Six Word Story...say that five times fast lol

"People Always Leave, What’s The Point!"

Personally I think that this is one of the most difficult ways to write. While writing a complete story is not easy you have the ability to get your point across in many ways, whereas a six word story you only have six words to play with to get the depth and the point of view across. Also, within a story there are many key points that contribute to the overall piece of writing. For example, imagery, setting, plot, characters, these are all aspects of a story that contribute to the idea that the author is trying to make and portray within the story. For a six word short story it is very difficult to get the same idea across to the reader as you would with a written short story with non-limited number of words.

Although writing a six word short stories process is not the same, to the reader, as it is in writing a short story, there is an advantage to the reader as well as the author to play upon. The six worded short story is something that could have many meanings as well as many ways in one can interpret the piece of writing. Basically, it is one`s personal imagination or experiences that are relied upon to create the plot, atmosphere, imagery, and setting. This is a great tool because while the author has a set story in mind when writing the six words that would sum everything up, the reader can take it into their own minds and lives and make it something of their own, every reader creates their own short story within a story.

Satirical News Headlines...Well, my attempt anyways lol

"Williams Squeezes Hard For His Beloved Newfoundland"

"Doctor Rusted  Recalled To Heaven"

"MTV Causes Teen Pregnancy"

"Blind Woman Recieves Heart Transplant By Dead Father She Hasn't Seen In Years!"

"Harper Hammers Danny!"

The "Wanted" Child

Brian and Sarah had it all, the perfect wedding, the perfect house, well paid occupations and had all they ever wanted in life. Until one day Sarah brought up the idea that something was missing, she wanted to become a mother and have a true family, Brian expressed to Sarah that he just was not ready for a family. Sarah was devastated, All she ever wanted was a child of her own, every day she tried to convince Brian that it was a good idea…he finally gave in. Brian began thinking that a child could only bring them close together, and he was being foolish in not wanting to move to the next step of their relationship, from that moment on they were both hell bent on starting a family of their own.

A year passes, and Sarah still has not become pregnant, so they decide to see their Family doctor. After many tests Brian and Sarah took, the outcome was not good news, the doctor explained to Sarah that she had a tilted ovary and while it was not impossible it would be that much harder for her to conceive naturally. They began discussing their options with their doctor, asking many questions and asking for advice. The doctor explained to them to not give up hope but it could be years before they actually conceive on their own. Sarah and Brian continued to try but as they tried they put their name on the waiting list at an adoption agency. Much to their surprise the phone rang, not even 3 days later. There was a woman on the other end of the line explaining to Brian that they were in luck and had a newborn baby that was available for adoption if they were still interested. Sarah and Brian felt that they would not give up trying themselves to conceive but they didn’t want to give up the chance on becoming parents to a child that needed them, they felt it was a gift from God. The very next day, the couple went into the agency signed two papers and the baby was handed over to them, no questions asked. Seemed almost too good to be true and maybe it was…

Crying till all hours in the morning, dirty diapers, and all the unforeseen costs of raising a child, meant nothing to the couple because they seen it as a part of being parents, it was all worth it. As the child began to grow, so did the problems, or so it seemed. First it was little things going wrong and falling apart, furniture was falling apart, things in their home became destroyed, and their perfect home became a disaster area. While on little sleep and the new stress of becoming parents, it took a toll on Brian, he lost his job. Having very little savings left due to the unforeseen costs of parenthood and the replenishment of their home, Brian and Sarah were forced to sell their home and move into a slum neighborhood.

Several years pass and nothing had seemed to change, their happy family seemed to be falling apart, as did the rest of their lives, day by day something else would happen. Sarah began to reflect back on everything that has happened in the past couple of years and how it affected her family. She began to realize that it all began when they adopted their son and every devastating situation that has been happening to them never, ever affected their child in any way, shape or form, but he was always there and in some way a part of it all. Sarah called Brian right away, sobbing to him trying to explain her realization. While Brian at first thought she was crazy, her assumptions and accusations seem to fit in some way. Sarah gasped in fear as she hung up the phone; she turned around and noticed her child peering at her through a window in the porch with an evil smile on his face. She walked outside and began to start her gardening for the day to take her mind off things until Brian had got home.

