tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48344132995771524872024-03-12T17:47:16.707-07:00Tristan's Creative Writing BlogTristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-54124838840973482552015-06-18T18:53:00.000-07:002015-06-18T18:53:00.183-07:00One Act Play<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Hey mama, we’re almost at the split, you need to wake up now. We’re about ten miles away, come on mama.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Why, hello there Brucey baby. Where are we?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Oh, how nice, very nice. The weather is pitch-perfect- ain’t it, Bruce?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Yes, I’m just making fun with you honey. Are you sure you know where you’re going? Should I get tha’ map out?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Are you sure? </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Reaching for glove compartment) </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have a map right here, here let me git it son. It’ll just take a second. We’ll know where we’re going faster than you can say Jiminy Cricket! We didn’t always have those fancy gizmos you know, we were only lucky enough to get them last year thanks to the good Lord, now none of you young’uns can get around without street signs. What do you think we did before?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: I don’t know momma, maybe talk’d to them magical aliens you always go off about. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: They was hovering right above me, I’m tellin’ ya! </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(after a brief pause)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I’m gonna get that map whether you like it or not.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Alright momma, do whatever keeps your overalls blue.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Now it says here, hmmm, mmmm, oh, okay, yup, yup, yup, that after the split we need to bear left onto the transcontinental freeway for approximately three days and then merge onto route...</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: What map are you lookin’ at? That seems like the darndest route I’ve ever heard. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(muttering)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Three days...yeah...on whose paycheck?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Yeah I thought so.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Oh what was that Brucey pie? This map is quite nice, makes a girl think she ought to be a calligrapher. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: You heard me loud and square momma. I know my own route, it’ll take us there much sooner than THREE DAYS!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Oh yeah? Bruce it wouldn’t hurt if just listened to me once in a while. I’m your mother.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Just because you’re my mother doesn’t mean I need ya to do everythin’ for me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: I understand that honey, but you know it’s better if we don’t get lost.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Clarice, for the last time I am goin’ my own route, thank you very much, now leave me to it!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Don’t give me no lip son, you can’t tell the difference between stew and a tomato! Never call ya mama by her name, it’s damn disrespectful. Remember, I always know best.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Yes </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(sarcastically)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; 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; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Madame</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Oh good Lord, please smack some sense into this young’un. I didn’t carry you around in my kidneys for a year for you to treat me like this. I had to stop mud jumping because of you! All because of you!!! I had a career goin’ for me, I was gonna make it big! I had the best scores in the state!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Momma, it’s just I need you to give me s’um freedom. You can latch and snatch their freedom right from under ‘em, like a mosquito on the Fourth of July, sometimes a bother!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (crying)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> You just go and keep on hatin’ your poor mama, she don’t mean nothin’ to you. If I died, y’all would go off and celebrate, ‘n sell m’ corpse to the devil.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Oh mama, I didn’t mean to go and upset you like that, you know I love you! It’s just hard sometimes to say what I need to say, without hurting you.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(insultingly)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Good Lord Bruce, I’m not some delicate tractor engine that needs to be oiled every two minutes. I can handle it, I’m not weak, you better not be callin’ your dear mother weak!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: I would never, mame. I just gone been worried about your crying.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: I don’t need no damn son worrying about me, isn’t that what you're all worried about?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chuck: You mean cartographer momma?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chuck: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(hesitant)</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> ‘makes a girl think she ought to be a calligrapher’, a cartographer is someone who makes maps.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bruce: Chuck you ain’t no help.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mother: Oh Lord have mercy! Both of my children attackin’ me, and attackin’ each other. What’s next? Will the car implode from all this sin?!? The Lord will surely thrust me into the bowels of hell. I am a victim of a horrible family, I will die lonely!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"> The
pale blue dot twirls never-endingly, a relentless French pirouetter trying to
get it perfect, yet deciding it wasn’t good as soon as it ended. As he sits and
stares at it, it’s no different as if he was looking at a computer screen with
a black background, featuring one pixel of a cerulean dot smack on right side.
This pale blue dot, this single pixel, the insignificant body where everything
ever known to the human race has occurred, soon to be swallowed by the black
void in the eyes of its beholder.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The
man caught his last glance and lay down in the chamber, where he would spend
the next 245 days, sleeping an essential sleep. The sleep’s funding was hard fought
by the space community, and seen as trivial by most compared to modern world
events.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Even
though no one was conscious to observe it, a single bright red pixel popped up
on that imaginary computer screen. It twirled much fiercer than earth. The
lights, still on in order to stimulate the otherwise pale skin, were humming
lightly in the background. It was completely silent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> In
perfect synchrony the chamber doors open, with the first sound the humans hear
being the hydraulics of its doors. A cacophony arises suddenly, coughing,
sneezing, vomiting, shrieks, cries, and laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> They
feast, eating fittingly for people who have only had liquid nutritional supplements
for the past 245 days. However, to their disappointment the food was only solid
nutritional supplement. They sat in silence, feeling as though they endured
years of horrible deafening dreams without end, while others may have been under
stimulated. Noises are quieter than silence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> After
touchdown on the fine Martian soil, they all took a deep breath. To some, this breath
was a sigh of relief, while to others it was filled fear, or adventure, or curiosity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Instead
of saying what they had prepared before stepping on the sand, which is surprisingly
cliché for a group of scientists, they stepped out in silence. They were
consumed with their own thoughts, running all throughout their minds
chaotically. They were brave. It was nearing sunset where they were. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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began a voyage out and around the area they had landed. They explored and
ventured further than any humans ever had. The mountains sloped steeper and
were wider than any they could have imagined. They were huge arches which
rippled and danced across the sky.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lost track of time and began to go farther and farther. It was almost sunset.
