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...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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.
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