Journal 50
Erica Jong said, “If you don’t risk anything, you risk
more. Write about what this means to you.
I think if you don't risk anything your risking that your not risking anything. That means your risking the possibility of getting advantage from risking. That's what I think.
Journal 49
Write from the point of view of a TV remote control.
NO!! DARN!! IT's morning again. My owner is gone, that's good but what we have in this house is just a bulldog and me. It sucked. He once ripped me off and my owner had to fix me. He chewed all the buttons out of my body. Sometimes my owner leaves me on the floor which make me more sad. If the owner is here, the dog is guarded so I'm free. However when the owner comes, it maybe more tiring. He presses every button. He has more than 120 channels. I HATE IT TOO!! The most suffocating and terrible time is when he watches a movie with me squashed under his butt. He doesn't find me until the morning because he sleeps right away. I like nothing about this house. I wish I was a human.
Journal 48
In one sentence, describe something (not someone) that is very ugly. Create a vividly ugly image, with words.
The a dead body was stuck on to the umbrella (it's head) which was unpleasant, nasty, disagreeable, alarming, tense, charged, serious, grave; dangerous, perilous, threatening, menacing, hostile, ominous, sinister, horrible, despicable, reprehensible, nasty, appalling, objectionable, offensive, obnoxious, vile, dishonorable, rotten, vicious, spiteful, unpleasant, hideous, unlovely, unprepossessing, unsightly, horrible, frightful, awful, ghastly, vile, revolting, repellent, repulsive, repugnant; grotesque, disgusting, monstrous, reptilian, misshapen, deformed.
Journal 47
Madison is so happy. In one paragraph, show that she is happy, but don't use the word happy.
MADison was so un-sad. A week before she found out that JOYison was dead. It was her only sister, however JOYison was un-good. She was so merry and cheerful unlike she was before. She was always mad. They all wanted the Spark™ but JOYison wanted to use it for un-useful stuff. MADison was using it for a dis-un-useful use. She was using it to mind control people and take over the world!! She is very un-mean.
The End.
Story written by MADison.
Journal 46
Write about a memory related to a holiday
This was my winter break when I was in third grade. Korea school's have longer winter break than the summer break because that's when we go to a higher grade. It snowed a lot in that winter too. I had two friends that were two years older than me living in the same villa. We played snow ball fight and we ate few drops of snow when it was dropping from the sky. We also had two Nigerian friends who joined us. They were brothers. They never saw snow in Nigeria so they were fascinated. We played hide and seek because we thought it was a good time to play it. Our villa had many spots to hide too. I was hiding and people were seeking. They couldn't find me so I went back up from the basement. NO ONE WAS THERE!!!! I checked their house and they were playing video games. Wow..... What a cheater.
Journal 45
Free Write
Write about a squirrel that as found a spoon in its house.
History of Squirrels. They used to talk too.
The squirrel was hunting the food for her babies. She came back and her eyes were blinded by great light. She went in and checked it out. It was silver, shiny THING. They babies thought it was food and tried to eat it but the spoon was too hard to chew. The mother Squirrel thought it was some kind of thing that is used like a bowl. She put the acorns in the spoon. The babies, who never saw acorns before freaked out and stepped on the back of the spoon. The acorns flew high in the sky and landed POOF. Everyone was stunned and had nothing to say. From that time to now, the squirrel couldn't talk still dumbfounded about what happened.
Believe it or not....
Journal 44
Write a letter to yourself as a ten years old.
Dear My self when Im 12
Hello! I just moved to KIS now. It is snowing like it will be for you. There are about 17 kids in here. In front of me there is Elliot and he is jumping up and down. Behind him there is Justin. The teacher is ok. The friends are welcoming too. We have like morning meetings here every morning. We play games and do a greeting. I enjoy it here and the cafeteria food is good, well better than my old school. I think I like this school.
KIS is quite big. It has three buildings, swimming pool and a soccer field. I always go out and play soccer with my friends. The lunch is longer than I thought so I had time eating and then playing outside. I guess you have those time too??? (don't know about 7th grade). Anyway I like myself here.
I don't know if you remember this or not but I read a book (I actually forgot - as a 12years old) and it was totally fun. From that time on I begin to go to the library instead of the soccer field. I went to play soccer only few times a week. I liked reading books but I barely took AR tests. I didn't like how the AR tested us in reading. However I really enjoy reading books and I want to go to the middle school library too! I guess you have been there??
From My self when I was 10
Journal 43
For the last two days you were not in school because of the weather - "snow days." As advanced we have become in the 21st century, we still can not control the weather. Do you think this is an advantage or a disadvantage?
I think it is neither. For real, in hum perspective it may be a disadvantage, but even now we have control over so many nature. I think we should leave the weather alone at least because we already harmed so much part of nature. If we get control of the weather I bet we will harm it too, although we can get the weather we want. So in short, I think it is a disadvantage to the people who needs certain weather but for me, or other people I think we should not control the weather because we don't have that much difficulties and preserving nature is also a big problem for us.
Journal 42
As this is being written, a show called "What Not to Wear" is popular on the cable channel TLC. Imagine more possible shows n a "what not to do" theme. Describe at least one idea (Dont forget to give the show a name)
"What not to copy"
-Sometimes teenagers has to copy some celebrities, and thats not always the best thing to do
-Sometimes students copy others work, but you never know if they are right
-Copying other's fashion can be frustrating for them and for you.
Journal 41
Freewrite
Title is really important to a book. It tells what it's about, the feeling, and sometimes the style of the author. Write a title about a story that is strange , and mysterious.
Title of this book is "What is the title of the book?"
Journal 40
What's your idea of the perfect vacation?
My idea of a perfect vacation is vacation without any accidents or problems, like losing things problem in hotel, and etc. Perfect vacations are vacations that are planned ahead and the information is fairly accurate. It must be interesting, enjoyable, and exciting. A calm, and a peaceful vacation. I don't want any commotion in my perfect vacation because I want to have a fun, relaxing time. And you mustn't forget your Mac Book.
Journal 39
What would you do with three wishes?
1. Come to me everynight and give me three wishes every day.
2. give me power to pick up everything with force like in star wars.
3. Ability to do anything I want by just thinking about it.(making a big building in one second by just thinking of it, getting a rocket in one second, if I think about it)
Journal 38
Free Write
Commercial
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World of Wonders....
And the Perilous journy that lies ahead...
Strategic and 2D game, Warcraft
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Journal 37
Great-grandpa Rotondo doesn't understand what a video game is. Or an iPod. Or text messaging. Pick one of the above and explain what it is in terms that even the most un-technological person can understand
iPod
iPod is just like a cassette player except it is smaller and can put more songs in it. It is portable and can be activated by a few clicks on the iPod. Cassette players have few buttons that activates the tape but ipod has a screen that has a menu and you can choose the songs and others, like games, options and etc... It is mainly operated by a button in the middle and there's a wheel around it which is scroll, since the songs are in a list. Here's a picture: And this is one of the iPod family. This is the iPod Nano. Journal 36
You are paying $10.00 per word to advertise in the classified section of the Upscale Times, a newspaper for a very wealthy area of town. You want to offer your services as a dog sitter. Write a convincing ad, but don't spend more than $200.00.
Dog Sitting!
Don't have time?
Call the professional dog sitter, that will love, care, and obviously feed your dog!
Not dogs? then call for details xxx-xxxx-xxxx
Journal 35
Three people are stuck in an elevator:
A teenager with green hair and many piercings
A pastry chef
A church organist
Write a conversation they have as they wait
It was Pope Benedict XVI 's birth day and it was held in the Empire State Building, at the very top. There were lots of people going to the party although this time, the elevator was empty. There was the pastry chef, who is late to his party with a humongous salmon, tuna, (he is told to deliver this although he is a pastry chef) and a huge strawberry cake, and they were barely hanging on to his shoulder. Then there was this teenager with green hair and many piercings who was called by his father because of his bad behavior in school, and there was the church organist who doesn't even know why he is here. The story went like this...
The first floor.
"DUDE W8 FOR ME!!" said a teenager, and he got on the elevator.
"OOH!! Wat the heck are you carrying the smelly fishes for?! You look like a dope man~ Just give me the cake and I shall be happy. " cried the teenager,
"It's the pope's 83rd birthday and he loves fishes and no, I won't make you happy." replied the pastry chef,
"Man~ Your gud at making sushi rite?" asked the teenager,
"... I don't really make sushis.... I'm a pastry chef." said the chef
"WOAH, but y the heck r u carrying the huge stinky fish?" asked the teenager
"I don't know, but I was told to deliver it because I was late.." answered the chef,
"ARGHH!!!!!" the guy next to them screamed, who looked older than the Pope,
" WHA AM I HERE! I CANT REMEMBER!!" screamed the guy, again
"Calm down man... who knows? and what are you? asked the teenager,
"Im a church organist and I don't know why I'm here." said the church organist,
"Maybe your going to the party with me, and by the way, dude your piercings looks totally artistico!" said the chef
"Maybe? But wha am I here? Can I gow to the parety?" asked the church organist, in a Italian accent
"... me no me gusta ITALIAN!" said the teenager, in Spanish,
"Thats spanish..." said the chef,
"oh darn. Dude say pieces." said the boy, thinking of the funny youtube video with the Italian funny accent,
"You dare, young man, don't make him say bad words" scolded the chef
"GET TO IT NOW!! I WANT TO GOW! screamed the organist.
"yeah why the heck am I here, arn't we supposed to arrive already?" said the teenager, and he looked at what floor they were in
".................... WHAT THE HECK? U DIDN'T EVEN PRESS THE BUTTON U IDIOT" screamed the teenager,
"Oops" said the chef
Journal 34
Free Write
No longer Available
I was writing prompt 34 for Creative writing ambitiously because that was my last prompt for my class. I was so furious in a way that is determined and was stiff like a frozen rock. My hands were like dozens of octopus legs typing as if there is a time limit. Well, yes there is a time limit but then I had like eight hours. I wrote the prompt and was ready to go. It was a wonderful prompt. So I saved and that was NOT IT. As soon as I clicked save, it was like THIS SERVICE IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE!!! ARGHHH!! I should of copy and pasted to somewhere else and I was too lazy to do it... ㅡㅡ;;;;;;
Write What You See!!!
"A lonely man is a lonesome thing." John Cheever, American Author 1.What does the man's body language tell you? What are the possibilities?
The body language tells me that he is quite hopeless or tired. He may be disabled or some sort of handicapped. 2. If you sat next to the man in the photo and he was awake, what questions would you ask him?
I would ask him, why are you sad? I ask him whats wrong what is he doing here. 3. How does it feel to be alone?
being alone feels lonely and it makes you doubt about yourself. You begin to think what is wrong with you. At least that's what I think.
Journal 33
Reflect on the process of writing a short story. What did you learn from the process? If you had the assignment again how would you approach it?
I learn in the process of writing a story that the story needs a clear purpose. In addition, I think you must chose a good topic according to the instructions like the following of a introduction, rising action, climax, and the falling action, then resolution. For example, a mystery detective story. It has a format of getting the case, getting the clues, solving the crime, catching the criminal, and finally what happened to the criminal and what happened to the detective.
If I get a chance to do it again, I would get a better topic although it is creative. That way, I can get a better purpose for the story and easily write the story in the right format. If I just wasn't stubborn and I fixed the topic from the begging, my story will be better. I wish I could get another chance though.
Journal 32
Sad...
It was Italia. Pvt. Vasili I Koslov was assigned to be the Mediterranean coast guard for a few month. It was his first experience as being part of the Navy and he was excited. He was trained in Rome and was transferred down to the coast. Pvt. Vasili is a healthy young man with ambitious eyes and he was a really hard worker. Although he only lived in Italy, he was able to speak 4 different languages, which was Spanish, English, French, and Italian. He chose to join the navy to honorably take his father's place, who died when a German pirate attack his ship. They were armed with guns and his men were sniped by the pirates. He was the only man on board and was able to contact the HQ before he passed away.
