Author's Note: I did my personal metaphor piece that is describing how I am like a fire.
I am a raging fire.
It takes the smallest spark to start me
And I'm hard to control once I'm going.
You might want to give me space when I'm burning
Because I leave a path of destruction.
Sometimes I cannot be contained,
Especially when the spark that started me
Is more dangerous than an earthquake.
It's hard to cool me down,
And it might take a lot to put me out,
But once I've stopped consuming everything in my way,
And the wild spark is gone,
I am completely harmless.
Except for the burning tang of smoke I leave behind.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Change in the View
Author’s Note: I am doing my point of view piece about if the whole book was from a different character’s point of view.
13 year-old Nathaniel is a boy who is an indentured servant working on a tobacco plantation in Virginia, living in the year 1775. He has a friend on that plantation named Moses. However, soon after, he is sold to a kind, elderly schoolmaster named Basil. Nathaniel is separated from Moses, and finds out that the people where Moses is don’t like the idea of liberty in a country that depends on slaves and indentured servants. Moses’s only chance of liberty is to run away and join the British Royal Ethiopian, a regiment of escaped Virginian slaves. I am going to describe how the book would be different if it was told from Moses’s point of view.
Moses was separated from Nathaniel, and the things that Moses saw weren’t mentioned often because they were two different stories taking place at the same time. If it was Moses’s point of view, there wouldn’t be much information about the war going on. The reader would be much more confused, just as Moses would’ve been. This is because Moses’s top thing on his priority list was to escape to gain his liberty. The reader would be curious about Nathaniel, because it was Nathaniel’s job to help Moses without being caught by Basil because he was known to be trustworthy.
Not only does the book mention how Nathaniel is friends with Moses, but the part where they are separated would be much different from Moses’s point of view. He would’ve had the same emotions, but he would have to form his plan to escape, and Nathaniel didn’t know exactly what his plan was. He just had to help Moses because they were friends, and they didn’t want to not be friends anymore just because they were separated. The reader would’ve felt much different about the war taking place if it was from Moses’s point of view, because Moses would’ve played a different role if he was free in the first place.
As you can see, if the point of view in a book like this changed, the reader would’ve felt much differently about the situation going on. They would’ve also felt different because the thoughts that go through the characters’ heads would convince the reader to think different things about the situations in the book. The point of view in a book or story or any type of literature is very important.
13 year-old Nathaniel is a boy who is an indentured servant working on a tobacco plantation in Virginia, living in the year 1775. He has a friend on that plantation named Moses. However, soon after, he is sold to a kind, elderly schoolmaster named Basil. Nathaniel is separated from Moses, and finds out that the people where Moses is don’t like the idea of liberty in a country that depends on slaves and indentured servants. Moses’s only chance of liberty is to run away and join the British Royal Ethiopian, a regiment of escaped Virginian slaves. I am going to describe how the book would be different if it was told from Moses’s point of view.
Moses was separated from Nathaniel, and the things that Moses saw weren’t mentioned often because they were two different stories taking place at the same time. If it was Moses’s point of view, there wouldn’t be much information about the war going on. The reader would be much more confused, just as Moses would’ve been. This is because Moses’s top thing on his priority list was to escape to gain his liberty. The reader would be curious about Nathaniel, because it was Nathaniel’s job to help Moses without being caught by Basil because he was known to be trustworthy.
Not only does the book mention how Nathaniel is friends with Moses, but the part where they are separated would be much different from Moses’s point of view. He would’ve had the same emotions, but he would have to form his plan to escape, and Nathaniel didn’t know exactly what his plan was. He just had to help Moses because they were friends, and they didn’t want to not be friends anymore just because they were separated. The reader would’ve felt much different about the war taking place if it was from Moses’s point of view, because Moses would’ve played a different role if he was free in the first place.
As you can see, if the point of view in a book like this changed, the reader would’ve felt much differently about the situation going on. They would’ve also felt different because the thoughts that go through the characters’ heads would convince the reader to think different things about the situations in the book. The point of view in a book or story or any type of literature is very important.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
What am I?
Author’s Note: I am doing my creative piece from the point of view of an inanimate object. I can’t say what it is yet, because when people read the actual story, I want them to guess what it is. If you’re really stuck, I’ll tell at the end of the piece.
Why me? Are my only thoughts for most of my existence. Why would anyone want to be me? I can never see what is going on because I’m always on the ground. I can’t move, I can’t talk, and I don’t have any features that are anywhere near humans. I’m always cold, unless it’s a hot day or if I’m washed with warm water. But the worst thing about being me is: lunchtime. Lunchtime at this school is the worst time of the day. There are children everywhere, stepping on me, not caring what I think. But how would they know what I feel? They’ve never been me before, and they never will. The kids are dropping crumbs and bits of disgusting lunch food on me. They never pick any of the stuff up. They spill juice and milk all over me, never bothering to clean it up. They slide their tables around when they get up, and leave scuff and scratch marks all over me. The food is kicked around, only to hit me on the other side of the large eating area. All I can hear are the pounding noises of kids feet stomping on me, and the little tinks and thumps and crashes of things landing on me. The little kids who spill juice all over me don’t clean it up, and other kids come along and slip, falling on me, hurting me. I hate this job. From the moment I was installed in this school, I knew that I would hate it. But I can’t help it. After all, I am a cafeteria floor.
Why me? Are my only thoughts for most of my existence. Why would anyone want to be me? I can never see what is going on because I’m always on the ground. I can’t move, I can’t talk, and I don’t have any features that are anywhere near humans. I’m always cold, unless it’s a hot day or if I’m washed with warm water. But the worst thing about being me is: lunchtime. Lunchtime at this school is the worst time of the day. There are children everywhere, stepping on me, not caring what I think. But how would they know what I feel? They’ve never been me before, and they never will. The kids are dropping crumbs and bits of disgusting lunch food on me. They never pick any of the stuff up. They spill juice and milk all over me, never bothering to clean it up. They slide their tables around when they get up, and leave scuff and scratch marks all over me. The food is kicked around, only to hit me on the other side of the large eating area. All I can hear are the pounding noises of kids feet stomping on me, and the little tinks and thumps and crashes of things landing on me. The little kids who spill juice all over me don’t clean it up, and other kids come along and slip, falling on me, hurting me. I hate this job. From the moment I was installed in this school, I knew that I would hate it. But I can’t help it. After all, I am a cafeteria floor.
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