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The Squirrel Who Can Not Find Home. (Trade or Dare)

@carlylovescats gave me the dare of doing an inner monologue of a squirrel that got lost in the woods.

As I look around the area around me it is very unfamiliar. I guess it is probably because I lose the direction I am going constantly. I guess it is my fault for wandering so far from home even though Granny told me to not wander off to far.

As I run across the ground I just keep looking around to see if there is anything that looks familiar. The trees, bushes, shrubs, some weird looking moss and some misshapen rocks. All of them looks Unfamiliar to me. Although there is one thing I have to say,

“WHY DO ALL THESE TREES LOOK SIMILAR!”

I guess I may need to get a better vantage point to find my way home. Time to climb a tall tree! *clack* *Clack* *Clack* *Clack* When I made it about half way up the tree I saw something I have never seen before. Black ground that runs endless in one direction I feel like Granny told me something about this before. Well I guess I should check it out.

*Clack* *Clack* *Clack* *Clack* Down the tree I go. I then started to run in the direction of the black ground. When I finally made it to the area of the black ground I was curious so I stared to paw at it. Hmmm it seems like it is just a large rock. I then decided to go out onto the black ground because it may take me back home. 

I then heard a really loud Bird? I decided to take a look at this bird to give it a piece of my mind and that is when I knew I messed up. A large boxy creature shooting light at me came barreling towards me. Hmmmm what is that and why is coming at me? I have never been here before so it is not something I messed with. Then what I have forgotten hit me. Granny has told me many times to stay away from any black ground because no one has ever returned from stepping onto it. So this is my end huh? It can not be I am to young to die.

*CRUNCH* *CRUNCH*

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Well I tried to do the best I could but man Was it hard to find somethings in this story lol. Let me just say it was difficult but was also enjoyable in a sense. I probably also did somethings not totally correct but does it matter when your having fun? I also Have to say it has given me some new ideas on how I would go about changing some things If I had to go back through this. Although there are something I would probably not change as well. But overall it gave me new insight in how I could change my writing style.

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Hey,

Well I made it, The journey to make it here was rough. I first ran out of gas on the drive. Apparently my gas gauge was broken. Luckily I just passed a gas station about a mile back. The walk there sucked but I made it. When I went into the gas station to see if I could get a gas can I made a terrible mistake. There standing in front of me were 3 people robbing the place. Reflexively I turned around but all I heard was, “Take another step”. Welp now I am now out of gas and being robbed. Worst road trip ever. After taking all my money and some candy bars from the shelf next to me the robbers fled the scene. Luckily an Old man gave me some money for some gas and a ride back to my car.

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At first the central idea could be thought of as a road trip but I think it is more of Misfortune. I think In the story I already have a line that encompasses this line and that would be, “ Welp now I am now out of gas and being robbed”. I guess it could also be, “Well I tripped and scrapped my knees, I had no money for gas, and now I am stuck in middle of nowhere”. In truth I kind of can feel where I was coming from when I was writing this and I think that but restating that one line and adding a new sentence kind of got me back into the mindset when I first wrote this.

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The Squirrel Who Can Not Find Home. (Trade or Dare)

@carlylovescats gave me the dare of doing an inner monologue of a squirrel that got lost in the woods.

As I look around the area around me it is very unfamiliar. I guess it is probably because I lose the direction I am going constantly. I guess it is my fault for wandering so far from home even though Granny told me to not wander off to far.

As I run across the ground I just keep looking around to see if there is anything that looks familiar. The trees, bushes, shrubs, some weird looking moss and some misshapen rocks. All of them looks Unfamiliar to me. Although there is one thing I have to say,

“WHY DO ALL THESE TREES LOOK SIMILAR!”

I guess I may need to get a better vantage point to find my way home. Time to climb a tall tree! *clack* *Clack* *Clack* *Clack* When I made it about half way up the tree I saw something I have never seen before. Black ground that runs endless in one direction I feel like Granny told me something about this before. Well I guess I should check it out.

*Clack* *Clack* *Clack* *Clack* Down the tree I go. I then started to run in the direction of the black ground. When I finally made it to the area of the black ground I was curious so I stared to paw at it. Hmmm it seems like it is just a large rock. I then decided to go out onto the black ground because it may take me back home. 

