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A place for Writing 12 students to read each other's writing, to critique, to suggest, to improve.
About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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Color me Red
By Maria
I have a friend whose name is Marianne. I love hanging around with her because she is so cheerful, kind and sweet like an angel. One day, she told me that that her birthday is coming soon. She said, “Please come on my special day.” I replied, “sure why not -- you are my bosom friend”.
Since she is my close friend, I keep on thinking what to give her. I have several selections in my mind to give her stuffs such as red roses, red lipstick, red blush-on, red t-shirts, red stockings, red nail polish, red long sleeve knits, red active pants, red handkerchiefs, red towels, and red slippers. Now that I have gathered all these red stuffs, I thought about wrapping it all in a red box and a red wrapper.
I think I am ready to go to her occasion. When I entered Marianne’s house, I was so surprised of her interior, it was full of red color like her sofa and love seats, curtains, table cloth, figurines and other little things around her have a scent of red. I asked her in a polite manner, why do you prefer red color? Marianne answered me that red, is a color of fire and blood, which is associated with energy, strength, power, determination as well as passion, desire and love.
Isn’t nice to learn the virtues, beliefs and favorites of a friend close to you?. I love to respect and learn from others as it will help me to grow as an individual. Marianne has many qualities that can color anybody’s day red including me.
What did you forget?
By Maria
I woke up early in the morning as I have a doctor’s appointment. I see to it that I prepared everything that I need. The weather that day was as cold as ice. I went out of our house and walked down to the bus stop shivering, the bus came promptly and brought me to Edmonds Station. I transferred from a bus to the Skytrain and safely reached my doctor’s office near Joyce’s Station. I entered the office confidently and I greeted the receptionist “Good morning Ms. Beth”. She is aware that I have a confirmed appointment, so she asked me to wait for my turn and offered me to relax and sit.
She called me as it is now my turn to see my doctor. Beth asked me, “where is your medical card?” O, what a CRAP! I think I forgot it. Immediately, I apologized and begged her if I could see my family doctor without my medical card. She said, I will just reset your appointment and come back with your medical card next time. I went back home and I cried like a river over it as it wasted my long hours of waiting.
Untitled Monologue (first draft)
What you lookin’ at?
I seen you before you know,
looking at me, pitying me.
I got all I need right here.
I got my cart, straight wheels,
got bags, got sweaters
and a sleeping bag.
What you got that’s so much better?
Thinking life’s easy, man
let me tell you it ain’t.
You know when the end times come,
who’s gonna teach you to camp,
to take what you need,
to move on?
Huh, yeah, you.
What you gonna do?
Character: former child star
I once was on TV, fake family and all
Reruns every weeknight on channel 12 midnight
12 was also the age popularity took flight
I once was on TV,
responding to critics, with “whatever”
so arrogant and naïve, thinking it would last forever
What happened to my real youth?
I once was on TV with dreams of a bigger role
I worked long and hard
but haven’t been able to let go
The childhood portrayals
that have become my curse
20 years gone, can it get any worse?
Fame and fortune were fleeting
and my heart is still bleeding
I once was on TV
Who do you think you are?
Who do you want to be?
To be a superstar, a megastar, or a star of all seasons?
Nope. I don’t want to be an actress or to be a performer.
So what do you want to be in the future?
I want to be a pharmacist. Why?
I want to be a source of information about medicines. What else?
I can exchange ideas from medical practitioners, I can relate to the patients,
and I can educate myself continuously with the contents and side effects of various medicines to a human being.
O, what an interesting course and a rewarding job to do.
What about you? What do you want to be?
A Confession of A Bulimic Teenager:
Don’t look at me like a crazy person,
Or a psycho because after I do “my routines,”
I feel much better and focus much better.
Don’t look at me like a crazy person,
Or a psycho because when I go down
my throat, it feels great that I have never felt that before.
Don’t look at me like a crazy person,
Or a psycho because when I eat my
diet pills, it feels awesome to go to washroom to empty my stomach.
Don’t look at me like a crazy person,
Or a psycho because after I have eaten
crazily, and then throw up in the washroom,
it feels so, I don’t know, died and gone to heaven.
And please, please, don’t look at me like crazy, or a psycho just because I do differently
then others, don’t look at me crazy.
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