tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5107133306136017122024-03-13T06:57:18.229-07:00Moe's Creative WritingEmily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-61242112964296172472011-04-08T06:39:00.001-07:002011-04-08T06:39:39.213-07:00Final Paper<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Audience Member </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I heard the annoying sound of my alarm waking me up once again and I rolled over and turned it off. As I woke up I noticed that I had left my TV on yet again and ironically the same music video that was playing yesterday was playing once again. I climbed out of bed and began my ever so consistent morning routine however, this morning felt different than any other. For some reason I felt like I had been doing this exact thing before but I wasn’t surprised that I felt this way knowing that I do the same thing every morning as I get ready. I noticed as I walked up my stairs to get ready that my mom wasn’t up yet, so like yesterday I went and woke her up. It seemed strange that she overslept two days in a row but I really didn’t think much of it. As I woke her up she said the exact same thing that she had said the day before but I ignored the repeated phrase. As I went down to get dressed I saw that I had laid out my clothes the night before and I realized they were the same clothes I thought I had worn just the day before. I remembered that I was wearing a new shirt that I hadn’t worn yet so if I had worn it yesterday the tag would no longer be on it. The tag was still on my brand new shirt and I could still smell the fresh laundry detergent coming from my just washed jeans. I could quite explain what was going on but I did my best to ignore all the strange things that were going on. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As school began I went about my day like I always had but today I knew exactly how everything was going to turn out before it ever happened. Yesterday I remembered as I walked up the stairs to one of my classes I tripped and feel in front of a whole group of people and it happened once again today. I couldn’t believe my luck, tripping up the stairs two days in a row but when I asked the person that I was walking with if I had done this exact same thing she explained that yesterday we didn’t even go up the stairs and looked at me like I was crazy. The weird events of the day didn’t stop there. In one of my favorite classes, my teacher announced that she was going to retire and it was going to be her last year and I knew that I had heard this exact thing come from this exact person in an identical way. I also took note that not only was I wearing the same clothes that I seemed to be wearing yesterday, everyone else had been wearing the same clothes they had been wearing the day before. I wasn’t sure what was going on and decided that last night I had had a very vivid dream about what was going to be happening the next day. This was unlike anything that I had ever experienced before but I tried to ignore the feeling of shock and confusion as I went about the rest of my day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At lunch my friends and I were talking about the same topics that I had already talked about and we were once again laughing at the same jokes that were being said as we ate our lunches. Much like the beginning of my day, my final two classes were exactly the same as I had remembered them from the day before but went about them as if it were just another normal uneventful Friday. As the final bell rang I could not wait to go home and take a nap, hoping to shake off this weird feeling and have enough energy to enjoy my Friday night. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As I arrived home, I noticed that my mom was home again early and I was quite happy to see her. I was hoping that I had just dreamed about what was going to happen at school and that my night would be like any normal night where I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen but as my mom greeted me I was once again engulfed by my strange and unexplainable reality. My mom and I sat down and talked about how my day was and I told her everything that had happened that day leaving out the part where I had been able to predict everything that was going to happen and the feeling that I had already lived this day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She asked me what I was going to do tonight, and I needed to act as if I had no idea even though I knew exactly what was going to happen where I would be going and who I would be with. I told my mom that I had a long day and needed a nap and as I walked down stairs she told me how proud she was to have a daughter like me and I told her how much I loved her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After spending a good hour on my couch unable to fall asleep I felt my phone vibrate. As I opened the message I knew what it was going to say and I replied once again with the same response. My friends asked me to go to a party with them and I could refuse going out and possibly having the opportunity to forget about all that was going on today. I ran upstairs to tell my mom what I would be doing tonight and I found that she was out running errands. I quickly called her and told her my plans and hung up the phone to go and get ready. It wasn’t really my thing to go out and go to parties with a lot of people but I felt like it would be a nice change of pace and a good distraction. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As I was running out the door in my dress and heels I quickly hugged my dad and told him where I was going and that I would be home later. A while before the party my friends and I were at someone’s house getting ready discussing all that could possibly happen tonight and I did more listening than talking. I knew my friends wouldn’t really understand what was going on and I didn’t want to try and explain something to them that I didn’t quite understand so I sat smiling adding a comment here and there. After what seemed like hours of getting ready and talking about the night, we were finally on our way to the party. As we approached the house there were what seemed to be hundreds of cars lining the drive way and the neighborhood causing all of us to feel a sense of anxiousness and squeal in excitement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had felt the same way the night before and I really wasn’t expecting this party to be any different than I had remembered it from the day before. