Writing Starter #43

Joe was a simple janitor, with a simple life.  He had never experienced a whole lot of excitement, or adventure.  This all changed, the day the alligators attacked.  It came like lightning, out of nowhere.  Students limbs were being ripped from their sockets, their flesh being torn apart by razor sharp teeth.  Joe snapped into action as readily as he could, but he was not equipped to deal with this sort of catastrophe.  In the end, Joe failed to save all but one student.  And that student's name was Barack Obama.

Writing Starter #42

Once upon a time, there lived a young boy named Jack.  He had a wonderful Fairy Godmother who was always watching over him.  When Jack traded away the family's cow for "magic" beans, his mother was furious.  However, Jack's Fairy Godmother floated down and comforted him after the incident.
"And then she took the beans and threw them onto the ground!" Jack cried.
"Oh dear, well let me just whip up a big pumpkin carriage for you!" replied the Fairy Godmother.
"I don't think that will help. . ." said Jack to himself.

Writing Starter #41

Once upon a time there was a Lion with the strongest teeth in the world.  He took prided in his shining, sharp teeth.  They were all he had.  Then one day, a Monkey on roller skates came cruising through the Lion's neighborhood.
"Hello there, Lion," said the Monkey.
"Get out of here!" shouted the Lion.
The Monkey sped toward him and in the confusion the Lion fell and all of his teeth were knocked right out of his mouth.
"That's what you get for being mean to me!" teased the Monkey, as he sped off.
It was then that the Lion realized that he had nothing to live for.
"I shouldn't have let my happiness depend on something that I could lose!" thought the Lion.

Children's Story Words (Draft)

"Slide To Adventure"

Jerry was a smart little boy, who loved adventure.  

One fine day, he was playing in his back-yard.  He went down the slide!

Normally, it was a short slide, but this time it just kept going. . .

. . .  And going, and going, and going.  

Jerry landed in a forest clearing, on some soft, green grass.

“Where am I?” said Jerry.  

A voice in the distance replied:  “Follow me, and you will see!”

So Jerry followed the voice. . .

Over a blue rock. . .

Under a purple bridge. . .

Through the rainbow woods. . .

Over the pink mountains. . .

Over the red cliff. . .

Hang-gliding through the magenta sky. . .

Down the orange chimney and. . .

Into the kitchen!  

“You see,” said the voice.

Jerry looked up!

“It’s me!” said the voice.

Jerry was surprised to see his mother there!

“Mother!” said Jerry, “Why did you make me go through all of those strange places?”

“What are you talking about Jerry, you were just on the slide!” his mother said impatiently.

And his mother set the table, and they ate hot dogs for dinner.

Jerry looked out, and he saw the top of the slide.

But he knew the adventures that waited on the other side!

Writing Starter #40

Their feet began to grow sticky, as the waded through the cotton candy that covered the floor.  Suddenly they realized that they could no longer move, and then they saw it.  The giant cotton candy SPIDER.  It snapped its claws with a menacing glare, and began to crawl slowly toward its prey.
"I have come to eat your innards children!" the spider said.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" they screamed as they were devoured.

Writing Starter #39

Once upon a time, in a particularly eccentric town, there lived a man named Dr. Funky Buns.  Dr. Funky Buns owned a nice little pet shop on the corner of Main Street.  When business wasn't going very well, Dr. FB (as he was colloquially known throughout town) decided to take matters into his own hands.
"If only there was a way to circumvent scientific morals and discover ways of creating genetically modified pets!" he cried.
So one night in his lab. . .

Final Memoir - "Pinky"

Creative Writing Memoir

James Fischer

6th Hour

Pinky

I am an awfully careful person.  Never took too many chances.  That’s why it came as a surprise to me when it happened, because I didn’t exactly know how to handle a situation like that.  It was definitely the flip-flops that caused it.  Started off as a perfect day.  The sun had smiled down on the courtyard and She said, “Let there be outdoor Choir!”  And it wasn’t even Choir really, it was more along the lines of “do-whatever-you-want” day for the class.  And I wanted to play catch.  

We were having a joyous time of course, jumping up the stone steps, calling for the ball, rejecting the listless classrooms for our outdoor paradise.  We decided to organize our efforts and turn it into a game.  A competition.  Competition equals fun.  At least it should, until you get too caught up in it all but that’s beside the point, the main point is I got caught up in it all, and that was my first mistake.  

