tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9506881148183850462024-03-12T21:19:06.142-07:00Kelly's Creative Writing BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-31112826411662864282015-06-17T06:09:00.000-07:002015-06-19T10:35:36.369-07:00One Act Play- Advice<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-28979072994019933432015-06-09T04:15:00.003-07:002015-06-09T04:15:37.681-07:00Picture Perfect 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-ecc13568-d808-298d-c05e-6f820eaac8ad"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> With each penny he touched, his hands got dirtier and dirtier. It was his job to painstakingly insect every penny, nickel, dime, and quarter that came to the largest bank in the world. Some would pity his seemingly boring job, yet he found joy in his humble profession. Each coin had a story to go along with it, and each story was so different. The best part was, despite their immensely d</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">different stories, each coin ended in the same place. Day after endless day he examined his coins, looking for imperfections that made them useless. For some strange reason, the damaged coins were his favorite. They had gone through so much to get here. They had been left on the side of the road, stepped on, forgotten, or thrown away like garbage. These days not many humans on this earth respect the value of the coins like he does. He sees their struggles as if they were people that live alongside himself. As he sorts through the tireless mound of coins, he pauses while holding a particularly beautiful one. It had been stripped of its face and perforated edges, leaving it smooth and delicate. It reminded him of his beautiful little cousin that has been struggling with cancer for awhile. He wondered what horrible things this penny had to endure, just like his poor cousin Amita. Despite to coins beauty to him, he has to throw it in the bin marked “Heaven”. This is where his boss instructs him to throw all of the pennies that look too worn, damaged, or even a penny that I feel needs to be relieved from its tiresome job. He loves his job, because he gets to play God, even if it is just coins. As he walks down the street on his lunch break, he feels a vibration in his back pocket, and picks up his phone, only to be told that Amita had passed away minutes before. As he thought about the penny, he wondered. </span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-12674166139802874812015-06-09T04:13:00.004-07:002015-06-10T12:39:04.990-07:00Picture Perfect 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The streets were winding and perfect, just as she imagined them. The asymmetrical stones fell into place like only an old Italian street could. The midnight black lights decorated the walls and lit up her path on her way to the center of town. She had spent years saving to get here, fighting for each penny that was deposited into her meager savings account. When Katie was young, her mother had given her a book about the priceless streets of Italy. She had almost given up her dream when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Her savings had almost gone out the window, along with her dreams, but her mother refused the money. Now that she was here, with her mother gone, Katie’s mind was focused on the map in her hand. The maps edges were wrinkled and worn from years of use. Colors fading away from thousands of hands touching, grasping, clutching. Thousands of people like her, all with dreams of Italy. As she walked through the covered portion of the alley, she stopped to look above at the tedious perfection of the ancient bricks. Each of them was placed by a tired, laboring hand many years before. The history here was almost too much for her to believe. Katie had spent so much time buried in her books, and she still never pictured Italy being so effortlessly flawless. As she finally reached the center she watched the people surrounding her. Some were American, some Italian, some Irish, British, Chinese. They all came to experience the beauty of this timeless city. Despite the world’s wars and all of the destruction, people still manage to come together to experience something magnificent. Some radicals have given up on the world, but Katie’s faith in humanity was restored at that moment, seeing the elated faces of various people strolling by. In that moment, no one believed more in humanity than she. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-33014362135987926732015-06-09T04:11:00.003-07:002015-06-09T04:11:52.115-07:00Picture Perfect 4 <br />
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-ecc13568-d803-f61c-1403-4a5307a72be1"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6666666666667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"> The ocean-side grass swayed with hope and despair. The dilapidated fence marked the property line that separated the public land and the private estate. She had spent millions on her mansion on the coast with no one to enjoy it with. She had sped through her childhood, rushed through high school, and raced to college and law school. New York was her home until her millions found their way to her. As she sat on her $800 outdoor chair she gazed out to the horizon, vowing to change her ways. No longer could she continue living in the fast lane. Maddie scooped up her blanket, and padded her way up to her crimson suite, decorated with the finest tapestries and paintings. Like always, she is awestruck by the sheer size of her closet, but once the wonder passes she reaches on the balls of her feet and reaches for her coach suitcase on the top shelf. Her maid wanders into the room, flustered with the irregular commotion. Maddie quickly explained away her packing with the excuse of a business trip. Her private jet is ready to take her far far away from her monotonous life. With each step up to the plane she recounts the nothingness of her life. Some people say it was great, but she was so caught up in work and the future that she forgot to live. The pilot asked her where she wanted to go, but she hasn’t made up her mind yet. After an eternity, she proclaims her destination. The pilot looked perplexed but stalks to the cockpit anyway. As Maddie sits at the window she wonders if she could be married right now if she had given all of those guys a chance. Her mind fills with possibility as she drifts off to sleep. The flight attendant gently wakes her as they begin their descent into Topeka, Kansas. She had her assistant find her a job assisting on a ranch, the polar opposite of her previous life. Her mind swims with endless possibility of life. As she begins her first day on the ranch, she is already happier than she was living in her multi-million dollar mansion. </span></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-4275339955032552682015-06-09T04:08:00.002-07:002015-06-09T04:08:46.071-07:00Picture Perfect 3- Test Grade<br />