Brian returned home later that evening and they both talked while their son lay in bed asleep. They decided that they would flee the home and live with Brian’s parents up North until they figure everything out. They knew it wasn’t right and that a lot of people would question why they did what they did but for their own safety and well-being they needed to get away from this child.

Brian and Sarah got out safe and sound, on the road to his parent’s house they truly believed they were in the clear, they were free of all devastation that this child at stowed upon their lives.

Brian’s parents were expecting their sons and daughter in laws arrival and were up late watching the news. (TV in background) ”BREAKING 12:00 NEWS: a couple found dead in their car, Identified as Brian and Sarah Samuelson, no evidence of other cars being involved, the accident is under investigation, police are saying the couples child is missing and that it seems to be an investigation for the homicide department. ” ...

My Little Piece of Heaven

1. The sky was illuminated that morning, even when the rays of sunlight hid in behind the marshmallow clouds, there was still a glow. I walk along the beach passing all of the smiling and happy travellers that were on their family vacations, all lying on bright blue beach chairs that lined the warm golden sand that decorated the shoreline. The breeze was thick and warm; it slipped smoothly through your fingers, toes and hair as you walked against it, a freeing feeling really, refreshing.  Closing my eyes as the breeze swept across my bronzed face, I listened to the symphony of the ocean. The rhythmic pattern of the waves comforted me like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me in the middle of a winter snowstorm. Sweet and bitter smell of salt brushed itself across my face, I take a deep breath, and it fills my lungs like a newly lit cigarette, harsh but too good to be true. I stop myself and looked and listen to the many sights and sounds of the beach. The water was a see through blue green color that seemed endless, the waves crashed against the rocks with great force, proving its power to the world. Every flaw and mistake had been diminished by the powerful tide that crept toward the shoreline, bringing it back to perfection. I sat myself on a rock filling my palms with sand and watching it slip through my fingers, it was like silk against my skin, exfoliating my flaws. The tide crept up onto my feet, my toes wiggle against the waves, and I was being cleansed. Taking deep breaths and enjoying the moment of rebirth in the sand I believed that I was in my happy place, a place where flaws never mattered, and where every wave, every, breeze, and with every grain in the sand meant new beginnings.

2. The first thing you see is the white sand, the second would be the turquoise water that meets the shore. The weather is consistent, clean and warm; the smell of salt fills the entire shoreline. Couples, families and singles are all grouped together enjoying the sun, water, and festivities. The breeze is warm and cool and refreshing and goes for miles as does the beach itself. There is fun and freedom affiliated with the beach.

I was a bit confused about this blog and how you wanted it to be written but I like the florid description because you can take any aspect of the subject and make it your own. In any situation there are different things about it that appeal to our senses so it is nice to be able to describe that. I found the stark description to be quite hard to do because I just found myself wanting to “over-write” or be “over-descriptive”. I love being able to express myself through my writing and I find being extra descriptive creates expressive imagery to the reader, capturing exactly how the author had felt at the time.

"A Paper Life" By Tatum O'Neal Book Review

Oscar winning, childhood star, Tatum O’neal reveals her not so glamorous upbringing in the tell-all book “A Paper Life”. Being the daughter of Hollywood star Ryan O’neal  and actress Joanna Moore, one would think she lead a fabulous and spoiled lifestyle but as her biography exposes is a life filled with loneliness and abuse.  Tatum dealt with abandonment, drug abuse, molestation, and physical and verbal abuse. And the cycle seemed to repeat itself during her rocky six-year marriage to professional athlete John McEnroe. The loneliness and worthlessness she felt her entire life lead her to a downward spiral doused in drug and alcohol addiction.  Having grown up watching her parents in the spotlight and in the spotlight herself, she claims to have been alone and neglected as her parents chose doing drugs and abusing alcohol instead of parenting and being a part of the family. Tatum describes many situations in her book about neglect, abuse, drugs, alcohol and molestation which all lead to her own demise, and the continuing cycle into her very own family built with Jon McEnroe. It wasn’t until Tatum’s own daughter caught her shooting heroin in a bathroom that she decided to change and see what she was doing. So much pain and suffering and with several trips to rehab throughout the years lead Tatum O’neal to a sober lifestyle today. 