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We walked into the already packed house and were hit by the incredibly loud noise that was surrounding the place. It was hard to walk anywhere because people were everywhere you turned. It was nice to be around all of my friends and people that just wanted to have a good time but the stimulation seemed to be more overwhelming than I had remembered. As the night progressed the party somehow increased in size and the noise was unlike anything I had ever heard. For a while the thoughts of the day felt my mind and I let everything happen as it was supposed to and didn’t think about it more than should have. The longer I was at the party the more I started to notice that I was unable to remember the memories as clearly as I had been. The more people I met the more unfamiliar they became and I almost felt relieved that this strange feeling was finally fading away. As the night neared its end I knew that this strange dream like state that I had gone through the whole day with was gone and I was able to enjoy life as it came to me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Like most parties there was alcohol being consumed but my friends and I weren’t those under the influence. We got into our car and started to drive away. We turned the music up and rolled down the windows allowing the breeze to flow freely through the car. I heard a loud noise come from the back seat and I quickly turned around in the passenger seat to see what was going on. The last thing I remember was seeing the brightest light coming straight towards us and soon all was silent. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As the crowd seemed to gather I noticed that I was just standing off to the side of road watching all that was going on around me. I saw my friends being wheeled in the ambulances and the driver of the other car being pulled out of the now upside down car. It wasn’t until I saw a familiar body being hauled into the back of the ambulance that I realized I was not ok and I was watching everything that was going on outside of my body. I peeked into the back of the rescue vehicle that held my limp body and heard the paramedics announce my time of death. The words sounded as if they were said in different language and it was then that all of the puzzle pieces seemed to fall into place. This whole day was not a vivid dream that I was remembering from the night before, it was my reality and I was just an audience member watching the last day of my life being played out all over again. </span></div>Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-27857118495211447452011-04-07T06:41:00.000-07:002011-04-07T06:41:48.341-07:00JournalI was pleastanly surpirsed with how much I enjoyed this class. I have to say that I enjoyed the poetry unit much more than the short story unit. I thought that by allowing us to write a bunch of different poems was a good way to allow us to explore language in a different way and express ourselves through our writing. Before this class I didnt really appreciate the art of poetry but now I really miss having to write a poem everyday. I also really enjoyed the lyrics assignment. It was a good way to be introduced to new music and music of all different types it was also a very good way to see the things that we had been learning being used in something that most of us cant go a day without. I would have to say that before this class I never really thought that I was a very good writer, but after writing everyday and exploring different avenues of writing I feel that I was able to find something that I enjoyed writing and that I was proud to show off. <br />
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Somethings that I didnt really like about this class were having to write short stories because personally I dont have enough creativity to create a good concrete short story. I also didnt like that we had to write a science fiction story because I dont know much about science fiction and I didnt feel like I was in my most comfortable subject of writing. Another thing that I might change for later calsses would be that you should have more daily journals where people can chose what they want to write. Yes it is nice have topics to write about when I feel like I cant think of anything creavtive but it is nice to have some time to wirte about things that are going on in our lives and having the chance to express or feelings in the safety of our blogs. I would have also liked if maybe you would have made people share their writing because after reading my neighbors journals and poems I think everyone in the class would love to hear it as well asd see what other people are doing during their writing time.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-40161915669837721842011-04-06T06:37:00.000-07:002011-04-06T06:37:15.489-07:00JournalI cant really think of a time that I have had a really terrible experience at a restaurant but I dont think that I will ever be able to eat at Friday's ever again. I remember it like it was yesterday. My family and I were in Florida and we stopped at the restaurant to get something to eat and it had been the frist time in a long time that I had eaten there. I remembered that I ordered a Burger and I enjoyed it at the time. Everything seemed to be fine but when I got back to the hotel I started to feel really sick. I wasnt sure what it was that was causing this terrible shomach ache but I quickly jumped to a conclusion as I was leaning over the toilet. I cant be exactly sure if it was the food that had made me sick but I couldnt really think of anything else that could have possibly made me this sick. I was throwing up all night and in the small enclosed hotel room all of my family members were feeling just as bad as I was. In morning I was once again ok and able to keep food down but from then on I will never be able to go back to that restaurant and enjoy the food with out worry.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-54341004586680071392011-04-05T06:40:00.000-07:002011-04-05T06:40:37.010-07:00JournalAnd today is the day that I had been working so hard for. Having my own restaurant has always been a dream of mine and I couldnt actually believe that it was coming true. My friend and I had been working on this concept for quite sometime and worked harder on this than we ever had before. Our restaurant isnt much different when it comes to the menu we have pretty much anything you could ask for from itilian to mexican to of course american but our pride and joy lays in the one of a kind chicken fingers that we produce at our restaurant. We wanted to please every pallet from the gourmet lovers to the pickest of all eaters and our menu seems to fulfilll those needs. Our location is really what sets us apart from most restaurants. In the front we have the normal family looking restaurant with the whole laid back and california feel and in the back we have an open ocean veiw that is breath taking. The restaurant is really centered around the open back part of the building and that it what attracts most of our clients. On a nice sunny day it couldnt get better than to enjoy one of your favorite meals while watching the waves crash onto the sand and feel the nice breeze coming off the water. This restaurant truned out better than I could have ever expected it to and I am so very proud of what I created.