Hey, oh my goodness! I can't believe it is over! I will miss all my friends that i have made and even the people that i didnt talk to much. I love you all! Especially alissa and justin! You guys are the best people ever! I want to say the same thing as cynthia. here is my phone number: 702-372-5055. Please call and leave a messege saying who you are! Dont text because i dont have unlimited texts and i am almost over my limit! Thank you all for the best three weeks of my life!
Love, hannah L.
Ps- are we allowed to write on this blog after the summer, too? Just to keep in touch? Also- NO PRANK CALLS!!!
Have a great rest of summer and school year!!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
last blog
I am guessing that this is the last Blog because I saw everyone’s blogs just now. Anyway, I am sorry to say that sage I almost over, I wish that it could last this whole summer. I met some of the best’s friends I would ever have. Thank you for making this one of the best summers I have ever had. Thank you all for teaching me to be a better writer than I was 3 weeks ago. I hope to see you all next summer.
-Love Cynthia
P.S. Let’s stay in touch; this is my number, 3540107. And please no prank calls please (I take things very literally) :) Sorry I couldn’t be there today I was a little sick. Oh, and I almost forgot but Happy Birthday Ben!
Happy birthday Ben
Bell
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What was used by Paul Revere to warn the British that America was going to attack. USA USA!
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A bell is a simple musical instrument. Most bells are made of metal. Bells are also in Churches to decipher the time between hours.
What was used by Paul Revere to warn the British that America was going to attack. USA USA!
Birthday Blog
Original:
Happy Birthday to you,
You live in a zoo,
You look like a monkey...
And you smell like one too!
Song:
Happy Birthday we say,
We all shout hooray,
But then when we see you...
We will all shout out Nay.
Poem:
On this day that you were born,
It will tell tales that are forloarn,
On this day there will be happy,
And it is rather sappy.
On this day years from now,
You may die, but how?
Is it from a faithful dagger,
A dangerous cliff that you stagger,
A wife that was a nagger,
From a kid that was just a tagger.
But one day the days will end,
And that is truth my dear friend.
(it was supposed to be Dark Poetry, I know that I kind of failed though)
Happy Birthday to you,
You live in a zoo,
You look like a monkey...
And you smell like one too!
Song:
Happy Birthday we say,
We all shout hooray,
But then when we see you...
We will all shout out Nay.
Poem:
On this day that you were born,
It will tell tales that are forloarn,
On this day there will be happy,
And it is rather sappy.
On this day years from now,
You may die, but how?
Is it from a faithful dagger,
A dangerous cliff that you stagger,
A wife that was a nagger,
From a kid that was just a tagger.
But one day the days will end,
And that is truth my dear friend.
(it was supposed to be Dark Poetry, I know that I kind of failed though)
Birthday Party, Mayne!!!!!!
Dear SAGE Idols:
Some business before you come to Ben's Birthday Party at 10am:
1) PLEASE PRINT OUT PORTFOLIO #6 AND #7 IF YOU HAVEN'T YET! IF YOU'VE EMAILED IT BUT HAVE NOT PRINTED IT OUT AND HANDED ME A HARD COPY, DO IT NOW!!!
2) *Be Sure* that you have a PRINTED copy of whatever you are reading today for the class reading performance. If you think you have a printed copy, you should print another copy just in case! If you know you have a printed copy, you should print another copy just in case!
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| David is not invited to the party...sorry everyone. |
3) Below, there are some birthday links; play around, you might be able to use some of the facts you find out as details in a story:
a) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_birthday_songs (scroll all the way down past the phrases in different languages for a list of different songs about birthdays you can listen to).
b) What are the best original lyrics sung to the tune of "Happy Birthday to You" that you can come up with?
c) http://www.thisdayinmusic.com/birthdayno1
go here to see what song was #1 on your birthday
d) read some famous quotes about birthdays here: http://www.great-quotes.com/quotes/category/Birthday
e) find out which famous people were born on your birthday: http://www.famousbirthdays.com/welcome.html
f) http://www.paulsadowski.org/BirthDay.asp
put your birthday into the date boxes, click submit, and read neat information about your birthday
g) check out the different types of poetry on this page: http://www.types-of-poetry.org.uk/
and then try writing a birthday poem in a particular style (or as many as you like!)
Have fun in your last hour ever of SAGE 2011 Computer Lab!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The last, last, last, last, last, last blog
I am going to miss this class so much. I enjoyed everybody's company, including Alissa and Justin. This was probably the most fun thing I have done this summer(Elevator). Thank you everybody, for making this writing program even better. I will miss everyone and this will be in my heart forever(Thank you mom for bringing me here). Have a great rest of the summer(try not to get too much starbucks).
The End
It's the end of sage. I am sad, but I don't regret anything I did in sage. Thank you Alissa and Justin for being the best teachers ever! Thank you my classmates for being so awesome! I'm gonna miss you all! I learned a lot in sage, and it improved my writing so much. Thank you and goodbye.
-Ben Yao
Good Bye Sage
So sad this has to end. It truly was a great experience and I will never forget it (unless I hit my head and suffer extreme trauma). Thank you to everybody for making this great. Goodbye . )-:
Robert F
GOOD BYE! TYLER RULES!
