And this goes to Tempest!
Or at least until I make a new name for him.
Name and age?
Name: Tempest
Age: 15
Nickname? Who gave it?
Nickname: Windy - Terra
What is most noticeable about your character’s appearance/physical presence? How does he or she feel about it?
Tempest is roughly 5'6, wearing a
Describe his or her voice, verbal ticks, pet phrases etc.
Describe a gesture your character makes.
Where does he or she now live? Describe the city, town or village, the house itself. Be very specific. It doesn’t have to be in Canada. Any feelings about this place?
Has s/he lived elsewhere? What does s/he remember of these places?
What part of her home is her favourite? Least favourite? Why. Describe, using specific details.
What does your character’s bedroom/sleeping place look like? (lots of detail please)
What does he or she wear to sleep in?
What does your character dream of at night?
Who are/were her parents? Rest of family? What does she feel for them?
Class, ethnic group, religious background?
Who does s/he love, or has s/he loved? Or what. Detail.
Who loves him or her?
Married/ in relationship/single? Give names and specifics.
How does your character feel about sex/intimacy? What sexual relationship(s) is he or she involved in?
Exactly what does your character do to make a living (or in the case of a child, what do his/ her parents do; or in the case of independent wealth, how does he or she pass the time?)? How much does s/he earn? Feelings about work? What is the best part of the job, the worst?
Who or what does/he fear?
What about his or her life would he or she change if s/he could?
Does the character have a hobby? Secret passion? (Can be something ordinary like soccer playing or yoga classes or mountain biking or sewing or fixing up old trucks - or an unusual interest like some Greek poet from the third century, or collecting spiders, or walking the tightrope…
What would be his or her favourite smell ( why)?
What kind of shoes does he or she wear, (e.g. furry slippers or gumboot or trainers… new or old, style, what colour, fitting properly or too tight or too loose, nice and clean or old and smelly)? Describe exactly.
Favourite meal? Attitude to food?
Favourite clothes?
What is the worst thing that could happen to him or her right now?
What vehicles does your character use/own? (for example: bike, skateboard, truck, yacht, stroller, canoe, spaceship, battered pickup, etc.. please be as exact as possible). What are his/her feelings towards it/them. What kind of journeys does he or she make?
What is his or her most treasured possession?
What illnesses has he or she suffered, if any?
What’s his/her philosophy of life? For example’ You’ve got to look after Number 1’ or ‘Never say die’ or ‘Don’t ask for reasons.” What are his or her most strongly held beliefs?
What does he or she feel guilty about?
Biggest mistake ever made?
Best thing he/she ever did?
What, right now, does your character want most of all? His or her deepest desire – a glass of water, to get out of her marriage, a new pair of shoes, peace and quiet…
Monday, October 26, 2009
Setting!
*picnics
*waves splashing against the edge of a clear pond
*a small breeze blowing
*children playing (baseball, flying kites, etc)
Okay...let's....GO!
A peaceful breeze passed coolly through the air. The trees trembled slightly, the adorable forest animals happily hopping around, a squirrel running up the side of a tree carrying a piece of bread in it's mouth. Children were a play in the bright green park, some playing a riveting game of baseball, others flying red, blue and yellow kites high in the air. The parents of these children sat on the chocolate colored bench, talking about their kids' future, what school they graduated from, and plans they had later for the day. The bench laid against a concrete fountain, water spilling out of the stone mouth of the frog that lay frozen in place....
*waves splashing against the edge of a clear pond
*a small breeze blowing
*children playing (baseball, flying kites, etc)
Okay...let's....GO!
A peaceful breeze passed coolly through the air. The trees trembled slightly, the adorable forest animals happily hopping around, a squirrel running up the side of a tree carrying a piece of bread in it's mouth. Children were a play in the bright green park, some playing a riveting game of baseball, others flying red, blue and yellow kites high in the air. The parents of these children sat on the chocolate colored bench, talking about their kids' future, what school they graduated from, and plans they had later for the day. The bench laid against a concrete fountain, water spilling out of the stone mouth of the frog that lay frozen in place....
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Character Test for Misty
Name and age?
-Misty Marles
-14 1/2 as of One
-15 as of BoH
-16 as of Two
-16 1/2 as of DoR
Nickname? Who gave it?
-Mistles (???)
-Miscellaneous (Kaugs)
-Meesty the Beasty (Herself)
-Mittles (Terra while eating Skittles)
What is most noticeable about your character’s appearance/physical presence? How does he or she feel about it?
-She's around 5 foot 4 inches, maybe even 5'5. Misty has curly brown hair, which rests against her shoulder blade. She's approximately 115 pounds, but still feels fat. She is interested in everything, with the exception of little kid stuff, like Classic Disney and Kids Bop. She is, to the surprise of most, a fan of the craziest, most unruly music out there. She plays it mega loud, and, while she thinks no one is looking, performs an air guitar along to the music, that she plays so loudly that no one can hear themselves think. She thinks she's pretty much normal, which people agree to, though they call her, much to her margin, "that emo girl".
Describe his or her voice, verbal ticks, pet phrases etc.
-She, for some strange reason, cannot say the word "fail" properly, always pronouncing it "flail", "foil", "frail", "fhil" and other weird combinations. This has led people to call her "The Queen of Fail".
Describe a gesture your character makes.
-She taps her fingers against everything, due to her lack of any kind of patience.
Where does he or she now live? Describe the city, town or village, the house itself. Be very specific. It doesn’t have to be in Canada. Any feelings about this place?
-She lives in the Village of the Sky, which, just as the name implies, is a village that flies invisibly in the sky. It's covered in forests, with a city smack dab in the middle of it all. The city is highly advanced, with flying cars and the like, streets below paved in bright red bricks. The buildings are rather average sized, while in the center of the city is a large forum, where there are teleporter pads that can transport the residents down to other lands.
Has s/he lived elsewhere? What does s/he remember of these places?
-She formerly lived in Scottsdale, though was nominated to be a resident of the VotS.
What part of her home is her favorite? Least favorite? Why. Describe, using specific details.
-The favorite part of her home is the beach near the Eastern Gate, which is where she normally went with her friends while they were relaxing. The beach has cool, but not icy cold waters, while the sand is perfectly warm. They mostly visited the beach often during the downtime, when the times were slow, however, after the events of Two, they had stopped coming there all together.
What does your character’s bedroom/sleeping place look like? (lots of detail please)
-Her bedroom is covered in blue, for her interest in the sea (Sea, Misty, get it?).
What does he or she wear to sleep in?
What does your character dream of at night?
Who are/were her parents? Rest of family? What does she feel for them?
Class, ethnic group, religious background?
Who does s/he love, or has s/he loved? Or what. Detail.
Who loves him or her?
Married/ in relationship/single? Give names and specifics.
How does your character feel about sex/intimacy? What sexual relationship(s) is he or she involved in?
Exactly what does your character do to make a living (or in the case of a child, what do his/ her parents do; or in the case of independent wealth, how does he or she pass the time?)? How much does s/he earn? Feelings about work? What is the best part of the job, the worst?
Who or what does/he fear?
What about his or her life would he or she change if s/he could?
Does the character have a hobby? Secret passion? (Can be something ordinary like soccer playing or yoga classes or mountain biking or sewing or fixing up old trucks - or an unusual interest like some Greek poet from the third century, or collecting spiders, or walking the tightrope…
What would be his or her favourite smell ( why)?
What kind of shoes does he or she wear, (e.g. furry slippers or gumboot or trainers… new or old, style, what colour, fitting properly or too tight or too loose, nice and clean or old and smelly)? Describe exactly.
Favourite meal? Attitude to food?
Favourite clothes?
What is the worst thing that could happen to him or her right now?
What vehicles does your character use/own? (for example: bike, skateboard, truck, yacht, stroller, canoe, spaceship, battered pickup, etc.. please be as exact as possible). What are his/her feelings towards it/them. What kind of journeys does he or she make?
What is his or her most treasured possession?
What illnesses has he or she suffered, if any?
What’s his/her philosophy of life? For example’ You’ve got to look after Number 1’ or ‘Never say die’ or ‘Don’t ask for reasons.” What are his or her most strongly held beliefs?
What does he or she feel guilty about?
Biggest mistake ever made?
Best thing he/she ever did?
What, right now, does your character want most of all? His or her deepest desire – a glass of water, to get out of her marriage, a new pair of shoes, peace and quiet…
-Misty Marles
-14 1/2 as of One
-15 as of BoH
-16 as of Two
-16 1/2 as of DoR
Nickname? Who gave it?
-Mistles (???)
-Miscellaneous (Kaugs)
-Meesty the Beasty (Herself)
-Mittles (Terra while eating Skittles)
What is most noticeable about your character’s appearance/physical presence? How does he or she feel about it?
-She's around 5 foot 4 inches, maybe even 5'5. Misty has curly brown hair, which rests against her shoulder blade. She's approximately 115 pounds, but still feels fat. She is interested in everything, with the exception of little kid stuff, like Classic Disney and Kids Bop. She is, to the surprise of most, a fan of the craziest, most unruly music out there. She plays it mega loud, and, while she thinks no one is looking, performs an air guitar along to the music, that she plays so loudly that no one can hear themselves think. She thinks she's pretty much normal, which people agree to, though they call her, much to her margin, "that emo girl".
Describe his or her voice, verbal ticks, pet phrases etc.
-She, for some strange reason, cannot say the word "fail" properly, always pronouncing it "flail", "foil", "frail", "fhil" and other weird combinations. This has led people to call her "The Queen of Fail".
Describe a gesture your character makes.
-She taps her fingers against everything, due to her lack of any kind of patience.
Where does he or she now live? Describe the city, town or village, the house itself. Be very specific. It doesn’t have to be in Canada. Any feelings about this place?
-She lives in the Village of the Sky, which, just as the name implies, is a village that flies invisibly in the sky. It's covered in forests, with a city smack dab in the middle of it all. The city is highly advanced, with flying cars and the like, streets below paved in bright red bricks. The buildings are rather average sized, while in the center of the city is a large forum, where there are teleporter pads that can transport the residents down to other lands.
Has s/he lived elsewhere? What does s/he remember of these places?
-She formerly lived in Scottsdale, though was nominated to be a resident of the VotS.
What part of her home is her favorite? Least favorite? Why. Describe, using specific details.
-The favorite part of her home is the beach near the Eastern Gate, which is where she normally went with her friends while they were relaxing. The beach has cool, but not icy cold waters, while the sand is perfectly warm. They mostly visited the beach often during the downtime, when the times were slow, however, after the events of Two, they had stopped coming there all together.
What does your character’s bedroom/sleeping place look like? (lots of detail please)
-Her bedroom is covered in blue, for her interest in the sea (Sea, Misty, get it?).
What does he or she wear to sleep in?
What does your character dream of at night?
Who are/were her parents? Rest of family? What does she feel for them?
Class, ethnic group, religious background?
Who does s/he love, or has s/he loved? Or what. Detail.
Who loves him or her?
Married/ in relationship/single? Give names and specifics.
How does your character feel about sex/intimacy? What sexual relationship(s) is he or she involved in?
Exactly what does your character do to make a living (or in the case of a child, what do his/ her parents do; or in the case of independent wealth, how does he or she pass the time?)? How much does s/he earn? Feelings about work? What is the best part of the job, the worst?
Who or what does/he fear?
What about his or her life would he or she change if s/he could?
Does the character have a hobby? Secret passion? (Can be something ordinary like soccer playing or yoga classes or mountain biking or sewing or fixing up old trucks - or an unusual interest like some Greek poet from the third century, or collecting spiders, or walking the tightrope…
What would be his or her favourite smell ( why)?
What kind of shoes does he or she wear, (e.g. furry slippers or gumboot or trainers… new or old, style, what colour, fitting properly or too tight or too loose, nice and clean or old and smelly)? Describe exactly.
Favourite meal? Attitude to food?
Favourite clothes?
What is the worst thing that could happen to him or her right now?
What vehicles does your character use/own? (for example: bike, skateboard, truck, yacht, stroller, canoe, spaceship, battered pickup, etc.. please be as exact as possible). What are his/her feelings towards it/them. What kind of journeys does he or she make?
What is his or her most treasured possession?
What illnesses has he or she suffered, if any?
What’s his/her philosophy of life? For example’ You’ve got to look after Number 1’ or ‘Never say die’ or ‘Don’t ask for reasons.” What are his or her most strongly held beliefs?
What does he or she feel guilty about?
Biggest mistake ever made?
Best thing he/she ever did?
What, right now, does your character want most of all? His or her deepest desire – a glass of water, to get out of her marriage, a new pair of shoes, peace and quiet…
Character Test! For Cheese!
Cause Cleo and Echo would not be suitable to write about at this moment. TERRA AND CHEESE
Name and age?
-Cheese
-Two
Nickname? Who gave it?
-CheeLee
-Given to by Adrianne upon discovering him in her belongings
What is most noticeable about your character’s appearance/physical presence? How does he or she feel about it?
-Cheese is a bright yellow, miniature stuffed animal-esque creature. He's light hearted, and has two bright black eyes that shimmer even in the dark. He is commonly referred to as "that Fluffball" by Nimbus, who is usually stuck babysitting him.
Describe his or her voice, verbal ticks, pet phrases etc.
-Cheese's voice is cute, soft "phoo" sound that just makes you go "Aww". His only spoken word, however, is "Phoo".
Describe a gesture your character makes.
-Cheesse moves by flying, and only lands once tired or is afraid. When not flying, he bounces to get around, or just stays within Adrianne's pocket.
Where does he or she now live? Describe the city, town or village, the house itself. Be very specific. It doesn’t have to be in Canada. Any feelings about this place?
-Cheese lives within the same room as Adrianne, sleeping in her red handkercheif that she fashioned into a bean bag for him.
Has s/he lived elsewhere? What does s/he remember of these places?
-He formally lived within Dusktown, though hid within Adrianne's bag after she saved him while on a mission
What part of her home is her favourite? Least favourite? Why. Describe, using specific details.
-Cheese's favorite home is within the pocket of Adrianne's vest, for, unbeknownst to her, has a chocolate bar which Cheese usually eats.
What does your character’s bedroom/sleeping place look like? (lots of detail please)
-It's a red handkerchief that was filled with beans and converted into a bean bag for him.
What does he or she wear to sleep in?
-His fur?
What does your character dream of at night?
-Chocolate, chocolate and chocolate
Who are/were her parents? Rest of family? What does she feel for them?
-Parents were Wave and Flood, who were forced to abandon him.
Class, ethnic group, religious background?
-Fluffle
Who does s/he love, or has s/he loved? Or what. Detail.
-Adrianne, as she took him in after his home was destroyed. She constantly seeks to make him happy, and always sticks up for him, even when he is in the wrong.
Who loves him or her?
-Adrianne sees him as her pet and partner, and he sees her as his partner...and the girl with the chocolate
Married/ in relationship/single? Give names and specifics.
-Single
How does your character feel about sex/intimacy? What sexual relationship(s) is he or she involved in?
-He has none.
Exactly what does your character do to make a living (or in the case of a child, what do his/ her parents do; or in the case of independent wealth, how does he or she pass the time?)? How much does s/he earn? Feelings about work? What is the best part of the job, the worst?
-Nothing
Who or what does/he fear?
-The leader, but mostly Nimbus, who openly shares her hatred of him with the world.
What about his or her life would he or she change if s/he could?
-Nothing. At. All.
Does the character have a hobby? Secret passion? (Can be something ordinary like soccer playing or yoga classes or mountain biking or sewing or fixing up old trucks - or an unusual interest like some Greek poet from the third century, or collecting spiders, or walking the tightrope…
-Secretly perfects his flying in order to reach the moon, which he believes is made of chocolate
What would be his or her favourite smell ( why)?
-Chocolate, because he lived within an empty chocolate wrapper for sometime
What kind of shoes does he or she wear, (e.g. furry slippers or gumboot or trainers… new or old, style, what colour, fitting properly or too tight or too loose, nice and clean or old and smelly)? Describe exactly.
-None
Favourite meal? Attitude to food?
-He loves all food, though cannot eat popcorn...
Favourite clothes?
-His fur
What is the worst thing that could happen to him or her right now?
-Getting fed popcorn
What vehicles does your character use/own? (for example: bike, skateboard, truck, yacht, stroller, canoe, spaceship, battered pickup, etc.. please be as exact as possible). What are his/her feelings towards it/them. What kind of journeys does he or she make?
-None
What is his or her most treasured possession?
-The chocolate bar that is in Adrianne's vest
What illnesses has he or she suffered, if any?
-None, though he has been compared to an illness (Nimbus)
What’s his/her philosophy of life? For example’ You’ve got to look after Number 1’ or ‘Never say die’ or ‘Don’t ask for reasons.” What are his or her most strongly held beliefs?
-"FUN"
What does he or she feel guilty about?
