*Authors Note: This is about the comparison of the two books, Moon of Two Dark Horses, and Shiver’s, main characters; Coshmoo and Grace.*
All across the world, books are loved and cherished for their fine words that make a single story, also for their creativity and imagination. But what happens when a reader must come to the decision to compare two of their favorite books? The book, Moon of Two Dark Horses, is a historical Fiction book written by Sally Keehn. The book, Shiver, is a fantasy book written by Maggie Stiefvater. Both great books, but when compared, they are very different yet the same.
First of all, the two main characters, Grace and Coshmoo, both show the characteristic of bravery. In the book, Shiver, Grace is brave because when she was a little girl, wolves ripped her off of her swing and dragged her into the woods. She didn’t scream at all, because she wasn’t scared. Coshmoo, in the book, Moon of Two Dark Horses, shows bravery when he brought a girl fishing with him; For that he was laughed at by his elder cousin.
Secondly, both characters believe in things that are considered 'different' in modern-day society. Grace believes that the wolves that live in the woods are good and peaceful creatures. While the others in the town think they are raging murderous savages. Coshmoo believes that the Americans are kind people because of his best-friend being American. These characters are similar yes, but what about their differences?
Most would agree that, yes; these two do have many similarities. Then again they have many differences too. Grace does believe in werewolves and Coshmoo does not. Another is that Grace has a love interest in the story; even though Coshmoo does show feelings for a girl, nothing happens between them.
These two characters are screaming differences and similarities from left to right, and north to south! In-between Grace’s love struck heart and Coshmoo’s friendship, their bravery and determination keeps them growing and strong! As well as their strong beliefs for what they believe in, they have the power of a angry bull!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Resolution
Authors Note: This is a summery of the book, Moon of Two Dark Horses. If it is possible I would like this to be graded on improveing my body paragraphs by having clear transitions and topics.
Moon of Two Dark Horses is a book that follows Coshmoo, an Indian boy that is faced with many challenges. He must face challenges from his family, friends, and even British traders! Read the rest to find out more about his conflicts on this journey; Friendship/Betrayal, Tribal Worries, and Family Problems.
Coshmoo and Daniel have been best friends for a long time. But when war comes they are forced to split. Daniel is American and Coshmoo, Indian. So when the time came they had to go with their families, who were on opposite sides. Soon afterwards, Daniel believed that Coshmoo betrayed him by burning his land and cutting off his food supply. Of course he didn’t but this is what split them up the most.
With this, Coshmoo’s tribe is having large difficulties. This book has to do with much spiritual beliefs. On pages 50-55, a story is told about a crow and the ‘Great Creator’. Some in the tribe chose to not listen to thing like this and go to more practical options such as joining the King’s side.
On top of this, Coshmoo has Family problems/issues. He has jealousy towards his glorified cousin, Flying Wolf. To Coshmoo, he is a glory hog. Who also gives things to a girl he likes whose name is, White Fawn. Also, in his dreams, Coshmoo’s deceased father come to him in dreams as a sort of warning.
To sum it up, this time for him was tough. His friend felt betrayal, his family is making him go nuts, and he must pick a side for the war. In the end, Coshmoo joins the British with the rest of his tribe. Also sadly, he was killed when he scouted an area. His mother had these words to say of his bravery, ‘“Ten white men’s lives for the life of my beloved son. My Coshmoo.”’ Page 213. Were his conflicts resolved? In a way yes, in a way no. Yes for him being welcomed into a great new afterlife with no pain. No for nothing in his life being solved for others to hear.
Moon of Two Dark Horses is a book that follows Coshmoo, an Indian boy that is faced with many challenges. He must face challenges from his family, friends, and even British traders! Read the rest to find out more about his conflicts on this journey; Friendship/Betrayal, Tribal Worries, and Family Problems.
Coshmoo and Daniel have been best friends for a long time. But when war comes they are forced to split. Daniel is American and Coshmoo, Indian. So when the time came they had to go with their families, who were on opposite sides. Soon afterwards, Daniel believed that Coshmoo betrayed him by burning his land and cutting off his food supply. Of course he didn’t but this is what split them up the most.
With this, Coshmoo’s tribe is having large difficulties. This book has to do with much spiritual beliefs. On pages 50-55, a story is told about a crow and the ‘Great Creator’. Some in the tribe chose to not listen to thing like this and go to more practical options such as joining the King’s side.
On top of this, Coshmoo has Family problems/issues. He has jealousy towards his glorified cousin, Flying Wolf. To Coshmoo, he is a glory hog. Who also gives things to a girl he likes whose name is, White Fawn. Also, in his dreams, Coshmoo’s deceased father come to him in dreams as a sort of warning.
