Last Writing Starter

The writing starters as a whole helped me get a bit more creative.  They got me thinking a little more and got me into a writing mood.  They were enjoyable to do because it allowed me to write some funny things and just mess around in them.  My favorite ones were all of the sci fi or short story ones.  I made them fun and they got me thinking.  I think you should keep using them.  They're a good addition to the class.

Final Assignment

The woman walked into her room and got into her bed.  Everybody was staring at her and it was beginning to make her uneasy.  She turned the other way and was asleep within minutes.  She woke up to something touching her feet.  She sat up quickly, but saw nothing.  The entire room she was in was empty and looked as if it had been abandoned.

"What happened..." She said to herself.

She was having a hard time distinguishing what was real and what was in her head.  As she stood up from the remains of what was a bed she say dozens of spectral figures appear and begin moving towards her.  They started screaming at her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.  She began to panic and started running, but when she turned she hit her head.  When she woke up the next day she was in her bed and the room looked like it was back to normal.  There was a large bump on her head with a little bit of dried blood.  What happened the night before?
"You look confused.  What is the matter?"  A nurse asked the lady.
"Well I seem to have had a weird dream.  I'm a bit confused now."  The lady replied.
She became slightly more confident on reality now that she was talking to a nurse, but when she turned to talk to her again she wasn't there.  She had vanished.  The lady was very confused because the was facing the door and that was the only exit.
"I need to lay back down."  She said to herself.
She laid down on her bed and everything began to swirl and she got very nauseous.  She wanted to call for a nurse, but when she looked up the nurse was already by her bedside. The woman became very terrified though because the nurse didn't have a face.   She just stood there by her bedside with her head cocked sideways.  The woman passed out and entered a dream state.  Everything she saw was dark swirls and bits and pieces of the building she had been in.  She saw herself in third person.  Walking through the halls.  Being watched, and judged by every being in the building.  She reached her room and laid down.  As soon as her eyes closed she woke up.  When the woman woke she wasn't in the same room.  She was in a white room that had a lot of light and padded walls.  She tried to move, but was unable to move her arms.  She looked down and noticed she was strapped into a bed.  Thick leather belts along each of her limbs keeping her down.  She screamed, but nothing came out.  She had a muzzle over her mouth.  What was happening?  Who had done this to her?  She heard a series of clicking.  The locks on the door across the room were coming undone.  After the 8th click the door slid open.  Her ears popped from the changed in pressure, and the lights outside were even brighter than the ones in the room.  The door closed and she heard footsteps coming towards her.  She looked and it was a tall, white male who was wearing a white lab coat, gloves, and an expressionless white ceramic mask.  He carried a scalpel in one hand and a rag in the other.  The woman tried to scream again, but nothing came out.  She began thrashing in the bed doing anything she could to get free but it was hopeless.  She was stuck.  The last thing she knew was the man reaching her.

Writing Starter 61

"Oh hey there pretty momma"
"You talking to me?"
"Nahhh i'm talking to that dude over there."
"Sass huh?  I see how it is."
"Whats your backstory ey?"
"Well ya see here.... It's not very appealing"
"Oh cmon, give it to me.  Im curious"
"Well i use to live in New York with my wife Leanne."
"Wait... Wife?"
"Oh yeah i use to be a guy."
"AHHHHHHHHH"
Grabs barf bag and stand up to leave

Writing Starter 60

Because it was haunted.  The fog that was seen out in the distance was the devils doing.  Whenever the fog came to the island it created beasts that killed everything in sight.  No one survived for more than a day on this island.

Writing Starter 59

James sat in class while his robotic brain registered every word Mr. Nobody had to say.  He knew he wasn't a real person, but was never able to do anything about it.  He wasn't programmed to think that way.  One day James suffers a blow to the head and knocks his circuits out of wack.  He pimp slaps Mr. Nobody and walked up on out that ish.

Writing Starter 58

It eventually begins to drive her crazy.  She develops a weird infatuation with dragons and starts building model ones.  They slowly became bigger and bigger until she was making life size models of dragons.  He parents admitted her to a mental hospital where she lived out her life.  She died at the age of 17.

Writing Starter 57

Life would be boring because everyone would see when you did something stupid or wrong.  You also couldn't get intimate with people because it would basically be making a porno.  That wouldn't be socially acceptable.

Writing Starter 55

She asked all of the people if they remembered her brother and they all looked at her like she was crazy.  Everyone was convinced that he had never existed, but she knew otherwise.  She started freaking out and to deal with it people just put her inside and let her go crazy.

Writing Starter 56

She walked into her room and got into her bed.  Everybody was staring at her and it was beginning to make her uneasy.  She turned the other way and was asleep within minutes.  She woke up to something touching her feet.  She sat up quickly, but saw nothing.  The entire room she was in was empty and looked as if it had been abandoned.
"What happened..." She said to herself.
She was having a hard time distinguishing what was real and what was in her head.  As she stood up from the remains of what was a bed she say dozens of spectral figures appear and begin moving towards her.  They started screaming at her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.  She began to panic and started running, but when she turned she hit her head.  When she woke up the next day she was in her bed and the room looked like it was back to normal.  There was a large bump on her head with a little bit of dried blood.  What happened the night before?

Science Fiction

Beyond The Infinity

Humanity as a whole is known as the child of races.  We are young compared to the others, but have accomplished so much.  The exact age of humanity remains unknown, but in the last 200 years more has been accomplished than in the previous 2000.  We have discovered countless other galaxies, habitable planets, other species similar to humans, and have gone beyond the infinity previously thought to be the Milky Way.  The amount that has been accomplished is unfathomable.  There are those who do not agree with the ways of the present, for they are stuck in the past.  Ones who will stand against us, and when they show themselves, we will take care of the issue with utmost discretion.