-Making Adrianne fail that one mission
Biggest mistake ever made?
-Caused Adrianne to fail a mission
Best thing he/she ever did?
-Learn to fly
What, right now, does your character want most of all? His or her deepest desire – a glass of water, to get out of her marriage, a new pair of shoes, peace and quiet…
-He wants to fly to the moon.
Name and age?
-Cheese
-Two
Nickname? Who gave it?
-CheeLee
-Given to by Adrianne upon discovering him in her belongings
What is most noticeable about your character’s appearance/physical presence? How does he or she feel about it?
-Cheese is a bright yellow, miniature stuffed animal-esque creature. He's light hearted, and has two bright black eyes that shimmer even in the dark. He is commonly referred to as "that Fluffball" by Nimbus, who is usually stuck babysitting him.
Describe his or her voice, verbal ticks, pet phrases etc.
-Cheese's voice is cute, soft "phoo" sound that just makes you go "Aww". His only spoken word, however, is "Phoo".
Describe a gesture your character makes.
-Cheesse moves by flying, and only lands once tired or is afraid. When not flying, he bounces to get around, or just stays within Adrianne's pocket.
Where does he or she now live? Describe the city, town or village, the house itself. Be very specific. It doesn’t have to be in Canada. Any feelings about this place?
-Cheese lives within the same room as Adrianne, sleeping in her red handkercheif that she fashioned into a bean bag for him.
Has s/he lived elsewhere? What does s/he remember of these places?
-He formally lived within Dusktown, though hid within Adrianne's bag after she saved him while on a mission
What part of her home is her favourite? Least favourite? Why. Describe, using specific details.
-Cheese's favorite home is within the pocket of Adrianne's vest, for, unbeknownst to her, has a chocolate bar which Cheese usually eats.
What does your character’s bedroom/sleeping place look like? (lots of detail please)
-It's a red handkerchief that was filled with beans and converted into a bean bag for him.
What does he or she wear to sleep in?
-His fur?
What does your character dream of at night?
-Chocolate, chocolate and chocolate
Who are/were her parents? Rest of family? What does she feel for them?
-Parents were Wave and Flood, who were forced to abandon him.
Class, ethnic group, religious background?
-Fluffle
Who does s/he love, or has s/he loved? Or what. Detail.
-Adrianne, as she took him in after his home was destroyed. She constantly seeks to make him happy, and always sticks up for him, even when he is in the wrong.
Who loves him or her?
-Adrianne sees him as her pet and partner, and he sees her as his partner...and the girl with the chocolate
Married/ in relationship/single? Give names and specifics.
-Single
How does your character feel about sex/intimacy? What sexual relationship(s) is he or she involved in?
-He has none.
Exactly what does your character do to make a living (or in the case of a child, what do his/ her parents do; or in the case of independent wealth, how does he or she pass the time?)? How much does s/he earn? Feelings about work? What is the best part of the job, the worst?
-Nothing
Who or what does/he fear?
-The leader, but mostly Nimbus, who openly shares her hatred of him with the world.
What about his or her life would he or she change if s/he could?
-Nothing. At. All.
Does the character have a hobby? Secret passion? (Can be something ordinary like soccer playing or yoga classes or mountain biking or sewing or fixing up old trucks - or an unusual interest like some Greek poet from the third century, or collecting spiders, or walking the tightrope…
-Secretly perfects his flying in order to reach the moon, which he believes is made of chocolate
What would be his or her favourite smell ( why)?
-Chocolate, because he lived within an empty chocolate wrapper for sometime
What kind of shoes does he or she wear, (e.g. furry slippers or gumboot or trainers… new or old, style, what colour, fitting properly or too tight or too loose, nice and clean or old and smelly)? Describe exactly.
-None
Favourite meal? Attitude to food?
-He loves all food, though cannot eat popcorn...
Favourite clothes?
-His fur
What is the worst thing that could happen to him or her right now?
-Getting fed popcorn
What vehicles does your character use/own? (for example: bike, skateboard, truck, yacht, stroller, canoe, spaceship, battered pickup, etc.. please be as exact as possible). What are his/her feelings towards it/them. What kind of journeys does he or she make?
-None
What is his or her most treasured possession?
-The chocolate bar that is in Adrianne's vest
What illnesses has he or she suffered, if any?
-None, though he has been compared to an illness (Nimbus)
What’s his/her philosophy of life? For example’ You’ve got to look after Number 1’ or ‘Never say die’ or ‘Don’t ask for reasons.” What are his or her most strongly held beliefs?
-"FUN"
What does he or she feel guilty about?
-Making Adrianne fail that one mission
Biggest mistake ever made?
-Caused Adrianne to fail a mission
Best thing he/she ever did?
-Learn to fly
What, right now, does your character want most of all? His or her deepest desire – a glass of water, to get out of her marriage, a new pair of shoes, peace and quiet…
-He wants to fly to the moon.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
MP2 Character Test (Cleo, Echo, Adrianne)
First Adrianne, the Cleo, then Echo.
Name and age?
-Name: Adrianne
-Age: 15
Nickname? Who gave it?
-Nickname - Adry
-Given to by Leo
What is most noticeable about your character’s appearance/physical presence? How does he or she feel about it?
-She wears an open white vest with a black shirt underneath. She also wears faded jeans and flat sneakers. She has curly blond hair that falls to her shoulder, which occasionally is tied back into a ponytail.
Describe his or her voice, verbal ticks, pet phrases etc.
-Her voice is somewhat high, though not particularly "shrieking". It sounds insecure and somewhat lonely, except when she's with her friends, during which her voice leaves behind the insecurity and takes on a more average tone. However, it also gets extremely emotional depending upon her feelings at the time.
-She always enunciates "sh" awkwardly
-Favorite word: "Why"
Describe a gesture your character makes.
-She constantly seeks to sit down, even if it is on a person/place or thing. She sparingly uses hand gestures, though she does pat her foot while talking.
Where does he or she now live? Describe the city, town or village, the house itself. Be very specific. It doesn’t have to be in Canada. Any feelings about this place?
-She lives in a castle somewhere in a land where the sun never rises. The moon always hangs solemnly over the castle, which itself looms over a clearing of water that shines in the light of the moon. The castle is incredibly large with multiple corridors leading to places where not even it's inhabitants know. On top of the castle is an altar where the Leader constantly goes to. Adrianne acknowledges this place as her "rightful home" and often journeys to the lake below to stare at the water.
Has s/he lived elsewhere? What does s/he remember of these places?
-She was created in the walls of some sort of building that she cannot particularly recall.
What part of her home is her favourite? Least favourite? Why. Describe, using specific details.
-Her favorite part of her "home" is the lake, which is surrounded by lush green trees and grainy, squishy sand. She normally traverses there with Leo. Her least favorite place of all is the Dominion of Repression, a place that constantly, regardless of whether she was well or not, gave her a painful migraine that always left into her blacking out.
What does your character’s bedroom/sleeping place look like? (lots of detail please)
-It's a medium sized room with silver walls and a twin sized bed. There are only silver linen, as well as a single large pillow that she sleeps on. On her dresser, which is again silver, there are pictures drawn by here of the boy in her dreams, which she hopes will unlock the secrets of her dreams.
What does he or she wear to sleep in?
-She sleeps in the same clothes she wears during the day, however, because they are reinforced by magic, they are extremely resistant, and will never go dirty.
What does your character dream of at night?
-She mostly dreams of this mysterious boy and his adventures, though the faces are entirely blacked out during this sequence.
Who are/were her parents? Rest of family? What does she feel for them?
-Adrianne has no parents, nor any family for that matter.
Class, ethnic group, religious background?
-None, ???, None
Who does s/he love, or has s/he loved? Or what. Detail.
-No, she and the "others" lack the capacity for love. However, Adrianne shows signs of possibly having the ability to have this emotion of love.
Who loves him or her?
-Leo, but in a brother/sister type relationship
Married/ in relationship/single? Give names and specifics.
-Single
How does your character feel about sex/intimacy? What sexual relationship(s) is he or she involved in?
-None
Exactly what does your character do to make a living (or in the case of a child, what do his/ her parents do; or in the case of independent wealth, how does he or she pass the time?)? How much does s/he earn? Feelings about work? What is the best part of the job, the worst?
Who or what does/he fear?
What about his or her life would he or she change if s/he could?
Does the character have a hobby? Secret passion? (Can be something ordinary like soccer playing or yoga classes or mountain biking or sewing or fixing up old trucks - or an unusual interest like some Greek poet from the third century, or collecting spiders, or walking the tightrope…
What would be his or her favourite smell ( why)?
What kind of shoes does he or she wear, (e.g. furry slippers or gumboot or trainers… new or old, style, what colour, fitting properly or too tight or too loose, nice and clean or old and smelly)? Describe exactly.
Favourite meal? Attitude to food?
Favourite clothes?
What is the worst thing that could happen to him or her right now?
What vehicles does your character use/own? (for example: bike, skateboard, truck, yacht, stroller, canoe, spaceship, battered pickup, etc.. please be as exact as possible). What are his/her feelings towards it/them. What kind of journeys does he or she make?
What is his or her most treasured possession?
What illnesses has he or she suffered, if any?
What’s his/her philosophy of life? For example’ You’ve got to look after Number 1’ or ‘Never say die’ or ‘Don’t ask for reasons.” What are his or her most strongly held beliefs?
What does he or she feel guilty about?
Biggest mistake ever made?
Best thing he/she ever did?
What, right now, does your character want most of all? His or her deepest desire – a glass of water, to get out of her marriage, a new pair of shoes, peace and quiet…
Name and age?
-Name: Adrianne
-Age: 15
Nickname? Who gave it?
-Nickname - Adry
-Given to by Leo
What is most noticeable about your character’s appearance/physical presence? How does he or she feel about it?
-She wears an open white vest with a black shirt underneath. She also wears faded jeans and flat sneakers. She has curly blond hair that falls to her shoulder, which occasionally is tied back into a ponytail.
Describe his or her voice, verbal ticks, pet phrases etc.
-Her voice is somewhat high, though not particularly "shrieking". It sounds insecure and somewhat lonely, except when she's with her friends, during which her voice leaves behind the insecurity and takes on a more average tone. However, it also gets extremely emotional depending upon her feelings at the time.
-She always enunciates "sh" awkwardly
-Favorite word: "Why"
Describe a gesture your character makes.
-She constantly seeks to sit down, even if it is on a person/place or thing. She sparingly uses hand gestures, though she does pat her foot while talking.
Where does he or she now live? Describe the city, town or village, the house itself. Be very specific. It doesn’t have to be in Canada. Any feelings about this place?
-She lives in a castle somewhere in a land where the sun never rises. The moon always hangs solemnly over the castle, which itself looms over a clearing of water that shines in the light of the moon. The castle is incredibly large with multiple corridors leading to places where not even it's inhabitants know. On top of the castle is an altar where the Leader constantly goes to. Adrianne acknowledges this place as her "rightful home" and often journeys to the lake below to stare at the water.
Has s/he lived elsewhere? What does s/he remember of these places?
-She was created in the walls of some sort of building that she cannot particularly recall.
What part of her home is her favourite? Least favourite? Why. Describe, using specific details.
-Her favorite part of her "home" is the lake, which is surrounded by lush green trees and grainy, squishy sand. She normally traverses there with Leo. Her least favorite place of all is the Dominion of Repression, a place that constantly, regardless of whether she was well or not, gave her a painful migraine that always left into her blacking out.
What does your character’s bedroom/sleeping place look like? (lots of detail please)
-It's a medium sized room with silver walls and a twin sized bed. There are only silver linen, as well as a single large pillow that she sleeps on. On her dresser, which is again silver, there are pictures drawn by here of the boy in her dreams, which she hopes will unlock the secrets of her dreams.
What does he or she wear to sleep in?
-She sleeps in the same clothes she wears during the day, however, because they are reinforced by magic, they are extremely resistant, and will never go dirty.
What does your character dream of at night?
-She mostly dreams of this mysterious boy and his adventures, though the faces are entirely blacked out during this sequence.
Who are/were her parents? Rest of family? What does she feel for them?
-Adrianne has no parents, nor any family for that matter.
Class, ethnic group, religious background?
-None, ???, None
Who does s/he love, or has s/he loved? Or what. Detail.
-No, she and the "others" lack the capacity for love. However, Adrianne shows signs of possibly having the ability to have this emotion of love.
Who loves him or her?
-Leo, but in a brother/sister type relationship
Married/ in relationship/single? Give names and specifics.
-Single
How does your character feel about sex/intimacy? What sexual relationship(s) is he or she involved in?
-None
Exactly what does your character do to make a living (or in the case of a child, what do his/ her parents do; or in the case of independent wealth, how does he or she pass the time?)? How much does s/he earn? Feelings about work? What is the best part of the job, the worst?
Who or what does/he fear?
What about his or her life would he or she change if s/he could?
Does the character have a hobby? Secret passion? (Can be something ordinary like soccer playing or yoga classes or mountain biking or sewing or fixing up old trucks - or an unusual interest like some Greek poet from the third century, or collecting spiders, or walking the tightrope…
What would be his or her favourite smell ( why)?
What kind of shoes does he or she wear, (e.g. furry slippers or gumboot or trainers… new or old, style, what colour, fitting properly or too tight or too loose, nice and clean or old and smelly)? Describe exactly.
Favourite meal? Attitude to food?
Favourite clothes?
What is the worst thing that could happen to him or her right now?
What vehicles does your character use/own? (for example: bike, skateboard, truck, yacht, stroller, canoe, spaceship, battered pickup, etc.. please be as exact as possible). What are his/her feelings towards it/them. What kind of journeys does he or she make?
What is his or her most treasured possession?
What illnesses has he or she suffered, if any?
What’s his/her philosophy of life? For example’ You’ve got to look after Number 1’ or ‘Never say die’ or ‘Don’t ask for reasons.” What are his or her most strongly held beliefs?
What does he or she feel guilty about?
Biggest mistake ever made?
Best thing he/she ever did?
What, right now, does your character want most of all? His or her deepest desire – a glass of water, to get out of her marriage, a new pair of shoes, peace and quiet…
Marking Period Two - Brainstorm
So much for "succeeding" last Marking Period. Oh well. There's always the next five!
*will still be killed*
Funny Serious B| Other
1. Apple Cinnamon 1. Cleo
2. Bawy Creene 2. Adrianne
3. Wulfz 3. Leo
4. Ooperloo 4. Plums :'D
5. Ben Ben Toast 5. Phyrlia
6. Upandin 6. Echo
7. Name 7. Terra
8. Seafloo 8. Snuffles
9. Ponytailicus 9. Nimbus
10. TMM 10. Poe, the Powdered Chicken
11. Kaugs 11.
12. Rainbow Flamebo Hoe
13. Cheese
*will still be killed*
Funny Serious B| Other
1. Apple Cinnamon 1. Cleo
2. Bawy Creene 2. Adrianne
3. Wulfz 3. Leo
4. Ooperloo 4. Plums :'D
5. Ben Ben Toast 5. Phyrlia
6. Upandin 6. Echo
7. Name 7. Terra
8. Seafloo 8. Snuffles
9. Ponytailicus 9. Nimbus
10. TMM 10. Poe, the Powdered Chicken
11. Kaugs 11.
12. Rainbow Flamebo Hoe
13. Cheese
Monday, October 5, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
A Forced Story
*is being forced to write this*
Why am I the one they always choose? Everyone else is perfectly...well average when it comes to this. And how does that make them feel when I always get chosen? Horrible, that's how. Sometimes, I wish I was worse when it came to this, he thought with a groan that shook his insides against the walls of his stomach.
He looked at the hopeful faces across the small classroom, filled with the hopeful faces that stared glowering at him. He smiled slightly (twitching in his mind), clutching (holding on for dear life) the keyboard of his computer, surfing through the billions of email in his inbox. I really need to start checking this more, he thought, deleting a whole page of emails of "Pick me! PLEASE". He rubbed his temples in frustration. Why can't they leave me the hell alone? They have each other, so they should be able to do it without my assistance. People sometimes, he thought, deleting another page of the million emails he had recieved since the school year started. And it was only the second week of school. As he deleted the last of the emails, a chirp roared from his screen. He groaned inside his head. The rest of the class just sent him twenty-seven new messages, all of them holding the same old message. He clicked the most recent one, sent by the estranged geek of the class, Todd Morris. He read it;
'H3¥ÐµÐ3(4n1b3¥0µ4r7n3r?'
Oh. My. God. He uses 1337, he thought, his brain throbbing at the lack of any sort of punctuation and grammar in the sentence. He didn't even bother to read the rest (which was also in 1337) and replied;
"Aren't you supposed to be posting on 4chan or something, n00b?"
