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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

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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.

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