Period 1:
Present current events
Reading quiz & discussion on Breathing Underwater
Publishing beast fables
Relationships...
Period 2:
Present current events
Learning about the myth of the Monkey King
Reading Asian (Chinese, mostly) mythology & sharing thoughts - visit yesterday's post to learn more
Work on personal memoirs
Period 3:
Exploring Our Town
Period 5:
Writing creatively - Remember tomorrow is PUBLISH OR PERISH DAY
You can publish a work in progress to ask for feedback....(well, technically all writing is a work in progress).
For today's prompts: Write about 7 wonders of the world - they can be fictional, personal, or the real things OR write about something you lost OR freewrite.
You can always respond to the thought of the day.
Remember changing perspectives opens up even more opportunities.
Thought for the day...
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt
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Long Lost Deer
It was the start of a new spring, a new deer had been born within the past few weeks. Now, most new deer ran alongside each other, played with one another, and grazed the fields together. This one particular bambi didn't do anything with any other deer. He did everything by himself, and was rarely seen with the rest of the herd.
As the spring moved into the summer the deer started growing up. This deer was a wanderer. He had run from the herd, and surprisingly enough he was still alive. Living on your own didn't seem bad to the deer at this point, but little did he know winter was on its way.
When winter came the deer didn't know what the white stuff was. It was a new scene. Food became scarce, and it was hard for travel. Outrunning enemies became difficult too. By the end of his first winter he had almost starved to death. As anti-social as he was, it didn't look like change was on the menu.
When the next winter came, he had spikes on his head. He was a spike-horn. Living without the herd, and understanding what this meant cost the deer his life. He managed to escape the natural hazards of being a deer. Once he grew his antlers he had learned nothing of the new danger. It was now open season.
Moral: Stronger as a union.
The Dog and the Rat
Once apon a time in a lonely little house, a dog was sleeping. He rolled over only to find a rat looking at him. The rat was trying to figure out what kind of animal it was but when the rat looked into the big black eyes of the dog, he ran as fast as he could and hid behind the cupboard.
The dog who was lonely himself, went to find the rat. The dog let out a low growl then whimper. He said "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, why don't you come out and talk to an old dog?" The rat who was shaking, came out very slowly. "Who are you?" asked the rat. "I am a wise old dog who needs a friend." Then the rat saw the loneliness in the dogs' eyes and came closer. He too, was really lonely because he didn't have any friends either.
"I'm sorry I ran away from you, I was pretty scared." said the rat. "Well I'm sorry I growled at you and scared you." They told each other all about themselves. The dog was 10 years old and had lived in Florida but got sick of the heat so he moved up north where the weather changes often. The rat used to have a cat as a friend until the cat died and the rat hasn't had any friends since. So the moral of the story is : Never judge a book by its cover.
One early summer morning a robin woke up to the sun rising. He flew on to the meadow below him. The meadow was just turning green and was very mushy from all the snow melting, a few weeks previous. The robin knew this meadow like the back of his wing. He had gotten food from it every summer for the last three years. He knew to stay away from the road that the cars drove on, not to go far into the woods to stay safe from the coyotes that would try to make him their breakfast.
The robin's name is Fred. He is about five years old and is a fat robin. He always fed himself well. Fred has a friend who is also a robin. His friend's name is Bob. Bob is a very slim robin and is only three years old. Bob didn't get out of his nest until about noon time. Bob lived on the far side of the meadow which the sun didn't hit till about eleven-thirty.
This summer morning was no different then any other Fred was the first one to be there looking for his breakfast of worms. Fred had been walking around the meadow for about three hours before he noticed Bob flying towards him. By this time Fred had already walked he meadow and had eaten all the worms he could find.
