Winners

Branson
both Danielles
Chris
Parveen
Paige

Post your BEST PROMPT with an EXPLANATION (see below)

Choose your best prompt.

Copy that prompt into a new post.

In that post explain why this is a good writing prompt.

What challenge does it present to the writer?

What does it ask the writer to think about?

What writing skills must the writer utilize to respond to the prompt?

Why did you create this particular prompt for Mrs. Baione-Doda?

Preparing for the final vote:

Before you do anything else, be sure to have 10 prompts posted individually to http://baionedodapeer.blogspot.com/


Then choose your best prompt. Copy that prompt into a new post. In that post explain why this is a good writing prompt. What challenge does it present to the writer? What does it ask the writer to think about? What writing skills must the writer utilize to respond to the prompt? Why did you create this particular prompt for Mrs. Baione-Doda?

Thursday

Please continue working on and revising your prompts. Voting begins Monday. The 5 people with the most votes will get a Writer's Notebook pass for the vacation (as in you will not have to have entries on the Monday we return from the break).

If you are out of ideas...

http://promptspromptsprompts.blogspot.com/

Challenge me

By Monday, December 22nd, you must post 10 writing prompts (in separate posts) to the Peer Review blog. On Monday, the class will choose the top five prompts from the class. Then, over the vacation, I will write pieces from these prompts. Remember, your prompts must be:

• thought-provoking
• inspirational
• challenging
• reasonable
• appropriate

Your prompts may be:

• pictures
• songs
• videos
• words
• any combination of the above
• any other thing you can think of

Prompt for Tuesday, 12/16

Incorporate all of the following images,

the words "crushing," "ecclesiastical," and "shatter," and the following song:

to create a piece of microfiction or poetry.

Mandatory Prompt for Monday 12/15

Use this picture,

the words "salvation," "predator," and "child-like,"
and this song:


to write a piece of microfiction or a poem. Good luck.

Optional Prompt

Use the following line to write a story or a poem:

...which was such a tragedy, especially because who ever heard of dying from a lady bug...

Working toward your portfolio

You must include different pieces in your final portfolio (final exam). Take some time today to go through your blog posts and choose TWO pieces you would like to revise for inclusion in your portfolio.

Today's Prompt

Go to the peer review blog: http://baionedodapeer.blogspot.com/ and choose one of the videos posted by your peers. Write a piece of microfiction or a poem inspired by what you hear or see. Post your writing as a comment on that video post.

First, give me your Writer's notebook.

Then, choose one of the videos below. Watch and listen (PLEASE USE HEADPHONES). Then write a piece of microfiction or poetry about or including things you see or hear in the video. When you have finished, post your music video pick to the Peer Review Blog. Remember: This must be a video you think would be a good writing prompt and you must use discretion.

Radiohead "fake plastic trees"



Bright Eyes "i must belong somewhere"



Tool "schism"



Tori Amos "a sorta fairytale"



Bjork "human behaviour"

Today is a good day to submit some work.

By the end of the class period you should print whatever you have been working on and hand it to me. Conferences will be held next week. Please keep in mind that the 5 week mark of the second quarter is Friday, 12/12.

More Peer Review

Please take time during this period to comment on at least two more pieces on the Peer Review blog. Rememeber to offer constructive criticism to help the author improve upon his/her piece.

Peer Review Day!

First, you must post a piece to http://baionedodapeer.blogspot.com/.

Be sure to ask questions for your review.



Then, you must review at least one piece today and one tonight for homework.

Write the first 20 words that come to mind when you look at this picture

By the end of this week, you should be able to submit your first piece for a teacher conference.

Assignments and Such

There is no particular prompt for today.

This weekend, you must check your email and accept the invitation to post to the Peer Review Blog. If you did not get an email, you must email me so that I can send you another invitation.

On Monday, I will be checking your Writer's Notebook for 3 entries.

In addtion, you must complete one of the following assignments:

Thanksgiving Break Assignment

Choose one of the following writing prompts and write at least two typed pages to be posted on your blog by 7 a.m. on Monday, December 1st.

1. Write a Thanksgiving dinner scene that takes place 30 years into your future. Write this piece as a short story.

2. Write a series of poems describing all of the food you ate at Thanksgiving dinner. You must use imagery.

3. On being cranberry sauce...

4. If you could have Thanksgiving dinner with any 5 people you choose, living or dead, fictional or non-fictional, whom would you choose? Write the dinner scene as a short story or as a script.

