Blog 10

My writing style has changed little over the past few years, but it has been reshaped many times, especially over the course of this class. My writing style was always about playing it safe, never venturing to far into the creative aspect of my mind. With this class I decided that preconception was a waste of time. I had been holding back on my writing for too long, writing lackluster papers about topics and stories I had no interest in. One of the ways I was able to try new things was not only receiving, but giving feedback on my fellow students work. Between the blog responses, class speed-date style review, and, course, the class workshops, I have given and received tons of feedback. Reading and responding to my classmate's work helped me realize ideas I wanted to try and checking if certain things that weren't working in my classmate's writing were working for me. Through this class and moving forward, I anticipate to keep trying things outside of my writing and even personal comfort zone, because it was there and then when my writing and myself made the most growth. Looking back on my first blog post, I believe I have overcome the main problem I had with writing: conveying my exact thoughts. Through my constant writing and purposely trying new things, I have gained a new and better understanding of my writing, and of myself. This conveys in my wiring, I believe, as I have recently been able to properly express my exact thoughts through my writing. I am excited to see how my writing will develop looking into the future, and what writing I will be able to produce in the near future.

Blog 9

Troy feels defeated after his anxiety attack. The weight of his current situation weighs heavy and his heart and mind. He goes to the computer and begins searching flights. Maybe he can leave. Maybe his miseries can be solved by running away. He stops and closes his laptop with a quick smash. "If I were to run away from all my problems," he says aloud to himself, "what will become of me? Life is hard, but I can't quit. A sense of ease washes over his numb and lanky body. He knows that ahead of him lay some of the hardest times he will have to endure. But he also knows that once he conquers this time in his life that he'll be stronger and wiser, and no one will be able to stop him.

Both physically and emotionally exhausted, Troy retreats to his bed. He gets angry with the world, breeding hate within his core. He thinks of how unfair and cruel all of it can be, all of it is. His anger turns to sadness and defeat. He feels worthless and weeps internally, too tired to form a tear. But then his thoughts turn a dark red, introduction some happiness into his mind. However this happiness is not what most would recognize as happiness. This was a dark and twisted happiness that Troy feeder. Maybe he liked the pain, the misery. It was fun being sad, being mad. At least he felt something. And he did feel something. He felt it more than he's ever felt anything in his life. The pain was fun to Troy and complaining about it even more so. It was then that Troy decided to be comfortably happy in his misery, and he went to sleep.

The rest of the night went by in waves of uncertainty. Troy thought to himself and thought hard, drowning in his internal words. "The world is cruel," he thought. He decided it was enough. He couldn't take all of the pain anymore, all of the sadness. It was time for him to be happy, and it was all up to him. He realized that his perceptions were leading him to his sadness and to his anger with life. He walked to his bed, not defeated, but contempt. Tomorrow would be a new day, one filled with opportunity and promise, and even if the day was not what Troy would hope, he would make it that way. Troy was done waiting for things to happen and done relying so heavily on everyone else to make him happy, or miserable. Troy was going to make for himself a better life.

Blog 8

The room is secret 

The room is cool

The room is quiet 

The room is awesome

Family is like a tree

Family is like a roller coaster 

Family is like a building 

Family is like no other

Blog Post #8 - Ashley Shaw

Part One:
The room was a fortress.
The room was a dungeon.
The room was a secret.
The boy was a doornail.
The boy was a box of rocks.
The girl was a lightbulb.

Part Two:
The kiss was like heaven.
The boy's hair felt like velvet.
His eyes were as blue as the ocean.
She felt like a million bucks.
As strong as an ox.

Blog #8

1. A dog is a friend. A cat is an enemy. A girl is gold. Family is life. An accountant is a calculator. Money is power. Feelings are weakness. Pain is weakness leaving your body. Your body is a temple. Your body is you. She is a diamond.
2. The dog looked like a freshly made bag of cotton candy. The house smelled like a Bud Light brewery. Her hair looked like a barrel of hay. The car sounded like a dying cat. The cheetah was as fast as my internet.

Favorites: A dog is a friend. Money is power.The house smelled like a Bud Light brewery. The cheetah was as fast as my internet.

A dog is a vessel, a dog is a boat, a dog is a roof, a dog is a handle, a dog is a bacteria, a dog is a wall
A girl is a temptress, a wall is a puzzle, cereal is power, tile is structure.

The dog is like the excited toddler. The door is like a endless portal. A phone is like hypnosis. The computer is like a prison. sun is like the reactor. The key is like the foot. Shoe is like a door handle. The trash can is like a goal post.

Blog #8 - Oliver Hamlin

Her eyes are emeralds

Her lips are a scarlet heart

Her cheeks are soft rosy mountains of flesh

His eyes were burning coals.

His car was a sabre

The television is a mother to the boy.

The tie is like a chain across the man’s neck.

a couch is a lover

a couch is an accomplice

a couch is a sea

His eyes were like burning coals.

The television was like a mother.

John had just gotten to the park when he first encountered Emma. Emma was beautiful, but most beautifully described by John, who had instantly fallen in love with her. It was love at first sight. According to John, her hair looked like gold and felt like silk. When she smiled her teeth looked like pearls, in between her scarlet heart lips. Her skin was porcelain and her nose was just a little button on her face. Emma had emerald eyes and soft rosy cheeks. The day Emma and John met at the park, they decided to go for a walk around the park. The sky was ocean blue and was covered by orange and pink cotton balls.