A Hiku about how I turned in my Creative Writing final late

Fall dew on a leaf's
Underside. Diamond pinpoints
Vanishing with dawn.

Exercise: page 276

So here are the list of event in my story:
Jason goes to summer camp
He becomes friendly with Katie
He begins to idealize her
They go on a hike together
They reach the peak where Katie gets philosophical and Jason just throws rocks until Katie tells him to knock it off
They race down the canyon
They are both really sweaty
They go to a dance
Jason refuses to dance with a different girl
He refuses to dance with Katie


Jason tossed a small rock of the boulder that was parched on the edge of the cliff. He and Katie looked down to the valley at the beautiful red rock vista below.
"Its peaceful up hear," Katie said
"yeah," Jason replied
They had met at a youth leadership camp and were participating in one of the planned hikes. Jason really liked Katie, but was too shy to show it. He threw a slightly bigger rock off the boulder.
"Knock it off. What if you hit somebody?" Katie said
"Sorry," Jason said.


Jason was already walking away.
"No, I have to go to the bathroom right now," he said.
"Come on, there are only a couple of dances left," Katie said.
"That's right, there is no time now, plus I have to go"
"Get back here right now!"
"I have to go to the bathroom," Jason said defiantly, and he walked off.
Katie gave up.


Running downhill. This is dangerous, Jason thought. It was blazing hot, and they were not only trying to keep their balance on the steep, rocky, and uneven trail, but also avoiding all kinds of people coming up and down. Jason ran just fast enough to keep up with Katie, but he did not leave her in the dust. He could have. He might have if it had been his friends from scouts, but this was different. There was something interesting and exciting about running down the hill next to Katie.

A Story in a List Form

Bear Sterns

Power suits
Wall street parking pass
Cadillac SUV, black of course
Blackberry with links to online tickers
Several thousand dollar gift baskets
Martinis with venture capitalists
Hedge fund conventions
Frowns at the closing bell
Angry investors
Subpoena
Signed, witnessed statements
Sworn testimony
Exhibit C
The Jury's verdict
A plea bargain in the works
A returned appeal form
Sentence- 15 years
The road to the prison
The bridge over the Potomac river
"Suicide is Painless" written in the dust of the Cadillac's hood
No Body

Ekphrastic Poem- Sorry its late

Pink Moonrise
-From Breton Legend (or The Legend of Brittainy)


In a forest of dolmens
A pink-orange moon rises, or sets?
Bats fly in blurry twilight.
"Hush poppet," the noble demon woman lilts.
Her elf-shoes grow like tubers in a nest
Of silken roots and thorny brambles.
Legions of red-robed, horned devils
Come from one burst of green-white
Light to another.
"Our friends are here!" wrapped
In black-spotted white fir.
Brittain's elaborate headdress
Flips up as she recoils
Pools of moss, an overhang pressing down
Dolmens
Ready to tip over.
Simple black dress,
Opal ring, gold embroidery,
Horn-like buns,
Jeweled hair piece,
Massive golden frame.

Free Choice: A Free-Verse Poem

I
Am
Normal, unique
Special, regular, interesting,
Boring, easygoing, uptight, depressed,
Happy, active, passive
Young, old,
You

Exercise 3.6

Sally McMullen is a 9-year old girl who loves adventure. She loves to check out old black-and -white adventure movies from the library like Tarzan and The Swiss Family Robinson. She first got in trouble for her adventuring when she was four years old. She crawled inside the dryer at her house and had her big brother turn it on for a second. She was not hurt, but her mother had never been madder at her brother, and later, her brother had never been madder at her. She was smart in her adventuring, and would always read up on a scheme in the encyclopedia before going out to try it. When she was 8, her family went to Africa where she made a pet of a dung beetle, and persuaded her brother to jump out of their tour bus with her to get a closeup look at a wildebeest. Now that she is 9, she has plans to build an underground fortress out behind the backyard shed.

Short story post

The End from the Beginning

The old man turned his head and died.

He did not have any more strength left after the grueling hike to the peak of Baekdusan, in the kingdom of Corea. He had started his ascent over two weeks earlier, but he never would have made it without the help of Young Gi. The mountain was steep and rocky. It was a struggle for even a healthy young climber without any pack, but after the first day Young Gi was forced to carry the old man on his back, and the climb became almost imposible. Young Gi had to stop and rest every few hundred lis, and a climb that would take others only five days had stretched on to what seemed to be forever.