To sum it up, this time for him was tough. His friend felt betrayal, his family is making him go nuts, and he must pick a side for the war. In the end, Coshmoo joins the British with the rest of his tribe. Also sadly, he was killed when he scouted an area. His mother had these words to say of his bravery, ‘“Ten white men’s lives for the life of my beloved son. My Coshmoo.”’ Page 213. Were his conflicts resolved? In a way yes, in a way no. Yes for him being welcomed into a great new afterlife with no pain. No for nothing in his life being solved for others to hear.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
His View or Others?
By: Alex Caraulia
(Authors Note: This is about the POV of Coshmoo and how the stoy would be efected if he didn't tell the story.)
We all have different point of views on different subjects and matters. In the book, “Moon of Two Dark Horses”, there is a boy who doesn’t think about what his family and peers might think of him. The boy’s name is Coshmoo; he is the one telling us the story. He is a young Native American boy who is best friends with a white boy named Daniel. The boys are very close, but their perspectives aren’t.
However we will never know this because we are only in the perspective of Coshmoo and only him. His perspective states that the white man is kind and can help him and his people. If this were from another characters view, like Flying Wolf, he would say that the white man is evil. Flying Wolf believes that the white man is pushing the Natives off of the land.
This is during the Revolutionary War, and Coshmoo knows that. So in his perspective, he doesn’t want the war to come. Yet his cousin Flying Wolf does. He wants the war to come to the village to prove that he was right about the white man.
If this story was told from Flying Wolfs POV, he would want us to believe that the white man was bad and was taking over his land. He would get us on his side. Also we would here all the time how great he thinks he is. It wouldn’t be the best experience ever. And possibly 7 days wasted of our lives.
So all in all, the story wouldn’t be the same if Coshmoo didn’t tell the story. The POV of Coshmoo is what makes the story….the story. We would never know what he was thinking or doing or dreaming etc.
(Authors Note: This is about the POV of Coshmoo and how the stoy would be efected if he didn't tell the story.)
We all have different point of views on different subjects and matters. In the book, “Moon of Two Dark Horses”, there is a boy who doesn’t think about what his family and peers might think of him. The boy’s name is Coshmoo; he is the one telling us the story. He is a young Native American boy who is best friends with a white boy named Daniel. The boys are very close, but their perspectives aren’t.
However we will never know this because we are only in the perspective of Coshmoo and only him. His perspective states that the white man is kind and can help him and his people. If this were from another characters view, like Flying Wolf, he would say that the white man is evil. Flying Wolf believes that the white man is pushing the Natives off of the land.
This is during the Revolutionary War, and Coshmoo knows that. So in his perspective, he doesn’t want the war to come. Yet his cousin Flying Wolf does. He wants the war to come to the village to prove that he was right about the white man.
If this story was told from Flying Wolfs POV, he would want us to believe that the white man was bad and was taking over his land. He would get us on his side. Also we would here all the time how great he thinks he is. It wouldn’t be the best experience ever. And possibly 7 days wasted of our lives.
So all in all, the story wouldn’t be the same if Coshmoo didn’t tell the story. The POV of Coshmoo is what makes the story….the story. We would never know what he was thinking or doing or dreaming etc.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Dally's Character Development
In the Life of Dallas Winston
By: Alex Caraulia
(This is about Dallas Winston and how he is a Static character)
The Outsiders is a fascinating book about a century-old crisis and rivalry. The boy telling the story is fourteen year old Ponyboy Curtis; a smart kid who gets his face in a whole lot of trouble. However our focus will be pointed on Dallas Winston. In the past he went to jail at the young age of ten. When he came out, it seemed that it had taken no effect on him at all. So you can tell that he isn’t a normal kid, no; he is ruthless as he doesn’t care about getting arrested. [As said on page twenty two, “You’d better leave us alone,” the redhead said in a biting voice, “or I’ll call the cops.” “Oh, my, my”-Dally looked bored-“you’ve got to see my record sometime baby.”] He is a static character, and I’m about to tell you why.
Dally plays a small part in a feud between the Greasers and the Socs. The Socs are the rich/popular kids that almost everyone looks up to. They have wealth and could buy their way out of prison any time and so they can get into trouble a lot. The Greasers are, presumably, the hooligans. They are the poor outcasts of society and live on the ‘wrong side of town’. Dally is a Greaser; but maybe you found that out already. But he may be the only person to break the rules exceedingly.
We all have someone who cares. It may be a brother, sister, aunt, or uncle; but Dally doesn’t have a relative in sight. But he does have a family. He considers his family all of his fellow Greaser friends. These are the only people he has that are close enough to family. No one knows of his families current whereabouts and I don’t think he doesn’t want to find out. Now at first you might think that Dally doesn’t care about them, but later on in the story, you will find out differently.