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-7315225319622184442011-04-04T06:39:00.000-07:002011-04-04T06:39:23.671-07:00JournalHe always knew that something was quite right about this house. He constantly heard noises and felt that someone was always there with him. No one had ever believed him when he tired to explain what was going on and as time passed he started to believe that he was going crazy. One night when a giant storm hit this tiny town was the night he knew that something was in the house with him. As he sat watching the weather channel he started to hear a faint voice that sounds like a young child laughing. He couldnt tell if he was just distracted by the loud booming thunder of if he was just imagining things but as time passed the noise was getting louder and louder. Every once and a while the voice seemed to be calling his name and as he sat on his chair he could feel his heart beginning to race and his plams getting sweaty. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something moving and quickly turned his head to see what it was. Of course when he looked over there was nothing to be seen and he slowly truned he attenetion back on to the tv. He sensed that something was watching him and he knew that he was going to catch whatever was living in his house with him. He again saw something out of the corner of his eye but he sat completly still. The thing was no longer off to the side of him and he saw the rug under his feet quickly move up and down as if something was carwling underneath him. After a few moments of watching the thing that was crawling under the rug he slowly got up and grabbed his chair. With chair in hand, he was ready to get whatever it was that was living and haunting him. As the creature moved closer and closer the more ready he became. When it was right under his feet he knew it was now of never and swung the chair down as hard as he could.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-20396769101951301402011-04-01T06:56:00.000-07:002011-04-01T06:56:09.701-07:00Science Fiction Story<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>The Dream</strong> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I started to open my eyes, I was blinded by a bright light that seemed to be shining directly at me. I wasn’t sure where I was or what was happening as I tried to walk out of my little personal tube that I had evidently been in for quite some time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I looked around I noticed that this place looked fairly familiar but the technology that was being used around the room was something that I had not seen before. I was told by an older looking woman in a lab coat that I needed to give myself a little time to recover and gather my bearings before I went out on my own to explore this new world. I wasn’t really sure what the woman meant when she said I could go out and explore this new world so I kindly asked her for an explanation of what was going on. She explained to me that I had just been woken up from being frozen for 100 years and I couldn’t really believe what I was hearing. After having some time to think about what was going on, and I guess collect my bearings, I was set free to start living in the world that I had apparently last seen 100 years ago. I was expecting to see everything look completely different and look like I was from another planet but I was pleasantly surprised to see what the world was like.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I stepped out onto the ground that looked as familiar as ever and could not believe how similar the world still appeared to be. The buildings were just as tall maybe a little taller and the ground was just as dull and dirty as ever. The sidewalks and the streets were still crowded with people and I had to quickly move out of the way to avoid being run over by the fast-paced pedestrians. All I could do was sit back and take in all that was going on around me. As I watched person after person move quickly past me I once again noticed the new and different technology that was being used. The phones that I was familiar with had only just begun to have the means to video chat, but here in this new world you no longer just heard the voice of the person you were talking to; a virtual image of them would pop right out of your screen. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was like the movie that I had seen before being frozen called wall-e where you never really had to be with the person to talk to them face to face because technology could do it for you. I wasn’t quite sure what to think of this crazy and unfamiliar thing that I had just seen but I just couldn’t take my eyes off of it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Although, the world that I was living in looked, smelled, and felt the same as it had before I was frozen. I couldn’t have felt like more of an outsider. After the initial excitement and enjoyment of seeing the world again I remembered that I do not know anyone in this new world and I didn’t have anyone that I could turn to and talk. I felt my pockets to try and find something that was familiar from the world I had once lived in, and felt my iPod and cell phone. I knew that my phone really wouldn’t be much use in this new place and I didn’t have anyone to talk to so I pulled out my iPod instead, and turned to the thing that I knew would always be there for me no matter what; music. I crossed my fingers hoping that this now ancient iPod would turn on and to my surprise it did. I felt a wave of relief and I was once again submerged in something that was comforting and familiar. As I was walking down the street it was almost impossible not to smile and dance around when listening to my coveted music but I didn’t want to act like as much of an outsider as I felt. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I let the music fade into the background, I took in all that was around me and tried to study the new ways of this world. As I continued to walk along, I clutched the tiny piece of paper that contained the address of my new home. I couldn’t help but notice how much my mouth was watering every time I passed a fast food restaurant, or really any restaurant for that matter. Despite my better judgment, I gave into my nagging hunger and entered into a cute little diner on the corner. Again I was taken aback by the technology that was being used in this new place. At this diner they didn’t have any waiters come up to your table and take your order, you would type it into the computer screen and a robot type machine would bring your food out for you. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I sat there and enjoyed my food that really didn’t taste as good as I remembered it to, I couldn’t help but think about how much I missed my old way of life. I quietly sat eating my food listening to my music when I saw out of the corner of my eye someone approaching my table. At first I expected it to be the waiter checking up on how I was doing and if my meal tasted ok, but I soon remembered that waiters didn’t exist in this new life or at least at this diner. I tightly clutched my iPod and just waited for the stranger to pass by my table however, the person stopped right next to my seat and just stared down at me. Although I was getting an uneasy feeling from this strange person, there was something about his stare that made it impossible to avoid looking up. As I slowly moved my eyes up to meet this mysterious person’s gaze, I noted that this person was a boy and he looked like he was in fairly good shape. When our eyes finally met, I realized why I could not resist his gaze. His eyes were the prettiest green that I have ever seen and I had to blink a few times to make sure that I was seeing correctly. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“May I sit with you?” The boy asked </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I could not hear what he had said and I quickly took my ear buds out and asked him to repeat what he had just said. He once again asked if he could join me and I swiftly replied yes. In the life I had been living before my freezing, it was not like me to welcome strangers to come and join me while I ate alone but I couldn’t resist those piercing eyes. I quickly wrapped up my headphones and put my iPod back into the safety of my pocket. As I finished this quick little task I noticed that the boy was staring at me with wonder in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I had something on my face or if I really looked like that much of an outsider. After a few awkward and silent moments I was able to ask what he was staring at. It took him a few moments to respond but the boy asked me<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What was that thing?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It took me a few minutes to understand what he was asking and I simply replied that it was my iPod assuming that he knew exactly what it was. By the look on his face, that simple explanation was not enough for him to understand. I went into further explanation as to what it was used for and he just started to laugh. I then learned that in this new place to listen to music, all you had to do was put a small chip into your ear and tell the device what you wanted to listen to and it would be right there playing in your ear. We sat there for what seemed like only a few minutes but once I looked down at the time I saw that we had been there for hours. He had told me all about what life is like in this place that is new and unfamiliar to me and I told him that the life I had known was much different than the life I had woken up in. I told him that I needed to go off and continue the search for my new home but that we would meet again. As I walked away I was starting to feel that life wouldn’t be that bad in this new world. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I walked and walked until I finally found my new home and I couldn’t wait to just lie down and think about all that had happened to me today. When I opened the door I was pleasantly surprised to see that this little apartment was just like one that had been in the world I used to live in. I feel asleep right when my head hit the pillow. The next few days past and I wasn’t quite ready to venture out on my own so I stayed in my apartment and attempted to figured out all new technologies that had caused me problems. Life seemed to be going quite well and I was getting the hang of all the new things this world had to offer but I soon realized that I once again missed the life I had been living and all of those that were in it. I had met a new friend and we got along quite well but it was nothing compared to my love for my friends and family that I had before I was frozen. I also realized that I couldn’t really remember the time that I was actually frozen. I seemed to remember all the time that was leading up to it but I couldn’t quite recall the exact time that I had climbed into that tiny tube of mine and was frozen for 100 years. As I sat and thought more and more about it I realized that I couldn’t quite remember ever agreeing to being frozen, nor did I remember waking up 100 years later. With that thought now planted into my mind I couldn’t think of anything else. I tried my hardest to bring back the memories form when I had been frozen but nothing seemed to come to mind. It was as if someone had forced me into the tube without my consent and made sure that I didn’t remember. After days passed where I didn’t leave my house I figured that all the time spent cooped up in one little area was causing my mind to wander off to crazy places and I needed some fresh air. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I gathered my iPod and the money that they had left for me and I set out to go get some things that I needed for my cozy little apartment. Right as I stepped out of the building I was greeted by the mysterious man that I had spent hours talking to just a few days ago. Again like the first time we met I was given an uneasy feeling. However, I ignored it and just told myself that his company and the fresh air will help clear my mind from the crazy things that I had been thinking of earlier. He asked what I was up to and I told him that I was out running a few errands and once again asked if he could join me. I was longing for someone to talk to, so again I quickly replied yes and we were off. As I looked into his eyes today I saw something that I had not seen the other day in the diner. Although they were the prettiest green I had ever seen there was something deep inside of them that made me believe something was lurking behind his nice and friendly façade. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After we had walked for a while and stopped at a few super markets we sat to grab something to eat. We continued our conversation but today it did not seem the same as is had a few days ago. He noticed that something had been bothering me and he asked what I was thinking about. I told him that I didn’t think that I willingly chose to be frozen for 100 years and this comment seemed to make him quite uncomfortable. I continued to talk about what I had been thinking about for the past few days and I noticed that the more I talked about it the more fidgety and uncomfortable he became. I knew that something wasn’t quite right about this mysterious man that I had met and I was now starting to find out why. I asked him over and over to tell me how crazy that sounded and he would tell me that it was a little crazy but never really sounded like he believed the words that were coming out of his mouth. After awhile I told him that I needed to be headed home. He offered to walk me home but I could tell that he really didn’t want to. When I noticed this I knew that I had to take up his offer and allow him to walk me home so I could continue discovering the secrets he had been hiding. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As we approached my building I told him that I had a wonderful time and enjoyed talking to him again however, he was not as animated as I was. Before I walked up into the building I asked how he knew that this was my building earlier today and he quietly and timidly said that it was just a lucky guess. I knew that this was not the truth but I accepted it and went on my way. That night as I sat in my apartment I started to feel like I was figuring out what had happened to me the night I was frozen. I knew that I needed to spend as much time as possible with this man that I still didn’t know the name of and crack the shell that held the secrets of that night. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The next day I again met up with him and we continued to talk like nothing had ever happened. I sensed that he was much more aware of what he was going to say and the information that he was going to reveal and I knew that I had to just work that much harder to get it out of him. As we walked down the street I felt that someone was closely following us and every time I turned around to check, I saw that no one was even pay attention to us. I noticed that he was once again wearing the chip that played any song that you wanted to listen to and I asked him if I could try it out. He immediately and forcefully said no then calmly explained that it is personalized to fit only in one person’s ear and it would not work if I tried it. I didn’t believe a single word that he said but I played it off like it was the most truthful thing I had ever heard. As the day passed I watched everything the man did very closely and he continually made this hand movement that looked like he was telling someone to back off or to stay back. I asked him what he was doing and this is what finally cracked the once strong man. He sat me down and explained that the night I was frozen I was taken and forced into the tube full of gas and ice that would freeze me for 100 years and make sure that I wouldn’t remember a thing from it. The gas was supposed to make it seem like it was something I had chosen to do and that it was the best decision I had ever made but it wasn’t quite strong enough to have the same effects on me. Soon after his confession a group of men surrounded the two of us and before I knew it the man was gone. I was taken back to the lab and was shown all that I had gone through. I could not believe everything that had happened to me and I felt like such a fool for being so easily tricked into something like this. I told them that they needed to send me back as soon as possible and they explained to me that that was not an option. I was to live in this new and cruel world for the rest of my time and I could not believe what I was hearing. All I was able to do was to fall onto the floor and cry. I couldn’t imagine living in a place that I had forcefully been thrown into and I could not seem to stop the tears from flowing. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I soon felt hands shaking me and telling me to get up but I wasn’t going to do what they were telling me to do. The hands continued to fight me until they won and turned me over. I was again blinded by a bright light and I was soon looking up at a face that seemed quite familiar. When I heard the persons voice I knew that I was no longer in the place I had once been and when my vision cleared I looked around and realized that I was in my room and had just been woken up from the worst dream I had ever experienced. My mom asked what I had been dreaming about and I simply told her that it was not a dream that I wanted to become reality. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div>Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-79956706187548336132011-04-01T06:37:00.000-07:002011-04-01T06:37:11.024-07:00JournalBehind her the noise escalated as her back was turned towards the crowd. She anxiously waited for the music to begin and for her first real show to begin. She listened to the crowd chat her name and she could nto believe that she was actually here. It had always been her dream to preform infront of thousands of people and inspire all who listen to here and she was now being given that chance. All this time spent and hard work spend working up to this moment was totally worth it. The longer she waited the tighter she cluthed the microphone. The music began and the stage lit up. She had never felt this nervous but she had also never felt this much of a rush. As the first few words left her mouth the nerves started to subside. She felt like she has been doing this for years and could not imagine doing anything other than this. She loved the way the crowd sang along with her knowing every single lyric to every single song and the way it sounded when she heard the people chating her name. This feeling was like no other and she couldnt wait to experience it again. Her life in the spot light had just began and she could not wait to see what else was in store.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-87781334838610916882011-03-30T06:39:00.000-07:002011-03-30T06:39:02.452-07:00JournalThe clock winked as if it was saying hello. I was sitting in class and was desperate to do anything other than listen to what the teacher was babbling on and on about. I knew that my mind was more than likely playing tricks on me and just giving something to think about in my time of desperation, but now I could not take my eyes off the clock. I figured that if I continued to look at the clock and not pretend that I was paying attenetion people would start to notice but I couldnt turn my eyes away from it. The teacher soon noticed that I was no longer concentrating on what was being said and questioned me on what she had just been talking about. Without even thinking I blurted out that the clock had winked at me and the class soon broke out into hysterical laughter. I could feel my face was truning redder by the second and couldnt believe I had let my imagination become such a distraction. I always knew that looking at the clock as an escape from calss never really turned out well but now I had proof.