All the time the old man kept repeating the same instruction; “Don’t look down, don’t look back until we reach the top. If you look now you will spoil the view from the peak. It is a view that the Emperors of the Middle Kingdom and the Shoguns from the land of the Rising Sun and thirsted to see. They have waged wars, launched fleets of ships, and entered into treaties and alliances to own this mountain, so they can greaedily guzzle down the wondrous view from the peak. The mountain has never bowed to them. It stands majestic, protected by the god of heaven until the oceans go dry.

Two days before they reached the peak they came to the tree-line where even the hearty pines had given up in their ascent into heaven. But Young Gi and the old man had not stopped. Many times the lose slate rock had shifted beneath Young Gi’s feet, and the weight of the old man on his back had almost sent them both tumbling down the mountainside like the pebbles his feet dislodged.

But even then the old man would not let them turn back. “You must respect my age and status,” he had said. “In the right way of things taught to us by the great teacher we must defer to those above us. Isn’t that what your parents and teachers had taught you? Isn’t that the right order of things?”

“Yes teacher, that is right,” Young Gi had replied.

That steep, sheer section of the mountain had been the hardest to scale. Young Gi’s heart pounded so hard in his chest that he thought it might burst. He muttered to himself under his breath as he climbed. “Oh, it’s so hard. I’m sweating so hard I’ll die. I’m so tired I’ll die. So hot I’ll die.” But his pessimism was not too serious. They were reaching the top now, they had traveled past the crater lake to where nothing bur short tough grasses could brave the wind where the roof of the Earth met the basement of heaven.

The wind was cold and strong at this part of the climb. Even though Young Gi was sweating from exertion, the wind froze his fingers, nose, feet, ears. He shivered. “We must be almost there now,” the old man said. “Keep going, but don’t look down. Save the view. The end of our journey is close. We will be there soon. We are almost to the top. Don’t look back yet. Don’t rest now, we are almost there.”

Even after reaching what seemed to be the peak, there was still a long, but mostly gentle journey along the ridge to the Gokdegi, or highest point.

Finally, they reached the pinnacle. Young Gi eased the old man off of his back on onto a large boulder where he taught thought there would be a good view. But he wanted the old man to look down before he did. As he looked at the old man’s face, he could see that his eyes were closed. The old man spoke to him.

“Grandson,” the old man said, using a tender tone for the first time, “I have waited all the days for my life to see this sight. As I have grown older, I thought that my body was too old and weak to make this journey. You have become my legs. You have made it possible for me to come where we only dream to go, and see what we cannot see even in our night-visions. Come. Come to my side. You have not looked down yet have you? Good, good. We will look down together.”

He finally opened his eyes and motioned for Young Gi to look down and see the Earth lying on its back, staring up at them. Young Gi had climbed many mountains and had seen many great sights, but the vista below him took his breath away. It was a clear day, and he could see all the way to the ocean to the west, and the great capital city to the east. The setting sun shone on the lake in blinding majesty. The fall colors flamed across the mountain below them and broke up the undulating currents of pine-green that covered smaller mountains stretching all around them. In every valley he could see the checkered squares of the rice-paddies, and the small brown dots of plaster houses and rice-stalk thatch. He saw a pair of eagles circling far below him and wondered how he had become exalted over the birds of heaven, the messengers of the god of heaven. Joy broke across his face like a sunrise.

He turned back to look at the old man, his father’s father. To his surprise the man was not lapping up the glorious view, but staring intently at his grandson’s face. “Why does not Grandfather look down at the beauty he has climbed so far to see? He has the chance to see what kings and emperors have never beheld,” Young Gi said, perplexed.

The old man smiled as he replied.“Who knows, but what a great man will conquer this land and scale this mountain? Who know but what he will build a road to the peak and allow all the world to come and see this sight? Who knows but what a fire will scorch the mountains as far as the eye can see and leave this sight black and ugly? But what no king can conquer, no fire can destroy is a man’s joy in seeing the joy of his son. In looking on your happy face I have seen a sight that will keep my soul at peace throughout the generations.”

“Nevertheless, it is a beautiful sight Grandfather. Won’t you share it with me?”

The old man nodded as he wiped tears from his eyes with an embarrassed smile. “A man should only weep three times in his life: when he is born, when his parents die, and when his country is defeated. I weep now for joy.” He turned his head to drink in the rich, red rays of sunset for a moment, and died.

Free Choice: Half of an Italian sonnet

A gentle night has fallen on the sky,
The cool air whispers, telling us to pause
In meditation, wonder at the cause
Of that celestial motion, great and high.
The marble moon invites the question, why
Do planets, shooting starts, and dancing lights
Appear most vivid only in the night
When sun, and even silver moonlight dies?