It was his first day. His captain taught him how to use the microphone and answer the incoming messages. Nothing went wrong in the first few weeks and he was now used to the equipments. But one day, there were some incoming alarm and the Lieutenant contacted him.
"I'm Sinking!!! I'm Sinking!!!"
Well, Vasili thought it was a great time for him to show his English skills and show some respond, he answered
"Um.. Um.. This is the Italian Coastguard. I'm Private Vasili I Koslov. What are you sinking about?"
he asked innocently.......
Moral: You must learn Languages PROPERLY
See the Original Video >>>>>
Journal 31
Free Write
Life of Muhammad
The people in the Arabian Peninsula didn't write much so they told stories. There was a famous story teller named Brian and he will tell the story of Muhammad.
" Well....
It was a sunny and arid Arabian Peninsula day. There was one house which was really noisy. It was the house of the famous prophet Muhammad. The Islamic history began with the birth of Muhammad in 570 CE, Mecca. Muhammad was a normal Arabian kid with no other special characteristics than his uncle being the chief of his clan. Although his parents passed away when he was six years old, he was taken a good care of his clan people and especially had a great respect because his uncle was the chief. He was said to have many mothers and fathers that referred to his elders in his clan. People were very loyal to their clan and often fought over oases, live-stocks, food, and for territorial disputes. They also fought for revenge of their ancestors. For example, if a Arabian's great great grandfather was killed by another person in another clan, his son would try to kill their people and when he died, his son would take over and so on. So the fight were often considered to continue for generations.
The Arabian culture, known as the Pre-Islam, they worshiped many gods and even up to 320 gods. Believing in many gods were known as polytheism. They prayed to their gods in Mecca, and in the centre of Mecca was the Ka'aba, a black cube that was built out of cloth and wooden sticks. In there, was statues that represent the gods and people went to pray to their gods in there.
Muhammad changed everything. It was one day, when he wen to a cave to meditate, the Archangel Gabriel him self came and talked to him with the words of God, in Arabian Allah. After then, he believed there is only one God, and other Gods weren't real. When he got enough followers he escaped to Medina and ruled there. After a few years, in order to gain power in Mecca, he fought a war with the high authority people in Mecca and finally, the holy city of Islam, Mecca was his. Mecca was connected to other parts of the world because it was considered to be in the middle of the trade route of Europe to Asia, Asia to Africa. Muhammad also had many knowledge about other religions and cultures because he was first a normal merchant, and a trader. He traded with Christians from the Byzantine Empire and also Jewish people and that taught him all about the religions.
After Muhammad was considered as the holy prophet of God, people came to him for judges. People said that he was an honest broker. He was able get the strong Bedouins to become Islamic and they were the main fighters of their Empire. Bedouins were awesome at fighting since they fought everytime and they got stronger because they were united into one religion, Islam.
Journal 30
Free Write The Day of the Dead
It was Novermber 1st. It was the Day of he Dead in Mexico. My friend Mark and I was planning to build our alter together. We were going to put a picture of the old school where lots of people died because the school broke down of a strong hurricane. We got all the materials, like for example, a model of a frog, picture, and some others. We had fun making the sugar skulls. The alter was finished and we took a picture next to it.
As the days went by, we didn't look at the alter. Then I one day, I went to the alter and looked. I screamed like a maniac. I was totally scared and there was a chill in my bone marrows. The picture was different. It wasn't a school anymore. There was a head. A dead head. There were students corpses and their head were departed. The head seemed so real. They moved. They had blood. I called mark right away. His mother seemed to have picked the phone up. I asked her if I can talk to mark and she said who the heck is Mark. I said that it was your son and told her to stop joking around but she just said I got the wrong number and hung up the phone. Mark was gone. Vanished and I am now the only one who knows about this. Everyday the picture got real and more real and there were more corpses and more blood. They glared towards me when ever I went past.
It did all this because I would of done the same. In addition, I was also killed in my school, by a hurricane. Now its my turn...
Journal 29
Some say you can tell a lot about a person by the vehicle he or she drives. Picture a car. (or is it a truck? or an SUV?)
In your mind, rummage through this car. Check it out from every angle. Describe the car and the man or woman who goes with it.
There was a truck that I saw in the streets. It had many things in the back. There were these old refrigerators, Tvs and all kinds of junk. I could tell what that truck was for and how the driver lives. Since it had many old junks, I figured out even before looking at the sign at the side that its kind of like a second-hand car, except the fact that they buy those junks instead of selling. Since this guy who was driving was buying junks, I knew that he wasn't rich. He is most likely to be poor. He buy those and break it apart, and sell some parts in the Tv or refrigerator. For example, a computer, there is one part that has a gold coating and if he gets many computers, he is able to melt it and sell it. The second thing that I noticed is that the truck is obviously not that clean, so he is not a neat person. The truck looked shabby like any other trucks.
Journal 28
Write from the point of view of a freshly scrubbed floor
Yeh! Im cool! I rock! I'm clean and I just got all the dirt of me. I like hate to be bathed and be soggy but after it I feel wonderful. I feel like the blue sky with no clouds. I feel fresh and I feel the same feeling that "humans" feel when they drink this thing "coke", which is sparkling and you feel some kind of a satisfaction after the rough sparkles down your throat.
On the other hand, I hate when I'm bathing. They scrub me with these metallic spongy thingy mop it and water it and finally dry me off with the stupid old cloth. I feel desperate for air when I'm bathing and I often sneeze when there is water all over me. I wish I didn't bath but I saw some real dirty dudes on the black box, one of those that people watches it and enjoys and that dude wasn't really favoured by people.
Although I love the refreshing and cool feeling right now, I wish I never bathed. Or at least I could be clean without bathing. Like using one of those watery thingy that people squish it out of a tube. It once dropped on me and it smelt alcohol like but it was quite refreshing. Scrubbing hurts because the woman always does it really hard. O well, but I'm clean after all, what can I say.
Journal 27
Free Write
He has always been quiet, although I don't know why. Once in a while he would talk, even to his friends. And oh yeah, he didn't have much friends. Well, he didn't quite have a friend. No one hated him, but no one liked him. It seemed like he hated to talk. The teacher payed extra attention to him, since he didn't share much. He was a good student though, except the fact that he doesn't participate. He turned in his homework, every time (at least I think so). He did quite good on quizzes but he wasn't the best. You know, but there was this something that made me hate him. Oh, I think I know why. He was SO quiet that it was annoying. Every time we get a detention for talking, he is the one who is always excluded in that group. It was not because of the test. No its not. I always did good on tests. I know it is because he was so quiet. it got to be. It got to be.
The whole story went like this. Well it was like any other day except that the teacher was handing back our tests. We were so nervous. And I think he was too, nervous. We got our tests back and I think he got it before me. I know that because he was smirking at me. Seems like he was bursting with laughter in his head, and he was staring at me. The thought of how he was so quiet in class went through my mind. It suddenly made me raged. It wasn't the test. It wasn't the test. I just know it was what he did everyday. So I did it. I did it. Don't blame me it was that he was the one that was so quiet. Don't blame me for the dirty mess that was left in the bathroom, with a razor and a plastic bag.
Journal 26
Chris walks into a room. By describing only the reactions of the others in the room, let us know something about him.
It was a normal week day and everybody was getting ready for the class and was sitting down at their seat. The bell rang and students were fiddling around with their macbooks. I guess people were happy that one seat was empty. They were like 'oh yes!! Please don't come.' Well as the bell rang and there was the announcement. Our teacher started talking when the door opened. And everyone was like "crap." It was Chris. We dread coming to this class because of Chris. We were like 'oh man, we need to see him doing his wacky gestures, hear his weird accent and even be in the same class with that annoying person.' Well, that much pretty much it. He came in and sat down. The teacher was like, Chris you are tardy his gesture and his reaction once disgusted us again. My friend John was staring at the back door, near where Chris was sitting. He was laughing, in a silent way and I knew what he was thinking about. When our principle was looking at our classroom from the back door, he got caught playing games. It was funny.
Write a paragraph that starts with this sentence "the grass smells red"
The grass smells red. With all the sunset reflecting on it. Warm smell, which was so red. It looked green but when I closed my eyes, the smell was burning red. It was pleasant though, how the smell excited me and so. The smell was great, and overwhelming. It tortured me in someway but was favourable. I was smelling deep into it. It was like as if I was getting closer to the sun. Burning red, it smells, making the image of the bright red sun. Warm or rather hot, it doesn't feel like grass anymore. Lying down, as I smell, the grass seems more soft, and hot. Melting as I smell, I feel it from my head to toe, the burning grass as I smell. The bright red, resembles the bright sunset, warm, comforting and addicting. My memories pass by as I smell, this is how the grass smells red. With all the sunset reflecting it....
Journal 24
Weave a story around this mixed proverb: silence is a great healer
Silence is a great healer
Silence was a quiet man. He was known as the Silence the great healer because once he saved the mayor's life by being silent.
The story goes like this...
In a ragged house there lived a man. He had a couch, he had a bed, and he had his own pan. His house wasn't considered grand, but wasn't poor either. He was known to be really silent but is not anti-social. He attends to every town meetings, go to town parties and also invite people to come over to his house. But he was usually the one that was quiet, listening to the squeaking mouse. Some say, he was a criminal or something in the past because he was so quiet and concealed and has to be banned. Nobody knew what he did for his living but most of the people liked him, I guess.
One day, the mayor was announced to be sick. When Silence visited, he had a blanket which was really thick. Unfortunately, the mayor had a speech on the next next day and he was really sick and couldn't go. But he couldn't just not go because the Press has come for him. He had a bad reputation to other mayors and other people in other town, because he sealed a river and made a damn which were supposed to be shared by 5 other towns but he blocked the dam for his town. So this conference was a chance to change his reputation and making deals. But now that he was sick, he was about to lose his job and his life. Well, Silence saved him, well healed him by being silent. He told the other people to not tell anybody that the mayor is sick but the people were amazed of how he could talk. Anyway, they agreed and the town was silent. The mayor knew he would lose his job because everybody will say that it was the punishment from God. They were all Christians too.
There was one reason that mayor couldn't heal. His house was really noisy and he had so many kids that annoyed him. Well silence the great healer got his name by this incident. When he saw the kids were annoying and the house was really noisy he let the mayor stay in the town hospital where it was much more quiet. He was able to heal in that day. Well because of his advice he healed but he told others that people needs to be in a silent place to be cured because they stress and their sickness gets worse, so he was now, the Silence the great healer.
Poem: Ballad
Originally: Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein
Journal 23
they say opposites attract. Use at least five pairs of opposites in a paragraph about some kind of transportation
examples: week/strong loud/quiet high/low
There are many transportation in our world. There are physically powerful transportation like tanks, but there are also week transportation like those mini coopers, and martiz that even gets blown by hurricanes. There are transportation like Lamborghini, sports cars which are really fast but there are transportation like tractors that are really slow and is used for different use. Longest transportation is the airplane, for passengers. The shortest transportation is I guess golf cart and some sort of small cars. Some transportation are really comfortable and some are not. For example some comfortable transportation are like Bentley, Porche SUV, Kayen and some sort of train and plane, on the other hand, there is uncomfortable transportation like golf cart and tractor. Some transportation are loud like motorcycle, and sports cars but some are quiet.
Journal 22
Free Write
Haiku Practice
Spring
The Spring launches in
Trees, leads the squad of flowers
Ok! Lets move out!
