I was kinda board at 11pm and desided to write something interessting on facebook and ended up with this random story with a poeting tuch… i think its hilarious, but then again that could just be because i’m so tiered right now and had to many cups of coffeeeeeeeeee.. well enjoy

A horse once had enough of its life; the flies landed one to many times on its butt and pooed two times in his eyes. This had to be stopped and he would disrupt their evil fly hives. He decided to become the inside man and go in well disguised, so in the right moment he could surprise them all and detonate there lives. Ha-ha no more flies no more poo; I could now live a peaceful life if I was still alive…

So a unique love story… i cant say if my idea is unique or not because i have not read everysingle one out there and i must say i am not the biggest fan of love storys. so i apologize if it is not as unique as i think.

So imagen a girl or a boy it doesnt really matter living in a world that is half reality and half fantasy, and the boygirl dies and goes to the place dead people go to and continues a whole story and meats a boy there, love blah blah all that, then the boygirl magacaly is called back to life, for reasons i would then think about if i did wright this story, and boygirl needs to chose between life or love? the end would ever be good or bad depending on my mood ^^

and this would be a one act play… i hope its long enought i enjoyed it muahah

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i dont know why the name of the file is so weird its not supposed to be like that, though it does look pretty cool

so this is my short stoy i dont know if you can see it or not cause i head people have problems with that. seeing the post because it does not load right, not problems with seeing XD

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hehe SUPER POWERS HEHEHEHEHEHEH well my one would be to be able to copy things . so e.g if i was going shoping and saw something in the window that i liked i would just have to think “hmm i like that” and then i would know it is waiting at home for me hehe. so then i wont need money or anything hehe…if thats to complicated i would just be able to teleport …cause i liked the movie jumper hehe

My perfect world or my paradise? Well this is going to be a pretty long post, because if am to create my own paradise nothing can be missed out, I am taking and apprenticeship as a god. If I may. Let’s see how I do. First and probably most shocking is that there will be school in my world. And tests but the grades won’t have any meaning they will just be there to keep the nerds happy. There will be no homework. Knowledge will be uploaded onto your brain nerds; will also have the option of lear5ning it themselves. This will not increase a grade though. Graduation will depend on talent and potential no matter if it is used or not.

The canteen will provide any meal in an instant, of because it would be cool if everyone also had there own personal robot that brings it to your comfortable seat.

Vehicles will have a see-through layer of flubber to eradicate accidents. Also planes so if one should fall out of the sky it would just bounce rite back up. Nature will always be at its most beautiful with flowers in every colour even black but they won’t be called flowers they will be called, blackemies. Emies means flower in my new language, everyone will speak it. Disabling gossip about others in languages they don’t understand. There will still be the four seasons just in winter trees wont loos there leaves.

Wow this is hard work. If I was a god I wouldn’t have enough patience to finish a whole world. My people and creatures would have to live with this … sucks for them hehe. After all this I know my world would never work out it would probably break down and end up in a disaster or in an atom bomb war. I am only an apprentice so don’t be too strict I can’t do everything right the first time round. Don’t forget this is my first world. All I can say is well done god. I defiantly prefer this world to my own paradise.< >< ><–>

What makes a good short story to you? Is it the plot, the climax, a good character which you can relate to? Or is it something smaller, like word choice or the names of people? Just the title?

Write a short entry about what you need to create a good story. Feel free to mention your favourite short story and/or novel, and use examples from there!

And if you’re really bored (this was just a random idea I had), write a short story based on someone from class ;D

So first of all I’m never board I couldn’t even get board doing nothing at all. Hehe so what I’m saying is I probably won’t write a short story about someone from class.

For me a good story bases on a good plot. Of cause it should be a theme I am interested in. although my imagination is full of fantasy and magic, if find that I more enjoy mystery action books and I don’t like single books I much more like a series. Right now my favourite author is Anthony Horrowitz. He writes the series Alex Rider, in which Scorpia is my favourite book. Because it takes a while to create a book I am constantly waiting for more to read, so I had to find something similar to Alex Rider. So I found the Young Bond series by some other author, I can’t remember the name of and the Diamond Brothers adventures also by Anthony Horrowitz.