He sent the message and heard a sound ridden with disappointment. Maybe next time Todd. He read the rest of the messages, all asking the same damn thing "Pick me". Furious, he moved the mouse over the address bar, clicked once and typed in the name of the site that kick started it all - that site, KHV.
The site was still loading. He put rested his palm against his forehead, fingers rubbing against his throbbing temple. Again with the server problems. You would think the administrators would have fixed that by now. It took another five minutes, but the site had finally loaded, revealing that same old blue and white layout that burns your eyes.
Why am I the one they always choose? Everyone else is perfectly...well average when it comes to this. And how does that make them feel when I always get chosen? Horrible, that's how. Sometimes, I wish I was worse when it came to this, he thought with a groan that shook his insides against the walls of his stomach.
He looked at the hopeful faces across the small classroom, filled with the hopeful faces that stared glowering at him. He smiled slightly (twitching in his mind), clutching (holding on for dear life) the keyboard of his computer, surfing through the billions of email in his inbox. I really need to start checking this more, he thought, deleting a whole page of emails of "Pick me! PLEASE". He rubbed his temples in frustration. Why can't they leave me the hell alone? They have each other, so they should be able to do it without my assistance. People sometimes, he thought, deleting another page of the million emails he had recieved since the school year started. And it was only the second week of school. As he deleted the last of the emails, a chirp roared from his screen. He groaned inside his head. The rest of the class just sent him twenty-seven new messages, all of them holding the same old message. He clicked the most recent one, sent by the estranged geek of the class, Todd Morris. He read it;
'H3¥ÐµÐ3(4n1b3¥0µ4r7n3r?'
Oh. My. God. He uses 1337, he thought, his brain throbbing at the lack of any sort of punctuation and grammar in the sentence. He didn't even bother to read the rest (which was also in 1337) and replied;
"Aren't you supposed to be posting on 4chan or something, n00b?"
He sent the message and heard a sound ridden with disappointment. Maybe next time Todd. He read the rest of the messages, all asking the same damn thing "Pick me". Furious, he moved the mouse over the address bar, clicked once and typed in the name of the site that kick started it all - that site, KHV.
The site was still loading. He put rested his palm against his forehead, fingers rubbing against his throbbing temple. Again with the server problems. You would think the administrators would have fixed that by now. It took another five minutes, but the site had finally loaded, revealing that same old blue and white layout that burns your eyes.
Power Leading
NOTE: The following post will contain introductions to possible stories that may or may not be completely atrocious. You have been warned.
Leading with a Thought:
Why am I the one they always choose? Everyone else is perfectly...well average when it comes to this. And how does that make them feel when I always get chosen? Horrible, that's how. Sometimes, I wish I was worse when it came to this, he thought with a groan that shook his insides against the walls of his stomach.
Leading with Action:
Metal exploded in the background. Missiles crashed in every sort of direction, screeching like claws against a chalkboard. They were there, running, chasing, surviving in the madness of it all.
Leading with Prediction:
Will finish sooooooon ~
Leading with a Thought:
Why am I the one they always choose? Everyone else is perfectly...well average when it comes to this. And how does that make them feel when I always get chosen? Horrible, that's how. Sometimes, I wish I was worse when it came to this, he thought with a groan that shook his insides against the walls of his stomach.
Leading with Action:
Metal exploded in the background. Missiles crashed in every sort of direction, screeching like claws against a chalkboard. They were there, running, chasing, surviving in the madness of it all.
Leading with Prediction:
Will finish sooooooon ~
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Day 001 - Beginnings
So, in honor of Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days' release, I've decided that, like Roxas, I would keep a diary of the next days, 358 to be precise, of my life. Through this diary the innermost thoughts of mine will be elaborated upon, as well as discussions about the world, society, etc. Now it's time to begin!
Today proved to be quite the out of the ordinary day. I was at first nervous in the morning, due to the fact I had only rushed Erin's slides into Bolan, her and my PowerPoint for Mr.Tillotson today. It was quite the stressful deal running down to the library to check out the slide show. It was satisfactory, renewing my confidence and allowing me and Bolan (Erin was "sick") to present. And yes, I actually made jokes (Those are my horsies) and somehow we managed getting a really decent grade (Procrastinators ftw!).
However, after this presentation, my thoughts traversed back into the Sanctuary of my mind. Usually, I debate with other objecting forces in my head (Conscious, Religious, Anti-Social, Immature, etc.) who all seem to have varying opinions on the situations I face in life. Sometimes, I begin to wonder if I've cracked a long time ago, or maybe that I just distance myself from society so much that all I have left to show of my humanity is a bunch of radical thoughts that constantly conflict with each other. I probably have gone mad, just not mad enough to require to be sent to an asylum. But I have noticed that one "voice" always appeals to what I have in mind the most; the one who serves as my personal guideline for how to live. I acknowledge that persona as "Truth", who is the actual backbone of my personality. I try to follow these methods, but for some reason or another, I just can't seem to be able to. Meh, it's probably stress induced.
Speaking of stress, what's really got me screaming in my head is the two of them; Danielle and the Mysterious Girl from the Bus. I honestly like them both, which is completely new to me as I've never liked two girls at the same time, at least, I was over one by the time the next appeared, and I highly doubt I'm over Danielle. Anyway, my comments on both:
Danielle:
Has been friends with me since the 8th Grade. She's got soft brown eyes, and this giant ass hair puff which, when taken apart, reveals her amazing hair. We were enemies during those times, eventually growing to hate each other by the start of ninth grade. However, through the revival of myself, I apologized, the hatred turning into mutual friendship. Eventually, by March I believe, I had developed a crush on Danielle, which had blossomed greatly over the summer, but not to the point of where I consider it to be love. Anyhow, Danielle is unlike any other girl I've met, as she doesn't believe in that preppy crap that's been plaguing society lately. She also isn't a stoner/emo/gothic person, which makes her completely unique. She also doesn't wear makeup, which I think natural looks > makeup and that facial crap that those "fashion" people are so into. Danielle is mostly interested in being herself, and doesn't care about what people have to say or think about it. Though, I do dislike her taste in screamo-rock music and mayonaise, but that's perfectly tolerable. We talk a lot during the school day, more increasingly in this year than others. The last time we've ever talked about our "relationship" was in May, and the matter hasn't been touched since. While I would like to talk to her, I don't want to burden her with my issues and stuff. Even if I may be suffering on the inside, her smile replaces the pain with joy.
The Mysterious Girl:
I know absolutely nothing about her. I don't know what grade she's in, her age, if she's an exchange student or not. I don't even know her name. All I know is that she listens to music a lot, and has a locker in the Creative Writing hallway (I saw her at her locker earlier today). I have no idea how I've come to be infatuated with her, but all I know is that I am, and am extremely curious on getting to know more about her. I'm sure she doesn't feel at all the same way, we're complete strangers to each other, but there's this one instance in which she literally ran over to the seat next to mine, even the there were only FOUR people on the entire bus ride. She has fierce blue eyes, and dark brown hair. We've held eye contact about five times, all of which I had to turn my head away from her amazing looks. She also constantly listens to her iPod on the bus, even if there's something hilarious going on.
Overall, I'm caught between these two, and have no idea on who I should turn my attention towards; the girl I've known for years, or the girl I don't know at all. It'll all become clear eventually...
Today proved to be quite the out of the ordinary day. I was at first nervous in the morning, due to the fact I had only rushed Erin's slides into Bolan, her and my PowerPoint for Mr.Tillotson today. It was quite the stressful deal running down to the library to check out the slide show. It was satisfactory, renewing my confidence and allowing me and Bolan (Erin was "sick") to present. And yes, I actually made jokes (Those are my horsies) and somehow we managed getting a really decent grade (Procrastinators ftw!).
However, after this presentation, my thoughts traversed back into the Sanctuary of my mind. Usually, I debate with other objecting forces in my head (Conscious, Religious, Anti-Social, Immature, etc.) who all seem to have varying opinions on the situations I face in life. Sometimes, I begin to wonder if I've cracked a long time ago, or maybe that I just distance myself from society so much that all I have left to show of my humanity is a bunch of radical thoughts that constantly conflict with each other. I probably have gone mad, just not mad enough to require to be sent to an asylum. But I have noticed that one "voice" always appeals to what I have in mind the most; the one who serves as my personal guideline for how to live. I acknowledge that persona as "Truth", who is the actual backbone of my personality. I try to follow these methods, but for some reason or another, I just can't seem to be able to. Meh, it's probably stress induced.
Speaking of stress, what's really got me screaming in my head is the two of them; Danielle and the Mysterious Girl from the Bus. I honestly like them both, which is completely new to me as I've never liked two girls at the same time, at least, I was over one by the time the next appeared, and I highly doubt I'm over Danielle. Anyway, my comments on both:
Danielle:
Has been friends with me since the 8th Grade. She's got soft brown eyes, and this giant ass hair puff which, when taken apart, reveals her amazing hair. We were enemies during those times, eventually growing to hate each other by the start of ninth grade. However, through the revival of myself, I apologized, the hatred turning into mutual friendship. Eventually, by March I believe, I had developed a crush on Danielle, which had blossomed greatly over the summer, but not to the point of where I consider it to be love. Anyhow, Danielle is unlike any other girl I've met, as she doesn't believe in that preppy crap that's been plaguing society lately. She also isn't a stoner/emo/gothic person, which makes her completely unique. She also doesn't wear makeup, which I think natural looks > makeup and that facial crap that those "fashion" people are so into. Danielle is mostly interested in being herself, and doesn't care about what people have to say or think about it. Though, I do dislike her taste in screamo-rock music and mayonaise, but that's perfectly tolerable. We talk a lot during the school day, more increasingly in this year than others. The last time we've ever talked about our "relationship" was in May, and the matter hasn't been touched since. While I would like to talk to her, I don't want to burden her with my issues and stuff. Even if I may be suffering on the inside, her smile replaces the pain with joy.
The Mysterious Girl:
I know absolutely nothing about her. I don't know what grade she's in, her age, if she's an exchange student or not. I don't even know her name. All I know is that she listens to music a lot, and has a locker in the Creative Writing hallway (I saw her at her locker earlier today). I have no idea how I've come to be infatuated with her, but all I know is that I am, and am extremely curious on getting to know more about her. I'm sure she doesn't feel at all the same way, we're complete strangers to each other, but there's this one instance in which she literally ran over to the seat next to mine, even the there were only FOUR people on the entire bus ride. She has fierce blue eyes, and dark brown hair. We've held eye contact about five times, all of which I had to turn my head away from her amazing looks. She also constantly listens to her iPod on the bus, even if there's something hilarious going on.
Overall, I'm caught between these two, and have no idea on who I should turn my attention towards; the girl I've known for years, or the girl I don't know at all. It'll all become clear eventually...
Photographical Writing
Okay, for today we are being required to write a piece about a photograph. As you can clearly see, this is my photo. Here goes something...
DISCLAIMER: This photograph belongs to and is copyrighted by Stanley Grrenburgh. This is just a story using said photograph as a setting for it.
Station of Memories
The year was 2003 in a summer's midday. As usual, the city was bursting with action, people piling into the crowded sidewalks to get where they needed to go. That's the Big Apple for ya. No one has "time" to just slow down and chill once in a while. It's like they've got only a matter of minutes to live. Please. This whole city represents the way society is today, everyone's too busy to really care about folks anymore. It's all about material items, money
358 Days - A Journey of Memories
Wit the release of Days and all, I thought: why not make my own diary over the next 358 Days?
And so it's here. It shall be updated for the next 358 days, and will end September 22nd 2010. Enjoyz!
And so it's here. It shall be updated for the next 358 days, and will end September 22nd 2010. Enjoyz!
Days Released!
"Follow Roxas through his days in Organization XIII as he searches for purpose in the life he was never meant to have. Will he find it in the Keyblade he wields? Or is the real key the fourteenth member of the Organization who slowly changes his life? Dive into the heart of the most sought-after secrets in the KINGDOM HEARTS storyline."
New action,
a new character
and another side of the plot.
Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days (Kingdom Hearts Three Hundred Fifty-Eight Days Over Two)
*I like how they mentioned Dive into the Heart, which is not even present in this game.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Types of Short Stories
• The Traditional Story
o The goal of the traditional story is to tell a simple story.
o Usually unsophisticated or simple, the author usually draws experience from his/her own life or similar experience.
o Traditional stories may use any genre (sci-fi, fantasy, western, romance, realism, action-adventure, horror, suspense, etc.) but, again, the focus of the story is on telling a simple story, usually to entertain.
o Usually the story is written in a realistic style.
• The subjective story
o The author has found his/her voice.
o The author discovers that his own personality can play a large part in a story.
o Usually these stories use first person POV and gets into the mind of its protagonist.
o The focus then of the subjective story is development of character.
o The story can be written in a realistic style, but may also begin to move toward a more complex subjective narration.
• The objective story
o The author is able to suppress his/her own feeling and view of things for the sake of a more objective presentation of his/her story and characters.
o The author’s personality or life is not found consciously in the story.
• Experimental and symbolic story
o These stories fool around with the structure of fiction.
o They are often experimental or symbolic, pushing the boundaries of what “fiction” is.
o These stories are often less obvious, more subtle in their meaning, characters, plot, etc.
o These forms play around with fiction convention, they often break the “4th wall”, may use multiple subjective narration, tell a story backwards, break fiction convention rules, etc.
• Complex story
o The author utilizes techniques from the first four groups here: (traditional, subjective, objective, experimental), combining the best techniques from all these forms.
• Universal story
o The skilled author hits upon certain human truths.
o The universal story form is similar to the complex story, except that it transcends the form to become “classic” short fiction.
o The universal story is often found in novel; many authors at this stage find novels more to their liking.
o The goal of the traditional story is to tell a simple story.
o Usually unsophisticated or simple, the author usually draws experience from his/her own life or similar experience.
o Traditional stories may use any genre (sci-fi, fantasy, western, romance, realism, action-adventure, horror, suspense, etc.) but, again, the focus of the story is on telling a simple story, usually to entertain.
o Usually the story is written in a realistic style.
• The subjective story
o The author has found his/her voice.
o The author discovers that his own personality can play a large part in a story.
o Usually these stories use first person POV and gets into the mind of its protagonist.
o The focus then of the subjective story is development of character.
o The story can be written in a realistic style, but may also begin to move toward a more complex subjective narration.
• The objective story
o The author is able to suppress his/her own feeling and view of things for the sake of a more objective presentation of his/her story and characters.
o The author’s personality or life is not found consciously in the story.
• Experimental and symbolic story
o These stories fool around with the structure of fiction.
o They are often experimental or symbolic, pushing the boundaries of what “fiction” is.
o These stories are often less obvious, more subtle in their meaning, characters, plot, etc.
o These forms play around with fiction convention, they often break the “4th wall”, may use multiple subjective narration, tell a story backwards, break fiction convention rules, etc.
• Complex story
o The author utilizes techniques from the first four groups here: (traditional, subjective, objective, experimental), combining the best techniques from all these forms.
• Universal story
o The skilled author hits upon certain human truths.
o The universal story form is similar to the complex story, except that it transcends the form to become “classic” short fiction.
o The universal story is often found in novel; many authors at this stage find novels more to their liking.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The Twisted Reason the Sky is Blue
God created vikings, who dreamt about reaching the white centrifugal orb in the sky, which is not actually a "moon" as we foolishly call it, but rather an Apple Pie. However, they were unable to do as such, their wives not staying in the kitchen like they were supposed to. And so they waieted for years, until Sho Minamimoto went through with his phrase "I'll drop the freaking moon", allowing the vikings to finally reach their goal. They then proceeded to jump over the Giant Pie, their awesomely blue paint spilling over the moon, causing the paint to shoot up into the sky.
And that is why the sky is blue.
And that is why the sky is blue.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Working with Beginnings - Draft One
Four in the morning. The streetlights flickered on and off. The clouds had already started breaking, rays of scarlet shining down on the dew covered grass. A breeze flew through the empty streets. I shivered, pulling the collar of my light blue jacket up to my frozen neck. I should’ve brought the winter coat, I thought bitterly, turning onto Avery Drive. The houses, different shades of blues, reds, and even a rainbow colored one (I don’t even want to know why), passed slowly in my walk to home. I maneuvered through the bright green grass, moving back and forth because of the breeze, and stepped up to porch. I put my ear against the brown hard wood door. Not a sound could be heard on the other side of the door. Excellent, I thought with a smirk as I searched for the keys in my pocket. Nothing but air. I grunted, pulling up the rug to get the secondary key. There was only pavement. My annoyance quickly turned into frenzied rage, cursing loudly (but not too loudly) at the house.