Write What You See
• When have you found appearances to be deceiving? Describe an incident.
There was a time when I thought this beetle was a dust when I was cleaning my room but fortunately I didn't touch it not yet.
• Write a fable with the moral, “Appearances are often deceiving.”
The decision
There was a farmer. He worked hard and he was a really responsible farmer. Giving food to his farm animals regularly, watering the land, and the plants often, and mainly looked after his farm and his properties. Up in the sky, there was an eye, looking at the farmer as he was working, the goddess of agriculture, Demeter was looking at him. There was also some goddess who was looking at him. It was the goddess of love, Aphrodite.
Demeter sent an angel to the farmer, in order to tell that the goddess of agriculture will be visiting your house to make your farming more successful. Aphrodite had a plan too. She was planning to have the farmer has her husband. She took the one golden apple and was headed to the farmer's house. On the other hand, Demeter was on her way, riding a tractor in order to get to the farm. They arrived at the same time, when Aphrodite was wearing some fancy clothes with the golden apple, when Demeter had mud all over her clothes, and in a tractor. They were all the guests of the farmer but the house was small and there was only one table.
Demeter told Aphrodite to shoo because she was going to make his farming successful, but Aphrodite argued that she was going to marry the farmer and plus she has the golden apple. They argued and shouted over each other when the farmer shushed them. Demeter said to the farmer to make the choice. The farmer thought and looked at Demeter. Then to Aphrodite. He thought no god will have mud on her clothes, and ride a tractor. Then he thought about Aphrodite. He thought even if she wasn't the goddess but she is still beautiful so he chose Aphrodite.
Demeter was furious when she was rejected and cursed the farmer. After Aphrodite married him, the food all turned to rats and the water turned green and was not fresh. His crops got diseases and so has his animals. He then flew away with Aphrodite but then his hunger couldn't stop. Even if he ate the food made him weaker. Demeter actually had the seeds have swainsonine alkaloid which makes the body be unable to make the foods into energy. At last, the farmer dies of starvation and Demeter got her revenge.
• Write a story in which you find yourself surrounded by objects and buildings that are much
larger than they normally are.
When I got into trouble by fighting with my friend,
Journal 21
Blurp! Slosh Snort! Write a paragraph incorporating at
least ten onomatopoetic words. Onomatopoetic words
are words that sound like what they mean.
Examples:
boing hiccup
beep plop
swoosh fizz
The cars honked and the police was beeping, with the loud whistle. It was a noisy day so I decided to hop down from my bed and dash to the zoo. In the zoo, the lion was roaring, tigers slurping their food, and the monkeys swooshing down from the big tree. I got wet when the hippopotamus splashed the water all over me. The gorillas banged, and tried to smash the cage with their fist over the excitement. When I was going around, while whispering to the animals, I saw a chariot with two white horse pulling it. The person who was riding it was whipping them to make faster. I giggled when the horse bumped into the wall, which made the rider cuckoo. I had a great time going around the zoo but when I went back to the street, the car screeched, and honked, and BOOM, it crashed. The people who drove the car was smacking, hissing at each other, and roared at each other like the lion. ROFL, I'm back to my life.
Journal 20
Freewrite The Last Supper
By Leonardo Da Vinci in 1498
All has gathered,
my disciples, my apostles,
It may be the last,
I see,
one of you will be,
the betrayer of me,
Peter I warn, I know,
not only him but one,
another will not return,
will die, in this day after this supper,
the Last Supper
All has gathered but I,
my heart,
is not part of this,
Jesus is right,
the betrayer, the guiltiness,
Last supper it is, and
yes I know, I regret,
but no turning back,
I made my mind,
sorry but no,
I won't come back,
it IS the Last Supper,
One another, but the other,
Peter, he says,
Yes I know,
I will agree,
I don't know you, I don't believe you,
give me your hand, the mark of nail,
show me your waist, the scar of spear,
I will not know who you are,
from the second, you die
and yes, it is the Last Supper
Poem, Creative Poem
File, Napoleon Crossing the Alps
Journal 19
Use this metaphor to spark a poem: a chest of childhood
The chest of childhood is neatly laid behind,
forget the punishment
forget the test
forget the fight and find,
the new life, the fresh history
The treasure of child hood is left aside,
now I'm big,
I don't have toys,
I live in a campus,
the real life, the start of life
The package of child hood is long lost,
I have a job,
I have a car,
I have a house of my own,
My life, the dawn of my life
The bundle of childhood is now long forgotten,
want to go back,
my eyes are bad,
I feel weak,
End of life, the dusk of my life
Journal 18
Free write
The cafeteria food
The Outer-Universal food,
how was it like?
wanna touch it?
wanna eat it?
You eat it everyday,
our outer universal food,
in a place called
"cafeteria"
They are on a diet all the time,
how much do they give you?
do they eat that much?
The amount of food that 1st graders enjoy?
wow thx, you gave me a lot...
Now we have to get another dish and pay more!
Great,
THX!!!! ROFL!!!
Journal 17
Cry for Independence
I tell ya to try
but you know we'll neva cut
the chain of slavery, of the white, we loathe
One day, some day, we Negros will have fun, but surely, that's after we are done
Brothers, I call Brothers, bring another
It is always good to have more, I have to admit,
At this point, I again tell you that,
No turning back, you know,
War has started, and we roar,
Bled, and bled and dead
Bled? Where? I got your head!!!
Journal 16
List 10 things you usually do on a rainy day. Pick one from your list and freewrite for 5 minutes.
1. Eat hot Ramen
2. Sleep in my cozy bed
3. Watch movie
4. lie on the sofa and read
5. Who cares, just PLAY out side
6. Do homework
7. Do the same things that I did when it didn't rain
8. Study for test
9. Eat Supper
10. Play my guitar
When it is raining it is cold and it feels lonely and sometimes when you ride like the buses there is this soggy feeling and there is just the right food for that feeling. It is hot noodles. First of all, I love it so it doesn't matter when I'm eating it but it especially feels warm and comforting if you eat it in a rainy day. It usually is more effective if there is more rain. So pouring rain is the best day you could get. (thunderstorm would be better) So basically the warm noodle calms you down when there is the crazy rain smashing into your window. It also makes your stomach full which eventually makes you sleepy and that causes you to feel warm, cozy, and comfortable. Then the next step is to get into the bed. Then sleep!! Make yourself comfortable and get in the blanket and forget about the rain. GOOD NIGHT!!! (depending on when you are sleeping)
Journal 15
Place this sentence in a paragraph where it will make sense: Bea had never before wanted to be a bee
Bea had never before wanted to be a bee. The bee was gently resting on the flower and flew away when ever Beatrice came by. She really wanted to be a bee. She also wanted to soar up the sky with those tiny wings and be able to rest on beautiful flower petals. She envied the free life of the bee, enjoying it's leisure life in the warm spring. Bea had some big reports due next Monday which made her more jealous of the bee. She wanted to be a bee more than ever in her whole life. It actually also the first time that she ever wanted to be a bee. What was Bea's problem, she wondered herself. Then she woke up.
Journal 14
Electricity is recent discovery. Think of 12 things to do when there is no power.
- Start to find things that can be useful with electricity
- Create a generator to make electricity, like using fossil fuels
- Instead of fire for lamp (candles), we can make a electricity lamp
- Think of other ways to generate more electricity
- Since there is a better generator, make new things that can be easily generated by electricity
- Make transportation generate with electricity
- Make phones
- Heat food / water
- Get cooling/heating systems
- Get medical gears
- Make cranes to build houses
- Build larger buildings by using mechanical instruments\
Journal 13
What kind of cartoon show might appeal to the over age 65 audience? Imagine the show. Then, in 100 words, or less, describe the show and its main character
There was a man who was very rude in the train. He had his leg opened that covered 3 spaces including his butt. There were lots of elderly people in the train and they were quite angry. Then there was this old man who was wearing teared jeans and you could feel the force in him. He had chains and his white hair was a mowhawk. He ran up to the man. He bit his leg and said "Yo mama, you get the heck outa here before I get you down, under the train."
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Journal 12
Describe what you feel right now using your sense of smell. If you feel frustrated, write about what your frustration smells like. Use vivid words, don't skimp on adjectives.
I smell fresh and sweetness because I got over a hundred in the quizzes I got today. Well, the dulcet odor of my feeling was a bit gone and I smelled something kind of a because I am kind of sleepy since I just ate lunch but I have to stay awake. In the morning I had a pristine mind but now that I have more home works and other things to worry. So I also smell the burnt smell of something because I'm so frustrated and can't turn my fire off because I don't know where it is as I don't know what to do first in my homework. The smell of the fire can be more described as bitterness because the smell is not pleasant.
Journal 11
Fatima is a very spoiled teenage girl. Show that she is spoiled, by describing what happens when she doesn’t get a car for her birthday
Fatima is 16 and is a daughter of a really rich family. Her dad is the CEO of Tata and just bought Jaguar last year. She always got what she wanted in her life. She has every expensive accessories. Her pajamas is specially ordered from Louis Vuitton because they don’t sell pajamas. Her watch is from Rolex and everything else is expensive. She already had SL-500 from Mercedes-Benz and Cayenne from Porsche but she wanted a new Bentley this birthday. Her dad promised and the day had come. She couldn’t even sleep that night. It was her birthday. The whole house was decorated bright and red which was the colour she liked. She looked around for a key for her car. Then her dad gave her a present. Her heart was thumping. She opened the box, and there was a beautiful diamond necklace. It had 8 huge diamonds with the gold chain like string.
SHE GOT MAD. She threw away the birthday cake and ripped the necklace. “WHERE IS MY CAR?” shouted Fatima. Her dad couldn’t buy it in time and he explained that it will take a month. She just threw a fit. She started to cry, repeating, I want my Bentley. Her dad was a bit angry too because the necklace was really expensive and so as her cake. He was able to calm himself down and went to calm his daughter. She shouted, yelled her throat out and cried, and cried, and cried. Her dad got upset because he couldn’t calm her down and he tried to. He bought her an expensive necklace and even told her that the car would come a month later but she couldn’t just wait. He left her to cry and learn her lesson.
Journal 10
Free Writing
Note: This is supposed to be read in an Austrian Accent
"Aren't we suppose to be together?"
Hanz and Franz were lovely friends. And oh ye, there were good friends. They were going to the same school, same classes and the same instructors.They walked together to their house because one lived across from another. They never fought either. Hanz and Franz always had original ideas that they agreed upon on. They were still great friends. Making a secret handshake and hand movements. There was also secret communication way that they signaled each other. Such as, "Isn't that guy just greedy?" in their word was "Don't you think there are many pigs around here?" everyone will say no when Hanz will say yes secretly meaning something that others dont think about.
One day in school, Hanz and Franz fought for the first time in their life. They fought because they promised to study the samething, learn the samething and study the same amount. Well, Hanz studied a bit more and got a 100% when Franz got a C. They finally apologized to each other and they made a promised that they will succeed together, study together, and die together. Next month, the most terrible thing happened to Hanz. He was stabbed with a knife by a thief who thought he had a gold ring in his hand. He stole it but it was a fake.
Regret and fear is what Franz felt. He was so sad that he had lost his best friend but was also scared. He remembered how he promised his death together. Few months later, after the fears were gone, he forgot about the promise. It was a silent night with owls and birds. It was about 2'O clock when there was a creaking sound at the door. It was Hanz. But not happy. 2'O clock was when he got stabbed but it was pm. He stared at Franz with hatred and glory. "Didn't we promise Hanz? We do everything together and we die together right? I can help you. How would you like it to be? A small dagger? Or a Machete?"
