A/N: This small piece was created with the idea to show, not tell. A big emphasis in diction and syntax has been pronounced in class lately and therefore, somewhat influenced my piece. Enjoy :)
PS: It had to be a tragedy, so I apologize in advance if you don't like the overall view of the piece.
The beautiful weeping willows perched over the river, looking as if there was not a care in the world with their low-hanging branches, while the sunset hues of red, pink, and orange dyed the water with bright, vibrant colors and the slightest breath of wind sent many a ripple alongst its length. Against the scenic landscape lay a young child, broken and useless with its limbs splayed out, red body fluids painting the ground beneath. Its brown hair hung limply off the forehead, knotted with small leaves and branches, and its clothes were tattered and hung off it in shreds, appearing as though mauled by a ferocious animal. The young child was positively dead, though it was warm to the touch and its eyelids flickered, perhaps in reflex. A man in the eerie shadows glanced at the child one last time before walking off into the forest without a second thought. No remorse, no guilt: the guise of a murderer who walked away, knowing no one would ever find out what it’d done. The birds sang their wonderful songs, lilting harmonies that sounded like honey to the ears and squirrels scampered over the sandy shelf, scavenging for their next supper; the world was going on as normal without bothering to think of the broken child in its presence. After all, why should nature care about a child when even humanity betrays their own?
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Doors Open, Doors Shut
A/N: I wrote a poem in which doors are seen as a two-fold decision. There are two ways in which a person's path may lie, and only one can be taken. This poem is supposed to convey the indecisiveness of a lover who is unable to tell their untold love of their feelings, afraid of the backlash.
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Behind of which, is naught
But a lover’s dilemma
To love, to hate?
Doors White, Doors Bright
The pure heart takes flight
Not looking behind, but forward
To learn, to ardor?
Doors Black, Doors Dark
One’s love may leave marks
Of an unrequited heart
To say, to pain?
Doors Burning, Doors Freezing
The devil beats at the door
Acting as if a meddlesome cancer
While the angel patiently waits
Leaving questions alone, unanswered
To love, to hate?
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Everything may seem nuts
But only a good heart hath
Find the destined path.
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Behind of which, is naught
But a lover’s dilemma
To love, to hate?
Doors White, Doors Bright
The pure heart takes flight
Not looking behind, but forward
To learn, to ardor?
Doors Black, Doors Dark
One’s love may leave marks
Of an unrequited heart
To say, to pain?
Doors Burning, Doors Freezing
The devil beats at the door
Acting as if a meddlesome cancer
While the angel patiently waits
Leaving questions alone, unanswered
To love, to hate?
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Everything may seem nuts
But only a good heart hath
Find the destined path.
Doors Open, Doors Shut
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Prediction Piece- Lottery
~Author's Note: This is a prediction piece for the lottery. It takes place about 40 years after Tessie has died. This is also written in the point of view of her husband. English @ ACMS (PoV Piece)
It has been forty years since my wife left me. She was cruelly ripped from my grasp and I did nothing about it, because I was too scared to do anything, and to risk the remaining lives in my family. But now everyone is gone. Every year after, I managed to draw that little black dot, until only myself remained. Then my bad luck stopped but it seemed as if Summers stared me down every time; it was creepy I tell you.
Finally, about 30 years ago, I started a mission to transform this village so that no one died any more. No more would wives be widowed, no more would men by saddened, no more would children be so grieved yet happy to kill. I had never before seen such a blood-thirsty group of youngsters. So I started to volunteer to watch the little monsters and I slowly started to shape them into someone better, someone worth having in my life. I grew attached, I must admit, and the black dot always seemed to target those of which I got through to. Only the blood-thirsty ones remained.
Tonight is the night. Tonight, I may die, as I'm going to kill the Devil's advocate himself. It may kill me, or the villagers might as they were instructed to kill any insane people. I managed to get many of the kids, who don’t have much power, onto my side. But is it enough? I had pondered this all night, and this seems like the best time, as everyone would be gathered.
It's time. Kids are already completing their annual ritual of setting up stone piles. People are talking in nervous voices; its almost as if they know something bad is gonna happen. Sadly, they never notice the sharp stone I had hidden in my coat. It was my one last chance to get people to stop myself from murdering Summers. Over the last 20 years, I had sharpened that stone. I had sharpened it to a point that is as sharp as a steel blade. Difference was, this also had poisons on the tip, deadly poisons that I found in the prairie, the woods, the herbalists garden. But, I still did not want to murder. It just wasn’t right to go to God's realm with a murderous heart in your hands. In other words, I might go to Hell. But I don’t care: I'm a simple man, avenging my family and loved one's deaths.
Here comes the devil now with that thrice blasted black box of his. It has gotten even heavier as we have gotten more villagers and now five strong men are required to carry it. The hawk-eyed post master is still watching everyone with his beady eyes. He has recently been put in charge of repairs to the box, which is now simply wood planks stuck together with glue. But that wont be needed after tonight.
As that silky voice poured out over the crowd, sweetening itself in the villagers' ears, I steadied myself and gripped the stone tightly. The wave soon reached me but I refused to let itself take me over by thinking good thoughts of my wife, Tessie, the first to be killed. He then called out my name in the mandatory head of house listing. I replied and started walking towards that hated black box, wobbling ever so slightly from the weight of my left hand.
I looked Summers in the eye, and said, "You Bastard."
The next moment, everyone gasped, as I had struck him in the heart, right underneath his ribs. But instead of red blood pouring out, black wisps of gas flew out and started to attack me. I writhed and fell to the ground, terrified of the image in my head. A devil's head, from the bible, appeared in my eyes. Black wispy smoke had covered his frame and blazing red eyes accompanied it.