I took a deep breath, imagining a calm scene of a waterfall erupting over jagged rocks in some tropical forest far away from any civilization. The mist from the waterfall fell over my rage, allowing the cunning part of my conscious to create a new plan. The “idea bulb” went off, causing me to look at the vines hanging against the house’s wall, leading all the way up to my open bedroom window. My hand, albeit shaking, grabbed onto the vine. I pulled the other one up. My feet followed. I kept up this pattern, making sure to catch my breath before climbing again. My hand hit a smooth surface, my victory imminent. I dragged myself through the window, landing upon the warm blanket that lay atop my bed. I closed my eyes, celebrating my victory, until a bright light of sorts shocked me awake. It was there that I saw my mother, red-faced, with eyes screaming in fury. Apparently, even the best-laid plans go awry.
I took a deep breath, imagining a calm scene of a waterfall erupting over jagged rocks in some tropical forest far away from any civilization. The mist from the waterfall fell over my rage, allowing the cunning part of my conscious to create a new plan. The “idea bulb” went off, causing me to look at the vines hanging against the house’s wall, leading all the way up to my open bedroom window. My hand, albeit shaking, grabbed onto the vine. I pulled the other one up. My feet followed. I kept up this pattern, making sure to catch my breath before climbing again. My hand hit a smooth surface, my victory imminent. I dragged myself through the window, landing upon the warm blanket that lay atop my bed. I closed my eyes, celebrating my victory, until a bright light of sorts shocked me awake. It was there that I saw my mother, red-faced, with eyes screaming in fury. Apparently, even the best-laid plans go awry.
First Sentence Wonders!
Taken from: http://www.all-story.com/issues.cgi?show=back
1. I grew up in so many neighborhoods and went to so many schools that each place created a kind of temporal slice of life for me, like the striations in rock formations.
2. Agnes O’Leary feels a peculiar thrill riding the subway, now that the question is not if the Germans will bomb New York but when.
3. Sixteen hours after my arrival, a car pulls into the parking lot—someone enters the building, a light goes on.
4. Whenever I hear the commentators on the National Public Radio series This I Believe professing their admirable commitments to honor, family ties, work or poetry or the kindness of strangers, I always think, This is all very nice and inspiring, but have these people heard of hushpuppies?
5. It was a hot, dry, glaring July day that made Lowell Swift feel as though every germ and sin in him were being baked out forever.
6. Four in the morning.
7. He was pygmy-height, and she came up to his waist.
8. A few days after Stephanie called and told me Bob had shot himself in the foot, then in the gut, Sammy Sosa got caught corking his bat.
9. We used to put Percy in our dresses, and when he started to crawl Nell tied her jump rope around his neck like a leash.
10. Welcome.
11. There are four of them.
12. She's going to have a baby.
13. In fifth period, we learn about Agent Orange.
14. I was surprised to hear my name mentioned on the evening news one day.
15. Just west of Boston, just north of the turnpike, the ghost of Missy Goodby sleeps curled up against the cyclone fence at the dead end of Winter Terrace, dressed in a pair of ectoplasmic dungarees.
16. In October, the men and women of Sorrento harvest the primofiore, or "first fruit," the most succulent lem-ons; in March, the yellow bianchetti ripen, followed in June by the green verdelli. In every season you can find me sitting at my bench, watching them fall.
1. I grew up in so many neighborhoods and went to so many schools that each place created a kind of temporal slice of life for me, like the striations in rock formations.
2. Agnes O’Leary feels a peculiar thrill riding the subway, now that the question is not if the Germans will bomb New York but when.
3. Sixteen hours after my arrival, a car pulls into the parking lot—someone enters the building, a light goes on.
4. Whenever I hear the commentators on the National Public Radio series This I Believe professing their admirable commitments to honor, family ties, work or poetry or the kindness of strangers, I always think, This is all very nice and inspiring, but have these people heard of hushpuppies?
5. It was a hot, dry, glaring July day that made Lowell Swift feel as though every germ and sin in him were being baked out forever.
6. Four in the morning.
7. He was pygmy-height, and she came up to his waist.
8. A few days after Stephanie called and told me Bob had shot himself in the foot, then in the gut, Sammy Sosa got caught corking his bat.
9. We used to put Percy in our dresses, and when he started to crawl Nell tied her jump rope around his neck like a leash.
10. Welcome.
11. There are four of them.
12. She's going to have a baby.
13. In fifth period, we learn about Agent Orange.
14. I was surprised to hear my name mentioned on the evening news one day.
15. Just west of Boston, just north of the turnpike, the ghost of Missy Goodby sleeps curled up against the cyclone fence at the dead end of Winter Terrace, dressed in a pair of ectoplasmic dungarees.
16. In October, the men and women of Sorrento harvest the primofiore, or "first fruit," the most succulent lem-ons; in March, the yellow bianchetti ripen, followed in June by the green verdelli. In every season you can find me sitting at my bench, watching them fall.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Questions and Hopeful Answers!
NOTE: Brilliant Silence is two posts below this one
1. In a sentence or two summarize the plot of the story.
2. Examine the first sentence for each story. How does the first sentence attempt to draw you into the rest of the story. For example, look for how the reader is "surprising" us.
3. How does the ending support or enhance the rest of the story?
4. Explain how the title highlights or showcases an important theme, character, setting, or plot element of the story.
5. What was your opinion of the story? Did you enjoy or not enjoy the story? Describe what you did like or not like. Try to support your opinion using appropriate literary device vocabulary (for example, if you liked the metaphor or parallel structure or climax in the story...mention that).
1. In a sentence or two summarize the plot of the story.
2. Examine the first sentence for each story. How does the first sentence attempt to draw you into the rest of the story. For example, look for how the reader is "surprising" us.
3. How does the ending support or enhance the rest of the story?
4. Explain how the title highlights or showcases an important theme, character, setting, or plot element of the story.
5. What was your opinion of the story? Did you enjoy or not enjoy the story? Describe what you did like or not like. Try to support your opinion using appropriate literary device vocabulary (for example, if you liked the metaphor or parallel structure or climax in the story...mention that).
Your Starter Pistol
I had no idea an introduction could kill people. :/
I'll have to test this out later...
Anyway, story, go.
The lights flickered on and off. The train zoomed quietly across the tracks, with the occasional rumble from the engine. The people stood empty faced gazing at their respective objects; toys, newspapers, video games, anything that could possibly take the misery out of this train ride. The doors picketed slightly as the train entered a cave...
I'll have to test this out later...
Anyway, story, go.
The lights flickered on and off. The train zoomed quietly across the tracks, with the occasional rumble from the engine. The people stood empty faced gazing at their respective objects; toys, newspapers, video games, anything that could possibly take the misery out of this train ride. The doors picketed slightly as the train entered a cave...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Brilliant Silence
Why was this deleted? :'(
Anyhow, here I go....again
"Brilliant Silence" by Spencer Holst
1. This story focused on bears whom, after an accident at their circus, travel deep into the woods of South America.
2. The first sentence attempts to capture our attention by describing the bears and their part within the circus.
3. The ending symbolizes how things, once learned, are never forgotten.
4. The title enhances the end of the story, in which the bears dance in the silence of the forest. This shows that even without the crowds or the lights, the bears are still able to do what they love.
5. I did not enjoy the story very well, mainly due to the exposition of the story. The author did a poor job transitioning between events and did not really explain the main theme of this story to an effect in which the reader could understand it.
Anyhow, here I go....again
"Brilliant Silence" by Spencer Holst
1. This story focused on bears whom, after an accident at their circus, travel deep into the woods of South America.
2. The first sentence attempts to capture our attention by describing the bears and their part within the circus.
3. The ending symbolizes how things, once learned, are never forgotten.
4. The title enhances the end of the story, in which the bears dance in the silence of the forest. This shows that even without the crowds or the lights, the bears are still able to do what they love.
5. I did not enjoy the story very well, mainly due to the exposition of the story. The author did a poor job transitioning between events and did not really explain the main theme of this story to an effect in which the reader could understand it.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Yo, Internet Peoplez
Okay, since I'm to lazy to write my homework for "Craft of Writing" out, I'm gonna type it here.
"Brilliant Silence" by Spencer Holst
"Pumpkins" by Francine Prose
"The Stones" by Richard Shelton
"The One Sitting There" by Joanna Wos
"Crossing Spider Creek" by Dan O'Brien
"The Lampshade Vendor" by Allen Woodman
"Roseville" by William Heyen
"Pendergast's Daughter" by Lex Williford
"Ponderosa" by Kent Thompson
"Gold Coast" by Stuart Dybek
"Brilliant Silence" by Spencer Holst
"Pumpkins" by Francine Prose
"The Stones" by Richard Shelton
"The One Sitting There" by Joanna Wos
"Crossing Spider Creek" by Dan O'Brien
"The Lampshade Vendor" by Allen Woodman
"Roseville" by William Heyen
"Pendergast's Daughter" by Lex Williford
"Ponderosa" by Kent Thompson
"Gold Coast" by Stuart Dybek
Friday, September 11, 2009
New Title
It's about time xD
Anyway, story. Must complete by Tuesday, even if it kills me.
So, farewell till then!
Anyway, story. Must complete by Tuesday, even if it kills me.
So, farewell till then!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Days
And no, this does not concern KH: Days (unfortunately)
For this wee bitty exercise, I must come up with new names for the seven days of the week.
And here it goes:
3
2
1
START!
Sunday would be Boreday
Monday would be "Fun"day
Tuesday would be Foosday
Wednesday would become Runsday Punsday
Thursday would become the Day of Thursilites
Friday would be Hiday
And Saturday would become Awesomeday
For this wee bitty exercise, I must come up with new names for the seven days of the week.
And here it goes:
3
2
1
START!
Sunday would be Boreday
Monday would be "Fun"day
Tuesday would be Foosday
Wednesday would become Runsday Punsday
Thursday would become the Day of Thursilites
Friday would be Hiday
And Saturday would become Awesomeday
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Another Day, Another Post
Again, I'm back here in Creative Writing. Today it's Journalism, and I have virtually no idea of a topic to interview people about. I'll probably-
*half an hour later*
YES
I can write my opinions
Yay!
But first I need to get a job as an Editorial Writer...
*half an hour later*
YES
I can write my opinions
Yay!
But first I need to get a job as an Editorial Writer...
Friday, September 4, 2009
Posting Again
Yeah, I'm kinda bored. Class is almost over. I realize that it's quite sad that I'm telling my misadventures to internet people (who hopefully aren't a bunch of pedos...)
Chemistry next. I think I may fall asleep. We're probably not going to do anything at all. It's a good thing there's an extended weekend :)
Chemistry next. I think I may fall asleep. We're probably not going to do anything at all. It's a good thing there's an extended weekend :)
So I Made a Descision
I'm canceling the Empire Souls stories. Even though I only posted two, it was far too close to Kingdom Hearts. Sorry guys :(
HOWEVER
In it's place I'll post the chapters of my newest one!
Be sure to check regularly for the newest chapter.
HOWEVER
In it's place I'll post the chapters of my newest one!
Be sure to check regularly for the newest chapter.
Hate Letter
So, today we have to write a hate letter to our "enemy". And by enemy, I mean the things that keep me from writing like I should be. So here's my letter of hatred and what not.
Dear all of you,
I hate you with a flaming passion. It's because of you pathetic excuses (and I mean this quite literally) that I can hardly get my crap written. Because I don't want to waste my time by further writing to you bastards, I'm going to list off my complaints about each of you.
The Perfectionist:
I fugging hate you. You and you're godforsaken "Oh please. Nobody will want to read this piece of shit. Hell, my shit is better than this shit."
Let's see you spend hours trying to write a story that you constantly have to revise. You just need to get the hell out of my zone, and go back to the piece of crap corner you live in.
The Victim:
I cannot express to you the importance of this statement.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT YOUR LIFE EXPERIENCES."
Jesus. You're annoying as f*** to deal with. So just go and cut yourself somewhere else. Kay?
The Talker:
YOU RUIN MY DAMN PLOT. SHUT THE F*** UP, AND GET THE HELL OUT.
The Critic:
If you know so much about writing, then why are you focusing on the writing of a 15 year old?
The Judge:
My family and friends can handle themselves without me there every second. If you care so much, go help them yourself.
Last but certainly not least,
The Procrastinator:
F*** YOU. Okay?
You've ruined my 4.0 GPA. I want to kill you. In fact, I'm going to kill you. In your sleep. You're getting the f***ing horns bitch.
Enjoy your last night, you bastard.
Love,
Alex
P.S. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Dear all of you,
I hate you with a flaming passion. It's because of you pathetic excuses (and I mean this quite literally) that I can hardly get my crap written. Because I don't want to waste my time by further writing to you bastards, I'm going to list off my complaints about each of you.
The Perfectionist:
I fugging hate you. You and you're godforsaken "Oh please. Nobody will want to read this piece of shit. Hell, my shit is better than this shit."
Let's see you spend hours trying to write a story that you constantly have to revise. You just need to get the hell out of my zone, and go back to the piece of crap corner you live in.
The Victim:
I cannot express to you the importance of this statement.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT YOUR LIFE EXPERIENCES."
Jesus. You're annoying as f*** to deal with. So just go and cut yourself somewhere else. Kay?
The Talker:
YOU RUIN MY DAMN PLOT. SHUT THE F*** UP, AND GET THE HELL OUT.
The Critic:
If you know so much about writing, then why are you focusing on the writing of a 15 year old?
The Judge:
My family and friends can handle themselves without me there every second. If you care so much, go help them yourself.
Last but certainly not least,
The Procrastinator:
F*** YOU. Okay?
You've ruined my 4.0 GPA. I want to kill you. In fact, I'm going to kill you. In your sleep. You're getting the f***ing horns bitch.
Enjoy your last night, you bastard.
Love,
Alex
P.S. LEAVE ME ALONE.
School Again
Yep, it's back to school again. Which means more pointless rantings by yours truly! Anyway, since I'm in class and may be eaten if I'm seen writing this, I'm gonna go now.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Points of View
* Omniscient 3rd Person
-Enters into the minds of all characters
* Objective Third Person
-Enters into the mind of only on sole character
* First Person
-Author focuses on self within the story (I/Me/My)
* Second Person
-Author focuses on another individual, but without naming them (you)
* Third Person
-Author focuses on characters without going within their mind (he/she/it/character's name)
-Enters into the minds of all characters
* Objective Third Person
-Enters into the mind of only on sole character
* First Person
-Author focuses on self within the story (I/Me/My)
* Second Person
-Author focuses on another individual, but without naming them (you)
* Third Person
-Author focuses on characters without going within their mind (he/she/it/character's name)
Literary Terms I
Yep. Lit Terms now. Here I go;
Literary Conflicts:
*Man vs Man
*Man vs Self
*Man vs Nature
*Man vs Society
Round: complex, main characters
Flat: minor characters
Stock: extras
Melodrama: struggle of good vs evil
Tone: mood or atmosphere a story creates
Dialogue and Narrative: people talking
Omniscient: sees all, author knows all
Literary Conflicts:
*Man vs Man
*Man vs Self
*Man vs Nature
*Man vs Society
Round: complex, main characters
Flat: minor characters
Stock: extras
Melodrama: struggle of good vs evil
Tone: mood or atmosphere a story creates
Dialogue and Narrative: people talking
Omniscient: sees all, author knows all
I Am
I am orange.
Not as joyous as yellow,
nor as angry as red.
I am the clouded sky,
no rain, no snow, no sleet, no thunder,
but just that clouded sky.
I am the clocks of the world,
trapped in the voids of time.
Never stopping for one person,
always moving forward
and never looking back.
Not as joyous as yellow,
nor as angry as red.
I am the clouded sky,
no rain, no snow, no sleet, no thunder,
but just that clouded sky.
I am the clocks of the world,
trapped in the voids of time.
Never stopping for one person,
always moving forward
and never looking back.
Fantacist
*Enjoys fantasy or made up situations
*Enjoys weird or made up settings
*Enjoys stories with symbolic characters
*Enjoys stories that take them outside of their experience
*Often likes to immerse in a book
Examples: horror, science-fiction, fantasy, historical fiction
*Enjoys weird or made up settings
*Enjoys stories with symbolic characters
*Enjoys stories that take them outside of their experience
*Often likes to immerse in a book
Examples: horror, science-fiction, fantasy, historical fiction
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Pragmatist (Weirdo)
*Enjoy reading to learn something
*Enjoys anything that helps to better themselves
*Wants a short story or synopsis that is to the point
Examples: cook books, text books, academic non-fiction
*Enjoys anything that helps to better themselves
*Wants a short story or synopsis that is to the point
Examples: cook books, text books, academic non-fiction
Irrelevance
What does it matter to you?
The loss of my dear friend, whose life you took prematurely.
You say you feel remorseful, that you should have been the one to die,
yet, when I look into your eyes,
I only see;
Hatred
Apathy
Bitterness
Hostility
and most disturbing of all,
Joy.
I leave you now,
to all that is due,
to your irrelevance in my life.
The loss of my dear friend, whose life you took prematurely.
