I tried a new technique with this story, so please read and tell me what you think of it. Please tell me if you can clearly see what is happening. The ending needs some work, so please help me with that.

There was nothing but silence that lay over the darkness of the forest as if a blanket had muffled out the very existence of life. The precious sun hid its warming luster from the Earth, finally allowing the moon to shed its own vague beams upon the snow covered land, and urging the millions of shining stars to emerge from their concealment. All across the vast navy of the night sky, sprinkles of light complimented the moon as it sang throughout the night, spreading its cold glow about the frost. The sky seemed to be an open doorway to the galaxy beyond as it shimmered in all its beauty, unharmed by man. The vastness did not seem to overpower the land before it, only add to the true artistry of nature.

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I wrote these poems back in 2003 when I was in the 6th grade.

Winter Night

Winter is cold, alone and dark.
All animals hidden away, some flown south in search of warmth.
Nothing around, nothing to see,
But the black of the sky and the white of the land.

Winter is sad, brisk and quiet.
Everything around is cold and dying.
The air around is thin and harsh,
The moon, bright and full.

Winter is bleak, windy, and frozen.
A mere doe searching for food,
Lying down in Death itself,
Waiting, waiting, waiting for something.

Winter is Death, freezing, and mysterious.
The night casting shadows on the snow.
The moon summoning bright light overhead,
The only hope in this brisk, cold night.

Winter is queer, strange, and odd.
The morning sun slowly rising from slumber,
Painting the land with pink and orange,
The sky violet with little hope of morning.

Winter is bright, blinding, and white.
With morning, little hope is arisen.
The long night is over, the doe is forgotten.
Another day is born, with new night to come.

Winter is hopeless, dreadful, and frightening.
Days and nights passing by in a never-ending circle,
Waiting for the miracle of spring to come.
But until, winter stays, killing and depressing.

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This is a poem that I wrote in 7th grade.

If you go outside on a cold winter night,
Then you will see nothing at all in your sight.
If you look up into the deep, dark sky,
Then you might see dancing stars with your eye.

They dance with each other or dance alone.
They dance as if with only one tone.
But if you look around there is nothing there,
Nothing at all, anywhere.

You glance around and suddenly realize,
That there is nothing here but stars and skies…

Write a story beginning and ending with the question, “Why?” Try to keep the story based around the question if you can.

There was a strong wind that struck my face with a shocking sting. Snow continued to blow wildly about, freezing my bare skin and I realized that I was once again a human, now lying in the frozen powder without any protection. The shirt that I had previously been wearing was once more too large to properly fit me and sagged from my small-framed body. The mere shorts that I had worn to prevent from tearing jeans now left my legs vulnerable to the cold, forcing me to sit up and curl into a small ball to keep my body temperature up. What a perfect night for a full moon.

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After shaking the emotional thoughts from my mind, I heard a thud from the car. My head instantly glanced to the loud noise and found Mr. Gifford rubbing the back of his neck with a groan as he picked himself up from the roof of his overturned car. “What are you doing here?” he asked Isaac with a surprised look upon his face.

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I was given a suggestion that I should write about a hobby of mine such as drawing. I think that this might be a little odd, but I have decided that I will at least give it a try.

Drawing: to sketch or to trace figures; create a picture or depict by sketching. What exactly is the ability to draw? Why is it that some people are blessed with this ability and others are not? Is it hereditary or is it learned? Perhaps it is both…

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I found myself darting through the wheat covered fields of North Dakota upon my four, long legs with the long, shaggy fur that sprouted from my skin blowing in the wind as I traveled. It felt a little odd to be running with my head about a foot from the ground and my unusually lengthy forearms curving below my body past my back feet as I sprinted. I was no longer a human, or at least in a human form. I was now an animal, and I could not control my thoughts, or my actions…

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Just stay calm…just stay calm… The thoughts seemed to emerge from my desolate mind into the silence of dusk as I paced down the lone highway. Keep your thoughts clear, just keep them clear. I knew that it was coming. I knew that I could not stop it. Empty thoughts…blank thoughts. Everything is fine. It taunted me in the back of my mind as the sun inched closer to the horizon far off. You’ll be safe. It’ll be all right. The horizon seemed to be the blade of a knife as I waited for night to come, for with night, death would follow. Just don’t think about it. Don’t think of the pain. I could imagine the gruesome scenes before me with my heart rate increasing. No, don’t lose control. Don’t lose control. I shook the bloody thoughts from my mind as I tried to regain control of myself. I noticed that my breathing had become sharp and quick along with each beat within my chest. Happy thoughts…happy thoughts. I could not live with this forever. I had to do something about it. What to do? What to do? I felt the shrill pain of fear bite into me along with a nagging at the back of my mind. Look at the moon…look at the moon. You must look at the moon. “No!” I screamed aloud, grasping my head within my hands. I was surprised at my sudden action and found that I had stopped walking. The sun is setting. It won’t be long now. I glanced back in the direction that I had come from, checking to see how far from the Air Force Base I had actually walked. This seems far enough. This is good. Flashing my dark eyes about, I found that I was beside a wide spread field of wheat with the empty highway to my left. “This is good,” I said aloud, confirming my thoughts. The sun is almost gone. Darkness is approaching. I knew that my mind was correct but I didn’t want to believe it. Ignoring the instinctive thoughts, I turned from the pavement, placing my tennis shoe into the wet snow of the field. It is coming…it is coming.