I then heard a really loud Bird? I decided to take a look at this bird to give it a piece of my mind and that is when I knew I messed up. A large boxy creature shooting light at me came barreling towards me. Hmmmm what is that and why is coming at me? I have never been here before so it is not something I messed with. Then what I have forgotten hit me. Granny has told me many times to stay away from any black ground because no one has ever returned from stepping onto it. So this is my end huh? It can not be I am to young to die.

*CRUNCH* *CRUNCH*

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http://www.denverpestwildlife.com/squirrel-relocate.html#:~:text=Studies%20show%20that%20a%20squirrel,are%20less%20likely%20to%20return.

So the part of this Link I want to take away from is that Denver pest wildlife Posted that, “Studies show that a squirrel can find its way back to a former nesting ground from as far away as 15 miles. If you choose a good Colorado relocation spot where your squirrels can be happy and thrive they are less likely to return.”

So for me I want I think this squirrel is unlike most other squirrels and does not have a great sense of direction. (FYI I relate to not having a great sense of direction so if I was a this squirrel I would have probably had the same fate). This post also talks about how to relocate squirrels so I would go with that this squirrel was relocated and now is in a new area. It shows in the end of the quote that if the squirrel could be happy there they would be less likely to move away so the area this squirrel was moved to was less than pleasant. 

(I was searching the web and found an article that said squirrels can survive falling at terminal velocity but it does not mean they can survive it if its coming at them lol).

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The Old Man Across the Street

Charles is a 70 year old veteran of the Vietnam war. Charles have lived on the same street since he has came back from the war and has lost his spouse Jennifer about 3 years ago. Charles gets up about at six o’clock every morning and is there waiting patiently for his newspaper. As soon as Charles gets his newspaper he sits down on his old wooden bench on his porch. Charles generally takes his time reading his paper until the children run past going to school. The kids generally cut through Charles yard and oh boy does that make Charles mad. If you were not awake you would be suddenly awoken by a loud yell saying, “You whippersnappers get off my lawn or you will know what will happen to you!” Every Saturday you can see Charles heading off to the cemetery with white flowers in his hands to put on his wife Jennifer’s grave. Generally Charles does not come home on Saturdays until the sun started to set. On Sundays Charles attends church and if he does not see you heading to church all you can hear from him is, “Back in my day ya whippersnappers would be forced to go to church with your parents.” Charles was also known for his angry “Huffs” whenever you did something he did not like.

On rainy days you can see Charles staring out his window for hours on end. Some have thought he just enjoys to watch the rain or the people in the rain and then there are some people who believe that Charles is reliving the memories of when he was in the war because of the stern and serious expression on his face. There has even been times in the middle of the night you could see Charles staring out his window. (ooooh spooky)

Every two or three weeks Charles daughter Gwen comes to visit although before the passing of Jennifer she would only show up roughly every three months. This is probably one of the few days you see Charles smile and when kids run through his yard he goes to yell but stops short. Gwen generally takes Charles out for walks in the morning because she says, “staying cooped up for to long can make a person stir crazy.” So if you do not see Charles sitting on his old bench sitting on his porch then you know Gwen has come to visit.

Sometimes Charles tries to strike up a conversations with the neighbors but stops short because he thinks who would want to talk to a old grumpy man like me. There have been times when the neighbors have tried to talk to Charles but was met with hostility. You can tell Charles does regret that because as the neighbors walk away you can see a hint of sadness and loneliness in his eyes. For poor Charles only if there was a more stubborn neighbor then maybe he would be able to talk to someone other than his daughter when she shows up. 

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I choose the option to turn this into an instruction pamphlet. 

By following these 5 short simple steps you could become friends with Charles!

1. Do not run through his yard. He hates it when people run through his yard. (Other than his daughter of course)

2. Try to make small talk with Charles. If Charles tries to shoo you away just be courteous, act friendly, and preserver. 

3. Try and become friends with his daughter Gwen. Make sure to visit Charles when Gwen is around and you will be surprised with the result.

4. Try to avoid subjects like his late wife Jennifer and his experience in the War. (only do this if you want him to dislike you)

5. Now with this final important step: Just be yourself because Charles hate people who try and act fake towards him. (he will take this as and insult and will no longer want to talk to you)

Now if you have followed these steps you should be able to become great friends with Charles.

