The Scariest or Loveliest Place
Take 10 minutes and begin to write about the scariest or loveliest place you know. The place can be real or fictional. Our writing emphasis is on describing the place - precisely.
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Warm Up page 135 of the book
Chapter 6 - Key Words
from http://hubpages.com/hub/Using-These-Words-Will-Help-You-Sound-Smart Please choose at least 3 key terms from Chapter 6 and define them using the book and then add a supplemental definition that you found while researching on the Internet. Post the definitions in comments box. These terms will help us during our class discussions of story. We will review the context of the words in our next class discussion.
Half Moon Rock, with its cold divets, its trees growing from nothing, and its breathtaking view, is a place of many firsts and many middles for me. Its hard, cold, vertical climb holds my first date with Hunter in its hands. Atop its shoulders rests the edge where he asked me to marry him. The top of its head, tattooed with deep and shallow carvings of names, dates, and initials, is where many dates in-between and conversations about life have taken place.
ReplyDeleteThere is a looming shadow that casts over you whenever you stand at the bottom, wondering if you could ever make it up in the drizzling spring rain. The light at the top beckons you to come see the view, because it only gets better from here.
The whippoorwill sings an ode to the rock’s grand stature as the crickets hum a tune about its ability to support so much life. It is a place of solace and of adventure. It is a place abundant with huckleberries, pines, and marks of yesterdays. It holds many stories in its weathered skin.
-Brooklyn Kelley
DeleteIt is a place that I know during the day. I do my homework there, I take a shower there, I get ready there. But come nighttime when the sun drops below the clouds for the night, it is a place I no longer know. It is dark, eerie, and new figures come about every time I open my eyes. I see my coats hanging on the back of my door, but sometimes they are people. I see my reflection in my mirrors at the foot of my bed, but sometimes I see more than just me. In my bathroom, which is connected to my room, the door is slightly cracked open. But sometimes I see something standing in the crack. It is a completely different atmosphere and environment when the sun goes down. A place I will never feel comfortable in.
ReplyDeleteThe winds of this place seem to know my name. They call me every time I am here. The grass always provides a soft cushion for me to come back when my thoughts float away. The mountains hang high and seem like they’re kissing the air. The air smells of mountain dew and the sky ohh so blue This is the place of my peace. The time where all there was and all that will ever be seen to collide. I am in the present whenever I am there. While the chain link fence may keep my body enclosed my mind is as free as the birds soaring overhead. The faint howls of the creatures lurking in the dark are the only sounds that join me in my palace in the sky.
ReplyDeleteHarbour Island, Bahamas is a place that I hold extremely near to my heart. The island is roughly 45 minutes by plane from my hometown of Naples, Florida. Harbour Island lies on the island of North Eleuthera by the Exuma Sound. This island has been an island that my family and I have repeatedly traveled to ever since I was roughly 5 years old. In the early days we would bring our boat over and stay on the boat , and in more recent years we travel throughout the island. This island is so unique, I do not know where to even begin. It is not what you picture when you think of the Islands of The Bahamas- there is a beautiful feeling of seclusion when you walk down the Pink Sand beach. (Yes, the sand is quite literally bright pink!) I spend my days on the island fishing with the same group of local fishermen who I have gone with since I was just 5 years old. A feeling of almost sadness sets in when I look at Jordan, who was so young when we first met. Seeing his ruddy, worn skin that has been aged from the sun and his dread locks slowly turning grey reminds me that it isn't just me who is getting older, but all of us, too. We were all so young when we first started fishing. A lifetime goal is for me to spend significant time there as an adult if I can, and I am so blessed my family has brought me to this place repeatedly.
ReplyDeleteI can see nothing but the color green for miles and miles. The rolling hills remind me of sledding in the wintertime and slip n slides in the summertime. This is the place I grew up, the place where so many of my characteristics come from, the place that I can call home. There are nearly a dozen gardens here and there and as I walk through them I can hear the soft humming of the bees, the splashing of the koi fish in their stoney ponds, and smell the sweet perfumes of hundreds of flowers. I come to my favorite spot under a cherry tree in the springtime just when the flowers have begun to bloom and scatter the ground with its soft petals. Here lies a bench on which I have spent hours upon hours reading, sleeping, and breathing in the warm air and feeling the wind brush my face. I watch as a bright blue butterfly floats by my fingers and lands on the back of my hand, its curious antennas swaying back and forth in the wind and its wings slowly beating up and down. The feeling of serenity is almost overwhelming as I drift off to the sound of wind chimes singing in the wind. This is where I go to find peace when I am lost, this is where I go to relax and forget about the outside world, this is where I go to feel home.
ReplyDeleteWalking up the hill through the falling leaves from the branches above, you can see the sunlight peaking through sporadically onto the ground. The hike is long, but the farther you go, the better. It’s not silent. It’s serene. Birds talking through the air, a soft breeze rustles through the grass, and an occasional buzz from a dragon fly. This is a sign you’re getting closer. You start to hear the soft flow of water and the logs around you start to appear with moss. The ground starts to get softer as you see the crystal water flowing through stones on the landscape before you. It smells fresh and comforting. You sit down in a bed of grass and watch the water as daisies collapse under you. As the clouds move, the sunlight hits your face and brings warmth. You close your eyes and begin to rest knowing that here, no one can reach you.
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