Now before ‘The Killing’ Dally was out with Ponyboy and Johnny to go watch a drive-in-movie. This is where he meets Cherry Valance, a Soc with a pretty head and a big bark. After the movie he heads over to a party at one of his friends house. Yet instead of partying his pants off, he doses off into a deep sleep in one of his friends extra bedrooms. Not soon after (maybe) his slumber is interrupted by his friend. Then he soon finds that Ponyboy and Johnny had killed Bob. Of course he is happy to hear this, so he decides to help the boys’ out. He gives them money (fifty dollars) and some supplies along with directions to an abandoned church. Maybe three weeks after, he comes to the church and gets the boys out. Then came the fire.
Then over grief of his best friend’s death, he robs a store. He strategically planned all of this last bad deed out. First he would rob the store, then he will pull out a gun; just pull it out nothing else. Then he would, by then, be surrounded by cops. So a cop would shoot him and he would die. All until then would he never hear what Johnny told Ponyboy to tell him about a sunset. [I want you to tell Dally to look at one. He'll probably think you're crazy, but ask for me. I don't think he's ever really seen a sunset.] Dally stayed the same throughout the book; even though it seems as though he changed by killing himself to be with Johnny, he has always felt the same. This is why Dallas Winston is a Static character.
By: Alex Caraulia
(This is about Dallas Winston and how he is a Static character)
The Outsiders is a fascinating book about a century-old crisis and rivalry. The boy telling the story is fourteen year old Ponyboy Curtis; a smart kid who gets his face in a whole lot of trouble. However our focus will be pointed on Dallas Winston. In the past he went to jail at the young age of ten. When he came out, it seemed that it had taken no effect on him at all. So you can tell that he isn’t a normal kid, no; he is ruthless as he doesn’t care about getting arrested. [As said on page twenty two, “You’d better leave us alone,” the redhead said in a biting voice, “or I’ll call the cops.” “Oh, my, my”-Dally looked bored-“you’ve got to see my record sometime baby.”] He is a static character, and I’m about to tell you why.
Dally plays a small part in a feud between the Greasers and the Socs. The Socs are the rich/popular kids that almost everyone looks up to. They have wealth and could buy their way out of prison any time and so they can get into trouble a lot. The Greasers are, presumably, the hooligans. They are the poor outcasts of society and live on the ‘wrong side of town’. Dally is a Greaser; but maybe you found that out already. But he may be the only person to break the rules exceedingly.
We all have someone who cares. It may be a brother, sister, aunt, or uncle; but Dally doesn’t have a relative in sight. But he does have a family. He considers his family all of his fellow Greaser friends. These are the only people he has that are close enough to family. No one knows of his families current whereabouts and I don’t think he doesn’t want to find out. Now at first you might think that Dally doesn’t care about them, but later on in the story, you will find out differently.
Now before ‘The Killing’ Dally was out with Ponyboy and Johnny to go watch a drive-in-movie. This is where he meets Cherry Valance, a Soc with a pretty head and a big bark. After the movie he heads over to a party at one of his friends house. Yet instead of partying his pants off, he doses off into a deep sleep in one of his friends extra bedrooms. Not soon after (maybe) his slumber is interrupted by his friend. Then he soon finds that Ponyboy and Johnny had killed Bob. Of course he is happy to hear this, so he decides to help the boys’ out. He gives them money (fifty dollars) and some supplies along with directions to an abandoned church. Maybe three weeks after, he comes to the church and gets the boys out. Then came the fire.
Then over grief of his best friend’s death, he robs a store. He strategically planned all of this last bad deed out. First he would rob the store, then he will pull out a gun; just pull it out nothing else. Then he would, by then, be surrounded by cops. So a cop would shoot him and he would die. All until then would he never hear what Johnny told Ponyboy to tell him about a sunset. [I want you to tell Dally to look at one. He'll probably think you're crazy, but ask for me. I don't think he's ever really seen a sunset.] Dally stayed the same throughout the book; even though it seems as though he changed by killing himself to be with Johnny, he has always felt the same. This is why Dallas Winston is a Static character.
Friday, November 18, 2011
How Fast Can You Lose Your Innocence? (Talk Show)
AC: We all start off the same; from the moment we are born, we are innocent pieces of flesh and bone. Once we do something bad or reckless, our innocence is affected. It can be gone when you are 5 or 20. But once it’s gone, it’s gone. And there is one person who knows that best. Please welcome Dallas Winston.
DW: Hey.
AC: Dallas-
DW: You can call me Dally.
AC: Okay then, Dally. When was the first time you lost your innocence?