Warning: Results may vary per person and we hold no responsibility for what may happen. 

(I wanted to make this warning smaller but Tumblr doesn’t let you)

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The Squirrel Who Can Not Find Home. (Trade or Dare)

@carlylovescats gave me the dare of doing an inner monologue of a squirrel that got lost in the woods.

As I look around the area around me it is very unfamiliar. I guess it is probably because I lose the direction I am going constantly. I guess it is my fault for wandering so far from home even though Granny told me to not wander off to far.

As I run across the ground I just keep looking around to see if there is anything that looks familiar. The trees, bushes, shrubs, some weird looking moss and some misshapen rocks. All of them looks Unfamiliar to me. Although there is one thing I have to say,

“WHY DO ALL THESE TREES LOOK SIMILAR!”

I guess I may need to get a better vantage point to find my way home. Time to climb a tall tree! *clack* *Clack* *Clack* *Clack* When I made it about half way up the tree I saw something I have never seen before. Black ground that runs endless in one direction I feel like Granny told me something about this before. Well I guess I should check it out.

*Clack* *Clack* *Clack* *Clack* Down the tree I go. I then started to run in the direction of the black ground. When I finally made it to the area of the black ground I was curious so I stared to paw at it. Hmmm it seems like it is just a large rock. I then decided to go out onto the black ground because it may take me back home. 

I then heard a really loud Bird? I decided to take a look at this bird to give it a piece of my mind and that is when I knew I messed up. A large boxy creature shooting light at me came barreling towards me. Hmmmm what is that and why is coming at me? I have never been here before so it is not something I messed with. Then what I have forgotten hit me. Granny has told me many times to stay away from any black ground because no one has ever returned from stepping onto it. So this is my end huh? It can not be I am to young to die.

*CRUNCH* *CRUNCH*

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The Darkness Once Again (Jazz Hands Piece)

The Bitter cold could be felt along the walls. It is only worse when the rain accompanies it. Today only the sun sets and darkness ensues. The braziers must be lit before to late or our vision will be impaired. After all no one likes to stumble in the dark.

One by One the braziers spark to life. The warm glow emitting from them helps to stave off the cold and darkness for the time being. Some have thought the fire was safe but that is never the case. For some reason the things that live in the darkness are drawn to the fire. In the beginning we were unprepared for them but now on these walls we stand ready to face anything that comes.

As what you can call an endless night is what this basically feels like since when the sun sets it doesn't rise again for months at a time. It hard on all of us trying to survive but some break and end up as food for those things that hide in the shadows. Even I have started to lose my mind. I mean what can you expect after watching your friends and family walk straight into those things mouths. That is the main reason I stay on this wall is so that I can prevent another death but in reality I am just waiting for my time for it all to end and be able to finally see those that I lost.

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red fig tree - From Chester Bennington’s open letter to his...

From Chester Bennington’s open letter to his...

So I was unsure where to start then I saw Heather Post her thing about erasure poetry and went this looks neat so that is how I go to this point. I really like how you basically rift off another source material/basically destroy what was there until you have something you like. But for the erasure poetry above it gives me many different visions at once. For example the person was either depressed, unhappy, or just being lost and then their light showed up (whoever the poem is about lol) which helped alleviate their suffering. Tbh it could also just be something about relationship stuff or could just be a way of how a person feels about their crush when they are near. Of those 22 words it made me think many different things and it could only happen by removing most of the words from the original text . I also have to say the sheer number and variety of these blackout poetry is insane.

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Micro Manifesto

When I was reading I saw Cross-Genre writing. For me it is one of the styles I feel more in tune with because for myself I like to have versatility in how I write, so I generally end up with a mix of Genres at the end because of the fact that I like to branch when I write stories. I would also say Cross-Genre could make a few interesting stories just by what type of genres it mixes. So in the future I plan to probably do some cross-genres because of the fact of how fun they could be. Also for some reason my brain has been going off about a romance/horror story since I started to read the Cross-Genre section.

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Write a story in which your character receives a message from the future.