5. Describe a Thanksgiving meal using different foods to represent each member of your family.

Something a little different

This is one of my favorite youtube videos. I smile everytime I see it. Post your one of your favorites to your blog. What makes you smile?

When you go to youtube, look for the "embed" bar. Copy and paste ALL of that code into your post. THE VIDEO YOU POST MUST BE APPROPRIATE!!!

respond

http://www.crimethinc.com/tools/posters/gender_subversion_front.pdf

Describe this picture using similes and metaphors that employ gustatory, tactile, and olfactory imagery.

Use the words in this Wordle to create your own piece of writing

title="Wordle: disappear"> src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/312016/disappear"
style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd">

Watch this piece. Write. Take it in any direction you choose. Try not to be too literal (like "I saw...")

For class

Please try to bring headphones that can be plugged into the computer monitor to class everyday. Thanks!

Look at this picture. Really look. Write the first thing that comes to mind.

Writing for Friday, November 14th

There is no prompt for today. Please work on your individual pieces.

Don't forget that I will be checking your Writer's Notebook on Monday.

Write a Children's Poem in the Style of this Clip

Write about this...

Writing Exercise for Monday, November 11th

Before you begin, make sure your Writer's Notebook is on the table.

Prompt:
Imagine you have become the ruler of the world. What five laws would you enact and why?

Be sure to write this in Word and save it. Then copy and paste it to post on your blog.

The Writer's Workshop

Creative Writing – Quarter Two
Guidelines for the Writer’s Workshop

During the second half of this course, you will participate in a writer’s workshop. This means that you will now have control over the kind of assignments that you work on and which of those you submit to me for grading. You can write in any genre and in any style you choose. In addition, you will choose your due dates. Ultimately, the work done is up to you. Of course, there are a few guidelines.

General Guidelines
You must:
· Utilize your Writer’s Notebook.
· Come to class prepared to write everyday (a page per day is a good guide).
· Write about topics you care about.
· Have topics in mind before you come to class.
· Take risks as a writer and discover what writing can do for you.
· Focus on process not product.
· Follow these basic procedural guidelines:
o Brainstorm
o Compose (Save your work in a Word file and post your progress to your blog.)
o Self-reflect
o Revise (Turn on your Track Changes!)
o Peer Conference
o Revise based on suggestions received
o Self-Edit and/or Peer Edit
o Revise to reflected editing needs
o Publish (submit your work to me with all parts of the process)
o *You must have a teacher conference at least once at any point in the process.
· Submit at least three pieces to Solstice.
· You must show daily progress on your work.
· You must work in class every day.
· If you are not working in class, you will be asked to complete teacher generated writing exercises.
· You must write in at least two different genres. One of those must be a genre we have not tried in class.
· Your grade is based on work you decide to submit. Keep that in mind throughout the quarter.
· If any additional assignments are added by the teacher, you must complete those assignments in addition to your independent work.

The Blog
You will be given in-class writing exercises at least three times per week. You must post these to your blog. Be sure to keep them saved in Word as well in case they have the possibility of developing into a major piece. In addition, you must post your individual progress to your blog everyday (Your pace should be approximately 400 words per day.). Your blog will be checked daily.
Possible Genres
Short Stories
Short Short Stories
Fairy Tales
Myths/Legends
Fables
Children’s Books (you may illustrate this)
Poetry
Plays
Screenplays

