Thursday, October 31, 2013
Free Write
Write in any style and about anything you want. A minimum of 250 words. Due at the end of the period.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Ghosts
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Dialogue

Write a dialogue between two or more people during a conversation when they do not think they are being observed. You can pretend to overhear their actual words, or alternately, fill in words that you interpret them saying based on gestures, facial expressions, and body language. Imagine, perhaps, adults when they do not think the children can hear, or the "nice" kids being mean when not watched. Be creative - you may write you assignment in script form, but be sure to include the descriptions of movement and expression.
Minimum of 500 words. Due tomorrow at the end of class.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Cave
Four friends on a nature hike discover a deep cave, complete with running water. As they go deeper and deeper into the cave, they find strange objects–human skeletons, an old computer from the early 80s, a gas mask, and strange mango-sized orbs that emit a glowing blue light. Write a story that incorporates the scenario. The story should be a minimum of 1000 words, due at the end of class on Tuesday. Remember to split your post into several sections to fit it on the blog.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
My Life Flashed Before My Eyes
Pretend you are experiencing the final moments ofyour life. What do you see as your life flashes before your eyes? Think of moments and people that have been significant to you in some way. Write a piece in any style you'd like. It must be 300 words. It is due at the end of the period.
Here's an example:
Here's an example:
There's a pulse of light that wipes everything away, a flash
before darkness comes. Outside sound
becomes silent. All is now interior; I
am left to twist inside myself in these seemingly eternal seconds. First, FEAR.
I see myself at five, perched atop the bathroom counter, voices calling
to me in the darkness. I see the faces
of my wife and son, and they fade; I hear the sound of a flock of birds taking
flight. A tear falls into the exterior
silence with an impact that could shatter time itself. I hear the dull thump of the kick drum before
the onslaught of sound; I see my brother's consistently solemn nod from behind
his kit, backlit by shin-busters on some makeshift stage. He urges me on. I swallow hard, and feel the dryness in my
throat. His hands go above his head, and
everything shifts. I stand over my
grandmother's bedside, her face green and gray, her skull shrunken and littered
with the same peachfuzz we mistook as a sign of hope only weeks earlier. Her tongue is swollen and she coughs out the
candle of her own life. I shudder and
blink; I see my mother's resilient smile somewhere from a driver's seat,
sometime before responsibility put its claws in me. I feel warm and passive. The armies of friends and enemies march
by. Sometimes I see the same face in
both uniforms. An M-80 blasts; it is the
last day of school, children spring the length of Gavornick Park, their
laughter slingshots into a crystalline blue sky. I feel the peerless freedom of
childhood. I let go. The world goes blank, and holds. The moment blisters, swirls with gaseous
intensity. All of my life was meant for
this. This is the moment, pregnant with
the potential energy of some violent star, light years away, folded anxiously
inside itself, until..
Monday, October 14, 2013
End Word Poem
Write a poem of twenty original lines that contains end words that when extracted from the rest of the poem, stand as another poem. Here's an example:
He carries unbalanced parcels of sorrow
As his silent shoes move among masses like empty measures
No one hears the echoes, the throbbing cadence of memories
Now relegated to the faceless insignificance of amplified light, blown out
A loud white storm, no one else knows what it sounds like
This is the point when reason and knowledge become cruel
The empty, un-reflected truth rains down like beatings,
The poison of logic is administered
To the servants he left his soul to
Intelligence, sentience, introspection, those
agents that render the mind helpless
When the hunched beast of emotion descends on men
in times most trying
When there is no one to talk to
Finally, he falls down on the cold ground, a slave to the process
The machinations of his own mind, in the onslaught of grief
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Ottava Rima
Originally used for long poems on heroic themes, the ottava rima later came to be popular in the writing of mock-heroic works. The lines follow a rhythmical pattern of iambic pentameter (un-stressed and stressed syllables alternating) with an abababcc rhyme scheme. Each stanza is comprised of 8 lines, with the first six encouraging the unwinding of the imagination, while the last two rhyming lines (cc) often give a short pause to rest before continuing and express a truth. Write one ottava rima of 3-5 stanzas by the end of the period.
The tick-TOCK rhythm of iambic pentameter can be heard in the opening line of Shakespeare's Sonnet 12:
"When I do count the clock that tells the time”
Example of an ottava rima:
Example of iambic pentameter:
The da-DUM of a human heartbeat is the most common example of this rhythm.
A standard line of iambic pentameter is five iambic feet in a row:
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
"When I do count the clock that tells the time”
Our Canine Paladin
We're sure the robbers shudder in the night (a)
just thinking of our canine paladin, (b)
while Lucy sniffs the air for signs of plight, (a)
in every nook and cranny that's within (b)
her boundaries, in case intruders might (a)
ignore the risk of scratched or punctured skin. (b)
Alas, we've seen the mighty Lucy hide (c)
behind us when she hears a noise outside.(c)
just thinking of our canine paladin, (b)
while Lucy sniffs the air for signs of plight, (a)
in every nook and cranny that's within (b)
her boundaries, in case intruders might (a)
ignore the risk of scratched or punctured skin. (b)
Alas, we've seen the mighty Lucy hide (c)
behind us when she hears a noise outside.(c)
Portraying fearlessness is just a show,
for terriers project their self-esteem
for all to see, from breeding long ago,
they are the leaders of their home regime.
From safety Lucy barks to let them know
to keep this house apart from any scheme,
but with a simple knock she hits the floor
with body wags for any at the door.
for terriers project their self-esteem
for all to see, from breeding long ago,
they are the leaders of their home regime.
From safety Lucy barks to let them know
to keep this house apart from any scheme,
but with a simple knock she hits the floor
with body wags for any at the door.
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