A Paper Life is a riveting, cautionary tale, like any biography, the reader questions whether these situations could truly happen to one person in such a short amount of time. Having said that, it’s like looking at a bad car crash, you cannot look away. This book is a definite page turner and keeps the reader in suspense and on edge. Sadness, pity and shock is feelings that’s arise out of the reader while reading this book, but also hopeful, hopeful that these experiences create a better person  and mother and overall better life for her and her family in the end.

A NEW ENDING BRINGS NEW BEGINNINGS!

Gavin holds Stacey close and cherishes the moment of picturing their future as a mother and father, looks at Stacey and smiles…
Gavin: I can’t believe this is happening, never though the doctors would be wrong…
Stacey replies with a huge smile on her face while rubbing her stomach…
Stacey: everything happens for a reason Gav, and we’re meant to be parents
Gavin: the best parents this child could ever ask for!
Gavin and Stacey smile at each other kiss and hold each other close
Stacey: I can’t wait to tell Ness!
Gavin: I can’t wait to tell Smithy!
They each look at their cells and then at each other puzzled as to why they have not heard from them and where they both could be. Scene ends.
Next scene starts, with Smithy down on one knee and Ness holding baby Neil
Smithy: you repulse me, I repulse you…
Ness interrupts
Ness: fair play…
Smithy: but we have this connection, this spark that cannot be ignored, and we have him (touches the back of his hand off Neil’s cheek)
A hidden smile wipes over Ness’ face
Smithy: I want us to be a family, a real family, and Ness I want to be the one to call you my wife
Ness Looks at Smithy not knowing what to say
Ness: Smithy…
Smithy: there is no one like us Nessa, what’d ya say?
With a big smile on her face…
Ness: Fair Play!
Smithy gets up and hugs into Ness and gives baby Neil a kiss on the forehead.
They both look at their phone and look at each other and smile, knowing they both received texts from their best friends Gavin and Stacey.
Scene ends with Smithy texting Gavin saying to meet at the pub.
New scene begins with Ness, Smithy and baby Neil waiting at a table at the local pub and Gavin and Stacey entering the doors in a hurry with excitement.
Smithy: GAVA-LA!!!
WHILE BOTH DOING THE ROBOT TOWARDS EACHOTHER
Gavin: SMITH-STA!!!!!
Stacey runs over to Ness and gives her and baby Neil a hug and kiss, while reaching for Ness’ hand to place on Stacey’s belly, she feels the ring on Ness’ finger and looks up at her with great surprise
Stacey: NESS???? You’re engaged???
Smithy and Gavin look at each other and give each other a big hug while Stacey is jumping with excitement.
Stacey: AND WE’RE PREGNANT!
Everyone begins to cheer with excitement and hug and kiss, they begin to banter about future plans about the baby and the wedding. Nessa interrupts..
Ness: OY! Whats occurin??? Im starving!
Smithy: That’s why I love her!
They all laugh and the waiter comes over to take their order, everyone is happy and smiling and discussing their future plans.
Drinks arrive and they all raise their glass, make a joke about Stacey’s drink being virgin cocktail and cheer. Smithy raises his glass
Smithy: to love
Ness raises her glass
Ness: to family
Gavin raises his glass
Gavin : my balls work!
Stacey: to miracles!
Everyone laughs and carries on with chatting, scene fades out.

Waking Beauty

Every morning awoke to your overlooking grin

Sincere, genuine, affection and love your eyes possessed

As your hand swept the hair off my cheek and slid down across my chin

My awaking eyes met yours, a moment I truly felt blessed

My soul mate, my lover my very best friend

Wet my lips; graze my skin, your touch, my body quivers

I vow I promise I declare myself and my heart till the end

A love so strong, so solid, body constantly in shivers

Peering through the glass, losing hope of seeing you again

Walking away, looking over, tears hitting the floor

I knew in my heart us and our love would always remain

Awaiting return, even family, oh how adore

hurt still                                                                                lingers

essence officially                                                              closed

bare                                                                                       fingers

sealed signed delivered , sincerely heart enclosed.