You say you feel remorseful, that you should have been the one to die,
yet, when I look into your eyes,
I only see;
Hatred
Apathy
Bitterness
Hostility
and most disturbing of all,
Joy.
I leave you now,
to all that is due,
to your irrelevance in my life.
The Greatest Tragedy
The greatest tragedy is...
1. We are unable to think on a secular level, only on an egocentric one.
2. Our existence is predetermined to fail and recreate itself.
3. The world will eventually end
4. People have to struggle to survive without food, water and/or shelter
5. The world can in fact feed everyone, but it is too busy with the Nuclear Age to even care.
6. War still exists, and with war, hatred is bred
7. The environment is slowly dwindling away as we speak
8. The children of the world, who are supposed to be its saviors, are ruining their lives with gang activities
9. A person can no longer fully trust another without there being at least one conflict
10. We, the human race, for our selfish and violent ways
1. We are unable to think on a secular level, only on an egocentric one.
2. Our existence is predetermined to fail and recreate itself.
3. The world will eventually end
4. People have to struggle to survive without food, water and/or shelter
5. The world can in fact feed everyone, but it is too busy with the Nuclear Age to even care.
6. War still exists, and with war, hatred is bred
7. The environment is slowly dwindling away as we speak
8. The children of the world, who are supposed to be its saviors, are ruining their lives with gang activities
9. A person can no longer fully trust another without there being at least one conflict
10. We, the human race, for our selfish and violent ways
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Word of the Day I
Yep. I'm doing week AND day now. Exciting, right?
Anyway, here is the word of the day;
Fallacy - a false or mistaken idea, an often plausible argument using false or invalid inference
Sentence using the word:
"The abstract nature of writers often combine fallacious material combined with reasonable evidence to create a unique work of literary art."
Anyway, here is the word of the day;
Fallacy - a false or mistaken idea, an often plausible argument using false or invalid inference
Sentence using the word:
"The abstract nature of writers often combine fallacious material combined with reasonable evidence to create a unique work of literary art."
Quote of the Week IV - Zambendorf
I actually chose this one only because of his name. Yet, now that i had actually read the quote, I respect the view of this character composed by James P. Hogan in Code of the Lifemaker
"Scientists are the easiest to fool. They think in straight, predictable, directable, and therefore misdirectable, lines. The only world they know is the one where everything has a logical explanation and things are what they appear to be. Children and conjurors--they terrify me. Scientists are no problem; against them I feel quite confident."
Basically, it means that people who don't think abstractly are easier to manipulate than those who can think abstractly. Remind you of something Khari?
"Scientists are the easiest to fool. They think in straight, predictable, directable, and therefore misdirectable, lines. The only world they know is the one where everything has a logical explanation and things are what they appear to be. Children and conjurors--they terrify me. Scientists are no problem; against them I feel quite confident."
Basically, it means that people who don't think abstractly are easier to manipulate than those who can think abstractly. Remind you of something Khari?
Cursed Martyrs of Truth
Tis a poem I wrote 4th Period today. Read/Comment! And enjoy!
Cursed Martyrs of Truth
Good and Evil.
What’s the difference?
In this world of masked beings,
Tell me O great rose of malice.
What does it mean to be human?
To have a complete and enthralling existence,
If we actually do exist,
Maybe we are just some game for blind beings
Or just a pure accident that was never meant to be.
Rose of Hatred, what does this mean to you?
A rose, hidden behind that glorious mask of solitude,
A mask with eyeholes to truth.
You say we are hear to be martyrs of peace,
To be mere sacrifices for the future children,
Yet I cannot accept this matter as reality.
We are
Just because we are.
Cursed Martyrs of Truth
Good and Evil.
What’s the difference?
In this world of masked beings,
Tell me O great rose of malice.
What does it mean to be human?
To have a complete and enthralling existence,
If we actually do exist,
Maybe we are just some game for blind beings
Or just a pure accident that was never meant to be.
Rose of Hatred, what does this mean to you?
A rose, hidden behind that glorious mask of solitude,
A mask with eyeholes to truth.
You say we are hear to be martyrs of peace,
To be mere sacrifices for the future children,
Yet I cannot accept this matter as reality.
We are
Just because we are.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
A Story I Wrote That I Think is Cruddy
It may just be me, but it kinda sucks. Anyway, enjoy nonetheless.
The corner of the room faded into the shadows. It had been doing that a lot lately. I don’t know why but every time I see it, the loss of the once glorious and radiant room, my heart stings with sorrow. The toys of my ever distant childhood lay sprawled out on the pearl floor, their once joyous eyes being slowly dissipated. The darkness had been affecting them as well. Not just them. Everything about me was being destroyed, ripped apart, and decimated by these creeping shadows. My memories could no longer be recalled happily, my head started to burn and scream countless curses in pain, and my heart was thrusting the knife of suffering into its warm core. I was lost down the path of pain. I began walking to the door, its abstract stained glass windows extending toward infinity. The diamond chandelier danced left and right, the vast array of crystals shimmering in the remaining light of the room. As I walked out, I gazed back at the room, the warmth of child-like innocence fading into nothing but a mere chill. It was then that I abandoned the old memories of my youth.
Water crashed against the cold iron bars of my mind. I had wandered into the room where my dreams were stored. Images moved left, right, up, down and in all sorts of twisted directions. One particular image stood out more than the others. It had been a dream I had not only yesterday. In it, I was sitting upon a golden throne with furious red curtains extending out into the ceiling. I had on a black suit, whose golden buttons refracted the light of the candles. Before me, people were aligned in rows of thirteen bowing, serving, and praising everything about me. I was king, no, god of these lowly people, whose existences were nothing more than wasted space. The dream flew upward, returning to its home in the far reaches of my mind. A small tear fell down the corner of my eye. I cursed silently, wiping the infuriating tear from my face. Why does this have to happen, I thought while transitioning into the next room.
Hollow. Empty. That was what I thought when I entered this room, the final room. Nothing was there but the shadows that stalked me. For some reason, these shadows were stronger than those I previously encountered. It probably had to do with the nature of this room, whose interior was devoid of anything. This must be the end, I thought, memories of recent events spiraling before my eyes. “I don’t know what to do”, “Who do you think you are”, “We were never anything!” I fell to the floor, my eyes stinging with hot tears that fell to the ground with great haste. My ears were berated by these phrases, phrases of pure hatred and destruction. “I don’t know what to do anymore! Everything is to out of control; I’m losing everyone I care about. Someone, anyone, lead me to truth! What should I do?” I screamed my crying now turned into wild fits of hysteria and madness. “Destroy it all.” I stopped my screaming, and gazed into the shadows, where a dark figure stood. “Destroy everything that brings you pain. Take my hand,” the figure said coolly, sticking out their right hand. “I will make the pain go away.” My eyes went blank as I obeyed the figure’s hypnotic call. When I grabbed their hand, everything went away, as I became a slave to the dark.
The corner of the room faded into the shadows. It had been doing that a lot lately. I don’t know why but every time I see it, the loss of the once glorious and radiant room, my heart stings with sorrow. The toys of my ever distant childhood lay sprawled out on the pearl floor, their once joyous eyes being slowly dissipated. The darkness had been affecting them as well. Not just them. Everything about me was being destroyed, ripped apart, and decimated by these creeping shadows. My memories could no longer be recalled happily, my head started to burn and scream countless curses in pain, and my heart was thrusting the knife of suffering into its warm core. I was lost down the path of pain. I began walking to the door, its abstract stained glass windows extending toward infinity. The diamond chandelier danced left and right, the vast array of crystals shimmering in the remaining light of the room. As I walked out, I gazed back at the room, the warmth of child-like innocence fading into nothing but a mere chill. It was then that I abandoned the old memories of my youth.
Water crashed against the cold iron bars of my mind. I had wandered into the room where my dreams were stored. Images moved left, right, up, down and in all sorts of twisted directions. One particular image stood out more than the others. It had been a dream I had not only yesterday. In it, I was sitting upon a golden throne with furious red curtains extending out into the ceiling. I had on a black suit, whose golden buttons refracted the light of the candles. Before me, people were aligned in rows of thirteen bowing, serving, and praising everything about me. I was king, no, god of these lowly people, whose existences were nothing more than wasted space. The dream flew upward, returning to its home in the far reaches of my mind. A small tear fell down the corner of my eye. I cursed silently, wiping the infuriating tear from my face. Why does this have to happen, I thought while transitioning into the next room.
Hollow. Empty. That was what I thought when I entered this room, the final room. Nothing was there but the shadows that stalked me. For some reason, these shadows were stronger than those I previously encountered. It probably had to do with the nature of this room, whose interior was devoid of anything. This must be the end, I thought, memories of recent events spiraling before my eyes. “I don’t know what to do”, “Who do you think you are”, “We were never anything!” I fell to the floor, my eyes stinging with hot tears that fell to the ground with great haste. My ears were berated by these phrases, phrases of pure hatred and destruction. “I don’t know what to do anymore! Everything is to out of control; I’m losing everyone I care about. Someone, anyone, lead me to truth! What should I do?” I screamed my crying now turned into wild fits of hysteria and madness. “Destroy it all.” I stopped my screaming, and gazed into the shadows, where a dark figure stood. “Destroy everything that brings you pain. Take my hand,” the figure said coolly, sticking out their right hand. “I will make the pain go away.” My eyes went blank as I obeyed the figure’s hypnotic call. When I grabbed their hand, everything went away, as I became a slave to the dark.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Vow of Escape
The dim light covered the sandy beaches as if it were a blanket. All was silent, except for the soft murmur of waves affectionately brushing the shore. Ven sat alone at the minuscule tree house, branches extending, overshadowing, the misty moonlight. A fervor of deep anxiety was building up inside of him, heating him, burning him like a wildfire in an arid forest. He did not acknowledge the presence of this feeling, but merely shrugged it off as though it were nothing. He had been sitting there ever since the race ended, with Kai, once again, taken in by the glory, glory of which, has alluded him for the most part. Maybe the glory feared him? Maybe, just maybe, he was not destined to achieve glory, to achieve that feeling of being overcome with wild praise, to get... his insides began to squirm. It was that fiery feeling again. Ven shook his head, once more casting the burning feeling back into the iron cages of his heart. A stick cracked in the serene silence. Alarmed, Ven turned his head, seeing nothing but the darkness looming over the rest of the porch. He turned his back to the dark, for fear of it's mysterious, alluring presence. The waves now leaped to and fro, the showery beads of water kissing against his rough cheeks. Ven closed his eyes, allowing the calm brisk of the dark lit island set upon him. Another stick broke. This time, Ven turned all the way around, his eyes peering through the dark. In the corner, a rose bush rustled madly, the green leaves shielding it's precious mystery falling to the ground. He got up and ambled slowly to the bush, his neck drooling cold sweat down his red hot skin. Thump-thump-thump was all Ven could hear. Thump. The beating of his heart grew quicker with every step, every step toward that mysterious bush. Rustle-thump-rustle. A crazed chill shot down his spine, shaking his body like a . Rustle-thump-rustle-thump-rustle. The two sounds formed a cacophony of terror, as Ven opened the bush and his eyes widened with surprise...
"Rukia?...Kai?" Ven exclaimed, the pulsating beating dropping back into a regular pace. Kai stepped out of the bush first, bumping into Ven, who glared at his back in return. However, that glare quickly turned into a stare, as Rukia, whom was still giggling at Ven's terror, followed suit. Ven began to sense that burning feeling rising within him again, albeit this time, instead of a fiery fury, it was a soft glow, like the moon was casting over the sandy shore.
"Aw, little Venny's blushing" Kai snorted, leaning against the pine trunk connecting the ceiling of the tree house to the floor. Ven turned to him, examining him as if he was a newly captured prize of a hunter. It was obvious that he had not gone home at all after the race, for his clothes still displayed the dirt of victory on his black pants. His shirt, a zipped up jersey, was refracting the moon light off of it's zipper. Kai looked toward him, those gray eyes hinting at the disgust he was probably about to reprimand Ven for. At this moment, Ven turned his gaze back upon the sea, whose waves, though still retaining it's calm nature, grew more powerful as each precious minute passed.
"You know...," Rukia started, the presence of her voice startling Ven. She had not spoken to him since much earlier in the morning. He felt like asking her of her whereabouts after the race but deemed that too unworthy a question too interrupt her mid-sentence. Ven continued to stare at her until Rukia turned around. "Is something wrong, Ven?" she asked, her whole face turned towards his own. Her face showed genuine concern. Ven shook his head from side to side, with his hands moving in a frantic motion.
"N-nothing. Nothing at all." Ven managed to stammer in reply, earning a silent snicker from Kai.
"Enough flirting" Kai retorted, causing both of them to turn to him abruptly.
"You were saying, Rukia?"
"Oh, right." Rukia replied, the concern vanishing from here face.
"As I was saying, this is day marks the seventh year we have been friends on the island. Ever since the moment in which we first met, we decided, no, dedicated ourselves to getting out to see the world. Yet, we haven't done anything...at all."
At this point all three of them hung their heads in shame. She's right Ven thought, his shame conquering the joy he had just felt. We really haven't done a thing. Sure, we have all the materials, the logs, the rope and the food, lying in wait at the shore of the island. But that's the thing. They're still at the shore. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling enveloped and completely eradicated the disappointment that had covered his joy.
"Come on! We can't just give up like this" Ven said, hopping onto his feet, much to the surprise of his still depressed friends.
"We promised each other that we would get off of this rock in the middle of nowhere, and go see what lies beyond the sea. Besides, how else will...," Ven gazed at Rukia, whose depression was somewhat dissipated.
"How else will we find out where Rukia came from?"
It had been a matter that, although important, was rarely spoken by the three of them. Even the people who were new to the island knew not to talk of it. Rukia's past before she came to the island is a mystery. No one knows where to start looking, what to start doing. Even Rukia herself doesn't know where she came from. The Mayor, who had adopted her for what Ven suspects to be just another political ruse, had constantly berated her with questions, that were to no avail. Her past was a mystery, a mystery which the people of this island could never solve. However, the three of them believed, knew, that there were other worlds beyond this vast enclosing sea that kept them trapped upon this little sandy rock.
Ven fell silent, retreating back to where he had been sitting. A breeze whistled through the moon lit room. Kai now stepped away from the trunk, his back facing both Ven and Rukia. When he turned around, he had his face twisted, contorted into what a appeared to be an upside down frown. It was...a smile. Ven's eyes opened at this revelation. It had been months, no, years, since Kai had ever smiled. A clear liquid substance dropped from Ven's right eye. Wiping it, he gazed up at Kai, the old Kai, whose brilliant smile radiated throughout the entire tree house.
"As much as I would normally hate to admit it, Ven's right. We can't just give up on our dream. It's the only way we could find out about Rukia's past. So early in the morning tomorrow, it's back to work. Deal?" Kai stuck out his hand, motioning to his audience. Rukia and Ven went over and placed their hands on top of his. All three sets of eyes met with one another, as they parted hands and left the tree house. All except for Ven that is, who remained looking over the sea, whose brilliant waves danced in the light of the dark lit moon.
"Rukia?...Kai?" Ven exclaimed, the pulsating beating dropping back into a regular pace. Kai stepped out of the bush first, bumping into Ven, who glared at his back in return. However, that glare quickly turned into a stare, as Rukia, whom was still giggling at Ven's terror, followed suit. Ven began to sense that burning feeling rising within him again, albeit this time, instead of a fiery fury, it was a soft glow, like the moon was casting over the sandy shore.
"Aw, little Venny's blushing" Kai snorted, leaning against the pine trunk connecting the ceiling of the tree house to the floor. Ven turned to him, examining him as if he was a newly captured prize of a hunter. It was obvious that he had not gone home at all after the race, for his clothes still displayed the dirt of victory on his black pants. His shirt, a zipped up jersey, was refracting the moon light off of it's zipper. Kai looked toward him, those gray eyes hinting at the disgust he was probably about to reprimand Ven for. At this moment, Ven turned his gaze back upon the sea, whose waves, though still retaining it's calm nature, grew more powerful as each precious minute passed.
"You know...," Rukia started, the presence of her voice startling Ven. She had not spoken to him since much earlier in the morning. He felt like asking her of her whereabouts after the race but deemed that too unworthy a question too interrupt her mid-sentence. Ven continued to stare at her until Rukia turned around. "Is something wrong, Ven?" she asked, her whole face turned towards his own. Her face showed genuine concern. Ven shook his head from side to side, with his hands moving in a frantic motion.
"N-nothing. Nothing at all." Ven managed to stammer in reply, earning a silent snicker from Kai.
"Enough flirting" Kai retorted, causing both of them to turn to him abruptly.
"You were saying, Rukia?"
"Oh, right." Rukia replied, the concern vanishing from here face.