The Writer’s Notebook
You must make at least four substantial journal entries per week. You should carry your Writer’s Notebook everywhere possible. Your Writer’s Notebook will be checked every Monday. Choose from the list of ideas below:
· Keep track of story ideas, possible characters, lines that come to you in a moment, etc.
· Make lists of things: words, books, famous people, cartoons, fuzzy animals, etc.
· Explode a moment by fast-writing about it for at least seven full minutes. Make sure that you write with as much detail as possible, drawing on all your senses. Write in the present tense if it helps.
· Write down snippets of conversations you hear during your day.
· Wake up in the morning and immediately write down everything you can remember about your dreams.
· Record your favorite lines from songs, books, stories, movies, or TV shows.
· Draw pictures and doodles. See if one of your drawings inspires you.
· Keep track of your thoughts. What have you been pondering today?
· Keep a daily journal. Record the events of your day.
· Record very close observations of things. Be sure to capture sights, sounds, textures, moods, and so on.
· Keep a list of interesting and unusual facts.
· Make a detailed list of character traits that you collect from your observations of people.
· Interview someone who may have personal experience with something that interests you.
· Make a list of several questions about a particular person, place, thing, idea, or event.
· Collect a series of photographs from a newspaper and respond to each individual picture.
· Respond to stories in the news. Cut out articles, watch CNN, or go online.
· Paste pictures, leaves, flowers, or whatever you like into your book.
· Write down a traditional family story.
· Keep a record of school related issues and give a personal response to each.
· Research facts about things that interest you: hockey, hiking, vacuum cleaners, snakes, or whatever strikes you.
· Keep a list of words you like.
· Make Wordles (www.wordle.net) or other word clouds (www.tagcrowd.com) and paste them into your notebook.
· Write anything in your Writer’s Notebook. Just write.

Writer's Workshop Begins Monday

Our Writer's Workshop begins on Monday. You are in charge of your writing. But, you must come to class with ideas. This is where your Writer's Notebook will become part of your everyday life.

You must carry your notebook almost everywhere you go this weekend.
Please print this list and paste it on the inside cover of your notebook.

You must make at least four substantial journal entries per week. Choose from the list of ideas below:

Keep track of story ideas, possible characters, lines that come to you in a moment, etc.
Make lists of things: words, books, famous people, cartoons, fuzzy animals, etc.
Explode a moment by fast-writing about it for at least seven full minutes. Make sure that you write with as much detail as possible, drawing on all your senses. Write in the present tense if it helps.
Write down snippets of conversations you hear during your day.
Wake up in the morning and immediately write down everything you can remember about your dreams.
Record your favorite lines from songs, books, stories, movies, or TV shows.
Draw pictures and doodles. See if one of your drawings inspires you.
Keep track of your thoughts. What have you been pondering today?
Keep a daily journal. Record the events of your day.
Record very close observations of things. Be sure to capture sights, sounds, textures, moods, and so on.
Keep a list of interesting and unusual facts.
Make a detailed list of character traits that you collect from your observations of people.
Interview someone who may have personal experience with something that interests you.
Make a list of several questions about a particular person, place, thing, idea, or event.
Collect a series of photographs from a newspaper and respond to each individual picture.
Respond to stories in the news. Cut out articles, watch CNN, or go online.
Paste pictures, leaves, flowers, or whatever you like into your book.
Write down a traditional family story.
Keep a record of school related issues and give a personal response to each.
Research facts about things that interest you: hockey, hiking, vacuum cleaners, snakes, or whatever strikes you.
Keep a list of words you like.

Make Wordles or other word clouds and paste them into your notebook.

Write anything in your Writer’s Notebook. Just write.

Poetry Portfolio Requirements

Portfolios are due on Friday, November 7th - NO EXCEPTIONS!

You must also include an extra copy of 5 pieces (this may include anything we have written this quarter (narrative, short short stories, short story, poetry)) you want to submit to Solstice. This is not optional.

If you got your short story rough draft back last week, your final draft is due Wednesday, November 5th. If you got your rough draft back this week, your final draft is due Friday, November 7th.

Experimenting with language

http://www.jabberwocky.com/carroll/jabber/jabberwocky.html





Now it is your turn to write you own jabberwockish poem. Don't forget about the parts of speech and the way that the sound of a word can reflect its meaning.



You must come up with at least five jabberwockish lines by the end of the period. Five is the bare minimum. Don't be the minimum :o)

Other Poetic Devices

In your Writer's Notebook, write down as many words possible related to love, tenderness, hate, and anger. You may use a thesaurus.

STOP!

