Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The 5 W's Cohesive Writing
The Dance Class Picture
5 Cohesive W's
Who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
How?
There are fifteen ballerinas and an elderly male instructor. The room is bright with green color on the walls, the doors and windows lined with a darker green. There is a small golden brown dog standing by one of the ballerinas closest in view, his height only measures up to half way up the ballerinas shin. She does not see it though, only paying attention to the light coming from the window. Pointing her toe, there is one ballerina in the middle.
"That is correct." The man spoke, his hand is extended outwards in correction.
Each ballerina is in a white leotard with ruffles along the neck and sleeves. All except for one woman. She is sitting atop of a piano, scratching her back. Her tutu is lined with golden ribbon. She has a golden now, while all of the other girls have dark teal colored bows.
From the way the light is gleaming through the windows, making the room dazzle with color, it looks to be around four in the afternoon.
5 Cohesive W's
Who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
How?
There are fifteen ballerinas and an elderly male instructor. The room is bright with green color on the walls, the doors and windows lined with a darker green. There is a small golden brown dog standing by one of the ballerinas closest in view, his height only measures up to half way up the ballerinas shin. She does not see it though, only paying attention to the light coming from the window. Pointing her toe, there is one ballerina in the middle.
"That is correct." The man spoke, his hand is extended outwards in correction.
Each ballerina is in a white leotard with ruffles along the neck and sleeves. All except for one woman. She is sitting atop of a piano, scratching her back. Her tutu is lined with golden ribbon. She has a golden now, while all of the other girls have dark teal colored bows.
From the way the light is gleaming through the windows, making the room dazzle with color, it looks to be around four in the afternoon.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Spectacular Skateboarder
What a supurb, spectacular, skateboarder.
Flying like a bird in the air
Like a bird who doesn't care
Kickflips, ollies, 360 nose dives,
So many ways to fly.
Flying like a bird in the air
Like a bird who doesn't care
Kickflips, ollies, 360 nose dives,
So many ways to fly.
Spectacular Skateboarder
What a supurb, spectacular, skateboarder.
Flying like a bird in the air
Like a bird who doesn't care
Kickflips, ollies, 360 nose dives,
So many ways to fly.
Flying like a bird in the air
Like a bird who doesn't care
Kickflips, ollies, 360 nose dives,
So many ways to fly.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Talbot's House
Talbot's House
The house is not very plain at all. As I could see the front of it, it looks like a picture from a postcard. The strange woman just stopped here and huffed for me to get out. I dragged my body slowly out of the taxi cab and stepped up to the house.
"Wow," I whispered to myself. It didn't look like anyone lived here, or ever lived here. It almost abandoned.
The way the elegant white paint was frayed, almost altered looking. It looked very withered and old. Although, the dark reddish colored brick chimney looked fairly new as it traveled up the side of the house. Sticking above the house like a llama's neck. The smoke colored shadows from the same white protruding windows made the time look around six o'clock. There was a porch that revolved around the house, each platform perfectly placed next to each other.
As I reluctantly entered the house, my curiousity made me travel up a set of winding staircase. When I reached the top of the flight, almost out of oxygen, there was an enormous old, rusted bell, hanging there silently.
I went to touch it, but a family of bats emerged from the inside and started to chase me out of the house. I almost tripped down each step, afraid of getting bitten or actually tripping down the stairs!
"GAAH!" I screeched and flaied my arms around, evacuating the premesis.
Completely out of breath, and out of that wretched house, the family of bats gracefully fluttered out into the open canvas called Earth, made all of my anger and despair become replaced with mezmorization.
The house is not very plain at all. As I could see the front of it, it looks like a picture from a postcard. The strange woman just stopped here and huffed for me to get out. I dragged my body slowly out of the taxi cab and stepped up to the house.
"Wow," I whispered to myself. It didn't look like anyone lived here, or ever lived here. It almost abandoned.
The way the elegant white paint was frayed, almost altered looking. It looked very withered and old. Although, the dark reddish colored brick chimney looked fairly new as it traveled up the side of the house. Sticking above the house like a llama's neck. The smoke colored shadows from the same white protruding windows made the time look around six o'clock. There was a porch that revolved around the house, each platform perfectly placed next to each other.
As I reluctantly entered the house, my curiousity made me travel up a set of winding staircase. When I reached the top of the flight, almost out of oxygen, there was an enormous old, rusted bell, hanging there silently.
I went to touch it, but a family of bats emerged from the inside and started to chase me out of the house. I almost tripped down each step, afraid of getting bitten or actually tripping down the stairs!
"GAAH!" I screeched and flaied my arms around, evacuating the premesis.
Completely out of breath, and out of that wretched house, the family of bats gracefully fluttered out into the open canvas called Earth, made all of my anger and despair become replaced with mezmorization.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Challenge
Megan was sitting oh-so lonely in her pale blue bedroom. Her room has a shaggy neon color themed. She was sitting in her shaggy pink chair, twirling around as she awaited her newly found friend, Jennifer to answer the phone.
*Ring Ring*
*Megan hung up the phone, as did Ann.*
TO BE CONTINUED.....
*Ring Ring*
"Hello?" Jennifer's depressed mother, Ann, questioned.
"Umm, can I talk to Jennifer, please?" Megan said hopefully.
"She, um..."
"Oh, well can you tell her she still owes me my book about
Spiders?" Megan interrupted abruputly.
"Well, this is her mother, Ann. Can I help you with anything?" Her mother queried as she twirled the plastic phone cord around her index finger, leaning against the wall.
"Yeah, I met her at the library a couple days ago.
I let her borrow my book about spiders. She told
me she would give it to me today, but she never showed up at school." she explained with a touch of anger in her voice.
"Well, I don't think you'll be getting that book back, sweetheart."
"WHAT? I owe that book to the library? It's already
overdue! What!? Why?" She wondered indignantly.
"Honey, she was bitten by a black widow spider while she was sleeping the day before last. She died in her sleep." Ann's voice sounded very sorrowfull and plain. She
started to have a flashback of the hospital visit. Tears started to travel down her face in rememberance.
"Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry." She distressed.
"Me too." Ann tried to hide her tears, but it was quite obvious over the phone. Megan decided not to make her cry anymore, though.
"Okay. I have to go now, though. Thank you for telling me."
*Megan hung up the phone, as did Ann.*
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Monday, August 25, 2008
Metaphorical OR Similicial Fun!
Binders
Some are thick, some are pink
Some are recycled wood.
Feels like a newborn puppy.
Usually looks like a square.
Sometimes feels like air.
Smells like plastic or wood.
But sometimes it smells pretty good.
You can write in them,
Draw in them
Make beautiful art in them.
And, dare I say,
Do work in them!!
Sounds like a woodpecker,
Pecking on solid steel.
Sometimes aggravating,
But it hold assorted items pretty well.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Oh yess....
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