Course Reflection

Writer's craft is a great class, I've learned things in this class I'm sure I will use later in life. 

From this course I've also picked up some tips on sentence structure, how to phrase things to best keep an audiences or readers attention. Things like using short sentences to keep the message clear, and then blending them with long sentences to add effect are useful in writing in all different genres, and will come in handy no matter what I am writing.

The only thing I didn't like at first was having to edit my own work, because it was hard to look at my own work and change things, but it got easier as I learned different ways of doing it - reading my own work aloud to myself, or getting a friend to help edit it with me. I'm glad I've (hopefully) become a slightly better editor through this class.

I'm glad I took this course, and if I had the chance to would do it again. It's the class I had the most fun in over this semester because of all the different styles and genres of writing we covered. Doing a lot of independent work was also a lot of fun, and I loved writing every day, and keeping this blog updated.

Rant (for the adults playing video games)

Ok, so it doesn't matter if we lose, it's nice to compete and it's nice if we win, but in the end it's just a game.

I'm trying to play, it's what I do for fun, I'm a kid I think it's allowed.
You're drunk and you're raging you're mad at your team.
I know the rating on the box says teen,
but you're 30 and mad at the kids you have to play with.

You should probably stop to think about the targeted age group in design,
and maybe find something better to do with your time.
Shouldn't you have a job and other commitments?
Be looking out for your kids who should actually be playing?
Is that crying?
I hear in the background?
I think maybe your kid would like you to stop attempting to tank this instance for us.
I mean it's not as if you don't have free time too,
and if you want to play the game just accept that you will positively be playing with people who are not as 'mature' as you.

Advice for those entering high school

#1   Show up to class.

#2   Be nice. Mostly if you’re nice to people, they’re nice to you.

#3   Hold your head high. Having a big ego always helps. You can take harder hits and you’ll stay happy.

#4   Stay happy.

#5   Don’t rely on teachers. They can provide you with some things you need to know, but the more you do on your own, the more you’ll actually  learn.

#6   Ignore the people that don’t like you. Just nod, and smile, and pretend like you’re listening.

#7   When people smile at you it makes you feel nice, so smile all the time. Some people will probably find you odd but that’s okay, because you have that big ego. (Refer to #3)

#8   Always being honest makes people like you more, teachers and students, just don’t talk too much.

#9   Do your homework. You can get by easily without it, but you gain discipline if you do it.

#10   Show up on time to avoid the attention and or/detentions, unless you like them of course (Refer to #4)

Sci-Fi Character

First Name: Allison

Last Name (Barcode): 531428

September 20^th, 3099

I talked to him today. He is not like us, but I want him to be my mate.

The number of ‘humans’ left is slowly fading as they begin to mate with us avsed. They are not taking it well, it is easy to tell with them, the full-bloods. They have no control over their bodies at times. Their faces turn a ruddy colour, they excrete body fluid from their pores. It is not a problem, but it must get annoying for them.

He is like that, the human I want, Jacob. I enjoy his company, we are close. But he does not share my views, he does not want an avsed, he does not want the humans to die out. I do not know why, we are mostly half-breeds now, or full avseds, and there is a bright future ahead for us.

I will keep waiting. I will see if he changes his mind.

December 21^st, 3099

The millennium is nearing. I sometimes wonder how much difference a millennium can make to a population.

What was it like in the year 3 000? What is it going to be like in 5 000? I know we have made progress, humans, avsed alike. They created us, they became us.

I have still had no luck with Jacob. It has been a little over 3 months now. Then again we have been acquainted for almost 41 years, we have at least another 12 before our ripe age for marriage and gestation.

The most I can afford to wait will be 5, after which I must leave my education behind, and leave this district behind, to look for a job.

Jacob dislikes school, I cannot for the life of me see why. It is time spent together, and "doctrina est a perpetua investigatione."  -learning is a never-ending quest, as is the motto for our school. We all enjoy school, the avseds. The humans feel like they could be doing something better with their time. That is why a lot of them drop out at the age of 30, the earliest legal age. They then go on to waste the remainder of their lives, piloting the vacation ships or building more avsed. Jobs that don’t pay much, but have to be done by someone.

January 1^st, 3099

The new year has arrived! Not much has changed, as could be expected.

Life goes on as it did yesterday, with a new number for the new year.

Nonsense Poem

Little Frapple's Lesson

There once was a frapple,
A frapple there was.
A brange little frapple,
That frapple it was.

It flighted its konder,
When flighting its life,
And looked beyond yonder,
A strallable trife.


Fell from its drome,
And rolled to a stop.
As it dandled its journey,
A blingle de blop.