They jumped and laughed and giggled. The Martians enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness;
it gave them a sense of pure euphoria.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> As
the sun set against the back of the mountains, the temperature began to decline
rapidly. Their breath was visible against the helmet glass. They could see it’s
white wispiness float around, the water vapor in their breath. As it floated in
their helmets, it stuck and froze onto the glass. Before long, the entire
helmet was covered in a thick crystal ice. The dust and other particles both in
the air and on the helmet helped to sculpt an unpolished and unrefined shape of
patterns on the glass. The fading sunlight gleamed on the mountaintops, a dirty
yellow spread throughout the middle view. The sharp red sand was invisible
against the illusion of light. The picture view was soon to be swallowed by
exponential growth rate of the crystal. They took it all in and breathed it all
out. One of the Martians whispered,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Oh
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">An ant scurried across the floor of the woodlands, scanning for a
snack. She moved quickly, changing direction every so often, but still hovering
about a general path. If her pathway was to be mapped it would crudely resemble
that of any general wavelength of light.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Her brilliant eyes were analyzing the surrounding landscape,
focused on both the left and right, for gods placed them on the sides of her
head. Unbeknownst to the ant, school kids giggled only seconds ago due to the
peculiarity of the Egyptians’ paintings’ sideways eyes.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Scuttling around the towering blades of intimidating gray and
yellow, she bonked into a curious fishbowl. Even though she had traveled this
same path since she was able to move, she was unfazed and in fact didn’t even
perceive the bowl as anything else but an obstacle to her goal; food.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">She began the trek along the circumference of the object, until a
pale hand came down and grasped it, squishing her in the process. The vermin
was promptly smeared across the fibrous suit leg of the inconvenienced, whose
grime might be called one of the best pieces of abstract expressionism created
in modern times. The fishbowl was relocated next to the vehicle, so that it
wouldn’t shatter and stab him later on. </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">The natural bristles on the man’s neck began to rise with the
falling temperature. The raw day chewed through the man, puncturing and
nibbling on his psyche, regurgitating it messily over his head, similar to the
primitive bears that were in pursuit of him for their next meal. He duly
decided to go back into the government commissioned vehicular craft. While
waiting for the warmth inside the craft to diffuse into his body, he began to
think over the discussed plan.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Next time you are in my eyes you will be in Siberia, ha-ha
yes comrade?" he remembered one of the reserve crew members saying. The
comrade's corpulent head jiggled with ferocity as he laughed, bucking his skull
back, revealing his dirty teeth which were putrefied from years of government
sponsored living.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">While the man was in Siberia, it was not the sterile wasteland of
capitalist propaganda. The trees were burnt charcoal black, the yellow tufts of
grass piercing against the dull gray, resembling an elder who forgot to wipe the
mustard from his mustache after lunch.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">The man continued to recall the simple plan, he had already
started the homing signal, so they were coming toward him. He was just supposed
to wait for the helicopter to find the signal and lie low.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">He had fallen asleep suddenly; his clunky suit and warm shuttle
had accelerated his tiredness. He began to stir, overwhelmed with the sound of
a persistent fuzzy cry from outside the spacecraft. The man grasped his
shotgun. He unlocked the hatch and looked out, resembling a hound, his arms on
the ground and his legs still immersed in the safety on the floor of the hatch.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">As he rose the sound started again. He began to walk to it, with
nothing but a lamp clamp on his suit to help traverse the area. There was a
small radius of 2 feet around him illuminated. Beyond that an ocean of black.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">He was muddled and confused: lost. Was he in the black void that
surrounded him only hours ago? Was this void lacking oxygen? His breathing
became labored.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">The cries grew louder and closer until they were mere feet above
him, in the embodiment of a hooting owl. His face was paler than normal, covered in dripping beads of sweat. He let go of his breath and began to breathe heavily once more.</span></div>
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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 class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><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;">I nodded, even though I’m unsure why as he wasn’t even looking at me, and stared at his exquisite face. It was noticeably advanced in age, with many flaps and folds and dangles of the skin trying to worm their way off. His eyes were deeply situated inside his skull, creating dark shadows all around his eyes like some sort of demonic spirit. Other people said he had the eyes of Cthulhu, but I wouldn’t be generous enough to grant him that honor. His arms were squid like appendages, thin and lanky extending far beyond the normal reach. His eyebrows, well, the hair had vanished with time from so much ink dabbing on them, but he did create an impressive self serve tattoo. </span></div>
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Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-76521266805394592312015-05-28T09:41:00.004-07:002015-05-28T09:42:28.489-07:00Writing Burst Prompt<div style="text-align: center;">
Compose a short story where the first letter of each sentence is in alphabetical order.</div>
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Instincts</div>
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A bear was sitting upon a rock. Behind her a wolf was watching. Closely next to the bear was her cubs. Delicately, she prodded them. Every move she made was watched by the wolf. For if it wasn't for the mother, the wolf would devour the cubs. Gallantly, the wolf strode into the bear's territory. Harrah, the mother bear, stood her ground and roared. Initiating an old fighting ritual, the wolf began to circle her. Just as Harrah roared a third time, the wolf pounced.<br />
Knelt on one knee was a human observer, photographing the action, from the safety of a ledge many ways away.<br />
Leaving not even a single cub to fend for themselves, Harrah attacked. Mother bear had hit the wolf in the snout. New power had come to her and she fought hard. Often, the wolf fell backwards. Perhaps it was luck, or good motherly habits, but the wolf retreated. Quickly, the wolf galloped back to his pack. Right as the wolf ran Harrah released a booming roar. Silently, the cubs came out of hiding and dashed to their mother. The skilled mother bear had successfully defender her kin. Uncertain if the wolf would come back when she was feeding, Harrah decided to leave the plains. Very soon afterwards, the wolf in fact returned. Waiting for the rest of his pack to follow, the wolf searched for the cubs. Xiphoid, the teeth of the wolf were ready to tear and grind through their next meal.<br />
