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Thought for the day...
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.
— Helen Keller
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Long Weekends.
I love the thought of getting a monday off so, I can go to school on a tuesday. Long weekends give you extra time to do whatever you want to do, and whatever you didn't get to do on the weekend.
Here's a little bit from Spirits of Veil.
“What should I do,” Alan questioned as images past him like people on horseback.
The images in his head, the ones that he was seeing while he was sleeping still haunt him even from after the day they were created. The sound of the crackling of wood as it was being besieged by a foreign fire was all he could hear. Alan shuddered in agony he remembered this image. It was the night the Knights of Marist burned down his house and his family. The scream still was engraved into his mind.
“Why do these visions still haunt me worse then those that I have killed in cold blood,” Alan questioned.
“Because your mind is conflicting my warrior,” a new feminine voice informed him. “Two desires that are intertwined in one. However, fate could only allow you to have one in the future.”
“So you are saying that an event in the future will make me pick between revenge and what other option oh great Sif.”
Alan turned around to see the person who gave him and Alison the ability to finally get their revenge on the gods. The beings of Earth are typically described as demons, beings of malice. Looking as if they had multiple heads and barely clothed. Sif in person however, was different from the opinion of the artist and priest of Arixia. She looked more like that of a god of Veil then a demon of Earth if judged by Arixian artwork. With no marks, scars or anything signifying violence on her slightly tanned skin. Elegantly dressed in a red evening gown.
“The other problem is something that if you help could end your chance of getting back at the gods,” she began as the images recycled through turning the room from a bright white to a darkened black. “The other problem is your friend and partner in revenge. Alison, what would you do if she were injured? Would you bring her back and end the quest, possibly never getting another chance to show the gods your anger for their cavalier actions, or let her die and get your revenge.”
“Then I shall leave her dying,” Alan coldly admitted, pictures of Alison racing by. “She would want me to complete the objective that we both have suffered for. Is there anything that you had wanted to talk about Sif?”
However the being of his mind has vanished as if she was just a part of Alan’s subconscious.
So, here is my story about a girl who goes to four corners to pick strawberries with her mother and if you have any suggestions for me please tell me.
The girl picked strawberries with hands so small. It was going to take forever to fill the white cardboard box with red lettering that said “four corners”. The girl examined the strawberries from every angle. Big red juicy strawberries, the size of two marshmallows put together. The beating sun pounded on the girl making her take her bulky red crocks off, so her sweaty feet could lie in the hay-covered ground.
The girl felt ants and other little insects crawling on the back of her little legs, tickling her skin. She looked towards a plump juicy strawberry and noticed something moving. Lexa Jane walked over to the strawberry to pick the perfect berry. As she lifted the green leaf with holes in it from the Japanese Beatles a black and tan garden snake slithered away with its tongue exposed. Buzzing bugs were flying into her eyes and face. Mosquitoes were biting her face and arms causing her little arms to welt with pain. Flakes of skin falling to the dry rocky ground.
I look outside the window of my plane, after a very long nap and all I see is sheet after sheet of pure white snow falling from above. I'm kind of surprised that the pilot hasn't landed the plane yet. I turn to look over at Max, and all of a sudden I hear a loud crash and see flames coming from the other wing of the plane.
i woke up and saw blurry white dots rushing in all directions against the dark gray lifeless sky. when my vision came into focus, i looked to the left and then the right of me to find pieces of metal in random shapes and sizes. it was difficult to see because of the rushing snow, but i could never mistake that color of shiny aluminum metal for anything else. i tried to gather my thoughts of what just happened. it all came back to me in one big, horrible flash.
Today is a big day for me. I turn seventeen. The thing is my life is a little depressing right now. I really like this guy Ben Hamlet. He’s sort of new at our school. He is so cute. He has hazelnut eyes and sandy blonde hair. He was also one of the stars on the track team.
Last year my parents said I was finally old enough to date. I haven’t really had a boyfriend. I’ve only been on one date and that was great, except for the fact I was running on emotions. I realized I needed to set some standards for myself. I needed to be sure that he was mature and that he respected my personal space. I needed to be able to trust him.
It was a weird day at school. I felt like I was the new kid and everyone knew about me, so all they did was stare. I hated that I could feel their eyes burning a hole through me. "Leah, hun," Ray came up to me because I had called him the night before crying about my sick grandmother. "I'm sorry babe." I looked at him and wanted to cry right then and there, but I knew that my gram, who was helpless and dying wouldn't want me to cry, but I knew how I felt , and right now, I just wanted to cry. "Thanks," I managed to say as the bell for 1st period rang.