  I thought I would stand behind everyone else, and the ball would bounce through their hands and go straight to me.  It was a genius plan of course, especially in retrospect.  I stared up at the spinning ball, squinting in the light.  It was veering off to the right!  I quickly changed my footing, both eyes fixed on the relentlessly rotating object that I desired to catch so greatly.  All of my weight, flying to the right, leg extended outward and then suddenly a searing pain in my foot and the whole world rotated just like the ball and then I was on the ground in a blur of green and brown.  

I slowly got back up to see that nobody had even noticed my fall.  They were all still in front of me, playing on as though nothing had happened.  I had caught my little toe on a small tree and fallen over.  I limped over to the pavement and sat down again to get my bearings.  I looked down at my foot and noticed something odd.  Do little toes normally bend that way?  I wasn’t so sure.  I started to tenderly touch the toe and maybe, push it back into place.  But then I had second thoughts after the shock of pain flashed up my foot and leg.  Not a good plan, I realized, so I walked over to my teacher, mumbled something about needing to go to the office, and promptly limped back inside.  

Limped up the stairs, limped to the office, limped to the bed.  At this point I felt more than a little light headed, but I decided to get a better look at what was going on.  My little toe was bent outward at a 45 degree angle, and it wasn’t moving.  The nurse offered to pop it back into place, which made me cringe immediately.  

“No, no, I’d rather they do it at the hospital, they can numb it up there I’m sure.”  

My Mom arrived soon, and then it was deep breaths for me, all the way to the hospital.  I was trying not to look.

After several waiting rooms, I finally got some help.  The doctors took a look.  

“Before we make any decisions,” they said, “we need an x-ray.”

So I went back to that waiting room.  The lady was nice.  She told me to put my foot in several different directions for multiple pictures.  There was one in which my broken toe was pointing down at the table (it’s hard to picture without experiencing it).  I remember the feeling of the end of the toe touching the mat and thinking about what a strange angle my toe was actually pointing in for that to be possible.  

The x-ray revealed that the toe wasn’t just dislocated.  It was broken clean in half.  Completely broken like a little twig.  If the nurse back at the High School had tried to put it back into place, I would have had a bad time to say the least.  Thank God I didn’t go through with that.

So they decided that the best course of action was to put 3 shots in my foot to numb the area and then move the bones back into place as best as they could.  The doctor began to wash the area on my foot.

“I’m going to give it to you straight,” he said.  “This is not gonna be fun.”

Right when the needle entered my foot, every part of my body grew tenser than I have ever felt.  My neck was straining and my eyes clenched shut.  It was mostly because of my own anxiety that my body went into a state of panic.  And it was painful, more painful than anything I’ve ever gone through.  They were manipulating my foot and I could feel the numb movements.  It was a strange sensation, because I felt that my foot was being moved, and I felt the hands, but it was still incredibly numb.  Then I heard the CRACKing sound that I will never forget as they repositioned my toe to be straight.  It was a horrifying noise, and even though I didn’t actually feel the pain of the relocation, I was still terrified by the experience.    

When it was over I looked down to find my toe wrapped in a bundle of bandages and padding, completely protected.  The doctor told me that we would wait a week, and then I would see a specialist to check if it was healing correctly.  If it was still not completely straight I would have to get surgery on my little toe.  SURGERY.  For a pinky toe.  How ridiculous would that be?  

I would discover over the course of that week how much one broken pinky toe can really affect the health of the entire body.  I had to sleep with my foot propped up on some pillows every night, which kept me awake pretty much all the time.  This led to me being constantly stressed out, feeling sick, and I couldn’t even walk without hopping on one foot.  But the worst part of this whole ordeal was yet to come.  

As the week went by, I tried to stay positive about my situation.  There was no way I wanted to have to go through with surgery on my toe, for many reasons.  I was banking on it healing correctly on its own, and this was my mindset going into the appointment with the specialist.  

When the man came into the room, he asked some quick questions, very coldly.  He wasn’t a very likable or approachable person inherently, and I could tell that he wasn’t going to be very comforting.  He left for a brief period.  When he came back he had a large needle in his hand.  No warning at all.  

“I’m going to give you a few shots to numb your foot and re-break the toe to set it more straight.  They did it wrong last week.”

My heart sank like an anchor.  That was absolutely the last thing that I wanted to hear.  I would have to go through the entire horrible process again.  It was like reliving a nightmare.  I actually started to cry.  This was just more than I could handle at this point.  I was already looking at several months of recovery that would make my summer vacation essentially useless, and now I had to start all over from square one.  

