Almost forgot to post mine her her topic of last week since I missed it. I owe her that.
Music has always been one of my best friends. Through good times and bad (and maybe even just for fun), it has always been there for me. I can always find a song that applies to what I'm feeling or what me or my and my friends are going through. I have never stuck to one favorite, though. Of course two songs that have always been close to me are Love Me When I'm Gone and I'm Here Without You, which used to play on the radio all the time around the time my grandma died in 2005, a couple days before my sixth birthday. A few other songs that always remind me of my "uncle" Ryan are How to Save a Life, Move Along, and Bad Day. Those songs were played at his funeral or around the time he died, and I will never forget them. Music can trigger happy and even the saddest of memories.
Music is my life and passion and so is writing. One day, I do hope to become famous in these two major arts and help people see what I have seen and help people with the same passions keep on dreaming their dreams. Music can be a very touchy subject for me. Some can make you cry. Whether they are happy or sad tears depends on the song or the memory that goes along with it. Even if the song isn't that good, it can be beautiful to someone standing next to you. If it seems wrong to the person you're with, it can remind you of a terrible mistake you made or a time in your life.
I hope music will always be a part of my life and a passion of mine.
Showing posts with label sarah's post. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sarah's post. Show all posts
Monday, 7 January 2013
Topic and Apology
Hey! MY turn for master of the week! :) So sorry about not posting. How me and Stormi got grounded on like the same day is WAY beyond me. But, here is our topic for the week. And since I absolutely LOOOOOVE fiction... :3
Write a story about being captured in an alien spaceship. You have to include at least two objects that are on the spacecraft to help you get off and some of the alien words and their meaning. Make sure to give details about how the aliens look, what kinds of things they seem to be able to do, and how and why they capture you for whatever reason.
I've had a week to think about this and I like my topic. :)
'Til I post again,
Sarah
Write a story about being captured in an alien spaceship. You have to include at least two objects that are on the spacecraft to help you get off and some of the alien words and their meaning. Make sure to give details about how the aliens look, what kinds of things they seem to be able to do, and how and why they capture you for whatever reason.
I've had a week to think about this and I like my topic. :)
'Til I post again,
Sarah
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Gender-Swapped Twilight
This is just the first chapter or so summarized 'cause I'm not re-writing the whole damn book. XD Edward is not in this, sorry. Just the friendship between "Ben" and Jake.
-------------------------------------------------------
My dad pulled up to his house, a place I hadn't seen in several years. He lead me up to my room, which was exactly the way I left it. Bright it's-a-boy! blue walls and lego's as well as action figures stored in the messy closet. I had stopped coming here for the summers for several years. I couldn't believe my dad hadn't even moved anything. The only thing that was different was the bed, which I wouldn't have fit in if it were the old one.
"So, you start school tomorrow," my dad said as we heard a car pull up in the yard. I didn't bother to look outside. "I wanted to give you something to get there."
I raised an eyebrow. "You got me a car?"
"Well, Ben," he replied," it's nothing much, of course. It's just a ratty old truck."
I grinned. "I like 'em that way."
He lead me outside and, to my surprise, there was his good old friend Billy and his son, my old friend, Jacob.
"Hey." Jake said casually. "Long time no see Benny."
I grinned and punched him playfully in the arm. "I told you never to call me that again."
He grinned back. "You've been gone for years. It doesn't count anymore." He gave me his smile. I'm not gay, but his smile was really perfect and just teased you. Made you wanna smile back, you know?
"Yes. But the word 'never' refers lasts forever."
"Damn." he cursed. "Guess you're right."
"Hey," I said, changing the subject," do you go to my school? I start tomorrow."
"Sorry, no." he answered. "I go to school on the rez."
"Oh." Damn. "Okay. Woulda been cool to know someone though." I said
"Yeah." he replied. "Sorry bro."
That was when Billy cut in. "Well, son, we should get going. Just wanted to drop off the truck."
Oh yeah. "Thanks a lot." I said politely with a smile.
-----------------------------------------------
This story would be different if Bella were a boy in the way that "he" and Jacob would just be friends. Probably really good friends. Instead of Jacob and Edward fighting over his love, they would probably fight over simple friendship. I don't think much with the Volturi or the others would change.
"Ben" is a lot more insensitive than Bella considering he is a boy. His actions and words would be a lot more boyish than Bella's more feminine side.
-----------------------------------------------
Sorry, that was brief. I don't have much time today and I ran out. In the future, this hopefully won't happen.
'Til I post again,
Sarah
-------------------------------------------------------
My dad pulled up to his house, a place I hadn't seen in several years. He lead me up to my room, which was exactly the way I left it. Bright it's-a-boy! blue walls and lego's as well as action figures stored in the messy closet. I had stopped coming here for the summers for several years. I couldn't believe my dad hadn't even moved anything. The only thing that was different was the bed, which I wouldn't have fit in if it were the old one.
