Author's Note: This a poem about a book that I have just finished reading. It's called Life as we Knew It, and it's by Susan Pfeffer. It is definitly a sci-fi genre and if you like those kinds of books you'll probably enjoy this one. Here I have written a poem about this book.(It's also on my poetry blog:)
I remember the day...
when the moon got bigger,
and we scrambled for food.
Is there any hope we won't starve?
The day when the well went dry
Is there any hope that we won't die of thirst?
When my friend and neighbor died.
Is there any hope that we'll live?
Winter came as harsh and cruel as ever.
Is there any hope that we won't freeze to death.
Then my family got sick.
Is there any hope they'll survive?
Then the mayor came with bags of food.
We will not starve.
We were surronded by snow.
We will not die of thirst.
We saw people.
We are not alone.
We have wood and a fireplace.
We will not freeze.
Is there any hope in this cruel world?
Yes, there always is.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Lord of the Rings- The Fellowship of the Ring (part 1)
Author's note: This is my free read book that I'm currently reading. This is a short response to my book. I'm not very far into the book so this is what I can write about. This is in the eyes of Bilbo the hobbit finding the ring.
There!In the dirt something sparkled. While my boss isn't looking I walk over there casually and pick it up. It's a ring, it's a beautiful golden ring. I can feel it's power surging into me, calling to me. I look at it once more before slpping it into my pocket. Then I turn and run to my house. At my house I take the ring out of my pocket and examine it once more. Every once and awhile my hand reaches into my pocket to touch the ring and make sure it's there.
20 years later---
I have decided to leave the Shire,where I live,and go to the mountians to live in peace and quiet for the rest of my life. My 111th birthday party is tonight and I shall announce that I'm leaving there.
"Hobbits of all ages,sizes, and colors I have a special announcment to make." I began look out to the crowd of my many loved ones. "I have decided that my time is done-"I was interupted by mummers and whispers from the crowd. "I wish I could have spent more time with all of you but it is my time to leave. So now I will go and most likely never return. Good-bye my friends." and at that I slipped the ring on my finger and vanished. I never returned to the Shire and was never seen again.
There!In the dirt something sparkled. While my boss isn't looking I walk over there casually and pick it up. It's a ring, it's a beautiful golden ring. I can feel it's power surging into me, calling to me. I look at it once more before slpping it into my pocket. Then I turn and run to my house. At my house I take the ring out of my pocket and examine it once more. Every once and awhile my hand reaches into my pocket to touch the ring and make sure it's there.
20 years later---
I have decided to leave the Shire,where I live,and go to the mountians to live in peace and quiet for the rest of my life. My 111th birthday party is tonight and I shall announce that I'm leaving there.
"Hobbits of all ages,sizes, and colors I have a special announcment to make." I began look out to the crowd of my many loved ones. "I have decided that my time is done-"I was interupted by mummers and whispers from the crowd. "I wish I could have spent more time with all of you but it is my time to leave. So now I will go and most likely never return. Good-bye my friends." and at that I slipped the ring on my finger and vanished. I never returned to the Shire and was never seen again.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Courage
Author's Note: Here is a small paragraph response to Maximum Ride by James Patterson
Courage is something that is inside all of us but some choose to use it more than others. In the book Maximum Ride,Max and her friends are fleeing from the scientists who created them. Max is the leader of the "flock". She has to have the most courage out of everyone so she can encourage them and go through with things that might not even work. Courage means a lot of different things. It can mean you ate something that you normally would never have tried before, or it means standing up against the class bully but in Max's case courage means doing things a normal human could never imagine doing.There is one word that you could use to describe Max's character is couragous.
Courage is something that is inside all of us but some choose to use it more than others. In the book Maximum Ride,Max and her friends are fleeing from the scientists who created them. Max is the leader of the "flock". She has to have the most courage out of everyone so she can encourage them and go through with things that might not even work. Courage means a lot of different things. It can mean you ate something that you normally would never have tried before, or it means standing up against the class bully but in Max's case courage means doing things a normal human could never imagine doing.There is one word that you could use to describe Max's character is couragous.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Fire
Fire licks at my heels as I run blindly through the dark clouds of smoke. I hear a barking and crying and I knew that, that was where I had to go. I sprit towards the sound the crying getting louder and louder. The noise is behind a door, I pull it open and there with her beloved dog is a crying little girl. I grab her and start running back through the smoke, the dog close on my heels. The girl's mouth is covered by my jacket and her eyes are tightly shut. Suddenly I stop panicked at a thought that ran through my head: none of this looks familier.. Are we lost? But then I heard shouts and sirens move in that direction. I see the door and the smoke filled night sky. The girl starts crying and I talk to her soothingly, " It's ok sweetie we're almost there." I can see people and abulences as I make the final sprint. I reach the door and rush outside into the clean night air. I let go of the girl and she rushes over to her anxious family inside an ambulence, her dog following her. I watch as her family pulls her close and they all start to sob. As I turn away I think to myself, I did it, I brought another family saftly together.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Social Studies
Author's Note: Ok now this is a funny story about S.S. that happened today...