This time hurt even worse than last time, probably because the needles were entering my already bruised and swollen skin for the second time in a week.  When it was over I looked up to see bloody papers and tissues surrounding my newly contorted toe.  This was really the final straw.  After all of that pain that I had gone through, this “specialist” had left all of the blood around it.  I’m not good with blood, and this just made me even more light-headed than I already was from this horrific experience.

After that it was simply just to wait and be impaired for the next several months.  This included prom, so I ended up bringing a badass cane as part of my outfit for that.  I guess that’s one silver lining in an otherwise completely negative experience.  I’ll never underestimate how much trouble one broken pinky toe can cause ever again.

Ways to come up with childrens' stories

1.)  When I was little I liked to play with knight figurines with my sister and make up medieval conflicts and stories.  I also liked to make imaginary adventures that my friends and I would go on.  Then I played video-games a lot.

2.)  "Have you ever done any drugs?"  "I thought this was stainless steel. . .  what the?"  "All the small things."

3.)  "But you only need the light when it's burning low / Only miss the sun when it starts to snow"  -Let Her Go by The Passengers.

"Count every star in the midnight sky / Count every rose, every firefly." -Count Every Star by The Ravens

4.)  Children want to be firemen and policemen and the President (jobs they can't have).  Children also want unlimited candy and games and toys and other such things.  

5.)  A swing on a tree that launches into space if you swing high enough.  Or a toy car that can turn into a normal sized car and talk.  

6.)  One theme could be, be nice to others and they will be nice in return.  Another theme could be, rules can be broken in certain situations.  

7.)  When I was younger, one question I had was, "where do babies come from."  Another possible question could be, "how did the mountains get there?"  

Writing Starter #38

The man who ate everything

By H.E. Fishbark

There once was a man who ate everything.
He turned into a planet, and soared past the moon.
He flew out of the galaxy, to a new planet.

"Hello," said the new planet.
"What's your name?" replied the man who ate everything.
"Jabari Parker," the planet whispered.

Writing Starter #37

I hate peas.

I hate bees.

I hate seas.

I hate freezing.

I hate when I bump my knees.

Mom said eat your peas.

If you don't you'll freeze.

And be attacked by bees.

And be thrown in the seas.

And I will bump your knees until they bleed.

I ate peas.

Writing Starter #36

It was a solar eclipse that had appeared suddenly, with no scientific warning of any sort.  Comets began to rain down towards Clarence's head as he bounded away from the impending black light of doom that was moving towards his favorite sleeping spot in his favorite field.  Could this be the end of Clarence the cow?!

TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOLKS

END MUSIC JINGLE  

Writing Starter #35

“Why didn’t you see the tree? You were looking right at it,” Duck said angrily.
"I don't believe in trees," I replied.
"What kind of an answer is that?"
"It's a lie."
"Then give me the truth!" cried Duck.
"The truth is I'm blind, and I don't enjoy talking about it."
Duck paused, and then said slowly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"The truth is, I don't even believe anything you say half of the time.  You say you're a Duck, but Ducks don't talk."
"Don't ever question me," replied Duck.
"I never have had any reason to question you Duck."
And then I went back to work in the garden.  

Memoir Draft Fischer

I am an awfully careful person.  Never took too many chances.  That’s why it came as a surprise to me when it happened, because I didn’t exactly know how to handle a situation like that.  It was definitely the flip-flops that caused it.  Started off as a perfect day.  The sun had smiled down on the courtyard and She said, “Let there be outdoor Choir!”  And it wasn’t even Choir really, it was more along the lines of “do-whatever-you-want” day for the class.  And I wanted to play catch.  

We were having a joyous time of course, jumping up the stone steps, calling for the ball, rejecting the listless classrooms for our outdoor paradise.  We decided to organize our efforts and turn it into a game.  A competition.  Competition equals fun.  At least it should, until you get too caught up in it all but that’s beside the point, the main point is I got caught up in it all, and that was my first mistake.  

  I thought I would stand behind everyone else, and the ball would bounce through their hands and go straight to me.  It was a genius plan of course, especially in retrospect.  I stared up at the spinning ball, squinting in the light.  It was veering off to the right!  I quickly changed my footing, both eyes fixed on the relentlessly rotating object that I desired to catch so greatly.  All of my weight, flying to the right, leg extended outward and then suddenly a searing pain in my foot and the whole world rotated just like the ball and then I was on the ground in a blur of green and brown.  

