Spencer’s space…. Like myspace but better

During the course of the year there are three things that i have learn’t that could and probably would make a writer’s writing better is
1) Interesting (but understandable) language
2) Images the reader can see very well
3) A strong and ongoing storyline.

The ongoing story line is necessary otherwise the story would be stuck in one place all the time and it would get boring. You need the interesting language to spice up the story and create new things in the minds of people everywhere. The images are well… for seeing what the story would be like if made into a movie or was taking place in real life.

I will have to go with Louis Satcher. Even though i have gotten my hands on one of his books, Holes, i still think he is a amazing writer.

I’m sure everyone knows the book Holes, but i enjoyed both the movie and the book, but the book more. I thought the way he made the scenes was almost un-natural because you could picture the dried up lake along with what the boys would look like after a few days. The book also had a un-naturally great amount of suspence like when the boys escaped.

Other books written by Louis are: Sideways Stories From Wayside School, Marvin Redpost, and There’s a boy in the girls bathroom.

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The short story collection i chose was “THE RESTLESS DEAD.” The short story sellection for this book is naturally, dead people who come back to life. I think this book can be enjoyed by teens and adults who want to be entertained about a ghost story or have a nice little scare. The stories in the book aren’t scarie enough to make you close the book and never want to pick it back up, its one of those books where your sad when its over. Most of the stories write about how a loved one or a relative had died, and they continued in life until the day they met the ghosts of other people which changed their life, either by showing them life can continue, or by killing everyone. The stories were really interesting due to the fact they have the supernatural happening, even though some people dont believe that it can happen.

I found out that short stories can be written in the way with a nice and plesent ending, or in a strange twist of events where it has everything dissapear misteriously. I also learnt that their doesnt have to be tons of paragraphs, but rather make it all part of one paragraph until something exciting happens. That can save a ton of room, plus allow you to add in more details and make the work much more organized.

I personally enjoyed the story “Kissing Dead Boys” by Annette Curtis Klause. The story featured a girl who goes to a club with a bunch of “emo” kids. Some of the kids arent human though, their vampires. Not the nice ones like Stephenie Meyer had in her book and now movie, but more like the evil ones who kill people just for their blood. The girl in the story had a little sister that had first discovered vampires in her family. One night the girls little sister is found dead and the older sister decided to have her revenge on the vampires for killing her sister. My feelings after reading this was, “Write more I want to read how else she kills the stupid vampires.” Even though its probably not a good opinion, my additude toward vampires is very angry and agressive sence Stephenie Meyer wrote “Twilight.”

Overall these short stories are enjoyable to read, and i think that people who are really interested in these types of stories should read it, and it doesn’t take forever to read.

P.S. im aware its late, but edublogs didnt publish, only saved. (sorry Mr. Neal)

Love story

Here was a story about a little boy who grew up to be… well not much taller than what he was when he was 10. He was constantly picked on and tormented about his size and how much of a useless person he was. He always liked this one girl, Julie Mason. She was one of those tall blonds, beautiful, attractive, and nice to everyone. When Tommy decided to become a slight bit brave, mostly because everyone hadn’t been picking on him that day, he tried to talk to Julie for the first time. He never thought he would actually even get her attention other than as a super tiny person who never grew up. When Tommy got her attention he about dropped paralyzed onto the floor and let his heart stop. He reached up with his hand and tried to shake her hand. She let out a slight giggle and took his hand.

“You are rather small for a 10^th grader aren’t you?” She said with a slight sweetness in her voice.

“Thanks for noticing my birth defect; I was born unnaturally small, even though both my parents are normal height.”

“Well you have the smaller advantage.” Julie said.

“Are you trying to make fun of me?” Tommy exclaimed. “Julie I’ve been tormented all my life for having this deformity and I thought you were different.”

As Tommy turned to walk away he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye. As he turned towards the person they vanished. He found it strange but chose to ignore it and go to class. He turned into the classroom to only be greeted by the football jocks. The one Tommy hated the most was the spunky brown haired boy named Ryan. Ryan thought of the football people only and how cool he thought he was. Tommy’s anger toward him burned in his soul forever. What Tommy didn’t know was that Ryan was a homosexual. Ryan only would lash out to Tommy because he always wanted a little person in his life, and he had to act mean to Tommy or he would also get picked on.

“Hello tiny Timmy, how’s it going being the size of a football?” He asked with a slight whistle.

