My Own Description

This was an English assignment focusing on sensory details. We were to describe a real person using a lot of sensory details. I didn’t exactly understand the assignment, but this is what I came up with.

Anybody can recognize my grandmother from the large glasses that rest on her nose or from the red locks of hair that grace her ears in a short fashion, but I have my own unique way of recognizing her. Only I can view a rising sun and visualize my grandmother watching it alongside me. Under the sun’s welcoming warmth, I can feel her naturally rosy skin and can smell her presence amongst the dawn’s fresh dew. Morning songbirds sing of her presence along with the hushed church prayers to the Lord and the church hymns being played on her piano. Vibrant paint fills the air with the sweet smell of color being carefully applied to an awaiting canvas by my grandmother’s steady hand and with a comforting hug, I can remember the silky fabric of her many church dresses. Allowing the juice of a bold, red apple to flow across my tongue, I can taste my grandmother’s love for the fruit and her pride of the color, loving the bold image that red gives, a reflection of her own personality. Only I can describe my grandmother with these words, remembering the joyous moments spent together.

Dead Hope

I found an online poetry contest thing and although I haven’t written poetry for years as I’m not very good in that area, I decided to give it a shot just because I don’t have much time for anything else right now. I recently found out that I am pretty good with iambic pantameter though… I managed to scribble this down while I was babysitting today just thinking over some things…Also, note that I have no idea how punctuation in poetry works.

What am I? #4

I can appear to sweep and sway in a varied motion.
Mystery and wonder always seem to follow me.
I can appear gray to some and blue to others.
I can roll although I am not solid.
Only from a distance can I be viewed.
However you may chase me, I am always just a bit ahead.
Swamps and other humid places are what I normally call home.
What am I?

A Frightening Incident

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.

The Greater Value

For an English assignment, we were assigned to write an expository piece that related William Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew with something from modern day. Most everybody in my class seemed to be doing how the marriages then related to today’s or the women or men, etc. I wanted to do something original and different, so here is what I chose to write.

“Glad that you thus continue your resolve / To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy” (Act 1 Scene 1 lines 27-28.) While most may not understand what Tranio, the loyal servant of Lucentio from William Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew, was exactly saying to his master, most do understand the meaning of “fun”. No matter what the century, man has always fed his craving for entertainment. Even when work must be done and the opportunity of knowledge is in hand, recreation still holds its firm grip on the mind. At times, the value of fun is held higher than that of education and duty. This can be observed by overlooking the current rate of high school and college dropouts, the number of high school graduates who do not plan on attending a college, those who do make plans and are then sidetracked, and even the number of parties that take place during the school years. Even relationships are considered more important than education to some people. Today, you can still see this in the number of married people who attend college and those who drop out of high school for relationship-related issues. It is not uncommon for relationships to affect future college plans nowadays also. As history continues on, man’s love of relaxation and entertainment are carried with it.

The Club: My Chapter 3 – Executing a Plan

This has actually been sitting in my drafts for months…I just added on the last few paragraphs.

“Dad,” I started with an embarrassed tone in my voice as I approached him in the living room. The TV was sputtering out current events of missing people and politics in the background, my dad intently watching.

What am I? #3

Unfortunately, these What am I?’s are the only things I have time to write right now…Please tell me what you think of the highlight for the answer thing.

People like to take pictures of me for some reason.
Perhaps it’s because I lay so still and quiet.
I can look majestic in a way and some find me beautiful.
I lie everywhere, although I look different in each new place.
Although I am called the same everywhere, my title can change.
With varying heights and varying lengths, I can have a unique look everywhere.
With famous structures, I am easily recognized.
I am usually gazed upon from a distance.

Story Idea #12

Write a story that involves the famous military base, Area 51. The catch is to not include any aliens, extra-terrestrials, space creatures, etc. Basically, don’t include anything from outer space.

What am I? #2

I swirl and I swirl, never seeming to stop.
Loops and loops on top of each other.
I can be large, but I can also be small.
I can vary in a few different ways.
Sometimes my loops are broken and do not connect.
Every preschool student should know what I am.
What am I?

REWRITE – Soarris’s Story

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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.

Soarris’ Webpage

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…