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-24217590366438893802011-03-29T06:40:00.000-07:002011-03-29T06:40:48.401-07:00JournalI feel like everytime get home form a trip I say it was the best trip that I have ever been on, but this time I can truly say that it was the best trip I have ever had. My parents wanted to make sure that my senior spring break was one to rememeber and I dont think that I will ever forget this one. Last week I went to Mexico with my parents 5 of my best friends and 2 other parents. We stayed in Puerto Vallarta and spent the days on the the beach, by the pool or going on adventures that we had never experienced before. The one experience that I dont think I will forget is the zip line. We went up into the mountains and rode a series of 14 lines bringing us all the way to the top and back down again. Not only was it amazing to be flying over the river hundreds of feet in the air, the people working there made the experience unlike any other. I could tell that they loved what they were doing and just knowing that made everything so much more enjoyable. I dont think that I will forget the people that we met on the trip either. We stayed at a smaller resort giving us the chance to get to know other guests as well as the staff on a more personal level. I dont think I could count the number of people who said they were going to miss us when we were gone and how much they appreciated the fun and excitement we brought to the resort. I had never been to Mexico before last week and I cant wait to go back. the whole trip was more than I expected it to be and it is hard to put into words how much fun I had and how much I will miss everything that we did. The week couldnt have been more perfect. I was in a warm beautifull place with the people I love the most and doing things that I have never done before. While one may just see this trip as just another sprig break trip, I think of it as much more and I will never forget the good times I had in Mexcio.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-10042773949324996992011-03-28T06:39:00.000-07:002011-03-28T06:39:12.308-07:00JournalI guess its that time of the week when I am thrown into the dishwaser to be drenched in water and heated up to the most extreme temps. As I sit right next to my fellow silverwear friends I just wait for the cycle to begin. At first it is nice to feel the warm water running over me and the steam and mist cleaning me off but after a few minutes it gets a little hot. The temperature contiues to rise and cause me and my companions to become hot hot hot. I remember the first time I experienced this and how cool I thought it was but after about 10 washes I cnat even stand the sight of this monster.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-58002525561004129462011-03-17T06:40:00.000-07:002011-03-17T06:40:36.110-07:00JournalI once dreamed that I bought my prom dress and after I got it altered it was ruined. When I went back to the tailor I was expecting to see the same beautiful dress that I have bought just a few short weeks ago, but once I opened up the bag it looked completely different. I needed to get the dress shortened but they tailor went a little crazy and cut off way to much fabric. She also decided that she should change what the whole bottom of the dress would look like. She added small bits of tool making it look like a pagent dress that looked extremely uncomfortable. I tried on the dress anyway to see if it would look different on my body than on the hanger and it did but i hated it just as much. I treid to explain to the tailor that this was not what I asked for and I was not going to pay for this but she didnt want to hear it. It actually seemed like no one wanted to listen to me and didnt care that I came in with a compeletly different dress than the one that was now on my body. my mom and brought me shoes to try on with the dress but it didnt make it look any better. I was so upset that this was happening and I knew that no matter how much I hated it my mom wasnt going to get me a new dress. I was so excited to go to prom for the first time but it was not turning out to be as fun as it seemed.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-88558155048120532602011-03-16T07:00:00.000-07:002011-03-16T07:00:22.793-07:00Science Fiction Story<strong>Setting- </strong>New York city. Once a city of every type of person, place and thing is now a place where everything looks exactly the same. 100 years from now. <br />
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<strong>Plot-</strong> First I will be waking up from being frozed for 100 years. I will go out in the world now to see that it is completely different from what I had know before. It takes me awhile to understand what has happened because no one really wants to talk about it or they dont know any different. I try and tell everyone that I meet that life does not have to be this way and believe it or not it wasnt always like this and if they want a change they can make it happen. <br />
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<strong>Conflict-</strong> Internal conflict with myself trying to figure out what is going on and how I am going to live in an envoirnment like this. External conflict with me and society. <br />
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<strong>Character-</strong> I will be the main character and I will meet people along the way someone from this time that doesnt know any different and someone that is old and knows what the world was like before.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-34299699648330251612011-03-16T06:38:00.000-07:002011-03-16T06:38:54.719-07:00JournalI wish someone had told me at an earlier age not to put all my eggs in one basket. Growing up I was the type of person to have one really close best friend and occastionally talk to others but mostly just hang out with one person. I never thought that it would cause so many problems and I never knew that it would have such a great impact on my life and future freindships. Throughout middle school I hung out with one girl and didnt ever hang out with anyone else. We didnt really spend any weekends apart and I closed off myself to everyone else. I thought that I could trust her with everything and we would be friends forever but the young girl that I first met was not the same girl I was friends with towards the end of our friendship. She never thought she did anything wrong and I was always putting more into the friendship than she was. I knew that it wasnt fair for me and the relationship was not healthy but I couldnt stand the thought of losing the person that I thought I was the closest to. As my parents watched the friendship unfold they finally told me that I should not just close myself off to just one person and not to put all my eggs in one basket but for me that really didnt mean much. It wasnt until I found out that she did something behind my back that no supposed bestfriend would do, that I realized that my parents were right all along. Although going through all of that was not very easy I have learned from my mistakes and I will always follow the advice of not putting all my eggs in one basket.