Onomatopoeia
Alliteration
Consonance
Assonance

Sound and meaning

Links to sound poems:

"maggie and millie and molly and may"

http://www.dentonbach.com/poems/9.htm

"Where the Sidewalk Ends"

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-sidewalk-ends/

"Out, Out -"

http://www.bartleby.com/119/22.html

"Soul Singer in a Session Band"

http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/bright_eyes_lyrics_3516/cassadaga_lyrics_43215/soul_singer_in_a_session_band_lyrics_468069.html

Words, Words, Words

Read the entire list of words below. Choose at least three of the words to use them as titles. Then write the poems. Post them to your blog by the end of the period.

archipelago (ar-kah-PEL-ah-go) — 1. a large group of islands. 2. a sea, such as the Aegean, containing a large number of scattered islands

cacophony (kah-KOF-ah-nee) — 1. jarring, discordant sound; dissonance. 2. the use of harsh or discordant sounds in literary composition

caterwaul (KAT-er-wol) — 1. to utter long wailing cries, as cats in rutting time. 2. to utter a similar sound; howl or screech. 3. to quarrel like cats

conundrum (kah-NUN-drum) — 1. a riddle in which a fanciful question is answered by a pun. 2. a paradoxical, insoluble, or difficult problem; a dilemma

frangipani (fran-jah-PAN-ee) — 1. any of various tropical American deciduous shrubs or trees of the genus Plumeria, having milky sap and showy, fragrant, funnel-shaped, variously colored flowers. Also called temple tree. 2. a perfume derived from or similar in scent to the flowers of one of these shrubs or trees. 3. also fran·gi·pane (FRAN-jah-pan) a creamy pastry filling flavored with almonds

jocularity (JOK-yah-lar-i-tee) — joking speech or behavior

kismet (KIZ-met) — fate; fortune

loam (LOM) 1. soil composed of a mixture of sand, clay, silt, and organic matter. 2. a mixture of moist clay and sand, and often straw, used especially in making bricks and foundry molds

megalomaniac (meg-ah-lo-MAN-ee-ak) — 1. a person with a psychopathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence. 2. a person who has an obsession with grandiose or extravagant things or actions

necromancy (NEK-roh-man-see) — 1. the practice of supposedly communicating with the spirits of the dead in order to predict the future. 2. black magic; sorcery. 3. magic qualities

phalanges (pha-LAN-jeez) — a bone of a finger or toe

rambunctious (ram-BUNGK-shes) boisterous and disorderly

ricochet (RIC-ah-shay) — to rebound

sarcophagus (sar-KOF-ah-ges) — an above-ground stone coffin, often inscribed or decorated with sculpture

sprocket (SPROK-it) — 1. any of various toothlike projections arranged on a wheel rim to engage the links of a chain. 2. a cylinder with a toothed rim that engages in the perforations of photographic or movie film to pull it through a camera or projector

usurp (yoo-SURP) — 1. to seize and hold (the power or rights of another, for example) by force and without legal authority. 2. to take over or occupy without right

undulation (un-jah-LAY-shen) — movement in waves; a wavy, curving form or outline

vertigo (VUR-ti-go) — 1. the sensation of dizziness; an instance of such a sensation. 2. a confused, disoriented state of mind


Homework: Create a list of words that you like. You must have at least 25 words on your list.

shape poems

This is a challege. This is obviously an elementary school activity, but you need to raise the level of sophistication. Use this activity to challenge yourself in the areas of metaphor, simile, imagery, and diction. Be sure to print your poem and give it to me. THIS IS BEING GRADED!!!Good luck!

http://www.readwritethink.org/materials/shape/


Once you have created a basic shape poem, try writing another kind of "shape" poem where the layout of the poem reflects the meaning or feeling you are trying to convey. Use the following poem as an example. You must write at least two of these poems. Post your advanced shape poems to your blog by the end of the period.


by e.e. cummings

l(a

le
af
fa

ll

s)

one

l

iness

Parts of Speech Poems

§ One
· Article + Noun
· Adjective + conjunction + adjective
· Verb + conjunction + verb
· Adverb
· Noun (relate back to first line)

§ Two
· Adjective + noun
· Adjective + noun
· Adverb + verb
· Adverb + verb
· Conjunction + adjective + noun
· Adverb
· Verb
· Interjection

§ Three
· Preposition + pronoun + adjective
· Verb + adverb
· Conjunction + adverb + verb
· Noun
· Adjective
· Noun
· Adjective
· Adverb + verb + conjunction + noun + preposition + adjective + noun

Example of a very, very short image poem

http://www.bartleby.com/104/106.html

What is poetry?