DW: 10 years of age! Count ‘em.
AC: Wow! And what did you do exactly and what was the consequence?
DW: Well I’ve done so many ‘bad deeds’ as you would call it, I forgot what I did. But I do remember that I went to jail for my crime.
AC: And, did you stay that way, or did jail change you and you never did anything bad ever again?
DW: Are you kidding me? I stayed just the way I am now; a ruthless guy who disobeys the law.
AC: Interesting; and you aren’t worried or scared about going back?
DW: Nope! Not at all.
AC: Well thank you Dally for coming today. Now most might think that innocence is only lost when one does something bad or judged as such. But there is one person who lost his innocence, not by law breaking, but by taking on the responsibility of raising his two younger brothers; Darrel Curtis.
DC: Hi.
AC: Hello Darrel- or is there something else you like to be called?
DC: Darry, thanks.
AC: Well Darry, how did you lose your innocence?
DC: Well when I was about 19-20 years old, my parents died in an automobile accident. It was hard on me and my brothers. I gave up everything to take care of them.
AC: And what was your life before this tragedy happened?
DC: I was a Soc. Popular, and a star football player.
AC: Wow! I bet it was hard to give that up.
DC: No, I have the responsibility of my brothers. That is much more important than being a Soc.
AC: Well thank you Darry. Now please welcome Ponyboy Curtis.
PC: Hi.
AC: Hello Ponyboy. Can I call you Pony?
PC: Sure.
AC: So Pony, it that really your name?
PC: Yeah; it even says so on my birth certificate. Same with my brother, Sodapop.
AC: Well Pony; how did you lose your innocence?
PC: When my best friend Johnny did something bad.
AC: And what was that?
PC: Can’t tell.
AC: Well, how did it make you feel when this happened to you?
PC: Lousy. I felt like nothing really. I didn’t know what to do or how to think for that matter.
AC: That must have been hard for you, running away from your family.
PC: Well we came back after the fire.
AC: Fire?
PC: Yeah there was a fire down in the country side. Me and Johnny saved about 15 kids from it.
AC: Wow! You must have been very brave to do something like that.
PC: I guess so.
AC: Well thank you Ponyboy. Now welcome our last guest for this evening, Johnny Cade.
JC: Hey.
AC: Johnny, you look like a good kid who ‘wouldn’t hurt a fly’. How did you lose your innocence?
JC: Well when me and Pony were at the park, we were jumped by some drunk Socs. Pony was getting drown by them in the fountain. I remembered my blade in my pocket, so to protect Ponyboy from gettin’ killed, I stabbed this one kid; Bob Sheldon was his name.
AC: Wow, it must have been difficult for you to do such a thing. What happened to the rest of Bob’s gang?
JC: They ran silly, and then pulled charges for man-slaughter. Yet they did say it was of self defense.
AC: And what did your parents think of this?
JC: Ah they don’t care ‘bout me. Mom ignores me and Dad beats and yells at me.
AC: Oh, I’m sorry Johnny. Well I hope all is well now; seeing that you are, you know……dead.
JC: Yeah, I’m okay.
DW: Hey.
AC: Dallas-
DW: You can call me Dally.
AC: Okay then, Dally. When was the first time you lost your innocence?
DW: 10 years of age! Count ‘em.
AC: Wow! And what did you do exactly and what was the consequence?
DW: Well I’ve done so many ‘bad deeds’ as you would call it, I forgot what I did. But I do remember that I went to jail for my crime.
AC: And, did you stay that way, or did jail change you and you never did anything bad ever again?
DW: Are you kidding me? I stayed just the way I am now; a ruthless guy who disobeys the law.
AC: Interesting; and you aren’t worried or scared about going back?
DW: Nope! Not at all.
AC: Well thank you Dally for coming today. Now most might think that innocence is only lost when one does something bad or judged as such. But there is one person who lost his innocence, not by law breaking, but by taking on the responsibility of raising his two younger brothers; Darrel Curtis.
DC: Hi.
AC: Hello Darrel- or is there something else you like to be called?
DC: Darry, thanks.
AC: Well Darry, how did you lose your innocence?
DC: Well when I was about 19-20 years old, my parents died in an automobile accident. It was hard on me and my brothers. I gave up everything to take care of them.
AC: And what was your life before this tragedy happened?
DC: I was a Soc. Popular, and a star football player.
AC: Wow! I bet it was hard to give that up.
DC: No, I have the responsibility of my brothers. That is much more important than being a Soc.
AC: Well thank you Darry. Now please welcome Ponyboy Curtis.
PC: Hi.
AC: Hello Ponyboy. Can I call you Pony?
PC: Sure.
AC: So Pony, it that really your name?