PLUNDERVERSE "PHENOMENAL WOMAN"

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

 MY PLUNDERVERSE :)

Pretty women                 secret lies.
not     cute    built to suit
But                 tell them,
               telling lies.
  say
            reach

            my hips
               step
            my lips
      woman

Phenomenal
       me

  walk in     room
        cool        please
       a man

Fall      on       knees
          swarm        me
                         bees

         fire       eyes
      flash       teeth
    swing       waist
         
      woman

Phenomenal
       me.

Men                 wonder
     they see
     try
         can't touch
         mystery
              show
              still can't see.

           arch       back
              smile,
               breasts
    grace       style
      woman


Phenomenal
       me.

        understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
 don   shout    jump
           talk real loud
                passing
                     proud.
  say
            click       heels
The             hair
the            hand
The need
       I'm   woman

Phenomenal  
       me.

Single Solitaire

I am rewriting Dorothy Parkers "One Perfect Rose"

One single band, diamond solitaire lay on my finger

As your knee gracefully meets the floor,

One single moment that seemed to forever linger

Foreseeing our future our vows we did swore

I see that moment, that confident look in your eyes

That forever smile on your face, seeing us husband and wife

True love solitaire; represent and symbolize

Everything dead and unliving at this moment suddenly comes to life

But wait! Violins cease, sleeping beauty wakes and uncrown thee prince charming

No sky banner? No white horse? No big gesture? Not like it mattered

It’s me Cinderella I can put on my own shoe, I know! So alarming!

Just like a mirror, just like glass, I see through it, easily shattered

I chose to do this poem because I, myself, am very cynical and do not care or over analyze "romantic gestures" from the opposite sex. I believe a flower is just a flower, a ring just a ring, etc. I tried to make my poem the same tone in the first two stanzas as in the "One Perfect Rose" and then showing my true feelings on the situation in the last stanza. I feel the ulitmate tone, like Dorothy Parkers poem, is cynical and bitter with a bit of humor. I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed Parkers poem:)

Comfortably Numb

"Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd is created within eleven stanzas, starting with the one word line, "Hello". The songs lines are short in the first three stanzas and then get longer in the next two stanzas. As you continue through the lyrics you see that the stanzas switch from short lines to long lines back to short. There is no particular format to the rhyme scheme of this song, but is consistent.
What is literally happening in this poem is the conversation between two people, the doctor and one of the members of the band which is evident through the stanza that reads:
"Relax
I need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?"
While the doctor is giving the member medicine, he reminisces about the same feeling he had as a child, the feeling of being comfortably numb, being the same feeling as a child just another experience.
There are various types of figurative language used in this song. Onomatopoeia is used in the line “There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah!” imitating the sound of screaming. The use of repetition, “I…have become comfortably numb” shows the extent of the poet’s feelings at the time.  This song uses a great deal of similes and metaphors, “My hands just felt like two balloons”, and “I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye”, being two examples. Symbolism being another piece of figurative language used, a conversation happening between two people, symbolizing the struggle between childhood and adulthood, innocence and naïve versus experienced and immune adulthood. Not knowing where and what point of his life that everything changed, hope he coped and how he dealt with the struggles because they always existed, but the moment that how he dealt with it changed. Referencing the ship smoking in the horizon is an example of the use of imagery. “Just a little pin prick”, being the image of a needle and symbolizing “the cure” for ones “sickness” which symbolizes ones pain.  The entire song is a form of imagery and symbolism, we picture a very sick man being medicated by a doctor and having the conversation with each other, as well as the flashbacks to childhood, when really the entire song symbolizes childhood to adulthood, and how we become numb to life’s miseries and heartache, our innocence is lost and cynicism and numbness is found.
One's first reaction to interpretation to this song would be drug use, specifically heroin. Personally, I do not believe this to be true. This song is about feeling and emotion and the initial pain we feel as a child that grows to be a more emotional pain throughout life’s constant struggles and overcoming those obstacles by becoming immune to the pain life brings on, becoming comfortably numb, meaning without feeling and accepting that. Making reference to the line "your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying" meaning the world continues to grow round, the people of the world continue to talk and go about their lives, but after years of life’s pains and struggles and the worlds bullshit, you become immune and cynical. People automatically become detached, a defense mechanism that helps them cope, withdrawing emotionally, mentally and physically and maintaining the constant need for numbness, to not feel or react to life’s turmoil.