Read all of the following quotes regarding poetry. Choose the three quotes that you believe are the best definitions of poetry. Copy the quotes into your Writer's Notebook, put the quotes into your own words, and then explain why they are the best defintions.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ~Leonard Cohen

There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either. ~Robert Graves, 1962 interview on BBC-TV, based on a very similar statement he overheard around 1955

Poetry is what gets lost in translation. ~Robert Frost

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ~Carl Sandburg, Poetry Considered

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~Percy Shelley, A Defence of Poetry, 1821

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. ~T.S. Eliot, Tradition and the Individual Talent, 1919

Poetry is ordinary language raised to the nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words. ~Paul Engle, New York Times, 17 February 1957

Friday, October 17th

All printed drafts are due at the end of the period. Please write on the top of your paper if it is a rough draft or a final draft. If it is a final draft, please staple your final draft to it. Don't forget: this must be in MLA format.

All final drafts must be uploaded to www.turnitin.com.

Homework due Monday:

Copy (yes, in your handwriting) your favorite poems and song lyrics into your Writer's Notebook.

Dialogue exercises

What is tone?

Open your story in MS Word.

Switch computers with a partner.

On your partner's story:

• Highlight all dialogue
• Insert comments (In your comment answer the question "What is the tone of this line?")

The Short Story

Here is the rubric that will be used in the grading of your short story. Please refer to it throughout the writing process.

Working toward your Short Story

Think about your setting. Think hard. What imagery could you use to describe your setting? What mood is created by your setting? What details should you include to help set the mood?

Write one detailed paragraph describing your setting in your writer's notebook. This is an exercise in setting. You may or may not use it in your short story. Please give me your notebook as soon as you are done. You may then continue working on your short story. Post your progress on your blog at the end of the period.

100 words 6

You look around, and there are many people. Some are young, some are old, some are male, some are female, all different, none the same. You are surrounded by people, tons of people, but you have never felt so alone. There are people running, some go into you, like you’re a figment of their imagination. You look into peoples eyes and see their soul but they do not see yours. Then, you turn your head ever so slightly and see a man, he is doing the same. You wait for his eyes to reach yours, and then it happens.

100 words 5

I take a seat on the train; look up from the paper, a man glances at me and he looks ragged and old. He wears barely anything in the middle of the winter. I sit there all dressed up in my black suit. The man looks familiar, I see him everyday. He asks me where I am off to and I tell him to work, where I just started. He somehow knows the exact address and number. We talk for a while and figure something out. He tells me he got laid off one day before I started working there.

100 words 4

Stumble
Stumbling down the subway steps like a mad man, reports on “How the Economy is Crashing” for my business class. I’m just a college student hurrying to class which is important for my future life. Before I even make it down the steps, all that stress goes away in an instant. I could smell, taste, and feel the overwhelming presence of her beauty. It struck me like an unexpecting wave pummeling my heart. She dazzled me, sent me flying across the platform in front of a moving train. Should I talk to her? Or, should I just get to class?

100 words 3

You’re running with all your might to catch that train. You must get there. Your job depends on it, and your job is most important. It’s what you think about nonstop, whether alone or with family. It consumes you. You’re angry. You hate being late. Your train leaves in one minute, and you realize that you’ve missed it. Now what? You see people coming and going. You think about your family and all the time you didn’t spend with them because you had work. You regret your decisions. You realize work has overrun your life and you want to change.

100 words 2

“Are we gonna see dinosaurs, ma?” Davids voice broke the concentration of Cindy, and she turned to glance at him for a moment. About to answer, she was interrupted by being shoved by the person in line behind her. She tugged her hand lightly out of the grip of David, getting the money out of her purse while requesting two tickets for the Bronx. Once she had them, she turned around, her hand opening and she anticipated the gentle touch of David. It wasn’t there. Her brown eyes opened wide, and she searched the station. “David?” He was gone. Why?

100 words 1

Bob; just an ordinary guy.
Bob, the most ordinary man you would ever know. Every morning he gets up, goes to work and comes back home, from a job he hates, to his monotonous apartment Bob takes his routine five o’clock train to Penn Station. He gets off his train, noticing the crowded station, and waits for two hours on a bench, to make sure he has enough time to get to work. When it’s time to get to work, he walks out of the station. As he walks out, his eyes open in horror as he sees the collapsing of the Twin Towers.

Due Monday

Your 55 word mirco story must be uploaded to www.turnitin.com by 7:20 Monday morning. Your story must exactly 55 words -- no more, no less.