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-21475385815912000602011-03-15T07:13:00.000-07:002011-03-15T07:13:00.342-07:00Science Fiction StoryIn my science fiction story I am going to write how society has destroyed itself. I am going to write about how we all have lost our sense of identity and we no longer communicate face to face. The government has driven all of its citizens against them and everyone is fighting for the ultimate power. Talk about how I have to now get used to the way of life as it is now (in 100 years) and write about how the adjustment is something I have never experienced. society has caused the world to fall apart and it wont ever be the same.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-4394123740817187262011-03-15T06:37:00.000-07:002011-03-15T06:37:11.222-07:00JournalAnd as I sat at the new coffee shop I had just discovered I didnt think that I could feel more out of place. I was new to this town and ever since I had gotten here I felt as though I did not belong. I was from a small down and this is the first time that I have been in a city this size and now I am living here. I am used to the clam and slow moving way of life out in the country and I havent quite adjusted to the fast paced and never ending speed of city life. As I walked around this new town I felt that everyone was just looking at me knowing that this was not in a place where I feel comfortable. As I sat at this coffee shop, I felt for the first time since being here that I was not being watched or judged for my lack of knowledge of this part of town. However, I was once again going to feel like the outsider I was. Apparently seeing someone drive down the road in a car that looks like a shoe is normal here but I have never seen anything like it. As the man and his car passed everyone on the street they didnt seem to notice the crazy sight, however I couldnt take my eyes off of it. In this town I have seen things that I never thought I would and I wasnt quite sure that I could get used to this.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-65882131384989502692011-03-14T06:40:00.000-07:002011-03-14T06:40:14.130-07:00Journal My Journey on a Pirate ShipAs I opened my eyes I felt a cool breeze and mist coming off the water and I wasnt quite sure where I was. It took me awhile to wake up and realize that I was aboard a pirate ship. I looked around dazed, confused and no quite sure how I had gotten here. I wandered around the boat and noticed that I had not been taken hostage aboard and ship of dirty mean pirates but I was on a ship where my friends family and I were all pirates. I didnt really understand what was going on and as I asked my mom what we were doing out here, she looked at me as if I were crazy. She told me that we had been out here for about a month and we were getting close to reaching our destination. As I sat back and watched everyone work it seemed like they had been doing this forever and as I had just found out they had been doing this for quite sometime. However I was still confused as to how I could not remember getting out here and I did not remember that all my friends and family were pirates. It seemed like I had been sleeping the whole time that we had been traveling and that I was waking up from a coma. I didnt remember boarding the ship and setting sail in the open water. As I walked around it was like no one really noticed that I was there. They were all to busy doing their jobs and enjoying the company of one another.If only I could remember how I had gotten here.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-72696296948041306732011-03-10T06:38:00.000-08:002011-03-10T06:38:46.385-08:00JournalEverytime Tom walks past this picture that hangs in his hallway he just smiles to himself. He had been growing things and winning prizes and money for how large he could get them but he never once expected he would one day win a prize for the largest rabbit ever grown. He prided himself on all of the awards he has won but this win was sweeter than any other. When he started his rabbit farm he was mostly doing it out of enjoyment and love for the animal. However, he soon realized that with the right enviornment and food plan he could get his rabbits to grow to larger than normal sizes. After discovering that he could grow such large rabbits he began to look up contests that would allow him to show them off. Once he found the perfect contest to enter he began feeding and caring for his quickly growing rabbits. As the contest came closer and closer he noticed that this rabbit was one of the biggest he had ever produced and would have been surprised if he did not win an award at this contest. As he walked into the contest and sized up his competition he saw that there was no rabbit even close to the size of his and that this prize was his. As to be expected he did win first prize and actually broke to world record for the largest rabbit. That day was a day that Tom would never forget and hopes to experience again.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-60793681454619117652011-03-09T06:32:00.000-08:002011-03-09T06:32:32.151-08:00JournalAs the morning sun rose, Edward was expecting it to be just another passing day. What he didnt know is that today he was going to lose something that meant the world to him. He had lost bella once before and could not imagine going through that again although today he didnt have a choice. As he drove to her house on his way to school he could tell that something wasnt quite right. It could have been that the weather man had said it once again was going to be and cloudy and gloomy day when today actually seemed to be turning out quite nicely. As he reached Bella's drive way, he began to wait for her like any other day. After a good amount to time passed Edward ventured in to see what was taking her so long. As he knocked on the door he heard nothing coming from inside. This was not normal. He once again waited for Bella to arrive at the door but no one was to be found. After waiting for a while Edward slowly opened the door calling out for anyone that could have been inside. He didnt hear anything and he began to sense the fear creeping into body. He ran through the whole house hoping to find Bella still asleep somewhere but after 10 mins of searching she was nowhere to be found. He could not believe that Bella was gone again and he feel to the floor.