So sorry this has to end. I have loved sage during this entire time, but most of all I loved the teachers. Alyssa and Justin, you ROCK! You always were patient with us no matter how noisy we were and even i can tell you that is EXTREMELY hard. Thank you so much for being our teachers and being our friends. I love the writing we did and all these opportunities we had to become better writers. I will miss all of you guys and i hope that you are coming back next year!!
Bye SAGE :(
Bye SAGE! I'll miss everyone! I'm so sad that this has to end :( The past 3 weeks have been a blast! Thank you Alissa and Justin for making this class amazing! I loved all the activities we got to do. I hope we see each other soon, it was a good experience.
SAGE FINAL BLOG :(
I am sad that these fun-filled three weeks has come to an end. I have loved every single moment of this educational experience. I just want to say thank you to Alissa and Justin for being AWESOME teachers and always having fun activities. Also thanks to my amazing classmates who I have gotten so close to! I hope that we all can keep in touch until next summer. I have learned so much and I had a blast doing it. The time has flown and I will miss you all so much!
SAGE is amazing and I am so grateful to be a part of it! I love you all!!!!!! I will miss you all!!! Have a good rest of the summer.......Hannah :)
SAGE is amazing and I am so grateful to be a part of it! I love you all!!!!!! I will miss you all!!! Have a good rest of the summer.......Hannah :)
Almost Farewell
Well, this class is ending and I am very excited to sleep in this weekend. But I will also miss some of the people I met over the past three weeks. I enjoyed coming to class and learning how to be a better writer. This class has helped me to become a better student overall. I am glad I had this experience at the SAGE program.
(:
P.S. Colored blog posts are awesome.
(:
P.S. Colored blog posts are awesome.
To be honest, I believe that this class has definitely improved my writing. It's not particularly often when you get to talk with other writers, especially at a school focused on math and science. It was great to get some actual workshopping done rather then a few comments of 'oh, your writing is good'. I've made plenty of friends here and definitely had a better time in a few weeks then I did during the majority of seventh grade. The environment is a lot friendlier and overall I've enjoyed meeting everyone here.
Here's to hoping we all end up at SAGE again.
Here's to hoping we all end up at SAGE again.
I dashed through the fresh, Alaskan snow, nose pointed toward the bright, blue sky. The sun shone down upon the team, Anish, and I and glinted on the ice. It was about 5 below zero, the perfect temperature for an Iditorard journey.
"Whoah, Kali!" Anish called from behind the dog sled. I soon had the team brought to a stop underneath a tall grove of pine trees, Anish unhitched us from the sled and cooked salmon for our pleasure. I guzzled my portion down and walked over to Anish, who was now boiling snow in his metal bucket. "Who's my good boy?" "Huh?" cooed Anish as I barked with excitement and snuggled my head into his lap. Anish smiled and lay down on an ice chunk, I cuddled by his side and stared up at the sky. I was a lucky dog. Nobody could tell, but I was smiling too.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Whoah, Kali!" Anish called from behind the dog sled. I soon had the team brought to a stop underneath a tall grove of pine trees, Anish unhitched us from the sled and cooked salmon for our pleasure. I guzzled my portion down and walked over to Anish, who was now boiling snow in his metal bucket. "Who's my good boy?" "Huh?" cooed Anish as I barked with excitement and snuggled my head into his lap. Anish smiled and lay down on an ice chunk, I cuddled by his side and stared up at the sky. I was a lucky dog. Nobody could tell, but I was smiling too.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I just want to say that I have had a wonderful time in this class. I love everybodys personality, and everyones individual writing style. It has been a privilege to work with you all and I'm glad I stayed in this class. I hope that all of our paths cross again someday. Rock on, sincerely Jeri Rose Mallory.
free blog
I kept close to the wall so I wouldn’t be eaten up by the bustling crowd. My instincts told me to run and run fast, but I don’t run from fights. Sooner or later they would discover I wasn’t one of them, that I wasn’t that revolutionary new species they called themselves, or that I was planning to destroy them all this very night.
Sorry I just thought of that and absolutely had to write it down. Anyway, I really enjoyed this class, and got so much out of it. I really didn't know I could write so well since school gives boring topics. I wanted to thank my teachers or professers for everything they've taught me. I hope I will keep on remembering this memory for years to come.
Sorry I just thought of that and absolutely had to write it down. Anyway, I really enjoyed this class, and got so much out of it. I really didn't know I could write so well since school gives boring topics. I wanted to thank my teachers or professers for everything they've taught me. I hope I will keep on remembering this memory for years to come.
We are FREE
This has been the best experiance ever! I loved ever second of it. It has taught me so much, and gave me a great amount of joy, I really never want it to end. There has been so much that I want to say, that I just cant get it into words. I have meet wonderful people, made supurb friendships and had been stuffed to the brim with knoledge. I think that it has been amazing just getting to know all of you. I hope you all have a wonderful life.
(Didn't think I could write something nice did ya?)
(Didn't think I could write something nice did ya?)
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Last impressions
I think that this class was very informative and it inspired me to write more often. Daily writing exercises and longer portfolio assignments improved my skills. The classes were very fun and creative, as well, such as the Sidewalk Haiku and the describing scents sessions. The books that were distributed taught me a lot. I enjoyed this class immensely.