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A Sonnet For You - "Mind Ever Burning"

A vision, a beauty, the light of my life

Remembering that day on the beach when our eyes first met

Dreams of our hearts dedicated, as my husband and your wife

As that first day in the sand under a fine sunset

The naïve, the impatient, returns little girl

Independence grows slow with each passing day

Round and round my life in awhirl

Never thinking that you’d be the one to go astray

I let you in completely; you broke down my guard,

Let my world fall out, lying gently at your feet

Letting go and departing, leaving me scarred

Broken promises, empty hands, in definition bittersweet

Actions speak louder than words, I am what I am no regrets, no misgivings

A journey, I still love you always will and always forgiving

 I started this poem with the thrid stanza and went from there, the form of this sonnet definitly impacted the content of the poem itself. Once I started and I knew what I wanted to write my sonnet about I had to reflect back which created the first two stanzas of the poem. As I told my story through the words in the poem my feeling of confusion and being lost was found at the very end lines by saying I discovered myself and that he will always be apart of me, no regrets and always forgiving, meaning after everything that has happened it has made me who I am today and I will always hold a place in my heart for him and for us.

Not So Cool Clique

"We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks -CRITICAL

After reading this poem several times I felt the need to look in the back of the book at the biographical notes on the author and it did not surprise me in the least. Gwendolyn was an African-American who lived the "ghetto life".
When first reading this poem I interpreted it to mean pure rebel behavior. The confidence and swagger that only the "cool" kids possess. From reading the poem you see the lifestyle that she and her crowd was leading, dropping out of school, out all night,screaming profanities, drinking, basically living like there would be no consequences.
Theres a real sense of irony in this poem, she refers to her and her friends as "cool" but in actual fact she is telling us how "uncool" they really were. Referencing the "golden shovel" and at the end of the poem saying "die soon" basically explaining that no good has or will come of that lifestyle, what she felt was cool at the time brings on a darker more unfufilling future.
The style of the poem is short. and jagged, almost like she was speaking and writing this drunk. There is pauses in sentences that show hesitation and though process, which is delayed when you are intoxicated. She also starts off the poem saying how cool her and her friends were and ends saying die soon, I see her being intoxicated and saying this and almost hearing how foolish she sounds, the idea of her and her clique changed very quickly, she's embaressed.

The form in the poem "landscape:1" is quite similiar in the fact that there is no complete sentences, there is no flow to the poem, smooth being the complete opposite and both being very awkward in appearance as well as style. But with that being said they are both very appealing for those very reasons as well, being both haiku poems, they are very appealing to the eye as well as for interpretation. Both being very short and also holding such powerful messages.

Cynacism At Its FInest

1. Write a brief paragraph (about 4-6 sentences) explaining which of the approaches McMahan mentions is the most appealing to you.

I know I had said earlier in class that the most appealing critical approach in reading literature was deconstrustion because it can go beyond the words in the poem and mean something completly different, because I am such an over analytical person but reading over my notes again I think that the gender focus approach is most appealing to me. I say this because most pieces of writing are based on feeling, primary feelings being happy and sad and the primary focus being the relationships between people, whether is be a partner, family,friends, mostly being from the opposite sex who can make you happy or sad, which then inspires one to write.

2. Put your favourite approach into practice in one brief paragraph analysing any of the poems in our text.

The poem I chose was was "One Perfect Rose" by Dorothy Parker on page 357. When first reading the poem you believe it to be romantic and that she was overwhelmed by the thought and love put into this one "gesture", this one "perfect" rose, but as you read on into the second stanza you begin to sense her sarcasm and bitter tone. She has seen it and heard it all before, her cynacism beams. As you read into the third stanza her sarcastic comment of the "unrealistic larger gesture" that she knows she will never recieve shows that it will take a lot more to win over her heart. She has obviously been hurt before and she feels that she is unappreciated, she will be a challange and no one has yet to take part and live up to the expectations.