A synthetic guard walked into the room and said: "Excuse me Ambassador, you have a visitor."
"Who is this visitor?" Tavius asked.
"It is Doctor Alexandros.  He said that it is important." The guard answered.
"Yes, yes.  Send him in."
The door buzzed and the Doctor walked in.  Alexandros was a unique type of man.  Tall, tan skin, dark eyes, and a face covered in tattoos.  His complexion appeared to be rough, but it was hard to tell due to his excessive body art.  Tavius wasn't affected by the tattoos because they were common nowadays.  Style had changed a lot since he was young and it was actually quite the norm for people to have facial tattoos.
"How are you feeling today, Ambassador?"  The doctor inquired.
With only the two of them in the room Tavius answered honestly. "Hungover."  He said.
"How many times have I told you, you need to lay off the alcohol.  It is affecting your biotics in very negative ways.  We're going to have to replace them if you don't change your habits."
The Ambassador nodded in an understanding way.
"Which ones is it affecting the most?" He inquired.
"We'll have to do a scan to figure that out for certain, so if you'd be so kind to lay on your back i'll do a very quick body scan."
The Ambassador turn his desk off, and all of the holographics disappeared.  He went back first on the desk exposing his torso to the doctor.  Doctor Alexandros' omni tool appeared and he began setting up tests.  He waved his hand over the Ambassadors chest and stomach area.  When the test was complete an x-ray appeared against the wall showing the vital organs and bones throughout his torso.
"Your reconstructed liver is near failure.  We will need to replace that as soon as possible.  Try to stay sober until we can set up an appointment."
Without waiting for the Ambassador to respond the doctor stood up and walked out.  As he opened the door to leave another caught the door.  This man was average height, stocky build, a military haircut, and a mean face.  He looked like he was an enforcer.  He had military gear on with a thick bulletproof vest with a name tag that said "Vega".  The vest had a symbol on the chest.  Tavius knew that it was the Legion symbol, and wasn't very pleased about the visit.
The grunt walked in at a brisk pace.
"Mr. Ambassador we need to speak." He said in a stern voice.
"I'm sorry, but you'll need to make an appoint-." Tavius began to reply, but was cut short.
The Grunt placed his M-8 Hand Cannon pistol on the table and skewed it so it faced the ambassador.
"I got a lot of thermal clips and no where to be.  We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice."
"Alright lets chat." Tavius said unwillingly.
"I'll make this short and not so sweet.  The legion isn't happy with you Ambassador.  You've struck a lot of Caesars nerves, and you know what happens when people anger Caesar."
Tavius knew exactly what the grunt meant.  The last Ambassador of the Citadel was assassinated in broad daylight after pissing off Caesar.  He made a public statement about how the Legion was outsourcing their army, and getting far too involved in smuggling and other illicit activities.  Tavius had managed to get the attention of the Legion by participating in an interview about crime on the Citadel.  He made it very clear that even with crime rates dropping significantly the only way to eliminate all organized crime completely was to eliminate the Legion.  When asked about what he meant and told the reporter that there is significant evidence proving their involvement in crime, and that he plans to fight them, and shut them down.
"Note taken.  Don't make Caesar angry.  Children tend to get pissy when things don't go their way."  Tavius said with a hint of sarcasm.  The grunt just laughed and said:  "We'll be in touch."  He walked towards the automatic glass door, and before it could open for him he kicked it so hard it shattered.
"You might wanna get that fixed!"  He shouted back as he continued to walk away.
"Asshole..." Tavius muttered to himself.
Tavius quickly called his security back into his office.  The mech walked in trying to ignore all of the shattered glass.
"What do you need sir?" The mech asked.
"A bottle of vodka and the phone number for Admiral Alenko."  The Ambassador replied.
The Ambassador spent hours on the phone attempting to reason with the Admiral.  He informed him of the Legions threat, and was now trying to find a solution.
"I just cant spare the men, Ambassador."  Alenko said firmly.
"Then give me just one, but make him good.  Damn good." The Ambassador pleaded.
"Fine.  Im sending Sergeant Soni.  He'll be there as soon as possible."
When Soni arrived he was exactly what Tavius expected.  About 6 feet tall, dark skin (He looked Polynesian),  shaved head, and a tribal tattoo going up his shoulder and on to his neck.  Soni had arms the size of the Ambassadors  body and a chest the size of a boulder.  He was built like a bodybuilder and was equipped with state of the art military gear.
"Im Sergeant Soni."  He said with a stern voice.
"As of now i'm officially putting you in charge of my personal security.  I fear that the Legion may be planning to take me out in the near future.  Caesar wasn't too happy about me publishing my findings." Tavius said to the Sergeant.
"When do you think this may happen?" Soni inquired.
"Not the slightest clue, but i'll need you to stay on your guard." Tavius said.
"I'll assemble my squad."  Soni replied.
A few days had passed with nothing out of the ordinary. Tavius recieved a call from Doctor Alexandros about his biotic organs.
"Based on the results we got we may need to replace a few of your implants,  Ambassador.  Have you stayed sober lately?" The Doctor said in a relatively monotoned voice.
"It's been a stressful couple of days...." Tavius replied.
"I see.  Well come on in and we can do the surgery.  It won't take more than an hour."
Tavius assembled his guard and had them follow a few paces behind his entire way to the Doctor.  Soni  led the group of 3.  Out of nowhere 4 shots went off.  Blood painted the walls behind two of the guards and Soni managed to tackle the Ambassador out of the way, and in turn saving both of them.  Soni grabbed his M-8 Hand Cannon and began firing where the shots came from.  Another shot came and clipped the Tavius in the knee.  Soni spun around and grabbed Tavius by the collar and began dragging him to cover.   He fired off a few more shots before popping out the thermal clip.  He managed to kill one of the assailants.
"Stay here. I'll take care of the rest of them." Soni said to Tavius.
Soni stood up from cover and began shooting towards the other 3 assailants killing one of them.  The last two came out of cover to engage in hand to hand combat.  Pulling out his knife Soni killed one of them, but was quickly disarmed by the last.  The last guy was large.  About his size, military haircut, had a bulletproof vest with the Legion symbol on it, and a name tag that said "Vega".  Soni and this grunt fought hand to hand for a while before Vega ended up on top with a knife to Soni's throat.  Tavius looked over from behind cover and saw this happening.  He crawled out to the nearest dead assailant and took the C-6 Avenger assault rifle that was stuck beneath the corpse.  He stood up, balancing on his leg that hadn't been shot and said:  "Hey Vega!  This is for f***ing up my door!"  and shot a burst into the big brutes chest knocking him onto his back.  Tavius limped over the the still breathing grunt and fired the rest of the thermal clip into him.  Soni stood up and thanked him.
"I think i'd like to keep you as my security, Soni.  You handle yourself pretty well."  Tavius said.
"Thank you, sir.  It means a lot.  I'd be honored to."

Writing Starter 54

She slowly makes her way towards a computer monitor.  She takes the keyboard, and begins smashing the spiders heads in.  Moving as fast as she possibly can she kills everything with more than two legs in the office.  Until the keyboard breaks.  She then takes an office chair and runs with it out in front pushing all of the spiders aside.  She reaches the door, pushes the chair through it, and makes her escape.

Sci Fi brainstorming

1) My story is going to set in the far future maybe some 200-250 years in a completely different setting. The setting will be in space.  There will be more than one species of protagonists and there will be a space wide government called the Council.  Each race will have an ambassador or committee member on the council to represent the race as a whole. There will be many types of religions, but won't be mentioned.  Two similarities are that there are humans, and basic life is similar except the fact this is more in the future.  This story will follow the life of a council member dealing with galactic distress.

2) The main character will have a weakness of his biotics.  At this point in time every person has biotic advancements, but the main character here will require a replacement far too often.  When they begin to malfunction it will interfere with his ability to work.
Main character will be a man named Ambassador Tavius.
Biotic malfunction giving serve migraines and black outs.
Raging alcoholic that leads to him being a pure bred asshole

3) The main enemy in my story is the Ambassadors runner up in the previous election.  His name will be Julius Suede and his main goal is the sabotage the ambassador and be his successor.  Julius is a young outgoing politician who has very different views of Tavius.  He believes that humanity comes before every other race, but will never publicly admit to it.  He is the enemy because he wants to take over the council, undermine Tavius, and put humanity above all of the other races.  He be a racist.

4)  Many different races.  I haven't decided exact names for them, but there will be a reptilian, a robotic, amphibian (aquatic based), and a rhino/brute type.  All of these creatures are good.  There is peace between all races other than the occasional racist.