"As I was saying, this is day marks the seventh year we have been friends on the island. Ever since the moment in which we first met, we decided, no, dedicated ourselves to getting out to see the world. Yet, we haven't done anything...at all."
At this point all three of them hung their heads in shame. She's right Ven thought, his shame conquering the joy he had just felt. We really haven't done a thing. Sure, we have all the materials, the logs, the rope and the food, lying in wait at the shore of the island. But that's the thing. They're still at the shore. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling enveloped and completely eradicated the disappointment that had covered his joy.
"Come on! We can't just give up like this" Ven said, hopping onto his feet, much to the surprise of his still depressed friends.
"We promised each other that we would get off of this rock in the middle of nowhere, and go see what lies beyond the sea. Besides, how else will...," Ven gazed at Rukia, whose depression was somewhat dissipated.
"How else will we find out where Rukia came from?"
It had been a matter that, although important, was rarely spoken by the three of them. Even the people who were new to the island knew not to talk of it. Rukia's past before she came to the island is a mystery. No one knows where to start looking, what to start doing. Even Rukia herself doesn't know where she came from. The Mayor, who had adopted her for what Ven suspects to be just another political ruse, had constantly berated her with questions, that were to no avail. Her past was a mystery, a mystery which the people of this island could never solve. However, the three of them believed, knew, that there were other worlds beyond this vast enclosing sea that kept them trapped upon this little sandy rock.
Ven fell silent, retreating back to where he had been sitting. A breeze whistled through the moon lit room. Kai now stepped away from the trunk, his back facing both Ven and Rukia. When he turned around, he had his face twisted, contorted into what a appeared to be an upside down frown. It was...a smile. Ven's eyes opened at this revelation. It had been months, no, years, since Kai had ever smiled. A clear liquid substance dropped from Ven's right eye. Wiping it, he gazed up at Kai, the old Kai, whose brilliant smile radiated throughout the entire tree house.
"As much as I would normally hate to admit it, Ven's right. We can't just give up on our dream. It's the only way we could find out about Rukia's past. So early in the morning tomorrow, it's back to work. Deal?" Kai stuck out his hand, motioning to his audience. Rukia and Ven went over and placed their hands on top of his. All three sets of eyes met with one another, as they parted hands and left the tree house. All except for Ven that is, who remained looking over the sea, whose brilliant waves danced in the light of the dark lit moon.
The Second Story!
The second story in the "Empire Souls" franchise is here. This one features Ven and his friends conversing about their goals and ultimately, trying to unlock the mystery of Rukia's past. I give you "Vow of Escape"!
Monday, May 11, 2009
In the Beginning of the End!!
It's the Sixth Marking Period. We are reaching the end people. While sure, I may not have followed up on it before, THIS Marking Period, probably the most important one out of the six, I am getting straight A's even if it kills me. So I'll give you a follow-up of my progress through the loved and feared Marking Period Six!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Qualities: Pain
It was an activity we did in Gamzon's class based on The Book of Qualities by J. Ruth Gendler. Read, comment and enjopy!
PAIN
Pain is alone. Alone in the "evanescent existence", as he calls it. I always see him walking down the empty hallway, lined with the darkest of shadows. He hasn't been happy since "that night". The night in which both of his parents Confidence and Faith, were cruelly murdered by Suffering, his twin brother who had been abandoned by them for his mood. Ever since, Pain has wrapped himself up in that sweater of destruction and those pants of sorrow. Lately, his only companions have been Depression and Grief. They sit together in that dismal corner of the lunch room, their hands swaying back in forth while carrying that pen over the empty pieces of paper.
It's unbelievable. It's just so...weird. Today, while walking in the hallway, I saw them. Pain was, as usual, trodding down the hall. All of a sudden, a bright pink flash of hysteric hair appeared next to his murky black hair. It was Pleasure, the head cheerleader of the school. As she opened her mouth, Pain put up his hand. "Leave me alone" he muttered, as he walked out into the sunlight. Pleasure stood still, her eyes misting over like a waterfall. However, she wiped off the mist and ambled out after Pain. A great thud could be heard in the warmth of the glistening sun as Pleasure body slammed Pain to the concrete. He looked up at her, his pupil-less dark eyes meeting with her own shining eyes. Suddenly, they both get up and stare a while longer at one another. Then, as if the whole world had just stopped, they grabbed hands and walked into the street, crowded on one side, empty on another. It was there that they walked, in the radiance of the light and the dark.
PAIN
Pain is alone. Alone in the "evanescent existence", as he calls it. I always see him walking down the empty hallway, lined with the darkest of shadows. He hasn't been happy since "that night". The night in which both of his parents Confidence and Faith, were cruelly murdered by Suffering, his twin brother who had been abandoned by them for his mood. Ever since, Pain has wrapped himself up in that sweater of destruction and those pants of sorrow. Lately, his only companions have been Depression and Grief. They sit together in that dismal corner of the lunch room, their hands swaying back in forth while carrying that pen over the empty pieces of paper.
It's unbelievable. It's just so...weird. Today, while walking in the hallway, I saw them. Pain was, as usual, trodding down the hall. All of a sudden, a bright pink flash of hysteric hair appeared next to his murky black hair. It was Pleasure, the head cheerleader of the school. As she opened her mouth, Pain put up his hand. "Leave me alone" he muttered, as he walked out into the sunlight. Pleasure stood still, her eyes misting over like a waterfall. However, she wiped off the mist and ambled out after Pain. A great thud could be heard in the warmth of the glistening sun as Pleasure body slammed Pain to the concrete. He looked up at her, his pupil-less dark eyes meeting with her own shining eyes. Suddenly, they both get up and stare a while longer at one another. Then, as if the whole world had just stopped, they grabbed hands and walked into the street, crowded on one side, empty on another. It was there that they walked, in the radiance of the light and the dark.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Types of Readers - Realist
Realist
*Enjoys real life situations
*Enjoys contemporary issues and themselves
*Enjoys easily identifiable characters
*Enjoys stories dealing with one's experience
*Enjoys real life situations
*Enjoys contemporary issues and themselves
*Enjoys easily identifiable characters
*Enjoys stories dealing with one's experience
Newspaper Article Number Three
Terror in the Streets! The Evils of...Country Music!!
"HOW DARE HE! THAT FIEND OF FIENDS, THAT RENEGADE OF THE STREETS, THAT, THAT INSUFFRABLE SIMPLETON!!!" These are the least of the insults directed towards Zack Lavington, a 38 year old male living in the small state of Idaho. He was last seen being forcibly removed from his car and arrested for "disturbing the peace". According to the accounts of local residents, he was "blasting the most heinous of musical genres out there". This musical genre being that of Country, probably the MOST feared genre ever created, for it's hypnotic rythms that easily return people to their rural heritage. More than two hundred people have called in, saying that their neighbors are turning their cars into tractors and milking the...mailbox. With fear in their hearts, public officials are frantically attempting to throw together a new bill that will ban Country music throughout the entire state. May this be a lesson to all those reading this. Country music can and WILL destroy your "city kid" ways. Listen to your music with the utmost caution!
"HOW DARE HE! THAT FIEND OF FIENDS, THAT RENEGADE OF THE STREETS, THAT, THAT INSUFFRABLE SIMPLETON!!!" These are the least of the insults directed towards Zack Lavington, a 38 year old male living in the small state of Idaho. He was last seen being forcibly removed from his car and arrested for "disturbing the peace". According to the accounts of local residents, he was "blasting the most heinous of musical genres out there". This musical genre being that of Country, probably the MOST feared genre ever created, for it's hypnotic rythms that easily return people to their rural heritage. More than two hundred people have called in, saying that their neighbors are turning their cars into tractors and milking the...mailbox. With fear in their hearts, public officials are frantically attempting to throw together a new bill that will ban Country music throughout the entire state. May this be a lesson to all those reading this. Country music can and WILL destroy your "city kid" ways. Listen to your music with the utmost caution!
Newspaper Article Number Two
Oh Cruel Irony!
Today has brought to us an event bigger than big, larger than large, even more important than the life we live! That's right, a local man has...spontaneously combusted while talking about fire safety. "It all happened so fast," local first grader Anne Marie said, her eyes wide with the shock only a splash of cold water to your neck can bring. "One minute he was talking about how 'horrible fire is' then the next 'POOF!'. He just lit up like a Christmas tree. He kept running around the whole room and burned the whole house down screaming that he was gonna 'burn it all down'. Now that I think about it, it's kind of ironic." Yes, in ironic end to an ironic tragedy.
Today has brought to us an event bigger than big, larger than large, even more important than the life we live! That's right, a local man has...spontaneously combusted while talking about fire safety. "It all happened so fast," local first grader Anne Marie said, her eyes wide with the shock only a splash of cold water to your neck can bring. "One minute he was talking about how 'horrible fire is' then the next 'POOF!'. He just lit up like a Christmas tree. He kept running around the whole room and burned the whole house down screaming that he was gonna 'burn it all down'. Now that I think about it, it's kind of ironic." Yes, in ironic end to an ironic tragedy.
Newspaper Article Number 1
WMG Funeral
Today is a day to live that will live in infamy. The roads are empty, the air is dry, even the most talkative of people remain silent. On this day, this special unforgettable day, the funeral of Warner Music Group (WMG) shall now commence. The YouTube staff sat in the front, tears streaming down their heartbroken faces, one of them even whimpering out silent sobs. As the coffin was dropped into the ground, everyone sitting within the room was moved to the very edge of the chair. When it finally fell, a gargantuan sound exploded throughtout the room. The sound, so large, could even be heard five blocks away. The YouTube staff stared dumbfoundedly, as they watched their product's users, their users, ...cheer. Everyone, minus the awestruck YouTube staff, sprang out of their seats screaming with the joy a candybar brings to a child. The all run outside at a speed comparable to that of light and began to have one of, if not the most wild party in the history of parties.
"Finally, fina-*#@%-ly!" the ecstatic Ernie Frye shouts, hugging the nearest person. "I have been waiting for this moment since the day my whole playlist got it's sound turned off, just because WMG didn't 'approve the music selection used'. Please! My fish can choose better music than it does and all it listens to is polka!"
"All I can say is that I'm glad that little girl killed 'em." Tina Garfield said, spray painting "Suck it You$^$$#^%" on the side of the YouTube van. "Hey, I wonder where she is?"
A sound erupted out of the cathedral. As everyone walked in, they stopped dead in their tracks. Blood was splattered all over the walls. The YouTube staff lied on the ground, eyes wide open, their blood staining the ground below them. A little girl came out from behind the curtain, holding a gun covered with blood. "What?" she said when she noticed their staring. "I said I was gonna kill WMG and these ^%#$& right here." Another great cheer erupted out of the crowd as they picked her up and carried her to the party. I start to leave but then stop in my tracks. "Oh my god" I said, trembling. "She's going after Google next."
Today is a day to live that will live in infamy. The roads are empty, the air is dry, even the most talkative of people remain silent. On this day, this special unforgettable day, the funeral of Warner Music Group (WMG) shall now commence. The YouTube staff sat in the front, tears streaming down their heartbroken faces, one of them even whimpering out silent sobs. As the coffin was dropped into the ground, everyone sitting within the room was moved to the very edge of the chair. When it finally fell, a gargantuan sound exploded throughtout the room. The sound, so large, could even be heard five blocks away. The YouTube staff stared dumbfoundedly, as they watched their product's users, their users, ...cheer. Everyone, minus the awestruck YouTube staff, sprang out of their seats screaming with the joy a candybar brings to a child. The all run outside at a speed comparable to that of light and began to have one of, if not the most wild party in the history of parties.
"Finally, fina-*#@%-ly!" the ecstatic Ernie Frye shouts, hugging the nearest person. "I have been waiting for this moment since the day my whole playlist got it's sound turned off, just because WMG didn't 'approve the music selection used'. Please! My fish can choose better music than it does and all it listens to is polka!"
"All I can say is that I'm glad that little girl killed 'em." Tina Garfield said, spray painting "Suck it You$^$$#^%" on the side of the YouTube van. "Hey, I wonder where she is?"
A sound erupted out of the cathedral. As everyone walked in, they stopped dead in their tracks. Blood was splattered all over the walls. The YouTube staff lied on the ground, eyes wide open, their blood staining the ground below them. A little girl came out from behind the curtain, holding a gun covered with blood. "What?" she said when she noticed their staring. "I said I was gonna kill WMG and these ^%#$& right here." Another great cheer erupted out of the crowd as they picked her up and carried her to the party. I start to leave but then stop in my tracks. "Oh my god" I said, trembling. "She's going after Google next."
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The WORST Kids Choice Awards Ever!
About a good third of the "winners" should not have won at all! It was torture sitting through and watching those Disney jerks win most of the awards! Here is the list of the nominees, the "winners" and me and my friends opinion on who should have won.
Favorite Movie Actor
Jim Carrey (Yes Man)
George Lopez (Beverly Hills Chihuahua)
Adam Sandler (Bedtime Stories)
Will Smith (Hancock)
"Winner": Will Smith
Real Winner: Will Smith
Favorite Female Movie Star
Jennifer Aniston (Marley & Me)
Anne Hathaway (Get Smart)
Vanessa Hudgens (High School Musical 3: Senior Year)
Reese Witherspoon (Four Christmases)
"Winner": Vanessa Hudgens
REAL WINNER: Jennifer Aniston or Anne Hathaway
Favorite Movie
Bedtime Stories
The Dark Knight
High School Musical 3: Senior Year
Iron Man
"Winner": HSM 3
REAL WINNER: The Dark Knight
Favorite Animated Movie
Bolt
Kung Fu Panda
Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa
Wall-e
"Winner": Madagascar
REAL WINNER: Wall-e
Favorite Voice from an Animated Movie
Jack Black (Po, Kung Fu Panda)
Jim Carrey (Horton, Horton Hears a Who)
Miley Cyrus (Penny, Bolt)
Ben Stiller, (Alex, Madagascar: Escape 2Africa)
MUSIC:
Favorite Song
I Kissed a Girl (Katy Perry)
Don’t Stop the Music (Rihanna)
Kiss Kiss (Chris Brown featuring T Pain)
Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) (Beyonce)
Favorite Music Group
Daughtry
Jonas Brothers
Linkin Park
Pussycat Dolls
"Winner": The Jonas Brothers
REAL WINNER: Linkin Park
Favorite Male Singer
Chris Brown
Jesse McCartney
Kid Rock
T-Pain
Favorite Female Singer
Beyonce
Miley Cyrus
Alicia Keys
Rihanna
"Winner": Miley Cyrus
REAL WINNER: Alicia Keys
TELEVISION:
Favorite TV Show
Hannah Montana
iCarly
The Suite Life of Zack and Cody
Zoey 101
Favorite Television Actress
Miranda Cosgrove (iCarly)
Miley Cyrus (Hannah Montana)
America Ferrera (Ugly Betty)
Selena Gomez (Wizards of Waverly)
Favorite Reality Show
America’s Next Top Model
American Idol
Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?
Deal or no Deal?
Favorite Television Actor
Jason Lee (My Name Is Earl)
Dylan Sprouse (The Suite Life of Zack and Cody)
Cole Sprouse (The Suite Life of Zack and Cody)
Nat Wolff (The Naked Brothers Band)
SPORTS:
Favorite Male Athlete
LeBron James
Michael Phelps
Peyton Manning
Tiger Woods
Favorite Female Athlete
Candace Parker
Danica Patrick
Serena Williams
Venus Williams
OTHER CATEGORIES:
Favorite Video Game
Guitar Hero World Tour
Mario Kart Wii
Mario Super Sluggers
Rock Band 2
Favorite Book
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Diary of a Wimpy Kid Do It Yourself Book
Harry Potter series
Twilight series
Favorite Cartoon
The Fairly Odd Parents
Phineas and Ferb
The Simpsons
SpongeBob SquarePants
Favorite Movie Actor
Jim Carrey (Yes Man)
George Lopez (Beverly Hills Chihuahua)
Adam Sandler (Bedtime Stories)
Will Smith (Hancock)
"Winner": Will Smith
Real Winner: Will Smith
Favorite Female Movie Star
Jennifer Aniston (Marley & Me)
Anne Hathaway (Get Smart)
Vanessa Hudgens (High School Musical 3: Senior Year)
Reese Witherspoon (Four Christmases)
"Winner": Vanessa Hudgens
REAL WINNER: Jennifer Aniston or Anne Hathaway
Favorite Movie
Bedtime Stories
The Dark Knight
High School Musical 3: Senior Year
Iron Man
"Winner": HSM 3
REAL WINNER: The Dark Knight
Favorite Animated Movie
Bolt
Kung Fu Panda
Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa
Wall-e
"Winner": Madagascar
REAL WINNER: Wall-e
Favorite Voice from an Animated Movie
Jack Black (Po, Kung Fu Panda)
Jim Carrey (Horton, Horton Hears a Who)
Miley Cyrus (Penny, Bolt)
Ben Stiller, (Alex, Madagascar: Escape 2Africa)
MUSIC:
Favorite Song
I Kissed a Girl (Katy Perry)
Don’t Stop the Music (Rihanna)
Kiss Kiss (Chris Brown featuring T Pain)
Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) (Beyonce)
Favorite Music Group
Daughtry
Jonas Brothers
Linkin Park
Pussycat Dolls
"Winner": The Jonas Brothers
REAL WINNER: Linkin Park
Favorite Male Singer
Chris Brown
Jesse McCartney
Kid Rock
T-Pain
Favorite Female Singer
Beyonce
Miley Cyrus
Alicia Keys
Rihanna
"Winner": Miley Cyrus
REAL WINNER: Alicia Keys
TELEVISION:
Favorite TV Show
Hannah Montana
iCarly
The Suite Life of Zack and Cody
Zoey 101
Favorite Television Actress
Miranda Cosgrove (iCarly)
Miley Cyrus (Hannah Montana)
America Ferrera (Ugly Betty)
Selena Gomez (Wizards of Waverly)
Favorite Reality Show
America’s Next Top Model
American Idol
Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?