Free Choice: Accord

I walk beneath the blue-bright skies
And look up at the leafy trees,
The backlit leaves like emerald eyes
Glow green against where sparrows fly.

I sit beside a dark, clear pool,
And watch the water-skitters glide
Above the surface tension: light
Like music touching six small points,
And dancing gently through my soul.

I live atop the green-blue world
That effortlessly speeds through space,
And clouds of ether, angel choirs
Part ways to let us through: the world
And me. We touch each other, this
Is barely felt at six small points,
And yet, like music sends its waves
Reverberating to the core.

I run along this rural path
And feel the breeze that I create,
And by connecting elevate,
Like music lifting to a higher state.

Free Choice: A Children's Story- if you have suggestions, please comment!

Sally McMullen and the Dung Beetle

Two weeks before her family left for Africa, Sally McMullen’s mother took her to the library to research different kinds of African animals. Sally did her own research by checking out an old movie where two teams of adventurers race to find a chest of gold, buried in an Elephant graveyard. “After all, this trip will be an adventure, not just a ‘highly educational experience’ like Mom and Dad say,” Sally thought. Her father was going to Africa for business, and Sally had convinced him to take her and her Mom along.

On the plane ride to Africa, Sally’s father quizzed her on the scientific names of animals.

“Elephantidae?” he asked.

“That’s easy, elephant,” she said.

“How about Panthera leo,” he asked.

“Um…Lion,” she said. Sally was more excited to have adventures with animals than to learn their scientific names.

After their plane landed, Sally’s family checked into their hotel, and got on their tour bus to go and see the savanna. Even on the bus ride Sally’s parents were trying to get her to read a book about the ancient Egyptians who lived in Africa almost 5,000 years ago.

Sally was sure that she was missing a great adventure, like a stampede of wildebeests, or a charging rhinoceros, but she looked down at the book about Egypt that her mother was showing her.

The bus finally arrived at the visitor’s center of the Serengeti National Park, where everyone got off the bus to fill up their canteens before beginning their tour of the savanna.

Sally’s parents said that she could look around while they filled up their water bottles, as long as she did not get too far away from the bus.

“At last, the start of real adventures!” Sally thought as she put on put her pith helmet, took out her binoculars, and marched away from the bus.

She had not gone 20 steps before she froze at the sight of the biggest beetle she had ever seen. The beetle was as big as her hand and was walking backwards while rolling a dirty ball that was even bigger than it was. Even though the beetle was mostly black, when the sunlight caught it just right it gleamed with a green glow like an emerald.

Sally leaned down to look at the beetle up close. It was moving along fast, and she didn’t want to let it get away so she pulled off her helmet and put it over the beetle and its ball. It somehow looked familiar. She ran back to the bus to get some of the books she had been reading.

She grabbed the whole stack of books and ran back to where her hat was.

“I’m sure I saw a picture of this bug in one of these books,” She said, flipping through the book about ancient Egypt.

“Aha!” she said, stopping on a page with a picture of a beetle rolling the sun behind it. It said that the ancient Egyptians called it a scarab and thought that it rolled the sun across the sky each day.

“But the beetle under my hat wasn’t rolling the sun,” Sally thought. “I wonder what its big ball is made of.” She opened up the scientific book about animals, searching until she found a page about “Scarabaeoidea- the dung beetle.”

“Dung beetle! Ewww!” Sally said, and closed the book.

She picked up her hat to look under it at the beetle and its ball of dung, but it was gone.

“How did it escape?” Sally wondered.

“A big beetle and its huge ball of dung can’t just disappear.”

She flopped back down on the ground, but remembered her animal book.

“Maybe I can find a clue in here.”

The book said that the dung beetle rolls its ball of dung to a safe place, and then buries it in the ground and lays its eggs inside. When the eggs hatch, the baby beetles eat the dung and come up out of the ground.

“That’s it!” Sally said, “The beetle must have buried itself under my helmet.” When she looked closely she could see a mound where the beetle had been, and Sally knew that the beetle was down there laying its eggs. It was almost like knowing that someone was burying treasure.

Sally went back to the bus just as her parents were coming back with their full water bottles. She quickly set her books down so her parents wouldn’t know she had used them as part of her adventure.

“So you just stayed here in the bus?” her mother asked, but Sally was not listening. She had already pulled out her binoculars to look for the next adventure.

Free Choice: Haiku

June rain, tiny drops
Barely wet hair, but under
Trees big drops pierce clothes.