Degrees

Author's Note: This picture has two poems included in it, titled "Summer" and "Winter". These poems are based off of my independant book, Shiver, I just finished. It is in the veiw of one of the two main characters, Grace. They are both written for her love, Sam. Temperature is a key thing in this novel, so I wanted to write how she was feeling in both the winter and summer after she met him. Both poems are different styles, so if you don't take your time reading them they might seem confusing. The message really sinks in if you take your time reading it, I hope you enjoy!

Authors note: This diary entry is by a character named Izzy, in my groups book, My Sister's Keeper, she is a character that we do not know but about so I wanted to show what she was feeling after losing her love and moving in with her twin sister. This is an entry in a diary so it was hard for me to find a format to put this in other than this.




Diary Entry 1:


Oh my, where do I begin? I could write about Janet, but I do not feel like wasting paper because my tears have blurred the ink. Julia has graciously let me stay with her, maybe I should not say graciously, because it seems I have done all her housework, something that someone would do in a month and I’ve done it in about two hours. I feel sorry for her though, living all alone like this, taking care of heartbroken and confused children, how can she be happy? Oh but she is, she has never needed anyone to tell her what to do with her life, and I admire her for that. Who knows how long I will be here, how long my heart will ache for the loss of her. My job almost seems silly sometimes, making jewelry? I am not a 7 year old anymore, though it feels like it sometimes, the joy of life giving me a high I hold on to until it fades. Oh, if only I could teach this to my sister, she needs someone in her life to make her feel this way. I guess this is the next chore on my list.


Izzy

In the Mind of a Dead Girl

Authors Note: This is based upon an independant book I read called The Secret Year. This character is Julia Vernon, a senior in high school who dies pretty early in the book, she is actually dead when the book starts. There is not a lot of great detail of how she died, so I wanted to make up her thoughts in the few minutes before she passed away. The order of the sentences in this picture is a little confusing, but I wanted that to show how her mind was working at the time, being intoxicated. I will add a link if you want more information on this book. Oh, and to see the full image just click and it will appear in a new screen, and theres TWO!

http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Year-Jennifer-Hubbard/dp/0670011533

The Taylor Tree

Check out my project for our group novel, The Bean Trees, on my essay blog, you can find the link at the top of this blog, thanks!

The Road

Author's Note: This is my first poem that I have changed from a paragraph to a sophisticated layout, it makes the whole feel of it sound more mature and makes my voice comes out stronger


The storm sets in -
in the distance,
the light, present as much as
a flickering candle,
burns out as we look behind us
from the backseat.

Dry, barren land welcome us ahead,
goes as far as the eye can see,
without threatening to stop.

The road is the only thing that keeps us on course,
the bumpy, black, warm asphalt streches on and on,
battling the land as it twists and turns.

Bumps and cracks are just proof of its battle,
but it wears on, providing more than just
a segway of ideas,
emotions,
thoughts.

For it brings people together,

something the barren land around it
fails to accomplish.

Home Alone

Author's Note: When this happened, I was alone, so even telling two people wasn't enough, I had to share it with everyone, because it was so scary, and funny




"UGH I'm hungry!" I thought as I sat on the couch with my phone in my hand. I had already scoped out my fridge and pantry, and found nothing that caught my eye. For some reason I kept looking, maybe I was hoping that something would appear that hadn't before. Nope. Wait, I found some grahm crackers, and chocolate. Then I was suddenly set on making smores, which didn't make sense because I had no marshmallows anyway. I took a chocolate, unwrapped it, and placed it in the microwave. I left the wrapper on, with the chocolate on top of it, because I was too lazy to get a bowl. I set the microwave for 30 seconds, hoping it would get soft but not melt. As I stood by the microwave, i remembered that it wasn't good to put aluminun in the microwave, and on cue, there was a boom.
I jumped -well obviously- and pressed open the microwave. The aluminun had lit fire, and blue and red flames licked the top of the microwave, leaving little black marks. I hit cancel and the flames receeded, leaving a big black mark on the microwave plate. I sighed, and stared at that little piece of chocolate. Then I started laughing, because I realized how funny it was. And why is lighting a microwave on fire funny? It just is :)

The End of the Sidewalk

 Author's Note: In Ohio, at the end of my street was a place like this, and i always thought it was magical for the sidewalk to stop for it. :)


The last few steps are taken slowly, and my feet scrape the edge of the sidewalk, the end of this clear marked path. The scene beyond does not frighten me, for it is filled with life, tall trees,flowers, a beckoning forest. The buzz of insects flying around creates excitement, turning off their annoying habits to fit in with the peace that flows through here. Animals make themselves present, and run around in this playground, happy, calm. The sidewalk did not dare to disturb this safe haven, stopping right in its tracks to marvel at the magic.