In addition, you must COMPLETE a character profile in your Writer's Notebook for the main character of your long short story. The link to the character profile is below. YOU MUST COMPLETE ALL PARTS OF THE PROFILE. Notebooks will be collected at the beginning of class on Monday.

http://suspense.net/profile.htm

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Hidden DoorsThe only thing visible in the night was two suspicious eyes and a wooden door. These little eyes were sand pebble small like the stars are in the night sky. They belonged to a baby dwarf maybe, small enough to fit in the palm of ones hand. Every night its eyes would peer out just above the top of the hidden door in the ground like it was looking for someone or something. I decided one morning when the air was still cool even though it would soon be seventy degrees out to open that door. I causally strolled on my lawn with my head down almost as if I was too weak to lift it up. I would search the ground but never find it. Only trip on the hill of grass where it was supposed to be. So tonight I will go out at night when those little eyes are peering out of the hole. I clothes pinned my eyes open so when the clock strokes twelve I see the eyes come out again. I saw it and went around back hoping the creature would not see me. Then I jumped, strangled the creature by the neck and realized it was larger then a dwarf and its eyes were bigger than a pebble. I realized it was just my imagination, fooled me. I guess I just have been thinking too much since Grandpa passed away. Every time I walk outside I glimpse left and right for something out of the ordinary because that is how Papa died. His heart just stopped on him, yet nobody knows what his blind eyes finally let him see. But I know what Papa saw… he saw himself becoming frail and his body dying and so it did.

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garbage
My day started off fine. I was sitting in my room, just relaxing like every other meaningless day. But today something new happened, something I never saw coming, who would’ve thought that I, a little plastic knife, would get his chance to shine and cut.But back to the story, my door opens and in comes a giant, five legged octopus grabbing and rummaging through my room and all my brothers and sisters. The octopus grabs me and yanks my white, shiny, plastic body out of my room. It feels as though the octopus is choking me to death and is refusing to let me go. I try to scream at this monster but my words don’t come out loud enough. He starts jerking me back and forth cutting up this big, nasty, red, juicy thing that looks like an apple, I couldn’t get a good glimpse, and the monster was moving me way to fast.To be honest with you I don’t think I’m cut out to be a knife. I woke up after passing out from that stupid octopuses cutting techniques, in a pitch black, smelly cave. I worked my little, plastic body up towards the top of this pile. It seemed as though it would never end. It just kept going and going, I was just about to give up but suddenly I notice a heavenly light coming from above me. I look around and I notice the stench, it couldn’t be! I am not, no, this isn’t right. How could I be garbage?!

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I was the happiest girl alive. My parents are finally letting me go drive with my boyfriend, Josh. They said that I better be careful and if he did anything he wasn’t supposed to, to call them right away so they could go pick me up. When he picked me up, I had a smile that was wider then my face and he gave me a kiss and smiled. Every time I tried to talk to Josh, he wouldn’t answer me.I started screaming at him and the tears were just pouring out as I was yelling. He looks at me like I’m some sort of psycho or something and just didn’t say anything. We didn’t really talk for the rest of the car ride, and when we went to dinner, nothing really happened. When we were leaving I asked him if he loved me and he just looked at me and wouldn’t say anything. I started to flip out again, but no response. I felt like something was up with him and I just knew something was wrong and had something to tell me.“Can you just please tell me if something is wrong, Please tell me if we’re over or if you love me anymore?”I scream, and scream when I turn around and see a truck coming towards and the bright lights were shinning into my eyes. I knew that was the end and cried “I love you,” to Josh before we hit. I felt my heart beating as I was stuck in the car and I saw Josh lying there dead. I started bawling knowing this was my entire fault and finally realizing he was gone. I loved him, but I’ll never know if he loved me because he never gave me the answer.

So this is your setting for 100 words

Yes. You must still have a character who has a conflict that comes to a climax, and your reader must be left with something to think about. Yes...in 100 words. Good luck!

