Period 1:
Present current events
Breathing Underwater test
Period 2:
Present current events
Share Things Fall Apart Passages
Writing from a secondary character's perspective
Period 3:
Our Town: the essentials
Creating the plan
Period 5:
Writing prompt: "I was so bored..."
Sharing
Work on personal writing
Thought for the day...
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
— Carl Sagan
3 comments:
I'm so bored sitting in a classroom waiting for a student to occupy me so that they can write down notes, and sometimes I am moved to fulfill the student's need to see the white board. I sit with other chairs, and the only time we talk is if one of us has a broken leg. When all of the students, and the teachers go home we sit in a dark room, because the last person out turns off the light, and locks the door that leads to the hallway, and the other classrooms.
Dan,
Your details really help to capture the perception of a desk. I can't wait to read the rest.
Wind of the End
By
Justin Smith
Chapter 1: Breaking Dawn
There was a door, just a door, that’s all to see in this veil of unimaginable darkness. For the light was gone, escaped from the horizon like it was afraid of events yet to happen. Only a person, one meaningless person could be seen in this veil, standing in front of the lone door, if it was the only source of light in this dark world.
The door soon opened as if timed, or if it finally wanted this girl to see the contents inside of it. Slowly, it cringed open, creaking with every inch that the door grew apart from the position it was originally in. The girl waiting jumped back a few feet alarmed by the noise; the darkness affected her sense of hearing, fearing that the squeak was that of a monster that prospered in the veil of abnormal night that was about. The door opened right opened right after, thinking that it has gotten enough laugh out of this innocent soul, and just decided to let her pass to what was beyond it’s cold iron grip.
Light poured out of the door, a beacon to this landscape void of the light that it was supplying. The girl that was just once scared of the door, bowed and moved into the light. The only thing that could be seen for minutes was the same light that invaded the dark void previously. She just continued to run, the light was not phasing her eyesight one bit, the girl ran, and continued to until something came into view. From this distance, the object was unidentifiable to this girl. Not waiting for anything, she continued running, running to the object that broke the white light landscape the only thing diverse from the dark room.
It was quicker than she expected, she finally got close to the object that was only a blur to her, until now. It was a person, someone she never knew of, judging by appearance it was a male, around his early twenties. It was odd, for the only person she knew that had that hair, and eye color, was herself, a teal green that made it look like the sea itself was alive on their hair, and in their eyes. The male that was ahead of her, moved as fast as the light that colored the landscape. The girl stepped back as soon after she had blinked, the male that was a good half-mile away from her, was right in front of her face.
“YOU SHALL NEVER SEE THE POWER, THAT THE GODS WILL GIVE YOU, ENEMY OF THE KAZE,” yelled the male while lifting his arms up as if he was carrying a scythe, and was ready to swing it. There was no scythe in sight it was as if the male was imagining it. “You shall feel the anger of the Black Wings, under my name, the Reaper of the Wind, General Lance!”
“What are you talking about, what’s with the way you hold your arms,” the Girl questioned, as the male swung the imaginary scythe that he was carrying. “There’s nothing-
A head rolled to the floor all that was there was a blank expression of shock. It was the girls’ head; the male cut it off with the imaginary scythe that he was swinging. Blood leaked from both the detached head, and the remaining body, blood spewing from it, stumbling and soon falling on to the ground where it made a blood river from the insides.
“Why did you do this,” the girls’ head suddenly asked.
“You are a issue to the Black Wings and their plans, you shall be killed along with the rest of those who oppose the will of the mighty and powerful Black Wings,” told an agitated Lance who moved his arms to allow the scythe that they were carrying to be put into a position, in which he could stab her head easily. “Now you shall fear the might Black Wings which will finally be able to hunt you meaningless, disgraceful filth of blood ties.”
As fast as he previously moved Lance slammed down the scythe that he thought he was carrying, into the center of the girl’s detached head. What little was left inside was now squirting out of the sides of the scythe. Sure that the girl was now dead, he lifted out the scythe that was not there, and let go of it’s position. “Good riddance,” spat Lance as he disappeared into the light.
“Despite the fact that its light, I only see the dark of previous rooms,” the girl noticed as her eyes went black with the blood that was covering over them.
Air soon filled her chest as she stood up, gasping for the air, she thought she had no right too. It was still dark, but there was now clear and undisputable shapes that filled her room. It was still dark out; the moon was out unlike a few hours ago when she finally went to sleep after doing homework at about eleven at night. “I guess it was all a dream,” said the girl catching her breath still, looking over to see the clock projecting the time on the other dark wall. “Great too late to go back to sleep now.”
The girl swept the light, fluffy blanket that was keeping her body warm on to the floor. Still blind to everything in her room, she moved her left arm above her table stand; she knocked down a couple bottles crashing to the floor with a soft bang as it reached the rug below. Finally she found the slender shape of her desktop lamp. “Finally,” wishpered the girl as she turned the light on with a satisfied click.
Darkness left her eyes and soon the room was filled with light, traveling in all directions and making it’s light known to the room. This room was filled with a couple bookshelves, books wedged tight inside of it’s gentle casing. Redding, Smith and other names fill the shown the side of the books that lined the shelf.
This is another story that I'm working on. If you want me to work on this instead of the other story tell me now and I'll make this priority
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