Yearning for a good action shot, the man had his finger on the capture button.<br />
Zealousness paid off for the vigorous mother bear this time.<br />
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<br />Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-23789259627638882062015-05-19T15:06:00.003-07:002015-05-19T15:20:33.195-07:00Irony Short Story<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; 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="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lunchtime</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You are hereby sentenced to death by firing squad,” spat the judge, in the direction of the defendant, who was only three feet away from him. He was completely emotionless, as if the last sentence he uttered had been ordering his lunch. And in fact, immediately afterward, the judge began deciding what to have for lunch. He stood, and exited. The defendant would see that man many times more for the appeals process.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Upon hearing the verdict, the defendant immediately began laughing. He had a strange smile on his face that didn’t fade until the next morning. The defendant was then taken away through the double doors on the side of the courthouse. Above the double doors was a picture of a blindfolded woman holding scales, with both scales at an equal height, blind justice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once in his office, the judge retreated to his desk. Inscribed in it was a quote: “Truth. Justice. Honor.” He began filing the necessary paperwork that was triggered by the course of events in the courtroom. It took him a mere minute, he faxed it off, and about twenty minutes later the ordered hamburger came by an intern. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">The intern was acting in a hurried manner. As soon as he entered and dropped off the food he ran off. From outside the office, the intern could hear, “Forgot the mayonnaise, goddammit!!” which was nearly screamed. The judge then proceeded to spew a wide range of profanities, which when asked how he had such a collection, claimed that they all came from his bad tempered defendants. He began to mumble, “do it myself...goddammit...damn mayonnaise...MAYONNAISE,” Disgruntled, the judge shot his sandwich in the trash, and marched out his office, and hopped into his intern’s car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hello, welcome to Burger King, how may I take your order.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Gimme three cheeseburgers, a large fry, and uhh what, what do you call those ice cream things?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh a frosty?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah sure, why don’t cha’ give me ‘un large frosty and...” as he continued, the cashier began to lose interest and think about her lunch break.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Okay, yes, sir, sure thing. That’ll be $2.84”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">“OK whatever, just get me my food fast.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, sir, here is your…” he trailed off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">The judge then sped away from the ordering window, accelerated to about 40 MPH, even though the next window was a measly 4 yards away. The senseless act caused the judge to slam into the car in front of him, which was rocked forward. Through the window the judge could see the woman flailing her arms and freaking out. She was about to scream the judge’s ear off.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The judge then proceeded to scream a very high shrill scream, with full force, using his entire body. His limbs followed by flailing all around, until the judge decided what he was going to do. He accelerated and sped onto the road, except he never took his foot off the break. 80. 100. 120. 140. 160. 190. 220.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The defendant was sitting in his cell staring at his wall. “I’m going to die soon,” he said, with a sad demeanor, but not that sad. Not death sad, sad as in someone just stepped on his lunch. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; 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="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Smoke filled the cell. The car was pressing against the defendant’s head. The judge was three feet away from him. His head was laid on the steering wheel, with red liquid pouring from all around him. The defendant walked straight up to him, and simply whispered, “Thank you,” and he walked away. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Precisely two minutes and eight seconds later the judge raised his head. “My drink, goddammit!!!” He got out of his car, and returned to his office. As soon as he sat down in his chair, his intern entered his office. He was shocked. Not car crash shocked, but shocked like someone just slapped his lunch out of his hands.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m going to have to request to take the rest of the day off,” he said, almost ashamed, “my car has been hijacked and crashed,”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This is highly unacceptable,” he continued in a very monotone voice, “I would expect more from someone like you. Good thing you’re not paid.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Immediately afterwards, police officers entered his office and seized the intern. One officer took hold of one arm, while the other took hold of his other arm.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Excuse us your honor, we have reason to believe that your intern here has helped a convict escape. We scanned the license plate, and found that he owned the crashed car.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No, it, it, no, it was stolen! It was hijacked! Tell ‘em your honor, tell ‘em!”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’ve never thought less of anyone else in this world than you,” said the judge, staring right into the soul of his intern. “Get him out of my sight,”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Does this mean I’m fired?”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No, and you’ve done so well you’ve made your pension fifty years early! Congratulations!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.0799999237061px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The judge looked down at his papers while the intern was taken away. He began working on the paperwork for the convict case. After the intern was taken away, he stared out the window thinking about what to eat for lunch. </span></span></div>
Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-92096171571362840222015-05-09T17:16:00.000-07:002015-05-09T17:16:57.098-07:00Found Poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-89592361071746302682015-04-29T18:44:00.000-07:002015-04-29T18:44:13.212-07:003 Poems<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Poem 1: Afghan Landay</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Original Draft: <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">My people scorched, called “just damnation”.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> The blood of my people fell as precipitation.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Revised Draft: </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">My people scorched for “just damnation”,</span></div>