Tuesday's Lab Assignments
Hello Everyone! There is no blog assignment today; instead I need you to do the following:
-email Justin the piece you want in the literary journal (hint: be sure to revise for spelling and grammar!) The deadline for this is tonight at midnight.
-email me (nuttinga@unlv.nevada.edu) or Justin the piece that you're going to be reading for the class reading. If it is hand-written and turned in, email me a description of it so I can get it back to you immediately and look it over and approve it. The deadline for this is tonight at midnight.
-read your classmates' posted plot assignments #4-9. The deadline for this is tonight at midnight.
-if you HAVEN'T printed off your Portfolio #6 (due today), print it off and have it for me when we go back to the classroom.
-work on Portfolio #7 (due tomorrow). We do not have access to the lab this afternoon, so use your time wisely!
-email Justin the piece you want in the literary journal (hint: be sure to revise for spelling and grammar!) The deadline for this is tonight at midnight.
-email me (nuttinga@unlv.nevada.edu) or Justin the piece that you're going to be reading for the class reading. If it is hand-written and turned in, email me a description of it so I can get it back to you immediately and look it over and approve it. The deadline for this is tonight at midnight.
-read your classmates' posted plot assignments #4-9. The deadline for this is tonight at midnight.
-if you HAVEN'T printed off your Portfolio #6 (due today), print it off and have it for me when we go back to the classroom.
-work on Portfolio #7 (due tomorrow). We do not have access to the lab this afternoon, so use your time wisely!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Emilie; Blog 10; Plot #19: Ascension Plot; Sinner to Saint
“Get your face out of my way, punk!” I bawled shoving him down with an aggressive blow.
I hadn’t even gotten 20 ft away when a sickening feeling got the best of me; I felt like I was going to barf, but not puke; sins. It took control of my mind and body, turned me around, and walked me in the direction of the young kid. Scooping him gently in my arms, I softly apologized and asked him where he lived.
Robert, plot #15, Forbidden Love
(Previously in the story, Michael Dewitt, Father of Mark, has died. Michael never allowed Mark to see his love, Jessica.)
MARK: My love, come to me, embrace me. We are free to love each other.
JESSICA: No, I can't. I won't.
MARK: Why, why not?
JESSICA: I will not allow the death of your father become a positive.
MARK: My love, what has he ever done for us?
JESSICA: What are you saying!?! This is your father!
MARK: He never did anything for us!
JESSICA: Who are you!?! Where's the man I fell in love with!?!
MARK: I'm right here, my love.
JESSICA: No, you've changed. You've turned into a monster! A heartless, evil monster who only cares about himself.
Mark slaps Jessica across the face
MARK: Don't you ever talk about me like that again!
JESSICA: I hate you!
MARK: Come here!
Mark grabs her
JESSICA: Unhand me you scoundrel!
Jessica begins squealing around in his arms
MARK: Who you calling a scoundrel!?!
Mark shoves her to the ground
To be continued...
MARK: My love, come to me, embrace me. We are free to love each other.
JESSICA: No, I can't. I won't.
MARK: Why, why not?
JESSICA: I will not allow the death of your father become a positive.
MARK: My love, what has he ever done for us?
JESSICA: What are you saying!?! This is your father!
MARK: He never did anything for us!
JESSICA: Who are you!?! Where's the man I fell in love with!?!
MARK: I'm right here, my love.
JESSICA: No, you've changed. You've turned into a monster! A heartless, evil monster who only cares about himself.
Mark slaps Jessica across the face
MARK: Don't you ever talk about me like that again!
JESSICA: I hate you!
MARK: Come here!
Mark grabs her
JESSICA: Unhand me you scoundrel!
Jessica begins squealing around in his arms
MARK: Who you calling a scoundrel!?!
Mark shoves her to the ground
To be continued...
Tyler, 10, Temptation
A simple gaze can't hold the mind of a strong minded person, right? Wrong. Wrong by far. Her gaze held me and even though i knew i was going to die, my eyes could not leave her gaze and my limbs not move towards her. She lay upon the couch with one hand on her hip and another on her head. Her voice was like silk and every word that escaped from her fanged teeth urged me to obey.
"Take off the mask." She whispered seductively. Though i was already in love I wanted nothing more than to lie in her bed with her night after night after night, and I obeyed. I shed the black ski mask and as I did she burst into tears. The spell wore off when she broke eye contact and I no longer saw the sexy, beautiful, and scantily clad woman that lay on the couch. This time I saw a woman, still beautiful, but in a much more natural way with tear stains down her cheeks. I no longer wanted to go to bed with her but to comfort her and that i did. I rushed to her side and held her close, at first she resisted me but i was persistent. She finally succumbed and melted into me. Her head sat upon my shoulders and i wouldn't have let go but eventually she gently pushed me away. She stood, and surprised me with an apology.
"Sorry but you reminded me of a man i once knew." she sniffed.
"What happened to him?" I asked, with true sincerity, and not because my life was on the line.
