Friday, September 27, 2013

My picture Story

John had lived in Howerdville for a long time. He had been there since he was in high school in his own. With no family, friends, or pets he was a mellow man who had worked for a living. But then one day he arrived home and saw that his house was on fire. He called the fire department and then they arrived and told him that they couldn’t save the house. John had no clue what he would do he didn’t know anyone that he could call that would help. He hadn’t talk to his family in years, not even sure if he had numbers to reach people. He looked through his phone and he realized that his paperback contact book had all the numbers that he would need in it. But with his luck he keeps it in the dresser next to the bed. Then he broke out into tears not knowing how and where he would stay.
            After getting an apartment and living there for a while he realized he wanted a house. Then he started to look at house on the market. He saw one that caught his attention but not the ones of the other onlookers. But he wanted to know why people haven’t bought this house that’s been up for sell for five years. So he went to go see what this house looked like, and to his surprise it was a beautiful house. He looks in the windows and the inside was better than the outside, but why wouldn’t someone want to live here he thought. After a while he came t the conclusion that he didn’t want to live an apartment anymore, and then he bought the house.
            The first few months everything was going so well he even had all his furniture. When he was coming home from work he realized that something was wrong. He felt like someone was with him, so he searches the whole house but there was nothing. So he went to sleep like he normally would and still felt wired. The next morning he felt if his stuff was moved to different places but didn’t think anything of it. That evening he came in from work but he was cautious before he went into the house and then didn’t feel anything. He thought that he just was sleepy and was imagining things. But then he heard something it sounded like his name was being called.  It didn’t happen for a while so he was happy about that.  Two weeks passed and it happened again, so then he thought he would do some research. During his studies he found out that the house was haunted by and demon monster. He didn’t want to believe this so he found out how to make it revile its self.
            He did everything that should have worked but they didn’t. So he figured that this thing had left his home. Then one day while reading the news paper he heard something sliding on the carpet. He turned around and saw a lump in the floor and he stood up and grabbed the chair he was sitting in to defend himself. But then it disappeared out of nowhere and then the man ran of the house and never returned.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Dream thread

I day dream all the time on a daily basis. Most of the time it’s about me and my future or thing that I know won’t happen. It so calm and relaxing to zone out into your own world with no problems. You control everything, I love to skate so sometimes I imagine myself doing all types of flip tricks that I can’t do yet.  Also about music allot more than I so skating. Music is a passion of mine next to basketball. I can even picture myself on stage just performing and having the time of my life.

Something that Caught my Eye

One thing that caught my eye the most was a story about a guy who got arrested. He was arrested in Washington, D.C. because he was lighting off fireworks. The fireworks sounded like gunshot and put the white house under attack mode. But it’s not this man’s fault; he was just doing the wrong thing at the wrong g time. Just before he came to start to pop firecrackers he had not known that there was a shooting just nearby that had the white house on its toes. This man was not guilty from what I believe but if he did get charged for a clear miss- understanding then there is a problem with the world

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Blackout
We went to the jail, the longest walk of my life. I was so nervous the prisoners sit waiting behind the glass. I suitably impressed because my faith is great.
My lack of judgment was good. I would get rid of pain the best way... Rage …there would be consequences.
“My favorite quote “
“Everything changes throughout time except change itself, because if it’s always changing then it’s doing the same thing all the time.”
                                                                -Hayes Carpenter

Monday, September 16, 2013

memorable passage


For a long time, I went to bed early. I really never thought that the night time couldn’t hold anything until I found out. During the night time is when the vampires come out to play. They look for people to suck blood out of two that they can keep living. But secretly I wanted to be a vampire, I know it’s outrageous. It was my childhood dream so I did some thinking also some research.  Then I realized that all I had to do was walk into the line of fire. I talked to my entire loved one before I attempted this and they said only if that’s what I really want to do. So the night came and I went to the most well know spot. But when I arrived I got arrested by the cops. They said that it was crime to give e your life away to become a vampire they have been arresting everyone who come to the sighting. The I heard the ring of steel against steel as a far door clanged shut.
1)      For a long time, I went to bed early.
2)      This line is from the novel Swans Way, which was published Marcel Proust who lived from July 10th 1871 to November 18, 1922. This author is also known for other works, including Pleasures and Days and In Search of Lost Time.
3)       The novel now carries the reader back fifteen years to relate the second story--that of the love affair between Swann and Odette. Swann does not know that Odette has a terrible reputation and, thinking she will be harder to seduce than she really is, takes up an interest in her. He finds her only vaguely attractive, however, until one day when he realizes that she resembles Botticelli's beautiful rendering of Metro’s daughter in his painting Zippo rah. Idealizing Odette through the intermediary of the painting, Swann respects her beauty with all his heart and starts to obsess about her day and night. Odette introduces Swann to the Verdures and their nightly salon. At first, they love Swann's company and make him one of their "faithful" guests. One night, after failing to see Odette at the Verdures, Swann looks for her all over Paris. When they finally run into each other, their passion ignites and they become lovers. The Verdures constantly play Vinteuil's sonata, whose piercing violin crescendos make Swann so happy that he fixes an association in his mind between the music and his love for Odette.
5) I heard the ring of steels as a far door clanged shut.
 6) this line is form the novel falconer, which was published in the year 1977 by the Author John Cleever who lived from May 27, 1912  to  June 18, 1982. This author is also know for other works including Reunion and Swimmer.
8) A story of suffering and redemption, told in Cheever’s fullest register. Ezekiel Farragut, university professor, family man, drug addict, is in Falconer State Prison for having killed his brother with a poker. In this shabby purgatory, he struggles with his memories, his guilt, and his need to remain human in a dehumanizing place, until an affair with a fellow prisoner reawakens his ability to love, even if the young man is a cynical operator and love is just another burden to bear. In some ways this book represented Cheever going far afield from the suburbs where he had made his name. (Not too far: Sing Sing was near his home in Ossining, N.Y. He had taught prisoners there in the early 70′s.) But Farragut is not so different from Cheever’s lawn-mowing householders. Yearning, wayward, beset by anger and need—he’s just a Cheever character in extremis. He suffers beautifully, but he suffers to a purpose. When he finds a rapprochement with the world, however tenuous, it speaks to the prisoner in us all.