PC: Yeah; it even says so on my birth certificate. Same with my brother, Sodapop.
AC: Well Pony; how did you lose your innocence?
PC: When my best friend Johnny did something bad.
AC: And what was that?
PC: Can’t tell.
AC: Well, how did it make you feel when this happened to you?
PC: Lousy. I felt like nothing really. I didn’t know what to do or how to think for that matter.
AC: That must have been hard for you, running away from your family.
PC: Well we came back after the fire.
AC: Fire?
PC: Yeah there was a fire down in the country side. Me and Johnny saved about 15 kids from it.
AC: Wow! You must have been very brave to do something like that.
PC: I guess so.
AC: Well thank you Ponyboy. Now welcome our last guest for this evening, Johnny Cade.
JC: Hey.
AC: Johnny, you look like a good kid who ‘wouldn’t hurt a fly’. How did you lose your innocence?
JC: Well when me and Pony were at the park, we were jumped by some drunk Socs. Pony was getting drown by them in the fountain. I remembered my blade in my pocket, so to protect Ponyboy from gettin’ killed, I stabbed this one kid; Bob Sheldon was his name.
AC: Wow, it must have been difficult for you to do such a thing. What happened to the rest of Bob’s gang?
JC: They ran silly, and then pulled charges for man-slaughter. Yet they did say it was of self defense.
AC: And what did your parents think of this?
JC: Ah they don’t care ‘bout me. Mom ignores me and Dad beats and yells at me.
AC: Oh, I’m sorry Johnny. Well I hope all is well now; seeing that you are, you know……dead.
JC: Yeah, I’m okay.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Beyond the Willows End
Authors note: This story is about a girl who disobeys her mother’s orders and goes to a forbidden shack. She soon finds the consequences and unknown secrets about the shack.
My mother would always warn me of the dangers of the forest. “Don’t go beyond the Willows End!” she would say every time I went out. As a child, as me, I would anyways. I found no fear in the forest that lies just past the boarder. The woods are the gateway to this forbidden place.
The wind blew against the old shack of a house. And the dust on old floor boards danced with the wind. Though my anticipation shrunk, I courageously went inside. The old place was in a wood; nearby to my home. I’ve come three times before, but never went in. It was rainy and cold, the wind getting more ferocious at the second. I was too far from home, and too close to the shack. My only choice was to go in. I walked up to the door. Old and worn the handle is about to fall off too. I pushed the door open; though it seemed that there were holes in the ceiling from outside, there was none. The inside was completely dry; however the air was damp and stuffy. Better than wet and cold right?
“Hello?” I called. If anyone lived here, I didn’t want to be accused of trespassing. There was no answer but still, I felt as though I was being watched. Achoo! I sneezed. The dust got into my nose and it tickled. I sneezed again, and again. Okay I don’t think it is the dust anymore. Being out in the rain for so long must have given me a cold. Oh well, I think I can manage. I took a look around the room I was in. It was a dull brown, with a mysterious era feeling to it. I was starting to think that I should have followed what my mother had said, “Don’t go beyond the Willows End!”
The floor boards were creaky and moved around a lot. Everything looked as old as Gandhi. And he is dead, by like 200 years. I walked around the dirty old thing to explore. This was the only room obviously. It was a shack for Christ’s sake. I took a step forward and I fell. What in the world did I trip on??!?!!??! It was a latch. Looks like it was stuck in the floorboards. I moved some sheets to get a better look at it. The latch was a dusty gold that looked easy to break. Not only that, there was a lock on it. Next to it all was a piece of paper, looked more like parchment really. The paper had writing on it. It said,
‘Dear Reader,
If you are reading this note that means that you have found my enchanted shack. This place has a secret. One that is the key to making a new beginning, a new life. To start everything over, to gain a second chance. The dangers of this can be deadly however. You may choose to go inside but there is no guarantee that you will like it. Everyone’s world is different, so when two go in, they won’t be together.
Be careful.
~ A.O.B.’
A.O.B.? What or who is that? Maybe it stands for a name. Anyway there is no way I could get in, because I don’t have a key. Yet as if on cue, a small shine came onto my eye. I looked over to where it came from. It was in the corner of the room. I walked over and saw the answer to get into this, ‘secret world’ that AOB spoke of. The key was a dull gold just like the latch. Excitement rushed through my veins as I scrambled over to the once hidden door to unlock it. When I inserted the key a fowl wind busted the doors open. I got up to shut it. I locked the door behind me so that the chance of it opening again was lower than hell.