"He is dead. I killed him, with absolutely no guilt in my heart. He cheated on me. Destroying my heart for love, but you may go to enjoy yours." she flicked her hand and the door opened and the sun had risen. A ray of sunlight fell upon her perfect skin and she screamed. I ran forward to block the sun from her body and she held me tight in front of her. I rushed her to the shade and closed the door. I held her in my lap and before she blacked out she smiled and said,
"Thank you. You are not Devin, his heart was polluted and your pure.
Miriam, #13, Maturation
Looking back at the closed door made me feel that I no longer had a choice. Like life for me only had one path. It felt like all the love and happiness that my family shared just walked out with my mother. Because I knew that with my dad and his girlfriend, the sun won’t shine as bright anymore and the moon won’t glow as much. I could swear a blanket of darkness was suffocating me, and I could no longer breathe.
I ran outside struggling to get a hold of myself. My lungs searched the air for a hint of water, but everything was dry. Staggering I lost my footing and fell to the ground weeping. Mother was the one thing that kept me breathing, believing that life wasn’t so bad. But she’s gone now, and there’s nothing left to keep me going. People would say the only solution is death, but I disagree.
My mom might have left and took things, but she didn’t take everything. She left some of her independence just for me. I knew from that point on I didn’t have anyone to lean on anymore. I knew from that point I would have to find a way to be independent. Just for Mom.
I ran outside struggling to get a hold of myself. My lungs searched the air for a hint of water, but everything was dry. Staggering I lost my footing and fell to the ground weeping. Mother was the one thing that kept me breathing, believing that life wasn’t so bad. But she’s gone now, and there’s nothing left to keep me going. People would say the only solution is death, but I disagree.
My mom might have left and took things, but she didn’t take everything. She left some of her independence just for me. I knew from that point on I didn’t have anyone to lean on anymore. I knew from that point I would have to find a way to be independent. Just for Mom.
Cynthia, Plot #6, revenge
5 months ago
“I am warning you John, if you put one finger on her you are going to pay.”
“Chill, what are you? Her dad?” he chuckles. I won’t do anything to hurt her. You know me.”
“That is why I am warning you.” Chris sighs. “Just be gentle with her”
“Why are you telling me this? Do you have a crush on the lady? Are you too scared to ask her out?” He said, sounding like a five year old.
“We are just friends, you know that.”
“So what, I know you’ve been friends for who know how long. Just do it. But not when I am her lover.”
“If you break her, I will break you.” said Christopher, warning him.
“Oo I am so scared. John said walking away from Chris.
5 months later
“Hey Chris” said Jenna
“Hey”
“So, guess where john is taking me to our 5 month anniversary”
“I do not know, where?” I said heartbroken. They were still going out.
“I am truly not sure, I thought you would know.”
“No, sorry”
“Oh, there he is now, thanks anyway” she said running away from me, and running towards John. It has been 5 months as of today that Jenna was going out with John. I wish that she would just realize that he is not the best person to spend your whole life with. I might be being over dramatic about this, but it is true.
Chapter 2
As I sit in my comfortable bed, doing my homework I hear a doorbell. “Who would be knocking and ringing the doorbell at this time” I said to myself.
“Go back to bed mom” I said to my mom when I saw her opening her door. I ran down the stairs and opened the door.
“Jenna” I said quizzically. Her face was red like a tomato, she had been crying. “What is it, what is wrong?”
“He broke up with me, John.” Her voice was cracking and I could tell that she was in a lot of pain.
“Come in” I said. I led her to the living room and got her some hot chocolate. That always helped me. “So what happened, did he hurt you?” I asked. I looked into her deep chocolate brown eyes.
“He broke up with me. I thought we were perfect for each other.” She began to cry. I felt so bad for her. And I knew what she was going through; I have been going through that my entire life.
“Jenna, he wasn’t right for you. If he is the one to brake up with you, then it is his loss. You are beautiful, talented, smart young women. Any man on this earth would be lucky to have a girl like you.
“Thanks Chris, you always know what to say”, she said, resting her head on my shoulder. She then walked out the door to go home. “I warned him, I told john straight up that if he hurts her, he is going to pay. Well, now he is going to take a taste of his own medicine. He is going to taste it tonight.” He said to himself as he walked out the door.
“I am warning you John, if you put one finger on her you are going to pay.”
“Chill, what are you? Her dad?” he chuckles. I won’t do anything to hurt her. You know me.”
“That is why I am warning you.” Chris sighs. “Just be gentle with her”
“Why are you telling me this? Do you have a crush on the lady? Are you too scared to ask her out?” He said, sounding like a five year old.
“We are just friends, you know that.”
“So what, I know you’ve been friends for who know how long. Just do it. But not when I am her lover.”
“If you break her, I will break you.” said Christopher, warning him.
“Oo I am so scared. John said walking away from Chris.
5 months later
“Hey Chris” said Jenna
“Hey”
“So, guess where john is taking me to our 5 month anniversary”
“I do not know, where?” I said heartbroken. They were still going out.
“I am truly not sure, I thought you would know.”
“No, sorry”
“Oh, there he is now, thanks anyway” she said running away from me, and running towards John. It has been 5 months as of today that Jenna was going out with John. I wish that she would just realize that he is not the best person to spend your whole life with. I might be being over dramatic about this, but it is true.