Finally it was the end of the day and I decided to walk home and take in some fresh air and not be so crowded on the bus and breathe in someone else's air. I just wanted to be alone and collect my thoughts. With a clear mind, I could probably figure things out without doing something irrational.
Nice Kim I like the description that you used and the nice turn you had with the plane catching on fire
This is something I wrote a while ago.
“It was the worst vacation ever!” my friend, Darrel, complained for what felt like the hundredth time on the half hour bus ride to school. “I was sick all vacation, my cat died, and my dad is not letting me take the test to get my drivers licenses until I get my stupid math grade up! I bet yours was better.”
“Yes, it was. That is the fifth time you’ve said that and, yes, I've been counting. I get that you had a bad vacation, but I would really appreciate it if you would just let me listen to my music,” I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
Just before I push the play button on my iPod, I heard him say quietly to himself “How could things get any worse?” Little did he know, things were about to get a whole lot worse.
i like the surprise in your story. i changed from being really happy to not so happy in one second! Good job!
---Kim
Jacob, you used a lot of really good descriptions. I could picture what you were describing very easily. Good job.
The picture torn and faded, lay wrinkled in my hands. The color now tarnished, but she shone through it with out effort. Long golden wringlets fell down around her face, forming around it. The shimmer in her emerald eyes heightened her smooth complexion. Cheekbones, lifted and rosy, conjoined with her dimples dipped into them. By the picture I held in my palms, I could tell, she was perfect. Her body curved in all the right way, thin and graceful looking. Her legs were stretched, long and elegant, like a dancers. Her smile uplifte me, and i didn't even know her. I do not know her laugh, or voice, or smell...I bet I've missed her from my very first breath. My mom. she was beautiful.
Kim,
I want to know more about what your character sees,describe the scene!
Great job!
~Sarah
Rachel,
I think your story is good. However I think that you could use more detail. When you said that you really like this guy, the reader needs to know why you like him so much what does he do or say? And what does he look like?
Rachel:
I like your story. You have great description, because I can picture Ben. I also like how you say that you want to set standards for yourself.
Kim, nice descriptions. I want to know what is going to happen.
Jacob,
I love the detail in your story. I can picture it perfectly. My favorite part was "It was difficult to see because of the rushing snow, but i could never mistake that color of shiny aluminum metal for anything else."
Jacob, I love how descriptive your piece is. I could picture every little scene perfectly. I loved how you described the snow. Awesome job!
Katie B, I like how you described the berries. The line, "Lexa Jane walked over to the strawberry to pick the perfect berry." seemed a little confusing to me. Maybe you could reword it.
i like your story because i want to know what happens next. Good job!
---Sarah
If I were the last person on the earth, and I had to take an item to help me live with nobody else around I would probably take my favorite drink Coca-cola, so I would never suffer from caffeine withdrawals,and I would probably ending finding a Coca-cola company, so I would never have to run out of coke.
dan, haha, i agree completely. i thought it was funny how short your piece of writing was. But It gave me that sense of how much you liked the weekends and doing what you want to do.
-teasha
This is just a paragraph from my 5 page story.
About an hour after I got home, Felecia called me. We were going to be such good friends; I could tell. She called my house just to see how I was doing, and thats what friends do for each other, they comfort one another. I felt like Felecia was the only one that I could rely on; the only one that is there for me. Everyone else judges me based on my appearance. Yes, I'm a little different. But, that's how kids were back at my old school. This school was so much more different, and I didn't know how to fit in, but I'm going to find a way I'm not going to let it stress me out.
jacob, i really enjoyed your writing! You put so much description into it that I could picture everything going on. It was great how you made it mysterious of what was going on and how even the character didn't know of what just happened. It made me think of so many things tat could be happening in your story. Nice Job =)
Sarah, I like your story, and I would like to know more about the characters, and it's interesting.
"What's eating at you Jerald," Allen said based on the lame expression presented on his face. His eyes were glazed over and his forehead slightly wrinkled. His mouth remained closed though his mind urged him to speak.
"Jerald!"
"What dude?" Jerald's emeraled eyes were engaging the television *The great bambino goes yard again.* it blasted.
