I am passionate and creative.
I wonder what the future will be like.
I hear the sounds of battle.
I see the flash of swords clashing.
I want to be everything that I can be.
I am passionate and creative.
I pretend I'm made of rock.
I feel like I'm made of sand.
I touch the faint beating of a once broken heart.
I worry about letting everyone down.
I cry when the world forgets those who have past.
I am passionate and creative.
I understand that nothing lasts forever.
I say that things can if you really try.
I dream of the love I have.
I try to express myself.
I hope to be everything I can for who I love.
I am passionate and creative.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Name Poem
Timothy
It means creative, caring, quiet.
It is the number 24.
It is the ever shifting thundercloud.
It is feeling the spray of Niagra Falls.
It is the memory of Robert Collier,
who taught me to have a strong heart and clear mind
when the world got me down.
My name is Tim.
It means living each day to it's fullest and cherishing everything you have.
It means creative, caring, quiet.
It is the number 24.
It is the ever shifting thundercloud.
It is feeling the spray of Niagra Falls.
It is the memory of Robert Collier,
who taught me to have a strong heart and clear mind
when the world got me down.
My name is Tim.
It means living each day to it's fullest and cherishing everything you have.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Rising Action Story
The two Arabian gentlemen placed the bowl of water on the ground as the giraffe raised it's head once more.
"So, you like Mr. Cross?" the leader asked in choppy English.
"Indeed." I said, faking my interest. 'This poor animal could potentially being food for these 'gentlemen' soon, as well as hundreds of people unless I act quickly.' I thought.
"Very well. Let me see the payment." the Arab demanded, his tone firm but level.
"Of course." I said with a slight bow.
I reached into my coat pocket and immediately felt my pistol. I thought for a moment then pulled my hand back out again, clutching the money. I handed it to the Arab, who proceeded to count every bit of it. Once he was satisfied, he looked back to me and smiled. I caught a brief, but good glimpse of fang.
"Very good. Follow me please." he said, motioning to his tent nearby.
I nodded and followed, placing my hands into my pockets and onto my pistol and stake.
"So, you like Mr. Cross?" the leader asked in choppy English.
"Indeed." I said, faking my interest. 'This poor animal could potentially being food for these 'gentlemen' soon, as well as hundreds of people unless I act quickly.' I thought.
"Very well. Let me see the payment." the Arab demanded, his tone firm but level.
"Of course." I said with a slight bow.
I reached into my coat pocket and immediately felt my pistol. I thought for a moment then pulled my hand back out again, clutching the money. I handed it to the Arab, who proceeded to count every bit of it. Once he was satisfied, he looked back to me and smiled. I caught a brief, but good glimpse of fang.
"Very good. Follow me please." he said, motioning to his tent nearby.
I nodded and followed, placing my hands into my pockets and onto my pistol and stake.
Rising Action Story by Jenny Hickman
The giraffe leaned it's long, slender neck above it's Arab keepers. Little did they know that the mammal was reaching for one of the men's hats. The top hat. The one that would finally turn him human again. The damn importor had cursed him with this animal body, then tried to sell him off. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his hat was about to be stolen until it was too late.
The animal jerkled the hat off of his head with it's teeth and tossed it up in the air. The three men screamed, but it was too late. The hat landed on it's head and the creature suddenly turned into a man. He adjusted his hat and looked at the shooked men.
"Now," he said, pulling out a gun, "you three are under arrest."
The animal jerkled the hat off of his head with it's teeth and tossed it up in the air. The three men screamed, but it was too late. The hat landed on it's head and the creature suddenly turned into a man. He adjusted his hat and looked at the shooked men.
"Now," he said, pulling out a gun, "you three are under arrest."
"Back of Book" Short Story Summary
Even the good guys need a way to unwind every now and then. But when Jason is visited by his friend Saphire, she gets the demon hunter into more trouble than he bargained for. Can he catch two demons that have been causing trouble in South America while eluding one very angry horsemen of the Apocalypse who's out for blood AND his mammoth? All while trying to keep Saphire from getting him into even MORE trouble. Only time, and this story, will tell.
(NOTE: Saphire is a character made by Katie. For more info on Saphire, visit her blog. satrinity.blogspot.com)
Writing Practice 3/4/11
The best imaginable situation happened to me about a year and a half ago. And I didn't even know how great it would turn out to be until after it had happened. That thing is the day that I started going out with my girlfriend. I didn't know then that we'd be together for this long. Matter of fact, I honestly thought that I'd screw things up one way or another and we'd break up a week or two later. I'm happy to say that I was proven completely wrong.
I'm happier now than I have ever been in my life. And I owe it to her. Funny how things work out like that, huh?
I'm happier now than I have ever been in my life. And I owe it to her. Funny how things work out like that, huh?
Writing Practice 3/3/11
This is the worst imaginable situation. I can't think of anything to write for this writing pratice!!! CRAP!!! >x<
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