Thursday, January 22, 2015

Midterm Revisions

Double Narrative Midterm Revised

Then
            The men landed and regrouped at the checkpoint. They were scared, fearing they would never return to their wives and families back at home. However, they knew they could not show it for they were brave american soldiers from all corners of the country bound together to fight a common evilMost of the men questioned their position in the country at this stage in the war and wondered if they would die for an imaginative thing, this idea of democracy. On this particular patrol they found themselves knocking on the enemies back door. It seemed peaceful as the rest of the battalion was taking off their parachutes. The first lieutenant was looking at the map as he pulled out his compass and pencil to figure out which way the rendezvous was with the first infantry. After getting everyone set the men moved out to the small village of Di Kha. The men found that the land was almost too quiet compared to their past missions. As they marched through the thick jungle and rice patties they had the eerie feeling like they were being watched. The heat was really getting to this the better of the soldiers as sweat poured down their faces causing vision to be impaired. The men found it strange to not have the smell of rotting dead bodies in the air. A stick broke in the thicket of the jungle away from the platoon and the first lieutenant ordered the men to stop. The men swung around there M16 rifles in every direction looking for an enemy they could not see. They stood in silence for what seemed like a millennium. The silence was broken by a loud scream in the bushes and then what sounded like an army followed it.
Now

            Alright boys I don’t care what you hear about these POW camps and all the stories and legends behind them, we’re getting outta here. There numbers may be grander but we are Rangers God Dammit! It don't matter how many Viet Cong the send us we'll kill every single one. Now there patrols pass by every now and then, if we can get one of these assholes and his rifle then we can take out the whole camp. Who knew bamboo sticks would be so strong to keep us locked up like animals? I’ll tell you this boys, we ain’t animals, they are and they are the ones that will lose this fight. When night falls we will strike and free all of our brothers out of this hell hole. Alright here comes one of them now I will get his attention and Jimmy you snap that assholes neck into two. Alright Gyro you’re the best shot here I will give you the rifle but only shoot when it is our last resort we don't want the whole camp waking up. All right boys move as a unit and I will get us out of this mess alive.


Midterm Revision

2551
        
  Earth is in a simple and quiet state, not really worried about anything. This particular summer, to most, was the best summer on the planet with mild temperatures and occasional rain, but not any severe hurricanes like in the past years. The winter was like the summer, with little snow and a crisp, cold air to it. The Boston Patriots had won the Super Bowl and are now working to get their fifth one in a row. However controversy has spiked in the sports world after the Super Bowl and Boston Patriot fans do not believe any of the ridiculous allegations. President MacHarisson announced that the brand new Self-Farm plantations would be sent all around the world to help stop world hunger from spreading. MacHarrison is also working on his reelection that many people agree will be a shoe-in for him. The economy had a slight spike downwards but not too many people were affected or even cared to notice since they were to busy enjoying their time in the roaring 550's. World leaders from all corners of the globe have been able to come together and work out differences and strive for a common good. Many people agree that this has been the best year that the entire world has seen so far.
2552

        Earth is ravaged with pollution. It is overpopulated and has little resources left. Human life expectancy is at an all-time low leaving people to question whether they should even continue to have children in this hell of a world. People are attempted to be kept in line with the government use of robots, but these usually only appear in major cities protcting those who have what is left for food. Anarchy still rises throughout the world to try and overthrow their leaders, blaming them for this downfall and feeling that violence is the only way returning to survival of the fitest. Mankind is on the verge of extinction and needs an exodus strategy. No one knows how much longer mankind will last with the countless number of murders and crime. Mankind needs salvation from itself but no one knows where it is or how long they will have to wait for it.