“It’s alright down here, how is the weather up on your end Ryan.” Tommy quickly snapped back

Ryan stood stunned and amazed by his quick reaction. Tommy went and took his “special” seat. Everyone called it a special seat because it was slightly lower just for Tommy to sit right. Tommy was always fascinated by Julie but couldn’t figure out why she was being so mean. After geography class he ran into Julie again, and didn’t really feel like talking.

“Tommy listen,” Julie said, “I wasn’t trying to be mean before, but I wasn’t sure on how to talk to a smaller person.”

“HOW ABOUT LIKE A REAL PERSON?” Tommy screamed “why don’t you act like I’m a human rather than an alien or something?” Tommy then stormed off angry at everyone.

About a month later Tommy finally calmed down and tried to find Julie to apologies to her about how he flipped out on her. He saw her talking to Ryan and got angry because he thought Ryan was asking her out. When Tommy waddled over to where they were standing Ryan took off in a quick run. Tommy was confused on what happened, he didn’t care much, but he was still slightly confused.

“Whats up with Ryan?” Tommy asked

“Apparently all small people are related and know each other and he saw a small wrestler that could beat him up the other day on TV and got scared.” Julie said with a slight amount of anger in her voice. She continued to stare at him and Tommy had nothing to say. Tommy knew he had the power over Ryan and now was the time for revenge. Tommy’s time to be picked on was over, his love for the amount of power he had over the most feared man in the school had corrupted his soul.

Alrighty i dono why this one came to me, or how exactly i got to it, but i know i was sleeping when i thought of it.

If you could have one super power (and it cant be to copy other peoples powers cause thats dumb) what would it be? You could range it from the stupid-ist thing like being able to make a candel in 10 seconds to being bulletproof. And what would your weakness be? like in real life we all know every element has its weakness. What would yours be?

No “chocolate would be my weakness cause im addicted to it” cause thats boring and it needs to be interesting

I think my perfect world would consist of me surrounded by millions of the worlds greatest video games, along side a trusted husky pup. I think a world that i could create would actually be hard to explain. So much, or so little depending on how you think my mind works, could be happening at one point in time, it would basically be this world only things can appear and disappear at my command. My world people would have semi nice houses and they would work in jobs of there choice, and there is no currency, there is only trade. My world the water of the earth would be clean, like it is in those tropical islands. Everyone would attempt to live in some type of community, and there wouldn’t be more than 30 people in my world at any point in time.

I knew my necklace would get lost, but I never thought it would be in Dolly Parton’s wig. I met Dolly late one night while we were listening to some jazz music in a late night club. I always took her for a country music person, but I guess I was wrong. Somehow we ended up talking for a few hours, drank a little bit, and went our separate ways. I had completely forgotten about the necklace with the blue gem in the middle that I had been wearing for a while, and never realized till the next day. When I went back to the club and couldn’t find it I realized someone must have taken it but I couldn’t remember who may have had it. I couldn’t find the necklace, that is until I saw Dolly on the TV and she was saying a big shout out to one of her friends right before a show. The funny thing was is that I don’t think she even noticed it until one of the stage people was pointing at it from behind the stage. When she pulled him up and he told her she said, “Where in the heck did this come from?” I was sitting on my couch at home realizing that my necklace with the blue gem in it was across the country with a famous county singer. The funny thing was is that her parents owned a zoo and she had probably went there to visit them and it had never been noticed, even by people who have to keep a bunch of animals in good care and make sure everything is safe for the people.

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I couldn’t tell how far off the ground I really was. It seemed like I was like a thousand feet up in the air when it all ended horribly. I came out of the incident with a broken arms, a lot of cuts, and I knew I would never fly again. It happened about a month ago and I guess ill tell you about it.

I remember it all so well, me sitting around in my room. I was board and waiting for someone to come and play with me. My friend, Suzie they called her, came running into her room and found me sitting on her bed. She yelped with excitement over seeing me sit there.

“O MY GOSH I LOVE THE PAINTINGS,” she began screaming at the top of her lungs. When she screamed it sounded like she could cut air in half. I remained sitting there stunned by the scream, and couldn’t say anything. She hugged me and dragged me outside. Ill admit my back was hurting a little bit, but that’s because I just got out of a cramped area. I’m not sure what their called, but I remember I was sitting there for hours, and possibly days. But when Suzie took me outside I could see the sun, and feel the wind blow across me. I fell on the floor and lie out and let the sun beam across my back. It felt so warm and good, instead of that cold air-conditioned thing I was stuck in. Suzie was doing something with some paper while I lay across the ground. The grass was newly cut and felt soft. I felt so relieved when Suzie walked over with her dad and began to almost massage my back.