Writing Starter 53

After 8 days the group of refugees has had no luck.  Emerged in the dense forest in search of untouched water.  They've gone through hell in attempt to place a coup against the government, but have had no success.  Half of their group has been lost to Bliss, but they continue to search.  One day they were going through the woods when they stumbled upon a group of hippies.  The hippies said "Bruhhhhh we're on the bliss.  Come get it."  

The group got scared and attempted to flee but were surrounded.  The all gave in to the bliss.

Writing Starter 52

Whenever I really wished I had something I would simply just give it to myself.  I became to be a little unhappy though.  There was no satisfaction when I finally got what I wanted.  When I told people they all began to fight for it.  I received threats and many people tried to steal it.  I had to hide my precious.  So I buried it. The End

Writing Starter 51

Nobody believed what was actually happening.  The only person who knew what to do was michael jackson.  He grabbed the little squirt by the ankles and hung him over the edge of a balcony.  Turns out this kid wasn't actually and alien.  The paparazzi got pictures of it and every got pissed off.

Writing Starter 50

Morgan Freeman begins narrating your every move.  Everything you do you hear his voice echo throughout the room.  You close the box and it stops.  You slowly open it and you hear his voice slowly get more loud the more you open the box.  You crush the box due to how freaked out you are.

Writing Starter 49

So number 4....
You're still keeping that list?
You don't think I would give up on something like that do you?
I guess I should've known better.
Has anyone ever told you that you look like a lumber jack?
I've heard that before, and as a matter of fact I did work in saw mill as a teenager.
SERIOUSLY?!
Oh yeah.  It wasn't the most fun, but it was a good job.
Is that what made you get that massive beard?
No this just kind of came naturally, but now that I think of it, it makes sense.
Is that thing hard to tame?
Only in the mornings.  It kind of like bed head, but on your chin.
You know, you're not that bad.
I'd like to say the feelings mutual, but its not.  You're still number 4.
Thanks bruh.

Writing Starter 48

Everything that happened could have been avoided.
Yeah if you didn't decide to do something stupid.
I feel awful if that means anything.
I don't care about how you feel I want you to make things right.
How do you expect me to do that?
Figure out something. You're the one who messed up. Not me.
Alright, you're right.  I done you wrong.
That's all I wanted was for you to say that.
Well you got it now step off young blood.

Writing Starter 47

I am surprised you made it.
I told you I would. I never break my promises.
Your horse doesn't seem to be doing to well.
You noticed?  She passed away as I made it to the beach.  I worked her far too hard.
She throw you off?
How'd you know?
Besides the fact that you're still covered in sand? Lucky guess.
Smart ass.
You ready to go?
Sure, where are we going to first?
Anywhere you want, my dear.
Lets go to Europe, work our way across it.
We better get going then.

Zombies Vs Dinosaurs

Characters:
Scientist - Old, crazy hair, big glasses that make his eyes look abnormally large, and a filthy lab coat
Government Officials - Tall, Buff, Sunglasses, Black suits and earpieces (Typical govt. guy)
Swiggidy Swagosaurus - Prehistoric, as you will

Over the Radio: "In recent news, reports of mauling by other humans continues to increase.  Rumors of "Zombies" have started, and surprisingly accepted.  NYPD is looking into these cases, but with little luck due to the inability to locate any of the bodies."

5 years later

SCIENTIST: "So I have an idea...."

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "Lets hear it."

SCIENTIST: "With modern technology we have been able to replicate specific parts of certain prehistoric animals. We have also integrated obedience genes of dogs into other animals.  I believe given the right circumstances I could created one of theses prehistoric beasts with the same characteristics as that of a dog!" (As he says with excitement)

GOVERNMENT GUY 2: "You mean to tell me... You plan to take some scientificy type sumthin' and make a aminimal that never walked God's great Earth?"

SCIENTIST: "What are you trying to say you illiterate savage?"

GOVERNMENT GUY 2: "I'M TALKING BOUT DINOSAURS MAN. YOU GON' MAKE A DINOSAUR THAT I CAN TREAT LIKE SOME SORT OF DOG OR SUMTHIN'?!"

SCIENTIST:" Yes, as a matter of fact that is what I am saying.  In theory I am almost certain it can work."

GOVERNMENT GUY 2:  Says to himself: "Man, this is crazy."

Government Guy 2 exits

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "Almost certain... Almost."

SCIENTIST: " I mean yeah.  It is still only a theory, but it is better than what we have right now.  Currently we have a big mess of a country due to a freaking zombie outbreak, and you guys are too busy worrying about whether or not you could treat a dinosaur like a dog.  GOOD THING YOU HAVE YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "Think about this though.  Say your dog-dinosaur is bitten, or scratched, wouldn't it become a zombie as well?"

SCIENTIST:  "The dinosaur has a very thick durable hide.  These zombies are much different from that of a human in their bodies.  They have human teeth and there is no possible way for the human canine tooth to pierce through."

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "Ok this doesn't seem like a terrible idea I suppose, but a dinosaur would never eat the rotten flesh of a zombie! You must know better than that.

SCIENTIST: "Well you see, I have already created one of these dinosaurs.  It doesn't rely on its jaws for destruction as much as its arms.  It is similar to that of a T-Rex, but I have modified it's genes to have very muscular arms that are much longer than before.  It is also equipped with a new style."

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "A new style... Oh my... What do you mean by that?"

SCIENTIST: " Well you see.  Throughout the years, style has changed drastically.  I didn't want this dinosaur to feel out of place or different.  You understand that, right?"

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "Oh yes of course.  We obviously don't want a 30 foot tall reptilian beast to stand out, or not fit in." He says sarcastically.

SCIENTIST: "Let me introduce to you... The Swiggidy Swagosaurus"

Enter Swiggidy Swagosaurus

SWIGGIDY SWAGOSAURUS: "RAAAAAWWWWWRWRRRR"

Government Guy 2 reenters and is terrified

GOVERNMENT GUY 2: "OH MY SWEET LAWD DEAR BABY JESUS I THANK THATS SUM SORTA DINO TYPE SAUR OR SUMTHIN!"

SCIENTIST: " Thank you captain obvious I don't think we knew that.  I'm so glad you are here to clarify that for us.  Now if you notice I have complete control over my dino.  It has been programmed to follow my orders."

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "So it has these massive muscular arms, but how do you know it will fight back?"

SCIENTIST:  "When threatened and given the correct command, the Swiggidy Swagosaurus has a change in its brain chemistry.  It will go full savage and slaughter the threat."

GOVERNMENT GUY 2: "PICS OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN BRO!"

The scientist orders the swiggidy swagosaurus to follow him outside of the lab.  The walk to the elevator, go to the main floor, and release the dino into the parking lot. 

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "Why isn't it doing anything yet?"

SCIENTIST: " I told you that it would need to be threatened first."

GOVERNMENT GUY 2: "WELL THREATEN IT OR SUMTHIN!"

SCIENTIST: "Im sorry, but were your parents twins?  Theres literally no way anyone could produce a child as unintelligent as you."