"You may have defeated me this time, but I will come back. I swear it on your families' spirits."
The devil disappeared and my vision went completely black. My eyes felt sticky and I couldn’t open them. I began to panic, was I blind? But only a few minutes later, soft and smooth hands swept them open and my gaze was filled with the sights of my kids and wife. They looked refreshed and beautiful, unlike the horrid mess they had left the world in.
"Tessie!"
It has been forty years since my wife left me. She was cruelly ripped from my grasp and I did nothing about it, because I was too scared to do anything, and to risk the remaining lives in my family. But now everyone is gone. Every year after, I managed to draw that little black dot, until only myself remained. Then my bad luck stopped but it seemed as if Summers stared me down every time; it was creepy I tell you.
Finally, about 30 years ago, I started a mission to transform this village so that no one died any more. No more would wives be widowed, no more would men by saddened, no more would children be so grieved yet happy to kill. I had never before seen such a blood-thirsty group of youngsters. So I started to volunteer to watch the little monsters and I slowly started to shape them into someone better, someone worth having in my life. I grew attached, I must admit, and the black dot always seemed to target those of which I got through to. Only the blood-thirsty ones remained.
Tonight is the night. Tonight, I may die, as I'm going to kill the Devil's advocate himself. It may kill me, or the villagers might as they were instructed to kill any insane people. I managed to get many of the kids, who don’t have much power, onto my side. But is it enough? I had pondered this all night, and this seems like the best time, as everyone would be gathered.
It's time. Kids are already completing their annual ritual of setting up stone piles. People are talking in nervous voices; its almost as if they know something bad is gonna happen. Sadly, they never notice the sharp stone I had hidden in my coat. It was my one last chance to get people to stop myself from murdering Summers. Over the last 20 years, I had sharpened that stone. I had sharpened it to a point that is as sharp as a steel blade. Difference was, this also had poisons on the tip, deadly poisons that I found in the prairie, the woods, the herbalists garden. But, I still did not want to murder. It just wasn’t right to go to God's realm with a murderous heart in your hands. In other words, I might go to Hell. But I don’t care: I'm a simple man, avenging my family and loved one's deaths.
Here comes the devil now with that thrice blasted black box of his. It has gotten even heavier as we have gotten more villagers and now five strong men are required to carry it. The hawk-eyed post master is still watching everyone with his beady eyes. He has recently been put in charge of repairs to the box, which is now simply wood planks stuck together with glue. But that wont be needed after tonight.
As that silky voice poured out over the crowd, sweetening itself in the villagers' ears, I steadied myself and gripped the stone tightly. The wave soon reached me but I refused to let itself take me over by thinking good thoughts of my wife, Tessie, the first to be killed. He then called out my name in the mandatory head of house listing. I replied and started walking towards that hated black box, wobbling ever so slightly from the weight of my left hand.
I looked Summers in the eye, and said, "You Bastard."
The next moment, everyone gasped, as I had struck him in the heart, right underneath his ribs. But instead of red blood pouring out, black wisps of gas flew out and started to attack me. I writhed and fell to the ground, terrified of the image in my head. A devil's head, from the bible, appeared in my eyes. Black wispy smoke had covered his frame and blazing red eyes accompanied it.
"You may have defeated me this time, but I will come back. I swear it on your families' spirits."
The devil disappeared and my vision went completely black. My eyes felt sticky and I couldn’t open them. I began to panic, was I blind? But only a few minutes later, soft and smooth hands swept them open and my gaze was filled with the sights of my kids and wife. They looked refreshed and beautiful, unlike the horrid mess they had left the world in.
"Tessie!"
Friday, March 30, 2012
Purge of the Turge
~Author's Note: This is a start of a piece I'm starting to create. This isn't finished but I decided to put it out here anyways as I needed a couple of pieces to be added. This is a mix of somewhat Star Wars, somewhat Hunger Games, and Spy High. I used inspiration from all three of these to create this. Let me know what you think ;)
Cherry red hair stuck out of the rectangular box. I could instantly identify it as an orphan. The "peacemakers" probably took the little girl's house and the parents and left her to die. It was a story that was becoming common these days. Too common. It was time for someone to set the so-called "peacemakers" straight.
Let me get things straight. I am Timothy, although most call me Tim. I live in sector 7149 on the planet Jupiter. A long time ago, I might have lived on Earth. But, now it is a big waste planet with piles of trash standing sky-high. There are no living creatures on Earth as there is nothing to sustain it except for trash. Ever since we moved out, we dump our trash there so that our new home wont become as dirty and nasty; how could our trash now hurt Earth anymore?
Recently, we were discovered by a race of space people who call themselves the Turge. They look like humans except for the fact that they have pointed ears and pitch black hair whereas we have round ears , bright blue eyes and while we have a range of cherry to blond to chestnut, we do not have the unique black hair shade of the Turge.
The first day they came was a shock to us, as we had not met any other life forms. They showed us a new way of living; one of which many jumped on for the slight chance that this life would turn out better. Now, I can look around me, at the hungry and suffering, and know that this way of living was not for us. The Turge took a fancy to our military and made the "peacekeepers" who was supposed to be superior to the rest of us. They were the ones who took money from the poor, and heavy taxes from the rich. All in all, not a fun world.
Then one day, I decided to do something about it. After seeing orphans mobbing the streets, life was difficult for everyone. People were forced to see that if they didn’t follow the Turge, that the same thing would happen to their family instead. So, in order to keep the thoughts of rebellion in citizen's minds, I started an orphanage, but more like a safe house. A place where orphans can come and live in secret. They all have a hate of the Turge, one that I plan on exploiting on; all I have to do now is wait for the perfect moment...