Journal 9
Free Writing
The twins
It was a cold winter day when everybody in the streets covered their unprotected skin with warm fur coats. The streets were filled with snow and the houses were dark. Except one house and the house which seemed to illuminate the streets. In the house there was a young boy, just about 8 playing the piano so excessively and concentrated that he wouldn’t even notice if a bomb exploded behind him. He was so-called the genius. He learned to play piano even before he ran with his two legs in the age of 2.
There was one strange fact about the boy. He had no memory about the past. Someone found a boy being mugged in the streets of London and saved him. He was wearing some expensive Burberry clothes, Cartier watch, etc. Anyway, he often dreamt realistic dreams. Once he met his mother in the dreams. He woke up and went downstairs calling for his mother but there wasn’t anybody except John, the one who adopted him. The house remained silent occasionally except the sound of the piano. Then he dreamt again. He dreamt of going to the market and shop with John. He thought it was real and looked in the cellar for the wine he had dreamt. As he played the piano, he got more confused whether it was a dream or not because he always played a new piece in his dreams thinking it is his real life. More he played the piano, the more he was in confusion and one day he recognized that it wasn’t his dream that made him feel that way but was the piano and the music that he was playing made him be confused with his dreams.
However, he couldn’t just stop and quit playing the piano because he loved it. He didn’t tell John about this either because whenever he tried to tell him, he was confused whether it was his dream or not. He was now really confused. Waking up seemed to be a dream about waking up and playing the piano seemed he was really playing the piano. It was just messed up. He couldn’t get it right. And oh yes, this is all a dream. Everything was a dream even being an orphan. He had no memory because there was no such thing. His dream started at the point of getting adopted. It is a dream of a fact that happened to the person who played the same piano, in the same lounge, in the same house, the same name, Idénticos, twin, in spanish. EVERY, men who plays that piano will, be the of Idénticos of the piano.
Journal 8
Write a paragraph about a cat that is attacking something. Dont use the word hiss, scratch or pounce
In a peaceful Mexican farm with the crops slightly getting the beat as the warm, refreshing Fall breeze went by. On the farm, there was few boars, many pigs, two horses. Then there was the mean dog and a cat who always reacted to his mean attitude. The dog never worked either but cat at least had a "job" that she did. It was keeping an eye on the intruders or some "spirits" as she called it. The farm animals were now frustrated. The dog, ignavus, a latin word for lazy was not working at all. He was only eating the crops that the farm animals made. The cat was on duty and caught the dog stealing some cow milk near the barn. She was really angry because that was her reward for her duty at night and the day. She dived towards the dog from the roof of the barn and bit his ear. He was bleeding but still had energy to fight. The dog first was dazed but figured what had just happened. He began to fight the cat. The dog was pretty strong and was able to throw the cat off his ear. The cat mewed and the dog barked. The cat jumped and dived for the other ear but the dog doged and went for the throat. They both missed but was tired. They were raging with fear even though they had no power to express that anger. The cat finally fished this. She realized that she couldn't fight with her power but she need to use her brain. She ran away after knocking over a bottle of "something". The dog was happily rejoicing his victory when his tail caught on fire. The cat came back, crawling behind him and make his tail catch on fire. She knocked off the bottle of oil and used the match to light the dog into power. They fought for the whole night until the farm animals woke up. They realized that there was no ignavus. They were relieved but wondered, "Where is Ignavus?" Well, the cat only knew the truth.
Journal 7, List of things
What I did this month...
1. Wake up, reluctantly, staring at my fan wondering why it is turned off
2. Pick up an empty bag when I packed another
3. Eat rice with my soup spoon
4. Sit in the wrong bus seat
5. Run around crazily in my house
6. Play Call of Duty 4 with my friends and PWND them
7. Lost my pencil case
8. Buy a new red and white USB
9. Learn Spanish
10. Get great teachers.
11. Got my best clubs.
12. Become Class Rep
13. Play badminton with my dad and lose...
14. Get 100% on math quiz
15. Do TONS of 7th grade homework
16. Download Windowms XP on my mac which I waited doing for months before re-imaging
17. My baby (Macbook) gets brainswept by the IT Officers
18. Practice baseball with my dad
19. Play baseball with my friends, James, Francis, Albert, etc...
20. Writing the 6 Journals for Creative Writing
21. Meet new friends and say bye too old friends
22. Back up everything before brainsweeping
23. Restore the memory back into the Mac book
24. Learn new songs to play in my electric guitar
25. Chat in IChat with my friends who were eager to chat with me
26. Go to the New, G building
27. Almost lose my phone
28. Eat Keyudon
29. Eat Sushi
30. Eat Japanese Ramen
31. Buy new Clothes
32. Play the violin
33. Got my friends come over and play
34. Looking for my macbook around my house when it was in my bag
35. Go to the lost and found everyday to check if my pencil case is there
36. Get two western or Korean lunches because the selfish catering gives us food as if we are kindergarteners
37. Get 100% on my Spanish Quiz
38. Turn on the air conditioner and instead of turning it off I pulled osme blanket over me when I was cold
39. I got taller
40. I'm writing prompt 8, number 40 in Ms. Mccord's wiki for the creative writing journal homework
Journal 6, Hurricane
The Hurricane
Florida
The Hurricane has made Miami a disaster. The palm trees were flying away, leaving only a bit of soil. Light cars or small ones like were flying away twisting and flipping. The hurricane is really strong and everybody is hiding in there home waiting for the hurricane to stop. The metal window protectors are almost blown out and the hurricane is getting stronger. It came from the Mexican Gulf and it is twisting as if it got mosquito biting him. The waves were violently agitated by the hurricane. It is getting worse and worse. Black sky is what people see and the water is the key. As hurricane goes deeper the sky got brighter and brighter resulting with a big sunshine as it boasted his head up above in the sky. The nightmare of the hurricane was over.
Journal 5, Silly
- Silly is a middle-aged man who combs his remaining limp strands of hair into
an elaborate swirl over his bald spot, gluing them in place with hair spray
and hoping no one will notice.
Silly is is a golden retriever who slinks sheepishly off the sofa whenever his
owner comes home, hoping-despite the piles of hair all over the cushion-
that she won’t notice he’s been sleeping there.
Silly, was a great Spartan warrior. He fought well, lead well, and always achieved his victory every time but once. He was nervous about the strong Utopians and his pants were dripping as hie came out to face the enemy. He saw a great army. He went back and changed his pants and came out to fight. He was a bout to take out a sword and realized he didn’t have one! He fled to the Utopian base and ask them for mercy and then he saw that the first row of the huge army were all scarecrows.
Silly, was a poor lady who tried to beg for money near the church. She wanted money, but no one gave her any. There was something wrong. She was begging for 10000 won which is $10 and saying “Please give me just 10000 won” not even begging for a dollar but for 10 dollar and that is quite amount of money to charity.
Silly, is an Indian that lives off of his sales on gloves and warm mittens. His hands were small but fast. Unfortunately, he was really poor compared to the good quality gloves. He always wondered why no one is buying his product and trying wearing it if anything was wrong and it perfectly fitted him and only him.
Journal 4, Describing An Object
Object
It is hang on a white wall with some art works below it. It has a brown frame that has a feeling of wood and comfortableness. It has a KIS logo on it which explains that it is a KIS clock. It has numbers in a clear font with needles indicating which time it is. The short one is representing the hour when the shorter one is representing the minute. There is a thin red one that shows the seconds. In the middle there is a metal pin that holds all the needles together. It is round like a circle and the frame is fairly thick and protrudes with the glass that covers the needle and the numbers. The needles and the numbers are in the base platform and the glass and the brown frame seems to be a protection and prevents dusting in the numbers.
Topic: Describe someone who looks bored. Don’t use any form of the words yawned or stared or sighed.
School Today
It was a normal day in 7th grade. Every one knew each other and we got used to each other. There was nothing special about Creative Writing class either, except we learned some knew stuff. I thought it was rather fun but there was one boy who was gazing out the window looking at the sky, with mouth opened. He was dripping something out of his mouth and I notice it was spit. I was pretty disgusted by than looked at our teacher but she was too busy teaching to notice a student who was gazing out the window. He seemed to look as if he had lost interest in the class but I seem to be more excited to learn more facts and knowledge. Then, he was biting his pen, pencils, and his eraser changing it every minute or so, still not paying attention to class. I glanced at him after few minutes and recognized that he was now, sleeping with his mouth opened still dripping something from his mouth. The class was almost over and the bell rang. Because of the bell, I woke up with a shriek, asking, “What? Ms. Mccord, that seems interesting but can you repeat that?”
Topic: Free Writing
Note: This is fiction
Where am I?
It was a outstanding day. The sun was up high boasting it’s lovely bright body with a bristling wind to keep you cool. Well, it was saturday I suppose and my parents were on vocation to Japan. Like any other saturday, I got my breakfast, a toast and a splattered egg on my dish. It looked gross unlike it’s taste. In the morning I was doing my homework and some other additional studying before I went outside to play after lunch. I called my friends but they were not at home. I went outside to shoot some baskets and people who passed by stared at me. ‘hmmm... Thats strange’ I thought, because I was doing nothing unnormal. I did enough exercise and went back to my house. I wrote an email to my friend in South Africa. I went to the super market, bought some things, and went out, but... I forgot to pay and was ready to go back, but I didn't bring my money either. So I just decided to pass by because it seems that nobody saw me and thought I would pay later on. The neighborhood looked kind of different today. There was a new house that I never saw before and there were new neighbors that I never met before. That didn’t seem to be important and went back to my house. Then, I recognized a new house next to ours where it was a field until yesterday... ‘That is freaking me out. I know that there is supposed to be a field.’ I contemplated, and decided to ignore that fact. It was already 8’o clock and rushed my supper. I had time to kill before I went to bed so I decided to chat in Ichat. I called my friend. He turned on his camera and shouted, “Dont try to do pranks on me! And by the way, dont hack IDs.” and ended the call. I was dumbfounded. ‘What the heck was he talking about?’ I thought, now really confused. I turned of my MacBook and got ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and washed my face and I looked in the mirror. I looked in the mirror. And again, I looked int he mirror. I touched my hand, my face, and my hair and looked again. I wasn’t there. Where am I?
Creative Writing
2009-2010 Semester 1
August 14th, Friday, 2009
Topic for today: Write a pargraph about a girl named Dot, but use no letters with (i,j).
The Faith
It was 1915, when two brothers ran down the street and ran into a store. A woman asked one of them, “Why are you dashing in to the store and what are you boys up to?” sounding confused.
“We just ran away from... umm... some bad guys.” shouted, the boy
“ And I’m a female ” corrected one of the two,
“Now, run along boys... I mean you two, I was about to close the store.” said the lady,
and the two had to leave the store.
“We have to seek for a new safe place, Dot, we cant just go to a store or someplace every time we need to conceal ourselves .” cried the boy,
The one that called herself ‘female’ was dot, a code name that she got in MI6. The boy was Ismael, who was her partner. She was really small and that’s how she got her name. Her duty was to get some data from the enemy and they were called SCORPIA. They dashed through the streets and found a old ragged cottage.
“Lets stay here for a few days and report what we found from the SCORPIA HQ.” spoke Ismael, as he was short of breath,
“That’s a good plan.” answered Dot, as she opened theㅇ door to check for eavesdroppers.
“Hey, Ismael, look what I found,” Dot murmured
“Dont! Dont!” screamed Ismael,
“Why not? It won’t hurt us,” grumbled Dot,
“The last run was all because of you. You got lured by the enemy when you did not pay attention to me and now, Pay ATTENTION!!!” shouted Ismael, very annoyed,
“Well, a box wouldn’t hurt us,” repeated Dot,
“Dont!!” screamed Ismael, but was too late,
They both went down as the box exploded, and there was left no more than scattered bits of wood.
Soon, they heard the ambulance but was already surrounded by the darkness...