Chapter 2
As I sit in my comfortable bed, doing my homework I hear a doorbell. “Who would be knocking and ringing the doorbell at this time” I said to myself.
“Go back to bed mom” I said to my mom when I saw her opening her door. I ran down the stairs and opened the door.
“Jenna” I said quizzically. Her face was red like a tomato, she had been crying. “What is it, what is wrong?”
“He broke up with me, John.” Her voice was cracking and I could tell that she was in a lot of pain.
“Come in” I said. I led her to the living room and got her some hot chocolate. That always helped me. “So what happened, did he hurt you?” I asked. I looked into her deep chocolate brown eyes.
“He broke up with me. I thought we were perfect for each other.” She began to cry. I felt so bad for her. And I knew what she was going through; I have been going through that my entire life.
“Jenna, he wasn’t right for you. If he is the one to brake up with you, then it is his loss. You are beautiful, talented, smart young women. Any man on this earth would be lucky to have a girl like you.
“Thanks Chris, you always know what to say”, she said, resting her head on my shoulder. She then walked out the door to go home. “I warned him, I told john straight up that if he hurts her, he is going to pay. Well, now he is going to take a taste of his own medicine. He is going to taste it tonight.” He said to himself as he walked out the door.
Sara, Plot #4, Rescue
The teacher of an institute speaks out against the government’s brutal invasions of surrounding countries. One day, he disappears, leaving only a map with a sketched path. His students believe that the government has kidnapped him and follow the map’s path to rescue him. In this scene, his students have almost reached the end of the sketched path.
The morning sun shone upon the three travelers sleeping under the forest’s thick canopy. Jon woke with a yawn. He stood and began to prepare breakfast using the eggs that they had stolen yesterday. Soon a pot of boiling water was merrily splashing above a roaring fire. Vic and Shelia both stirred. “Good morning,” Jon greeted them.
Vic grunted, sat up, and then collapsed back onto his grass sleeping pad. Shelia stood and poked Vic in the side with her finger. “Get up, sleepyhead. If we hurry we should be able to reach Teacher by nightfall.”
By now the eggs had finished boiling. Jon poured the water out and handed Vic and Shelia an egg each. “If we’re going to rescue Teacher, we need our strength and wits. Eat up.”
About half an hour later, the students were ready to leave. Jon led the other two through the dense forest, scanning the map every other minute. The forest which they had trekked through for days was starting to thin. Soon Jon came to a fast flowing, wide river. The water crashed dangerously against the sharp, jagged rocks in the riverbed. “We won’t be able to cross the river without killing ourselves. Why don’t we look for a bridge?” Shelia suggested.
They hiked farther downstream. Suddenly, Vic came to a halt. “What?” Jon asked.
Vic pointed through the trees. “Soldiers,” he whispered. Indeed, two men clothed in green coats were standing at attention, guarding the bridge.
“We’ll have to go back upstream and look for another bridge,” Shelia said.
“No. There are probably soldiers at every crossing point at this river.” Jon replied. They trekked back up to the point where they first saw the river.
“Do we have rope?” Vic asked, breaking the silence. Puzzled, Jon opened his knapsack and handed Vic a thick cord. Vic put it on the ground, measuring its length. Then he nodded. “I’m going to have to cross the river,” he said.
“What?!? It’s too dangerous!” Shelia cried.
“No, I’m the biggest and strongest. I can cross the river and tie this rope to a tree over there. Jon, you tie the other end to this tree here.” Vic pointed to a tall beech tree near the riverbank. “Then you can pull yourself across the river using the taut rope,” he continued.
“Are you sure you can cross the river?” Jon asked.
“That’s the only way we’re going to rescue Teacher.” Vic replied. After Jon had tied an end of the rope securely to the beech tree, Vic grasped the other end and jumped into the river.
Clarice, Plot #11, Metamorphosis
In a small town the wind howled and the rain battered down. Crystal sang on the gloomy days and tried to cheer everybody up. She was the sunshine of the town. Her best friend left to go find her father in the woods. She hasn’t been back for 3 days so Crystal went out to look for her. The woods had a sense of fright and odd sounds. Crystal saw a wood house in the distance; it was very old and intimidating. Her best friend meant a lot to her so she would give up her life to save her. Crystal walked slowly to the cabin; the rain pounded her skin and the house. She lightly tapped the door with her fist.
“H-Hello? Is anyone there?”
From inside she heard a cranky and grouchy voice. “What do you want, leave or breathe your last breath.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to bother you sir, I’m just looking for my friend, have you seen a girl with blond hair and with a white dress?” her voice had a strike of terror.
“No, please leave.”
“But I really need-” Crystal was interrupted. The door flippantly opened and something grabbed her. She fainted because he scratched her while he grabbed her. The creature lay her down and let her sleep. He looked at his hands, or claws. Disappointed in himself he wept knowing he was a monster and would never experience love. In the mirror he saw an ugly disgusting creature, a head of an ox and a body of a white tiger.
Crystal awoke in a comfy warm bed. She immediately jumped up and had panic in her eyes.
