Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Ghost's

Ghosts, the mystical creatures that have puzzled man, women and child for centuries. Who were they? What are they now? How is a ghost created? These questions have been asked by many, but wee do know one thing; A ghost is created with death.

 Some believe ghost’s are created when a wizard dies, and they leave an in-print of themselves upon this world. Others think that they are spirits with unfinished business on this world. On thing is clear, the image of a ghost is humanoid in appearance, only white, clear, and cold.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Favorite Movie

We had to write about our favorite movie.What's yours? 


What is my favorite movie? The question as old as old as T.V. itself. Well, I LOVE comedy’s, adventure, and fantasy. So, I know it has to be one of those. I would probably say one of the Harry Potter movies. It has a perfect blend of all three.  

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Book

For this writing circle, we had to do super hero's. What power would you have?



Super Hero’s, the type of person everyone wants to be. Let’s not kid ourselves, at one point in our lives, we’ve all dreamed about being a super ourselves. Just some more than others. If I were a super (emphasis on I) I would be have a power of the pursuit of knowledge. I wouldn’t have some weird costume of catchphrase, just a normal person with certain “abilities.” I would have the power to read any language, book, or writing just at a glance. The Book.      

Night Is Born

Our group decided to write a poem, to see what creativity. Mabe you'll be inspired to write your own.

I glory in the sight,
as darkness takes the light.
May the stars guide my way,
as shadows take the day.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

    There is not one world, but many. In some, people have no souls. In others people . In my world, people are born with the soul already out of their body. We all have souls though, they exist outside of our bodies, in animals called demons. The demon is a person’s very life force.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Writing circle: no. 1.

I know it's not much, but I was more setting a mood than anything.   


My eyes flicked open. Were am I? How did I get here? More importantly who am I? I sat up, and my jaw dropped. I was in a forest, surrounded by trees easily 200 feet tall. There are wildflowers all around me. This is insane! The earth below me is soft and moist. The air smelt of peppermint and flowers. It was amazing.