</span><span id="docs-internal-guid-278c0808-07e0-2229-3339-9c8b0753d118"><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> reasoned as leading us to glorious salvation. </span></span></span><div>
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Poem 2: Japanese Tanka</div>
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Original Draft:<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Valleys everywhere</span></span><br />
<span id="docs-internal-guid-278c0808-07e2-e141-56aa-d7510dc2a581"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Butterflies diving quite low</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Quacking duckbills boom</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Moths dancing all around you</span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Clouds wisping through the wild winds</span></span></span><div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><div>
Revised Draft: <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Beautiful bright trees</span></span></div>
<span id="docs-internal-guid-278c0808-07e5-5903-fc23-d8284a168d45"><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Disgusting giant buildings</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Beautiful bright bees</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Artificial clouds inflate</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Caught in a burning vapor</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Poem 3: Free Verse</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Original Draft: </span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Geeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span></div>
</span><span id="docs-internal-guid-278c0808-07e7-6ac8-7a0f-4c384431a451"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wanna to ate sum aple sauce!!!!!!!!!!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wanna play with billy!!!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I want to hang with Clara.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wish I had some money.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I want to go to college.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am going to get a job.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I need to meet someone.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I need a raise.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am going to build a crib.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I need money.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I ought to get a more expensive car.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I would like to retire.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can’t wait for my grandchildren!!!!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why didn’t little Timmy invite me to his game?!?!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Geeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Revised Draft:</div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline;">Wail(s)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38;"> (Santa)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38;"> (School)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"> (Job)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt;"> (Sports)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt;"> (College)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt;"> (Career)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt;"> (Job)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38; vertical-align: baseline;"> (Marriage)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38;"> (Children)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"> (Promotion)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"> (Retire)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38;"> (Tranquility)</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="line-height: 1.38;"> (Grandchildren)</span></div>
<span style="vertical-align: baseline;">Wail(s)</span></span></div>
</span></span></span></div>
Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-30005884251369184402015-04-06T13:48:00.003-07:002015-04-06T13:48:26.714-07:001 Experience; 2 Passages Each with Different Tones<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Passage 1; Tone 1</b></div>
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My
goldfish died last week. I haven’t left my house since. I've been crying and
weeping and weeping and crying and crying and weeping. I ran out of Kleenex day
two of mourning, but that didn't stop me from lamenting over his death. It’s
very hard to relive the moment, but I guess it’s necessary in order for you to
better understand what happened. </div>
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I
woke up in the middle of the night with a horrible feeling in the pit of my
stomach. It was like when you wake up and are zombified, so groggy everything you
see in your eyes is a giant smear. Everything appears to be a giant smudge in
your eyes and you can’t see defined shapes, except I could see my goldfish,
with it’s bright orange and yellow body against the blackness of the dark
kitchen. I could tell it was dead because it was just sprawled across the
bottom of the tank. </div>
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Upon
seeing the corpse of my dearly beloved friend, I immediately collapsed upon the
floor, filled with dread, where I would remain, much like my fish, sprawled
across the kitchen floor until my father would find me fast asleep seven hours
later, in the late hours of the morning. How could my fish do this to me?</div>
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<b>Passage 2; Tone 2</b></div>
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My
goldfish lived a very long life. He was happy, and died how everyone wants to
die, fast asleep. I've had him since I was 7, and he was always a very loyal
fish, blowing bubbles whenever I would come home. I am lucky to have had him.</div>
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When
I found out he died, and it is worth mentioning that I found out in the middle
of the night, I instantaneously fell asleep with relief. He had been dealing
with debilitating cataracts recently, so it was good he finally had an end to
his horrible struggle. </div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>I will always remember the wonderful memories we had
together. Memories such as when I picked him out among all the other goldfish because of
his wonderful personality, when we ate ice cream every Saturday, when I almost lost
him when we were swimming at the beach, and when we were making snow angels, those are all priceless moments. Thanks buddy for the good times.</div>
Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-14321002013123232162015-03-30T17:24:00.000-07:002015-03-30T17:29:00.738-07:00Distillation: AP English Literature and Composition Free-Response Question<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> To deliver the narrator’s intended
criticism of brainy people, the narrator of the excerpt utilizes imagery, point
