The sun was brightly shining through the clear glass of the window, beaming brightly across Martin’s shoulder as he sat in his usual chair, at his usual time, on a usual Sunday afternoon, just after he had eaten his usual breakfast. Martin was not a man of any interest as he went about his common routine. On this day, he had just finished eating his breakfast and had seated himself within the plushy armchair of no color, at which he would sit every cheery Sunday afternoon. Reaching to the small, wooden side table that rested at his side, he pulled the latest newspaper from the pile and unfolded it out before him. As he sat comfortably under the luminescence of the sun, he felt comforted within the heat that warmed him and quietly caught up on the latest news. He felt as if he was in total control as he reigned over his house and enjoyed his day.
Archive for year: 2007
As I see it, there are three major things in life that seem to have a great effect on us. In an instant, these forces can change our lives drastically, sometimes for good, and sometimes for bad. We could be thinking one thing one moment, and the next, have completely different thoughts. These forces can cause great happiness and end deep sorrow, yet they can also destroy hope and bring depression upon one. They guide the way our life unfolds before us, and occasionally add unexpected turns and twists. This uneven path can bring difficulties and fortunes along.
What are these forces?
The administrator of the writing club, Magic Pens, that I am in, created a story prompt to motivate us to write. Basically, we were at a meeting and read some of our stories on stage in front of everybody. Afterwards, our stories came alive and started attacking us. He wrote about where each person was afterwards and what state they were in, and I have matched them up in my story pretty well. We each had our own versions of what happened, and here is mine…
I nervously began to walk up the few stairs of the stage clenching my story within my hands. Walking to the small podium that was erected before the audience of Magic Penians, I felt a timid shake overcome me for a second. I had never actually read my story before an actual audience before, yet I was ready for the new challenge. I gave a faint, weak smile before reading the first few words of my rewrite. “Running through the early morning moistness of the Mathurin Forest that enveloped her quaint home in obscuration, a young girl of ten brushed through the rough branches that tore at her soft-featured face.” After a few minutes of reading my Horse from the Woods story, I began to feel more confident as I began to twitch less often and become more steady and fluent with my words. Before I knew it, I was leaving the stage with applause from the crowd and taking my seat in the first row.
We had a meager crowd at our Magic Pens meeting, Monday, February 19, 2007 at Main Street Books at 1:00 PM, but we did get a few good points across. Here is a thorough overview in case you missed the meeting or need a little refresher.
Write your explanation why Lindsey was not there in my story, How was this Possible? or write your “ending” to the story.
“Rebecca” by Daphne DuMaurier
Alright, due to the immense amount of babysitting and homework that I had along with my temporary suspension from my computer, I have once again had a low week.
On Magic Pens this week from February 11 to February 17, 2007, I wrote 4,539 and 404 words on paper. This comes to be 4,943 words. I promise that this upcoming week will be a better one.
For reading, I once again failed. I read the first 20 pages of Rebecca by Daphne DuMaurier.
Once again, I promise that my next week will be much better than this one for I have deeply disappointed myself. My lack of writing has been disturbing me. *twitch*
Write your “ending” to my open-ended story, Matt’s Contest 01 – Sly Lynx.
Okay, I have thought of this idea that whenever I think of a short story idea that has many possibilites, I will post it here and anybody can join in on it. There are no prizes and it isn’t a contest, but it could be fun and it could possibly get some people writing.
Write your “ending” to my open-ended story, Lost in this Word.
This is my attempt at Matt’s Contest 01, including the bonus no-vowel sentence.
Where was I?
Suddenly, I came to and repeatedly blinked my eyes, clearing my mind of the thick fog that hazed over my thoughts. I shook my head as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light that the moon gave from overhead. There was a crisp nip in the air that made me shiver in my cold, metal armor, yet I stood tall and still as I had been trained to. The night sky was painted deep blue with stars littering the sky alongside the moon, emitting the vague sliver of silver light spilling across the grass upon which I stood.
“The River” by Gary Paulsen
“Romeo and Juliet” by William Shakespeare
Word counts for me seem to change just as the tides in the ocean do. There are highs and there are lows that come in gradual and sometimes sudden waves.
This week from February 4 to February 10, 2007, is one of my “low tides” with 1,946 words on Magic Pens and 111 words on paper to equal a total of 2,057 words. This week I have had a lot of homework every day and I had to babysit. When I did have time to write, I used it to think of an idea for Matt’s contest, but unfortunately, couldn’t think of anything. I hope that next week will be a much better week for me!
For reading, I once again replaced reading-time to think of idea’s for Matt’s contest and have only read 69 pages of The River by Gary Paulsen and finished up Romeo and Juliet.
“Cleaning After Battle” by Noelle Brooks
Alright, I have finally finished coloring my gryphon picture here at 1:55 in the morning and decided to post it. This illustrates my story, The Horse From the Woods, so please read and comment on it if you have not done so already.
For all of you wondering about the “Mr. Stein Incident”…I shall tell you about it.
I am currently taking Art Techniques II with Mr. Stein at Central Campus, 5th hour and we are currently finishing up our gesture drawing, shape people done with oil pastels. When we finish our oil pastel drawings, we are to look for a reference picture so we can draw a picture for our next assignment, and although I am not finished with my oil pastel drawing yet, I already knew what picture I wanted to use for my next assignment. It was on Wednesday, February 5, 2007 that I took my gryphon picture, that I had drawn the night before, up to Mr. Stein and asked him if I could use it for my next assignment.
Here is a story that I wrote when I was eight years old that was actually inspired by the book, Hatchet by Gary Paulsen which I read in second grade. Please note that I have not run this through Spell Check and have purposely left in all of the grammar and spelling mistakes to show you how much I have improved in the last six years of my life. Each page of this story was complete with illustrations, but I am just going to leave those out.
It was a beautiful sight. The dolphins were jumping in and out of the ocean. Nine year old Zed, was watching them sway through the ocean by the large boat. He was going to Hawaii for vacation. He was just relaxing in his chair staring over the boat watching the dolphins. He was enjoying his trip so far. One day a terrible storm rose.