Pieces from around the room

I read a lot of peoples papers, and i really enjoyed them. I really like the fact that in this class we can breathe with our assignments. The people in the group i was put in did a fantastic job with their pieces. Each piece was completely different from the other, and i respect that. Tanner's post gave me the chills, where as Laura's post gave me tears that welled up in my eyes, and it all ended with a laugh from Jordan's funny trash can piece.  

                      Yo Jordan, I think your piece was pretty cool. When I first saw what you were writing, I was a little skeptical as to how interesting it would be. But, you made it really funny, and I enjoyed reading it. My favorite line was "they were stuck in misery, or Missouri as it’s also called", comedy gold. I am glad that I had read your piece.
                    Hola Tanner, I really did enjoy the chilling factor that was Incorporated into your piece. I like the words you used, like shivered and pleading insanity. It all made it sound super spooky, Keep writing.
                   Hola Laura, this was, absolutely marvelous. I really love the fact that you didnt draw this from any experience that you already had. I loved the way you told the story, it made me want to read more. Great job.

Simon the Spearmint Gum

Glenda Parsons

Mrs. Fraser

Creative Writing

August 26 2015

 Simon the Spearmint Gum

            I was resting in my pack, anticipating the day I will be chosen. All of my friends had been picked up the day prior. I think I was so late in being selected because I was laying in the back of the pack. I am a spearmint, with a touch of vanilla, my friends and I were born into a variety pack. Bianca the Bubble gum, and Giovanni the Grape, were still with me. But Wanda and Wilbur wintergreen were the first to go.

            Bianca started to speak, “Hey Simon, You are the last mint, I think that she is going to take you next!” She said to me.

            “Really? You think so?” I asked her, hope glimmering in my wrapper.

            “”I sure do! I can feel the box wiggling… EVERYONE GET IN POSITIOOOOON!!!!!” She screamed and we all went still.

            I looked up and saw the takers, she seemed to be contemplating which piece to take. I posed in my most mouthwatering pose, and waited. Her fingers reached out and grazed both Bianca and Giovanni. Then she touched me. She picked me up, and then took me out of the box, closing it behind me. I felt both nervous and exited at the same time. I had only met one other gum that had been chewed… He said it was wonderfully amazing. She took off my wrapper and stuck me into the chewer.

            I felt what we learned were the molars, and I got in between them, like the factory instructor had ordered us to do. I rubbed my mintiness everywhere I could, and cleaned all of the food off of her teeth. I continued to do this while she was at what I can assume was school.

            I had been working for about an hour now and I was starting to get tired. But as my labor wore off I heard another voice speak to my taker. This one was male. I saw that she and I were getting awfully close to where I saw his chewer. Then, oddly enough they exchanged chewers, and I slid into the male’s mouth!

It was much dirtier in here and it smelt awful. I thought about trying to work in here, but I was much too tired to actually make any progress, plus, I had used all of my minty powers on my taker.

After a very short period of time I could feel his chewer gathering me, with his tongue, until he threw me out! I was soaring. I could feel the cool air all around me. That is until I hit the bottom.  I was stuck to the ground. I couldn’t move. Add to the fact that I was beginning to expand into the creases of the cement. Then I began to panic. I started shouting for help, but nobody came.

After many hours I saw a shadow approach me. The foot of the shadow was coming awfully close. I tried again to move out of the way but it was useless. Then I got squashed. With each step the taker took I lost a small part of myself. The agony went on for around 5 blocks. But by then it was too late, I had been rubbed away.

            

I am poem

Glenda Parsons

Mrs. Fraser

Creative Writing

19 August 2015

I am,

      Artistic, the pencil off of SpongeBob bringing pictures to life with ease. 

     Smart, taped framed glasses and report cards on the fridge.

     Short, the time you have to spend with the people you love.

     A sister, the coldness that will eventually thaw and melt away and we're finally seeing one another as a peer.

     Peaceful, the sun shining gently down on a meadow as a bird sings. 

    Funny, laughing until the stomach pains force you to stop.

     Young, thinking that I know everything about everyone around me. Never admitting that I am the one who needs help. Never letting those who are wiser beyond my years give me any advice.

    Hopeful, the world will one day blossom into what I know it can become.

    Musical, the song of a small child singing at the top of their lungs just aching to break free.

    Simple, being satisfied with the little things around me. Hiding the elf on the shelf around Christmas time to spread excitement around the house. Having my sister tell me about her day after school, that brings my so much joy.

    Optimistic, always thinking that people can change. The sick dog that gets better because you hoped it would.

    A daughter, always testing the boundaries. Being recognized as a “mini” version of those who raised you, yet still being yourself.

    A girl, lipstick and nail polish playing with other girls.

    Happy, smiling in the hallways where others sulk along to their classes.

    A friend, giving advice and making an awkward joke to stop the tears.

    Strange, a unicorn on top of a walrus surfing the solar nebula pre-Big Bang.