Moral: LISTEN to people and what they say.
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Final Project
Journal 51
Free Write
Journal 50
Erica Jong said, “If you don’t risk anything, you risk
more. Write about what this means to you.
I think if you don't risk anything your risking that your not risking anything. That means your risking the possibility of getting advantage from risking. That's what I think.
Journal 49
Write from the point of view of a TV remote control.
NO!! DARN!! IT's morning again. My owner is gone, that's good but what we have in this house is just a bulldog and me. It sucked. He once ripped me off and my owner had to fix me. He chewed all the buttons out of my body. Sometimes my owner leaves me on the floor which make me more sad. If the owner is here, the dog is guarded so I'm free. However when the owner comes, it maybe more tiring. He presses every button. He has more than 120 channels. I HATE IT TOO!! The most suffocating and terrible time is when he watches a movie with me squashed under his butt. He doesn't find me until the morning because he sleeps right away. I like nothing about this house. I wish I was a human.
Journal 48
In one sentence, describe something (not someone) that is very ugly. Create a vividly ugly image, with words.
The a dead body was stuck on to the umbrella (it's head) which was unpleasant, nasty, disagreeable, alarming, tense, charged, serious, grave; dangerous, perilous, threatening, menacing, hostile, ominous, sinister, horrible, despicable, reprehensible, nasty, appalling, objectionable, offensive, obnoxious, vile, dishonorable, rotten, vicious, spiteful, unpleasant, hideous, unlovely, unprepossessing, unsightly, horrible, frightful, awful, ghastly, vile, revolting, repellent, repulsive, repugnant; grotesque, disgusting, monstrous, reptilian, misshapen, deformed.
Journal 47
Madison is so happy. In one paragraph, show that she is happy, but don't use the word happy.
MADison was so un-sad. A week before she found out that JOYison was dead. It was her only sister, however JOYison was un-good. She was so merry and cheerful unlike she was before. She was always mad. They all wanted the Spark™ but JOYison wanted to use it for un-useful stuff. MADison was using it for a dis-un-useful use. She was using it to mind control people and take over the world!! She is very un-mean.
The End.
Story written by MADison.
Journal 46
Write about a memory related to a holiday
This was my winter break when I was in third grade. Korea school's have longer winter break than the summer break because that's when we go to a higher grade. It snowed a lot in that winter too. I had two friends that were two years older than me living in the same villa. We played snow ball fight and we ate few drops of snow when it was dropping from the sky. We also had two Nigerian friends who joined us. They were brothers. They never saw snow in Nigeria so they were fascinated. We played hide and seek because we thought it was a good time to play it. Our villa had many spots to hide too. I was hiding and people were seeking. They couldn't find me so I went back up from the basement. NO ONE WAS THERE!!!! I checked their house and they were playing video games. Wow..... What a cheater.
Journal 45
Free Write
Write about a squirrel that as found a spoon in its house.
History of Squirrels. They used to talk too.
The squirrel was hunting the food for her babies. She came back and her eyes were blinded by great light. She went in and checked it out. It was silver, shiny THING. They babies thought it was food and tried to eat it but the spoon was too hard to chew. The mother Squirrel thought it was some kind of thing that is used like a bowl. She put the acorns in the spoon. The babies, who never saw acorns before freaked out and stepped on the back of the spoon. The acorns flew high in the sky and landed POOF. Everyone was stunned and had nothing to say. From that time to now, the squirrel couldn't talk still dumbfounded about what happened.
Believe it or not....
Journal 44
Write a letter to yourself as a ten years old.
Dear My self when Im 12
Hello! I just moved to KIS now. It is snowing like it will be for you. There are about 17 kids in here. In front of me there is Elliot and he is jumping up and down. Behind him there is Justin. The teacher is ok. The friends are welcoming too. We have like morning meetings here every morning. We play games and do a greeting. I enjoy it here and the cafeteria food is good, well better than my old school. I think I like this school.
KIS is quite big. It has three buildings, swimming pool and a soccer field. I always go out and play soccer with my friends. The lunch is longer than I thought so I had time eating and then playing outside. I guess you have those time too??? (don't know about 7th grade). Anyway I like myself here.
I don't know if you remember this or not but I read a book (I actually forgot - as a 12years old) and it was totally fun. From that time on I begin to go to the library instead of the soccer field. I went to play soccer only few times a week. I liked reading books but I barely took AR tests. I didn't like how the AR tested us in reading. However I really enjoy reading books and I want to go to the middle school library too! I guess you have been there??
From My self when I was 10
Journal 43
For the last two days you were not in school because of the weather - "snow days." As advanced we have become in the 21st century, we still can not control the weather. Do you think this is an advantage or a disadvantage?
I think it is neither. For real, in hum perspective it may be a disadvantage, but even now we have control over so many nature. I think we should leave the weather alone at least because we already harmed so much part of nature. If we get control of the weather I bet we will harm it too, although we can get the weather we want. So in short, I think it is a disadvantage to the people who needs certain weather but for me, or other people I think we should not control the weather because we don't have that much difficulties and preserving nature is also a big problem for us.
Snow White
Journal 42
As this is being written, a show called "What Not to Wear" is popular on the cable channel TLC. Imagine more possible shows n a "what not to do" theme. Describe at least one idea (Dont forget to give the show a name)
"What not to copy"
-Sometimes teenagers has to copy some celebrities, and thats not always the best thing to do
-Sometimes students copy others work, but you never know if they are right
-Copying other's fashion can be frustrating for them and for you.
Journal 41
Freewrite
Title is really important to a book. It tells what it's about, the feeling, and sometimes the style of the author. Write a title about a story that is strange , and mysterious.
Title of this book is "What is the title of the book?"
Journal 40
What's your idea of the perfect vacation?
My idea of a perfect vacation is vacation without any accidents or problems, like losing things problem in hotel, and etc. Perfect vacations are vacations that are planned ahead and the information is fairly accurate. It must be interesting, enjoyable, and exciting. A calm, and a peaceful vacation. I don't want any commotion in my perfect vacation because I want to have a fun, relaxing time. And you mustn't forget your Mac Book.
Journal 39
What would you do with three wishes?
1. Come to me everynight and give me three wishes every day.
2. give me power to pick up everything with force like in star wars.
3. Ability to do anything I want by just thinking about it.(making a big building in one second by just thinking of it, getting a rocket in one second, if I think about it)
Journal 38
Free Write
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Journal 37
Great-grandpa Rotondo doesn't understand what a video game is. Or an iPod. Or text messaging. Pick one of the above and explain what it is in terms that even the most un-technological person can understand
iPod
iPod is just like a cassette player except it is smaller and can put more songs in it. It is portable and can be activated by a few clicks on the iPod. Cassette players have few buttons that activates the tape but ipod has a screen that has a menu and you can choose the songs and others, like games, options and etc... It is mainly operated by a button in the middle and there's a wheel around it which is scroll, since the songs are in a list. Here's a picture: And this is one of the iPod family. This is the iPod Nano.
Journal 36
You are paying $10.00 per word to advertise in the classified section of the Upscale Times, a newspaper for a very wealthy area of town. You want to offer your services as a dog sitter. Write a convincing ad, but don't spend more than $200.00.
Dog Sitting!
Don't have time?
Call the professional dog sitter, that will love, care, and obviously feed your dog!
Not dogs? then call for details xxx-xxxx-xxxx
Journal 35
Three people are stuck in an elevator:
It was Pope Benedict XVI 's birth day and it was held in the Empire State Building, at the very top. There were lots of people going to the party although this time, the elevator was empty. There was the pastry chef, who is late to his party with a humongous salmon, tuna, (he is told to deliver this although he is a pastry chef) and a huge strawberry cake, and they were barely hanging on to his shoulder. Then there was this teenager with green hair and many piercings who was called by his father because of his bad behavior in school, and there was the church organist who doesn't even know why he is here. The story went like this...
The first floor.
"DUDE W8 FOR ME!!" said a teenager, and he got on the elevator.
"OOH!! Wat the heck are you carrying the smelly fishes for?! You look like a dope man~ Just give me the cake and I shall be happy. " cried the teenager,
"It's the pope's 83rd birthday and he loves fishes and no, I won't make you happy." replied the pastry chef,
"Man~ Your gud at making sushi rite?" asked the teenager,
"... I don't really make sushis.... I'm a pastry chef." said the chef
"WOAH, but y the heck r u carrying the huge stinky fish?" asked the teenager
"I don't know, but I was told to deliver it because I was late.." answered the chef,
"ARGHH!!!!!" the guy next to them screamed, who looked older than the Pope,
" WHA AM I HERE! I CANT REMEMBER!!" screamed the guy, again
"Calm down man... who knows? and what are you? asked the teenager,
"Im a church organist and I don't know why I'm here." said the church organist,
"Maybe your going to the party with me, and by the way, dude your piercings looks totally artistico!" said the chef
"Maybe? But wha am I here? Can I gow to the parety?" asked the church organist, in a Italian accent
"... me no me gusta ITALIAN!" said the teenager, in Spanish,
"Thats spanish..." said the chef,
"oh darn. Dude say pieces." said the boy, thinking of the funny youtube video with the Italian funny accent,
"You dare, young man, don't make him say bad words" scolded the chef
"GET TO IT NOW!! I WANT TO GOW! screamed the organist.
"yeah why the heck am I here, arn't we supposed to arrive already?" said the teenager, and he looked at what floor they were in
".................... WHAT THE HECK? U DIDN'T EVEN PRESS THE BUTTON U IDIOT" screamed the teenager,
"Oops" said the chef
Journal 34
Free Write
No longer Available
I was writing prompt 34 for Creative writing ambitiously because that was my last prompt for my class. I was so furious in a way that is determined and was stiff like a frozen rock. My hands were like dozens of octopus legs typing as if there is a time limit. Well, yes there is a time limit but then I had like eight hours. I wrote the prompt and was ready to go. It was a wonderful prompt. So I saved and that was NOT IT. As soon as I clicked save, it was like THIS SERVICE IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE!!! ARGHHH!! I should of copy and pasted to somewhere else and I was too lazy to do it... ㅡㅡ;;;;;;
Write What You See!!!
"A lonely man is a lonesome thing." John Cheever, American Author
1.What does the man's body language tell you? What are the possibilities?
The body language tells me that he is quite hopeless or tired. He may be disabled or some sort of handicapped.
2. If you sat next to the man in the photo and he was awake, what questions would you ask him?
I would ask him, why are you sad? I ask him whats wrong what is he doing here.
3. How does it feel to be alone?
being alone feels lonely and it makes you doubt about yourself. You begin to think what is wrong with you. At least that's what I think.
Journal 33
Reflect on the process of writing a short story. What did you learn from the process? If you had the assignment again how would you approach it?
I learn in the process of writing a story that the story needs a clear purpose. In addition, I think you must chose a good topic according to the instructions like the following of a introduction, rising action, climax, and the falling action, then resolution. For example, a mystery detective story. It has a format of getting the case, getting the clues, solving the crime, catching the criminal, and finally what happened to the criminal and what happened to the detective.
If I get a chance to do it again, I would get a better topic although it is creative. That way, I can get a better purpose for the story and easily write the story in the right format. If I just wasn't stubborn and I fixed the topic from the begging, my story will be better. I wish I could get another chance though.
Journal 32
Sad...
It was Italia. Pvt. Vasili I Koslov was assigned to be the Mediterranean coast guard for a few month. It was his first experience as being part of the Navy and he was excited. He was trained in Rome and was transferred down to the coast. Pvt. Vasili is a healthy young man with ambitious eyes and he was a really hard worker. Although he only lived in Italy, he was able to speak 4 different languages, which was Spanish, English, French, and Italian. He chose to join the navy to honorably take his father's place, who died when a German pirate attack his ship. They were armed with guns and his men were sniped by the pirates. He was the only man on board and was able to contact the HQ before he passed away.