The blingle de blop,
Silfered up to the bole.
Hopped on as a Dinker
Blipped into a hole.

"A scroodle!" said the dinker,
A greeting of sort.
As it fell, and it fell,
To the bottom of shmort.

Frapple watched dinkle,
As it squished at the bottom.
And it learned not to follow,
For the dinkle, it crottomed.

A Nursery Rhyme of Sorts

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill ascended the elevation

To elicit a vat of Hydrogen Dioxide

Jack almost died as he nose-dived

Then Jill plunged after him, down the incline

Jack then arose, rushed to his abode

With an accelerated bound he did

Tumbled to his bassinet, enfettered his head

With paper, ethanol and acetic acid

Jill did chuckle, but then she buckled

After Jack’s paper-bound cranium she saw

For her mother slipped, and Jill she whipped

For laughing at Jack’s fiasco.

George Watsky

Patchwork Poetry

10 lines from 10 random poems:

To what purpose April do you return again
Not once but again
What the whole harmonious landscape range
Used to be before they came
And they used wooden rifles on the firing range

Of what the world might say
For something amiss or out of place.
Not hurt? A fortunate escape
Any more than we had to hate
Would have killed her if she stayed

Spoken Word Poetry

Web of Lies

We need it, he said
To his right hand man.
A way to seize power,
Control of the land.
War will not work,
We will have to be subtle
Get into their hearts,
No chance for rebuttal
How do we do that?
How do we win?
Make a plan, we begin,
Form a man, outside in.
Our hero will rise
Revered in their eyes
We spin the web of lies
To put us in good light
We pretend we're on their side
And maybe, we will be.
But control, if we have it,
We have everything
Power over people,
Joy we will bring

If we start low
And begin to grow
Their faith will dwindle
Starting to slow.
We have to be crazy
Then simmer down
We will positively,
Surely take the crown.
If they see us now
We have no chance,
They do not see how,
Don't give a second glance to us.
But if we make it worth
Their while, their denial
Will file out the door.

Destruction
Desperation
Revolution
Creation
Transformation
We make the mess,
Without letting them know,
And so, their desperation grows.

But we wait.
Ready with our plan for
Transformation when we can
We'll have a man.
A man we will give power
Abilities to heal
And to walk on water
They will revere him
Until his final breath,
Where his gruesome death,
Is our focus.

This is what we feed on,
His sacrifice
We use our hero,
The crowd he will entice,
Because his death
Will be their saviour,
Their release to being free,
Their destiny,
They will see.
And we?
We have the power
To harness this feeling.
We give them something.
Something to believe in.
We'll be deceiving.

But they do not
Have to know,
And the web of lies,
It grows.

But we keep them in our grip
For fear they will slip
They will fall from us,
And all will be lost
So we make them stay,
Come back on Sundays
Time to celebrate,
Communicate,
Appreciate what they have,
And how it came to be.
Through me.
Through us.
Will we do it?
Destruction? Revolution? No,
But a book we will write,
For the struggles,
For the fights,
For our bringer of light,
We spread the word.
That what we did in the past,
Though forgotten it will last,
We bring it back.
And through only our eyes,
Though we may despise,
There grows the web of lies.

Maybe, we will forget.

Sound Poetry

Fading Away

Lucifer smiled at the gangly man

Red hair, freckles, a non-existent tan.

The man raises his fists and glares on with hate
But he cannot do much to injure in his state.

Though he tries, yes he does, as he’s fading away

The devil keeps pulling down, making him stay.

He kicks, in a final effort to break loose

Flails and then softens as they tighten the noose

Haikus

Spring rain is falling.
Heavy clouds are rolling in,
perfect day for games.

Autumn breeze blowing,
the harsh sun is beating down,
causing leaves to fade.

Bright sun is shining.
In a dark shadowless cave,
the baby bat sleeps.

Short Story Character

(PoV of policeman)



Been a long day today, chuffed to fin'lly be home.
Just the usual, y'know, some ruffians makin' trouble on the strip as always, graffiti, keyin' cars, you name it.
Some funny-looking bloke too, lanky, dark looking - I dunno wot 'e was doing but 'e looked very suspicious an' all... wanderin' around in dark alleyways. I didn't wanna get too close, y'know? I mean, I was on neighbour'ood watch an' all, but this guy, eh I could 'ardly frame 'im for doing some'in wrong y'know? I was a bit wary an' all... almost went up to 'im at one point an' said "eh look 'ere laddie, you best be on your way now" but nah, it was nearing the end of my shift an' all... too much more than what it be worth to get involved an' all.
Anyway, apart from that I been 'avin' a good day an' all, Jay brought me a doughnut and we 'ad some coffee durin' our break, had some fine girlies servin' us at the coffee shop too.
I better be gettin' myself some o' that sleep now, too soon time will come to prepare for another long day t'morrow.

Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?

Thank you

To my little sister. We need to talk. I don't show my appreciation of you as much as I should. I might have to leave you soon, to go to university. I'm going to miss you a lot. I love coming home and hugging you first, then annoying you to play a game with me. I love seeing your withering glare, then your face breaking into a smile. I don't remember everything in my past with great clarity, but I think it is the important memories that stand out.

All those times you've made me happy when I was sad, or hugged me when I was angry. Those times you wander into the basement looking for me but then don't tell me why.

When you bring your loud, obnoxious friends over and they seemingly invade every inch of the house, lurking around every corner. When you don't mind when I come into your room just to annoy you or watch TV with you, or watch you playing a game. When you're trying to be serious, even when I come up with more of my ridiculous ideas, or attempt to make jokes that aren't very funny.

Some day you're going to grow up, but even if you're taller than me, you'll always be smaller than me, and I'll still cuddle you and you'll still be my little sister, no matter what. I love you. -Prashantha

A 55 Word Story

Numb

His eyes blearily open, feeling the cool metal headboard against his back. A lady in uniform enters with breakfast; toast, a banana, coffee with a small milk carton. Using his arms to lift his body further up, he realizes something is wrong. He cannot feel his legs. He peeks under the covers, and sees nothing.

Banksy vs. Robbo

Origami Dragons

These are fantastic.

I should definitely take up origami as a hobby.

Credit to Origami Artist Galen (DeviantArt)

Forgiveness

"Always forgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them so much." -Oscar Wilde

I do believe in forgiving and forgetting. While some things may not be entirely erased, they can be put out of your mind if they are not recurring incidents which harm you in any way. I cannot help forgiving people. Sometimes it takes a bit longer, but generally I will forgive almost anything. While being able to forgive easily can be a good quality at times, it may not always be as wonderful as it sounds. Some things cannot be forgiven too many times, or they become bad habits without repercussion.

For example, when training a puppy, if you always forgive him immediately after he's done something wrong, he would never learn that this behaviour was bad, and would not change.  However, with time, forgiveness is of course necessary to maintain your relationship with your pet.
 

With time, anything, no matter how bad, can be forgiven.

Jeannette Wall’s Childhood

Fire.
Most people/animals have a tendency to shy away from something which harms them - instinct.
Jeanette embraces fire instead of fearing it. I'm not entirely sure why - it's probably not the smartest idea, but it doesn't work against her in this case. I do respect her for not backing away from it.

Maturity.
While a lot of people would argue that Jeannette didn't have a 'childhood' (and maybe it wasn't the best childhood), her mature way of handling things when faced with situations is quite enviable.

Optimism.
'  "Do you like always moving around?' Lori asked me.
   "Of course I do!" I said. "Don't you?"
   "Sure," she said. '
Jeannette stays optimistic even in the seemingly worst situations. Where many others would give up hope, and where her family does give up hope, Jeanette sees things in their best light.

(Intro) AmEF6EAmADmGEAmGFAm

It is a sailboat. The background. (Update: It is no longer a sailboat)
It does not mean anything in particular to me.
I suppose if you search hard enough you can find meaning in anything meaningless.
Is that paradoxical?
While I'm not going to attempt to delve into the hidden meanings of my background choice right now, I did go through 32 other backgrounds before settling on this one. (Update: Probably about 46 now)

"No Lollygagging"
Yes, I did quote it. From a game.
It makes me laugh every time I hear it.

My life has been pretty amazing thus far... though probably not containing anything interesting for a reader to read about, or for me to write about.
I could talk about that time I accidentally killed my pet tadpoles when I was little... or that other time I tried reading an abridged dictionary - which was a fairly fruitless attempt, since I stopped shortly after reaching the "B's." Although, if you ask the definition of a word beginning with an 'A' I'll likely give you a correct answer (or half-correct)

Xezadon. Does it sound like the name of a dinosaur? I think it does.
It is a pretty neat name, I made it up for a character in a game about 4 years ago, and now I just use it everywhere because I lack creativity.

No, the name of my blog post was not a result of me banging my head on the keyboard while trying to think of something to write.
Those are the chords of a song Africa Bamba  in some logical order.

I think it's time to cut off my introduction now, before I type even more emotionless sentences containing almost no information, which no one will likely ever read.

So welcome to my blog!