My hand was now rested on the key. I was less anxious now. I, along with the rest of my family, was very superstitious. I thought it possible that the door blowing open was a sign. Is it possible that it was not meant to be open? What happens when I do open it? Okay I am officially unsure about this. And I am not one to adventure. I am more of a suffer-in-silence; spend Friday nights alone either on the computer or reading in my room.
However, I can’t let superstition take me over! Here I go. I turned the key and the lock popped open, making a spooky sound that you would here in a horror movie. I removed the lock from its holder, and then set it on the cold floor. Slowly and cautiously I opened the door. But all I saw was a pitch black hole, which reminded me of the darkness of hell.
Not knowing what would happen, I leaned forward to see in better. I could make out what the edges looked like. They were purple and blue that looked like they were, were……. Ugh! What’s the word? Come on! I won the ‘Best Author’ award 6 years in a row and I can’t think of the word. Luminescent! Yes that is the word. Or if you are an illiterate, glowing. It looked like it was glowing. Where they crystals? Or unknown gems? I saw one that was close enough that it seemed like I could touch it. I reached down. The tips of my fingers traced the precious jewels. They were smooth and the tips were sharp; so luminescent, so exquisite, and growing even more so. I felt something overcome my being, as if a demonic spirit has possessed the very heart and mind that I treasure so. No, this won’t happen! I fought this feeling that made me want to indulge myself in the deepest darkness. I adjusted my hand that was my only support, and I slipped.
I plummeted down into the dark abyss. I screamed and screamed. Even though I knew no one could hear me. I thought that it went on forever; until I felt a sharp pain in my back and head. Bliss then overcame me, only seconds later. I then saw the great light that I have been told many times about. I came to realize, and I said aloud,
“I am dead.”
Epilogue
Her body was never found because once she fell in, the door back shut closed and was locked by the very man who made the gateway.
“Great another body to rot.” Was all he said, he then decided that was enough and burned the shack down. But what he did not know was that the gate way was still there; waiting to gobble up its next victim.
My mother would always warn me of the dangers of the forest. “Don’t go beyond the Willows End!” she would say every time I went out. As a child, as me, I would anyways. I found no fear in the forest that lies just past the boarder. The woods are the gateway to this forbidden place.
The wind blew against the old shack of a house. And the dust on old floor boards danced with the wind. Though my anticipation shrunk, I courageously went inside. The old place was in a wood; nearby to my home. I’ve come three times before, but never went in. It was rainy and cold, the wind getting more ferocious at the second. I was too far from home, and too close to the shack. My only choice was to go in. I walked up to the door. Old and worn the handle is about to fall off too. I pushed the door open; though it seemed that there were holes in the ceiling from outside, there was none. The inside was completely dry; however the air was damp and stuffy. Better than wet and cold right?
“Hello?” I called. If anyone lived here, I didn’t want to be accused of trespassing. There was no answer but still, I felt as though I was being watched. Achoo! I sneezed. The dust got into my nose and it tickled. I sneezed again, and again. Okay I don’t think it is the dust anymore. Being out in the rain for so long must have given me a cold. Oh well, I think I can manage. I took a look around the room I was in. It was a dull brown, with a mysterious era feeling to it. I was starting to think that I should have followed what my mother had said, “Don’t go beyond the Willows End!”
The floor boards were creaky and moved around a lot. Everything looked as old as Gandhi. And he is dead, by like 200 years. I walked around the dirty old thing to explore. This was the only room obviously. It was a shack for Christ’s sake. I took a step forward and I fell. What in the world did I trip on??!?!!??! It was a latch. Looks like it was stuck in the floorboards. I moved some sheets to get a better look at it. The latch was a dusty gold that looked easy to break. Not only that, there was a lock on it. Next to it all was a piece of paper, looked more like parchment really. The paper had writing on it. It said,
‘Dear Reader,
If you are reading this note that means that you have found my enchanted shack. This place has a secret. One that is the key to making a new beginning, a new life. To start everything over, to gain a second chance. The dangers of this can be deadly however. You may choose to go inside but there is no guarantee that you will like it. Everyone’s world is different, so when two go in, they won’t be together.
Be careful.
~ A.O.B.’
A.O.B.? What or who is that? Maybe it stands for a name. Anyway there is no way I could get in, because I don’t have a key. Yet as if on cue, a small shine came onto my eye. I looked over to where it came from. It was in the corner of the room. I walked over and saw the answer to get into this, ‘secret world’ that AOB spoke of. The key was a dull gold just like the latch. Excitement rushed through my veins as I scrambled over to the once hidden door to unlock it. When I inserted the key a fowl wind busted the doors open. I got up to shut it. I locked the door behind me so that the chance of it opening again was lower than hell.
