1.
Writing
Focus: Constructed Response: Choose one of the following prompts and respond
accordingly.
a.
DAY#3
9.21.16
i.
Personal/Nonfiction
Narrative:
1.
I am most like a …../but I WISH I were most
like a…….
2.
My
mother/father/brother/aunt is like a …..
3.
So
far the best analogy for my life is……..
ii.
Fiction Narrative: Write a scene
where something awful has just happened to the character. See if you can use
figurative language to make your reader share his/her emotions.
A girl sat in a chair at the hospital, waiting for the surgeon to come out the operating room and tell her that her mother survived the crash. At that moment the girl's mind had exploded with wondering what the doctor would have to say. When the girl saw the surgeon come out the room, her face lit up as a sun. She tried asking the doctor what happened, but she could barley get any words out of her mouth, it was as if her lips were sealed like an envelope. the doctor told her that her unfortunately didn't make it. At that second the girls, heart hurt as if someone had stabbed it and kept twisting the knife. Her world all went dark, her mother was the only light that lit up her world. The girl felt as if her body floated in the air, and then fell to the ground. Tears came rushing down her cheeks that were as pale as snow , creating an ocean beneath her.
ReplyDeleteIf I was a animal would be a lion because I am smart, athletic, fun, playful but I can also be dangerous if you are not careful I could hurt you. A animal I would like to be is a wolf because wolf are just like lions but they work in a group and are just overall awesome creatures.
ReplyDeleteSo far the best analogy for my life is "People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. This is the best analogy for my life because it represents me. My light will shine when it's directly represented in the spotlight. But when it becomes dark, only the light from within can shine my true colors.
ReplyDeleteI am most like a tiger because i am laid back until you come at me the wrong way but I wish I was most like a fish because they are chill and calm. If I were like a fish I wouldn't react to certain things how I react to them. So, because I am a tiger I have chill moments but, at times I have my moments where I just react because you make me mad.
ReplyDeleteI'm in a fetal position, head tilted down, knees on the ground. The funeral was over an hour ago. It's dark, empty, cold. The sun is setting casting a gloomy look over the church. 'She wouldn't have wanted this' I think. "You wouldn't have wanted this" I croak out. I turn around and sit down, my back against the coffin. "Do you remember, that one time we went to the beach and our car broke down halfway there? It was around 3 in the morning. We pulled over into a cook out. We would have to wait until dawn for someone to come, but that cook out was a 24 hour one. We ate burgers and tried to see who could fit the most fries in there mouth". I giggle. I've lost it already. "Why did you leave me here. We promised each other. We made a pact that we wouldn't die alone. But you decided to overdose. You promised..." I stand up and look at my sister, laying there. She looks like a doll. "I'll be with you soon" I whisper, as I walk away not looking back.
ReplyDeleteI think that I am most like a wolf maybe because wolves usually stay in a pack, which I am always with my family and we are always together. I say I'm a wolf also because they can be very quiet sometimes that you can not hear them sneak up on you. I can be mean sometimes, depending on either what mood I am in or what you actually did to get me mad, which is why I chose a wolf, but i wish I were more of like a any other animal that is intimidating to others because I don't want people to mess with me sometimes to the point I get annoyed by them. My older sister is mostly the opposite of me, she is probably more of like a really quiet animal, I don't really know a specific one to represent her as, but she is mostly quiet and goes with what everyone does and she doesn't speak up a lot.
ReplyDeleteI think that I am like a lion because lions stick together in a pack just like my family we are always together and around each other.Lions are also very protective of their territory, cubs just like me I am protective of my siblings. I also like my own space and I am quiet until you make me mad then everyone would feel and hear my rage. Lion are playful too and energetic just like me I like to move around and experience life,have fun too. Loin are also tough, strong and powerful animal.Loin are controlling animals that like things their way.Lastly I love food and to eat just like a lion do and I don't like to share my food either. A animal I wish to be is a butterfly because butterflies are soft,and kind. I want to be more of a butterfly because I don't want to always have my guard up. Also butterflies can fly away and just leave and travel just like I want to travel the world someday.
ReplyDeleteThe boy is standing with his older brother on the concrete sidewalk. the same part of the curb that had become a fingerprint in the boys mental index. He'd looked down at it so many times every day it felt like a predictable memory. He dreaded this conversation with his brother. The boy knew what was going to happen. The most painful part about it was the fact that the boy knew he couldn't do anything about it. These thoughts drowned out the sound of the brothers speech until the brother said the words the boy hears every time. "Sometimes i wonder how it'd be if this turned out different too." His voice never had a distinct sound to it. as if the voice didn't know what the brothers voice sounded like. The boy felt all of the anticipation and dread pas through his body starting from his chest as his brother stepped onto the street. Tears burned the back the boys eyes as he heard the screech of the tires but he kept his head down. The boy heard the screams, the loud bumps, and more shrieks from the rubber tires but it wasn't surprising to the boy.As he turned to walk away withe the tears warming a path down his cheeks, the last fear-filled screech of terror is what woke the boy up. The boy walked by a ten year old funeral pamphlet that hadn't moved since it was set there. The smile of his brother as faded and was half covered with a poetry book.
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