Cherry red hair stuck out of the rectangular box. I could instantly identify it as an orphan. The "peacemakers" probably took the little girl's house and the parents and left her to die. It was a story that was becoming common these days. Too common. It was time for someone to set the so-called "peacemakers" straight.
Let me get things straight. I am Timothy, although most call me Tim. I live in sector 7149 on the planet Jupiter. A long time ago, I might have lived on Earth. But, now it is a big waste planet with piles of trash standing sky-high. There are no living creatures on Earth as there is nothing to sustain it except for trash. Ever since we moved out, we dump our trash there so that our new home wont become as dirty and nasty; how could our trash now hurt Earth anymore?
Recently, we were discovered by a race of space people who call themselves the Turge. They look like humans except for the fact that they have pointed ears and pitch black hair whereas we have round ears , bright blue eyes and while we have a range of cherry to blond to chestnut, we do not have the unique black hair shade of the Turge.
The first day they came was a shock to us, as we had not met any other life forms. They showed us a new way of living; one of which many jumped on for the slight chance that this life would turn out better. Now, I can look around me, at the hungry and suffering, and know that this way of living was not for us. The Turge took a fancy to our military and made the "peacekeepers" who was supposed to be superior to the rest of us. They were the ones who took money from the poor, and heavy taxes from the rich. All in all, not a fun world.
Then one day, I decided to do something about it. After seeing orphans mobbing the streets, life was difficult for everyone. People were forced to see that if they didn’t follow the Turge, that the same thing would happen to their family instead. So, in order to keep the thoughts of rebellion in citizen's minds, I started an orphanage, but more like a safe house. A place where orphans can come and live in secret. They all have a hate of the Turge, one that I plan on exploiting on; all I have to do now is wait for the perfect moment...
Mayella: A Queen-To-Be
~Author's Note: This is a random short piece I decided to create for fun. The first paragraph is told from the POV of the queen. The name Mayella is from the book To Kill a Mockingbird. This is a short story so envision the ending for yourself ;) I might continue it but idk yet.
Mayella, a beautiful name, fit for the perfect princess. This is what my child was destined to be named, as she was going to be elegant, beautiful, graceful. She was to be my darling, my pride, and my joy. This was to be fate, the future of the glorious kingdom.
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The whole kingdom seemed to wake as one, heedful of the queen's earsplitting screams. These screams could mean two things; one, that the baby was being born and two, that someone was ransacking the castle. Since there were no unseemly sounds, other than the screams and crickets, people safely assumed it was the baby. The kingdomers huddled down in their beds and blankets, trying to drown out the high-pitched screams. As much as the baby was looked forward to, it was the wrong time to give birth… it was night; in the kingdom's minds at least. The children were the only ones up and about as their heads were filled with images of the jam and honey encrusted scones that were hidden in pantries. It was the perfect time to snatch them, with no parents watching.
And suddenly, the screams stopped. A new kind of silence settled across the land, one of hope and relief, and joy and happiness. All the children, parents, godparents and friends rushed to the closest window facing the castle. For if the birth was a success and the new child lived, there would be a glowing crème lantern rising from the east turret, high into the starry night waiting to touch the stars, to let them know that the child was alive and healthy.
Slowly, the people in the valley below the castle saw a slight shining light coming from the designated turret. As the crowd was about to let out sighs of happiness, the lantern was quickly brought back out of sight again by some unseen guard. Everyone groaned; this could not be a good sign. Shortly, two cherry-red lanterns flamed up, side by side, making everyone scream and run into their homes. For on those lanterns were the sign of Tosk, the nearest warring lord. He who was wily, cunning, and rude, somehow took the castle. The thought shook the kingdom; the castle was impenetrable! Yet, it seemed as if they were proved wrong against all odds. Slowly, the kingdomers fell into a great depression, one that only the true child of royalty could obscure. Everything became black and white, life with no meaning. Tosk quickly rounded up the kingdom and made a census. Nothing would escape their notice.
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In a village on the outskirts of the kingdom, a lone horseman knocks on a wooden door. A stout, grandmotherly figure steps into the frame and gasps.
"Tato! I thought you were lost when I heard of the castle!" She then ran forward to give her grandson a motherly hug. You could see her quickly step back when a muffled cry came from within his coat. His grandmother then casually asked him, wariness straining her voice, "What do you have there, Tato?"
He replied, "The future queen of Kildenree, Mayella."
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Mayella, a beautiful name, fit for the perfect princess. This is what my child was destined to be named, as she was going to be elegant, beautiful, graceful. She was to be my darling, my pride, and my joy. This was to be fate, the future of the glorious kingdom.
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The whole kingdom seemed to wake as one, heedful of the queen's earsplitting screams. These screams could mean two things; one, that the baby was being born and two, that someone was ransacking the castle. Since there were no unseemly sounds, other than the screams and crickets, people safely assumed it was the baby. The kingdomers huddled down in their beds and blankets, trying to drown out the high-pitched screams. As much as the baby was looked forward to, it was the wrong time to give birth… it was night; in the kingdom's minds at least. The children were the only ones up and about as their heads were filled with images of the jam and honey encrusted scones that were hidden in pantries. It was the perfect time to snatch them, with no parents watching.
And suddenly, the screams stopped. A new kind of silence settled across the land, one of hope and relief, and joy and happiness. All the children, parents, godparents and friends rushed to the closest window facing the castle. For if the birth was a success and the new child lived, there would be a glowing crème lantern rising from the east turret, high into the starry night waiting to touch the stars, to let them know that the child was alive and healthy.