GOVERNMENT GUY 2: "Wait wut... I don't really follow what you are tryin to say."

SCIENTIST: Mumbles to Government Guy 1: "How the hell did he manage to make it as an agent?"

GOVERNMENT GUY 1: "I literally have no idea."

SCIENTIST: "Alright well if you will now pay attention to the Swiggidy Swagosaurus you will see it react to a threat."

Zombie slowly begins to approach

SWIGGIDY SWAGOSAURUS: "RAAAAAWWRWRWRWRWRWRRW!!!!!!"

Dino strikes the zombie. As you will.

GOVERNMENT GUY 2: "OH YEAH WOOOO HOOO! GET SUM YOU DEAD, BUT NOT SO DEAD DOOKIE HEAD!"

SCIENTIST: "As you have noticed it can definitely work."

Horde of zombies begins to approach, and the Swiggidy Swagosaurus readies itself for battle

GOVERNMENT GUY 2:  "OHHH YEAH GET EM! SICK EM JUNEBUG!!!"

SCIENTIST:  I don't yet know how it will be able to handle this many of them.  It isn't fully ready yet.

Dino charges horde of zombies, but is soon overwhelmed.  The more noise it makes, the more zombies that come.

SCIENTIST:  "RUN MY SWEETIE! BE FREE! DON'T LET THEM HAVE YOU!  We need to run now, there are too many around.  Run for the hills boys!"

All characters exit. The Swiggidy Swagosaurus works its way out of the horde and follows the Scientist.

End

Writing Starter 46

Dinosaurs could never defeat and army of the undead!
Why? What makes you think they couldn't?
Nothing will eat dead and rotten flesh obviously.
But when threatened they would retaliate.
If they are threatened and attacked they could potentially turn into zombie dinosaurs which would be even worse.
The hide of the dinosaur is thick enough that human teeth couldn't scratch it let alone bite through. So we might as well give it a try.
Oh yeah lets give it a try so if it fails our world is screwed even more. GREAT IDEA.
No need to get all sassy about it.  Do you have a better plan?
Well the army has usually been pretty consistent in the past.  Maybe we should try the basics before bringing back prehistoric beasts.
Oooh yes... The army.  I could genetically modify them to better combat the undead.
NO. WE WILL NOT GENETICALLY MODIFY THE SOLDIERS OF OUR ARMY.

Writing Starter 45

The best movie ever is obviously Django.
Are you stupid or dumb? Django isn't even that good.
How is it not good?!
It's full of unnecessary gore and profanity!
It is meant to accurately depict slavery, but a bit more enjoyable to watch.
Tarantino did a poor job of showing it.
What do you have to support that theory?
It was made to be too modern.  The way they act and talk isn't like how they would back then.
I disagree.  I think he did a good job of making the slave owners showing cruelty.
Agree to disagree.
I mean... I suppose.

Writing Starter 44

"Hey man did you tell anybody about that thing I told you last week?"
"What thing?"
"You know. The one about what happened at Prom?"
"Yeah I remember.  What about it?"
"Someone said you were telling people about it."
"I don't recall saying anything.  Do you think I would do that?"
"Don't BS me like that I know you did!"
"If you take me for that type of person, then do something about it.  Swing first Bro!"  Person two grabbed person ones hair and pulled his head down for knee to face contact.  "FINISH HIM!" person number two heard in his head so he round housed kicked him in the trekia.  They called it a good fight and went about their business.

Children's Story remade

There once was a Hummingbird who was nice to everybody.

He was always helping however he could.

There was also the Ferret who was not very nice.  He lied a lot, and put others down.

The Hummingbird noticed Ferret being mean and decided to talk to him.

"You're not a very pleasant fellow you know."  Hummingbird said.
"I know," Ferret said. "but I don't know how to make friends."
"Come with me, and i'll help you." Hummingbird said.

Hummingbird took Ferret with him around the forest and introduced him to as many other animals as he could.

"The first step is to do things for others as acts of kindness.  Once you start that people will start to accept you more."

Ferret spent the next few weeks helping other animals throughout to forest to boost his street credibility.

Ferret ended up making a lot of new friends and became a well respected member of the forest community.

Ferret and Hummingbird remained friends for years to follow.

Writing Starter 43

The janitor struggled to keep his head above water as the giant sewer alligator rolled him around.  The gator had a solid grip on his mop and wasn't letting go.  The janitor had to think of something to loosen its grip.  He got his hands in the jaws of the beast and pried them open forcing it to drop the mop.


The janitor was successful in the end

Dat Writing Starter 42 doe

Once upon a time Hansel and Gretel were out for a walk with Little Red Riding Hood.  They were on their way to visit their Aunt, and Little Red's grandmother.  When they heard something in the woods the kids became slightly frightened, but didn't think much of it. Red was off picking flowers for grandma when Hansel saw a wolf and took off running away.  Gretel chased after him.  Red came back to find them both gone.  She decided they went on ahead, so she kept on her way.

Children's Story Draft

It was late one evening, on a warm weekend night. Little Jimmy asked his Mom to read him a bed time story.  Jimmy was nervous for the plane ride in the morning.
"Of course i'll read you a story." She said.
"Once upon a time..." She began, and Jimmy started to feel sleepy.  His last thought was of his friend Timmy who had recently passed away as he began to nod off.
     He woke up in the car on the way to the Detroit metro.  It was a cloudy rainy day and it reminded him of his last moment with his best friend Timmy.  Seeing the rain on the windshield took him back to the UofM hospital watching the rain run down the windows as Timmy struggled to breath.  He stayed with him all night and watched as the life faded from his eyes.
"Mom, do you miss Timmy?"  He asked.
"What do you mean sweetie?" His mom replied fairly quickly.
"I mean do you ever think about what happened?"
"Not a day goes by that I don't." She said.
Jimmy let that sink in for a little bit, and began to think to himself that it never should have been him instead.  If he wouldn't have convinced Timmy sit shotgun.
"I wish Timmy and I could just switch places." He mumbled, and fell back asleep.
     When Jimmy woke up he wasn't in the car.  In fact he wasn't with his family at all.  He was in the back seat of Timmy's car, and he was alive and well.  When Jimmy went to talk to him it was as if no one could hear him.  His voice just echoed.  He reached out and his hand went phased right through the driver seat.  He started moving around frantically and freaking out.  What had happened?  Then it hit him.  He had wished for him and Timmy to switch places, and it actually happened.

Be careful what you wish for. It might just come true

   
 

Writing Starter 41

The lion lost his teeth for eating too much and the monkey must rollerblade because he was climbing too many trees.  When someone feels entitled that do what they want and think the have the right.  These characters took advantage of what they had, and lost something important.

Writing Starter 40

One christmas morning all the children woke up to a great big surprise. Everything was cotton candy!  All the children were as happy as could be, but there was something they didn't know about cotton candy. It is extremely flammable.  When little timmy went to light the candles he dropped the match and everything caught on fire!

Writing Starter 39

It was 1945. The eagles nest. The third reich was on it's knees.  In last ditch hopes to save the war effort professor John D. Stonefeller genetically altered kittens.  These kittens would distract the allied forces while the Germans would retreat.  Once he knew they had failed, he started producing them for the public.

