Thursday, February 19, 2015
Snow day topic!! Let's be honest we don't have anything better to do. (Central and south)
Ok so here we go! We're about to start our short story unit, I think...but in the spirit of that I think it would be cool if we wrote a class story, put together part by part with everyone contributing and hopefully by the end of the year we will have made something great! As I am not confident enough to start this story myself I will leave it to someone else, preferably Torres it is his class so he should start the exposition! So..,.yea go!
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Hilarious, Tim. This was actually one of my planned blog posts! No joke. I'll give you credit for this one. Darn near prophetic!
ReplyDeleteSo a class story, eh? Exposition. Character development. Dialogue. Sounds like great companions for a cold February afternoon. Let's play...
An array of golden yellows and blazing oranges blurred above me, painted justly through the squints of my eyes. I've devoted myself to feeling, to receiving. I allow the world to paint on me, to paint in me, and as a result I am art in motion. I am alive and invite all to come and see my show.
The sound of our travels changed key when the hum of the paved road was exchanged for the raspy vibrato of gravel. As the car pulled in, I took my time before relinquishing the sky to my more immediate purpose. With bars of sunlight floating through the branches above, I stretched my arms up toward what I long for most, then down around the side of the car and driver's seat.
"This isn't time for yoga, Syd. Are you coming?"
Keaton never saw what I saw, which is part of the reason why he never took his time. As I allowed my eyes the full glory of the canopy above, squint retreating to a full bloom, I finally lifted my head up from the headrest to take in my surroundings.
"It's been too long, old friend" I whispered to myself as I opened the car door.
Cause I'm a literal God. ;D
DeleteI let my head fall to the hard plastic ridges of the truck bed. I never really thought of myself as quiet, I just observed. The sights, the colors, the smells. Why progress time with meaningless conversation when you can slow it down, take in everything this wonderful world has to offer. "Do you know why I make you bring me out here Keaton?" I ask in reply to his question, a nasty habbit as he calls it.
ReplyDelete"I don't know man, to indulge you? What's your point?"
"Look up at the sky, what do you see first? Do you see the vibrant colors of the stars, or the immeasurable blackness of the background?" I loved doing this, it's fun to make Keaton think more abstract, I like to see if his head can handle it. Spoiler it can't.
"Man, why do you always talk in riddles?" You could hear his frustration scratching through the tone of his voice.
"Just answer the question."
"I don't know I guess the stars, wouldn't most people? That's just normal right?"
His reply seemed unsure, confused of the point to my speculation.
"Yea, that's normal but don't you think that the blackness that incapsulates all of those brilliant lights has more to offer? In its silence it speaks volumes, a sea that holds only the most beautiful of species. A requirem that makes comets dance and the fish levitate stead fast, their bodies of immeasurable size just to hear, just to be close to its soothing sound."
I glanced over at him, his confused expression, his strained neck as he leered upwards, trying to grasp some meaning to what I just said. He let out a long sigh and dropped his head to meet my eyes his expression still confused.
"Are you high?"
I couldn't help but laugh at his reply. I let my eyes close, "yea, just not high enough, not yet."
(Excuse any crude grammar or spelling writing this from my phone is hard xD)
Keaton couldn't help but chuckle at himself like a toddler. "come on man, you do that stuff?" My only response was my eyes jolting open and twisting my body to face him.
ReplyDelete"You know i don't"
"Even after that cosmic crap you tried pulling?"
"Hey, before next time say anything maybe talk about something you'd like?"
"I wouldn't have to if you hadn't brought me here!"
"you're acting like this is a first!"
"I'd like to act like its a last"
Keaton sat back down and rested his body, rummaging his hand through his jacket, the wind blew the grass field.
"hey, you know what that looks like?"
"some grass?"
"shut up, i mean it looks like that scene from Lord of the Rings, with the ghost army? I mean they're both green?"
Keaton wheezed a laugh as he rolled up.
"dude you're such a nerd!"
"look at it though!"
I soaked in the scene in my mind - so what if I'm a nerd?- revolving the light of day and the familiar sweep of the grass into the ghostly apparitions of the film. Feeling my eyes glaze over, my head submerged in thought, heavy thought. My mind raced across my life, boyhood memories of green toy soldiers washing up on the shore, the same ones my sister had given me on my eighth birthday long ago. I remember I'd lost them at some point, and I'd never found them again. Where had they went?
ReplyDelete"Hey, let's play a game."
I turned to look at Keaton, who was mad with newfound excitement, it seemed.
"What kind of game?"
His grin turned mischievous. "A game of epic proportions, one that could very well be life or death for both of us, where-"
I rolled my eyes. "Dude, seriously. What kind of game?"
"One where we ask each other questions."
"That sounds boring. Now, excuse me, while I soak in this brilliant day."
Or rather busy myself with overthinking the world, I corrected myself. My parents, teachers, counselors, pastors, and many others had told me time and time again:
"You're overthinking this. Look at it THIS way."
And, it wasn't that I hadn't wanted to perceive the world differently, so as to not have a care in the universe. It was just... I guess I just couldn't bring myself to change who I was. I felt doomed to an ever-constant scrutiny of my own life. Would I live up to my own standards? The world wasn't a puzzle, I'd needed to realize, so I needed to stop treating it like one. But, I could never bring myself to answer that. Even if life was puzzle, I wondered, could it ever be solved?
"What's your favorite color?"
I sighed. He wasn't going to listen to me. "Blue. Yours?"
"Red. Favorite band?"
"Shinedown. Am I in a job interview or something?"
"Shut up. Mine is Guns N Roses."
"Favorite song?"
"Don't have one."
"Me neither. What part am I applying for?"
"Best friend."
"I thought I already had that role."
"Super-Mega Best Friend, then," he said. "Don't push it."
Lol the plot thickens xD I was waiting for someone to bring in the conflict glad it was u xD
ReplyDeleteWhoa. I love your writing! Dark and descriptive: my favorite :)
ReplyDeleteLol xD well it was a good idea
ReplyDeleteIt's not ur fault it's just no one cares :p
ReplyDelete