Cookie's piece

Author’s note: Recently my friend, Shelby Clark, her Guinea pig, Cookie died from natural causes. He will be missed very much and in honor of his death I shall be writing a piece dedicated to him. I will be focusing on staying in the same tense and having good description for this piece.

Your body had stiffened up. Your legs grew weaker and you dropped to the ground like a graceful ballerina. As your back hit the soft hay of your cage your head bobbled up to see the fluorescent light that used to give warmth and energy to your cage, but what then seemed like nothing but a blinding light that kept getting bigger. Your eyelids slowly started to close, as your heart beat had gotten slower and slower, until it was hardly there and you opened your eyes for the last time. You looked around and saw your sister Oreo had been staring mournfully at you with her big black eyes begging for you to stay awake. But you didn’t, you couldn’t. You were so tired you had to lay down and sleep. A sleep that you would never wake up from again.

Little things

Author's note: My favorite band, One Direction just released a new single called Little Things  and I love this song so much so I decided to write a story off of it. I will be trying to have a high proficient thesis statement. Also I will be trying to have advanced word choice. 

Imperfections. Everyone has them, but that doesn't mean you are ugly, or stupid, or even ignorant. You might not love the sound of your voice on tape, or you never want, to know how much you weigh. The truth is that they make up, well you. In the song Little Things by One Direction, those five boys tell you that those small imperfections are what make you beautiful, no matter what you think.

When someone listens to this song, they can't help but have one or two tear drops fall from their eyes. The song was just amazing, it has so much emotion in it. It had really helped people realize that everyone is perfect just the way they are. No matter what anyone else says about them. They are p-e-r-f-e-c-t period. No one can change that no matter how hard they tried. They will never change that.

Another lesson this song says that everyone judges other people without getting to know them. For example, you could see a really stick skinny girl and envy her. But truth is she might be suffering from Bulimia. Or you could see an overweight girl and think she's fat, but the truth could be that no matter what she ate or how much she exercised she would gain weight. You might even notice a girl that is in great shape, that you call an over achiever. Though she might over exercise her body so she can get any scholarships she can get, so she can go to the college of her choice that her parents might not be able to pay for so it becomes cheaper. You might even see a really smart girl that is like three years ahead of her class, that you call a nerd. She might stuff her face in a book, because she doesn't have any friends and she tries to drown her sadness into her work. As you can now see you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Now you can see that this song is very meaningful, and has taught me a lot about things I didn't realize were a problem before I heard this song. Even though these are some of the biggest things I learned a lot of small things also. Like even though this band is now super stars worldwide they are still down to earth and care a whole lot about their fans. I found this out because in one of their interviews they had said that this song was dedicated to their fans, and to remind them that they are beautiful no matter what anyone says, and that is exactly what I learned in this song. That everyone is perfect. And that is why, 'I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you’ve smiled, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs.'

Sandy

Author's note: Recently a hurricane hit the east side of the U.S. This hurricane was named Sandy. I will be writing a piece in response to this tragic event. I will be focusing on I staying in the same tense and not switch tenses like I usually do. I will also be trying to have a good thesis statement by connecting it to a real-life event.

The wind whipped the telephone poles outside of my house to the ground. I winced as I heard the snap of the cable cords as the big wooden pole hit the ground with such a huge force that it shook the ground under my feet. I quickly grabbed the food from the cupboard, and sprinted to the basement, trying to get away from Hurricane Sandy.

Quickly I reached my parents' room where everyone in my family had been camping out during the hurricane. Quietly I creaked open the door listening to my family laugh and enjoy themselves for the first time since the hurricane hit. I slowly opened the door only to find myself laughing as hard as everyone when I saw what had happened.  The baby had painted the walls with the breakfast from that morning.

Once everyone had finished laughing my mother went upstairs to grab a towel. I walked over to the corner and started to create dinner. I organized everything so everyone would have an equal amount of food. When I finished the dinner I picked it up and turned around to bring it to everyone. Then Wham! I tripped over the toys my sister had left out right behind me.

I sat up and saw all my family laughing so I couldn't help but laugh too. Once we all finished laughing I picked up the food and took it to the bed and sat it down there and said, "Eat."  They all dug in greedily but left enough for me to have a decent meal.