Now, in social studies we were watching a video on Western Canada. I'm guessing most of you are watching Artic Canada. Anyway at the end of the show the host goes to a bar type place and gets a drink. This drink is called Sourtoe. The wierd thing about this drink is that it lives up to it's name. When he orders it the waiter tells him the rules of this drink. There really is a HUMAN TOE in this drink. It is actually a petrified human toe so it's as hard as a rock. Then the waiter pulls out, like, 7 different toes the host can put in his drink! They all brown, old, and I'll just call them gross. The really disgusting part is that you have to let the toe touch your MOUTH before you are done. EWWWWWW!! After that my friend Gayathri, who was sitting in front of me, turned around and said,"What are you having for lunch?Toe?!" Everyone round us starts cracking up. It was sooo funny!
Just beware when you watch Western Canada there are many gross things to see in that movie......
Now, in social studies we were watching a video on Western Canada. I'm guessing most of you are watching Artic Canada. Anyway at the end of the show the host goes to a bar type place and gets a drink. This drink is called Sourtoe. The wierd thing about this drink is that it lives up to it's name. When he orders it the waiter tells him the rules of this drink. There really is a HUMAN TOE in this drink. It is actually a petrified human toe so it's as hard as a rock. Then the waiter pulls out, like, 7 different toes the host can put in his drink! They all brown, old, and I'll just call them gross. The really disgusting part is that you have to let the toe touch your MOUTH before you are done. EWWWWWW!! After that my friend Gayathri, who was sitting in front of me, turned around and said,"What are you having for lunch?Toe?!" Everyone round us starts cracking up. It was sooo funny!
Just beware when you watch Western Canada there are many gross things to see in that movie......
Friday, February 5, 2010
Bread
The smells of freshly baked bread hit my nose as I walk into the bakery.French bread, Italian bread, wheat bread, white bread and so many others surround me as I walk to my place behind the register.Customers stream in and out buying the warm, soft bread. 1 by 1 the steaming loaves disappear into bags and stomachs. As I take my leave I slip a piece of warm bread into my mouth and the soft wheat dissolves in my mouth.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Our 1st snow day
Author's Note: Here is just something that happened and decided to write about it. This story is true and is an example of my summary style.
Wednesday, December 9th,2009. That was the date of our first snow day! I woke up at about 7:00 that morning and came to a conclusion that today was a snow day. When everyone woke up we had breakfast, french toast. Then me and my sis, Emma, went into our room to wrap chistmas gifts. Later that day my brother, Zack, came in to wrap his presents. The only problem with that was that he didn't have anything to wrap. So went into his room and for a Ohio State footbal that makes noises. He said he would give it to my dad, even though my dad already knows we have that.... SO I help him wrap it up after we , not my dad, tell him that your not supposed to give people things that they alredy know we have. That didn't work, he still put it under the tree.
Before lunch we all went outside to play in the snow. My sis and I tried to make a snowman but it didn't turn out to well....
Wednesday, December 9th,2009. That was the date of our first snow day! I woke up at about 7:00 that morning and came to a conclusion that today was a snow day. When everyone woke up we had breakfast, french toast. Then me and my sis, Emma, went into our room to wrap chistmas gifts. Later that day my brother, Zack, came in to wrap his presents. The only problem with that was that he didn't have anything to wrap. So went into his room and for a Ohio State footbal that makes noises. He said he would give it to my dad, even though my dad already knows we have that.... SO I help him wrap it up after we , not my dad, tell him that your not supposed to give people things that they alredy know we have. That didn't work, he still put it under the tree.
Before lunch we all went outside to play in the snow. My sis and I tried to make a snowman but it didn't turn out to well....
Friday, December 4, 2009
It's a Dogs' Life
Author's Note: A true story and something to share with you. You can also see the timeline I created through the story. In this piece you have an example of my storytelling technique.
Cherokee, he was my play toy, my jungle gym, my blanket, and my dog.