Thursday, September 12, 2013


When I read I like to be in a spot where I can focas. If I can’t focas then I can’t take in what I am reading. To be able to actually enjoy the book is so much better than just reading it in general. I also like to have a nice cold glass of sweet tea on my side. Lying in bed with a nice soft pillow under my head while I go into another world.

My best memories connected with reading are the books that I can relate to in multiple ways.   Because if draws my attention to one thing and then I can tell what the author intended for me. The more that you can get what the author is trying to get across the more you will enjoy the book. Also the feeling of finishing a really big book or maybe just a good one you feel like you have accomplished a goal.

The Lightning Thief was that on eBook that I couldn’t put down I always was reading. I love the suspense and how everything was so well played. All the twist that you got was just amazing because you think that you got it figured out and you really don’t.  You pick up this book and you don’t think allot of it but by the third chapter things get pretty heated. One book I had to fight my way trough was To Kill a Mockingbird. I was the slowest most painful book I ever read people thought that it was amazing but I wasn’t interested in it at all. But I had to read it for an English class so it needed to be completed to that’s what got done.

The first book I ever read was a Dr. Sues book. Aim not a hundred percent sure which one but ruefully loved all his books. At young age all the riming and the excitement was too much to bear. I had to just stay with it knowing that all his books end on a good not. Even the movie was fun to watch you thought something was wrong but it got fixed in a way that you could understand.

The Lightning Thief was the best and the only series I read. And for it to be the best one for the time I got started reading just made it all the better. I could never get over that book I read it in the 5th grade and I still can’t get over the book. Rick Jordan is my favorite author of all time I wish that I

Monday, September 9, 2013

dreams

I like to dream it is an amazing experience that is still not explainable. I preferably like to day dram it just an easy way to zone out when you really don’t want to pay attention in class or you just want to go to your own little world.
I daydream about my future mostly, of what I might look like also what I might become. I want to become a diesel mechanic but I do have a passion for music. Sometimes I imagine that I am on stage performing at the Grammies or something of that nature. I have allot of side talents not to brag or anything. I just have a high confidence in almost everything that I do .
Rapping is my best way to just get away and say what I feel in the way that I want to. Plus I want people to listen to my music and like it but only if they are into rap. I write allot of music some of it is serious some of it is just a joke. Felling free and being myself is the key and that’s what got me into music. I have a great ear to I can sit at a piano and play legit music and I don’t know anything about the insterment. I just let go when I get a hold to something that I like.
I also sing believe it or not I like to just let loose when I sing. I sing about girls, life, or just songs that I like to hear myself sing. I also have a really good false set-to I can sing out of my range pretty well on a good day. I sing allot of Adele because my sister used to play her music all the time and I count help but to learn the words. Also the passion that she sings with is amazing she is very talented.
I also love to skateboard all the time that I can. It is just so fun to see what you can do with a piece of wood and four wheels. I haven’t been skating a long time but I have picked up on it really fast. I enjoy the speed, the air that you get when you just go at it. You can just go where ever and just try stuff it like the world is a huge skate park where you can go crazy. Getting hurt is the only part I dint like. I don’t fall often but when I do it is epic. I have rolled my ankle and fell on my wrist a few times but when I fall on my butt it’s the worst. You have to get up and walk and with every step you will remember that fall.
Building things taking them apart and making them better is also enjoyable. I can take apart something and never put it back together because I can get the right parts I want.  I just want to be the guy who builds something big and gets the credit for it. Something that people will see and just be amazed at what they saw.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Dreaming in Color
                 Martin Luther King inspired our generation more than people think. He was a man of honor just an overall wise and well composed. He thought us that fighting for what you believe in can be worth it no matter the situation. He did that entire he could taking physical and mental abuse from allot of his pears. They called him names and beat him just because he wouldn’t give up. This personally thought me that haters are going to hate loll. The more that you prove your point the more that they will not like you but in the end if you are fighting for the right thing then it’s worth it. Kids learn about MLK and what he did and it might even give e them the guts to tell an adult if something is going wrong in their life. A good example is bulling, kids get bullied but don’t want to speak up because they think that they will get hurt or that it will get worse. But the more they defend themselves the more people may notice and then they might help that child. He may not even be the on e being bullied he may just be the one that is watching it happen to the other child. But if they are like me then seeing someone being picked on just makes you feel bad. So now kids learn that standing up for yourself is what you should do you never let things happen that you don’t believe in.
Blustery Day
                One blustery day Albert was at the bus stop when he realized that he forgot about scarf. He runs home as fast as he can grabs his scarf but on the way out the door his mom stops him. “Son you have missed the bus!”  Albert didn’t know what to say so he asked “Can I stay home today then?”  His mother gave him the opportunity to spend the day with her. They drunk hot chocolate and played board games all day. Then to top it off they went outside to play in the snow but this time Albert didn’t forget his scarf.
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