Children's Story Brainstorm

1. Play outside, Hide and Seek,  Skateboard
2. Lets go mess with ___, "Your mom...",  I love my pants
3. You only miss the light when its burning low
4. A fictional character coming to life
5. Reading a book at a certain time of night gives you one wish
6. Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get
7. Do inanimate objects come alive when no one is around?

Writing Starter........ wait for it...... 38

The man who ate everything. He wasn't your average man due to the fact that he had this problem that he was never full.  If it was food he would eat it.  All the other people in town stayed away from him and laughed at him, but not little Billy.  Billy was curious about the man who ate everything.

Writing Starter 37

I hate peas.  When I was younger there was always something about them that I really did not like.  The way they were impossible to eat unless you had a spoon, the weird flavor they had, and how small they were.  They size just tripped me out.  I never got how they stayed inside of the pod either.  I didn't like peas for the same reason every other you kid didn't at first, but one day it got even worse. One day I was walking around downtown when I say a blacked out van with no windows that had "Free Candy" painted on the side.  What kid doesn't love candy?  I went over there to get some candy, but to my great  shock and disappointment the candy wasn't actually candy.  It was peas!  From that day on i've never liked peas or trusted black vans with "Free candy" painted on the side. I've grown up and i'll never forget the day... I ATE PEAS.

Dat numero 36 Writing El Startero

Clarence the cow was fast asleep. He was dreaming about lying in a field of hay. That was his favorite kind of dream. Just then, in his dream, a huge black cloud drifted in the sky above him. He looked up and stared at the cloud for a few seconds. That’s when he realized that it wasn’t a cloud and it wasn’t a dream. It was an odd shaped floating vehicle.  Clarence started to moo at it hoping it might communicate back, but a blue beam came down when he started.  Clarence felt a weird force on his body as it lifted him up in the air.  IT WAS A UFO!

Writing Starter 35

“Why didn’t you see the tree? You were looking right at it.” The duck said.
"Wait what tree?" The rabbit replied.
"The willow directly ahead can't you see it?" Duck question.
"I see nothing, everything is pitch black." Rabbit said with a hint of distress in his voice.
"What do you mean?" Duck asked.
"It's like i'm blind!"  Rabbit was beginning to get very frightened.
"Maybe its because your eyes are closed you goof ball!"
"Oh! That might be it." Rabbit was able to relax.
'That is quite a nice tree, isn't it?"
"That's what i was saying! Glad you agree."

Memoir

I'll never forget the sound of  the voices yelling behind me.  "Get back here you damn kids!" and my friends shouting at me "Run faster. Don't slow down".  We took off through the park behind the Library and didn't slow up for anything.  We had some geezer on our tails all pissed off for what we had been up to.
"Ditch the boards up here they're slowing us down". Ethan yelled at the rest of us.

          Before high school I thought it was cool to do a lot of stupid things.  This was during the time when the fads were: Skinny jeans, high tops, long hair, and skateboarding.  At this point in my past I had all of them.  My eighth grade year started out decent.  I was keeping all A's and was hanging out with good people.  I had recently quit soccer though which had a big impact on me.  After playing with one coach for nearly a decade it was rough to see him leave us.  As he was my favorite coach it only seemed fit for me to leave when he did.  I also hated the new guy because he was some uppity, self absorbed, Irish jerk.  Once I got out of soccer I spent a lot of time skateboarding, and hanging out with the middle schools burnouts (If that's even a thing), and skipping out on my school work.  It was getting bad because school was no longer my number one priority.  Although this was only middle school and grades didn't really make a difference, I should have been setting a standard to prepare myself for high school.   It didn't even occur to me during this time that I needed to change what I had been slipping into.  My teachers noticed, my old friends, and even my parents, but I didn't listen to anything they had to say.  I had my mind set on that fact that I was too good for that which would eventually come back around for the worse.

          I don't remember what the date was or even the day of the week, but I'll never forget what the day was like.  It was a warm, clear, sunny day.  One of those days were all you want to do is hang out outside.  The final school bell rang. Summer was here at last!  As i'm walking to my locker my buddies came up to me.
"Hey man you wanna come into town with us?"  Ethan asked.
"Sure let me just get my shit from my locker first."  I responded
We had cleared out our lockers the week before, but I would usually keep my skateboard in there.  I got my board and the guys and I left out the back door of Mill Creek.  We rode down the track to Wylie area then went to Mug n' Bops.
"Lets get some stuff from the gas station." I said.
We walked in and the owner had the look of disgust probably because we looked like a bunch of thugs.    I was never one for the whole "stealing things" for a few reasons.  One, I didn't think it was ever necessary, and two, I didn't have the grapes to do it.  The other guy I went with was my friend Kevin.
"Here hold my stuff." He demanded of me.  I agreed not knowing what he was going to be doing.  He started putting little things in his pockets that he didn't even need.  I didn't say anything about it at the time and now that I think about it I probably should have.  When we were done I went up to pay first, and the owner wasn't stupid.  He knew what was up.  He made all of us empty our pockets and backpacks.  I was happy he knew I hadn't taken anything but he told Ethan and Kevin to never come back.
"Lets go back to my house I have an idea." Kevin said.
Not knowing what he wanted to do I agreed.  When we got there, him and Ethan grabbed a few cans of spray paint.  My stupid self didn't think it was necessary to ask so I just went with it.  We skateboarded through town to the new bridge where they decided they were going to graffiti it.  They started off by drawing a sun, and then some profanity.
"You want to paint anything on there?" They asked me.
"No way man, that's not me." I replied.
I was shocked that they were willing to do this and I didn't want any part of it.  Now we are back to where my story began.  Running from some geezer that saw us down there.  I asked myself constantly as I was running away: "Why do you let yourself get caught up in all this?" and I was never able to come up with an answer.  We hauled ass up the stairs in the park after ditching the boards and hid in the library.  We waited there for about a half hour until things calmed down a little bit.  We went back, got our boards, and I told the guys that I had to go home.  I walked to my Moms work and waited there for her to get off.  I didn't want to hang out with those guys anymore because they did nothing but get me caught up in their crap.
          It was at this time in my life that I realized it was time for a change.  I didn't want to be that kid that did all that illegal stuff and all the adults hated.  I started to work my way into new friend groups.  Freshman year started and it was time to get back into sports.  I went to soccer try outs and made JV as a freshman.  I went on to have a very successful year both academically and in my extra curricular activities.  I hung out with a lot of the football kids, and started playing xbox more.  I distanced myself from all that gang land Dexter thug type stuff and found a better group of guys to be around.  I joined the Rugby team and fit in instantly.  Playing both years on the A team has given me a lot of good experience and every guy on that team is like a brother to me.  I'm glad I was able to turn my life around from all the stupid things I did when I was younger.

Writing Starter 34

Yes, this is how I express my self.  I need to show my emotions some home and the easiest way is by painting these walls.  I keep it simple by only painting abandoned buildings.  Expressing myself isn't always easy, but this helps.

Writing Starter 33

I’m hiding in the tree tonight, and when they come back to finish it, I’ll make them pay.  These kids are always painting the  walls of my building, and i'm sick of it.  Im going to wait up in this tree and when they come back ill get them with the fire hose.  That will teach them a lesson.

