Not sure if you’ve heard…It feels like I’ve told the story a hundred times by now, but I guess I’ll just quickly paraphrase it or something. I really, really need to talk to somebody, but I can’t and I need to write a story for tomorrow’s meeting, so I guess I’ll just write this. Anyways, one of my best friends who I haven’t seen in years called me yesterday. She was in tears and told me of this horrifically terrible thing that happened to her. She’s dropping out of school, leaving her family, and was asking if she can come live with me. She wants to move cross-country to here and finish her last year of high school here at Minot High. The cops are looking into everything and she’s alive, so it’s not all bad, but it’s still…and the worst thing for me is that she told me not to tell anybody, so I’m keeping my promise. But it hurts…
I had to draw this picture to clear my head, (and even that didn’t help)…I physically couldn’t do anything else. So this story is basically one of my rants in disguise…
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So this little short story will be about my ghost zafara, Rohashi. Know nothing about him? Please go read his story.
“Hey, Rohashi…” I heard some one say with an exasperated sigh from behind me. Without glancing back I continued to stare forward at the ocean spread out in front of me. I was resting in the sand beneath a few trees, but I couldn’t feel the sand’s comforting warmth or the refreshing shade from the sun. Within the slight dim of the trees I faintly gave a turquoise glow.
This was what I wrote for the 5-minutes-a-day activity. We were to write for at least five minutes every day for two weeks on the same story…
Rohashi will kill you all and spread your blood all over the floor! Rohashi is one of my characters and he has a very complex history…This is his story, but to learn more about him, check out his webpage. (It’s still under construction though, and there’s not much on it at the moment, but the music is cool! )
You are slightly persuaded from side to side as the gentle waves rock the humble pirate ship that you stand upon. A distinct scent of salt lingers in the air from the ocean below and the sunbeams down from the cloudless sky. As the waves wash upon the rough sand of the beaches, they create tranquil sounds that accompany the crashing of the water against the rocks of the cove. Seagulls cry overhead, adding to the ocean’s symphony. Sails peacefully flap above you as a gentle breeze brushes against your face, whispering pirate songs in your ear that send a slight shiver down your spine. Although the tropical setting is relaxing, you feel a slight sense of fear with each new breath.
At one of our meetings, Shaundra created a contest where she gave each person a strange item and a strange goal. My prompt was hairnets and to create the “uncommon cold.” I spent my entire day yesterday on this and put aside homework, so it’s not all that great, but at least I got it done. My story placed somewhere around 4th to 6th place out of 6 entries.
Day 1: It has come! After many years of careful planning and researching, the day has finally come for me to put my plan into action! I have worked through many sleepless nights to create this monstrosity, and I think that I have perfected it! Soon I will have the world’s most deadly weapon in my possession and I will have the entire population in my grasp!
I can’t escape the English assignments! My class was to write a fable choosing a moral from a list that our teacher gave us. All we had to do was write the fable, which I did, but I also felt like doing an animation for it. I only had one day to complete it and this is my first animation with backgrounds and walking, so don’t be too harsh. I know it’s crappy, but I didn’t have a lot of time…I drew every scene frame by frame using Adobe Photoshop 7 and Windows Movie Maker. The music is Awakens as a Bear from the Disney movie, Brother Bear composed by Mark Marcina.
For an English assignment we were to turn this paragraph with 72 sentences into a much better paragraph. We could add and take away words, but we had to keep all 72 points. Afterwards, we were to count every sentence’s word count and tell what writing style we used for every sentence. The italicized paragraph was the original paragraph and the one after that is my version of it.
I have redone my neopet, Soarris’, page again and have changed him a bit too. He is still a young creature that is constantly changed when he his zapped by the lab ray, but now he is blind also. I love my blind, little Soarris. Anyways, visit his new page, (which is still under construction as I write this,) to find out more about him.
You are shrouded in darkness as you walk through a thick forest, curiosity driving you forward. Tall pines loom over you, shielding you from the full moon blessing the world with its faint light and small foilage brushes against your legs. You continue through the woods until you come across a peculiar sight. There is a strange, unnatural disturbance amongst the trees straight ahead of you. You walk closer and find it to be a strange entry leading underground. You rub your fingers across the cold, gray steel of the double-doors with questions streaming through your mind. Once again, you feel curosity urging you on. You want to know what this place is. You want to know why it is here. You want to know what is inside…
Okay, so this is my science homework for tonight. Write an ending to this story in three paragraphs, one explaining why Katrina thinks it’s alive, another why she thinks it’s dead, and the last her final decision and the conclusion. The first italicized part is the part that was not written by me, but by my science book.
Katrina peered at the…thing…in front of her. Definitely unusual. Peculiar even. She has walked this path a thousand times in the three months she’s lived here and had never seen anything like this before.
When I was seven years old I made up this “ghost story” to tell my best friend of the time. One night while sitting on my front porch directly in front of the street lamp across the street, I created this story on the spot and told her. She believed me at the time, but years later I told her that I had made it up. She said that she didn’t mind because it was a pretty cool story. I don’t know about how cool it is, but I’ll post it anyways, even though it’s really short. I’ll try to write it as I told it back then, but that was eight years ago so…
A few years back, there used to be a family that lived here in this house, a young boy living with his mother and father. The boy’s grandmother was growing older and was already widowed, so when she knew that she was to die soon, she came here to visit her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson one last time.
I was challenged to rewrite my story, A Fortune too Late, making it only 1,000 words long. Without counting this introduction, the story is 996 words long. Please tell me what you think of the two different versions if you can.
“You are a hard and earnest worker,” my dad read aloud, placing his uneaten fortune cookie on his plate. He’s never been fond of the small Chinese desserts.
After my dad had read his fortune, my mom and my brother soon followed. “What’s yours say, Noelle?”
I tried a new technique with this story, so please read and tell me what you think of it. Please tell me if you can clearly see what is happening. The ending needs some work, so please help me with that.
There was nothing but silence that lay over the darkness of the forest as if a blanket had muffled out the very existence of life. The precious sun hid its warming luster from the Earth, finally allowing the moon to shed its own vague beams upon the snow covered land, and urging the millions of shining stars to emerge from their concealment. All across the vast navy of the night sky, sprinkles of light complimented the moon as it sang throughout the night, spreading its cold glow about the frost. The sky seemed to be an open doorway to the galaxy beyond as it shimmered in all its beauty, unharmed by man. The vastness did not seem to overpower the land before it, only add to the true artistry of nature.
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My story placed somewhere around 4th to 6th place out of 6 entries.
