dic·tion [dik-shuhn]

Every evening I sat in the splendor of my melancholy emotions. My dull lack-luster evening plundered into a new depth of boredom. My pen sunk into the frail pages of my notebook. I scrawled words across the pages. Each word more profound than the last. I began to lose myself in the midst of the staggered blue lines. My thoughts soon had swallowed up my every minoute essence of learning. Soon my thoughts enchanted me with the splendor of mystical creatures and sugar-cane candy lands. Despite the contrary 14 year old girl thoughts, mine are not about cat-fights, hair, and "do these dark-wash-indigo-denim jeans make me look fat?!" 

The deeper I began to fall hopelessly into my imagination, the more I drifted away from reality. Little did I fathom that my humdrum homework was hardly even complete. I soon awoke from Kady Land, to finish the hodgepodge of an assignment I had left strewn across my desk. Shuffling through the vast amounts of pages, I still had an unfathomable amount of homework. These assignments could not be consummate without a special treat. I scrambled down the abrupt stairs, furiously swung open the pantry to find one bag of deliciously popped and graciously buttered popcorn. As thrilled as I was to be hand in hand with this bag of wondrous joy, I had forgotten about what awaited me at the top of the mountain of stairs. But with a little combination of sweet popped pop corn, and sourly boring homework, I was able to fix the mess I had thrown upon my self. Ending the night with the feeling of accomplishing something great; if I only I knew what was to come of the next night. 

Writing about Writing

To me there is nothing more thrilling and exciting then writing about un-used holiday creatures, sour-candy crystal waterfalls, and long sugary grass and tall liquorish trees. My imagination goes wild when I write about mythical things. So when my teacher told me to write a folk tale, I was thrilled. She wanted them to be silly and fun so that our buddies could enjoy them as well. My first thought was to write about an animal that everyone loves, but is also very unique. Well once you narrow it down enough, there can only be one certain creature left. Unicorns! The best creature to write about, they could be snobby know-it-alls who think they're all that; or even a mind-blowing heros, fighting off villains with their powerful horn. My ideas were soon put into words, and I was ready for action.

When I had finally finished my piece, I began reading over it; it was pretty amazing. I had combined the fun and exciting ways of Candy Land with the schemingly evil plans of the un-wanted holiday creatures towards the powderpuff ponies, which each hip was marked by their crystal tattoo. So how did unicorns get their horns? My folk tale could easily prove that. Well, with the un-wanted holiday creatures each having a "special" talent they were able to bring their evil plan into action. "The leprechauns began to melt down their gold coins into long beams that could stretch an entire roadway. The evil Easter bunnies began to sharpen their teeth, and Santa's old reindeers began to freeze the roadway. No longer would they live to be trampled in the paths of the ponies." When the plan had finally been put into action, the ponies weren't left with not just a mark, but an ice-cream cone, melted to the tops of their heads. Therefore, they were renamed Unicorns, "mostly because of the fact that the only one able to write was a leprechaun an his spelling has always been awful." 

 With this piece I was able to explore my imaginative side, and finally put some humor into my writing. I have always loved writing about bizarre creatures finding themselves odd predicaments. That explains why I chose this as my favorite writing piece.

Sappy Ain't So Savvy

In a dialog-clogging-complexing tale, Jane Austen looses me throughout the sum-what charming tale. Jane Austen chops the dialog into incomprehensible bits, losing me along its path. At first I thought I understood the the tone of a deep and passionate writer, but slowly her diction and word choice clashed into an in-harmonial and sappy love song.

Just as Elizabeth falls for Mr. Darcy, the rebellious Ronnie finds herself falling for the heartthrob, Will, in The Last Song. Before for they fall into a cheesy romance, they find themselves pushing each other away causing the reader to float between a dazed dream and a frightful nightmare.

By expanding my imagination, I plan to recreate the cheesy love story through a movie. With my lovely partner-in-crime, we will put our inspired ideas into one magical movie. Hoping our audience will experience excitement, laughter, and passion. I'm looking forward to making this a memorable film.