of view, and direct characterization. Through the use of various alienating
phrases such as “blindfold into some nasty pursuit” or “intellectual sort”,
utilizing disturbing pictures of strange people poking and stabbing spiders and
frogs, and also speaking directly to the audience is all done in order to
further antagonize the subject, which are intellectuals. The narrator himself
is in fact blind and is ignoring the benefits of what the intellectual has
accomplished for society, in order to further promote his own senseless brand
of thinking, which is that one is fortunate to have to do hard manual labor in
order to survive, rather than ponder because one is well off enough to. In the
passage, the narrator displays the attitude of being both ignorant and hateful
of intellectuals to make the idea of a life of hardship sound pleasing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-76060860047817018312015-03-29T14:46:00.002-07:002015-03-29T14:46:42.869-07:00200 Word Sentence<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The clouds, seeming to be as if they
were in an alliance, lingered on in the time after the first snowfall well into
the late of next week, hanging high in the sky, as if joined into one super
gigantic mega cloud that never ends, which never appears to change hue, which
never appears to move, and which never appears to disappear, and sometimes,
however oh so rarely, if one is lucky, the muffled rays of sunlight will
successfully manage to erode the top layers of the cloud, and merely permeate through
the bottom, which in all reality is a mockery of the delusion that humans have
control, the day never has a blue dot in sight, that would be too much for the
average person to handle, it would be far too much joy to see a glimpse to the
end of the cloud, it would bring too much chaos to the world, so the cloud
stays stagnate for months, encasing the human population in a dome of forlorn, it
greets you in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and is even
illuminated enough to greet you at night, and it is unfortunately here and
inescapable during the majority of the year.</span></div>
Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-45687335958114507282015-03-24T17:31:00.000-07:002015-03-29T14:46:54.325-07:00Tone Letter<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Dear
Manager,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> I would just like to take a
moment to thank you for your thoughtfulness, which I was honored enough to receive
from your restaurant only this past week. I must say the service was absolutely
phenomenal; I only had to wait an hour before being asked if I was ready to
look at the menu.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> It is important to give some
context as to why I am so shocked to have such great service. I am a traveling
businessman from the great state of New Mexico. Back in New Mexico we have this
horrible habit of getting the menu immediately, ordering in five minutes, and
then eating another ten minutes later. Now that I think about, I can’t believe
that I was able to put up with such disgusting and barbaric behavior back in my
home state. I think I will have to go sit in the corner to punish myself for
all that I have allowed to happen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The greatness of your restaurant only shined further
after I received my meal. At first I was awfully confused why the waiter gave
me a jar of chunky peanut butter, but then he told me how it would better suit
my “crummy taste buds”. When I asked him about the fact that it was already
half clawed at and eaten, with varying streaks and stains from many human
hands, he gave me an answer that set aside any worry I might’ve had: It adds
more flavor. His logic was so persuasive I nearly decided to devour the entire
jar whole, despite my deathly allergy to peanuts, which as most restaurants
require, I informed my server before placing my order.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> I then decided that your
restaurant was far too classy for me, so I left. I clearly could not handle the
level of sophistication that Louisiana has compared to my lackluster state of
New Mexico. In fact I was so ashamed; I didn’t stop driving, not until I was out
of the border of your tremendous state. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> Once I was in Texas, I settled
in at a cattle ranch and had a savory steak that was nowhere near comparable to
that divine jar of chunky peanut butter. While eating the melting onions which
were drizzled over the freshly grilled steak, I started crying about missing
out on your glorious restaurant’s food. <i>I
am not worthy of it</i>, I told myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> I again would like to thank you.
I hope that your restaurant keeps all of it’s standards the same, and doesn't
change them in anyway. Your restaurant
was by far the best one I have been to, ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">
<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Best Regards,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> P.
Wilton<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-64255790964193193062015-03-16T17:53:00.000-07:002015-03-17T15:05:30.416-07:00Synecdoche, Metonymy, and Apostrophe Passages<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Synecdoche</u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b><u>Goodnight Sweet Winter</u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><br /></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
I slammed the frame into its place.
The snowstorm was no longer streaming into my room. I started eating the box of
popcorn. It was still freezing. I stared out the abysmal window at the craters
shining down upon me. I grabbed the tin and spat my popcorn out. I grabbed the
salt and dumped it onto all the popcorn. I devoured the popcorn, causing my
face to turn inward.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
annoying chirping beak started in my room again, giving me new anguish. I
grasped my lead and continued working. My words were quite undistinguishable on
the thin sheet of wood. I changed my glare towards the cement above me to see
that a strange ravine was forming. The reshaped clay and gravel fell inward
onto me. The pile of rocks stood there amongst the newly formed silence of the
cold winter’s night, concealed within the confines of isolation at the lodge.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Metonymy</u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b><u>Thanks Jack Black</u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b><u><br /></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>If
there is anything Hollywood taught me, it’s to stick it to The Man, which is in
a way ironic. After watching the film in class I can understand that this is
ironic because Hollywood is part of the problem with The Man. Hollywood is the
fancy ties and large checks that suppress freedom and what truly matters. The
Hollywood glow is displayed, but almost nothing of true value is. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Even
though that’s the truth, many sit there in their lavish homes being fed grapes
still on the vine, while many others sit in a poor situation. The status of the
yacht, it’s symbol, and what Hollywood calls lifetime achievement, does not
fool me. The highflying flag can only do so much to protect the welfare of its
people before Hollywood and the gold members of society fight back against it.