Deal or no Deal?
Favorite Television Actor
Jason Lee (My Name Is Earl)
Dylan Sprouse (The Suite Life of Zack and Cody)
Cole Sprouse (The Suite Life of Zack and Cody)
Nat Wolff (The Naked Brothers Band)
SPORTS:
Favorite Male Athlete
LeBron James
Michael Phelps
Peyton Manning
Tiger Woods
Favorite Female Athlete
Candace Parker
Danica Patrick
Serena Williams
Venus Williams
OTHER CATEGORIES:
Favorite Video Game
Guitar Hero World Tour
Mario Kart Wii
Mario Super Sluggers
Rock Band 2
Favorite Book
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Diary of a Wimpy Kid Do It Yourself Book
Harry Potter series
Twilight series
Favorite Cartoon
The Fairly Odd Parents
Phineas and Ferb
The Simpsons
SpongeBob SquarePants
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Weekly Quotes III
"If you have a dream, don't wait, act. It's one of life's little rules. Got it memorized?"
-Axel
"It's either victory ... or oblivion."
-Riku
"Is that a beard?"
-Me in response to Pappy, Aubrey's character in On The Isles of Leet
-Axel
"It's either victory ... or oblivion."
-Riku
"Is that a beard?"
-Me in response to Pappy, Aubrey's character in On The Isles of Leet
Monday, March 9, 2009
My Attempt (Failure) at Seuss Style
A fish,
Without a dime,
Is forever making a wish,
Looking for that day in time.
The house is messy,
The grass is dry,
The people are plessy
And the TV has died.
The food is somewhat fair,
Even with the mold.
Though in the stinky air,
The mold will grow two-fold.
Tanks in the back screech,
Always sending out mud.
They have an unequal reach,
Even beating Air Bud.
The town is poor,
Like a hobo in the street.
The hobos suffered even more,
Some losing as much as their feet.
How is a fish supposed to live?
Their world has turned the reverse way around.
Should they hold onto that wish?
Or should they stay economically bound?
Without a dime,
Is forever making a wish,
Looking for that day in time.
The house is messy,
The grass is dry,
The people are plessy
And the TV has died.
The food is somewhat fair,
Even with the mold.
Though in the stinky air,
The mold will grow two-fold.
Tanks in the back screech,
Always sending out mud.
They have an unequal reach,
Even beating Air Bud.
The town is poor,
Like a hobo in the street.
The hobos suffered even more,
Some losing as much as their feet.
How is a fish supposed to live?
Their world has turned the reverse way around.
Should they hold onto that wish?
Or should they stay economically bound?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Dr. Seuss Facts!
1. He was born in Springfield, Massachusettes during March 2, 1904 with the name of Theodore Seuss Giesel.
2. His childhood was fairly good not counting financial struggles and discrimination, during the Prohibition and World War I respectively.
3. World War I and the Prohibition Era
4. When he was first offered to write a children's book for Viking Press
5. And to Think I Saw It on Mulberry Street, Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, Horton Hears a Who, How The Grinch Stole Christmas,l etc.
2. His childhood was fairly good not counting financial struggles and discrimination, during the Prohibition and World War I respectively.
3. World War I and the Prohibition Era
4. When he was first offered to write a children's book for Viking Press
5. And to Think I Saw It on Mulberry Street, Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, Horton Hears a Who, How The Grinch Stole Christmas,l etc.
Friday, February 27, 2009
My Risky Idea
I will start writing the ES Chapters out of order. Eventually, when all are written, I will put them in order.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Character Reviews - Ven, Kai and Rukia
Ven
The main character of this tale. Ven is a young boy living on the small Serenity Islands.
Kai
A friend and fellow islander of Ven. Many of the other children believe Kai to be the strongest among them, Kai himself included. He vies to win over the heart of Rukia, which leads to the multitude of contests between Ven and himself. Though he is often arrogant and stuck up, he cares deeply for his friends.
Age: 15
DoB: June 15th
Hair Color: Blue
Favorite Food: Tangarines
Friends: Ven, Rukia, Sophie, Clyde, Frank
Favorite Saying: "Sorry, loser"
Rukia
A friend and fellow islander of Ven. She mysteriously appeared on the island one day,
with no memories of where she had origainally come from. Though this does not bother her as it would others, Ven and Kai are deeply troubled by this, which further fuels their desire to leave the island. She also happens to hold the interest of Ven, though he refuses to admit it.
Age: 14
DoB: ???
Hair Color: Red
Favorite Food: Tacos
Friends: Ven, Kai, Sophie, Clyde, Frank
Favorite Saying: "Hmhmhm"
The main character of this tale. Ven is a young boy living on the small Serenity Islands.
Kai
A friend and fellow islander of Ven. Many of the other children believe Kai to be the strongest among them, Kai himself included. He vies to win over the heart of Rukia, which leads to the multitude of contests between Ven and himself. Though he is often arrogant and stuck up, he cares deeply for his friends.
Age: 15
DoB: June 15th
Hair Color: Blue
Favorite Food: Tangarines
Friends: Ven, Rukia, Sophie, Clyde, Frank
Favorite Saying: "Sorry, loser"
Rukia
A friend and fellow islander of Ven. She mysteriously appeared on the island one day,
with no memories of where she had origainally come from. Though this does not bother her as it would others, Ven and Kai are deeply troubled by this, which further fuels their desire to leave the island. She also happens to hold the interest of Ven, though he refuses to admit it.
Age: 14
DoB: ???
Hair Color: Red
Favorite Food: Tacos
Friends: Ven, Kai, Sophie, Clyde, Frank
Favorite Saying: "Hmhmhm"
Weekly Words IV
1. oneiric: pertaining to or suggestive of dreams.
2. execrable: detestable; extremely bad.
3. patina: a superficial layer.
4. provenance: origin; source.
5. caveat: a warning or caution.
6. nonage: a period of youth or immaturity.
7. atelier: a workshop; a studio.
8. fetid: stinking.
2. execrable: detestable; extremely bad.
3. patina: a superficial layer.
4. provenance: origin; source.
5. caveat: a warning or caution.
6. nonage: a period of youth or immaturity.
7. atelier: a workshop; a studio.
8. fetid: stinking.
Friday, February 13, 2009
America, Land of the Socially Incorrect
America
"The home of the free
and the land of the brave".
More like,
"Home of the inconsiderate socialites
and land of the lazy oafs
bent on making the world
even more messed up than it already is".
"The home of the free
and the land of the brave".
More like,
"Home of the inconsiderate socialites
and land of the lazy oafs
bent on making the world
even more messed up than it already is".
Words of the Week III
1. victuals: supply of food
2. chaff: seed coverings; detritus
3. defalcate: take fraudulently
4. virtuoso: exceptional performer
5. unwitting: lacking knowledge
6. erstwhile: former; formerly
7. denigrate: belittle, attack maliciously
2. chaff: seed coverings; detritus
3. defalcate: take fraudulently
4. virtuoso: exceptional performer
5. unwitting: lacking knowledge
6. erstwhile: former; formerly
7. denigrate: belittle, attack maliciously
100 Questions....Divided By Four
1. Who are you?
2. Tell me, why are you reading this poem?
3. Are you lonely, sitting there in the stillness of the day?
4. Are you afraid, afraid of the horrible person within?
5. Or are you just trying to get away?
6. Do you have any friends?
7. A person you hold dear to your heart?
8. Where is your family?
9. Why do you not talk to them?
10. Are they too overbearing?
11. Where are you now?
12. Does this place bring you comfort?
13. Is this the special place that you go to, when you feel like things have reached
their end?
14. Have you ever wanted something so badly, you would wait a lifetime just to get it?
15. Has this been your special wish?
16. Does this wish find it's way into your sleep, manifesting itself as a dream?
17. And does this dream poke at your mind, like a little kid does the crabs probing in the sand?
18. Does this "little kid" taunt you, bring out pain formerly experienced?
19. Do you let this pain take you over?
20. Have you ever found relief, freeing you from this overwhelming pain?
21. No?
22. When it comes, will you let it wash over your body, like a hot shower in the coldest night?
23. Will you let it make the pain recede?
24. Will you open your eyes, and value the glorious people that surround you?
25. Will you finally realize that dream?
2. Tell me, why are you reading this poem?
3. Are you lonely, sitting there in the stillness of the day?
4. Are you afraid, afraid of the horrible person within?
5. Or are you just trying to get away?
6. Do you have any friends?
7. A person you hold dear to your heart?
8. Where is your family?
9. Why do you not talk to them?
10. Are they too overbearing?
11. Where are you now?
12. Does this place bring you comfort?
13. Is this the special place that you go to, when you feel like things have reached
their end?
14. Have you ever wanted something so badly, you would wait a lifetime just to get it?
15. Has this been your special wish?
16. Does this wish find it's way into your sleep, manifesting itself as a dream?
17. And does this dream poke at your mind, like a little kid does the crabs probing in the sand?
18. Does this "little kid" taunt you, bring out pain formerly experienced?
19. Do you let this pain take you over?
20. Have you ever found relief, freeing you from this overwhelming pain?
21. No?
22. When it comes, will you let it wash over your body, like a hot shower in the coldest night?
23. Will you let it make the pain recede?
24. Will you open your eyes, and value the glorious people that surround you?
25. Will you finally realize that dream?
Stargirl
I am seriously reccomending this book to anyone that likes realistic fiction. The plot is intriging and it somehow reflects upon our own lives. NOTE: Khari will try to steal it as he is in love with Stargirl (a FICTIONAL character).
Update 2.0
The next Empire Souls will be released later next week complete with new character reviews and lists of their data. Weekly Qoutes, News, Words and Miscellaneous will all occur reguarly. Thanks for listening!
My Fake Book Report
“What a wonderful display of imaginative power, an exceedingly excellent tale of epic proportions, a kind hearted story formed from the basis of the complexity of teenage youth.” These quotes, taken directly from The New York Times Book Review describes one of the most popular books of 2009, How to Survive Weirdoes, by the aspiring Apple Pies, whose literary works have consistently touched the hearts of America’s youth. In his novel, Pies elaborates upon the life of the average teenager, even exploiting their social, economic and mental weaknesses.
How to Survive Weirdoes tells the story of the young Greg McCoy, an eight grader living in the small town of Hefterfield, Colorado. Greg is not what one would call the “perfect child”, as proven by his constant antics in life. He is also the bottom of his classes, which infuriates his parents to no end. Despite all of his negative qualities, Greg has a strong sense of kindness to all those around him…with the exception of Norm RaggleShamggle of course. Norm, the acclaimed “weirdo” of the town, constantly stalks and most of all annoys Greg to no possible end. It isn’t only Greg feeling this way. It is the entire school. This problem finally reaches its breaking point when Norm causes Greg to get suspended for school…for burping! Greg begins to truly hate Norm, so much in fact, that it gives him an idea. “I’ll make a book, a book on, how to survive weirdoes”.
Greg’s novel becomes a large hit with the students. Greg friends and even his parents, who originally did not approve of the book, incessantly comment on his publication skills, sparking various publishing companies to come after the boy. “We’ll give you $100,000 to publish with us. No choose us, we’ll get you a free college education!” The book is eventually published, and becomes a worldwide bestseller. Everywhere he goes now, Greg is perceived as “A God of Weirdo Saviors, A Master of Plans, and Weirdo Slayer Extraordinaire”. However, Greg soon realizes that someone is excluding themselves from celebrating his glory, his unfathomable popularity. That person just happens to be the young Norm RaggleShmaggle, who has quit school and never left the inside of his raggedy house, which has been target of toilet paper and eggs ever since the novel was made. Greg’s heart is conflicted: “What to do? I don’t want to go back to being a loser but I don’t want norm to suffer this bad” Will Greg make the right choice in helping his friend, or will he fade into the darkness of popularity? Buy the book to find out more, now being sold at local bookstores near you.
How to Survive Weirdoes tells the story of the young Greg McCoy, an eight grader living in the small town of Hefterfield, Colorado. Greg is not what one would call the “perfect child”, as proven by his constant antics in life. He is also the bottom of his classes, which infuriates his parents to no end. Despite all of his negative qualities, Greg has a strong sense of kindness to all those around him…with the exception of Norm RaggleShamggle of course. Norm, the acclaimed “weirdo” of the town, constantly stalks and most of all annoys Greg to no possible end. It isn’t only Greg feeling this way. It is the entire school. This problem finally reaches its breaking point when Norm causes Greg to get suspended for school…for burping! Greg begins to truly hate Norm, so much in fact, that it gives him an idea. “I’ll make a book, a book on, how to survive weirdoes”.
Greg’s novel becomes a large hit with the students. Greg friends and even his parents, who originally did not approve of the book, incessantly comment on his publication skills, sparking various publishing companies to come after the boy. “We’ll give you $100,000 to publish with us. No choose us, we’ll get you a free college education!” The book is eventually published, and becomes a worldwide bestseller. Everywhere he goes now, Greg is perceived as “A God of Weirdo Saviors, A Master of Plans, and Weirdo Slayer Extraordinaire”. However, Greg soon realizes that someone is excluding themselves from celebrating his glory, his unfathomable popularity. That person just happens to be the young Norm RaggleShmaggle, who has quit school and never left the inside of his raggedy house, which has been target of toilet paper and eggs ever since the novel was made. Greg’s heart is conflicted: “What to do? I don’t want to go back to being a loser but I don’t want norm to suffer this bad” Will Greg make the right choice in helping his friend, or will he fade into the darkness of popularity? Buy the book to find out more, now being sold at local bookstores near you.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Empire Souls Day 1, Enter: Ventus
Empire Souls
Day 1: Enter Ventus
Darkness and Light. Light and Darkness. Two paths, two stories, two endings. What will you choose?
He jerks forward out of his bed, sweat rolling down the side of his face like a great waterfall. His spiky hair covered his eyes, like a blanket would a freezing child. After getting the hair out of his face, he looked across the room. The room was dark but he could still see all of the items within. Posters hung at every corner of the room, a cylinder shaped dresser at the far right, a television set at the left of the room and a small electrical alarm clock on the rounded metal table to his immediate left. The floors were aligned with a 5x8 wooden tiles stretching to the outer reaches of the door. As he gets up, the door opens, with light rushing in like a great tidal wave. He shielded his eyes with his hands, as footsteps, sounding like those of a bear scuffling towards a camp full of food. Opening his eyes, he saw that it was a girl about his age. She wore a white blouse and fluorescent pink shorts. Her terra cotta red hair swayed in the wind, like a flower in the summer afternoon. She took steps forward until reaching his bed, kneeling down until they were face to face, her sky blue eyes staring back into his own azure colored eyes.
"Come on, time to get up Ven" she said, flicking him in the forehead.
"Ouch. Rukia, what was that for?" Ven asked coldly, rubbing the spot where Rukia had flicked him. Rukia got up and put her arms behind her head.
"Fine, if you wanna be like that, I guess I could've just let you sleep through your big challenge with Kai today-
"Oh crap! I need to get ready. Ugh, I can't believe I forgot!" Ven said, jumping unto his feet. He ran to the dresser, pulling out a blue zip-up hooded shirt, a white T-shirt and blue shorts. At this point Rukia crept out of the front door, giggling at the shouting made by the forever childish, yet brave Ven Hawthorne.
***
The waters of the beach rocked back and forth serenely in the background. Palm trees swayed peacefully in the breeze. A silver-haired boy was leaned against a large boulder protruding from the sands. His grey eyes scanned the area around him. He let out a sigh and paced back to the small town in the distance. He had merely taken a small step when, he heard a loud shout coming from behind him. He turned around, as he peered at the shouting figure racing towards him.
"What took you Ven?" he said, cracking the knuckles on his left hand. "I thought you weren't about to show up."
