a lack of color
a lack of blood
a lack of life
a lack of light.
a lack of breath emerges,
the grey smoke,
streaming from your grey lips,
swirls around the grey air,
and fades into the grey sky. Continue reading
Category Archives: Language Arts
Creative Writing #5 Just A Thought
Rosalie Turner, Diary entry 4:
Once again, this bubbling feeling of annoyance rises like a pit in my heart. I cant help but want to understand why.
There is so much on this earth that I will not understand, and I do not intend on understanding them, yet I feel the need to know why you long to make me feel invisible. You are my sanity. I don’t expect you to realize this but I could go to you with anything and everything you would have an answer for me. Maybe though, I have been colorblind to the truth. Maybe this friendship only went one way. I can now see with raw eyes how much effort I’ve been putting into something so hopeless.
Your words are always short, bitter, and hurtful. Maybe I am a fool for wishing that you actually cared, maybe I am a fool for wanting this friendship, maybe I am a fool… but are you aware the shape you’ve put me in? I’ve used all my words to fight. I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of trying to understand.”
I’m weary, yes. Its time to accept, but not to understand. I may never understand why, but it is like I am losing a part of me, so yes, I will let you leave. I do not expect you back.
Creative Writing #4 Isolation
Rosalie Turner, Diary Entry 2:
“Your name is a sort of background noise to my mind. Something that I am always hearing… paying attention to, even when I’m not thinking about you. Your name is always floating around in the back of my mind. I mean, I can’t necessarily tell you that, it would be far more traumatizing for you to figure out how I truly felt about you then to play it off and wait for you to tell me first. I’m tired of trying, I’m tired of wasting my time putting effort into a hopeless case. I’m tired of the way you make me feel. I’m tired of caring.” Continue reading
Only A Walk On The Beach
My head stays pointed downwards toward the cold splitting wood of the pier. Light brown hair sweeps below my lips, my neck, my shoulders, lightly swaying with the salty wind. Lazily, my gaze drifts off to the roaring ocean on this sunless, gray morning. Threatening black clouds paint the once blue sky, the bland grey it has become. With not a worry in my tiny head, my mind flips through memories of the summers I remember from so long ago. As I do with most everything, I am taken back, one memory at a time, and before I can even realize it, I am back on the chilling sand and off the pier. Memories of that summer, right here on this beach start to form in my mind. Soon enough I am right back at the jetty, in the exact spot where I found her. The same spot where my life was completely flipped around, 6 years ago. Continue reading
Creative writing #3 Self Reflection
Rosalie Turner, Diary Entry 1:
“A flush of warmth and deception overwhelms my body as I stare at you with disbelief. The words that flow out of your mouth ever so easily, pierce into my heart like a jagged knife sinking deeper and deeper into my flesh. The only thing I blame myself for right now is how easily I forgive you.
My mind wanders to only a few minutes before, how excited I was to finally be apart of his life. I would expect you to understand the emotions I felt, for you had the same ones only days before. As my best friend, (knowing how I felt about him) I would hope that you would want me to be happy.
Am I wrong for wondering what I have done to make you feel as if I would be crossing a certain line, meeting up with Andrew the same place you are at? There are far too many emotions running through my veins at the moment. I am not sure how I should be feeling or if I should be hurt by the fact that you are trying to stop us from seeing each other.”
A rush of tears form in my inner eyes as I end the phone call with my so called friend. Stunned 10 times over, I shamefully cancel on the plans Andrew had made for us. What he doesn’t realize is that it was not out of will, but pressure that I had canceled. Tears and confusion overwhelm me as I try to collect myself and understand. If I am being completely honest though, it wasn’t the fact that I was told not to join my plans with Andy that hurt me, but that I was told this from someone who was supposed to be my friend.
Unfortunately, I have learned the art of hiding my emotions behind a smile, only this was different. I was unable to control the amounts of tears coming from my own eyes. This my dear diary, is the consequence of never letting out your emotions, and now I am making up for years worth of tears as all of these emotions pour out of me. You see, my love is strong but my heart is weak.
Welcome to the story of my life.
Current Event #1 What Are Your UGG’s Made of?