One day a little after my mom and dad got married and my dad was training to become a pilot a puppy started following him around the airport. This dog was living here with his family and I guess he just thought my dad looked like a nice dog person. Well he picked the right person. He followed my dad around for a few days when finally my dad called my mom who was at home and said."I've got a puppy following me around and wondered if I could take him home." My mom said yes. They found out that the puppy was a boy and decided to call him Cherokee, that is the name of the plane my dad was learning how to fly, so the name made sense.
A few years later my parents had a friend over for supper,pizza. Cherokee decided to go up to the table and find out what they where doing. The friend that was over saw Cherokee and pulled a big piece of pizza out of the box. Then she lowered her hand and Cherokee snatched it away from her hand. My parents were alarmed that she did this without even asking them permission! Ever since that day Cherokee begged and begged for human food.
A year later my brother was born. He has autism, or special needs. He would climb, jump, and tackle Cherokee. I don't know exactly what Cherokee did but my parents say that he played nice with my brother.(Zack)
Then I was born 2 years later, I saw what Zack did to Cherokee so I pretty much copied him.
Then after another 4 years my sister was born.(Emma) I bet you can guess what she did with Cherokee.(samething as Zack and I)
Now I'll skip all the way through his life until 2007. Cherokee is about 15 dog years now and in June He started acting funny. He walked sideways and didn't eat as much. My mom took him to the vet (we thought he was having a stroke) and the vet said that it was a desease in his ear. He also said that it wasm't a stroke and that he would be fine. We were so relived.
In 2008 on 4th of July he did have a stroke. This was at around 5:00am so my dad woke saw him and rushed him to the vet. They vet ended up having to put him down.....
:(
Now we are looking for a house and then we will find a puppy to care and love for.
Cherokee, he was my play toy, my jungle gym, my blanket, and my dog.
One day a little after my mom and dad got married and my dad was training to become a pilot a puppy started following him around the airport. This dog was living here with his family and I guess he just thought my dad looked like a nice dog person. Well he picked the right person. He followed my dad around for a few days when finally my dad called my mom who was at home and said."I've got a puppy following me around and wondered if I could take him home." My mom said yes. They found out that the puppy was a boy and decided to call him Cherokee, that is the name of the plane my dad was learning how to fly, so the name made sense.
A few years later my parents had a friend over for supper,pizza. Cherokee decided to go up to the table and find out what they where doing. The friend that was over saw Cherokee and pulled a big piece of pizza out of the box. Then she lowered her hand and Cherokee snatched it away from her hand. My parents were alarmed that she did this without even asking them permission! Ever since that day Cherokee begged and begged for human food.
A year later my brother was born. He has autism, or special needs. He would climb, jump, and tackle Cherokee. I don't know exactly what Cherokee did but my parents say that he played nice with my brother.(Zack)
Then I was born 2 years later, I saw what Zack did to Cherokee so I pretty much copied him.
Then after another 4 years my sister was born.(Emma) I bet you can guess what she did with Cherokee.(samething as Zack and I)
Now I'll skip all the way through his life until 2007. Cherokee is about 15 dog years now and in June He started acting funny. He walked sideways and didn't eat as much. My mom took him to the vet (we thought he was having a stroke) and the vet said that it was a desease in his ear. He also said that it wasm't a stroke and that he would be fine. We were so relived.
In 2008 on 4th of July he did have a stroke. This was at around 5:00am so my dad woke saw him and rushed him to the vet. They vet ended up having to put him down.....
:(
Now we are looking for a house and then we will find a puppy to care and love for.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Journal entry---SNOW
Author's Note:This is a journal entry, in a romantic mode. I don't care for writing in a romantic mode but this wasn't to hard. Please leave comments about it.
Gently sparkling down from the heavens, snow as white as the clouds on a warm spring day.The white snow covers everything like a white fluffy blanket and keeps things cold instead of warm. The sound of a baby decares morning and soon children run out into the snow only to come back in for hot chocolate. Children push an dshove the snow into three glistening piles of snow. One smaller than the rest. The kids pile them on top of each other and stick branches out of the sides. They use carrots and small rocks to create a face. Then they step back and look at the masterpiece they just created. The children run off to some other game and leave behind a friend made of snow.
Gently sparkling down from the heavens, snow as white as the clouds on a warm spring day.The white snow covers everything like a white fluffy blanket and keeps things cold instead of warm. The sound of a baby decares morning and soon children run out into the snow only to come back in for hot chocolate. Children push an dshove the snow into three glistening piles of snow. One smaller than the rest. The kids pile them on top of each other and stick branches out of the sides. They use carrots and small rocks to create a face. Then they step back and look at the masterpiece they just created. The children run off to some other game and leave behind a friend made of snow.
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