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Unfortunately, there were not a lot of members at our last Magic Pens meeting that was held at 10:30 AM, (although it started quite a bit late,) on March 24, 2007 at the Bagel Stop/Book Nook. Due to the lack of members, and the somewhat short amount of time that was available for Mr. Gifford, we did not discuss a lot of new topics, however, a few good topics were brought up. At first, each person who attended the meeting shared what they have recently been reading and what they liked about it and then gave a short review on what they plan to write about recently. Afterwards, we discussed the following topics.

1. Goals – Now that the play is over, Mr. Gifford would like everybody to return to their goals and to keep up with their writing. He would like to remind everybody that it is all right to talk about items that you have thought about writing but haven’t yet to get help working some things out, early responses and feedback, or even thoughts on how people will like it.

2. Mr. Gifford’s New Story – After watching a television show that aired on the Sci-Fi Channel, Mr. Gifford was inspired to write a new story and using his own advice, shared his plans for the unwritten piece at our meeting before he actually started writing it. The new story, The Club is to be about himself and our club of Magic Penians in Minot, North Dakota, however there are some twists. He has already posted the first chapter so check it out!

3. End of the Year Book – The end of the year is approaching fast and we need to start thinking about the collection of writings that we are going to “publish” at the end of the year. Mr. Gifford would like everybody to seriously try to attend our last few meetings before school ends so we can discuss in person what we will be doing for the book. So far, it looks that we will be doing a random assortment of short stories that will each be limited to about 500 words or so. Begin thinking about your best short story to fit this limitation. Another topic on this subject that was brought up at our meeting was who should be priveleged with a spot in the book. Should the book be for active members only or can a member who hasn’t posted for months have their share? Should we make a qualification such as attending a certain amount of meetings or posting a certain amount of writings? There is still a lot of discussion on this subject that needs to be discussed at our future meetings.

4. Hoodies – We have finally decided that the hoodies that we will be getting will be a navy blue color with silver on top for the drawings and writing. Matt’s Thermo Nuclear Warhead will be on the front of the hoodie in a small pocket-size with my Behind the Scroll on the back of the hoodie in a large size. As far as we know, we will be ordering hoodies rather than T-shirts unless there are enough votes for a different article of clothing. If we do happen to change to T-shirts, all who have already paid for the hoodie will be refunded as the T-shirt costs less than the hoodie does. If you are still interested in purchasing a custom Magic Pens hoodie, please see Mr. Gifford by the end of this month.

Although we may not have discussed a large variety of topics as in previous meetings, we still had fun and enjoyed ourselves. After Mr. Gifford left and the meeting at ended at 11:30 AM or so, six of us actually stayed and hung out until 1:00 PM. During this time, we decorated blogs, talked, listened to iPods and such. Too bad there weren’t a lot of members there…*nudge, nudge*

"The River" by Gary Paulsen

“The River” by Gary Paulsen

This week has honestly been my worst week on Magic Pens ever. I do, however, plan to return with a lot of posts if I can, it is just that I have had so much homework, babysitting, life problems, and such lately that I haven’t had any time to do anything that I enjoy. I have not written much, read much, drawn anything, or anything else that is fun for me. I have a long list of stuff that I need to do that I haven’t had time for recently that I hope to kill this upcoming week.

This week from March 18 to March 24, 2007 I have written a lame 544 words, (feel free to boo,) and have finished reading the last 48 pages of The River, written by Gary Paulsen.

I Hope to Post:

Please post and tell me what you are most looking forward to reading and such.

I have been feeling a lot better lately, (again, read the first, My Thoughts,) and I think that I may have some free time coming up. Yay!

I think that I will have time to write and I may get to do some other stuff too. I still have to work on Mr. Gifford’s blog and I would like to redo mine again. This time, it shall be forest themed! 😀

Does my background show up this time?

Well I just put it up along with Melissa’s and I don’t know if they are showing up for everybody or not. So, I have a lot of work to do…and homework.