10/20/14

Hey guys! This is my writing page, which i will write in (DUH)

Bye,

Claire

Enjoy!...

Tools you can use/have used

Tools I can use in my Writing (numbered in order) 

1. Sensory words.  The coach felt the cool icy water splash over his face and neck when they dumped the gatorade on him.  For some reason, the aroma of locker room sweat and muddy wet football still clung to him.
2.  

Before you type your assignment, insert at least one of the above items with Green X and while you type and revise your paper below, attempt to include it.  After you have typed your assignment go back and insert a red X on the table next to all the tools you have used.  Examples have been inserted.  Do attempt to use as many tools as you can.  Do not attempt to impress me with images/fonts/colors.  I am interested only in you using the tools above and writing coherently.  Save the Razzle Dazzle for your other pages. 

Write all paragraphs in Times new Roman 12 point font 

The House 

Warning! This is a dramatic, scary story!

I was walking with my sister, one cold, windy night. Sadness seemed to be floating in the air. No one was speaking. I swear I looked away for only a second, but my sister was gone, I did not know where I was. I desperately screamed in panic. In fright, I ran, tears coming down from my eyes. Voices were screaming from all directions, but no one was there, just one tall black house. No lights were on, I looked at the house in confusion. "Hello?! Anyone There?!" I waited for what seemed to be forever, then, in a deep, low voice I heard someone say :Go... Away..." "How!?" I screamed back. "L-L-Leave now..." It shouted. My hope drained, then I woke up, it had all been a dream. "Go away" I jumped, then I realized I was not in my room. Screaming, I desperately hit the walls, the voice was getting closer. Then I saw something, a little dog door, I fell to the ground. I tried to squeeze through. "Leave now..." the voice was getting closer, the doorknob started to turn. I was almost there! I desperately squirmed through the door, I was free! "Help!" I look around, I couldn't see anything. Nothing. Just darkness. I ran forward, the wind blowing in my face, then I was home, I was safe. 

The Banshee, why it does, what it does

Let me tell you, let me start from the beginning.
 When I was a beautiful, young girl, I was killed. And so brutally, that I was left to warn my family when a violent death was close. I never can give a 
specific warning of who will die... but I try to prevent death. I have nothing to do but wail, scream and cry. I wail and people know. I have ragged clothes,
for I have been on this cursed earth for years. The pain that was caused to me still burns my soul. People are scared when they see me. They think I have 
cursed them. But I have not, I am known as a simble of death, which I am. I have been cursed.    

  The Banana Tree. 

A long time ago, when there were dinosaurs... there also was a banana tree. The banana tree was a small plant, and like everything... did NOT want to be eaten!

One day, when a smaller dinosaurs, separated from its mother, it started to rain. The banana tree saw the small dinosaur, and unfortunately, the dinosaur saw the banana tree. 

The banana tree scrunched his eyes, saying his prayers and his goodbyes. The dinosaurs slowly walked up to the banana tree, but instead of eating it, sat down below its leaves. 

THIS IS A CHILDREN'S STORY... TO BE CONTINUED

Hints: 

• Put away all worn out words!
• Use spellcheck!
• Own your words first!  Then use them appropriately!
• Use your glow and grow comments below.  RemeSavember, it is your piece!
• Brainstorm first! Everytime!