"Turn off the tube, and open your ears. What is the matter with you Jerald?"
"Everything is jake, I'm perfectly OK. It's just Cornelia Keith."
*= t.v. talking
Teasha:
I liked your description, about the girls mother. I could really picture her. At first I thought you were writing from a guys point of view, but i liked it.
an excerpt from my portfolio piece that i liked.
as soon as the double-door closed behind them, selig and kiley relaxed.
"that went well." kiley said. "i'm glad they didn't take off their glamours this time. remember the last mission we got? that was friggin' scary." she laughed.
"indeed. the ancients in all their glory are terrible to behold." selig chuckled.
"oh, they're really not all that bad." kiley and selig both jumped, spinning around. "at least, not to anyone with half a spine." she was leaning againstt he wall, bare arms folded across her chest, revealing the strange tiger-stripe like markings on her oddly colored arms. her sneer, set in a pale, waxy seafoam green face like the rest of her body, revealed long, pointed fangs like those of a snake. her eyes were completely black, like a barn owl's, and three silver anti-eyebrow piercings went underneath her left eye. her hears, heavy with piercings, angled up into points sticking out of her wild, spiky, short lavender hair. Deirdre.
"well, hello, deirdre. how lovely to see you again." kiley said cooly once she had recognized her. "you know, you really should wear a glamour when making your presence known. hide that ugly face of yours. actually, if you wore one all the time, it would be nice, but..." she shrugged nonchalantly. "i guess we can't have it all, can we?"
"no, we can't, kilari. if we could, i'm sure one of us would be dead. too bad, huh?" deirdre smiled wolfishly as she began fingering the necklace she wore, made of the vertebrae of small mammals, human finger bones, and a single fang, probably a bear's.
"yeah, life's just not fair," kiley's smile barely masked the snarl underneath. "but, no point lamenting the cruelty of the world. we must be on our way. important things to do. but you wouldn't know a thing about that, would you?" kiley sneered.
i shall leave you there for now.
Katherine, I like the way you describe the bugs.
Dan, I love your piece about long weekends. It just feels so nice, to be able to go to school on Tuesday after having a monday off. Its quite a cute piece of writing. Magnificent.
Teasha, I am amazed by the description in yours. Nice job! (:
I don't know if I've posted this poem before, but I found it in my notebook, and I really like it.
With You
By Lauren Simano
I am going home
Not to a house or a building
Made of stone or wood,
But made of arms that will hold me,
Keep me safe forever.
I am going home
Not to a screaming family
From which I wish to escape,
But to a love that is true
And keeps me strong.
I am going to a place
Not where everything
Is too good to be true,
But is true
Because it is too good.
I am going with you,
Not always physically,
But I am going with you
Wherever you lead me
Because you have my heart.
I am going
To keep you forever
Because you say you are mine,
And I believe you
Because I am yours too.
I am going to die
Not of sadness, but of love
Because I am too weak
To bear something so strong;
I cannot do it alone.
I am going to eternity,
Because Heaven doesn't exist,
Reality doesn't exist.
The only thing I know
Is that I love you.
Jacob I really like yours. I could imagine whats going on. I want to read more! Nice work! :D
teasha, i really liked yours, it was very descriptive.
kim, i wanna know what happens next in yours!
Dan, your feelings are how most people would feel for Mondays, so I think that a lot of people will connect.
Rachel, I like the first line of each paragraph, because I can relate to them—when I turned sixteen, it was big for me because my parents said I couldn’t go on dates until I was sixteen. I really like the last two lines because they are exactly what I want in a guy.
Philip, I like your story, because I’m sure everyone has had a day where someone told them fifty million times about the same thing, which got on your nerves. It is really easy to relate to. I like the last lines, because everyone knows that if you ask “How could things get worse?”, you’re inviting things to get worse. The last line hooks the reader. Now I want to know how things get worse!
Jacob, I really enjoyed reading your piece. The part that must stuck out to me was the gray lifeless sky. It was a piece of writing that went from neutral to very upsetting. The pieces of aluminum was also key to my envisioning.
I don’t wanna be a teacher
I don’t wanna be a student
I just wanna be home.
I don’t wanna do work
I don’t wanna listen to you
Just let me leave.
Dan, I like your views on mondays, i think most people would share your views.
Jacob, I like the way you worded it. Made me visualize it.
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