My hand was now rested on the key. I was less anxious now. I, along with the rest of my family, was very superstitious. I thought it possible that the door blowing open was a sign. Is it possible that it was not meant to be open? What happens when I do open it? Okay I am officially unsure about this. And I am not one to adventure. I am more of a suffer-in-silence; spend Friday nights alone either on the computer or reading in my room.
However, I can’t let superstition take me over! Here I go. I turned the key and the lock popped open, making a spooky sound that you would here in a horror movie. I removed the lock from its holder, and then set it on the cold floor. Slowly and cautiously I opened the door. But all I saw was a pitch black hole, which reminded me of the darkness of hell.
Not knowing what would happen, I leaned forward to see in better. I could make out what the edges looked like. They were purple and blue that looked like they were, were……. Ugh! What’s the word? Come on! I won the ‘Best Author’ award 6 years in a row and I can’t think of the word. Luminescent! Yes that is the word. Or if you are an illiterate, glowing. It looked like it was glowing. Where they crystals? Or unknown gems? I saw one that was close enough that it seemed like I could touch it. I reached down. The tips of my fingers traced the precious jewels. They were smooth and the tips were sharp; so luminescent, so exquisite, and growing even more so. I felt something overcome my being, as if a demonic spirit has possessed the very heart and mind that I treasure so. No, this won’t happen! I fought this feeling that made me want to indulge myself in the deepest darkness. I adjusted my hand that was my only support, and I slipped.
I plummeted down into the dark abyss. I screamed and screamed. Even though I knew no one could hear me. I thought that it went on forever; until I felt a sharp pain in my back and head. Bliss then overcame me, only seconds later. I then saw the great light that I have been told many times about. I came to realize, and I said aloud,
“I am dead.”
Epilogue
Her body was never found because once she fell in, the door back shut closed and was locked by the very man who made the gateway.
“Great another body to rot.” Was all he said, he then decided that was enough and burned the shack down. But what he did not know was that the gate way was still there; waiting to gobble up its next victim.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Am I Proud of the Country I call Home?
As the United States has developed through the decades, I must say I am not proud. Now be reminded that this is just my opinion and I wish not to change yours. Let me start with this: The prices of everyday things are way to high. As I was driving past a gas station, the price was raised to 4.95 a gallon; I don;t know about you but if you have a 50 gallon tank that is completely empty, you are pressing the price of 250 roughly dollars, plus tax. Secondly, we are in way too many wars! Even though we just finished one in Iraq, I do not believe that it will be our last for long. The wars that we are involved in can be dealt with in a more civilized manner. War is not the answer to everything. I feel like that is what our country has been doing is looking at every possible way to get into a war with another country. Not only does war cost much money, but it also an take the lives of our loved ones. Finally, we think too greatly of our selves. From my perspective, I see that America, interprets that we are greater than all others. This is NOT true. All countries should be totally equal, no matter if you are Japan, or Sealand(It is an actual place Google it). So as you see even though our 'cool stuff' is great, our social and money spending progress is not.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Persuasive Essay
Persuasive Essay
By: Alex Caraulia
Sign language should be a curricular study in the Pewaukee School system. Sign language is fun and easy to learn at that. However the ‘need to learn’ in society is dwindling in population. The practice can be used in your job, and even in your family. And even your peers might think it is cool! In the time we live inI now , sign language is useful in so many ways! Like in your job, family, and even your social life!
My first point is that your job can be positively affected. A colleague might be deaf, and you will sure need to be able to communicate with them. Plus I doubt that they will have an interpreter with them. It could also help you get a job. When you put something like that on your resume, the person who is interviewing you will see it as a unique ability; and it will help you get hired.
What do most of us strive to get, and will do almost anything to get it; acceptance and appraisal. When you learn to sign, your friends might think you are cool. Also others might think to hang out with you, either to learn as well or think that you would be able to help them with a family or friend signing problem. When your family members find out, you might be able o get more opportunities because your parents might get the idea that this is a big-step forward and give you more responsibilities.
Also what is very likely is a family member being or becoming deaf. The estimated amount of deaf babies in the United States is more than 12000 every year. That baby could be yours. You never know. Also a person can become deaf from illness. So this could happen to a brother, sister, parent, or any other loved one. A good communication with them will most likely be through sign language.
And so learning this can help you in many ways. It is our job to keep notice of this and also let these students of fine education, have the opportunity to learn this amazing language, and to help their understanding of why having this ability is so important. The hearing disability has affected us all in some way, or will affect us. So please consider this as an option for a curricular study.
By: Alex Caraulia
Sign language should be a curricular study in the Pewaukee School system. Sign language is fun and easy to learn at that. However the ‘need to learn’ in society is dwindling in population. The practice can be used in your job, and even in your family. And even your peers might think it is cool! In the time we live inI now , sign language is useful in so many ways! Like in your job, family, and even your social life!