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The only hope that the crew was given were the quick flashes of light. In the sharp strikes of light, the crew could see the waves that threatened to capsize their vessel. The clouds rolled in and dominated the skies with little warning to the fisherman, as they had forgotten to check the weather report. Gradually, the waves grew more and more powerful, and swept the youngest crew member off the deck and into the raging Pacific waters. He was interning on the boat for another 2 weeks, but his mind was concerned with surviving for another minute. The rest of the crew was hiding below deck, so they had no idea he was gone. Percy could only watch as a wave crashed down and invaded his lungs. He struggled for oxygen, but the water kept coming; the storm had claimed its first victim. For days the tempest plagued the ship, with no thought of ceasing. Guiltily the crew had forgotten about Percy. 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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amanda looked on from her small table of friends, all noticing the bullying, but too submissive to say a thing about it. They didn't even stand up for Amanda when she was the target of Brittany's constant jokes and Juliette’s insulting remarks. Amanda wishes she could help the girl. She wouldn’t know what to say. What do you say to the new girl who has already found herself a cruel group of bullies? </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Amanda sits uncomfortably in her hard grey cafeteria chair, she wonders how anyone could stand to be so cruel. She wonders what that girl with the grapefruit ever did to them, but already knows the answer. They take people down to build themselves up. Tragically no one ever stands up to them, but Amanda wishes someone would. Anyone but her. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amanda had come to hate those girls over her four years here. The bell rings blandly in the background, sending everyone to start their monotonous days. The bullies stand up and begin to walk to their first period class, forgetting about the poor girl that they just tore down mentally.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That day passed slowly, with the memory of that freshman’s face when she realized the most popular girls in the school were laughing at her fresh in her mind. Amanda hadn't stopped thinking about her, not even during her AP stats test. She wondered what she could do. She should have stood up to Brittany and her cult. During last block she decided she had to do exactly what she had originally avoided. The plan was set in her head, nothing can stop her now.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next morning at 7:20 Amanda entered the already crowded cafeteria. She saw Brittany, Alexis, Sidney, and Juliet already sitting at their regular table, already having found another victim. Amanda watched them for a moment, before weaving through the throngs of students chatting with their friends. Nothing can stop her now. She hears snippets of conversations, but she isn't paying attention. Her determination to stand up to the bullies fills her head. Nothing can stop her now. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girl’s heads turn as they sense her approaching. Their faces transform, all of a sudden serious, and the loud room seems silent. Amanda advances and as soon as she opens her mouth to begin her rant, Sidney cuts her off. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amanda is shocked. She has never heard Sidney compliment anyone, ever. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I totally agree!” Juliet exclaims, “Come sit, we have an empty chair.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amanda has never seen anyone else sit at their table. As she sat down, she was expecting her presence to be awkward and unwanted, but instead she fell easily into their conversation about a new movie that had just come out. Mid laugh, Amanda sees the girl with the grapefruit sit back in the seat she was in yesterday. Alexis notices too, and points her out to the group. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“She looks like she just rolled out of bed and stole her clothes from a retired clown on the way to school, all while applying eye shadow to her eyebrows. They are legit pink.” exclaims Brittany, loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. Everyone turns to stare at the outcast to see if the statements were true. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The girl’s cheeks flush red with embarrassment as she shoves her face in a book. Amanda has completely forgotten about her previous notion to stand up for the girl as she laughs along. She has never laughed so hard in her life. She has finally found the place where she feels comfortable. These girls and their jokes make her feel like she belongs with them. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amanda falls easily into the daily routine of meeting her new friends at that same table, at the same time. The most popular girls in the school were no longer only Brittany, Alexis, Sidney and Juliette. People now included Amanda on that list. She never once thought about standing up for someone again, not even as their list of victims piles up without a care. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In May the freshman with the grapefruit that was their victim in late September approached the girls at the second table on the left. Her mind was set on standing up to those horrible girls. Marsha had reached her breaking point when she witnessed her friend be publicly humiliated by the five bullies, all because of a shirt.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Marsha pushed her way through the crowd, struggling because of her height, but finally approaches the table. Marsha expects to be humiliated by Brittany, who usually runs the destruction, but today another girl takes her place. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Look at her! She thinks she can talk to us!” laughs Amanda easily, like ruining lives comes easy to her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I bet she is thinking that we are members of the denim jumpsuit support club! Honey, that meeting is in SSR!” yells Amanda, her words oozing sarcasm. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The laughing continues, radiating throughout the entire room. In a fit of laughter, Sidney knocks over a chair and sends it flying towards where Brittany had just tripped Marsha. The metal base of the chair strikes Marsha’s head with enough force to send her to the ground, knocked out cold. </span></div>