Slowly, the people in the valley below the castle saw a slight shining light coming from the designated turret. As the crowd was about to let out sighs of happiness, the lantern was quickly brought back out of sight again by some unseen guard. Everyone groaned; this could not be a good sign. Shortly, two cherry-red lanterns flamed up, side by side, making everyone scream and run into their homes. For on those lanterns were the sign of Tosk, the nearest warring lord. He who was wily, cunning, and rude, somehow took the castle. The thought shook the kingdom; the castle was impenetrable! Yet, it seemed as if they were proved wrong against all odds. Slowly, the kingdomers fell into a great depression, one that only the true child of royalty could obscure. Everything became black and white, life with no meaning. Tosk quickly rounded up the kingdom and made a census. Nothing would escape their notice.
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In a village on the outskirts of the kingdom, a lone horseman knocks on a wooden door. A stout, grandmotherly figure steps into the frame and gasps.
"Tato! I thought you were lost when I heard of the castle!" She then ran forward to give her grandson a motherly hug. You could see her quickly step back when a muffled cry came from within his coat. His grandmother then casually asked him, wariness straining her voice, "What do you have there, Tato?"
He replied, "The future queen of Kildenree, Mayella."
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Friday, March 2, 2012
Empty Dreams
~Author's Note: This was a simple journal piece needed for a conference to get a good word choice grade. It isn't very finished as therefore, not really edited. Hope you enjoy!
Update: This I think is needed as several people were confused about this ;) The main character is a little girl actor. She is on a movie set with her parents, who expect her to grow famous and rich. Except that she dreams of freedom, home away from home, to be free of the controlling environment.
Hot air streamlined against my body, making me feel as if I was flying in the desert. It was the exact scenario as in my dream; except that here, I was suspended in time. Two short seconds later, a person yelled, “Cut!” and the air stopped. I was slowly lowered to the air mattress beneath and I noticed two people, one a man and one a woman, coming to help me out of my harness. I obediently lifted my arms, just like the little girl my parents expected me to be. As soon as I was free, I ran over the red doors, the ones with an emergency exit sign flashing above. I threw open the doors and looked outside, hoping to see the wilderness from my dream; instead, I see a bustling city full with pedestrians racing to be on time for work and vendors selling their disgusting goods. I sighed, it wasn’t real.
Update: This I think is needed as several people were confused about this ;) The main character is a little girl actor. She is on a movie set with her parents, who expect her to grow famous and rich. Except that she dreams of freedom, home away from home, to be free of the controlling environment.
Hot air streamlined against my body, making me feel as if I was flying in the desert. It was the exact scenario as in my dream; except that here, I was suspended in time. Two short seconds later, a person yelled, “Cut!” and the air stopped. I was slowly lowered to the air mattress beneath and I noticed two people, one a man and one a woman, coming to help me out of my harness. I obediently lifted my arms, just like the little girl my parents expected me to be. As soon as I was free, I ran over the red doors, the ones with an emergency exit sign flashing above. I threw open the doors and looked outside, hoping to see the wilderness from my dream; instead, I see a bustling city full with pedestrians racing to be on time for work and vendors selling their disgusting goods. I sighed, it wasn’t real.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Dystopia Worlds: Which One?
~Author's Note: This was a compare/contrast essay about dystopian worlds. We had to compare characters and/ or worlds to Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradburn. In this piece, I compared the Holocaust, Slavery, and Fahrenheit 451. It is one of my longer pieces. If you have any comments/ suggestion about my piece, please comment.
Nazis. Slavery. In the world, there are many examples of dystopian societies; these stories might be fictitious, such as the world of Guy Montag in the book Fahrenheit 451. These all happen at different points of time: two in the past and one in the future. However, they all seem to be related in one way, a dystopian universe.
A dystopian world is a world where the government has an enormous amount of power, almost limitless, over the citizens. One example is the Nazis. The Nazis, Adolf Hitler, ruled a society and turned it into a nightmare for many people. Jews in particular. Nazis tried to get "rid of" Jews in Germany. Thousands of Jews lived in constant fear of the Nazis, something that slaves around the world can relate to.
Slavery has been one of the biggest problems the known Earth today has had to deal with. Slavery in the United States started when traders brought African Americans from Africa to help in cane plantations and farms. Soon, it was an accepted practice and social status was placed on how many slaves you had. Many people disagreed on how to treat the unfortunate slaves. Some were treated with respect, yet many were treated harshly, and were abused. Many were afraid of the law, and what it represented.
Finally, Guy Montag lives in a world where imagination is discouraged. Books are banned, and the firemen do their jobs differently that those of today. The firemen of today put out house fires. The firemen, Montag included, create fires in the houses of which there are books. This is a dystopian world as it is completely controlled by the government, and the citizens have no power. Montag makes history in his time when he burned his commander and "broke" a metal hound, the machine used to track fugitives.
These compare in the way that they all produce a story about government controlling worlds. The government could be white people, Adolf Hitler, and just the plain government in Fahrenheit 451. They try to make their version of paradise in the real world and might succeed, yet will make millions terrible and frightful. In Fahrenheit 451, everyone sticks to a schedule, and do everything the same; nothing new is learned and if it is… you are finished. For slavery, the white men had their version of paradise and got it, at the expense of the slaves. Finally, the Nazi's tried to gain control by getting rid of the Jews. This all shows how the government makes the citizens suffer, of ignorance or of too much knowledge.
One way these are different is the fact that two of these events have happened in real life, the Holocaust and slavery, and one is a piece of fiction, Fahrenheit 451. The Holocaust and slavery are two pieces in history of terror; hopefully, now that they ended, they wont start again. Fahrenheit 451 is an art of fiction set in the future, where people burn books, instead of people.
Together and separately, these three worlds are dystopian societies. Guy Montag and the slaves and Jews also have something in common, they wanted to escape the harsh world of reality and have freedom to speak and move. Eventually, they were all granted this but it was a long, grueling process of which many were lost. Thankfully, the world has learned from its mistakes and is changing for the better.