I have also realized that books with a CHOSEN ONE, a special main figure as main characters, one all powerful character are my favourite.

Next to Alex Rider I also loved Harry Potter (like many), Eragon, The Rebel, Angela’s Ashes (woooooooow a school book, NO I’M NOT A FREAK)

I did not like the lord of the ring books way to much detail I fell asleep when he was describing the scenery when Frodo and Sam get over a hill. I don’t like the James Bond books ever, for some reason; I guess I just love books for younger people hehe.< -->

ALOOO Dude and Dudets . I are thinking and I are thinking very harder, to get up with big bum idea for your guys to identify and it is what walked along.

I think nouns are lonely and I think this is really unfair. Poor noun. Poor little noun… anyway I want you to write about your day or what ever you want but every noun in the text isn’t allowed to have less then 3 adjectives. Hehe …TADAAAAa

Titles:

Depending On Perspective

or

Viewers Choice

or

500£ Stethoscope

Says the Doctor:

“I am the doctor, standing in the park, selling my sparkling golden crown for 500£.

Selling my symbol and significance, my most prized possession, for only 500£”

Says the Viewer:

“That is the doctor, standing in the park, selling his grey old stethoscope for 500£.”

Words: 48

This is the Mini – Sage a wrote i was still going to add some more words as there is still space for a few but i wanted to know which version is better. I highlighted the parts i chose. COMENT!!!

Says the Doctor:

“I am the doctor, standing in this park, selling my crown, for a small price.”

Says the Viewer:

“That is the doctor, standing in the park, selling his stethoscope, for a huge price.”

Words: 36

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Says the Doctor:

“I am the doctor, standing in the park, selling my crown, for 500£.”

Says the Viewer:

“That is the doctor, standing in the park, selling his stethoscope, for 500£.”

Words: 32

This week, on your own blogs, I’d like you to write about some of the goals you have for your life. These can be lofty–the first Billionaire Philanthropist Songwriter to walk in space? Or, your goals might be ordinary but powerful–marrying well and raising a family?

Spend the first part of your post detailing the goals you’ve set for yourself. (”I don’t really have any goals” is not an acceptable answer!)

End your post by answering these questions, “How does writing relate to your goals? How could being a writer, of whatever skill or success, help you achieve your goals?”

Ok i haaaate this question. WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO AFTER SCHOOL !!!!! when my parents ask me this it mostly ends with me stamping up the stars and SLAMING the door …so because i can’t really do that here I’ll just write my frustration down.  I DONT KNOW WHAT I WANNA DO . I HAVE NOT THE SLITEST IDEA OR GEDANKENBLITZ. not like others (my bros and sisters) i don’t think I’ve ever had a dream to be something. … the only one i guess i had was based on SCRUBS i wanted to be … a janitor no jock i wanted to be like the doctors but this wish was based on an unrealistic tv show and i liked the job for things that don’t even exist in  .. THE REALY WORLD.  Now i think i like the idea to do something with film . so directing or script writing. I guess the reason for me hating this question so much is because i HATE giving answers if I’m not even sure of myself. i don’t like giving inexact answers. …That’s why i hate questions like ‘Guess how old i am? ‘ or ‘ about how many people were there at the party?’.

I’m a goalless person if that word exists. i just don’t care, i love doing stuff spontaneous.

so what would creativ writing do to help me with my goal. i guess if i became a scriptwriter then it would help me practise for this … obviously hehe

Ok this writing stuff is realy anoying ive writen, copyed and pasted this a few times and every time i press save it takes away my paragraphes it is SOOOOO anoying. so “but i am caught within”  is always the end of the paragraph.

somewhere down there i but to version of a line. it would be cool if ya can tell me which one fits better ^^

and could you also read and coment on the other poem “the trigger” its been up for a while but NO ONE COMMENTS GROAHHHHHHRGENDARGEN!!!!!

As Free As the Sky?

You say:

Trees are strong and tall

They almost reach the sky,

But I see

Short, fragile blades of Grass

With severely split ends.

Freedom surrounds me

But i am caught within.

You say:

Skyscrapers are enormous

They have earned there name,

But I see

Little, wooden building blocks

Left out in the yard.

Freedom surrounds me

But I am caught within.