<span id="docs-internal-guid-de7c08b5-73f0-004f-fcec-261c334d9d15"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Marsha blinks open her eyes to five girls’ faces standing over her. The girls immediately calls for a doctor, and when he comes running in, he begins to explain the situation. These girls, named Brittany, Sidney, Juliet, Alexis, and Amanda, are her best friends. He continues to explain how Marsha lost her memory and it is good that she was rushed to the hospital so quickly. She is lucky to have such caring friends. </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-2401584006244592922015-05-05T17:19:00.004-07:002015-05-05T17:19:46.745-07:00War on Terror<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-75004383205170101662015-04-29T19:30:00.000-07:002015-04-29T19:31:22.730-07:00Original and Revised Poems<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have to be the best</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have spent your life dreaming of this, wanting to do </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">something.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everyone is watching.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your future is watching from the sidelines.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have trained for this moment harder than the rest.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everyone is watching.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have to be the best.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Triolet- The Game of Life</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eyes stare with anticipation and peer into your soul,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Failure is ready to call you home.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have dedicated your life to dreaming of this moment</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eyes stare with anticipation and peer into your soul,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your future is watching from the sidelines.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have been bred for this stage,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eyes stare with anticipation and peer into your soul,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Failure is ready to call you home.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Original Pantoum-</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The thunder claps, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the lightning zaps.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The winds howl,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sky churns with a never ending growl.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sky churns with a never ending growl, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">people hide inside like fowl.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The seawall begins to collapse, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">branches snap and roofing flaps.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">People hide inside like fowl, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the wolves prowl. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Branches snap and roofing flaps, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the sounds against the windows become more than taps.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The wolves prowl,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Children are alert as owls </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the thunder claps. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No one ever thought things could go afoul</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the sky churns with a never ending growl. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> New Pantoum- Storm of Revenge</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">The thunder claps, </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The lightning cracks the sky.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The winds howl,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sky churns with a never ending growl.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The lightning cracks the sky</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The seawall begins to collapse.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sky churns with a never ending growl, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They cower, unsuspecting of their troubles to come</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The seawall begins to collapse, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Branches snap and roofing flaps</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They cower, unsuspecting of their troubles to come, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oblivious to what they did.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Branches snap and roofing flaps, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sounds against the windows become more than taps.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oblivious to what they did, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With my next strike, they will be left with nothing.</span></div>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">They learned their lesson,</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The thunder claps. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A force of nature can never be tormented without a price,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sky churns with a never ending growl. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Original Tanka-</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The darkness descends,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A new day gone forever,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Never to be seen,</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Through the night, all is quiet,</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Only stirred by the sunlight.</span></div>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">New Tanka- The Passing of a Day</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The darkness descends,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A new day lost forever,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Never to be seen,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Through the night, all is renewed,</span></div>