Bob flew down beside Fred and said "Good morning Fred." Fred replied "Morning Bob." Bob decided he was going to walk around the meadow to find some food, Fred had his share and went back to his nest. The two went their separate ways. A few hours passed by, and Bob was very aggravated because he hadn't found any worms to eat. He decided to fly to Fred's nest and see if had any luck getting worms today. When Bob got there Fred was Shaking his head and laughing. Bob asked "Whats so funny Fred?" Fred replied "I have been watching you this whole time, have you learned anything today?" "Ummm no, i am just aggravated because i couldn't find any worms to eat" said Bob. Fred laughed and said "I got up a few hours earlier then you and must have eaten all he worms in the meadow." Bob was furious and flew off to his nest. But from that day forward Bob got up early to try and beat Fred to the worms in the meadow.
moral: Early Bird Gets The Worm
My heart, my soul
I wonder where you've gone.
I fear you won't make it.
Time is running out my dear.
My heart, my soul
Please hurry my love.
I'm waiting and will always be waiting.
I can't wait to hear your footsteps.
My heart, my soul
Where are you?
Your time is almost up.
Don't be late my love.
My heart, my soul
I know that you are close.
I cannot wait to see you.
My love its been so long.
My heart, my soul
I'm glad to see your beautiful face.
You made it my love.
I love you so much!
I think that something weird to eat would be placenta/fetus pie. I can't remember what country they eat it in, but that really doesn't matter, it would be disgusting in any country. I could never bring myself to eat a formed little animal, especialy in a pie form.
I don't know what ever led someone to eat a placenta. That is one person that I would never like to meet.
Placenta pie is something that I would never eat even if it was a life or death situation.
The whistle blew as the ball collided with the rim. The crowd erupted with cheers as the ref hustled to the score's table and signaled the foul on the visiting team and 2 shots.
The game was tied and I was sent to the line, only after missing a layup. Our fans on their feet, were screaming and shouting. The fate of the team rested on my shoulders.
The ball arrived to me with my feet set and my knees shaking. I saw Wilson give me that look and I shot the ball. The shot rimed out and with only 3 seconds left this last shot was it. This was the last chance to win the game we all wanted so bad and again Wilson shot me the reassuring look and I was more nervous than ever.
I caught the ball at my waist. I took a deep breath in and a dribble to my right side. I shot. The ball left my hand in slow motion and the rest of the world stopped.
young night
i reach out to the stars
as the sun sets
and paints the sky
and fly away
to a new day
the night is young
and so am i
and i'll fly away
to a new day
Pain
The way you look at me,
Tell me I'm not worthy and incapable,
when you look at me,
I feel pain
You look with a different tone,
It's not hard to see
Your touch is rough,
Not like before,
When you touch me,
I feel pain
~Sarah
Only a swing...
Back and forth, back and forth, when does it end? Sometimes it's okay when it's just the wind and me, those deserted summer days. My chains all rusted, it hurts sometimes, but I can't do anything about it, I'm just swing. Maybe someday someone will push me back and forth instead of shoving me, it really does hurts. Sometimes I dream of new places, different trees, a better view. Seeing the same thing everyday, it gets me all sad, well atleast I can see something. An image of a few trees in my view, the flowers all dressed in pink and yellow. They talk to me sometimes, but they seem to be preoccupied growing in all. Like I said it's a depressing thing being a swing. I would talk to the others beside me, but I can't see them. They look just like me I hear, that would be nice. To meet someone who feels just like me. Just to meet someone, well something. I guess we all get pushed around sometimes, well all the time. I remember the day they put me here, the sun shining on me warming me, i liked the feel of the wind against me, everything was great. I soon realized that my existance only consists of serving others. My seems useless to me, atleast I have this job. I feel bad for the tether ball.
Kim,
I love your poem. It's just like love when you're apart. When they have gone away, you want them to come back, and wonder where they are!!!
Awesome job!
~Sarah
Jacob,
I love your poem!
Has lots of variety!
~Sarah
Jacob, your story sounds like a person that wants to run away to me, but i really like it.
Kim, I like the repetiton in yours.
Teasha I like the images that yours produces about a swing on nice summer day.
Austin, I liked how you described the adrenalin rush your character is going through.
Kim, I liked how you repeated the line my heart, my soul. It added a lot to the poem.
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