“WHERE AM I?!” she screamed as loud as she could. The creature slowly walked in. “I’m sorry miss, but thi-this is who I am. I’ve been cursed by a man that hated me. I-I’ve been like this for 5 years. I bullied him as a child; I regret it I really do. On-only if I feel love I can fix this. I need your help p-please don’t be frightened.” He stuttered afraid of what she was going to do next. Her eyes softened. “I will help you but you can’t kidnap me, it’ll be my choice to be here or not.” still in shock she didn't know what to feel. She felt slight hatred but provided understanding for the poor creature. She decided to help him.
They willingly talked and had compassion. She focused on his life and not hers and forgot about her friend. The woman had started to adore him for his kindness. The creature started feeling the same way, his body returned as a buff man, but his head still as an ox. The man did nothing to harm her and loved Crystal. She never knew she’d fall for a monster but she learned not everything is about looks just personality. They loved each other so much, and suddenly after 5 days his head was back. The man was handsome and the woman gasped. They hugged each other tightly; she whispered “I’ll love you, either way.” They both cried and the woman fell to the ground. She departed from the earth and he now realized it was a part of breaking the curse. The man couldn’t bear to live without her, since it was his fault that she was gone, he took his life just to be with her. Love is so powerful, it can fix, it can break, it can change. But no matter what Crystal and the man never stopped loving each other.
Kaylan, Plot #16, Sacrifice
Exercise: Write the opening scene to set up the main character.
Plot Summary: Marie is the daughter of a plantation owner and treats slaves as you'd think she would - with disdain. This all changes when she meets a young slave who teaches her about life and how the world works outside of the plantation, until desperation strikes and the impossible has to occur.
The dress may have been stuffy, but it was the normal thing to wear at the time. Covered with frills and ribbons, Marie couldn't help but grimace a little at the stifling heat as she tied it in the back. It was abominably hot, and would be even more so once she stepped outside. Stumbling down the staircase, she knew that her mother would still be in the room and the majority of the workers and slaves would be outside, toiling away in the fields. This was how things normally occured, and, according to her father, how things were going to stay. Even with dissent brewing, her father's plantation still remained relatively quiet and normal.
The heat and humidity hit her like a slap in the face as soon as she shut the door to the house. Well, that was still normal. Just as hot and sticky as always. She made her way down the steps and onto the dirt. Some days it amazed her, how anything grew in this humid environment. But cotton did most definitely grow, and she could see plenty of it from her view of the fields. This was the product that the entire South was practically built on, and there was no reason they would stop producing it now.
Approaching the fields lended her a good view of how extensive they were. Her father did own quite a bit of land, and his wasn't even the largest plantation. In fact, this was one of the smaller ones. They were constantly expanding, though, and there was always some new project. Marie moved closer to the first lines of cotton, not even sparing a glance at the slaves toiling. Overseers paced through the rows of cotton, yelling. She maneuvered around the outside of the biggest field. A few slaves glanced up at her but quickly returned their focuses to their work. Marie barely even noticed, rarely ever looking down.
They weren't anything of notice, after all. Just more of her father's property.
Plot Summary: Marie is the daughter of a plantation owner and treats slaves as you'd think she would - with disdain. This all changes when she meets a young slave who teaches her about life and how the world works outside of the plantation, until desperation strikes and the impossible has to occur.
The dress may have been stuffy, but it was the normal thing to wear at the time. Covered with frills and ribbons, Marie couldn't help but grimace a little at the stifling heat as she tied it in the back. It was abominably hot, and would be even more so once she stepped outside. Stumbling down the staircase, she knew that her mother would still be in the room and the majority of the workers and slaves would be outside, toiling away in the fields. This was how things normally occured, and, according to her father, how things were going to stay. Even with dissent brewing, her father's plantation still remained relatively quiet and normal.
The heat and humidity hit her like a slap in the face as soon as she shut the door to the house. Well, that was still normal. Just as hot and sticky as always. She made her way down the steps and onto the dirt. Some days it amazed her, how anything grew in this humid environment. But cotton did most definitely grow, and she could see plenty of it from her view of the fields. This was the product that the entire South was practically built on, and there was no reason they would stop producing it now.
Approaching the fields lended her a good view of how extensive they were. Her father did own quite a bit of land, and his wasn't even the largest plantation. In fact, this was one of the smaller ones. They were constantly expanding, though, and there was always some new project. Marie moved closer to the first lines of cotton, not even sparing a glance at the slaves toiling. Overseers paced through the rows of cotton, yelling. She maneuvered around the outside of the biggest field. A few slaves glanced up at her but quickly returned their focuses to their work. Marie barely even noticed, rarely ever looking down.
They weren't anything of notice, after all. Just more of her father's property.
Jonah, Plot 5, Escape
Rick Allen is stuck in the back of a limo with two terrorists in the front seat.
I sink my head back into the padded velvet cushion below. The limo is bright, filled with glamorous from the Las Vegas Strip. I realize that this is the last time that I will see the luxury life of the city.
The black divider between the back of the limo and the driver's area is secured tight.
"They must be talking about their next plots," I think to myself. I look around for any way to escape. The limo doors are not only locked, but they also have padlocks on them to ensure maximum security. I look to the windows.