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: white;">The world revived by sunlight.</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-36216888772194943242015-04-06T07:41:00.002-07:002015-04-29T19:32:56.844-07:00Multiple Tones: Disgusted and Awestruck<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tone: disgusted</span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The dirty, grimy, litter filled streets are what makes up a city. The thousands of people bumping into each other on the crowded sidewalks, which are dirtied with the crushed dreams of the people who sleep there at night. As I pass the alleys I see a man with ripped clothing begging a wall for forgiveness. The frigid winds blow the poisoned air which was infected by the nearby factories that have no regard for our planet. As I walk out from under the shadow of the large and overpowering skyscraper, I enter grey gloom of the house districts. Houses that are all crowded together, with no privacy. I cannot fathom living a life where I look out my bedroom window and all I see is brick. The city, where you can buy a disgusting hot dog, heroin, and get cancer from the toxic air all in one square mile. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tone: Awestruck, grateful</span></div>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The hustling, bustling, never-ending streets are what make up a city. The thousands of people all together, enjoying each other’s company walking carelessly along the streets, which are worn with the success of the people who walked them before. As I pass the alleys I see a man with ripped clothing receiving help from a selfless volunteer. The refreshing winds blow the air that both the poor and the wealthy require to live. As I walk out from under the merciful shadow of the large and beautiful skyscraper, I enter the friendly community of the house districts. Houses that are all crowded together, with only room for neighborly love. I cannot fathom living a life where I look out my bedroom window and all I see is nothing. The city, where you can buy a delicious, had cooked hot dog, a designer handbag, and experience the kindness of the human race all in one square mile. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-15646868540993622072015-03-30T13:13:00.001-07:002015-03-30T13:18:23.694-07:004 Sentence Analysis<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> In the excerpt, the narrator uses derogatory diction, multiple point of views, and detailed imagery to establish tone. Within first and second point of view, the narrator creates images of scientists experimenting pointlessly, while using negative words such as wrenches, cruel, nastiness, and stupid. The narrator establishes a judgmental, criticizing and disapproving tone in order to show his contempt of scientists and those who make a living without working physically. Overall, the working class narrator is expressing his views on the irrelevance and pointlessness of experimental science and intellectuals. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-72592540450486906882015-03-26T07:18:00.001-07:002015-03-30T13:11:45.654-07:00200 Word Sentence<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
You walk into school, immediately
search the crowd for your group of friends and find them laughing louder than
you thought possible, as soon as you come within earshot, you smile at the fact
that they are yours, and no one else’s, the dull and pressuring sound of the
bell rings out, compelling everyone into a frenzy, A block begins, and you observe
the class frantically studying for the upcoming vocab quiz until Mr. Taylor
quiets you down and writes your words on the board, the period drags on, but
takes a turn for the better when you are given time to work on your modernizations,
this takes up the rest of our class time, and the bell rings and you make your
way across the school to Spanish; the class seems to be longer than first because
you are doing nothing, just sitting there waiting; the bell rings dismissing
your bored class, and now it’s time for gym class in the weight room, this gives
you an opportunity to relax and work out all of your stress, the only problem
is the fact that you have to wait for fourth lunch, after a good workout, the
bell rings once again, and it’s time for lunch and then G, the class that you
have every day- after 53 minutes the bell rings and you are free. <o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-21889177684212522092015-03-25T16:44:00.000-07:002015-03-25T16:49:00.792-07:00Angry Letter<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dear Chris Columbus,</span></div>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-9b8d3cdb-5339-b177-8309-b65fcf7ade03" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am writing this letter to you, to not only scold your poor decisions, but also to express to you my utter anger and frustration. I have never seen anyone make poorer decisions regarding a movie. </span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You had one job, which was to turn Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson series into a successful movie franchise. Everything was laid out for you, yet you still managed to screw up the entire plot line, setting, and characters. Every single necessary detail was written down in a book. Did you even read it? I highly doubt you did, considering everything that possibly could be incorrect, was.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Honestly, is it hard to have the main character die her hair the correct color? Even a wig would be a better option than letting her brown locks remain. A key detail in the books was Percy’s sea green eyes, and were they green in the movie? No, of course not. Colored contacts are too difficult apparently. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another thing that really bothered me was the fact that you set yourself up for failure when you casted the main characters. Percy and Annabeth are both eleven in the books, yet you casted 18 year olds. How can the actors grow up throughout the movies like they are supposed to? </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I often wonder what drug you were on when you made these decisions. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Kelly Nelson</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-72627582614869524512015-03-16T12:31:00.001-07:002015-03-16T12:51:55.392-07:00Synecdoche and then Metonymy (in italics) It's not the rough, spiky bark, or the plume of vibrant green leaves. What makes it a symbol is not the nuts that grow from its branches, or the slight bend in its trunk. <i>The special thing is not what it is, but who it is, its beautiful beach front home. Its sandy base, its presence in every picture of paradise. Something about a sunset is just better with them in the horizon. Palm trees individually are not special, but it's what they represent that make them powerful. </i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-83069478127386099452015-03-16T12:14:00.000-07:002015-03-16T12:47:59.853-07:00Apostrophe As she sits and thinks about what shes's done, she wonders what her mother would have thought."Please don't hate me mother!" she exclaims. She waits for a response, but knows it won't come, it never will. Her thoughts shift to her father, whom she never even met. "O father, please rescue me from my sins!"<br />