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Growing, growing thicker and longer, the bottom comes in, and then the top, like a giant centipede hovering over a dead prairie dog. The sides begin to grow in, starting slow like a sloth and then getting faster, faster, faster than ultraviolet rays of light. The top, bottom, left, and right sides all fighting for space to grow and expand. A civil war, occurring each day. Days go by, weeks saunter by, eventually months start coming in to play, one month, two months, three months, by the fourth month the once empty space was engulfed in thick hay-like structures. Since no space was left, all that was left for the structures to do was grow down, up, and out. A change occurs somewhere along the sixth month, the fighting for space to grow is abolished and the areas sort of become one, working together to gain complete and total control over the environment. The now whole area of molecules, find that it is much easier to work as one and not as four. They us the new game plan as an advantage and begin intertwining and tangling itself to create a thickness and design that was unimaginable when they were working individually. The seven month mark has hit and the area is pleased, pleased with it’s progress, pleased, not complete, so it keeps growing and finding new patterns and designs to use, hopefully creating the massive mass that is wanted from it. “It” isn’t the right word, “it” is a living thing, a growing living thing. So we will start referring to “it” as Belvedere, a very respected and powerful name in many parts of the world, we will call “it” Belvedere because “it” is respected and very powerful, very powerful indeed. Christened nearly nine months ago now and still growing strong, growing awkward and uncertainly, yet still strong. Devouring things that aren’t even in his range now, Belvedere continues the madness. Finding over things to unleash its rapid growth on, mostly air, but other things as well, flies, dust and other particles floating through the air all become victims to Belvederes wrath. Ten months hits and a feeling of invincibility overwhelms Belvedere, he becomes much to self confident and he will soon realize that this is his downfall. 11 months now and the goal of growing for a year is nearly in his grasp.

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Girl: It was gray and the streets looked lurid. I walked down the street calm and collected. I was headed towards an ally in between seventh and sixth in down town Manhattan. It was about seven o’clock, around when the sun is set and darkness is just around the corner. It was perfect timing, I knew he’d be headed this way in about twenty minutes. I decided to smoke a cigarette before the fun began.
Boy: I was done with my last class in five minutes and I’d be meeting up with my new friend. She was beautiful, dark hair, icey blue eyes and soft pale skin. She was different though. Only liked the rain, it was sort of depressing. But it was her kind of day then because the gloomy sky that was lurking around the city was here to stay for the night.
Girl: I sensed him. Happy as he walked closer and closer to my favorite ally. It was my favorite because only select few people new of it and only if you are them you could understand why. He turned the corner. My blood rushed as he gently touched my face with his warm fleshed hands. Now was it. I began to kiss him intensely, then tilted his head to the side and took a demoniac bite at his poor innocent neck. And sucked and sucked the beautiful blood. It made me feel alive again, the intensity never gets old. The rush is worth one million innocent lives of men. But then right before I sucked him dry he spoke.
Boy: I was almost where she asked me to meet her. It was such an odd spot, I didn’t understand why there and not at my apartment or out to dinner like we usually did. I did not care though. I only knew her for three weeks but I felt so connected and drawn to her. As if I was hypnotized. I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend. I reached the ally, there she was looking radient. She came on to me like I was the magnet and she was the metal. It made me feel good like she really liked me. I thought she was just going to kiss my neck playfuly untill it stang and blood driped I realized she had bitten me. It was the oddest pain. As if I was dying slowly. I was a lake that was quicly turning into a dessert. I looked at her, she was pale her icey blue eyes turned nearly black she had fangs and blood dripping from her mouth. I do not want to die i said with every ounce of energy I had.
Girl: When he told me he wished not to die. I did not know what he meant. I am dead. Did he wish to be like me? I hoped not, i asked him. He did and I for some strange reason felt remorse; I have never felt this way about a victim before. I tryed to explain he did not want this but no matter what I said he would not change his mind. I bit my wrist and let him suck, suck and drink his very first taste of what he would become. Little did he understand I live in hell and he just took the stairs down.