“I think your going to have fun with this one Suze,” her dad said with a big smirk on his face. I could see his eyes examine me and admire my artwork. I thought it was kind of creepy how a older person was staring at me but I felt great anyway. I could felt like I had been reconstructed when Suzie and her dad decided to let me move from where I was. I felt like a great problem had been lifted off of me and I could move freely. I loved the air, and those big metal things that flew in the air. I always thought someday I would be able to get up that high then slowly drift back down to earth, and land in a big open field with freshly cut grass.

“Daddy can I go and show her around?” I could feel the unicorn on my face almost move with excitement over the fact were going somewhere. It felt like it was going to run around my face and come to life.

“Sure you can, as long as you two stay in the yard.”

And with that Suzie was off like a lighting bolt. She ran around and showed me everything in her yard. She walked me over to this thing that held two rabbits in it, and they looked so soft. I wish I could have touched them, but Suzie said we could play with them later.

“Ill let you see everything from a higher view once mommy gets home and she looks at you,” Suzie said. I was amazed at how careful she was with me and how fragile I was. I remember a bunch of kids coming by and just kicking us around and pulling us into silver cages, only with an open lid. I wasn’t sure on if that was how all kids acted, or if it was just some kids who were told to do bad things. But her father and here were careful with me and surprisingly nice. I wanted to say “thanks for everything so far and I’m glad I met you,” but I wasn’t sure on how to do that when she was almost squeezing the life out of me and rushing me around everywhere.

The yard was much bigger than what I had originally seen. I never knew they had there own little river, and at the bottom of the hill was a pool. I thought that was awesome and I wanted so badly to go in, but I didn’t know how to swim. She continued with the tour of the house, all the way to her secret hiding spot.

“When ever mommy and daddy get mad at me I come here to make sure that they don’t hear me crying, cause daddy thinks I am a strong girl for my age and wants me to stay that way, and mommy doesn’t ever cry so I want to be just like her.”

This little girl was so amazing. She was supposed to be independent, and how she was able to hide things from her parents was amazing to. Her red hair flowed in the air and looked so fluffy, like the grass that was on the ground. She was tiny, but she acted like her father, and hid what she could from both her parents so they thought she was strong and independent. I wanted to cry for her to show that I felt bad, but I couldn’t, because she was always so happy. I was never sure if she was actually just happy that I was there, or if she was just a naturally happy person.

When we got back inside from her hiding spot, she took me upstairs, and put me back on her bed. I sat there for a little bit until we heard this noise. It sounded like when people were talking really loud and it made this Bing Bong noise.

“MOMMY’S HOME,” Suzie yipped and picked me up, ran down the stairs at full speed with me behind her back. “Guess what daddy found today,” Suzie said as she blocked the path for her mom to enter the house.

“What did daddy find?”

“He found this,” she said and she pulled me out from behind her.

“That’s amazing sweetie, I hope you have fun with it, but only outside ok?” her mom said in a playful voice.

“Alright mommy,” Suzie said as she bolted out the door with me in front of her.

The air is always much more pleasing when its not being forced into your face or at least for me it is. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I knew only fun things could happen when I was around Suzie. She took me out and the air was playfully blowing. “I always wanted to fly, didn’t you?” Suzie said as she sat down on the ground and placed me in her lap. A slight amount of air blew under me and it force my head to move up almost making a nodding gesture. She picked me up and said “Now you can do what I’ve always wanted to do freely.” With that I knew I was up in the air. It wasn’t very high, but slowly I got higher and higher. I got so close to the sky I felt like I could reach up and touch it. As I got higher up the wind blew a little harder. I could hear Suzie talking with her mom, and I thought it was cool that her mom thought I looked amazing.

After I got high enough I could feel me go to high, and I tried to scream “GET ME DOWN,” but it didn’t work. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew Suzie wasn’t holding on anymore, and I was going somewhere.