  FanFiction Revised
Carol
        As she drove away from Rick she was trying to piece together in her mind that she might never see her family again. It broke her heart to come to this realization, but she knew what she did was right. Killing and burning those bodies was the only hope that the prison could have to stop the infection from spreading to everyone. Carol was the only one who could bring themselves to do it in this god forsaken world they have found themselves in. Carol did the only thing she had trained all the other kids to do and that was to survive. Quiet and abandoned, the town was a sign of a new start for Carol. After going through stores, which had been cleared out from all the chaos, she scavenged what she could. A few cans of what was now a mystery meat and water bottles. As she walked throughout the town she found herself looking at an abandoned apartment complex and decided to try and stay the night. Knife in hand she went door by door making sure she would not get attacked in her sleep like her husband did. She finally found her own little room and sealed it off with an old wooden dresser. As she started to close her eyes she heard a banging. Immediately she grabbed her knife and tried to figure out where the noise was emanating from. She found the problem behind an opaque glass door. It was a female walker trying to get at her like the wall wasn't there. As Carol was reaching for the doorknob, a child of no more than six appeared and clawed at the glass as well. Carol froze and just stood there, the hand hovering over the doorknob started to shake remembering her little Sophia as she walked out of that barn a monster that no mother wants to see their child turn into. A monster only hungry only for flesh. Carol remembered watching as the bullet traveled through her daughters head and her infected blood spilling everywhere creating a pool in the dirt. Carol dropped her knife and covered her mouth with both hands as she slid along the wall to the floor in tears. Seeing this not only reminded her of Sophia but also how she might never see her group again. Carol finally was overcome with sleep and the constant thumping on the glass was drowned out. Darkness filled her eyes until the thumping started to grow louder and she woke up in a flash, startled and looked around rapidly moving her head in all directions. After realizing she was safe her breath returned to a steady pace and she found herself looking at the walkers silhouettes again. After staring at them with a face of anger and disappointment, she sat up, grabbed her knife and went back to grab her things to go out and scavenge again. Carol realized that she still had to do one thing, and that was survive.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Fan Fiction Hybrid (Genre: The Walking Dead-Writing Style: George RR Martin)


Carol

        As she drove away from Rick she was trying to piece together in her mind that she might never see her friends again. It broke her heart to come to this realization, but she knew what she did was right. Killing and burning those bodies was the only hope that the prison could have to stop the infection from spreading to everyone. Carol was the only one who could bring themselves to do it in this god forsaken world they have found themselves in. Carol did the only thing she had trained all the other kids to do and that was to survive. Quiet and abandoned, the town was a sign of a new start for Carol. After going through stores, which had been cleared out from all the chaos, she scavenged what she could. She found herself looking at an abandoned apartment complex and decided to try and stay the night. Knife in hand she went door by door making sure she would not get attacked in her sleep like her husband did. She finally found her own little room and sealed it off with an old wooden dresser. As she started to close her eyes she heard a banging. Immediately she grabbed her knife and tried to figure out where the noise was emanating from. She found the problem behind an opaque glass door. It was a female walker trying to get at her like the wall wasn’t there. As Carol was reaching for the doorknob, a child of no more than six appeared and clawed at the glass as well. Carol froze and just stood there remembering her little Sophia as she walked out of that barn. Except it was not her Sophia that walked out it was another being hungry only for flesh. Carol remembered watching as the bullet traveled through her daughters head and her infected blood spilled everywhere. Carol dropped her knife and covered her mouth with both hands and slid along the wall to the floor in tears. Seeing this not only reminded her of Sophia but also how she might never see her group again. Carol finally was overcome with sleep and the constant thumping on the glass was drowned out. Darkness filled her eyes until the thumping started to grow louder and she woke up in a flash, startled and looked around rapidly moving her head in all directions. After realizing she was safe her breath returned to a steady pace and she found herself looking at the walkers silhouettes again. After staring at them with a face of anger and disappointment, she sat up grabbed her knife and went back to grab her things to go out and scavenge again. Carol realized that she still had to do one thing, and that was to survive.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Christmas Traditions (Satire Piece)


