Short Story Angst

I can't decide how I feel about my short story. I liked it... and then not so much. So I rewrote it, starting from scratch. But still I just don't have a big connection to it like I usually like to have with my writings. I tend to have a deep connection with my writing and thus I feel like it is my best work I could produce.

But for this short story, that feeling just isn't there. I don't know why, it just isn't. And thus I fee like this short story is... horrible. I'm not sure if it actually is or not, it's tough to tell.

I thought of maybe just starting completely over, from scratch. As in a totally new topic. Mr. A isn't in class at this moment, so I guess if the substitute doesn't collect our stories, I might redo it tonight. Hm... that's an option I guess.

Have You Heard?

Rumor in St. Petersburgh

People In Line:
An Old Woman: St. Petersburg is gloomy!

A Younger Woman: St. Petersburg is bleak!

A Shivering Man: My underwear got frozen standing here all week!

A Group: Oh, since the revolution our lives have been so gray!

All: Thank Goodness for the gossip that gets us through the day! Hey! Have you heard! There's a rumor in St. Petersburg? Have you heard? What they're saying on the street? Although the Tsar did not survive, One daughter may be still alive! The Princess Anastasia!

Frightened Man: But please do not repeat!

All: It's a rumor, A legend A mystery! Something whispered in an alleyway Or through a crack! It's a rumor That's part of our history.

A Babushka: They say her royal grandmama Will pay a royal sum

All: To someone who can bring the princess back!

Black Marketeers #1: A ruble for this painting! It's Romanov, I swear!

#2: Count Yusopov's pajamas! Comrade, buy the pair!

#3: (holding a ratty fur hat) I got this from the palace. It's lined with real fur!

Black Marketeers: It could be worth a fortune If it belonged to her!

Dimitri: It's the rumor. The legend, The mystery! It's the Princess Anastasia who will help us fly! You and I friend will go down In history! We'll find a girl to play the part and teach her what to say, Dress her up and take her to Paree! Imagine the reward her dear old Grandmama will pay! Who else could pull it off but you and me? We'll be rich!

Vladimir: We'll be rich!

Dimitri: We'll be out!

Vladimir: We'll be out!

Both: And St. Petersburg will have some more to talk about!

All: SSH! Have you heard! There's a rumor in St. Petersburg? Have you heard? What they're saying on the street? Hey! Hey! Hey! Have you heard! There's a rumor in St. Petersburg? Have you heard?

A delighted gossiper: Comrade, what do you suppose?

All: A fascinating mystery!

Dimitri: The biggest con in history!

All: The princess Anastasia, alive or dead.

Window Washer: Who knows?

The Glitter of a Butterfly

The soft yellow glitter sprinkled across the grass, forgotten from its owner. It sparkled in the sun, like dust from an unknown world. The soft breeze picked up the glitter, sending them off to visit the world.

But behind the breeze was the life the glitter had left behind. The cool shade of the trees fell across the remains of the beauty that had been. Without the glitter, the life was gone, just an empty beauty.

The wind took the glitter to a new world, the life it left behind continued on to its own new world. Flying high, the sparkling glitter reached the sun, swinging in the breeze and caressing the clouds. And the life flew high too, but flying past the warm touch of the sun and into the world beyond.

Mr. Ackerman

Oi. So apparently blogger.com doesn't like me. Because it just imploded on me. Twas sad.

Anyways, Mr. Ackerman wanted me to post a post here. Well for his information, I update my other one (Click here! http://withoutworlds.wordpress.com).

So there Mr. Ackerman, happy now?


(I already know the answer to that question. NO.)

Red Shoes Red Shoes

Today was a fun day in Creative Writing! We're starting our children's books and I'm really excited. I don't know why, but I've always wanted to write a children's book. I mean, I know I want to continue writing for fun and I've got two novels started and two more completely planned out. And for whatever reason I've always had this urge to write a children's book. My friend is really good at art and the plan was I would write it and she would illustrate it. Our book was going to be called The Mouse Who Wore Red Shoes. And it was going to be about a little mouse wore loved his little red shoes but everyone made fun of him for it. Maybe I'll still do that for class... I guess it depends on what our teacher says we need to do.

