Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Typhoid Fever - Present tense Childhood Memory
I am 12 years old and I was in bed when I hear a loud noise coming from the stairs. I walk up the stairs and no one is there. I go to to my little twin brothers room to see if they are awake. I'm shocked to see what I have seen my mouth jaw drops in seconds. My mother and step dad are having inter course with my brothers in the room. I cant believe it I grab clothes to change my brothers and take them out. My mind has so many thought in it at this point. I am not sure what to do but the main thing was to take my brothers out of the room. I take them downstairs and change them. I head to the kitchen to make them some break feast and leave them in the living room watching Disney Chanel. I'm still shocked and in disbelief. My mother takes me outside and asks me why I was up there. I explained my reasons and let her know " You are the most disgusting person I have ever met in my life." She beats me till she is tired and I am left on that cold garage cement floor bleeding and crying not able to rise and stand with pride.
Monday, October 25, 2010
"The Cold Equation" from Marilyn's Point of View
I don't know what I was doing. All I wanted was to see my brother. I promised my momma and daddy that I would go back. My brother was in a plant called Wooden. I really wanted to see him so I hopped on an EDS. I saw a sign I read it and said “ Unauthorized personal keep out.” I knew I would be breaking some kind of regulation. I thought I had to pay a fine or something related to that matter but I was wrong. I was hiding in a closet. I thought no one would find me and I would make it safe there. When unexpectedly a man named Branton caught me. He thought I was a man or at least wished I was. He said it would have made his job way easier for him. I was a stellaway and I was not supposed to be there. I was in big trouble! I had to die because I was taking up there fuel and slowed down there shipping, at least that was what was mentioned. I was scared and I wheeped. I tried to convince Mr.Branton but he said he couldn't help me all I could do was write to my momma and daddy. I asked if I were able to say goodbye to my brother he dialed as I waited. "Don't feel like that, don't let me go knowing you feel like that" I said "He tried to help me Gerry, your fading out Gerry"....."Maybe I'll come to you in your dreams with my hair braided and crying because my kitten died or maybe I will be the touch of the breeze that whispers to you when it goes by.... think of me like that Gerry always like that and not the other way".....these were the words I had to tell my brother before I was gone "Goodbye Gerry"...and as the words came out of his mouth with the last good bye from him I hung up and got ready for my death. I was no longer afraid but happy to be able to speak to my brother one last time. In my heart I new this wasn’t an official goodbye and I would see him agian but hopefully not to soon.
Friday, October 22, 2010
"The Storyteller" from Another Point of View
Hi my name is Bertha. I am the most behaved young girl in my whole country and lots of the girls hate me because of it. I have medals for many achievements that I have completed. Lots of people admire me because of my goodness. There was a park that no one was able to go to.. basically out of bounds. The prince gave me an invite because he believed I deserved it. I was able to go and it was the most beautiful park ever. There were black and white fat pigs they were filthy but adorable. I was enjoying my time walking around taking a look at the amazing animals. I heard a noise and as I looked back there was a wolf right behind me. I was afraid I did not know what to do so I ran and hid behind a bush. I heard the steps and crushing of the leaves on the floor I shrugged. The beautiful medals that I had on my dress clinked against each other. The wolf heard me and pulled me out of the bushes at that point with no one around I new no one was going to help me and my life was about to end.
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