"So, you start school tomorrow," my dad said as we heard a car pull up in the yard. I didn't bother to look outside. "I wanted to give you something to get there."
I raised an eyebrow. "You got me a car?"
"Well, Ben," he replied," it's nothing much, of course. It's just a ratty old truck."
I grinned. "I like 'em that way."
He lead me outside and, to my surprise, there was his good old friend Billy and his son, my old friend, Jacob.
"Hey." Jake said casually. "Long time no see Benny."
I grinned and punched him playfully in the arm. "I told you never to call me that again."
He grinned back. "You've been gone for years. It doesn't count anymore." He gave me his smile. I'm not gay, but his smile was really perfect and just teased you. Made you wanna smile back, you know?
"Yes. But the word 'never' refers lasts forever."
"Damn." he cursed. "Guess you're right."
"Hey," I said, changing the subject," do you go to my school? I start tomorrow."
"Sorry, no." he answered. "I go to school on the rez."
"Oh." Damn. "Okay. Woulda been cool to know someone though." I said
"Yeah." he replied. "Sorry bro."
That was when Billy cut in. "Well, son, we should get going. Just wanted to drop off the truck."
Oh yeah. "Thanks a lot." I said politely with a smile.
-----------------------------------------------
This story would be different if Bella were a boy in the way that "he" and Jacob would just be friends. Probably really good friends. Instead of Jacob and Edward fighting over his love, they would probably fight over simple friendship. I don't think much with the Volturi or the others would change.
"Ben" is a lot more insensitive than Bella considering he is a boy. His actions and words would be a lot more boyish than Bella's more feminine side.
-----------------------------------------------
Sorry, that was brief. I don't have much time today and I ran out. In the future, this hopefully won't happen.
'Til I post again,
Sarah
Monday, 31 December 2012
My Bullying Experience
One day when I was about eight or nine I went to the swimming pool at my mom's work. A boy about my age was playing with me and some other girls. He left for a awhile and the girls and I started to play a game of water volleyball.
"Hey, can I play?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. Let us finish this game first." was my reply.
I guess he wasn't too terribly happy with my answer because about five minutes later, he came up to me, popped the ball out of my hands, and stole the ball. I thought he just really wanted to play, but I told him to let us finish the game and then he could play with us. Instead of calming down or throwing a fit, he dunked my head underwater and wouldn't let me back up. The sad part was that his mother was sitting right in front of us reading a magazine and didn't do a thing about it. I overpowered him and brought my head up. I should have went and told an adult, but anger got the best of me. I took the volleyball from his hands and nailed him in the head with it.
I got grounded for hitting him in the head with the ball and then slamming the gate on my way out because they said I had to leave. I realized that I should have went straight to my parents afterward (since there was no lifeguard). It has affected me in the way that I try to stay calm in these situations now and to go straight to an adult, unless you are trapped or have no other option. The way my parents explained it like this:
1. Go to an adult.
2. If not available, scream for help.
3. If no one is around to hear you, kick their ass.
So violence is almost never the answer to me. I've learned to keep calm in tight situations and not blow up instantly (even though I am still working on it because of my terrible temper). Hope you've learned a little something from this.
--------------------------------
Note: I hope I did this right. This is my first post after all. Can't help but worry some. ;)
'Til I post again,
Sarah
"Hey, can I play?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. Let us finish this game first." was my reply.
I guess he wasn't too terribly happy with my answer because about five minutes later, he came up to me, popped the ball out of my hands, and stole the ball. I thought he just really wanted to play, but I told him to let us finish the game and then he could play with us. Instead of calming down or throwing a fit, he dunked my head underwater and wouldn't let me back up. The sad part was that his mother was sitting right in front of us reading a magazine and didn't do a thing about it. I overpowered him and brought my head up. I should have went and told an adult, but anger got the best of me. I took the volleyball from his hands and nailed him in the head with it.
I got grounded for hitting him in the head with the ball and then slamming the gate on my way out because they said I had to leave. I realized that I should have went straight to my parents afterward (since there was no lifeguard). It has affected me in the way that I try to stay calm in these situations now and to go straight to an adult, unless you are trapped or have no other option. The way my parents explained it like this:
1. Go to an adult.
2. If not available, scream for help.
3. If no one is around to hear you, kick their ass.
So violence is almost never the answer to me. I've learned to keep calm in tight situations and not blow up instantly (even though I am still working on it because of my terrible temper). Hope you've learned a little something from this.
--------------------------------
Note: I hope I did this right. This is my first post after all. Can't help but worry some. ;)
'Til I post again,
Sarah
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)