All things considered, the movie we watched in class was a very eye-opening
documentary about the hypocritical and barbaric society we live in today.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Apostrophe</u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b><u>Eris</u></b><br />
<b><u><br /></u></b></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Oh
emotion! How dare you make me feel the way I do! You can make me feel a
trillion of separate feelings all interwoven into one giant state of being. You
can’t make me so happy, and then bring me down into a slump, it’s simply not
right. What right do you have? Are you a god? Are you some sort of omniscient
being that can control everything and everyone with one flip of a switch?!? You
control our actions with that ceaseless power of yours. How interesting it must
be to be you, the person who both destroys and builds one’s self.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-11796901590084028632015-03-10T17:19:00.002-07:002015-03-10T17:19:54.566-07:00Unorthodox Point of View Short Story<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<b>Your Interesting Goop</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
You had the dream again. You were
in an ocean. You watched the scene unfold as if from the position of a god,
from a fixed point above the turbulence. The glistening azure waves swept over
you, but you managed to stay afloat, afloat above the far rooted trench. The
salt stung your eyes. There were vultures circling you, yes vultures, not the
common seagull. They were pecking at you. They were biting. They were clawing.
They were squawking. Every new scratch was the gift of struggle and pain. The
thought of sinking to the bottom of the cavernous trench was nothing you
feared, and in fact you were tired of the noise. You wanted solitude. You sank.
You fell...all the way to the bottom of the trench. You were in a pit of
darkness with faint streams of yellow light coming in. The water dissolved into
the air, disappearing without you noticing. You walked along the bottom and
opened your bedroom curtains.</div>
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You glance at your calendar and
recall your relaxed schedule. You’re actually happy that today has finally
come, and to get it over with. You hear a muffled buzzing sound coming from
your desk. It’s your dad.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“…he knows that it’s that time of
the month again! Martha, he likes fishing, otherwise he wouldn’t do it, now
would he?” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Hey! Dad? Hi, I can hear you
talking.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Oh, Jimmy boy, I’ll be there to
pick you up in an hour!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Yep. I’ll be ready.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Okay, okay, good, yep, I’m packing
lots of salad for lunch and vegetables, mmmm, gotta love those veggies Johnny
boy.” You could tell that your father was just saying this to please your
mother. Your mother chimes in, with her squeaky voice:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Who the heck brings salad on a
fishing trip? That’s ridiculous, if you’re gonna lie to your wife, at least do
it with a little respect, thank you very much. I’m not some stupid broad!” Your
parents fading thick city <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>accents make you remember your
childhood. “Hiya Johnny, sweetie, do you actually care about these fishing
trips? Don’t make your father force you to go if you don’t want to.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“No, ma.” You giggle to yourself.
“No, mom, I like these trips. It’s nice to escape from life and have some peace
and quiet! I’m tired of you guys yappin’ my ears off!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Yeah, well, love you too Johnny
boy,” You notice the joking tone in your mothers voice. “See ya when I see ya.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“See yous when I see yous.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
After sitting on your front steps
for a while, you manage to squeeze all your gear into the back of your dad’s
compact car. You almost forgot that it was small and made you claustrophobic. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
You recall how the lake in which
you fish at determines the mood of the trip. The more fish and more clean the
lake is, the more truth there is behind the idea of fishing. Sometimes your dad
just wants to talk and brings you to the “pond” in town, which in all actuality
is a giant drainage ditch filled with nothing but gravel and children’s lost
dreams. Both of you know what it is, but once you arrive there, it’s basically
an implied contract to act like it’s teeming with life.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“You, uh, want to go to Bear’s Lake?”
Your father asked like it was an actual question, focused on the long road
ahead of you both.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Yeah, I love that place, c’mon
pop, let’s go there.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Me too, you know, before we moved
out to the country, we came here once in the summertime. You remember that
Johnny boy?” You wrack your brain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“No, no I don’t.” You don’t
remember a lot of things.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“So much for those childhood
memories, huh? They’re like nothin’ now; they’ve dissolved into air. Hey look,
they got their house repainted. Ugly color. Some people just don’t use they’re
heads…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Pops, I know you’re gonna ask
eventually, let’s just get it over with now.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Shall I go down the list?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Well, if I say no you still will,
so go ahead.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“How’s work?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Fantastic! They hired two more
people to help take the workload off of me, I am leaving four hours earlier,
everyone is so nice and generous, and they installed a new snow-cone machine.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Really?!?!?!”
Your dad leans his weight forward on his seat to get a good look at you. All
the while your dad doesn’t notice he is putting his foot down harder on the gas
pedal. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No!
Of course not! It’s the same crummy situation as it was last month, and the
month before that.” You become heated. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Okay,
well, uh, do you need help paying your rent, I know the rates an hour south can
be quite difficult for most people.” You shake your head. “How’s your whole
‘music on the side’ thing going?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Really
bad pa, really bad. I am hitting a block, and my mind feels like goop. I don’t
get any time anyways to work on it, real musicians gets hours and hours a day.