Nazis. Slavery. In the world, there are many examples of dystopian societies; these stories might be fictitious, such as the world of Guy Montag in the book Fahrenheit 451. These all happen at different points of time: two in the past and one in the future. However, they all seem to be related in one way, a dystopian universe.
A dystopian world is a world where the government has an enormous amount of power, almost limitless, over the citizens. One example is the Nazis. The Nazis, Adolf Hitler, ruled a society and turned it into a nightmare for many people. Jews in particular. Nazis tried to get "rid of" Jews in Germany. Thousands of Jews lived in constant fear of the Nazis, something that slaves around the world can relate to.
Slavery has been one of the biggest problems the known Earth today has had to deal with. Slavery in the United States started when traders brought African Americans from Africa to help in cane plantations and farms. Soon, it was an accepted practice and social status was placed on how many slaves you had. Many people disagreed on how to treat the unfortunate slaves. Some were treated with respect, yet many were treated harshly, and were abused. Many were afraid of the law, and what it represented.
Finally, Guy Montag lives in a world where imagination is discouraged. Books are banned, and the firemen do their jobs differently that those of today. The firemen of today put out house fires. The firemen, Montag included, create fires in the houses of which there are books. This is a dystopian world as it is completely controlled by the government, and the citizens have no power. Montag makes history in his time when he burned his commander and "broke" a metal hound, the machine used to track fugitives.
These compare in the way that they all produce a story about government controlling worlds. The government could be white people, Adolf Hitler, and just the plain government in Fahrenheit 451. They try to make their version of paradise in the real world and might succeed, yet will make millions terrible and frightful. In Fahrenheit 451, everyone sticks to a schedule, and do everything the same; nothing new is learned and if it is… you are finished. For slavery, the white men had their version of paradise and got it, at the expense of the slaves. Finally, the Nazi's tried to gain control by getting rid of the Jews. This all shows how the government makes the citizens suffer, of ignorance or of too much knowledge.
One way these are different is the fact that two of these events have happened in real life, the Holocaust and slavery, and one is a piece of fiction, Fahrenheit 451. The Holocaust and slavery are two pieces in history of terror; hopefully, now that they ended, they wont start again. Fahrenheit 451 is an art of fiction set in the future, where people burn books, instead of people.
Together and separately, these three worlds are dystopian societies. Guy Montag and the slaves and Jews also have something in common, they wanted to escape the harsh world of reality and have freedom to speak and move. Eventually, they were all granted this but it was a long, grueling process of which many were lost. Thankfully, the world has learned from its mistakes and is changing for the better.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Snowing Reality
~Author's Note: This is a story that I am writing about two wolf pups that get taken from the wild and brought into a common household, and what it is like for the family that takes them in. The set-up of the story kinda mirrors the set-up in "The Last Dog On Earth." This is as far as I have gotten with it. Please comment and let me know what you think. :)
Prelude:
The glistening white snow gleamed as the rising sun lit its golden rays on the cold, hard ground. Frozen wind harshly blew across the barren land; nothing was able to obstruct it. It was a free spirit, everywhere was its destination, North its home. Many have tried to tame it, yet all failed.
Chapter 1:
The she-wolf cried out in hunger; this winter had been the longest she had ever experienced, and she had not taken the precautions needed. As she stumbled alongside her brother, she painfully remembered her mother, Red Fur, dying of starvation. All the prey were hiding, hibernating till the snow melts and green grass shoots up out of the ground. Red Fur hadn't been able to hunt for both her and her pups. The she-wolf next remembered her mother's last words, " You are my strong spirit." As a memoir, the young pup took the name Strong Spirit as her name, and her brother took the name White Paws as they plodded on, away from their mother.
White Paws soon poked her in the side and Strong Spirit realized they had stopped. The she-wolf soon saw why. In front of them stood a mighty creature, a bear of sorts that was on its hind legs and front legs in the air, holding something long and pointy. The interesting thing was that the bear had no fur, it looked smooth with hair only on it's head. In fact, it looked straight out weird. It was wearing a bright orange cover, and some blue thing on it's lower half.
White Paws was urging her back, to get away, but she was entranced. The bear picked up his stick and pointed it at White Paws. Strong Spirit realized at that moment that White Paws was as curious as she was: he was staring. A crack startled the pup, and White Paws slumped down onto the ground with a blue splotch on his chest. Was he dead? Strong Spirit struggled over to her brother, and sniffed him; he wasn’t dead, only asleep? One of Red Fur's sayings popped into her head, about a mighty hunter, who bested even the wolves. Too late, Strong Spirit related the description of the hunter to the creature standing in front of her. She tried to run but she was weak from the lack of food and from the thought of leaving her brother behind.
She heard another loud crack and fell. She couldn’t stand. Strong Spirit started to panic, making high whimpering noises. She felt tired, hungry and sick. What was happening?? Black flickered in on the edge of her vision, closing in. Is this how it felt to die? She finally gave way to the impossible and fell into a snow drift, knocked out.
Chapter 2:
"Yar!"called Ted as his father walked in the door.
Mr. Hans called back, "Ted, stop being a dramatic pirate and help your mother out in the kitchen!"
"Fine Dad," said Ted while frowning. Pirate acting was his favorite, and his dad knew it. Just then, Ted noticed the bulging sack that his dad had on his back. "Dad? What's that?"
"Ted, you will find out after dinner," sighed Mr. Hans. At this, Ted perked up in interest and ran into the kitchen, where warm scents were wafting out of.
Ted then asked his mother, "Mom? Dad told me to come help you. Let's make dinner quick! I want to see what Dad brought home!" Ted then leaped up onto the counter to grab the bowls from the top cabinet.