I slowly got back up to see that nobody had even noticed my fall.  They were all still in front of me, playing on as though nothing had happened.  I had caught my little toe on a small tree and fallen over.  I limped over to the pavement and sat down again to get my bearings.  I looked down at my foot and noticed something odd.  Do little toes normally bend that way?  I wasn’t so sure.  I started to tenderly touch the toe and maybe, push it back into place.  But then I had second thoughts after the shock of pain flashed up my foot and leg.  Not a good plan, I realized, so I walked over to my teacher, mumbled something about needing to go to the office, and promptly limped back inside.  

Limped up the stairs, limped to the office, limped to the bed.  At this point I felt more than a little light headed, but I decided to get a better look at what was going on.  My little toe was bent outward at a 45 degree angle, and it wasn’t moving.  The nurse offered to pop it back into place, which made me cringe immediately.  

“No, no, I’d rather they do it at the hospital, they can numb it up there I’m sure.”  

My Mom arrived soon, and then it was deep breaths for me, all the way to the hospital.  I was trying not to look.

Writing Starter #34

"Yes, this is how I express myself," said the small spider, clinging to the brick wall.  He set down his small pail of paint and began to climb back up to the top of the wall.  

"This painting took me 12 years to complete," chortled the spider.  "That evil man down there set me back quite a bit when he washed off my last masterpiece.  I never give up though, and I just started again of course!"

Then a rush of water knocked the spider to her death as her work was washed away once again, never to be remembered.  

Writing Starter #33

"I’m hiding in the tree tonight, and when they come back to finish it, I’ll make them pay," said the demon squirrel.  "Who is the impotent earth dweller down there?  I should kill him now so that he doesn't get in the way."  
The wall happened to be the demon meeting spot of the month, and the squirrel was disgusted at the art that now occupied its bricks.  The squirrel leaped down and viciously clawed out the old man's eyes before lying in wait for the graffiti artists.  They would regret ever mucking up his turf.  

Writing Starter #32

"I’m just glad they’re not any taller or I’d have to get out a ladder," grumbled Eduardo the janitor.  "Always in the courtyard, drawing dicks and swear words.  Makes me sick."  
He bent down and picked up the paint brush, getting ready to paint over the new horrific design that plagued the school's courtyard wall.  But when he looked up, he was shocked to find that a new design had taken its place.  Like a crop circle in graffiti form.  
He gave up and decided that it wasn't worth the effort.  

Writing Starter #31

The best part about my family is our enthusiasm and passion during our yearly ping pong tournaments. We always build a giant bracket (similar to March Madness) with all of the family members and then battle to the championship.  The table we use is about 80 years old, and we're all used to every dip and flaw of the sagging net.  It's like home court for us.  For the longest time, I always lost to my older cousins, and my uncles with their unforgiving spinning slams.  But now I've been the champion two years in a row.

Writing Starter #30

My favorite books when I was younger were always the Harry Potter books.  No matter how sad I was, or how bad of a day I had, they always managed to make me smile.  It was just so incredible and valuable to be transported to this magical world full of adventure.  And the characters felt like close friends by the end of it.  The universe was so engrossing and inviting.  I was still growing up when the books were coming out one by one.  Each time a new one came out was an exciting occasion, my family would go to the midnight releases and fight over who would get to read it first.  When it finally came to that last sentence, I was sad, but still satisfied.  I will always look back on these books with fondness because of the wonderful journey that led to their end, even if the ending wasn't the best thing ever.

Writing Starter #29

The CPA of DHS has been like a second home to me these past two years.  Relaxing in the seats, eating a snack, surrounded by my friends--members of the cast.  I spent more time there than at my house while I was in the musicals.  Always surrounded by my love of theater, and the people I love as well, doing what I love.  I knew the ins and outs of that stage.  How it worked, how it was built.  We built the sets there, practiced the scenes there.  Put on the shows there.  That was what was most important, that moment that made it all worth it.  The applause.

Writing Starter #28

The first time I drove a car.  Fear.  I could feel the pedal slowly push down as my father urged me on.  Suddenly the rush of unexpected speed and the sound of the revving engine overwhelmed me.  "The brake quick, quick!" I heard in the background.  Then the screeeeeeeching and the bump.  I could smell the rubber that was now on the ground.
"Not bad," said my Dad.