While walking down the dark unlit street at night I felt as if I was being watched. I started to walk faster but the feeling never faded so I did what any person would do and spin around to look. When I looked back I saw a silhouette of something. My eyes grew to be like saucers and all I thought to myself was ,”Who was that.. why are they following me.” My brain now full of doubt and fear just told me to turn around and start to walk really fast to get away from whoever that is. I just kept walking but it felt like I was never getting closer to my destination. As my mind raced I did not notice the shadowy figure standing in front of me until  we were roughly 10 feet apart. Panic started to ensue and I reached into my pockets to see if I had some sort of weapon but I stopped moving when a the shadowy figure thrusted an envelope towards me. My brain already going through a meltdown I reached out and grabbed the envelope. The paper the envelope was made of felt weird like it was more plastic then paper. I decided to open the letter because I felt like If I did not open it the shadow man would not be happy. I open the envelope and a letter was inside so I started to read it.

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Hello,

If I were you I would not return home until a few days from this moment have pasted. If you disregard this letter then I can assure a fate worse than death would befall you. All that I can hope is that you will think about my request of you not returning home and find somewhere you can stay for a few days.

-B

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As I finished reading and looked up to ask this shadowy figure what this letter meant they were gone. I decided to disregard this letter and return home because who would listen to a weird message given to you by some random stranger. So I decided to head home and prove the writer of this message that they can not tell me what to do or what not to do. After a longer walk than usually I finally got to my door of my house. When I turned the doorknob I realized it was Unlocked. That’s weird I thought I locked my door when I left. As I walked into my home I smelled a strong scent of Iron. All of a sudden I felt a large object hit me on the back of my head and my vision started to fade to black. When I woke up I was in a room I did not recognize and next to me lied multiple weird tools. Then when sounded like large feet walking down stairs came from behind me. Dread started to fill me. All I could think is that maybe I should have heeded the words of that letter then I would not be in this situation. Now a fate worse than death will is what I shall receive.

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I very much love how the story is laid out it gives you relatability to yourself while also taking back to thought the main character is a bee. I also love how the beginning scene is starting on a crowded bus it gives the idea of humanizing the bee as well in my opinion giving me thought of how bees are packed together in hives. I also think how using facts like that only female bees are the ones to gather nectar really gives it depth to me. In a sense just like how humans need an escape this bee escapes into another world through a book to help with the mundane.

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There had been some discussion of death....

There had been some discussion of death but I did not know at the time, so just like normal I was staring off into space just day dreaming about whatever my mind wandered to. It was a pretty slow morning so I could just relax and day dream. My mind wandered to stories I was think about starting or new ones I thought would be interesting. My day dreaming was cut short by something I heard someone say, “She pasted away last night”. Now that caught my attention and all I wondered was Who pasted away last night. So I did the sneaky thing and got closer to find out and staying hidden in the shadows to learn more. I saw my mother and grandmother talking and well they both looked visibly upset so I knew at that moment it was someone important to both of them but being the little rapscallion I am I stayed in the shadows waiting for the information I wanted to know. My mom and grandmother kept going on about I can not believe she is gone. For me this was torture. Then finally my mother went on about her grandmother. My great grandmother. That is when I realized who they were talking about. All I thought at the time is that can not be true because she was not that old to be passing away (Oh poor younger me not knowing the age of people). I also thought how I would never taste the tasty cookies and pies my great grandmother made anymore. It also made me realize that family get togethers would never be the same.

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The sudden change from the horizon.

Thunder is heard in the distance.

It draws ever closer.

Unwavering to the dark blue cloudless sky.

The wind picks up into a maelstrom 

that blows against the tents with a vengeance.

The lanterns sway back and forth.

Their flames doused by the raging wind outside.

The sun rose from the east

only to reveal the worst.

The army already marches.

The enemy is coming.

It is time to sound the alarm 

before the battles start.

The cold steel of the horn with its bland taste

is blow and the camp wakes.

It is now or never.

Victory or loss.

Death or survival.

That is all that is left.

(I chose the Quoted title Poem)

The line I used for my title: (Next day the trumpets rang early in the camp)

This line came from the Hobbit. If the page is needed it is on page 246 (paragraph 1 sentence 1).

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Poem #2 - Commonality of You

Smile, Rebecca

You’ve been uprooted 

from your town of paper.

Looking at the uncommon clouds, 

you cry,

“Take me with you!” —

they appeal to you.

No, you tell me. 

Not the clouds, but you.

Take me with you, you say,

Hurricane child, take me with you

To your glass castle in the sky. 

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Frown, Johnny

He was removed

from his land to fire.