Even then most of them fail. I get one, maybe two a day if I’m lucky.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>You
both unload from the car and carry the small rowboat from the top of the car to
the edge of the lake. There are kids playing in the sand, arguing over the type
of castle to build.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You’re
not trying hard enough, that whole ‘goop’ thing, yeah I only said that when I
was young to get out of stuff.” You see the frustration on your dad’s face.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m
not like you dad, I actually care about my music.” You become more heated and
hostile. You two meander your way off the shore and into the middle of the lake.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What
do you mean you’re not like me? You gonna do that Johnny boy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why do you always say that, am I so bad
to be similar to?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Your
phone stings your leg and you answer it.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Boys,
boys! Your father forgot his medication he is going to have to come back, or your
going to have to pick it up! I can’t, I have an appointment!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your mother’s unnecessary haste and
panic causes you much anxiety. You hear the children in the background
screaming as they kick each other’s sandcastles. There are grandiose shouts
followed by horrible sobs. You focus in on every little noise and detail in the
entirety of Bear’s Lake. Your father continues going off on a tangent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You turn to say a snarly comment to
your father, yet your foot gets caught on one of the raft’s seats. You enter
head first, and the water cools you off. You remember your dream, and you
laugh.</div>
Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-7389309643648177952015-02-24T15:19:00.001-08:002015-02-26T06:11:13.494-08:00The Plot Sickens: Free-write & Reflection<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> <b>Free-Write</b></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac
at Lindbergh field.” as the county sheriff continued describing the sequence of
events, each sentence seemed more and more apt to be written for a novel. “We
lost all six souls aboard the flight,” while Richard Atkinson spoke, more and
more heads began to turn slowly to the father who lost two loved ones.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He was sitting there in a chair, just feet away
from the podium where Atkinson was speaking. He was crying violently, trying to
compose himself, but with no success. If a stranger were asked to guess what
just happened, the idea that the man’s wife and newborn just died in a plane
accident wouldn’t be farfetched.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I can’t imagine what he’s feeling right now,”
said one lady sitting three rows behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I called this press conference because as
sheriff of this great county of Louisiana, it is my job to protect the public
at large.” he then proceeded to glance at Mr. Asher, sitting there in the chair
crying away. “And I wish to serve this county well. Today the designated NTSB crash
investigators confirmed that the crash was the result of a deliberate action.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> The room was filled - or rather emptied by gasps
of air. The man crying had stopped. His eyes opened wide. He stormed out of the
room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Yup, yup, yup, I told
you Frank, this would be too much for that poor Mr. Asher,” whispered Mrs. Ida
into the ear of her husband of fifty years.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He drove home. He
went down into his basement. He scraped all the powder into the sink and washed
it down the drain. He snatched the wires and cords and waited till night to throw
them into the lake.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Reflection</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> In "The Plot Sickens" by Fanny Howe, the author uses the culmination of her twenty-one year teaching career to explain a common trend among young writers today. When Howe gave her college students a similar prompt to the one Mr. Kefor gave his E block Creative Writing class, she found that the stories were usually violent and random. In fact, in the article she states, "“Of the 20 stories generated by this assignment, only 5 had
endings that could qualify as “happy” – endings, that is, in which a problem
was resolved. All the others concluded with extraordinary violence. Sometimes
it was a psychological sort of violence, difficult to make out, a matter of
alienation or bewilderment.”" I feel as though my story deviates from the authors claim, in my story there are conflicts - a man has lost his wife and child and also that there was someone who deliberately acted upon the plane to make it crash. The conflict is somewhat resolved by the end of the short story where it is revealed that the man himself was the saboteur, however in no way is it a happy story. I do however agree that my story is violent, as there is a plane crash, and the ending is a sort of psychological violence, both inflicted on the reader and characters who believe the man's innocence, as stated by Howe. Another one of Howe's claims is that, “…it is the fact that violence enters the story without
benefit of plot…”, on this point I feel again that my story deviates from these claims. Unlike arbitrarily adding violence, the violence in my story drives the plot to progress and give information to the reader without plainly saying it. The big point of the article is that in the stories of her students, "Randomness rules." and there is extreme senseless violence. While my story does have violence it isn't used all over the place - there are no ninjas that burst in while the press conference is happening. Another difference between Howe's classroom and Mr. Kefor's classroom was there was no mention of a word limit restraint in the article. If given the opportunity to expand upon our work then it wouldn't seem so nonsensical. Yet another claim by Howe is that it is the students subconscious making their stories the way they are - at first it was the "Establishment" which she explains is powerful affluent white men. She now claims it is the "Economy" - stressed with a capital letter e in order to realize that people can be made rich or poor in an instant on no grounds with no explanation. She claims that this use of arbitrary violence is attributed to the idea that what the "Economy" stands for, and is drilled into young students brains from an early age and influences their actions and decisions. While this is a very interesting idea, I'm not entirely sure if it's true. Either way, the ideas of the "Economy" cannot be found in my short story. All things considered, "The Plot Sickens" by Fanny Howe is a very interesting article, however I feel that my free-write product deviates from the claims made by the author.</span></div>
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Tristan Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17299714320578661839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834413299577152487.post-47150743717559530552015-02-24T08:16:00.002-08:002015-02-24T08:16:53.371-08:00Self Deprecation Essay<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I’ll Think of a Title Later…<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
One of the most ridiculous things
is that the underlying truth didn’t cement itself inside my head. Even now as I
am typing I am procrastinating. Well, okay, definitely not to the horrible
extent I did previously, but I am working on homework that isn’t due for
another day or two while I have a big math test looming over me… <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: .5in;">
<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">TUESDAY<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
“Welcome back class, I hope you had
a good weekend! Today we are going to get introduced to your new project. It
has two parts – a poster, presentation, and a writing section all on
photosynthesis. It will be due…” as the teacher continues I think about my
strategy for getting all this accomplished in the time given.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Oh.