My first point is that your job can be positively affected. A colleague might be deaf, and you will sure need to be able to communicate with them. Plus I doubt that they will have an interpreter with them. It could also help you get a job. When you put something like that on your resume, the person who is interviewing you will see it as a unique ability; and it will help you get hired.
What do most of us strive to get, and will do almost anything to get it; acceptance and appraisal. When you learn to sign, your friends might think you are cool. Also others might think to hang out with you, either to learn as well or think that you would be able to help them with a family or friend signing problem. When your family members find out, you might be able o get more opportunities because your parents might get the idea that this is a big-step forward and give you more responsibilities.
Also what is very likely is a family member being or becoming deaf. The estimated amount of deaf babies in the United States is more than 12000 every year. That baby could be yours. You never know. Also a person can become deaf from illness. So this could happen to a brother, sister, parent, or any other loved one. A good communication with them will most likely be through sign language.
And so learning this can help you in many ways. It is our job to keep notice of this and also let these students of fine education, have the opportunity to learn this amazing language, and to help their understanding of why having this ability is so important. The hearing disability has affected us all in some way, or will affect us. So please consider this as an option for a curricular study.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Letter to Juliet; Juliet Help Me
Author’s Note: This is a letter from Rose Mickinlen to Juliet. Rose has met a boy and the story is about the consequences that follow. The rising action is when Rose is getting to know George and dating him. The climax is when she arrives at his house. The falling action is when she runs away from him.Dear Juliet,
Four months ago I met a boy who has quite a record of cheating and seducing women. At first I thought they were all rumors, when I first met him he was sweet and he never ‘pulled a move’. We spent all day together almost every day after that. I considered him as a good friend, we weren’t even acquaintances anymore. But I guess he saw us as more. Three weeks after we met he held my hand and kissed me. I felt uncomfortable but he insisted that we be together. I said yes but that was a mistake. He started to get controlling and protective. At first I thought, ‘Hey all men get like that sometimes.’ Like my father. He would be so demanding of my mother and me. What happened to women’s rights? One day he invited me to his house and I told him I had family business that night. But he insisted. I wanted to say no but I said yes.
I went to his house that night and when I came in he locked the door. When I asked him why, he started to take what I could never get back. He held me captive there for weeks with only a bit of food. I just broke out 3 weeks ago. I am currently hiding out from him. With little food and no shelter, this letter is all I have. I chose you to help me through this. Please Juliet, tell me what to do.
Love, Rose.
P.S. I know I shouldn’t feel this way because I am miles from where I last saw him, but I keep getting the feeling that he is watching me. He couldn’t be, could he?
Two weeks after Rose sent the letter; her parents found her dead with a knife piercing her heart. When the doctor examined the body, he found that she was carrying a set of twins that would never be born because of Roses’ death. When samples of the babies DNA were taken, and fingerprints on the knife were taken; it was proven that George Staragger, the boy friend of Rose, was the father to the twins and the murderer of Rose Mickinlen. After 10 years of searching, along with 25 other similar deaths, George was found and executed.
Four months ago I met a boy who has quite a record of cheating and seducing women. At first I thought they were all rumors, when I first met him he was sweet and he never ‘pulled a move’. We spent all day together almost every day after that. I considered him as a good friend, we weren’t even acquaintances anymore. But I guess he saw us as more. Three weeks after we met he held my hand and kissed me. I felt uncomfortable but he insisted that we be together. I said yes but that was a mistake. He started to get controlling and protective. At first I thought, ‘Hey all men get like that sometimes.’ Like my father. He would be so demanding of my mother and me. What happened to women’s rights? One day he invited me to his house and I told him I had family business that night. But he insisted. I wanted to say no but I said yes.
I went to his house that night and when I came in he locked the door. When I asked him why, he started to take what I could never get back. He held me captive there for weeks with only a bit of food. I just broke out 3 weeks ago. I am currently hiding out from him. With little food and no shelter, this letter is all I have. I chose you to help me through this. Please Juliet, tell me what to do.
Love, Rose.
P.S. I know I shouldn’t feel this way because I am miles from where I last saw him, but I keep getting the feeling that he is watching me. He couldn’t be, could he?
Two weeks after Rose sent the letter; her parents found her dead with a knife piercing her heart. When the doctor examined the body, he found that she was carrying a set of twins that would never be born because of Roses’ death. When samples of the babies DNA were taken, and fingerprints on the knife were taken; it was proven that George Staragger, the boy friend of Rose, was the father to the twins and the murderer of Rose Mickinlen. After 10 years of searching, along with 25 other similar deaths, George was found and executed.
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