"I bet you would like that, wouldn't you Kai?" Ven retorted, exhausted from the long run to the sandy island.
"Not really, since it would mean that I couldn't have kicked your butt in front of everyone."
"If that's how you want to be, then let's get this race underway!"
Kai and Ven walked over to the giant palm tree, the waves dancing in little circles around the leaves. The boys bent down in the shadow of the monumental tree, as they stared at the finish line that lay nearly 100 paces ahead. It was there that the rest of the children on the island waited, quietly anticipating the race. Kai began to countdown from ten, as Ven took a deep breath. 7, 6…. I can do this Ven muttered, gulping as Kai continued the countdown. 4, 3…. A bead of sweat rolled down Ven's chin. 2, 1.....GO! The boys exploded out of the shade, running as if their very lives depended on it. Ven was to Kai's immediate right, though neither of them paid any attention to the other, for they only had one concern: winning. "I'm going to do it" Ven shouts, as he begins to inch farther ahead of Kai. Suddenly, he doubles over in pain and drops unto the sand. As he pulled himself up, Ven sees everybody cheering….for Kai. The crowd picks Kai up and walks him past Ven, with Kai saying "Looks like you lost again Venny", laughing as they carried him back to the town. As Ven brushes the dirt off of his clothes, his head begins throbbing and a voice calls out, stating "Never lose hope, never lose the light". The throbbing stops and Ven walks back to his hut.
Day 1: Enter Ventus
Darkness and Light. Light and Darkness. Two paths, two stories, two endings. What will you choose?
He jerks forward out of his bed, sweat rolling down the side of his face like a great waterfall. His spiky hair covered his eyes, like a blanket would a freezing child. After getting the hair out of his face, he looked across the room. The room was dark but he could still see all of the items within. Posters hung at every corner of the room, a cylinder shaped dresser at the far right, a television set at the left of the room and a small electrical alarm clock on the rounded metal table to his immediate left. The floors were aligned with a 5x8 wooden tiles stretching to the outer reaches of the door. As he gets up, the door opens, with light rushing in like a great tidal wave. He shielded his eyes with his hands, as footsteps, sounding like those of a bear scuffling towards a camp full of food. Opening his eyes, he saw that it was a girl about his age. She wore a white blouse and fluorescent pink shorts. Her terra cotta red hair swayed in the wind, like a flower in the summer afternoon. She took steps forward until reaching his bed, kneeling down until they were face to face, her sky blue eyes staring back into his own azure colored eyes.
"Come on, time to get up Ven" she said, flicking him in the forehead.
"Ouch. Rukia, what was that for?" Ven asked coldly, rubbing the spot where Rukia had flicked him. Rukia got up and put her arms behind her head.
"Fine, if you wanna be like that, I guess I could've just let you sleep through your big challenge with Kai today-
"Oh crap! I need to get ready. Ugh, I can't believe I forgot!" Ven said, jumping unto his feet. He ran to the dresser, pulling out a blue zip-up hooded shirt, a white T-shirt and blue shorts. At this point Rukia crept out of the front door, giggling at the shouting made by the forever childish, yet brave Ven Hawthorne.
***
The waters of the beach rocked back and forth serenely in the background. Palm trees swayed peacefully in the breeze. A silver-haired boy was leaned against a large boulder protruding from the sands. His grey eyes scanned the area around him. He let out a sigh and paced back to the small town in the distance. He had merely taken a small step when, he heard a loud shout coming from behind him. He turned around, as he peered at the shouting figure racing towards him.
"What took you Ven?" he said, cracking the knuckles on his left hand. "I thought you weren't about to show up."
"I bet you would like that, wouldn't you Kai?" Ven retorted, exhausted from the long run to the sandy island.
"Not really, since it would mean that I couldn't have kicked your butt in front of everyone."
"If that's how you want to be, then let's get this race underway!"
Kai and Ven walked over to the giant palm tree, the waves dancing in little circles around the leaves. The boys bent down in the shadow of the monumental tree, as they stared at the finish line that lay nearly 100 paces ahead. It was there that the rest of the children on the island waited, quietly anticipating the race. Kai began to countdown from ten, as Ven took a deep breath. 7, 6…. I can do this Ven muttered, gulping as Kai continued the countdown. 4, 3…. A bead of sweat rolled down Ven's chin. 2, 1.....GO! The boys exploded out of the shade, running as if their very lives depended on it. Ven was to Kai's immediate right, though neither of them paid any attention to the other, for they only had one concern: winning. "I'm going to do it" Ven shouts, as he begins to inch farther ahead of Kai. Suddenly, he doubles over in pain and drops unto the sand. As he pulled himself up, Ven sees everybody cheering….for Kai. The crowd picks Kai up and walks him past Ven, with Kai saying "Looks like you lost again Venny", laughing as they carried him back to the town. As Ven brushes the dirt off of his clothes, his head begins throbbing and a voice calls out, stating "Never lose hope, never lose the light". The throbbing stops and Ven walks back to his hut.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Weekly News I
-"Stargirl" by Jerry Spinelli will be made into a movie set for release later this year.
-Chris Brown was arrested last night for domestic violence charges.
-Aubrey is sick today (Hooray!)
-Last but not least, Smitty the Bear has replaced Aubrey on the Awesome Scale. Sorry Aubs (haha)
-Chris Brown was arrested last night for domestic violence charges.
-Aubrey is sick today (Hooray!)
-Last but not least, Smitty the Bear has replaced Aubrey on the Awesome Scale. Sorry Aubs (haha)
Weekly Quotes II
"Whaaaaaat!!!!!!!"
-Me after witnessing the completely random death of myself in KH2
"Coraline"
-The commercial for the new movie "Coraline" which you are all going to see.... OR ELSE!
"Anger and Hate are Supreme"
-Final Xemnas
"Poof"
-Poof from the "Fairly Oddprents"
-Me after witnessing the completely random death of myself in KH2
"Coraline"
-The commercial for the new movie "Coraline" which you are all going to see.... OR ELSE!
"Anger and Hate are Supreme"
-Final Xemnas
"Poof"
-Poof from the "Fairly Oddprents"
Update 1.0
Sorry for the inconvience these past couple of weeks! I have been insanely busy with school and home and, well, none of your buisness! Empire Souls is coming later this week with Chapters 1, 2 and hopefully 3. Thank you all for coming, and I hope I can pull it together soon.
Fake Book Report Outline
Author: Apple Pies
Publishing Company: Floopers R' Us
Pages: Too many to Count
Cost: Too Much for the Normal Person
Title: How to Survive Weirdoes!
Plot Summary: Young Greg McCoy has been living in Hefterfield for nearly 11 years. Although he's the bottom of his class and isn't what you would call the "perfect child", He is still bright nonetheless. However, he is setback by the weirdo down the street, Norm RaggleShmaggle. Norm has stalked, talked about and most importantly annoyed Greg to the point of insanity. In order to maintain his remaining sanity, Greg begins to write a guide, a guide that will not only make him more popular, but will also test his heart.
Characters:
Greg McCoy
Norm RaggleShmaggle
Ronnie & Lonnie Frawnie
Freddie Heager
Coach Mortifician
Peter Gilligan
Stew Rascal
Ur Mama
Kreiger Whatzit Toya
Publishing Company: Floopers R' Us
Pages: Too many to Count
Cost: Too Much for the Normal Person
Title: How to Survive Weirdoes!
Plot Summary: Young Greg McCoy has been living in Hefterfield for nearly 11 years. Although he's the bottom of his class and isn't what you would call the "perfect child", He is still bright nonetheless. However, he is setback by the weirdo down the street, Norm RaggleShmaggle. Norm has stalked, talked about and most importantly annoyed Greg to the point of insanity. In order to maintain his remaining sanity, Greg begins to write a guide, a guide that will not only make him more popular, but will also test his heart.
Characters:
Greg McCoy
Norm RaggleShmaggle
Ronnie & Lonnie Frawnie
Freddie Heager
Coach Mortifician
Peter Gilligan
Stew Rascal
Ur Mama
Kreiger Whatzit Toya
Thursday, February 5, 2009
After Reading Star Girl Response
* Who gave Stargirl her name?
* The novel opens with some background on one of the major characters and then the actual story starts.
* I think that the next thing that happens in the story is that Leo and Stargirl will start hanging out with each other more.
*Where did Stargirl come from?
* The novel opens with some background on one of the major characters and then the actual story starts.
* I think that the next thing that happens in the story is that Leo and Stargirl will start hanging out with each other more.
*Where did Stargirl come from?
Pre Star Girl Response
5. I am expecting this book to be about a young girl that is moving to a new school and has to face the pressures of popularity.
6. I am not sure as of now if I will enjoy this novel, I would have to read a little bit first before I can critique it.
6. I am not sure as of now if I will enjoy this novel, I would have to read a little bit first before I can critique it.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
25 Things About Me
1. I am about nearly as smart as Statt and Emma, but just dont do alot of my homework.
2. I SHOULD be studying but feel like filling this thing out.
3. I am obsessed with any combination of 13, 24 and 15.
4. The number 7 in my opinion needs to die in a ditch. It is the most...ugh I hate that number so much.
5. Religion is just a collection of tales made by old dead guys, to me.
6. When I say that I can't help smiling, I'm serious. My face just automatically smiles whenever I hear or think of something remotely funny.
7. Lanik is my proctor for Math... Woo...
8. I smile even when I don't feel happy.
9. About 75% of class, I am in my head doing something
10. Country Music needs to be destroyed, it's just, there are already so many people complaining about their life as is. We dont need a whole genre of music for it.
11. I am very, very social at home. I'm not at school cause I don't feel like dealing with a bunch of problems that would come from having alot of "friends".
12. I am against capitalism. All it does it help the rich people even more. It just plain out sucks.
13. Brianna always calls me "Newton". That just pisses me off to no end. I sometimes feel like just exploding with rage.
14. Alot of people commend me for supposedly dealing with stuff that they could never handle. Not true. Even though I dont freak out about it, doesn't mean I'm not suffering.
15. Jonas Brothers = Need to get shot. Everyone ALWAYS talks about them. It's just so annoying.
16. I have in my lifetime written almost 4 novels in my head.
17. I am somewhat of a personality analyst, meaning I'm always investigating a person's personality.
18. I get very angry, very fast. Usually, it just comes out as tears, though when I'm Ultra Mad, you people might want to stay away from me.
19. I cannot and repeat CANNOT STAND, Leah Garlock. She has been on my case about whatever it is (I don't even know what) since 7th Grade. GET OVER IT! And, she talks about me behind my back, like telling Shaela that I am a "stalker". She also is really snobby to some people in my opinion. That girl needs to take a chill pill.
20. I hate the stereotype against blondes. All of em aren't stupid.
21. Mr DeGrandis really annoys me.
22. 1st Period Science is THE awesomest class!
23. My most prized possession is my stuffed animal, Suzie, who I've had since I was three. Suzie about #3 of the top 10 things in my life.
24. I seriously hate it when people bring up embarrassing events from the past.
25. I really need to shut up and start studying :P
2. I SHOULD be studying but feel like filling this thing out.
3. I am obsessed with any combination of 13, 24 and 15.
4. The number 7 in my opinion needs to die in a ditch. It is the most...ugh I hate that number so much.
5. Religion is just a collection of tales made by old dead guys, to me.
6. When I say that I can't help smiling, I'm serious. My face just automatically smiles whenever I hear or think of something remotely funny.
7. Lanik is my proctor for Math... Woo...
8. I smile even when I don't feel happy.
9. About 75% of class, I am in my head doing something
10. Country Music needs to be destroyed, it's just, there are already so many people complaining about their life as is. We dont need a whole genre of music for it.
11. I am very, very social at home. I'm not at school cause I don't feel like dealing with a bunch of problems that would come from having alot of "friends".
12. I am against capitalism. All it does it help the rich people even more. It just plain out sucks.
13. Brianna always calls me "Newton". That just pisses me off to no end. I sometimes feel like just exploding with rage.
14. Alot of people commend me for supposedly dealing with stuff that they could never handle. Not true. Even though I dont freak out about it, doesn't mean I'm not suffering.
15. Jonas Brothers = Need to get shot. Everyone ALWAYS talks about them. It's just so annoying.
16. I have in my lifetime written almost 4 novels in my head.
17. I am somewhat of a personality analyst, meaning I'm always investigating a person's personality.
18. I get very angry, very fast. Usually, it just comes out as tears, though when I'm Ultra Mad, you people might want to stay away from me.
19. I cannot and repeat CANNOT STAND, Leah Garlock. She has been on my case about whatever it is (I don't even know what) since 7th Grade. GET OVER IT! And, she talks about me behind my back, like telling Shaela that I am a "stalker". She also is really snobby to some people in my opinion. That girl needs to take a chill pill.
20. I hate the stereotype against blondes. All of em aren't stupid.
21. Mr DeGrandis really annoys me.
22. 1st Period Science is THE awesomest class!
23. My most prized possession is my stuffed animal, Suzie, who I've had since I was three. Suzie about #3 of the top 10 things in my life.
24. I seriously hate it when people bring up embarrassing events from the past.
25. I really need to shut up and start studying :P
Monday, January 26, 2009
Weirdest Dream
1. Xemnas turned into Aubrey, who had all of his evils and power.
2. Zach and Khari were obliterated by Aubs.
3. This whole thing took place in KH2
4. I had to play as Sora to kill Xaubrey
5. xaubrey got stabbed a multitude of times with the Keyblade
6. I won
2. Zach and Khari were obliterated by Aubs.
3. This whole thing took place in KH2
4. I had to play as Sora to kill Xaubrey
5. xaubrey got stabbed a multitude of times with the Keyblade
6. I won
Sunday, January 25, 2009
ES: Teaser 1
"Who are you?"
"The being of events predetermined, and one from events changed. I am the dark."
"Wh-what do you want?"
"I want..."
"The being of events predetermined, and one from events changed. I am the dark."
"Wh-what do you want?"
"I want..."
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Why Kh: Re COM Sucks
1. Sora loses ALL of his abilities
2. Marluxia is in it
3. You have to attack with cards
4. If you have no cards, you DIE
5. Can't change the Keyblade
6. Sora looks weird on the box cover
7. Xehanort is in it (AGAIN!)
8. No fight vs Roxas
9. Sora loses his memories
10. You have to beat Sora's story to get Riku's
11. When starting Riku's, you have no cards....Again
2. Marluxia is in it
3. You have to attack with cards
4. If you have no cards, you DIE
5. Can't change the Keyblade
6. Sora looks weird on the box cover
7. Xehanort is in it (AGAIN!)
8. No fight vs Roxas
9. Sora loses his memories
10. You have to beat Sora's story to get Riku's
11. When starting Riku's, you have no cards....Again
My Favorite Vid Games
1. Kingdom Hearts II
2. Dragonball Z BT3
3. Naruto Ultimate Ninja 3
4. Guitar Hero
5. Final Fantasy
6. Pokemon Pearl
7. Pokemon Mystery Dungoen: Explorers of Time
8. Spyro
9. Zelda
2. Dragonball Z BT3
3. Naruto Ultimate Ninja 3
4. Guitar Hero
5. Final Fantasy
6. Pokemon Pearl
7. Pokemon Mystery Dungoen: Explorers of Time
8. Spyro
9. Zelda
Words of the Week
Hubris- an egotistical maniac
Tragic Hero- a hero that suffers at the end of their story
Obamarama- term used to identify celebrations involving Barack Obama
Nihility- nothingness, nonexistence
Infinite- ever-lasting
Evanescence- fade away (also musical artists, made "Bring Me to Life")
Rancor- deep anger and ill will
Tragic Hero- a hero that suffers at the end of their story
Obamarama- term used to identify celebrations involving Barack Obama
Nihility- nothingness, nonexistence
Infinite- ever-lasting
Evanescence- fade away (also musical artists, made "Bring Me to Life")
Rancor- deep anger and ill will
Weekly Quotes 1
"Shut up"
-Cloud and Roxas
"Kay"
-Aubrey Grube
"I'm a goofy-goober!"
-Spongebob Squarepants
"I hate capitalism"
-Khari Johnson
"Its Peanut Butter Jelly Time!"
-Brian Griffin
-Cloud and Roxas
"Kay"
-Aubrey Grube
"I'm a goofy-goober!"
-Spongebob Squarepants
"I hate capitalism"
-Khari Johnson
"Its Peanut Butter Jelly Time!"
-Brian Griffin
Enter: Empire Souls!
Playing KH2 has inspired me to make my own story. While some elements are similar, mine has its own unique twists and turns. So from now on, expect a weekly chapter in the Empire Souls Collection. I'll even try to make a manga!!!! (With the help of a Visual Artist, of course)
Promise
My newest resolution. To make this my journal and to update it daily! Thank you to my supporters, of whom there are so many of. <_>
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