Writing Starter 32

I’m just glad they’re not any taller or I’d have to get out a ladder.  I really didn't want to have to clean the graffiti off of these walls because it would take forever.  It had the entire winter to sit, so it's quite difficult to get off.  I'd rather be inside watching basketball than out here cleaning up this mess of a city.

Writing Starter 31

The craziest (best) part of my family is how uncensored they are.  Whenever we are together for family gatherings everyone is very crude and it makes it much more enjoyable.  My grandpa is the best because he was a special type of humor.  He was in the Marine corps when he was younger so he still has some of that in him.

Writing Starter 30

When I was younger my favorite movie was Shrek.  I loved Shrek because of how funny it was, Donkey, and how they incorporated all the other fairy tale characters.  The way Dreamworks was able to have characters in the movie that were from all different stories was very unique.  I really clicked with Shrek because I was really into the whole animated Disney, Pixar, and or Dreamworks movies.

Writing Starter 29

A place that feels safe for me is home. When I use the term "Home" I don't necessarily mean where I live.  Home is where the heart is, and that can be a lot of places.  A lot of my friends have homes where I feel as if I belong.  They're my second family and I feel welcome, safe, and at home there.  There is no distinct smell, sound, or look to these places due to how many of them there are.  These places are important because I like to feel as if I am at home when i'm away, or feel welcomed when I need to get away from my personal house.

Writing Starter 28

I remember the first time I drove by myself.  It was late, and all I could see was what the lights shined on.  Getting out to the car I could feel the light rain on my arms, and the could taste the mist in the air.  Ill never forget the sound of water rushing behind my house.  The smell of spring, wherever I went.  This was a very important moment for me because when it happened I wasn't old enough to drive, and it was late at night.  I was trying new things.

Writing Starter XXVII

Ill never forget the time I was at my grandpas house shooting guns for the first time.  He started me out with a shotgun and it was the worst thing ever.  I was only about 10 years old and he had shoot the 20 gauge.  It sucked, and i was unprepared. Moral of the story is don't shoot guns.  They do you hurt.

Writing Starter XXVI

Mrs. Nichols was the best
Because she was so nice
She had two dogs that were so nice
and their collars were red

Song Lyric Brainstorm

Wild Boy

Diamonds on the Inside

Half Naked and Almost Famous

The Taliban Song

The Death of a True Thug

The Wild Taliban

Wild and Almost Thug

The Death of the Famous

Almost Famous On the Inside

The Naked Song

This song is about Osama Bin Laden

The US of A is chasing down that terrorist scum

Taking Place is 2011

Taking place in the country of Pakistan

BECAUSE WE'RE AMERICA AND WE DON'T TAKE NO SHIT

After 9/11 we went hard on terrorist hunting and found Osama and done him dead

Terrorist

Gun

AMERICA

War

Navy Seals

Peace

Freedom

Survival

Failure

Bacon

Writing Starter XXV

Imagine your 5 year child, without the doubt out of his heart                                            Where world wars were still existent; and every mountain's to big
That sky was unique, my last birthdays residence
And even then, I made new evidence
because positive thoughts are actual thing
Way after gangster stuff had us packing bags
I'd learn Breakdance before idol performance 
Way after you got that bling shit
Way after I ate the farm grown
got crap too many times, back outside Kurrajong slums
I broke out our VHS, envision long evening
Day after night, I'd run it out, reciting my lines
working and trying what we imagined, outside of the mind
copped a piece off ya dad Shabadoo he had it for em
To ruin the town, If we ever worked it in California
but then that moment rose, my momma said im going
hopped on that jumbo jet, we flew across an ocean, say
Oh man, Im want to survive to the midnight
too keep moving through hell to a dim hope
And at the people, I state when we're humming some blues
If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you.

What I Watch

Been watching American Idol, and there isn't a lot of talent this year. Its disappointing

Songwriting

Unfazed by your everlasting lie,
The way you cover up all of your imperfections
Acting like you are the puppet master
What is true, what is false, your honesty just passing by

Smack you around so you know what its like to feel
That you're the one that would never be able to make a deal
To continue that life you cease to live

I won't bow to you for what you will not say
You think that you have all of the answers
But soon enough you will have to pay
For all things you have done to me

Smack you around so you know what its like to feel

That you're the one that would never be able to make a deal

To continue that life you cease to live

Maybe I will be able to live

When things are different from the light I give
All will know the way things are

Smack you around so you know what its like to feel

That you're the one that would never be able to make a deal

To continue that life you cease to live

Writing Starter XXIV

I would listen to Salvation by Five Finger Death Punch.  It is talking about how vague the entire world is and how so much is left unanswered.  I like it because it combines metal music, and singing.  It has a really good beat.  It means a lot because I agree with the stance FFDP takes in it.

Monchielle

To live life at the most,

Is to do stupid stuff,

And have fun doing it

YOLO is the motto
Cause this is all you get

To live life at the most
You have to not worry
About all the bad things
And focus on what's good
You're an Ace amongst Kings

To live life at the most
You can not stress about
What's not in your control
The aim of life is life
And to set a far goal

To live life at the most
Focus on what is now
Not what is, or what was
Be with your friends and peers
Live in the social buzz
 

Writing Starter XXIII

Dear friend

A long time its been old sport

So young we were way back then

Friends we were, you and I

A lot I have been up to, indeed

Partaking in sport and such

Killin it I be in school

Waltz in I do with a swagger so fresh

Sestina

Spring, Sun, Leaves, Trees, Wind, World

The fresh feeling of Spring,

Shining down comes the sun,

On the freshly fallen leaves,

 From the shadowing trees.

The rustling above from the powerful wind

Showing me the ways of the world

A cruel place it is, the world

Masked by the pleasantries of spring,

But losing its identity under the wind

Only to be saved by the warmth of the sun.

Imperfections of the trees

Both hidden and shown by the leaves

It's time to take away the leaves

To expose this world,

And the life given by these trees,

In the healthy months of spring

When the strongest thing is our sun

And let the planet be cleansed in the wind

The earths anger shown by wind

Helplessness shown by dying leaves

At the mercy of our powerful sun

Able to scorch our entire world

There is no safety in Spring

Only in the shadow of the trees

Life shown by these trees
Scattered around by the strong wind
That comes during the months of spring

Colorful land made by leaves
Making a better place of our world
Life given by the sun

Excessive heat from the sun
Trying the hurt the earths trees
Attacking the wellbeing of the world
Powerful wind
Killing the leaves
That are fresh from Spring

Time to save the world, from these winds
And let the sun help these trees
Create the healthy leaves in the season of spring

Writing Starter XXII

Rugby, Devils, Men

The season has begun, my life of Rugby

Playing a game of pure bred men

Friends, Teammates, Devils

Cracking heads is a thing of Rugby

A team saying of "God, I love men"

These guys, These Devils

Writing Starter XXI

Concerned, Worried,

Anxiety struck me instantly 

What is his plan?

