THE FINAL PRESENTATION. By Patrick Lee. Personal Reflection. I feel that at least for me writing is a way to escape from an ordinary life and create an extraordinary one, or in many cases just exaggerate the ordinary. Self Quote.
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By Patrick Lee
I feel that at least for me writing is a way to escape from an ordinary life and create an extraordinary one, or in many cases just exaggerate the ordinary
you live you're life in a canoe, you're handed a paddle and told to row against the current, then pushed off shore into the river, the current sweeps you away and sometimes you will hit the white water rapids and you keep on rowing then the current will ease and you'll push your way past the current, eventually though the river will win, the current will sweep you away and down the inevitable waterfall
Airplane Flying over my house, I used to fly a lotMany family trips with my mom, dad and sistersDad used to be the manager of Northwest at BradleyDiscounts on tickets were nice, But now he works for Homeland SecuritySure, it pays more but we don’t really travel anymoreI miss seeing the world, It’s not all about the money I guessSeeing as I was more happy when we had less of itBack when my mom and dad were togetherBack when I was youngBack when there were no worries or responsibilitiesI miss being a kid, I miss that true family feel we hadMy next door neighbor was my best friend Me and him playing out in the field Imaginations unfolding as we slew imaginary monstersThen we grew up and I moved to a different townI miss fighting those monsters with my friendI want to go back to the way things wereBut things changeI hope we can all get back together So we can go on aAirplane
Free verse- it is not organized into meters
Inspiration- the things I miss about my past.
The man sits there in his cell scratching his untrimmed beard pondering life, pondering his existence, just pondering. He stares into the window wanting to leave, wanting to live outside these walls once more, he felt as if he was dyeing inside them. He then writes in his journal of his life, having nothing else to his name anymore but his memories. He then picked up a book, he had to have read it at least a hundred times. what else could he do to kill time though? He then got up and jumped on a pipe hanging from the ceiling and started exercising. When he pulled himself up his muscles popped from his muscular build. No sweat comes; his body does not have enough water to provide it. A guard opens his cell door, the only human contact he had daily. He threw a dish on the table then slammed the cell shut. He shovels it down but saving a small portion of the bread. He stuffs the bread into a small hole in the wall. A small critter snatches it gratefully. The sun set, the only thing left to do is sleep. As he drifted into dreams, he told himself there is such a thing as love. To live in confinement, is that a life at all?
Repetition- when I repeat the words pondering and wanting in one sentence
Parable- the truth that living in prison is hardly worth calling living
Imagery- the description of the man and how he carries out his days
The car was totaled and even if it was working he wouldn’t b able to flip it up to its normal position. He cut off the seat belt with his knife, holding his hand against the ceiling so he wouldn’t crash onto it. Before he left the car he grabbed his flashlight from his glove compartment and the magnum pistol. He rolled out of the car and stood up, the road was nowhere in sight, but now he was in front of a very old and very large house. If one could even call it a house, it looked more like a mansion. From within the house came an old, fragile voice, “Come inside boy, please and the truth will be revealed.” Wielding his pistol he walked towards the house, hesitant to listen to this stranger, but he had nowhere else to go. He opened the door as the floors creaked and groaned, he peered around but saw nothing but darkness. “Hello?”
reader nor the
character know what
is happening or why?
All the horror movies
I’ve watched in my life
And stories I’ve read. Also
When I was kid and my
imagination would turn the world
into something that was out to
Narration- I tell the story and it is told
from my point of view
Exposition- When he leaves town
to escape the horrors that are after
him, and also when the witch explains the curse
He felt a heavy blow on his left ribcage and heard several of them snap. The hit sent him flying several feet onto the ground. Wincing form the pain he looked up at his foe, a large, dark skinned brute with spikes protruding from his spine and saliva dripping from his mouth. The beast let out a roar and drew a shiny, metallic blade that looked as if it must have belonged to a great warrior of legend. The beast looked at the Kit-Kat licking his lips, “My chocolate!” it roared. The beast reached for the floating wafers but the ninja lunged himself at the monster, blades raised to strike. It deflected the assault though and then the two proceeded to attack and deflect each other in an epic duel.
“Boromir” by Pat LeeI was watching you in the movie The Lord of the Rings, You had an order from your father to take the ring for Gondor from Frodo,He told you that this ring could be used against the enemy,You, a loyal soldier and son of Gondor, followed this and several times tried to take it,In the end, he escaped and you could not have your prize, At this moment when you realized you were wrong, You fended for the lives of two other hobbitsScared for their lives as they watched you slay the enemies so they could live, Then you did something unexpectedYou sounded your horn drawing all the orcs to youSo that Frodo could escapeAnd hopefully rid the evil from the land,Even after two arrows had pierced your chest you kept fighting for the hobbitsAfter the third you fellIn your time of death your true colors showed, You, a hero.
I feel that any and all creative writing can be practice for what I would love to do in the future, be a novelist, and write really sweet books that will get awesome movie deals like Kit-Kat Ninja. Also I love to write wacky stories and mostly I like to envelope readers into my story like the movies and books that have drawn me into them. They are inspiration to keep on creatively writing.