She pleads to anyone and everyone she has ever known. No one in this life could hear her now, she must rely on those who have moved on.<br />
She doesn't know if they are listening, but she has to believe in something, or else her pleas will go unheard. Her cries of mercy ring into the dark, starry night. She is alone in this desolate place where no one can hear a troubled girl's deepest secrets being yelled aloud. The screams blend together through the night, until finally, all is silent, every sin forgiven.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-52883449292427081712015-03-12T07:53:00.000-07:002015-03-12T07:56:01.193-07:00Sawyer Harris: Unreliable Narrator<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11230591838544404469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-950688114818385046.post-68951474223332908602015-02-24T08:47:00.003-08:002015-02-24T08:55:02.288-08:00Perfecting the Unperfect - Self Deprecation<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">People claim that nobody’s perfect, but I am not like everyone else. I have always striven to be perfect. I need to be better, smarter, and stronger</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">than all of my competitors, no matter the situation. My perpetual demand for perfection has caused me quite a bit of strife. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In Mrs. Carline’s fifth grade class we had a class-wide competition. The winner was determined by who spent the most time on Study Island, an online studying site. Naturally, I wanted to win the contest, but my real drive was not allowing anyone else to think that they were superior, sharper, or smarter than me. </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For a few weeks I added Study Island to my daily routine, and I maintained my place at the head of the class. The competition was tough</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in a class full of vicious 5th graders, as anyone would expect. All of my friends logged on dutifully every single night. Every single day we would come in with a paper signed by our parents that stated how many minutes we had spent studying the night previous. I witnessed kids falling behind by only neglecting their work on a single night. I realized that I absolutely could not be one of those delinquent kids destined for a life of failure. I assumed that if I didn't log onto Study Island, Mrs. Carline would look at me with disapproving eyes, even though it wasn't a mandatory assignment. Mrs. Carline had trusted me, and was always considerate, understanding, and cordial towards me. I did not want to ruin the relationship we had. She had let me hand out the smiley face stickers! My fifth grade self refused to see that disappointment on her face, or on my parents’ when I lost that competition. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was living my dream of perfection until that one momentous day. The day that quite possibly was the worst day of my entire fifth grade year. I had an intensive level one ballet class the night before that left me utterly exhausted and unable to function properly. I never forgot to do Study Island, but that one dark night, I did. I burst into class the next morning, elated to see how everyone else did the night previous. Eagerly, I took out my paper as I usually do, until I saw it. The blank space that did not have my mother’s signature and the time I spent on Study Island. My entire world was falling apart, and I was running out of time before Mrs. Carline came over to check my paper. Time seemed to slow down and I couldn't come up with a single solution. Failure wasn't an option. </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Finally, a solution came to me to fix my life altering issue. I quickly wrote down 20 minutes in the time slot and frantically scrawled something that looked similar to my Mom’s signature. At the same time I was writing, Mrs. Carline materializes next to me, catching me red handed, and red faced. She gives me the look of disappointment that I was trying so hard to avoid. She simply tells me that I have to stay inside for recess today. I was grateful that she chose not to make a scene in front of the entire class, which surely would have ruined my social life forever.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What would my friends think of me? They would never talk to me again. I will have to swing alone on the playground!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Mrs. Carline knew me well enough that a public humiliation would be going too far, and I was extremely grateful for that. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That day during recess I stayed inside and sat in my usual desk. Mrs. Carline finally makes her move to come talk to me. She approaches me and says exactly what I knew she would. Her words of reprimanding are said with kindness</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and she sweetly tells me that forging signatures is a bad habit to get into, that can have horrific consequences. Her hair brushes in front of her face as she politely mentions that next year in middle school, they take situations like this a bit more seriously. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By this point in the lecture I had already run out of tears. My fifth grade self cried because I was not perfect anymore. I had made a mistake that Mrs. Carline would always remember me by, or so I thought. I had not cried like this for a while, but it felt good to relive all of the pressure that had been building up. The fifth grade is a very stressful one, with all of the worrying about whether or not you got a 4 or a 3 in math.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once my tears of embarrassment and imperfection had dried, I instantly rebounded and laughed with my friends at lunchtime.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From then on my perfectionism carried me through middle school, softening with age. In sixth grade the first B I received on a quiz lit my face up in a quick flash of red, hot embarrassment. I continue to hold myself to a higher standard, although I now understand that if I do my best, any result is okay. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 2.4; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: white;">My desire for perfection still rages inside me and escapes in odd places. My books have to be perfectly aligned and in alphabetical order by the last name of the author. My homework has to be done early, never late at night. I have never had a teacher that hasn't liked me, and I will try my very best to keep it that way. My fifth grade self was a perfectionist, and so is my 9th grade self.</span></span></div>
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