Okay.", I think to myself. I understand photosynthesis somewhat so I should be
able to do this pretty well!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">SATURDAY<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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It’s been a couple of days. I think
about getting ahead, and how I should get started on the biology project, but I
don’t really feel like it. Today was a long day, I’m tired. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I should probably start that
biology project I have to do. I take out all of my school things. I grab my
poster. I turn on the computer. It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like
working on this project right now either. I plug my headphones in and listen to
music. Oh, I’ll only listen to a few songs, it shouldn’t hurt. I should
probably check to see what happened today in the world. I go to the CNN
homepage. I read a few stories. I go to the NPR homepage to see a different
viewpoint on the stories. Next I check out USA Today. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Time
for dinner!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
unplug my headphones, and go eat dinner…then I watch television…then I decide
to stop working on homework for now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">MONDAY<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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“Okay class, you get half the
period to work on your projects! Remember, it is due Thursday!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, I get time to work on this
assignment! What should I start working on first? I have to make a diagram
about the overall process and then another diagram about the two separate parts
of the process. Next I have to write a lengthy paragraph for each diagram explaining
how they connect and what they do. I open the biology textbook to the chapter
on photosynthesis. How much space should I put for each part? I find a ruler. I
space everything.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What
did you say for question number twelve on the lab?” asks one of my
group-members. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I
talked about how the phenol red indicator’s lack of color change indicated that
the carbon dioxide had left the solution, and how this meant that
photosynthesis occurred.” I respond.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“How
come that means photosynthesis is occurring?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Because
the second stage of the process – light dependent reactions – the first part of
which is carbon fixation where carbon is taken in by the plant and attached to
RuBP to make 3-PGA.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh!
Okay! I think I understand. Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I begin outlining my first title:
“Light Dependent Reactions”. My letters are inconsistent. I rewrite. I begin
delving into the book to better understand the subject, which is essential to
make a good diagram. The bell rings.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“How’s that biology project going
Tristan?” asks my mother.</div>
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“Oh, uh, not so good. I have a half a day tomorrow, I’ll have plenty of
time to work on that project!”</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You should try to work on it today
too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah I probably should.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I end up not having any time, and
don’t even open my biology binder.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">WEDNESDAY INTO THURSDAY</span></i></div>
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I arrive home at 11:30 am, and
decide to watch some TV and eat lunch. I begin mulling over my options.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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“BARK!”
an impatient command from my dog to walk him outside. I know that he is tired
of being in the house so I walk him all along the perimeter of the property
line. Even though I am on the edge of where we can go, he pushes further. He
whimpers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sorry
Sam!” I say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
settle down inside and it’s already 12:00 pm. I make myself a pizza.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“ARE
YOU READY TO PLAY MILLIONAIRE?!?!?!?” the booming voice of Cedric the
Entertainer fills the room. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yup!” I respond.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s
already 1:00 pm, but I decide to finish watching a good movie that just started
on TV! Why not? I still have like 8 hours till I have to go to swim practice.
That’ll leave me with plenty of time!<o:p></o:p></div>
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By the
time I finish the movie, even the bad side of me which is allowing me to
further procrastinate feels guilty. I start my homework at 2:00 pm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I plug
my headphones in and start listening to music, because it has been so helpful to
me before right? NOT. I continue with my usual news check.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I work
on all my other subjects of homework –algebra 2, world history, English, and
the like. Putting all else before the dreaded biology project.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Eventually
my mother comes home. Then my father comes home. I decide to start the biology
project.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Dinner
time!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok. I
will probably not get this done,” I say out loud.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What? I couldn’t hear you!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Nothing!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I resume, I finish only one part of
three. It is 7:00 pm and I have to get ready to go to swim practice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When I
leave the Wheaton athletic center, I feel a huge gust of cold winter wind
splash me in the face like a wave. It motivates me. I go home and it is 10:00
pm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I work
quick and methodically. No, I actually don’t. I agonize over every letter,
every line in my drawings. I want to do well on this project; it’s a big part
of my grade. I erase and I rewrite. I erase and I rewrite. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I read
the textbook. I write an explanation. I sketch a complimentary diagram. I read
the book. I write. I sketch. I read my notes. I write. I sketch. Repeat,
repeat, oh…and repeat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I look at the clock. 11:30 pm is
stamped in bright text on the computer. It’s ridiculous to think I have been
home for twelve hours. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I work even more furious, but get
bogged down as time passes. I had to get up early this morning, just like I
will have to tomorrow for school.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You shouldn’t stress over every
little detail, go to sleep at a reasonable hour!” my mother says.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Okay, but I want to do well!” I
respond. I resume the long trek to finish the assignment.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The left over G3P becomes sugars,
and the electron carriers go back to the light dependent reactions to start the
whole process over.” I write, finally finishing my biology project.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stare at the clock: 1:06 am. Good
morning world. I fall asleep, and cringe just a bit harder than normal when I
hear that lovely noise.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“ERRHH ERRRRH ERRHHH”, this alarm
is music to my ears.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wake up five hours later and get
ready for school. When I go into biology class I present my project and all
goes well.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good job class! I was very
impressed by your stellar work! Now that that is over, we are going to get
started on our next project. This is exactly like your last one you did, except
it is on cellular respiration, so it is more involved. It is due…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Oh. Okay.", I think to myself.<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a> As the teacher continues I think about my strategy for
getting all this accomplished in the time given.<o:p></o:p></div>
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