"Ok Teddy? Lets start then. You mash those potatoes and I'll start on the ham. When you are done, put them into the bowl and heat in the microwave for 2 minutes. You got that?"
"Yes!" replied Teddy excitedly. He mashed the potatoes, exclaiming whenever the puncher came down.
Meanwhile, Mr. Hans sat in his plush comfy chair in the living room and pulled out a small pipe. He lit it with a match and silently smoked, thinking about the prizes that he had brought home with him. Finally, he looked through the opening of the sack and immediately noticed the look of the two terrified wolf pups he brought home. They were emaciated, and scared which Mr. Hans understood, considering the circumstances of how they got here. There was a she-wolf, who was all white with black flecks over her body and a sturdy male, who was white with black paws and a black tail. The male had brown eyes while the she-wolf had blue. They were beautiful.
Prelude:
The glistening white snow gleamed as the rising sun lit its golden rays on the cold, hard ground. Frozen wind harshly blew across the barren land; nothing was able to obstruct it. It was a free spirit, everywhere was its destination, North its home. Many have tried to tame it, yet all failed.
Chapter 1:
The she-wolf cried out in hunger; this winter had been the longest she had ever experienced, and she had not taken the precautions needed. As she stumbled alongside her brother, she painfully remembered her mother, Red Fur, dying of starvation. All the prey were hiding, hibernating till the snow melts and green grass shoots up out of the ground. Red Fur hadn't been able to hunt for both her and her pups. The she-wolf next remembered her mother's last words, " You are my strong spirit." As a memoir, the young pup took the name Strong Spirit as her name, and her brother took the name White Paws as they plodded on, away from their mother.
White Paws soon poked her in the side and Strong Spirit realized they had stopped. The she-wolf soon saw why. In front of them stood a mighty creature, a bear of sorts that was on its hind legs and front legs in the air, holding something long and pointy. The interesting thing was that the bear had no fur, it looked smooth with hair only on it's head. In fact, it looked straight out weird. It was wearing a bright orange cover, and some blue thing on it's lower half.
White Paws was urging her back, to get away, but she was entranced. The bear picked up his stick and pointed it at White Paws. Strong Spirit realized at that moment that White Paws was as curious as she was: he was staring. A crack startled the pup, and White Paws slumped down onto the ground with a blue splotch on his chest. Was he dead? Strong Spirit struggled over to her brother, and sniffed him; he wasn’t dead, only asleep? One of Red Fur's sayings popped into her head, about a mighty hunter, who bested even the wolves. Too late, Strong Spirit related the description of the hunter to the creature standing in front of her. She tried to run but she was weak from the lack of food and from the thought of leaving her brother behind.
She heard another loud crack and fell. She couldn’t stand. Strong Spirit started to panic, making high whimpering noises. She felt tired, hungry and sick. What was happening?? Black flickered in on the edge of her vision, closing in. Is this how it felt to die? She finally gave way to the impossible and fell into a snow drift, knocked out.
Chapter 2:
"Yar!"called Ted as his father walked in the door.
Mr. Hans called back, "Ted, stop being a dramatic pirate and help your mother out in the kitchen!"
"Fine Dad," said Ted while frowning. Pirate acting was his favorite, and his dad knew it. Just then, Ted noticed the bulging sack that his dad had on his back. "Dad? What's that?"
"Ted, you will find out after dinner," sighed Mr. Hans. At this, Ted perked up in interest and ran into the kitchen, where warm scents were wafting out of.
Ted then asked his mother, "Mom? Dad told me to come help you. Let's make dinner quick! I want to see what Dad brought home!" Ted then leaped up onto the counter to grab the bowls from the top cabinet.
"Ok Teddy? Lets start then. You mash those potatoes and I'll start on the ham. When you are done, put them into the bowl and heat in the microwave for 2 minutes. You got that?"
"Yes!" replied Teddy excitedly. He mashed the potatoes, exclaiming whenever the puncher came down.
Meanwhile, Mr. Hans sat in his plush comfy chair in the living room and pulled out a small pipe. He lit it with a match and silently smoked, thinking about the prizes that he had brought home with him. Finally, he looked through the opening of the sack and immediately noticed the look of the two terrified wolf pups he brought home. They were emaciated, and scared which Mr. Hans understood, considering the circumstances of how they got here. There was a she-wolf, who was all white with black flecks over her body and a sturdy male, who was white with black paws and a black tail. The male had brown eyes while the she-wolf had blue. They were beautiful.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Forest Experience
As I sat on the pitch-black, volcanic warm rock thinking, squirrels jumped past me in a blur of sound and golden fur. One paused and chittered at me before leaping off to join his brethren. A leaf's dappled reflection caught my attention as I turned my head. As I looked more closely, I made out a praying green mantis glaring at me in the tree of which it was hiding in. The sounds I heard were of a variety of birds chirping and hooting out at each other and frogs with high and low pitched croaks and groans. Far away, there was a dog barking at a cat and nearby you could hear the long grass rustling as the gentle wind blew away the small insects, chirping out in distress.
Suddenly, a majestic deer jumped over a bush and almost onto me. It jerked back in surprise as I simply sat there, as if to say, "Sorry." My breath caught as he stood in the bright golden rays, the sunlight dancing in his eyes. I tentatively stretched out a hand to his glossy chestnut coat, wanting to touch it and feel the warm bristles of fur underneath my hands. After two seconds of me stroking the magnificent beast, he pranced around the clearing, slow enough for me to be beside him. I threw my head back, laughing, about the young buck's antics. Slowly, he began to run faster and faster, so fast that I could not keep up. I then sat back dizzily on my rock and watched him flash past. He suddenly vanished. I had no idea where he went, where he left, or how he left. I called out and searched for him, yet no answer came willingly forth. Finally, as I looked up at the sky of a setting yellow sun and vibrant pink and orange clouds, I was forced to give up as it would soon be too late to search. I reluctantly walked home, all the while looking behind me for any last movements.