I guess my dream did come true, but only in a slightly more painful sort of way than expected. I flew up super high and I felt like one of the metal things that fly, and I did get to fall back to earth. Only difference was I didn’t fall softly, I mashed into a few trees, before I finally got a hold of one. The wind blew against me so hard I eventually let go again, and ended up elsewhere. Then I found the open field, and I landed in it. When I landed I was glad the horrible trip was over, and I wondered what happened to Suzie. I never saw Suzie again, but I did make a new friend. The man was a slight bit older and a little better looking that Suzie’s dad, but I still found it weird a old guy would hold onto something like me. The man fixed me up though. After he found me in the open field, he saved me from being consumed by death, and made me better. He took me to his house, which was much smaller than Suzie’s, but still big enough for him and me. He pulled out a needle and some string, but I was terrified of what was going to happen to me so I passed out. After I woke up I could still feel some of the cuts and some spots that I knew could never heal. My arms for instance, were wrapped up in some tape, and I knew that would only be useful to hold me together. I could see the man every time he walked into the house, or every time he was going to leave. Yes I am now just decoration for some older guy, sitting in his house, only feeling the wind blow under the door from time to time, and wondering what it would be like if I hadn’t lost

I have tons of goals in life, but some are hard to do. Like i want to go off to a collage that deals with electronics, so i can go off into the world working for some successful game company like Microsoft (even though Bill Gates doesn’t need anymore money.) I think my #1 job would be to become a game tester cause even though people play games for money and whatever (like the guy on survivor) i would just enjoy being able to be at home a lot, and still make a income. Perhapses that is what i should do… make a new job that involves someone (like me) to sit at home and test games all the time, fix the kinks in the games, send it back with new suggestions, and be able to say “I’ve already done that so HA.” Or i want to be able to venture out into the world with a person already standing at my side and see what happens from there. (i defiantly wanna have a job because that would suck and i don’t think that having no money pays rent/bills or whatever happens to get thrown my way.) I also enjoy working with animals just cause their awesome. I also apparently give good advise so i supposed something to do with guidance (other than working in a school, cause it would be to boring and i would probably only see the kids if they were bad) but something like a shrink or something along those lines.
Those are just some jobs i would want, but forget those for now… relationship wise I would want a family that is fun, and somewhat active. It sucks I’m leaving this year though cause it takes me away from my friends and the one person, after deep thought into it, who knows most about me. I would be tickled pink if something amazing happened where me and her met up later and something clicked, then life would be the awsomeist thing to be in.

I suppose Creative Writing is helpful (if i manage to get one of the 1st choice jobs) in communicating how something is put together, and help people learn in a more interesting and creative way other than studying until they die. I don’t think it would help greatly if i go into a career that involves animals unless i’m forced to write a apology note to someone and make it somewhat humorous. I guess i would actually enjoy working with people (eg: a shrink) cause for whatever crazed reason I enjoy solving problems even if i don’t know the people well. Don’t take this as a chance to explain all problems you may have to me (even though i would probably listen and help.) Though i would love to work with animals and some type of electronics more, i suppose being a shrink wouldn’t be all that bad.

Well this one is somewhat tricky. I think that the best type of character to put in the story is someone who is able to change based on what mood the writer is currently in. Such as if someone (lets say me) is feeling angry about something i think it would be good to have a character who is aggressive, or has a problem with people and gets mad very quickly. angry characters sometimes can lighten the mood because your able to take your anger out on the paper and fictional characters/objects. Sometimes (if your planning on putting more than one character in) its good to have someone who is able to annoy one of the characters because it could open up a entire range of different opportunities to write about. even if you cant think of how to introduce the character think of how you and one of your friends had possibly met up and bring someone in that way. Then you may have to explain how you and your old friend met, but that can be summarized in a few short sentences, and it also takes up some pages so its a little less to write about. You can introduce the character (depending on the mood your in) by what age you think is appropriate.  such as if your angry you could make the character a old man for example, or if you feel like your in love with something you could make it like a younger person who thinks they found the perfect match. You could make a character who’s only friend is a dog, and the boy/girl can only trust the dog with anything (seeing how dogs cant talk) and can only rely on the dog for help, and something bad happens to the character and you have to switch to the dogs point of view, i dono only throwing out suggestions here. I personally thing that writing your own character would be better, mostly because your able to tweak him to the way you want him to be, but if you use a character already created he may not go great with his environment. The environment would have to be based off of where your thinking of at the time, because any character and his/her personalities could be set in any type of location you have set in your mind.