The cops have been called

What would the police do if he chose to ran

I think i'll stay around for a while

For this whole situation has got me appalled 

Sorry Poem

Dear Brother, I am sorry

I am sorry I made you mad all those times

Long ago before I knew better

You yelled at me

We had our fights, but in the end

We always got over it

It would take minutes,

Or sometimes days

You were my best friend growing up

You never knew that

Until now

The house feels empty without my brother here

You're off at college with all your pals

While I'm here in Dexter

With Jasper

An attempt to fill a void

Home doesn't feel like home

With a German in your room

Being my "Brother"

Please forgive me for when we fight,

You're the oldest, and must always be right

Writing Starter XX

The Ocean

Salt in the air

Fresh, away from everything

The smell of nature

Smothering you to a point of comfortability

Shakespeare Sonnet

I sat alone, and quietly in class

Attention somewhere but not on my school

Never did I think about how I'd pass

Thinking how badly I just want a pool

The teacher is calling my name again

I'm unaware that he has stopped the class

All I think is "This teacher must love men"

Walks around like there's a stick up his ass

I stand up prepared to walk out the room

I know I need to focus on school more,

But this guy should have never left the womb

Looks like he wants to hit me with an oar

I sit back down terrified of this man

Next time ill prepare myself a game plan

Writing Starter XIX

My recent journey was so daring

Taking this chance has got me caring

I started this enterprise from the dirt

But all it has given me is hurt

I lay in the hotel lobby

Of the DaVinci, located in Abu Dhabi

Bankrupt

Memory Poem

The day you told me I was a failure

I'll never forget

"Be more like your brother"

I guess he'll be our family savior

I didn't understand

How my choice was void

All you did was demand

That I go get employed

Arguing for weeks

I wouldn't listen

You just wanted me to be another one of those geeks

I could see the tears glisten

Every time I said those dreadful words

Reassuring comments time after time

Don't worry, Mom

Im gonna be fine

You began to accept it

As days went by

But I could always see when you wanted to cry

Dad sought to change my mind

Mitch fought, said I was being blind

This big distress

Would never end

Nevertheless,

I'd hope to amend

Family,

Do not oppress 

Over what you can't control

I wished this wouldn't have been a scene,

But I'm going to be a Marine

Writing Starter XVIII

Alan Crofoot, who are you?

Acting for you was child's play

Born in Ontario, this is true?

Or thats at least what you always used to say

I don't believe it's only a myth

That on that fateful day

You leaped from the fifth

Never again will you have anything to say

Pantoum (Rugby Poem)

Rugby is happiness

Rugby isn't a sport, but a lifestyle

It is a time for passion

Strangers become friends

Friends become brothers

It is a time for passion

Doing what you love

With the people you love

Bleeding is a sign you worked hard

Doing what you love

Day by day

Practicing hours on end

Weather is never a factor

Day by day

We get better and better

Until we can't be beat

Rugby isn't a sport, but a lifestyle

Writing Starter XVII

Dear tree: Your roots are like the veins of nature. What is it like to overlook the world?

Age and wisdom beyond any other

Strength and persistence unmatched

You are natures mother

Limbs of life all healthily attached 

When you go down, the whole earth comes unfurled

Ideogram

J A fishhook waiting to be baited

A Branches of a tree formed in just the right way

K A Swiss Army knife open in every way

E The positive end of backpack buckles

Writing Starter XVI

Cat

Sandpaper tongue

Always licking me

Soft fur against my hand

He's always purring

Never unhappy

Samson

SYNESTHESIA

Red

Red is strong

In Summer, unborn

In fall it is old

Red looks like Russia

Tastes like apples

Red falls from the trees

Leaves brushing against my skin

Smells like cinnamon

Freshly coated onto donuts

It sounds like PAIN AND DESTRUCTION

Writing Starter XV

Home

Walking alone in each empty room

I could feel the dark shadows loom

Over my head

The only light was from the lamp over my bed

At night I could always hear my heartbeat boom

SWAG

Poem Round II

You

The best thing about you is your attitude

So happy and confident

No, the best thing about you is what you wear

You always dress to impress 

No, the best thing about you is your gratitude

You are always grateful for everything

No, the best thing about you is your hair

So long and luscious

No, the best thing about you is your smell

The hint of vanilla in the air

No, the absolute best thing about you is your spouse

I love the way they lie there in the dark when they don't know i'm watching which is totally not creepy at all.

Writing Starter XIV

Dream

I sat alone in the chair

Rocking back and forth, heart filled with despair

All I did was stare

At the one single bear, missing patches of hair

Noise

Körper

Tiefe Atemzüge aus der Nase

klapperten die Zähne zusammen

Haar reibt sich

aber mein Herz schlägt leise

Kleidung Reiben auf der Haut

Aufstoßen nach dem Essen

Magen Gurgeln

aber mein Herz schlägt leise

der Hals beim Schlucken
Rissfugen mit Bewegung
sprechen zu denen um
aber mein Herz schlägt leise

Writing Starter XIII

Birdie

By Jake Rayer

My birdie so soft

So blue and smooth like glue

He sits in my loft

And tobacco is all he will chew

Writing Starter XII

“That’s weird." Thought Cupid. "I’ve never hit the wrong person like that before.”
Cupid misjudged the speed of his target and missed by a few feet.  He hit this large female that had the biggest unibrow in existence. The first man she saw was David Beckham.  She threw herself at him.  Before David could resist her, her awful stench knocked him out.  She tied him up, put him over her shoulder, and disappeared into the mist.  That was the last anyone had ever heard of David Beckham.

Writing Starter XI

My wife sprints out on all four and takes the odd meat package and devours it like a savage.  I need to restrain her before things get worse.  I put the taser to her neck and immobilize her.  After calming her down i chain her back up in the attic and go about my daily business.

Writing Starter X

That Thursday morning had been going so well until I found the neighborhood handyman dead on my workroom floor. There was a note on his chest that read good luck explaining this one.  Moments after reading it I head police sirens all around my house, and banging on my front door.  
"LAPD! Open the fucking door!"
I sat next to the body and waited.

Writing Starter IX

My passion is Rugby.  It is my favorite thing to do with some of the best people i've ever met. I love the game, and love being able to forget about everything and just knock some heads with some guys i think of as family.  School makes it difficult to follow my passion of rugby because school requires more dedication.  I need to focus on school a lot, so i can go to the college of my choice, but i'd rather just play sports all day.

Short Story

The man walked through the open empty halls of what was left of the house.  The house had been broken, floors destroyed, and parts burnt to a crisp.  As he looked out over the bare landscape from a blown out wall, he began to remember.  The first flashback that came was of a woman.  She walked the same halls, but they seemed to be in better condition.  She laughed, smiled, and looked at him.  Who was this woman?  The man quickly looked at his finger for a wedding ring, but there was no such luck.  The man continued to explore the house, and came across another room with a baby's crib in it. The flashback began.  There was a figure, but not the same as the woman cradling a baby.  When she began to speak no words came out.  What did she sound like who was she?  As he continued to explore more questions were created than answered.  As the man walked towards the door to leave another flashback happened, but this one was different.  There was fighting, chaos, and pandemonium throughout the streets.  There was a really bright light, and he heard sound.  Screaming, crying, crazed laughing, but worst of all... The explosion.  The mushroom cloud seemed to never end, and the sounds were too much to handle.  He looked over and saw the woman from before, and as she was about to say all he heard was the sound of an alarm.