It was pitch-black outside my window when I finally jumped into bed and thought about the day's events. As I was thinking, I knew in my bones that someday I would find that buck again. I just knew it. And with that thought, I turned off my lamp on my nightstand and laid down to rest under my bright blue covers.
Suddenly, a majestic deer jumped over a bush and almost onto me. It jerked back in surprise as I simply sat there, as if to say, "Sorry." My breath caught as he stood in the bright golden rays, the sunlight dancing in his eyes. I tentatively stretched out a hand to his glossy chestnut coat, wanting to touch it and feel the warm bristles of fur underneath my hands. After two seconds of me stroking the magnificent beast, he pranced around the clearing, slow enough for me to be beside him. I threw my head back, laughing, about the young buck's antics. Slowly, he began to run faster and faster, so fast that I could not keep up. I then sat back dizzily on my rock and watched him flash past. He suddenly vanished. I had no idea where he went, where he left, or how he left. I called out and searched for him, yet no answer came willingly forth. Finally, as I looked up at the sky of a setting yellow sun and vibrant pink and orange clouds, I was forced to give up as it would soon be too late to search. I reluctantly walked home, all the while looking behind me for any last movements.
It was pitch-black outside my window when I finally jumped into bed and thought about the day's events. As I was thinking, I knew in my bones that someday I would find that buck again. I just knew it. And with that thought, I turned off my lamp on my nightstand and laid down to rest under my bright blue covers.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Christmas Carol Revenge
In "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens, Scrooge said to the Spirit of Christmas Present, "Spirit, conduct me where you will. I went forth last night on compulsion, and I learned a lesson which is working now. Tonight, if you have aught to teach me, let me profit by it." To me as a reader, this showed that Scrooge had improved as a person. He showed that he wanted to improve, and to profit. When he finally went through the Spirit's lesson, he learned more about the true value of Christmas.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Predicting
I believe that after several chapters of the Son Of Neptune, Percy Jackson will go on a quest with Piper and Frank. I predict that along the way somewhere, Percy will regain his memory after losing it and several months of sleep to Juno, queen of the gods.He will also join forces with Jason, who went missing from the Roman camp around 8-9 months ago. Lastly, I believe Octavian will prove to be a enemy spy, sent to spy on the Romans. That, or become so hungry, he is willing to kill anyone.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Curious Case of the Dog at Night-time (Point of View)
~Author's Note: The was a homework assignment in LA about writing about the point of view taken inside our book, The Curious Case of the Dog at Night-time.
In the crazy bok of "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time", the story is narrated by 15 year old Christopher. I believe the story was best written by Christopher as he is autistic which adds an interesting twist to the story, and that he adds observations that other people wouldnt. You can see the emotions of Christopher in his writing; the sadness of seeing Wellington dead, the anger aimed at his father, and joy of learning that his mother was alive and well.
In the view of the father, the book would be completely different in the voice and observations. The events might be the same, but it would be a more boring view. It would also be a darker story as the father lies a lot to Christopher and keeps a lot of secrets, some that are good, and many that are bad.
The fighting force in this book, the police, would be terrible narrating. The werent in enough of the scenes to know what was going on and they would all be acting with a "valor". There might not be much emotion, except for when they learn about the dog and Christopher's predictament.
All in all, Christopher was the best possible choice as he made an interesting turn on things.
In the crazy bok of "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time", the story is narrated by 15 year old Christopher. I believe the story was best written by Christopher as he is autistic which adds an interesting twist to the story, and that he adds observations that other people wouldnt. You can see the emotions of Christopher in his writing; the sadness of seeing Wellington dead, the anger aimed at his father, and joy of learning that his mother was alive and well.
In the view of the father, the book would be completely different in the voice and observations. The events might be the same, but it would be a more boring view. It would also be a darker story as the father lies a lot to Christopher and keeps a lot of secrets, some that are good, and many that are bad.
The fighting force in this book, the police, would be terrible narrating. The werent in enough of the scenes to know what was going on and they would all be acting with a "valor". There might not be much emotion, except for when they learn about the dog and Christopher's predictament.
All in all, Christopher was the best possible choice as he made an interesting turn on things.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Character Analysis- Christopher's Father
Christopher's dad is a character who has good intentions, but makes bad decisions because of those intentions. The first bad decision that is made apparent was the fact that he had good intentions about keeping Christopher's mom leave a secret, but made the bad decision in lying to Christopher that his mother was dead. This resulted in unnecessary consequences as Christopher grew upset when he learned the truth. I believe that Christopher's dad made this decision because he wanted to protect Christopher from the fact that his mother left him. Even though Christopher eventually found out, the father partly succeeded in protecting Christopher. The one thing that was clear about Chris's dad was that he loved Christopher. He learned about Christopher's autism and he made a new kind of "hug" when Christopher showed he did not want to be touched. Christopher's dad has many good intentions, he just makes bad decisions.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Life of Pi- Innocence
~Author's Note: In LA we read the book, Life of Pi, by Yann Martel. We had to write an essay and finally, I settled on an innocence theme. In this I exlained about Pi losing his innocence over the course of the book, which had three parts. Please give some feedback. - English @ ACMS
Innocence
Innocence; a state, quality, or fact of not committing a crime. Innocence; a word used on a range of people and animals, from a baby infant to an unicorn. A term that can also be applied to Piscine Moliter Patel, the main character in the book "Life of Pi" by Yann Martel. Pi has 3 different religions, Christianity, Muslim, and Islam. When he turns 16, he sets out on a journey where he loses all of his innocence and temporarily loses faith in his religion.