"The windows look like they could be easily shattered with a hard punch," I convince myself. Slowly, I take off my shirt, looking at my twenty-six year old stomach. "I need to start working out again," I joke to myself as i wrap the shirt around my right fist in a bunch.
"When the limo comes to a stop, I'm gone," I think to myself confidently. As the limo pulls up to the approaching red light, I look around to see the Luxor to my immediate right. I look around Las Vegas Boulevard, its lanes are packed with cars from all over Las Vegas.
"Not surprising for a Friday night," I think. When the car comes to a complete stop, I make my move. I turn around and thrust my fist against the window. The glass shatters into the back seat, and I dive out of the luxurious car. As I pick myself up from the fall, my face is nearly met with the grill of a taxi. The foreigner yells words that I can't understand, and he flips me off. I start sprinting away from the taxi, weaving through cars and narrow paths. Meeting the sidewalk, I turn around. The first terrorist is chasing after me, his gun drawn. The second is reloading his .44 Magnum. Again, I start to sprint through the heavy terrorist trap, knocking into all sorts of people.
As I meet the luxor, I run through the heavy doors and into the lobby. Looking for a place to go, I choose the elevator. I dive in just as the doors are shutting. The array of people offer strange looks.
"Was that necessary?! You're acting like you're being chased by terrorists!" a middle-man scolds. As the doors open to the second floor, I sprint off, hearing the man curse behind me. I run down the long corridor to the left. I burst into a random door, hoping that nobody is in the room. Nobody is. I walk to the far side of the room and reach for the phone. As I grab the receiver, I hear two voices outside-- I immediately drop to the floor. Praying that they won't come into the room, I hear two gun shots. I gasp and jog to the far side of the room. I slowly grab the handle of the door. Twisting the handle, I see two dead bodies. Both terrorists lay dead in pools of blood.
Nobody else is around.
I sink my head back into the padded velvet cushion below. The limo is bright, filled with glamorous from the Las Vegas Strip. I realize that this is the last time that I will see the luxury life of the city.
The black divider between the back of the limo and the driver's area is secured tight.
"They must be talking about their next plots," I think to myself. I look around for any way to escape. The limo doors are not only locked, but they also have padlocks on them to ensure maximum security. I look to the windows.
"The windows look like they could be easily shattered with a hard punch," I convince myself. Slowly, I take off my shirt, looking at my twenty-six year old stomach. "I need to start working out again," I joke to myself as i wrap the shirt around my right fist in a bunch.
"When the limo comes to a stop, I'm gone," I think to myself confidently. As the limo pulls up to the approaching red light, I look around to see the Luxor to my immediate right. I look around Las Vegas Boulevard, its lanes are packed with cars from all over Las Vegas.
"Not surprising for a Friday night," I think. When the car comes to a complete stop, I make my move. I turn around and thrust my fist against the window. The glass shatters into the back seat, and I dive out of the luxurious car. As I pick myself up from the fall, my face is nearly met with the grill of a taxi. The foreigner yells words that I can't understand, and he flips me off. I start sprinting away from the taxi, weaving through cars and narrow paths. Meeting the sidewalk, I turn around. The first terrorist is chasing after me, his gun drawn. The second is reloading his .44 Magnum. Again, I start to sprint through the heavy terrorist trap, knocking into all sorts of people.
As I meet the luxor, I run through the heavy doors and into the lobby. Looking for a place to go, I choose the elevator. I dive in just as the doors are shutting. The array of people offer strange looks.
"Was that necessary?! You're acting like you're being chased by terrorists!" a middle-man scolds. As the doors open to the second floor, I sprint off, hearing the man curse behind me. I run down the long corridor to the left. I burst into a random door, hoping that nobody is in the room. Nobody is. I walk to the far side of the room and reach for the phone. As I grab the receiver, I hear two voices outside-- I immediately drop to the floor. Praying that they won't come into the room, I hear two gun shots. I gasp and jog to the far side of the room. I slowly grab the handle of the door. Twisting the handle, I see two dead bodies. Both terrorists lay dead in pools of blood.
Nobody else is around.
Hannah H. Plot #20, Ascension and Descension
"Father, I don't want to be queen!" She pleaded kindly. The king thought about her daughter and how she was grateful, caring, and quiet. Ever since the talk of her receiving the throne, she had been in a bad mood. She was still the same sweet child only that she was nearly 21 years old!
"You must get married, Angelina!" Her father said, "We have no choice!"
"I do not wish to be married but I shall on one condition," she mumbled.
The king saw power unleash in her light blue eyes.
"What? The king asked with an anxious look on her face.
"I get to choose my husband and we get whatever we want!" She demanded.
"Oh Angelina, don't you think that that would be quite selfish?"
"Prince David and I shall be married in the morning," she said as she ignored her father's question. She slowly walked out of her room as she fiddled with her silk dress.
"I can picture myself in power," she said stronglyas she gazed out the window, "This old town will bow at my feet."