John woke up fast, scared of that same dream he had been having for weeks.  He looked to his left, and Lucy was still sound asleep.  He got out of bed and put .  He walked down the cold, hardwood steps to the kitchen, so he could make breakfast.  Because it was Tuesday it was a waffle, bacon, and coffee day.  He prepared a plate for Lucy as well because he knew how much she loved waffles, and before he could even finish his coffee he felt the warmth of her hands on his back.  

“Good morning.” She said with a smile on her face. It had been a while since he’d seen her smile like that.  Since the death of their son she hadn’t gotten out of bed very much.  She had shut down completely, but she seemed to slowly be getting better.

“How are you doing?” John asked.

“Feelin better, how are you? You’re up early”. Lucy replied.

“Couldn’t sleep.  The usual”. John answered.

Lucy knew exactly what John meant by that, but she didn’t want to bring it up.  John stood up from the dining room table and put on his new leather shoes. Freshly polished as of yesterday. John felt the heat of the warm summer sun on his back, and the cool mist in the air at the same time. The thin layer of dew on his scarlet red 62' corvette reflected the light in such a beautiful way. Little did John know this was going to be the most stressful day of his life.

The Pentagon was busier than central station even at the ungodly hour of 6 am. On his way to his office he was stopped by some men in black suits.
"The President needs to speak to you right now." One of the men said. He was tall, and had very broad shoulders. He had a seasoned look about him like a had been in war, and had a long scar down his neck. Being the Presidents personal advisor had its perks, but it really stressed John out.

The president looked distressed and worried. Being in office had really taken its toll on Mr. Kennedy even though it had only been 2 years. "The blockade around cuba is experiencing some resistance from a nuclear soviet sub. If this can't be avoided we could have serious issues."

writing starter VIII

Life would be so much easier if i was a cartoon character. Everything would be so much more fun.  I could be anything i wanted to, and i would want to be like mickey mouse.  I would hang out with him, mini, and goofy and we would party all day.  Anything bad that happened to me would be resolved quickly and easily.  Pain wouldn't be a thing.  But best of all I would be in a cartoon world where anything is possible.  Things that are 100% implausible could happen. I could sucker punch a person into a super sonic jet and then they would use their pants as a parachute.  That would be gnarly.

writing starter 7

The best thing that has happened to my character is his promotion into a powerful government/NATO position.  My character has a love interest, and it is his wife, Lucy.  He doesn't really care about politics because his job is the same no matter who is in office.  This character has a strong want to have a family.  His wife hasn't been ready for the task, and all he wants is to just be a dad.

character sketches

1. John Kirkham: Works for government, and has a relatively boring life.  It is the year 1962.
A. He gets caught up in the cuban missile crisis
B. Blamed for the Cold War turning hot
2. Lucy Kirkham: Wife of John, stay at home mom.
A. has miscarriage
B. Dies in nuclear strike
3. Colonel Louis C. Legstrong: Colonel in US military, gives order to John Kirkham, secret bad guy
A. Caught being an inside man for the Soviets
B. Death by low volt electric chair
4. Jesse Pinkerton: Captain of USS Beale
A. Initiates WW3
B. Dies
5. Tyler the Village Lier: Known to lie a lot, but predicts the end all along
A. Waka Flocka Flame call him out for lying
B. Busted for plagiarism

writing starter 6

My short story plot would be during the Cold War era and have a man that keeps having this dream of a nuclear war. He has no recollection of what happened during his dreams other than occasional flashbacks.  Every time he wakes up at the same part to the sound of his alarm.  The character is a relatively normal guy other than the fact he works for the government (Homeland security and Defense).  It is during the height of the cuban missile crisis in 1962 when the US ship Beale was threatening the Soviet Nuclear submarine to surface.  Instead of the soviet ship deciding not to attack they launch their lone nuclear tipped missile at the Beale.  The US blockade around cuba is decimated and world war 3 begins.  The characters job was to communicate with the US forces at their stations and he gave the orders to the Beale.

writing starter5

There once was a boy, and his name was Mousecop.  Mousecop loved himself some sweet, tasty, crunchy, Rice Krispie cereal.  He loved it because the salt and corn were a perfect combination.  His sense of taste was phenomenal, and he could taste things no other boy could. The only down side was he had low iron.  Because of his low iron he had to eat a lot of his favorite cereal which made him very hyper due to the high levels of sugar in it. When he got too hyper, his mother demanded that he go outside.  Mousecop spent a lot of time outside.  His vitamin D levels were astronomical because of that and he died from vitamin D overdose.

Flash Fiction

The man walked through the open empty halls of what was left of the house.  The house had been broken, floors destroyed, and parts burnt to a crisp.  As he looked out over the bare landscape from a blown out wall, he began to remember.  The first flashback that came was of a woman.  She walked the same halls, but they seemed to be in better condition.  She laughed, smiled, and looked at him.  Who was this woman?  The man quickly looked at his finger for a wedding ring, but there was no such luck.  The man continued to explore the house, and came across another room with a baby's crib in it. The flashback began.  There was a figure, but not the same as the woman cradling a baby.  When she began to speak no words came out.  What did she sound like who was she?  As he continued to explore more questions were created than answered.  As the man walked towards the door to leave another flashback happened, but this one was different.  There was fighting, chaos, and pandemonium throughout the streets.  There was a really bright light, and he heard sound.  Screaming, crying, crazed laughing, but worst of all... The explosion.  The mushroom cloud seemed to never end, and the sounds were too much to handle.  He looked over and saw the woman from before, and as she was about to say something the flashback ended.

Writing Starter dialogue

B: "I can't believe you would do this."
G: "It was an honest mistake I swear!"
B:""An honest mistake" THATS B.S."!
G: "How was I supposed to know that it wasn't you?"
B: "Ummm, I don't know, maybe the fact that he didn't look, sounds or act like me?!"
G: "He was wearing a mask!"
B: "What the actual ---"
T: "Woah, woah woah, lets take this down a notch. Both of you go to class."
B: "No, we're not done talking about this."
G: "Please don't get her involved."
T: "What happened?"
G: " Oh no...'
B: "It all started last weekend......"

Flash fiction introduction

1. It is related to America because the author wants to name the novel "Great American Novel".
2. A flash fiction is defined as a story fewer than 1000 words.
3. Keeping them short takes more effort and skill because you only write 10% leaving the other 90% to be conjured by the reader.
4. Provide a beginning of the next part of the story, but keep it ambiguous.
5. Yes I agree. We live in a world of social media where without even knowing it we have written short stories.

writing starter poem

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You looked at me.

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You spoke to me.

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You touched my hand.

I tried to explain, but I couldn’t.

You turned away.

I did try to explain, but I couldn’t.

You swung first.

I tried to duck, but I couldn't.

Fist to the eye.

I didn't think it would happen, but it did.

I punched a girl.

You didn't believe me, but i put you down.

Haymaker.

Left hook.

Right hook.

I win.