    Christmas season has returned in all of its former glory. It is the time of giving and spending time with all of the family. This time of year seems to be my favorite, not just because I get gifts and every kid loves this time of year, but how traditions and the thought of thinking of others really peaks at this time of year is always great. Some family traditions are different than others by small margins, or just completely out of the ordinary. It is those traditions, that I find, that bring your loved ones together and share something special. For instance, every year it is the same thing when it comes to decorating my house, put on a Christmas movie, bring up the tree (which has also been a tradition itself since it has been in the family for over 12 years now due to my sister’s asthma), and decorate everything in the living room into the holly jolly spirit. I won’t lie, ever since middle school decorating the house just seems like another chore to do rather than a fun time to spend with my family. One of the things I have found out over the years is that growing up instantly grants you the job of all the heavy lifting of boxes and totes since you are deemed fit enough by your parent to lug everything while the younger sibling watches in pleasure as you lug yourself and the tree up the stairs. One of the worst parts in my home is my mother’s addiction to nutcrackers. What went from a nice gift to give my mom quickly turned into a house on Hoarders. Every shelf in the living room space is filled with m=nutcrackers of all shapes and sizes. From the small ornament nutcrackers lining the tree, to the two foot tall nutcracker that towers over the rest. When grabbing them out to decorate the house it seems as if you are reaching into Marry Poppins bag and pulling them out of and endless void of nutcracktopia. My mother feels like she does not have enough, while my sister and I consider otherwise. With this family tradition, the age of the nutcracker looks as if it will stay in my household for many years to come.

Friday, December 5, 2014

The Grocery List (Slam Poetry List)

Step One: My mother hands me the grocery list
Step Two: Groan and moan and ask why I need to go
Step Three: Go to the store anyways
Step Four: Find the special type of coffee that my mother likes
Step Five: Think of all the ways that I can get back at my mother
Step Six: Reflect on how much my mother has done for me
Step Seven: Realize how much this little task means to her
Step Eight: Take a firm look at the list and complete it with honor

Step Nine: Find more tasks to do to try and repay my mother

Thursday, November 20, 2014

The Chocolate Chip Cookie (Rachelian Sonnet)


How you are so lovely,

The smell of you beginning to bake

Always making me hungry.

Your consistency is that of a sponge cake

Fresh or not you are always crumbly.

Trust me you were not a mistake,

When someone made you they were feeling a bit nutty.

Except now my stomach is beginning to ache,

And there you are ready to melt in my mouth like putty.

I’m sad to say that these were fake,

And now my vision has gone a bit fuzzy.
 

Requirements: ABAB rhyme scheme, about 10 to 14 lines, has to be about an infatuation with someone or something.

Rose (Pastoral Poem)


You come in so many vibrant colors,

And yet you are associated with that of crimson.

Beautiful to the eyes, but detrimental to the hand

You have your own distinct smell,

That infatuates every nostril you come across.

A symbol of love,

That has truly been sent from above.

Growth (3 Draft Poem)


The leaves in trees are fluid.

Always changing and never wondering why.

Summer filled with green,

Fall makes you into a color wheel

Yet winter comes and you are nowhere to be found.

How we miss you,

But then you spring back into our lives

The leaves on trees will forever change and still be stunning.
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First Draft
The trees have so much life in them,

They change and move just as we do.

Summer shows so much life,

And winter so much death.

Yet they find life again,

Going through the same thing every year.

Beautiful they are and forever changing they will be.

 

I realized I needed to be more specific and only choose one part of the tree to describe.

 

The leaves in trees are fluid.

Always changing and never wondering why.

Summer filled with green,

Fall makes you into a color wheel

Yet winter comes and you are nowhere to be found.

How we’ll miss you.

I decided to bring it full circle by adding in all of the months to make it a cycle.

 

The leaves in trees are fluid.

Always changing and never wondering why.

Summer filled with green,

Fall makes you into a color wheel

Yet winter comes and you are nowhere to be found.

How we miss you,

But then you spring back into our lives

The leaves on trees will forever change and still be stunning.