It was his first day. His captain taught him how to use the microphone and answer the incoming messages. Nothing went wrong in the first few weeks and he was now used to the equipments. But one day, there were some incoming alarm and the Lieutenant contacted him.
"I'm Sinking!!! I'm Sinking!!!"
Well, Vasili thought it was a great time for him to show his English skills and show some respond, he answered
"Um.. Um.. This is the Italian Coastguard. I'm Private Vasili I Koslov. What are you sinking about?"
he asked innocently.......
Moral: You must learn Languages PROPERLY
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Journal 31
Free Write
Life of Muhammad
The people in the Arabian Peninsula didn't write much so they told stories. There was a famous story teller named Brian and he will tell the story of Muhammad.
" Well....
It was a sunny and arid Arabian Peninsula day. There was one house which was really noisy. It was the house of the famous prophet Muhammad. The Islamic history began with the birth of Muhammad in 570 CE, Mecca. Muhammad was a normal Arabian kid with no other special characteristics than his uncle being the chief of his clan. Although his parents passed away when he was six years old, he was taken a good care of his clan people and especially had a great respect because his uncle was the chief. He was said to have many mothers and fathers that referred to his elders in his clan. People were very loyal to their clan and often fought over oases, live-stocks, food, and for territorial disputes. They also fought for revenge of their ancestors. For example, if a Arabian's great great grandfather was killed by another person in another clan, his son would try to kill their people and when he died, his son would take over and so on. So the fight were often considered to continue for generations.
The Arabian culture, known as the Pre-Islam, they worshiped many gods and even up to 320 gods. Believing in many gods were known as polytheism. They prayed to their gods in Mecca, and in the centre of Mecca was the Ka'aba, a black cube that was built out of cloth and wooden sticks. In there, was statues that represent the gods and people went to pray to their gods in there.
Muhammad changed everything. It was one day, when he wen to a cave to meditate, the Archangel Gabriel him self came and talked to him with the words of God, in Arabian Allah. After then, he believed there is only one God, and other Gods weren't real. When he got enough followers he escaped to Medina and ruled there. After a few years, in order to gain power in Mecca, he fought a war with the high authority people in Mecca and finally, the holy city of Islam, Mecca was his. Mecca was connected to other parts of the world because it was considered to be in the middle of the trade route of Europe to Asia, Asia to Africa. Muhammad also had many knowledge about other religions and cultures because he was first a normal merchant, and a trader. He traded with Christians from the Byzantine Empire and also Jewish people and that taught him all about the religions.
After Muhammad was considered as the holy prophet of God, people came to him for judges. People said that he was an honest broker. He was able get the strong Bedouins to become Islamic and they were the main fighters of their Empire. Bedouins were awesome at fighting since they fought everytime and they got stronger because they were united into one religion, Islam.
Journal 30
Free Write
The Day of the Dead
It was Novermber 1st. It was the Day of he Dead in Mexico. My friend Mark and I was planning to build our alter together. We were going to put a picture of the old school where lots of people died because the school broke down of a strong hurricane. We got all the materials, like for example, a model of a frog, picture, and some others. We had fun making the sugar skulls. The alter was finished and we took a picture next to it.
As the days went by, we didn't look at the alter. Then I one day, I went to the alter and looked. I screamed like a maniac. I was totally scared and there was a chill in my bone marrows. The picture was different. It wasn't a school anymore. There was a head. A dead head. There were students corpses and their head were departed. The head seemed so real. They moved. They had blood. I called mark right away. His mother seemed to have picked the phone up. I asked her if I can talk to mark and she said who the heck is Mark. I said that it was your son and told her to stop joking around but she just said I got the wrong number and hung up the phone. Mark was gone. Vanished and I am now the only one who knows about this. Everyday the picture got real and more real and there were more corpses and more blood. They glared towards me when ever I went past.
It did all this because I would of done the same. In addition, I was also killed in my school, by a hurricane. Now its my turn...
Journal 29
Some say you can tell a lot about a person by the vehicle he or she drives. Picture a car. (or is it a truck? or an SUV?)
In your mind, rummage through this car. Check it out from every angle. Describe the car and the man or woman who goes with it.
There was a truck that I saw in the streets. It had many things in the back. There were these old refrigerators, Tvs and all kinds of junk. I could tell what that truck was for and how the driver lives. Since it had many old junks, I figured out even before looking at the sign at the side that its kind of like a second-hand car, except the fact that they buy those junks instead of selling. Since this guy who was driving was buying junks, I knew that he wasn't rich. He is most likely to be poor. He buy those and break it apart, and sell some parts in the Tv or refrigerator. For example, a computer, there is one part that has a gold coating and if he gets many computers, he is able to melt it and sell it. The second thing that I noticed is that the truck is obviously not that clean, so he is not a neat person. The truck looked shabby like any other trucks.
Journal 28
Write from the point of view of a freshly scrubbed floor
Yeh! Im cool! I rock! I'm clean and I just got all the dirt of me. I like hate to be bathed and be soggy but after it I feel wonderful. I feel like the blue sky with no clouds. I feel fresh and I feel the same feeling that "humans" feel when they drink this thing "coke", which is sparkling and you feel some kind of a satisfaction after the rough sparkles down your throat.
On the other hand, I hate when I'm bathing. They scrub me with these metallic spongy thingy mop it and water it and finally dry me off with the stupid old cloth. I feel desperate for air when I'm bathing and I often sneeze when there is water all over me. I wish I didn't bath but I saw some real dirty dudes on the black box, one of those that people watches it and enjoys and that dude wasn't really favoured by people.
Although I love the refreshing and cool feeling right now, I wish I never bathed. Or at least I could be clean without bathing. Like using one of those watery thingy that people squish it out of a tube. It once dropped on me and it smelt alcohol like but it was quite refreshing. Scrubbing hurts because the woman always does it really hard. O well, but I'm clean after all, what can I say.
Journal 27
Free Write
He has always been quiet, although I don't know why. Once in a while he would talk, even to his friends. And oh yeah, he didn't have much friends. Well, he didn't quite have a friend. No one hated him, but no one liked him. It seemed like he hated to talk. The teacher payed extra attention to him, since he didn't share much. He was a good student though, except the fact that he doesn't participate. He turned in his homework, every time (at least I think so). He did quite good on quizzes but he wasn't the best. You know, but there was this something that made me hate him. Oh, I think I know why. He was SO quiet that it was annoying. Every time we get a detention for talking, he is the one who is always excluded in that group. It was not because of the test. No its not. I always did good on tests. I know it is because he was so quiet. it got to be. It got to be.
The whole story went like this. Well it was like any other day except that the teacher was handing back our tests. We were so nervous. And I think he was too, nervous. We got our tests back and I think he got it before me. I know that because he was smirking at me. Seems like he was bursting with laughter in his head, and he was staring at me. The thought of how he was so quiet in class went through my mind. It suddenly made me raged. It wasn't the test. It wasn't the test. I just know it was what he did everyday. So I did it. I did it. Don't blame me it was that he was the one that was so quiet. Don't blame me for the dirty mess that was left in the bathroom, with a razor and a plastic bag.
Journal 26
Chris walks into a room. By describing only the reactions of the others in the room, let us know something about him.
It was a normal week day and everybody was getting ready for the class and was sitting down at their seat. The bell rang and students were fiddling around with their macbooks. I guess people were happy that one seat was empty. They were like 'oh yes!! Please don't come.' Well as the bell rang and there was the announcement. Our teacher started talking when the door opened. And everyone was like "crap." It was Chris. We dread coming to this class because of Chris. We were like 'oh man, we need to see him doing his wacky gestures, hear his weird accent and even be in the same class with that annoying person.' Well, that much pretty much it. He came in and sat down. The teacher was like, Chris you are tardy his gesture and his reaction once disgusted us again. My friend John was staring at the back door, near where Chris was sitting. He was laughing, in a silent way and I knew what he was thinking about. When our principle was looking at our classroom from the back door, he got caught playing games. It was funny.
Write a paragraph that starts with this sentence "the grass smells red"
The grass smells red. With all the sunset reflecting on it. Warm smell, which was so red. It looked green but when I closed my eyes, the smell was burning red. It was pleasant though, how the smell excited me and so. The smell was great, and overwhelming. It tortured me in someway but was favourable. I was smelling deep into it. It was like as if I was getting closer to the sun. Burning red, it smells, making the image of the bright red sun. Warm or rather hot, it doesn't feel like grass anymore. Lying down, as I smell, the grass seems more soft, and hot. Melting as I smell, I feel it from my head to toe, the burning grass as I smell. The bright red, resembles the bright sunset, warm, comforting and addicting. My memories pass by as I smell, this is how the grass smells red. With all the sunset reflecting it....
Tyger, Revised, Poem
Journal 24
Weave a story around this mixed proverb: silence is a great healer
Silence is a great healer
Silence was a quiet man. He was known as the Silence the great healer because once he saved the mayor's life by being silent.
The story goes like this...
In a ragged house there lived a man. He had a couch, he had a bed, and he had his own pan. His house wasn't considered grand, but wasn't poor either. He was known to be really silent but is not anti-social. He attends to every town meetings, go to town parties and also invite people to come over to his house. But he was usually the one that was quiet, listening to the squeaking mouse. Some say, he was a criminal or something in the past because he was so quiet and concealed and has to be banned. Nobody knew what he did for his living but most of the people liked him, I guess.
One day, the mayor was announced to be sick. When Silence visited, he had a blanket which was really thick. Unfortunately, the mayor had a speech on the next next day and he was really sick and couldn't go. But he couldn't just not go because the Press has come for him. He had a bad reputation to other mayors and other people in other town, because he sealed a river and made a damn which were supposed to be shared by 5 other towns but he blocked the dam for his town. So this conference was a chance to change his reputation and making deals. But now that he was sick, he was about to lose his job and his life. Well, Silence saved him, well healed him by being silent. He told the other people to not tell anybody that the mayor is sick but the people were amazed of how he could talk. Anyway, they agreed and the town was silent. The mayor knew he would lose his job because everybody will say that it was the punishment from God. They were all Christians too.
There was one reason that mayor couldn't heal. His house was really noisy and he had so many kids that annoyed him. Well silence the great healer got his name by this incident. When he saw the kids were annoying and the house was really noisy he let the mayor stay in the town hospital where it was much more quiet. He was able to heal in that day. Well because of his advice he healed but he told others that people needs to be in a silent place to be cured because they stress and their sickness gets worse, so he was now, the Silence the great healer.
Poem: Ballad
Originally: Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein
Journal 23
they say opposites attract. Use at least five pairs of opposites in a paragraph about some kind of transportation
examples: week/strong loud/quiet high/low
There are many transportation in our world. There are physically powerful transportation like tanks, but there are also week transportation like those mini coopers, and martiz that even gets blown by hurricanes. There are transportation like Lamborghini, sports cars which are really fast but there are transportation like tractors that are really slow and is used for different use. Longest transportation is the airplane, for passengers. The shortest transportation is I guess golf cart and some sort of small cars. Some transportation are really comfortable and some are not. For example some comfortable transportation are like Bentley, Porche SUV, Kayen and some sort of train and plane, on the other hand, there is uncomfortable transportation like golf cart and tractor. Some transportation are loud like motorcycle, and sports cars but some are quiet.
Journal 22
Free Write
Haiku Practice
Spring
The Spring launches in
Trees, leads the squad of flowers
Ok! Lets move out!
Write What You See
• When have you found appearances to be deceiving? Describe an incident.