Falling to the extraordinary place,

he begs,

“Help him fromwards there!”

he pleads of us.

never, we inform him.

hardly the place, but home

Leave him with us, we order,

fire people, leave me out of fire

in our burning pit in the underworld.

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The Icey River (Prompt 1)

It continues to flow,

Never ending.

The ice cold touch lingers on.

The crystal ripples flow along the current,

only slowing for the opposing rock.

The gentle sounds of it moving on,

accompanied by the sound of flying fish,

or the birds perch nearby.

The water is cold and refreshing,

like a bottle taken from the fridge back home.

The scent of nature is all around and strewn throughout its flow.

The flow continues on,

stopping for no one.

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The Write and The Less Write (Hermit Crab Essay)

I was told to write. Make sure everything is right. If a word is misspelled or missing then it is wrong. You only have one chance to go on and there was no chance to correct what was wrong. I had to continue to write but I was not as good as the rest and probably never will be.

The only thing I can do is as I am told and to follow the prompt. Do not stray or there will be no mercy. I write and write but every time I lose the words. I then restart to only find myself in the same situation. Will I ever be able to catch up to the rest. Probably not I was never one to have their skill or ability to write like they do. I was always at a disadvantage from day one.

I try and try again as the paper I crumple up files over my shoulder flies into the pile behind me. I was told to turn in a rough draft before it was too late but I was never even able to make it past the first page. The words that I write down onto the page always end up ruining what I have going so I have to restart and go at it again. Why is the difference between me and them so large. Why can I never learn to change my path and learn to better myself. Is it because this is my place always at the back never being able to see the front.

In the sea of crumpled papers I continue to write hoping to find the words to match the prompt I am given. Now is the time to continue. If I stop now I will only wallow in my inability to match theirs. I must soldier on and that is the only way I have known forward. Even if they are better than me, even if they have more skill than me, and even if they have more knowledge than me I can not give up now because this is the turning point. I must continue to soldier on or I will always be inferior to them.

First page done, second page done, and now I am onto the third page. I managed to write what was asked of me but now I am lost. I have nothing left to write. Is this as far as I can go, is this where it ends, and is this as much as I am capable of. I always knew I could never measure up to them. I was always in their shadow and no matter how hard I tried I could never break free. I see this is as far as I could go on my effort alone.

All I can do is turn in the finished paper as was asked of me in the time allotted. I watch as all those with skills and talent far more than mine walk past. I could try harder next time but I will never be able to match their skills. The one fact that remains is that I continued on and finished. I never gave up halfway thinking that even if they do better than me what is the point because at least I gave my full effort. Even if I am inferior to the rest I must give my best or it means I never really tried at all.

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My hairs life story

When I was younger I had short curly hair. Let just say it was a pain to deal it. So when my hair was cut I did not have a choice in how long it was cut so when it was cut it was really short. Much shorter than I like and on the cold Ohio days it would be death. When the day came that I was able to choose my own length for how long I wanted my hair cut I did not want it cut. Then you realize your a kid and your parents are the ones making the decisions so I then just went with the choice of slightly longer then they had always got my hair cut.

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So when I was in high school I like to have my hair longer. The only problem with that is when you have naturally curly hair it does not get that much longer. So image having a 3 inch long piece of hair that curled up to look like it was about half and inch. Sure I guess it made my hair look fuller I guess. I never thought about it but if I wanted to I could have probably made a ponytail like thing with how long my hair was back then. Although If my parents decided that my hair needed cut I was still forced into getting it cut but unlike being a little kid I had much more control on what the end result ended up being.

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Now that I am in college I have realized that hair sucks because for every different person it varies. For some they may gain bald spots, widows peak, or receding hair lines. For me Its widows peak and a receding hair line. The only positive is that I just leave my hair the way it is because I have no reason to change myself to please others. If I want short hair I have short hair and if I want long hair well I guess I am messed over there because of my natural curly hair. Even though it seems you have a choice but in reality you have little choice in what happens with your hair. When your a  kid it is your parents and when you get older its your genetics. So you could start getting grey hair when your younger because of how your genetics played out or your family has a history of bald spots so if your a guy you have a good chance of being bald.

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Maze Runner

http://www.100wordstory.org/maze-runner/

Narrator is endlessly wandering a never-ending path. Plot twist ending. 

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