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She stared at the ruby, glimmering in red, within the museum. She wasn’t supposed to see the color, she knew. She knew that such a thing was what she was programmed to not see. Everything had to be plain, drab, boring, the same. The woman next to her, who looked utterly similar, glanced at the jewel and passed it without a second thought. Karen realized that she was the only one with this gift, if she could even call it that. It was beautiful, yes, but it was frightening. Surely she would be cast out of society if others knew about this. But the red within the ruby was the only color she could see, and oh, how Karen wanted it. She wasn’t a dark character, though if she wanted to be, she could. She was clever and able-minded, strong and a big believer within the societies rules. A major one was, though, no color- and she was at war with herself. Turning to yet another woman who seemed to be her clone, she gestured towards the jewel and said quietly, “What a nice shade of silver!” The woman nodded to her, apparently agreeing, though did not seem phased by the fact that the ruby was actually red. She couldn’t see it. Of course she couldn’t see it.Karen turned to take one last glance at the ruby, and then pivoted on her heel and left the museum. Come curfew, she would steal that ruby. Oh, she knew it was wrong, and she was such a strong believer within the rules… but she had to have it. The color was appealing, so appealing that she felt it necessary to sin just to get it. She shook her head and remembered a preaching from Minister Paul, “Color does not exist, because it will make you wish to do evil. To cut off her hair for it being such a lovely color. To steal the beautiful thing upon her neck because the colors would look better on you. Color, my friends, is wrong…” And he continued on with that lesson, one of the first lessons she learned that was engraved within her mind. But the preaching became the last thing on her mind as she entered her room, which told her hello. “Hello,” she replied back. “I’m going out.” The room was quiet, neither denying her nor approving of it either. It knew very well of Karens temper, and it also knew that Karen was a well behaved woman within society, and that she was well liked and trusted. It was within the copy of her résumé she had to give the apartment owner in order to live in this particular apartment.She dressed in black, covering her face as she took off the ring which gave her location out. If the room asked, she would say she forgot or there was something wrong with it. That should give her a half hour or so. She grabbed a knife and put it in her pocket, and then quickly burst out of the room and went to the museum. She moved slowly towards the museum, now that no one was out on the streets, well, she had to be extra cautious. The hover cams would see her and suspect her for doing something wrong, which she was. Approaching the museum, she went in through a secret exit she had seen on her way out. She made it through without an issue, carefully stepping over red lasers that were also visible to her now. She smirked, prepared to steal the jewel, but then, “STOP!”

Prompt for 300 words

If you were curious

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More on Commas

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COMMAS

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Tuesday's Work

Today, I will be conferencing with students. When I am not working with you, you can:

• Revise your work.
• Help a peer revise his/her work.
• Finish your Introduction Through Adjectives (post on blog).
• Choose a prompt from the link below (post on blog).

http://www.creativity-portal.com/prompts/imagination.prompt.html

MLA Format

http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dghsk79h_100cnrhd9g7

Creative Openings, Point of View, and Tense

By the end of the period, you should have posted the following items to your blog.

• Two rewritten openings to your personal narrative (Flasback, Setting, Dialogue, In Medias Res, Character Description)
• At least one paragraph of your personal narrative rewritten from a different point of view.
• At least one paragraph of your personal narrative rewritten in a different verb tense.

Remember, your personal narratives are due tomorrow.

Writer's Notebook Assignment for Monday

Choose one of the pieces of writing you did over the weekend. Now retell that experience using only color and sound. Use various colors and sounds to depict the action, emotion, and thoughts you experienced during this moment of your life. Try to be as creative as possible while still conveying the moment in a way that allows your audience to share in this experience.

Work for Friday, September 5th

Today's Writer's Notebook Assignment
Biography of Me
The first page of your Writer’s Notebook is going to be your biography.

Create a list of five people, five events, five activities, five books, five songs, and five movies that you believe have influenced your life. Include a brief explanation for each of your choices.

When you have completed this page, give me your Writer's Notebook so I can check your work.

Today's Blog Assignment
Introduction through Adjectives:
Choose at least one adjective for each letter of the alphabet to describe yourself to your audience. Write a brief (no more than two sentences each) explanation of your choices.

Homework
Choose any three of the following writing prompts. All responses to these prompts must be done in your Writer’s Notebook.

Choose a photograph from your life. Tell the story of when that photo was taken and the impact of that moment on your life.

Look around your room. Describe what you see. What does your room say about who you are as a person?

What is family?

My meanest/kindest moment…

My happiest/saddest moment…

Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercing, etc.? Tell the story of this mark.

TURNITIN INFORMATION

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Our First Day of Class

Welcome to Creative Writing!

Today is a day of introductions. We will begin by reviewing the expectations of this course. Here is a copy of the Course Outline and the Portfolio Requirements. After the technical business is done, we will begin to introduce ourselves. To do this, we will complete our personal Reading/Writing Inventories. Then we will end the day by composing our first piece of writing, a micro-autobiography.