Prince Davis and Princess Angelina were married the next morning. A few months passed and the towns people thought that the new rulers were not doing their job. Nothing was happening to make the town a better place and the people became angry! Angelina hid inside without knowledge of how to rule. Angelina's compassion and love for others flew out the window as she became richer. The next morning, Angelina went out for a stroll in the rose garden in her diamond embroidered, gold dress. She layed her eyes upon a small dog playing in her garden. "Is that an animal!" she yelled as she ran up and grabbed the puppy by the skin in its neck. Angelina grew to have a hatrid of all living things and she loved herself more than anything. Karma was sneaking up on Angelina ready to pounce. The next day, Angelina woke up and found Prince David dead! He had been murdered; but by whom!? Angelina wept and wept. The city had no rulership and there was hell inside and outside of the castle walls. Angelina would not get out of bed even for food and died a month later of starvation. Her last words were, "I'm sorry father."
It was power that tok her to the top, and the very same thing that brought her down.
"You must get married, Angelina!" Her father said, "We have no choice!"
"I do not wish to be married but I shall on one condition," she mumbled.
The king saw power unleash in her light blue eyes.
"What? The king asked with an anxious look on her face.
"I get to choose my husband and we get whatever we want!" She demanded.
"Oh Angelina, don't you think that that would be quite selfish?"
"Prince David and I shall be married in the morning," she said as she ignored her father's question. She slowly walked out of her room as she fiddled with her silk dress.
"I can picture myself in power," she said stronglyas she gazed out the window, "This old town will bow at my feet."
Prince Davis and Princess Angelina were married the next morning. A few months passed and the towns people thought that the new rulers were not doing their job. Nothing was happening to make the town a better place and the people became angry! Angelina hid inside without knowledge of how to rule. Angelina's compassion and love for others flew out the window as she became richer. The next morning, Angelina went out for a stroll in the rose garden in her diamond embroidered, gold dress. She layed her eyes upon a small dog playing in her garden. "Is that an animal!" she yelled as she ran up and grabbed the puppy by the skin in its neck. Angelina grew to have a hatrid of all living things and she loved herself more than anything. Karma was sneaking up on Angelina ready to pounce. The next day, Angelina woke up and found Prince David dead! He had been murdered; but by whom!? Angelina wept and wept. The city had no rulership and there was hell inside and outside of the castle walls. Angelina would not get out of bed even for food and died a month later of starvation. Her last words were, "I'm sorry father."
It was power that tok her to the top, and the very same thing that brought her down.
Hannah L, #18, wretched excess
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PLOT: A MAN WITH o.c.d. GOES TO A THERAPIST FOR A CURE AND TAKES AN OVERDOSE SO HE BECOMES A HOARDER! THANK YOU!
My name is Garrett Thompson. I am fifty-four years old and have hair as white as snow. I was born on July seventeenth, nineteen fifty-seven in Trenton, New Jersey and have always been a neat-freak. My brother was horrible. He bought ninety-nine objects at a time and when he wasn't using them, he would throw them on the floor. Everyday, I stormed into his room and cleaned until my brother's room was shinier than a gold nugget. I was happy with my work, but so was my brother. I liked being tidy, but I wasn't fond of my brother's satisfaction of someone else doing his work. I tried to stop myself from completing his chores, but I had to pass his room to get to mine. I just couldn't stand seeing it so messy, so I gave him what he wanted: a maid. I have always wanted to break free of my habit, but I just can't. I have seen several doctors and they have told me that there is no cure for my O.C.D. (obsessive-compulsive disorder). I went to a therapist last Thursday and he said, "It appears that your case of O.C.D. IS curable. All you have to do is take a few pill over the next few weeks, okay? You are going to take two everyday. Promise me you won't do more than that. Good." I said my thanks and left the building. I took one pill every hour because I wasn't listening to what he had said. After four days, I started to feel a little queasy. I dropped the bottle of pills, grabbed my jacket off the floor, and started out the door. I went to the therapists office and said, "Why do I feel all funny inside my face?? Wow! Is that a cat? Hi, Mr. Kitterytonfatcat-McFuzzywuzzyhatandpants! How are you? Seriously, Doc, what is WRONG WITH MY HEAD!!! Sorry, Mr. What's-his-tail. I don't usually yell at FREAKING IDIOT-PEOPLE WHO CAN'T GIVE ME THE RIGHT MEDICINE! Oooooooohhhh! I feel SO much better now!""Calm down! How many pills did you take, Garrett?" Mr. Therapist asked. I answered... 48. "Oh my goodness. Well, Mr. Thompson, where are your clothes for tonight?" He wondered. I didn't think it mattered, but i told him that they were on the counter in the office under a bunch of papers...no, that was my toothbrush. Oh, it was on top of the fan... wait, that was my cheeseburger. I finally replied that I was not aware of the whereabouts of my night-clothes. "It appears, Garrett, that your condition has been switched. You have gone from being super clean to being super messy. At least your case was cured! But when was the last time you threw something away?" Therapist-man questioned. I responded, "That would be the night you gave me the pills. I think the garbage that I used to throw away just has so many memories in them. For instance, I was going to discard the cardboard box of the Eggo Waffles that I had this morning, but then I would have forgotten what I had for breakfast!" "It also appears that you are a hoarder!" Mr. Kitterytonfatcat-McFuzzywuzzyhatandpants exclaimed.
THE THERAPIST AND I LOOKED AT EACH OTHER AND GASPED!
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