You say:

Mountains are musculor giants

Pinning the clouds to the sky,

But I see

Soft, blunt Sandcastles

Built far enough from shore.

Freedom surrounds me

But I am caught within.

You say (to me):

The sky is endless

And as free as the birds,

But I am contained

A glass wall strapped round my back //   A glass wall keeping me

Rapped around earth’s core.       //    rapped around earth’s core.

Freedom surrounds me

But I am caught within.

You say:

Space is capturing,

But I see

Space is Free.

So where do i go for my ideas. I think most of the time i just have a radome thought and i end up liking the idea and i just use it. E.g for the Other Colour one i was discussingwith a frend how fun it would be to mack a spoof / answer to one of the famous poems. the other to thoughts in his mind and last stop old where from class assignment the thoughts in his mind was changed i just love writing poems from the viewpoint of a random object. e.g. If that stone could think it would be thinking this…balabalalba. Then some times i like taking feelings or fears from myself and just describing it maybe making it a bit more complicated then it is may exaggerating it  a bit. I don’t really like taking a person and writing about him or her that to boringfor me, mine must have something funny in it.

Are songs poems? Can you consider the lyrics to your favorite song a poem? If so, why? If not, why not? In your response I’d like to get a clear sense of what specific elements make up a poem. Try to refer to the poems we’ve studied in class (published and student produced) and the lyrics of some music that you know.

I think the lyrics of a song are a poem. And a poem is a pretty much a song with out music. So if i composed a song (WAHOOO) i could make a song out of my poems …like this hear. This is one of my favourite songs at the time and i think if i didnt know it was a song id say its a poem. theres ryhme and theres a rythem it has a form and its pretty short so  id know its not a story.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should’ve started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I’d doubt you,
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I’m slowly getting closure.
I guess it’s really over.
I’m finally getting better.
And now I’m picking up the pieces.
I’m spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you.

You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.

The Trigger

They hit so suddenly

Short and strong

They frittered me

I knew they approach

Sweet and long

I’ll wear them as a brooch

But that’s not true

In the violet lagoon

The sweet mist fades

And I feel the rain

There impact cornered me

Skin crushed to rough stone

Awkwardness strangles me

Reaction is now disgust

What felt so good is gone

The joy has gathered rust

What did they do to the pink fuzz?

Why did the butterfly fall to dust?

When do they stop distracting?

When will I stop reacting?

Response awaits I hide where I can

Do I fall asleep hopping you wont try again

Or calculate a fears counter plan

It is there opposite affect

That concerns me every time

And what causes reject

Funny the damage 

That they do

Those three words

I LOVE YOU

A Year is other, now again

you have changed, but stayed the same

We’re celebraiting your yearly ageing

with a happy birthday to you. ^^

Another Colour

Roses are red, but now that’s not true

Remember the last rose you gave was of other colour. 

Chemistry these days can even make a rose blue.

You know me now well, 

black sheep good white not so swell

I am the multi-culti type, right? 

That goes for the other sight, right?

So I must stress some advice my sweetness

Red roses are dead!

So avoid the same old stunner

And chose another colour!

Last Stop: Old

When I’ve aged long and arived at old

I'd like to have see some world

Once thrown to release a capturing lasso

Then experienced speed riding an old choo choo

Last not least recall youthful memories

Then run jump and rest in peace

The Thoughts In His Head

Water falls here where I watch you through the tube,

No way through only me seeing you.

Water falls here where I watch you through the tube,

No way through only me seeing you.

I know you are dumb you are thick and you are blunt.

But I don’t need wisdom, four is enough.

And there brothers, with different names

chatter to what ever comes there way

but I am a gourmey

and if i could this is what i’d say:

You are entrée, Plat principal and dessert all in one

I love you my sweet bun

XX  love Tongue

so this is just a remix of the original version of other colour

yep well this came to be, after a friend and i were discussing how much weed like to make a responds or to make fun of a well know poem and so I came up with the this for William Wallace Denslow roses are red.

this is the second version i then maid. i like the lay out on the first one more, but this one is not bad. the writing should stay up longer to.

this the first version of peace that i mad. but the slides were not highlighted so they are a bit to fast. and its got a mistake in it . oh dear

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