The drawing we did of a map was really good to base a story on. Here's the start of one;
i walk to my left. the bank's windows have curtains drawn and warm light tried desperatly to find a way in. The town hall was busy, as it was a festival and there is some road closed. the smell of cooking meat and rising bread asulted my nose, so delicious and tempting that i almost walk into the bakery buy something. Bucher Ranson yells at his employee for chopping his finger and getting blood all over his lamb. Banjo's delivery boy is running pizza over to Jen in the News Agent. The gravel crunches under my feet as i walk down the street, i reach out and touch the glass of the chemist window. i trail warm fingers against it. feeling the smoothnesds. i pause and look into the tools shop. lookng at the mower i was sent to fetch. i sigh and cross the road, when i look back down the streets, i realize that i'll never want to leave. as all people do eventually. but for now, this is my home. and i am here to stay.
somebody beeps their hawn and i leave the warmth of the sun to enter the tools shop.
Day two; here's a quote that's from the mulberry hill place; to see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a Wild Flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and iternity in an hour.
here's a haiku about the beach. i'm no poet, so please tell me if it's crap or not. Sounds of waves, Reflections on the water, It all makes me smile,
Day three; we did those funny i am from poems. they're way personal but i think they're cool. i am from ooroo, i am from delicous aldi chocolate, i am from showering in cold water, long exploritive trips up rivers and toasting marshmellows on an open flame. i am from the dead climbing tree, looking over the jungle like garden. trying to find my way back to the house. i climb as high as i want.
Day four; Some books are impossible to read. Let alone understand. Some places are too quiet to tell someone to ‘shush’. This library has both. This book makes no sense! Why bother putting something on paper if nobody NORMAL can read it and learn something? It doesn’t make sense. I slam the book shut. Dust explodes in my face, I cough loudly. Earning myself a few dirty looks from the earnest-and-stern-looking librarian. I feel like shouting, ‘what the hell are YOU looking at?!!!’ but I hold those trouble causing words in. They could get me into trouble. I smile and nod to myself. Then I go to stand up but some people in suits walk past me, two are really skinny the look kind of official. But the last one is skinny and weedy like them but his torso bulged with something that was big square and he had an innocent expression on his face, he was whistling. The innocent expression was WAY overdone. The trio pushed past me, making my seat squeak loudly. This time we all copped a look from the librarian. I burst out laughing at their expressions, they all look shocked. The librarian points at the door and I pack up quickly and rush out of the quiet room. The trio of bald men followed at a run. Then we all walked out of the library. All too quickly I began to laugh.
I am a ninja!!!!!!!
I am a ninjaaaaaaaaaaaa
Day one:
The drawing we did of a map was really good to base a story on. Here's the start of one;
i walk to my left. the bank's windows have curtains drawn and warm light tried desperatly to find a way in. The town hall was busy, as it was a festival and there is some road closed. the smell of cooking meat and rising bread asulted my nose, so delicious and tempting that i almost walk into the bakery buy something. Bucher Ranson yells at his employee for chopping his finger and getting blood all over his lamb. Banjo's delivery boy is running pizza over to Jen in the News Agent. The gravel crunches under my feet as i walk down the street, i reach out and touch the glass of the chemist window. i trail warm fingers against it. feeling the smoothnesds. i pause and look into the tools shop. lookng at the mower i was sent to fetch. i sigh and cross the road, when i look back down the streets, i realize that i'll never want to leave. as all people do eventually. but for now, this is my home. and i am here to stay.somebody beeps their hawn and i leave the warmth of the sun to enter the tools shop.
Day two;
here's a quote that's from the mulberry hill place;
to see a world in a grain of sand,
and a heaven in a Wild Flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and iternity in an hour.
here's a haiku about the beach. i'm no poet, so please tell me if it's crap or not.
Sounds of waves,
Reflections on the water,
It all makes me smile,
Day three;
we did those funny i am from poems. they're way personal but i think they're cool.
i am from ooroo,
i am from delicous aldi chocolate,
i am from showering in cold water, long exploritive trips up rivers and toasting marshmellows on an open flame.
i am from the dead climbing tree, looking over the jungle like garden. trying to find my way back to the house. i climb as high as i want.
Day four;
Some books are impossible to read. Let alone understand.
Some places are too quiet to tell someone to ‘shush’.
This library has both.
This book makes no sense! Why bother putting something on paper if nobody NORMAL can read it and learn something? It doesn’t make sense. I slam the book shut. Dust explodes in my face, I cough loudly. Earning myself a few dirty looks from the earnest-and-stern-looking librarian. I feel like shouting, ‘what the hell are YOU looking at?!!!’ but I hold those trouble causing words in.
They could get me into trouble.
I smile and nod to myself. Then I go to stand up but some people in suits walk past me, two are really skinny the look kind of official. But the last one is skinny and weedy like them but his torso bulged with something that was big square and he had an innocent expression on his face, he was whistling.
The innocent expression was WAY overdone.
The trio pushed past me, making my seat squeak loudly. This time we all copped a look from the librarian. I burst out laughing at their expressions, they all look shocked. The librarian points at the door and I pack up quickly and rush out of the quiet room. The trio of bald men followed at a run. Then we all walked out of the library.
All too quickly I began to laugh.