There was a time when I thought this beetle was a dust when I was cleaning my room but fortunately I didn't touch it not yet.
• Write a fable with the moral, “Appearances are often deceiving.”
The decision
There was a farmer. He worked hard and he was a really responsible farmer. Giving food to his farm animals regularly, watering the land, and the plants often, and mainly looked after his farm and his properties. Up in the sky, there was an eye, looking at the farmer as he was working, the goddess of agriculture, Demeter was looking at him. There was also some goddess who was looking at him. It was the goddess of love, Aphrodite.
Demeter sent an angel to the farmer, in order to tell that the goddess of agriculture will be visiting your house to make your farming more successful. Aphrodite had a plan too. She was planning to have the farmer has her husband. She took the one golden apple and was headed to the farmer's house. On the other hand, Demeter was on her way, riding a tractor in order to get to the farm. They arrived at the same time, when Aphrodite was wearing some fancy clothes with the golden apple, when Demeter had mud all over her clothes, and in a tractor. They were all the guests of the farmer but the house was small and there was only one table.
Demeter told Aphrodite to shoo because she was going to make his farming successful, but Aphrodite argued that she was going to marry the farmer and plus she has the golden apple. They argued and shouted over each other when the farmer shushed them. Demeter said to the farmer to make the choice. The farmer thought and looked at Demeter. Then to Aphrodite. He thought no god will have mud on her clothes, and ride a tractor. Then he thought about Aphrodite. He thought even if she wasn't the goddess but she is still beautiful so he chose Aphrodite.
Demeter was furious when she was rejected and cursed the farmer. After Aphrodite married him, the food all turned to rats and the water turned green and was not fresh. His crops got diseases and so has his animals. He then flew away with Aphrodite but then his hunger couldn't stop. Even if he ate the food made him weaker. Demeter actually had the seeds have swainsonine alkaloid which makes the body be unable to make the foods into energy. At last, the farmer dies of starvation and Demeter got her revenge.
• Write a story in which you find yourself surrounded by objects and buildings that are much
larger than they normally are.
When I got into trouble by fighting with my friend,
Journal 21
Blurp! Slosh Snort! Write a paragraph incorporating at
least ten onomatopoetic words. Onomatopoetic words
are words that sound like what they mean.
Examples:
boing hiccup
beep plop
swoosh fizz
The cars honked and the police was beeping, with the loud whistle. It was a noisy day so I decided to hop down from my bed and dash to the zoo. In the zoo, the lion was roaring, tigers slurping their food, and the monkeys swooshing down from the big tree. I got wet when the hippopotamus splashed the water all over me. The gorillas banged, and tried to smash the cage with their fist over the excitement. When I was going around, while whispering to the animals, I saw a chariot with two white horse pulling it. The person who was riding it was whipping them to make faster. I giggled when the horse bumped into the wall, which made the rider cuckoo. I had a great time going around the zoo but when I went back to the street, the car screeched, and honked, and BOOM, it crashed. The people who drove the car was smacking, hissing at each other, and roared at each other like the lion. ROFL, I'm back to my life.
Journal 20
Freewrite
The Last Supper
By Leonardo Da Vinci in 1498
All has gathered,
my disciples, my apostles,
It may be the last,
I see,
one of you will be,
the betrayer of me,
Peter I warn, I know,
not only him but one,
another will not return,
will die, in this day after this supper,
the Last Supper
All has gathered but I,
my heart,
is not part of this,
Jesus is right,
the betrayer, the guiltiness,
Last supper it is, and
yes I know, I regret,
but no turning back,
I made my mind,
sorry but no,
I won't come back,
it IS the Last Supper,
One another, but the other,
Peter, he says,
Yes I know,
I will agree,
I don't know you, I don't believe you,
give me your hand, the mark of nail,
show me your waist, the scar of spear,
I will not know who you are,
from the second, you die
and yes, it is the Last Supper
Poem, Creative Poem
File, Napoleon Crossing the Alps
Journal 19
Use this metaphor to spark a poem: a chest of childhood
The chest of childhood is neatly laid behind,
forget the punishment
forget the test
forget the fight and find,
the new life, the fresh history
The treasure of child hood is left aside,
now I'm big,
I don't have toys,
I live in a campus,
the real life, the start of life
The package of child hood is long lost,
I have a job,
I have a car,
I have a house of my own,
My life, the dawn of my life
The bundle of childhood is now long forgotten,
want to go back,
my eyes are bad,
I feel weak,
End of life, the dusk of my life
Journal 18
Free write
The cafeteria food
The Outer-Universal food,
how was it like?
wanna touch it?
wanna eat it?
You eat it everyday,
our outer universal food,
in a place called
"cafeteria"
They are on a diet all the time,
how much do they give you?
do they eat that much?
The amount of food that 1st graders enjoy?
wow thx, you gave me a lot...
Now we have to get another dish and pay more!
Great,
THX!!!! ROFL!!!
Journal 17
Cry for Independence
I tell ya to try
but you know we'll neva cut
the chain of slavery, of the white, we loathe
One day, some day, we Negros will have fun, but surely, that's after we are done
Brothers, I call Brothers, bring another
It is always good to have more, I have to admit,
At this point, I again tell you that,
No turning back, you know,
War has started, and we roar,
Bled, and bled and dead
Bled? Where? I got your head!!!
Journal 16
List 10 things you usually do on a rainy day. Pick one from your list and freewrite for 5 minutes.
1. Eat hot Ramen
2. Sleep in my cozy bed
3. Watch movie
4. lie on the sofa and read
5. Who cares, just PLAY out side
6. Do homework
7. Do the same things that I did when it didn't rain
8. Study for test
9. Eat Supper
10. Play my guitar
When it is raining it is cold and it feels lonely and sometimes when you ride like the buses there is this soggy feeling and there is just the right food for that feeling. It is hot noodles. First of all, I love it so it doesn't matter when I'm eating it but it especially feels warm and comforting if you eat it in a rainy day. It usually is more effective if there is more rain. So pouring rain is the best day you could get. (thunderstorm would be better) So basically the warm noodle calms you down when there is the crazy rain smashing into your window. It also makes your stomach full which eventually makes you sleepy and that causes you to feel warm, cozy, and comfortable. Then the next step is to get into the bed. Then sleep!! Make yourself comfortable and get in the blanket and forget about the rain. GOOD NIGHT!!! (depending on when you are sleeping)
Journal 15
Place this sentence in a paragraph where it will make sense: Bea had never before wanted to be a bee
Bea had never before wanted to be a bee. The bee was gently resting on the flower and flew away when ever Beatrice came by. She really wanted to be a bee. She also wanted to soar up the sky with those tiny wings and be able to rest on beautiful flower petals. She envied the free life of the bee, enjoying it's leisure life in the warm spring. Bea had some big reports due next Monday which made her more jealous of the bee. She wanted to be a bee more than ever in her whole life. It actually also the first time that she ever wanted to be a bee. What was Bea's problem, she wondered herself. Then she woke up.
Journal 14
Electricity is recent discovery. Think of 12 things to do when there is no power.
- Start to find things that can be useful with electricity
- Create a generator to make electricity, like using fossil fuels
- Instead of fire for lamp (candles), we can make a electricity lamp
- Think of other ways to generate more electricity
- Since there is a better generator, make new things that can be easily generated by electricity
- Make transportation generate with electricity
- Make phones
- Heat food / water
- Get cooling/heating systems
- Get medical gears
- Make cranes to build houses
- Build larger buildings by using mechanical instruments\
Journal 13
What kind of cartoon show might appeal to the over age 65 audience? Imagine the show. Then, in 100 words, or less, describe the show and its main character
There was a man who was very rude in the train. He had his leg opened that covered 3 spaces including his butt. There were lots of elderly people in the train and they were quite angry. Then there was this old man who was wearing teared jeans and you could feel the force in him. He had chains and his white hair was a mowhawk. He ran up to the man. He bit his leg and said "Yo mama, you get the heck outa here before I get you down, under the train."
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Journal 12
Describe what you feel right now using your sense of smell. If you feel frustrated, write about what your frustration smells like. Use vivid words, don't skimp on adjectives.
I smell fresh and sweetness because I got over a hundred in the quizzes I got today. Well, the dulcet odor of my feeling was a bit gone and I smelled something kind of a because I am kind of sleepy since I just ate lunch but I have to stay awake. In the morning I had a pristine mind but now that I have more home works and other things to worry. So I also smell the burnt smell of something because I'm so frustrated and can't turn my fire off because I don't know where it is as I don't know what to do first in my homework. The smell of the fire can be more described as bitterness because the smell is not pleasant.
Journal 11
Fatima is a very spoiled teenage girl. Show that she is spoiled, by describing what happens when she doesn’t get a car for her birthday
Fatima is 16 and is a daughter of a really rich family. Her dad is the CEO of Tata and just bought Jaguar last year. She always got what she wanted in her life. She has every expensive accessories. Her pajamas is specially ordered from Louis Vuitton because they don’t sell pajamas. Her watch is from Rolex and everything else is expensive. She already had SL-500 from Mercedes-Benz and Cayenne from Porsche but she wanted a new Bentley this birthday. Her dad promised and the day had come. She couldn’t even sleep that night. It was her birthday. The whole house was decorated bright and red which was the colour she liked. She looked around for a key for her car. Then her dad gave her a present. Her heart was thumping. She opened the box, and there was a beautiful diamond necklace. It had 8 huge diamonds with the gold chain like string.
SHE GOT MAD. She threw away the birthday cake and ripped the necklace. “WHERE IS MY CAR?” shouted Fatima. Her dad couldn’t buy it in time and he explained that it will take a month. She just threw a fit. She started to cry, repeating, I want my Bentley. Her dad was a bit angry too because the necklace was really expensive and so as her cake. He was able to calm himself down and went to calm his daughter. She shouted, yelled her throat out and cried, and cried, and cried. Her dad got upset because he couldn’t calm her down and he tried to. He bought her an expensive necklace and even told her that the car would come a month later but she couldn’t just wait. He left her to cry and learn her lesson.
Journal 10
Free Writing
Note: This is supposed to be read in an Austrian Accent
"Aren't we suppose to be together?"
Hanz and Franz were lovely friends. And oh ye, there were good friends. They were going to the same school, same classes and the same instructors.They walked together to their house because one lived across from another. They never fought either. Hanz and Franz always had original ideas that they agreed upon on. They were still great friends. Making a secret handshake and hand movements. There was also secret communication way that they signaled each other. Such as, "Isn't that guy just greedy?" in their word was "Don't you think there are many pigs around here?" everyone will say no when Hanz will say yes secretly meaning something that others dont think about.
One day in school, Hanz and Franz fought for the first time in their life. They fought because they promised to study the samething, learn the samething and study the same amount. Well, Hanz studied a bit more and got a 100% when Franz got a C. They finally apologized to each other and they made a promised that they will succeed together, study together, and die together. Next month, the most terrible thing happened to Hanz. He was stabbed with a knife by a thief who thought he had a gold ring in his hand. He stole it but it was a fake.
Regret and fear is what Franz felt. He was so sad that he had lost his best friend but was also scared. He remembered how he promised his death together. Few months later, after the fears were gone, he forgot about the promise. It was a silent night with owls and birds. It was about 2'O clock when there was a creaking sound at the door. It was Hanz. But not happy. 2'O clock was when he got stabbed but it was pm. He stared at Franz with hatred and glory. "Didn't we promise Hanz? We do everything together and we die together right? I can help you. How would you like it to be? A small dagger? Or a Machete?"
