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Montana 1948 Readings/Natalie Goldberg Test 1 "I remember"
Montana 1948 Readings/Natalie Goldberg Test 1 "I remember" Marcy Gamzon • Sep 21 (Edited Sep 21) 100 points Due Tomorrow AGENDA:...
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AGENDA 1, For classwork credit: Read the following two stories by Sandra Cisneros. Then discuss the questions for Barbie-Q with a p...
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AGENDA: 1. Welcome and Introductions Welcome to SOTA's Creative Writing Lab and the Creative Writing program. Welcome video: htt...
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Choose ONE of the following topics and discuss it in a well-developed essay. You may use your book to provide text-based details. Post yo...
Gilda Martinez
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Creative Grammar and Style
September 6th, 2013
It’s dark in the room She and I are in, and humid as well. I’ll never forget how entranced she looked while sitting in my mother’s bed looking for my mother’s wallet in the middle of her room. She was big and had a pair of swimmers big broad shoulders that looked like saucers when standing. She had a big build as well; looked like she played football with men that were 6’3, at the least, about everyday…I was getting hot, and nervous in the cramp little closet I was in, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. She was sweating to, I could tell ‘cause she had so many dripplets rolling down her face while crouching over the bed to get a better look into the purse that had our rent money in it, that made her look like she just came out of a pool…. She was stealing my mothers belongings while she was away, and I wasn’t gonna do a thing about it…
He was yelling out incoherent words that slurred because of how drunk he was. He was sort of swayed where he stood as well, and looked like he had nothing under the faded, worn out and slightly crusted poncho he had on. I was walking past him on the sidewalk but stopped to get a better look. The man smelled of dry liquor and second-hand drugs; the scent did not mix at all. He was shaking a little too, while shooting his blood-shot eyes around the area, as if looking for an enemy…. Then he spotted me, and sloppily smiled. “Hey kid, keep lookin at me funny and I’ll take all you got.” Right after that I made a run for it.
We were rolling around in the mud, not afraid at all to get dirt and grit into our nails and hair. They called this having fun, and in a hot summers day like this, when your all alone in a 2 bedroom apartment that had no air-conditioning, this ‘mud-rolling’ seemed like the best idea ever. Though we were all on top of each other, and mixing our legs together while giggling childishly. It got uncomfortable though, when a little girl next to me got her hand tangled in my hair. I have no idea if it was on purpose or not but when I scrame she did not move or take her hand out, she just laughed. We were all young back then, maybe 6 to be exact, and we did not know any better to not be playing on side of the road. And since we were six, we didn’t give a care that there were cars zooming past us either. So when she decided to let go of my hair, I angrily pushed her into the wide street and the little girl who had mud- dried hair, and a mud- painted face, with the little Dora dress on, tumbled backwards and got run over by a 18- wheeler truck, not even being able to get the most of her strangled scream out either…
Kierra Iglus
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CGS
9-6-13
She Is hunched in a school desk, texting under the desk. Every line she makes is a lie. She taps her fingers on the desk, thinking of more lies to type. She is nervous worrying she is will be taught. She sends text after text before it is answer, to cover up the pervious lies she made!
He is standing against the door, waiting impatiently for the one that will never appear. He keeps looking at his watch and keeps looking out the door, for something that will never be. His long pants cross over his other leg, his black shoes tap and tap.
The cat is laying on the floor watching it all. It is spring outside and there are still raindrops on the windows. The cat uses its green eyes to follow the drops as they fall. Up and down goes they go until she gets tired and goes to lay down by the fireplace.