Well, I got into updating my journal tonight, but apparently my computer had a mishap and I lost my entry. Anywho, I’m not going to rethink about what I wrote and just post what I was going to post, my writings.
I will most likely write about what I said in the earlier deleted posting sometime later this week along with other problems I have been having.
Anywho, my homework in writing class.
Num. 1. Write 25 details about a person you are watching.
She walks with a stealth like gait, quiet and weightless. The most dedicated walker I’ve ever seen; head down, eyes forward and all business. Her sweet scent is floral and nameless. The only word that comes to mind is Lavender. Her hair, brown and curly, frizzled if unkempt and humid. She appears delicate and fragile, but we all know better. She’s off in her own world as she giggles to herself, laughing at a joke that she only gets. A thin grin appears as she silently eaves drop on some one else’s drama. Her wit and humor, dry as the sands of the hottest desert. How she gently lays her face on her delicate little hand as she naps. Eyes closed, she gently rocks herself with her feet to the music she only can hear. The glimmer in her eye and joy in her voice as she talks about her little brothers and their recent misdeeds. The soft whine in her voice as she proclaims her daily anthem of “I’m tired.” Her stern and icy demeanor changes as we become alone and fall into familiarity, our daily routine of catching up and soul searching. The genuineness in her voice as we bid each other goodnight.
Num 2. Write about a life you would like to lead.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
The smell of grass from a green meadow fills the air. The sun beams brightly on my back. Not a care in the world. I graze lazily as I wait. I wait to be counted. I chew and chew the tasteless grass, swallow, and chew again.
A “Bah, Bah” off in the distance. It is time. I sluggishly get up, one leg, two, and then the third and fourth follow. I’m lost in the herd army; marching away to our purpose, to be counted. We all move along without fear, for there were no threats from dogs or wolves. We move with determination.
Day turns to night, and we are bathed in the starry light of night’s light bulbs and the crooked moon. A line forms, and a chorus of “Bah, Bah” erupts in excitement. It is now that we hear the voice of the cool night breeze. My life is a routine; the sight ahead of me is no wonder, no miracle. It’s just life.
Slowly but surely, the line ahead of me shortens. Soon it will be my turn. The windy voice is getting louder and clearer. There’s three ahead of me, two, one, and now it’s my turn.
With a “Bah Bah” I leap over the wooden fence. I soar through the night sky, soaring and soaring until the world below is a dot. I reach the stars. Paper cutout of different colors, drawn with squiggly lines to show its magnificent shine. I soar and soar. Nothing is a wonder, for this is routine. Over and through the hook of the crescent moon I start my decent. I land in the waiting herd with the voice of the wind counting 47. I am 47.
My job is done, my purpose has been fulfilled tonight. I graze lazily with my companions to the soft whispers of the tired wind…48…49…50…51…
I hoped you enjoyed them.
My third assignment is to write about a town misfit. Don’t’ have an idea for it yet, but I’m sure I will this weekend and I’ll post that up sometime also.
Again, I’ll write more during the weekend.
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