Journal 9
Free Writing
The twins
It was a cold winter day when everybody in the streets covered their unprotected skin with warm fur coats. The streets were filled with snow and the houses were dark. Except one house and the house which seemed to illuminate the streets. In the house there was a young boy, just about 8 playing the piano so excessively and concentrated that he wouldn’t even notice if a bomb exploded behind him. He was so-called the genius. He learned to play piano even before he ran with his two legs in the age of 2.
There was one strange fact about the boy. He had no memory about the past. Someone found a boy being mugged in the streets of London and saved him. He was wearing some expensive Burberry clothes, Cartier watch, etc. Anyway, he often dreamt realistic dreams. Once he met his mother in the dreams. He woke up and went downstairs calling for his mother but there wasn’t anybody except John, the one who adopted him. The house remained silent occasionally except the sound of the piano. Then he dreamt again. He dreamt of going to the market and shop with John. He thought it was real and looked in the cellar for the wine he had dreamt. As he played the piano, he got more confused whether it was a dream or not because he always played a new piece in his dreams thinking it is his real life. More he played the piano, the more he was in confusion and one day he recognized that it wasn’t his dream that made him feel that way but was the piano and the music that he was playing made him be confused with his dreams.
However, he couldn’t just stop and quit playing the piano because he loved it. He didn’t tell John about this either because whenever he tried to tell him, he was confused whether it was his dream or not. He was now really confused. Waking up seemed to be a dream about waking up and playing the piano seemed he was really playing the piano. It was just messed up. He couldn’t get it right. And oh yes, this is all a dream. Everything was a dream even being an orphan. He had no memory because there was no such thing. His dream started at the point of getting adopted. It is a dream of a fact that happened to the person who played the same piano, in the same lounge, in the same house, the same name, Idénticos, twin, in spanish. EVERY, men who plays that piano will, be the of Idénticos of the piano.
Journal 8
Write a paragraph about a cat that is attacking something. Dont use the word hiss, scratch or pounce
In a peaceful Mexican farm with the crops slightly getting the beat as the warm, refreshing Fall breeze went by. On the farm, there was few boars, many pigs, two horses. Then there was the mean dog and a cat who always reacted to his mean attitude. The dog never worked either but cat at least had a "job" that she did. It was keeping an eye on the intruders or some "spirits" as she called it. The farm animals were now frustrated. The dog, ignavus, a latin word for lazy was not working at all. He was only eating the crops that the farm animals made. The cat was on duty and caught the dog stealing some cow milk near the barn. She was really angry because that was her reward for her duty at night and the day. She dived towards the dog from the roof of the barn and bit his ear. He was bleeding but still had energy to fight. The dog first was dazed but figured what had just happened. He began to fight the cat. The dog was pretty strong and was able to throw the cat off his ear. The cat mewed and the dog barked. The cat jumped and dived for the other ear but the dog doged and went for the throat. They both missed but was tired. They were raging with fear even though they had no power to express that anger. The cat finally fished this. She realized that she couldn't fight with her power but she need to use her brain. She ran away after knocking over a bottle of "something". The dog was happily rejoicing his victory when his tail caught on fire. The cat came back, crawling behind him and make his tail catch on fire. She knocked off the bottle of oil and used the match to light the dog into power. They fought for the whole night until the farm animals woke up. They realized that there was no ignavus. They were relieved but wondered, "Where is Ignavus?" Well, the cat only knew the truth.
Journal 7, List of things
What I did this month...
1. Wake up, reluctantly, staring at my fan wondering why it is turned off
2. Pick up an empty bag when I packed another
3. Eat rice with my soup spoon
4. Sit in the wrong bus seat
5. Run around crazily in my house
6. Play Call of Duty 4 with my friends and PWND them
7. Lost my pencil case
8. Buy a new red and white USB
9. Learn Spanish
10. Get great teachers.
11. Got my best clubs.
12. Become Class Rep
13. Play badminton with my dad and lose...
14. Get 100% on math quiz
15. Do TONS of 7th grade homework
16. Download Windowms XP on my mac which I waited doing for months before re-imaging
17. My baby (Macbook) gets brainswept by the IT Officers
18. Practice baseball with my dad
19. Play baseball with my friends, James, Francis, Albert, etc...
20. Writing the 6 Journals for Creative Writing
21. Meet new friends and say bye too old friends
22. Back up everything before brainsweeping
23. Restore the memory back into the Mac book
24. Learn new songs to play in my electric guitar
25. Chat in IChat with my friends who were eager to chat with me
26. Go to the New, G building
27. Almost lose my phone
28. Eat Keyudon
29. Eat Sushi
30. Eat Japanese Ramen
31. Buy new Clothes
32. Play the violin
33. Got my friends come over and play
34. Looking for my macbook around my house when it was in my bag
35. Go to the lost and found everyday to check if my pencil case is there
36. Get two western or Korean lunches because the selfish catering gives us food as if we are kindergarteners
37. Get 100% on my Spanish Quiz
38. Turn on the air conditioner and instead of turning it off I pulled osme blanket over me when I was cold
39. I got taller
40. I'm writing prompt 8, number 40 in Ms. Mccord's wiki for the creative writing journal homework
Journal 6, Hurricane
The Hurricane
Florida
The Hurricane has made Miami a disaster. The palm trees were flying away, leaving only a bit of soil. Light cars or small ones like were flying away twisting and flipping. The hurricane is really strong and everybody is hiding in there home waiting for the hurricane to stop. The metal window protectors are almost blown out and the hurricane is getting stronger. It came from the Mexican Gulf and it is twisting as if it got mosquito biting him. The waves were violently agitated by the hurricane. It is getting worse and worse. Black sky is what people see and the water is the key. As hurricane goes deeper the sky got brighter and brighter resulting with a big sunshine as it boasted his head up above in the sky. The nightmare of the hurricane was over.
Journal 5, Silly
- Silly is a middle-aged man who combs his remaining limp strands of hair into
an elaborate swirl over his bald spot, gluing them in place with hair spray
and hoping no one will notice.
Silly is is a golden retriever who slinks sheepishly off the sofa whenever his
owner comes home, hoping-despite the piles of hair all over the cushion-
that she won’t notice he’s been sleeping there.
Silly, was a great Spartan warrior. He fought well, lead well, and always achieved his victory every time but once. He was nervous about the strong Utopians and his pants were dripping as hie came out to face the enemy. He saw a great army. He went back and changed his pants and came out to fight. He was a bout to take out a sword and realized he didn’t have one! He fled to the Utopian base and ask them for mercy and then he saw that the first row of the huge army were all scarecrows.
Silly, was a poor lady who tried to beg for money near the church. She wanted money, but no one gave her any. There was something wrong. She was begging for 10000 won which is $10 and saying “Please give me just 10000 won” not even begging for a dollar but for 10 dollar and that is quite amount of money to charity.
Silly, is an Indian that lives off of his sales on gloves and warm mittens. His hands were small but fast. Unfortunately, he was really poor compared to the good quality gloves. He always wondered why no one is buying his product and trying wearing it if anything was wrong and it perfectly fitted him and only him.
Journal 4, Describing An Object
Object
It is hang on a white wall with some art works below it. It has a brown frame that has a feeling of wood and comfortableness. It has a KIS logo on it which explains that it is a KIS clock. It has numbers in a clear font with needles indicating which time it is. The short one is representing the hour when the shorter one is representing the minute. There is a thin red one that shows the seconds. In the middle there is a metal pin that holds all the needles together. It is round like a circle and the frame is fairly thick and protrudes with the glass that covers the needle and the numbers. The needles and the numbers are in the base platform and the glass and the brown frame seems to be a protection and prevents dusting in the numbers.
Topic: Describe someone who looks bored. Don’t use any form of the words yawned or stared or sighed.
School Today
It was a normal day in 7th grade. Every one knew each other and we got used to each other. There was nothing special about Creative Writing class either, except we learned some knew stuff. I thought it was rather fun but there was one boy who was gazing out the window looking at the sky, with mouth opened. He was dripping something out of his mouth and I notice it was spit. I was pretty disgusted by than looked at our teacher but she was too busy teaching to notice a student who was gazing out the window. He seemed to look as if he had lost interest in the class but I seem to be more excited to learn more facts and knowledge. Then, he was biting his pen, pencils, and his eraser changing it every minute or so, still not paying attention to class. I glanced at him after few minutes and recognized that he was now, sleeping with his mouth opened still dripping something from his mouth. The class was almost over and the bell rang. Because of the bell, I woke up with a shriek, asking, “What? Ms. Mccord, that seems interesting but can you repeat that?”
Topic: Free Writing
Note: This is fiction
Where am I?
It was a outstanding day. The sun was up high boasting it’s lovely bright body with a bristling wind to keep you cool. Well, it was saturday I suppose and my parents were on vocation to Japan. Like any other saturday, I got my breakfast, a toast and a splattered egg on my dish. It looked gross unlike it’s taste. In the morning I was doing my homework and some other additional studying before I went outside to play after lunch. I called my friends but they were not at home. I went outside to shoot some baskets and people who passed by stared at me. ‘hmmm... Thats strange’ I thought, because I was doing nothing unnormal. I did enough exercise and went back to my house. I wrote an email to my friend in South Africa. I went to the super market, bought some things, and went out, but... I forgot to pay and was ready to go back, but I didn't bring my money either. So I just decided to pass by because it seems that nobody saw me and thought I would pay later on. The neighborhood looked kind of different today. There was a new house that I never saw before and there were new neighbors that I never met before. That didn’t seem to be important and went back to my house. Then, I recognized a new house next to ours where it was a field until yesterday... ‘That is freaking me out. I know that there is supposed to be a field.’ I contemplated, and decided to ignore that fact. It was already 8’o clock and rushed my supper. I had time to kill before I went to bed so I decided to chat in Ichat. I called my friend. He turned on his camera and shouted, “Dont try to do pranks on me! And by the way, dont hack IDs.” and ended the call. I was dumbfounded. ‘What the heck was he talking about?’ I thought, now really confused. I turned of my MacBook and got ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and washed my face and I looked in the mirror. I looked in the mirror. And again, I looked int he mirror. I touched my hand, my face, and my hair and looked again. I wasn’t there. Where am I?
Creative Writing
2009-2010 Semester 1
August 14th, Friday, 2009
Topic for today: Write a pargraph about a girl named Dot, but use no letters with (i,j).
The Faith
It was 1915, when two brothers ran down the street and ran into a store. A woman asked one of them, “Why are you dashing in to the store and what are you boys up to?” sounding confused.
“We just ran away from... umm... some bad guys.” shouted, the boy
“ And I’m a female ” corrected one of the two,
“Now, run along boys... I mean you two, I was about to close the store.” said the lady,
and the two had to leave the store.
“We have to seek for a new safe place, Dot, we cant just go to a store or someplace every time we need to conceal ourselves .” cried the boy,
The one that called herself ‘female’ was dot, a code name that she got in MI6. The boy was Ismael, who was her partner. She was really small and that’s how she got her name. Her duty was to get some data from the enemy and they were called SCORPIA. They dashed through the streets and found a old ragged cottage.
“Lets stay here for a few days and report what we found from the SCORPIA HQ.” spoke Ismael, as he was short of breath,
“That’s a good plan.” answered Dot, as she opened theㅇ door to check for eavesdroppers.
“Hey, Ismael, look what I found,” Dot murmured
“Dont! Dont!” screamed Ismael,
“Why not? It won’t hurt us,” grumbled Dot,
“The last run was all because of you. You got lured by the enemy when you did not pay attention to me and now, Pay ATTENTION!!!” shouted Ismael, very annoyed,
“Well, a box wouldn’t hurt us,” repeated Dot,
“Dont!!” screamed Ismael, but was too late,
They both went down as the box exploded, and there was left no more than scattered bits of wood.
Soon, they heard the ambulance but was already surrounded by the darkness...
Moral: LISTEN to people and what they say.
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