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-60900086645332005442011-03-08T06:40:00.000-08:002011-03-08T06:40:37.167-08:00JournalThe life of a peice of paper is one that is usually short lived and usually comes to a tragic end. As I look and that mean machine I realize that I am one of the vicitms of another cruel and unsusal death. I have only been in use for a short period of time and I feel that I was not used to my full potential. These humans just don't understand how hard it is to be a peice of paper. I just came out of the printer a week ago and I am already being shredded up into a million peices. As the rest of my paper companions are being taken to the machine one by one, I can still hear thier cries over the loud and vicious thing. I sit here thinking to myself how much good I could have done if I was just picked up by a writer of a best selling novel or by a kid who wanted to make an art project for their mom. But instead I am here in a pile of a bunch of paper waiting for my fate to be sealed like the rest of them. As the load is getting lighter and lighter I just calm myself down and embrace the fact that I will soon be with my friends only this time in a bunch of little peices. Right as my friend on top of me was lifted off the stack, I hear the machine die down and soon come to a stop. The human that was told to shred us up was now told to do something else so I guess my luck kicked in right in time. Well for today at least.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-2267190674870244372011-03-07T06:39:00.000-08:002011-03-07T06:39:44.664-08:00JournalMarian Bartsch and Joey Catsalgi met on his first day of work and by looking at both of these men you would not be able to tell that growing up their lives were completely different. Marian grew up in a very affluent part of town and all through his life had pretty much everything handed to him. He never once had to worry about not getting what he wanted and very rarely heard the word no. Joey on the other hand has worked harder than most to got where he is today. He lived in the poorest part of town and grew up helping provide for the family. His dad died shortly after he was born and he grew up helping his mother care for the other kids in their family. He very rarely complains about what he has gone through and sees everything that has happened in his life as a blessing and life lesson. Although they both had very different educational experiences their skills are almost identical but the way the approach work is totally different. Joey looks at every day as a way to better himself and live the life now that he was not able to live as a child. Marian however, looks at work as a boring, redundant taks that just needs to be completed and goes home every day to a very large house and everything that he has ever wanted.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-91466042488745477162011-03-06T16:28:00.000-08:002011-03-06T16:28:58.691-08:00Final PoemIts time to let go<br />
and fall into the world of the unknown.<br />
<br />
It is time to break out of my shell,<br />
escaping the big four walls that act as a cell.<br />
<br />
It is time for me to spread my wings,<br />
Take flight, and experience new things.<br />
<br />
It is time for me to allow the change,<br />
no matter how unexpected or strange.<br />
<br />
It is now time for me to go out on my own,<br />
embracing how much I have grown.<br />
<br />
It is time for me to stop worrying about all the strife,<br />
and really start to live my life.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-56982097924602852372011-03-04T06:37:00.000-08:002011-03-04T06:37:11.489-08:00JournalIt is hard to say what I would want to do if I only had one more day to live but I guess I would have to say that no matter what I was doing I would have to bring along my friends and my family. I would surround myself with the people I love and do things that I have never done before. I would love to go back to New York and go shopping. If I have the money to spend why not spend it on something that I love. I would also really want to perform on a big stage infront of thousnads of people. If I only had one more day to live why not spend it doing the things I love and be with all of thoes that I love. I would also love to do something that would inspire others. I hope some day that I will inspire someone like many have inspired me and if I only have one day to do it I would. If I had the time I would also want to go some place warm and just enjoy the beach and the sun. I would also really like to do something like sky dive or cliff diving. I wouldnt really have much to lose so why not do something with out really having much fear.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-43446532909889394852011-03-03T15:02:00.000-08:002011-03-04T06:59:23.518-08:00Villanelle PoemSlowly and sliently falls the tear,<br />
her heart feeling unriveled pain, <br />
her body paralized with fear.<br />
<br />
Everything around her seemed anything but near. <br />
Out of the sky feel the rain,<br />
Now making it impossible to tell if it was rain or a tear.<br />
<br />
The puddles stared back at her like a mirror.<br />
telling herself she must stay sane,<br />
as the darkness added to her fear.<br />
<br />
The rain and her heart were all she could hear,<br />
hoping her stregnth would soon be regained<br />
she wiped away the last tear.<br />
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She knew she shouldnt have let go the one she loved so dear,<br />
She really had nothing left to gain<br />
but now she is left alone full of fear<br />
<br />
off in the distance she saw the pier,<br />
the rain was starting to wane, <br />
on her cheeks she no longer felt tears,<br />
ashamed she was the creator of her own fears.Emily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-51082309602904094282011-03-03T06:31:00.000-08:002011-03-03T06:31:04.423-08:00Journal<u>Favorite Memories</u><br />
- Going to Europe <br />
- Going up to the cabin when I was younger <br />
- Going on the New York trip for choir<br />
- Going to soccer camp when I was going into 6th grade<br />
- Having solos in BRAVO <br />
- Meeting bands (Maine, Every Avenue, and All Time Low)<br />
- Winning state championship for soccer and going to regionals<br />
- Hanging out and getting to know my D.P. groupEmily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510713330613601712.post-5078825442204873992011-03-02T17:19:00.000-08:002011-03-02T17:19:49.976-08:00Etheree PoemLove,<br />
open,<br />
to someone <br />
who loves you back <br />
without conditions,<br />
is what everyone wants<br />
but not what everyone finds<br />
stop looking and love will find you<br />
when you least expect it love is found <br />
but a mothers love is always just causeEmily Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223079519927552294noreply@blogger.com0