Bravo Frodoroacks, bravo. Good job.
Up until this last year I didn't write very good stories, but since sometime early last year I have been struck with a lot of ideas for stories and my writing has gotten better.
I've written most of my stuff for my freshman english class this last year. I've written a conclusion to an unfinished story for english. Maybe one of you had to do this to, it was called THE LADY OR THE TIGER? I'll sum it up for those of you who have not had to read this, the basic plot is that a princess and a peasant fall in love, which not only is against the law, but against her father's (the king's) wishes. So in a coloseum (sp??) they judge him like all the criminals. There are two doors in the arena portion, and the felon must open one door and there will either be a lady who will be immediately wed to him or a tiger to devour him. It ends as the guy opens the door. And that's where we picked up writing the story.
As I wrote the rough draft of my conclusion that we needed, I was watching a movie. The movie's title was GLADIATOR. Needless to say it turned into a gore fest. But not a the tiger lept at the man adn killed him gore fest. A play by hideous and disgusting play. Though I knew my mistake as I wrote it not that it mattered, tiger would go for you neck not you gut. Then as we had one of our peers go through and correct the grammatical errors, mine was the longest one. And while he was trying to finish reading it other people looked at it and caught just a few sentences of it. Every one was shocked. But you should have heard the dead silence when they got the teacher to read it out loud.
We also had to write an one act play, a myth ( I did an end of the world myth for the Greeks, which was probably one of my best), and various other short stories. Most of my stories aren't as violent as the first one.
I have been working on a story of my own that has been changing since I started. It starts off at a high school were our main characters are first introduced. Then out of nowhere something hits the earth and very few people survive, less than a hundred through out the entire globe. Then we have the coping, learning, and mistakes of the small group we follow. Then one is out cast and then we find a stockpile of technology and the ones who destroyed the majority of the earth. But chances are the ending will change by the time I get done with the first part though.
Up until this last year I didn't write very good stories, but since sometime early last year I have been struck with a lot of ideas for stories and my writing has gotten better.
I've written most of my stuff for my freshman english class this last year. I've written a conclusion to an unfinished story for english. Maybe one of you had to do this to, it was called THE LADY OR THE TIGER? I'll sum it up for those of you who have not had to read this, the basic plot is that a princess and a peasant fall in love, which not only is against the law, but against her father's (the king's) wishes. So in a coloseum (sp??) they judge him like all the criminals. There are two doors in the arena portion, and the felon must open one door and there will either be a lady who will be immediately wed to him or a tiger to devour him. It ends as the guy opens the door. And that's where we picked up writing the story.
As I wrote the rough draft of my conclusion that we needed, I was watching a movie. The movie's title was GLADIATOR. Needless to say it turned into a gore fest. But not a the tiger lept at the man adn killed him gore fest. A play by hideous and disgusting play. Though I knew my mistake as I wrote it not that it mattered, tiger would go for you neck not you gut. Then as we had one of our peers go through and correct the grammatical errors, mine was the longest one. And while he was trying to finish reading it other people looked at it and caught just a few sentences of it. Every one was shocked. But you should have heard the dead silence when they got the teacher to read it out loud.
He tries to fight off the crazed beast but its looks like a crippled antelope trying to fight off a lion. He kept fighting despite it all. He was still alive when the beast tore into his stomach. The acid splashing on the tiger and all over himself including an eye. But the acid did not deter the beast it simply enraged it more.
We also had to write an one act play, a myth ( I did an end of the world myth for the Greeks, which was probably one of my best), and various other short stories. Most of my stories aren't as violent as the first one.
I have been working on a story of my own that has been changing since I started. It starts off at a high school were our main characters are first introduced. Then out of nowhere something hits the earth and very few people survive, less than a hundred through out the entire globe. Then we have the coping, learning, and mistakes of the small group we follow. Then one is out cast and then we find a stockpile of technology and the ones who destroyed the majority of the earth. But chances are the ending will change by the time I get done with the first part though.
It’s the first week of May, and Senioritis has struck our school. Seniors are already skipping school, even though they don’t graduate for two more weeks. But the main problem with Senioritis is that it affects more than just the seniors, the underclassmen catch it too. I can’t wait to get out myself, but I see no point in skipping school, that and my parents would string me alive. “Mr. Richards? Mr. Richards. MR. RICHARDS!”
“What? Oh, yes Ms. Ackerman?” Whoops, maybe I should have been paying attention.
“Adam, would you please tell me what the answer to number twelve is.”
“Uh, yes ma’am. The answer to number twelve is the square root of five times pi.”
“Correct.” Thank God. Geometry can be fun at times, but it can also be a hassle. Like doing proofs. Brrrrr. Proofs aren’t that hard, it’s just the hassle of explaining everything in elementary terms. Now let’s see, back to staring towards the window. Thankfully there are two things in that direction that I enjoy, there’s just the outdoors and then there’s Karen Summers. What I wouldn’t give just to get a smile from her. But, of course, I’m just a comic book nerd, smart guy, and generally nice guy. My problem is that girls, well at least girls at Hudson Valley High School, don’t notice that type of guy. Maybe instead of doing choir and drama I should have been in a sport, maybe then I would have gotten at least some attention.