Many events lead up to this tragic loss of Pi's. The first event was placed on the lifeboat with Pi and Richard Parker. In part one, Pi went from huddling in a corner and leaving the animals alone to killing the hyena and eating it hungrily. In part two, it is the cook that Pi kills, as the cook is symbolic of the hyena. Since the hyena is the cook, Pi ends up eating the cook. Pi becomes a cannibal, which further destroys his innocence.
Another example of Pi losing his innocence is where went from crying over killing the flying fish for food to the relishing in the killing of the dorado. His religions and vegetarianism were set aside in this, as his survival instincts took over. They were his first "kills" besides the cook, and while he may regret the kills, he cannot take them back.
The third event where Pi lost his innocence was when he killed his first turtle. He had made other kills before, mainly fish, but the killing of the turtle symbolized that Pi was symbolically killing one of his religions and god. In the Hindu beliefs, turtles are extremely sacred animals as their shell represents heaven and their underside represents earth. Therefore, a turtle is an animal whose "magic" unites heaven and earth. Another reason turtles are important to Hindus is that they believe turtles are the second incarnation of their god, Vishnu. It was evident in Part II that he lost his faith in the way that he did not mention religion nearly as much as in Parts I and III
There are a few other parts where Pi's innocence is torn, but the climactic moment that finalized it was the death of the blind man. When the blind man dies, Pi describes it as "killing a part of himself that will never come back to life." That part of him was his innocence. When he ate the flesh of himself, he brought himself down to cannibalism, an act that will surely destroy his innocence and greatly harm his beliefs. Not only is he eating meat, but meat of his own kind.
In summary, Pi begins his journey in Part I with his innocence and his many religious beliefs. He loses part of his religious beliefs In Part III, he walks away scarred, wiser, and much more knowledgeable about religion than he ever had been before. He does end up getting his religion back. However, he lost something on his long journey he will never get back. His innocence.
Innocence
Innocence; a state, quality, or fact of not committing a crime. Innocence; a word used on a range of people and animals, from a baby infant to an unicorn. A term that can also be applied to Piscine Moliter Patel, the main character in the book "Life of Pi" by Yann Martel. Pi has 3 different religions, Christianity, Muslim, and Islam. When he turns 16, he sets out on a journey where he loses all of his innocence and temporarily loses faith in his religion.
Many events lead up to this tragic loss of Pi's. The first event was placed on the lifeboat with Pi and Richard Parker. In part one, Pi went from huddling in a corner and leaving the animals alone to killing the hyena and eating it hungrily. In part two, it is the cook that Pi kills, as the cook is symbolic of the hyena. Since the hyena is the cook, Pi ends up eating the cook. Pi becomes a cannibal, which further destroys his innocence.
Another example of Pi losing his innocence is where went from crying over killing the flying fish for food to the relishing in the killing of the dorado. His religions and vegetarianism were set aside in this, as his survival instincts took over. They were his first "kills" besides the cook, and while he may regret the kills, he cannot take them back.
The third event where Pi lost his innocence was when he killed his first turtle. He had made other kills before, mainly fish, but the killing of the turtle symbolized that Pi was symbolically killing one of his religions and god. In the Hindu beliefs, turtles are extremely sacred animals as their shell represents heaven and their underside represents earth. Therefore, a turtle is an animal whose "magic" unites heaven and earth. Another reason turtles are important to Hindus is that they believe turtles are the second incarnation of their god, Vishnu. It was evident in Part II that he lost his faith in the way that he did not mention religion nearly as much as in Parts I and III
There are a few other parts where Pi's innocence is torn, but the climactic moment that finalized it was the death of the blind man. When the blind man dies, Pi describes it as "killing a part of himself that will never come back to life." That part of him was his innocence. When he ate the flesh of himself, he brought himself down to cannibalism, an act that will surely destroy his innocence and greatly harm his beliefs. Not only is he eating meat, but meat of his own kind.
In summary, Pi begins his journey in Part I with his innocence and his many religious beliefs. He loses part of his religious beliefs In Part III, he walks away scarred, wiser, and much more knowledgeable about religion than he ever had been before. He does end up getting his religion back. However, he lost something on his long journey he will never get back. His innocence.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Life Of Pi- Quote
Author's Note: We had a homework assignment of... "Explain your interpretation of Martel's statements that 'the idea of a religious boy in a lifeboat with a wild animal struck me as a perfect metaphor for the human condition. Humans aspire to really high things, right, like religion, justice, democracy. At the same time, we're rooted in our human, animal condition. And so, all of those brought together in a lifeboat struck me as being... as a perfect metaphor.'"
What he means is that humans have animal-like personalities. We learn to figure out how to cooperate with others in religion, work or school. It is like an ecosystem, certain people on top, many people on bottom. We all have our differences but we also have the same attributes. Also, many animals have different attributes such as being carnivorous, lazy or a predator. Same in the human world. We might be very lazy, or be carnivorous, but we all are the one and the same, animals and humans.
Fun Fact: Did you know humans are classified as mammals? Another reason to prove we are *animals*.
What he means is that humans have animal-like personalities. We learn to figure out how to cooperate with others in religion, work or school. It is like an ecosystem, certain people on top, many people on bottom. We all have our differences but we also have the same attributes. Also, many animals have different attributes such as being carnivorous, lazy or a predator. Same in the human world. We might be very lazy, or be carnivorous, but we all are the one and the same, animals and humans.
Fun Fact: Did you know humans are classified as mammals? Another reason to prove we are *animals*.
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