I think there is a song called Red Shoes... I just can't remember exactly how it goes or even if it exists. Maybe I'm imagining things...

30% 13

Happy Near Valentine's Day everyone! And Happy Friday the 13th! Scary, scary!

I've never been a big fan of Friday the 13th. Mainly because when I was little, my friend and I had a sleepover on Friday the 13th. All sorts of bad things happened from burnt popcorn to ridiculously large spiders that are the size of cats to the erasing of Sabrina the Teenage Witch from the tele (yes, I did just say Sabrina the Teenage Witch. I said in the beginning I was little alright?! And yes, I did just say tele). Nothing seriously bad I guess has ever happened, but it's still fun to keep your eyes peeled for evil little green gremlins who trip people. And now every Friday the 13th I email, text, or call my old friend. We live far apart so we can't have a sleepover, but we always get in touch somehow.

We just had an interesting conversation here in class about how now apparently there are fast zombies. My teacher thinks we should create zombie escape plans and I agree!! I mean, my old plan was always to run. They were slow zombies, I could survive. But now, oh no, they have to be fast zombies!! So basically I've decided that I'm screwed. I guess I'll just have to hide myself away in a cave in the Alps. Hopefully zombies can't climb.
I took a zombie survival quiz online once. I got a 30% chance at surviving...

Poetry in the Photos

As I was browsing about to find a blog with some creative writing and some style, I found an interesting one by the name of Fifty-Four by a woman named Jane. It's really cute. She has lots of photos of her family and of things she thinks are interesting, like her birds and nature. After a lot of the photos she has little free style poems about whatever is in the picture. I really like the poem she wrote about her little dog and it has some cute pictures with it. It's really nifty how she incorporates her love for photography and poetry together. I'm really into photography too (I'm the photo editor for our yearbook) so maybe I'll do some based off of pictures.

When I wrote my poem that's listed below, Before You Get Burned, I actually did have a specific picture of the characters in my head. Even though I couldn't find it, I did enjoy picking out other photos to use. So maybe I'll join in with Jane and write some of my poetry with pictures.

Before You Get Burned

Mysterious and dark

elusive eyes, hidden behind

amber sunglasses.

Armani suit,

fitted to perfection.

A secret hides within

so enemies beware

before you get burned.

Fiery and enchanting

and filled with a woman's charm,

is a person with a secret.

Trained in many special tactics

and an expert at them all.

But a nasty temper

that can be a danger to all who know her.

So enemies beware

before you get burned.

Jokes and humor

hide a dangerous professional.

Fried chicken and tropical shorts

complete the act.

A girlfriend and Caddy

help hide the true nature

of a trained agent.

Hurt a friend and now it's

personal to the professional.

So enemies beware

before you get burned.

This was the first poem I wrote in a long time. It is based off of the characters from one of my favorite TV shows, Burn Notice. The season premiere was coming up and I was so excited, I decided to write my poem based off of the three main characters. I usually have a big difficulty in writing rhyming poems, so I try to stay away from them as much as possible. I don't think it's one of my best poems. Once I got into it I really had fun coming up the next lines, especially for the last section, based off of the character Sam. The character are (from top to bottom) Mike, Fiona, and Sam. Overall I guess I would say I do like writing poems... generally.

Clichéd

Once upon a time, high high in the sky (10,000 feet in the air to be precise) lived an animated little figure by the name of Fawning Parasite. She was an animated little figure who enjoyed reading and writing. One day, while she was at school, a teacher appeared and instructed her to create a blog. Fawning Parasite clapped her hands and it was so. She decided to write about her writings and such, as instructed by her mentor. And so, let us begin this quaint little story entitled, 10,000 Ft. in the Air.

Today has been an interesting day in the life of an animated little figure in a way. All day in school we haven't done much. I watched Hamlet (such a sad ending) then had a math study hall, followed by a LONG Spanish period, another study hall, some musical times in band, and then here and now, creative writing, where I have created this blog. I think I'm going to enjoy this creative writing class. I know a lot of the girls in here and the teacher is nice. Plus I love to write. So it all kind of works out. Anywho, I guess we'll just see where this goes.