I ate all the food that was left over. Slowly I trudged to the bed that we all had been sharing and climbed in. As night fell, I slowly drifted off to sleep into a deep slumber. Hopefully everyday will be like today.I thought to myself right before I went to my own dreamland, where there would be no hurricane Sandy, or nothing else that can hurt my family. Or me.

9/11

Author's note: In honor of 9/11 I have decided to make a poem based off of that day. My poem will be a free verse poem, so I can put more emotion into my poem. I am focusing on the content of my piece, because if I have bad content then I will have a bad poem. I hope you enjoy.

 I slowly walk through the flames to the window and try to look out at the world,
but all I see is black fog trying to break through the fragile glass to come and swallow me up.
I feel a tear slowly fall down my face thinking that that will be the last thing I see in my life.
I continue to stare at it and watch it starting to eat up the glass,
suddenly I think to myself, 'Is this what my life is? Just a big black fog that ruins people's lives?'
This thought keeps running through my mind, I try to shake it off but I just can't.
Slowly I feel my body take control over my mind and breaks open the window to let the evil in.
As it swallows me up I lose my footing and break the rest of the glass and the rest of the fog flows into the room and picks me up off of my feet and carries me out the window, where it drops me to fall.
I keep my eyes close as I fall, but I try to put my feet under me.
I fall and fall until I can hear peoples cries and screams.
When the screams and cries became so loud I think they are falling right next to me I open my eyes and I hear a crunch and then   everything becomes-
black.

Small bump

Author's note: Since this is my first piece on my blog I want to kick it off with a good story so today I will be writing about this story I thought of when I was listening to Small bump by Ed sheeran. In this piece I will be focusing on all the areas in the rubric.  I will mostly focus on content and Idea development. I will focus on these by  Demonstrates thorough understanding of text by employing conventional techniques of analysis. I hope you like it.

I pull the car out of the drive way and head to the hospital. Today I will getting my 6th ultrasound because it has been six months since I've found out I am having a baby. I drivly as quick as the speed limit allows me. Once I reach the hospital I speed walk in and check myself in. As I sit there I see this little boy about six years old staring at my stomach. I start to grin but then his mother scolds him for staring. I told him that it was fine and I asked him if he wanted to feel the baby kick, he nodded his head and walked over. I put his hand where the baby usually kicks and saw his face crack into a wide grin, and then he started laughing. The suddenly a nurse walked in and called my name. I stood up and told the boy I had to go and would be right back. Then I walk right into the worst news that has ever been told.

Later I sit there in the office with a full box of used tissues surrounding me. I am still processing what I had found out just a few minutes ago. I look at the clock and see that it as been actually hours since I found out the news. Slowly I stand up and realize that that little boy won't be in the waiting room anymore. Once I reach the hallway I slowly drag my feet to my car and sit in the drivers seat, close the door and start to cry again but I must've cried myself dry because tears are coming out anymore. Soon I realize I'm not sad I am mad. As quick as a flash I whip open my door and scream out at the top of my lungs, "WHY ME?? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE MY BABY?"

Once I finish screaming I collapse to the ground and start cradling my stomach which is now holding my dead baby. I lay there on the ground for what seems like hours until the security guard tells me I have to leave. He helps me up and into my car. When I turn to him to say thank you I notice that he looks like the perfect grandfather with those kind old eyes, and that white hair on the top of his head. Then I look at his whole face and I realize that it has this wise look on it. When this happens I can feel the tips of my mouth curl up into a smile. Suddenly he snaps me back into reality by asking me, "Um not to be rude miss but why are you here?"

He repeats that question until I finally answer. "I just found out my baby died in my stomach and I've been here crying ever since," I quietly answer him. He nods and looks at me with those thoughtful eyes and I know instantly that he knows what I am going through. Then he tells me that he knows what I have gone through, and then he starts to tell his story.

"That's how we lost our baby," He finishes his heart wrenching story. I wipe the tears from my eyes and ask him how he can live with it and he said in the wisest tone ever, "Maybe he was needed up there, but we don't know that yet." 

When he says this I finally accept the fact that my baby was gone and I thank him for helping me realize that. He just nods and says he has to go home to have dinner with his wife. Then as he slowly walks away I turn on the ignition. "Now what do I do," you ask yourself as you drive back home wishing that that guy could help you with that question. Then you think to yourself, 'I guess I will get on with my life just like him.'  So then you quietly agree to yourself that you will do just that and take time to miss the baby until the ache is gone, and you head off to your house to start off fresh with your new life.