hill, his legs gave out and he skidded across the ground on his face.

After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess you may be right they are a little heavy, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something lighters a couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have done it, said Lenny. You've done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wood and tissue paper. These things are so light I may get going by simply jumping off the roof. Come on over, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy.

When Rudy arrived, Lenny was already up on the roof with these hilarious looking pink wings. Pink wings! laughed Rudy. Yeah, this is the stuff I had left over from when I invented that giant Pig robot we used on Halloween last year, said Lenny. So you think you're just going to jump off and fly? asked Rudy. Yeah. Here goes, said Lenny. He backed up a little and took a quick dash and a jump.

Aaaaaaaaaaahh!!!  The wings broke right off and Lenny landed on his head in the middle of some bushes next to the house. After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess they may have been a little weak, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something not as heavy as the scrap metal and not as light as the tissue paper.

Sounds like a good idea to me, said Rudy as he rolled his eyes. A couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have really done it this time, said Lenny. You have done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wax and balsa wood. These things look just like bird's wings. Meet me at the mountain, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy. When Rudy arrived, he saw the wings. They did look good! I need you to help me strap them on, said Lenny.

Rudy helped him strap on the wings. They fit real snug. There was a handle under each wing out near the tip for Lenny to use to move the wings up and down and a belt that went around his waste so that they would not fall off. Here we go, yelled Lenny as he backed up and began running towards the crest of the hill. He did not slow down and just as he got to the edge of the hill, he started to lift up into the air. He was flying! YAHOOO! Yelled Lenny. He flew and flew just laughing and hooting. He flew higher and higher. He was really getting high now, and he started to worry. How do I land these things? he asked himself.

That question was about to be answered. All of a sudden, he noticed that his wings were starting to melt. He had risen so high, that the sun was starting to melt the wax he used to make the wings. Pretty soon he had little tiny wings and he was flying about a hundred miles an hour down towards the woods. Boy this is going hurt again, said Lenny to himself. He crashed into the trees. Rudy ran up, Are you all right?  He asked. Yeah, I think so, but I am definitely going to quit trying to fly. This is too rough on the body, said Lenny.

To this day, no one believes Rudy when he tells the story of how Lenny flew like a bird. It may be good that they do not believe him, because others would probably get hurt, as did Lenny. Lenny also made a commitment not to invent anything that cannot be used while standing firmly on the ground. He often tells people, if people were meant to fly, they would have wings!

Short Story

Introduction to Literature                                                                       

                           Mr. Yonathan Borden                                                                                                                         Short Story                                                                                                                       

Vivian Karina Martinez                                                                                                         October 1^st, 2013

Lenny the Flying Inventor

Once upon a time there was a funny boy named Lenny. Lenny was an inventor. He invented all kinds of things. His house looked like a mess, but he had some really cool things. One day Lenny decided he wanted to fly.

"I am going to invent some wings and fly," Lenny told his friend Rudy.

"Now I really know you are crazy. You won't even get off the ground," said Rudy.

"You will see," said Lenny.|

So he went down to his workshop and began working. Day and night, he worked. No one saw Lenny for weeks. Then one day he came out of his workshop with a great big grin on his face. He called Rudy on the phone. Rudy, tomorrow I will fly, but I need your help, said Lenny. Did you really build some wings?  Asked Rudy. Yeah and they are really beautiful, said Lenny. They are a little heavy though. I need you to help me drag them up to the top of the mountain. What did you make them out of?  Asked Rudy. I made them out of some scrap metal I had lying around from when I built my helicopter last year, said Lenny. Metal! Do not you think that will be too heavy to use for wings?  Asked Rudy.

 No, I calculated all of the angles. I will be like a human airplane, said Lenny. Rudy just closed his eyes. Ok, I will be over first thing in the morning and we will try them out, said Rudy. See you then, said Lenny. The next morning they dragged the wings up to the top of the mountain and Lenny the faster I run, the lighter they will get. The wind will lift me up and I will be flying, said Lenny, quite confidently.  All right, I am going to get a running start and take off, said Lenny. So, Lenny backed up about fifty feet and started running. As he ran, the weight of the wings started to wear out his legs and he got lower and lower to the ground. Just as he got to the crest of the hill, his legs gave out and he skidded across the ground on his face.

After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess you may be right they are a little heavy, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something lighters a couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have done it, said Lenny. You've done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wood and tissue paper. These things are so light I may get going by simply jumping off the roof. Come on over, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy.

When Rudy arrived, Lenny was already up on the roof with these hilarious looking pink wings. Pink wings! laughed Rudy. Yeah, this is the stuff I had left over from when I invented that giant Pig robot we used on Halloween last year, said Lenny. So you think you're just going to jump off and fly? asked Rudy. Yeah. Here goes, said Lenny. He backed up a little and took a quick dash and a jump.

Aaaaaaaaaaahh!!!  The wings broke right off and Lenny landed on his head in the middle of some bushes next to the house. After Rudy rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Lenny if he was Ok. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," said Lenny. I guess they may have been a little weak, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something not as heavy as the scrap metal and not as light as the tissue paper.

Sounds like a good idea to me, said Rudy as he rolled his eyes. A couple of weeks later Lenny called up Rudy. I have really done it this time, said Lenny. You have done what? asked Rudy. I reworked the wings. I made them out of wax and balsa wood. These things look just like bird's wings. Meet me at the mountain, I need a witness, said Lenny. I am on the way, said Rudy. When Rudy arrived, he saw the wings. They did look good! I need you to help me strap them on, said Lenny.

Rudy helped him strap on the wings. They fit real snug. There was a handle under each wing out near the tip for Lenny to use to move the wings up and down and a belt that went around his waste so that they would not fall off. Here we go, yelled Lenny as he backed up and began running towards the crest of the hill. He did not slow down and just as he got to the edge of the hill, he started to lift up into the air. He was flying! YAHOOO! Yelled Lenny. He flew and flew just laughing and hooting. He flew higher and higher. He was really getting high now, and he started to worry. How do I land these things? he asked himself.

That question was about to be answered. All of a sudden, he noticed that his wings were starting to melt. He had risen so high, that the sun was starting to melt the wax he used to make the wings. Pretty soon he had little tiny wings and he was flying about a hundred miles an hour down towards the woods. Boy this is going hurt again, said Lenny to himself. He crashed into the trees. Rudy ran up, Are you all right?  He asked. Yeah, I think so, but I am definitely going to quit trying to fly. This is too rough on the body, said Lenny.

To this day, no one believes Rudy when he tells the story of how Lenny flew like a bird. It may be good that they do not believe him, because others would probably get hurt, as did Lenny. Lenny also made a commitment not to invent anything that cannot be used while standing firmly on the ground. He often tells people, if people were meant to fly, they would have wings!