Title: UGGs and Their ‘UGGly’ Reputation
Date/Author: November 13, 2013 by Zac Johnson
Who doesn’t love the comfortable, stylish UGG Boots? Definitely not the sheep they use to make the trendy boots. After reading Zac Johnson’s article on what UGG is actually doing to their sheep, I can honestly say that I lost a lot of respect for many companies using animal products.
Innocent, helpless, harmless, sheep. When you think of UGG boots, I’m sure that what comes to mind is not skinning the poor animals alive until they bleed out. We think of cute comfortable boots that use only the wool, no harm done. Sadly enough it is the gruesome truth that the animals used for the extremely cute pair of boots are maltreated and severely abused. Many actors/actresses have now seen the awakening truth and are trying to spread the word as quickly as possible. UGG, unfortunately, could care less about reputation. The brand only cares about the money that steadily comes in from their sales.
When asking my mama what she thought of this article her and I both agreed that this devastating news needs to spread quickly so that others will be aware and stop buying! We know that we will never own another pair of UGG’s again. Johnson made this article very biased in order to aware us of all of the bad things happening to these innocent animals. http://joyofteaching.lwn-stg.194-164-93-166.plesk.page/madelinel/?attachment_id=953
Lucy at the Duck Pond PART 1 (creative writing #4)
With a glare in her eye, Lucy darts towards the glistening pond and makes a sharp turn to the restrooms, quickly and quietly. With the soft Wonder Bread still in her hands she sighed a sigh of relief. She waited impatiently for a few minutes until the flashing lights and sirens of the police cars waned into a distant hum. There is nothing left but her own adrenalin to keep her pushing forward. Continue reading
World Superstitions
After reading The Monkey’s Paw, by W.W. Jacobs, we learned about a superstition in India. Because of all of the adventure and misfortune that the paw caused, I decided I wanted to find other superstitions in other countries. Going into this project I figured it was an easy passing point, but I ended up enjoying the research portion of this project and I ended my project with more knowledge than I started with.
After researching superstitions about Russia, France, and Germany I realized that the only part of these superstitions that were common was the fact that they were based in Europe and bring bad fortune. In Russia for instance, if is believed that if you are unmarried and sit on the end (or corner) of a table, you are less likely to socialize and someday, get married. Therefor Russians tend to avoid the end of the table when unmarried. In France, I’m pretty sure this one isn’t a shocker but when a hand baked bread that has come out of the oven less than three hours ago is put upside-down, it brings bad fortune to the baker and also the customer. Finally, in Germany it is told that when a loved one is having difficulty passing on, one should lift three roof tiles in order to ease the process.
After completing this project I realized that many other countries have superstitions too. Like many superstitions here, the superstitions told in other places are passed to throughout the generations by tongue and are still told to this day.
Take Me Back (Part Two/ Creative Writing #2)
“Around, around, each minuscule figure circles around me, mocking the moment. My eyes dart down while tears roll down my cheeks, each heavier than the one before it. Stiff and cold is the grounds beneath my bare feet, shaking more than ever, my eyes dart unwillingly out the barred window of the truck. Quickly and swiftly I collapse grasping the cool ground as a throbbing sensation fills my thoughts. Continue reading
Lillie and Lilacs (Creative Writing #3)
She lay alone, with a mild enthusiasm, her eyes drift upwards towards the twinkling stars. A hot stream of tears rolls steadily down her cheeks. Looking up at the tree tops above her she thinks about the home she left behind. It was not worth the trouble to stay, they did not love her, and they did not care. They got money out of it and that was all.
Next to her lay Lillie’s journal, she observed it ever so carefully and finally picked up her pen. Neatly, she begins to write. She wrote about nothing in particular, yet about everything most important to her. Looking about, she absorbs all that was around. The lilac flowers glisten and gleam in the tall grass around, the angered sky rumbles and rolls about, causing a slight breeze to tousle her golden locks. Goosebumps rise together down her chilled spine, and her painted fingertips follow the bark of the oak tree then pick up her pen once more. This time she reads aloud what she written.
“I ran away from you
In a dream once.
I knew that you were the one,
That I could never know,
That I could never love with a whole heart,
So leave now,
Before daylight pulls you away,
From me.”