Hero's journy (Terminator Salvaton)

Ordinary World; Jail, The world before 2018

Call to adventure: Sign his body away, The death of the world

Refusal of the call: "I don't deserve it" "I'll sell it to you"

Meting with the mentor: Awakes after years, Kyle, John Connor Leader of the resistance

Crossing the threshold: Into the deserted town and being attracted by a terminator c600

Tests, Allies, Enemies: Humans, The general, Terminators, Sky net, Hunter killers, Williams

Approach: Hunter killers take Kyle, left stuck in no where, Group of humans captured at sky net, steps on a mine, Realizes he's half robot and becomes prisoned

Ordeal: The battle with the main terminate and gets killed until John Connor shocks his heart back to life.

Reward: Gets a second chance, Destruction of sky net, gets a heart, Saves father

The road back: Little girl gets trigger that levels sky net

Resurrection: John Connor is dieing. Marcus gives up his heart for him to live

Return with elixir: Gives his heart, Giving, Freedom, Peace. "Everyone deserves a second chance"

Hero: Marcus Right, John Connor

Mentor: John Connor, Marcus Right, Kyle Rees

Threshold Guardian: T.V. creator lady

Herald: John Connor, Williams

Shapeshifter: Sky net, Machines

Shadow: The main terinator

Trickster: TV creator lady, Marcus Right

A Gift I'd Like to Give

Confusion is the main emotion that stops people in their tracks; makes them take a gander. A moment of frustration leading to anger and once they have pulled all their hair out, about that one thing you just can't seem to remember, get it, understand, bring together or solve. That is when we give in and ask what, who, why or anything else we want to know. "Help!" then it becomes Cristal clear.

In this world today lives are ending drastically, hearts are broken, promises torn from the very souls of its own purpose, and countries burned. Understanding is the only gift that has a chance to make that heart pumping, promises held strong and dept, and countries thriving.

The understanding gift is powerful enough to cover all that. Help and redeem moments as small as helping a stranger, to saving a country from war. If only everyone had the gift to understand; understand each other as well as your own spirit. Understand that one concept to succeed, understand why you should or should not do something.

The frustration of not being able to grasp a concept is one of my most hair ripping moments, as well as not knowing how to move my body a specific way in order to do a difficult or close to impossible action. I have found nothing is impossible, everyone can understand. If you were to just understand how to do that math problem. To understand that drugs do more than just give you that buzz to bear the pain. We can do so much more if we had that special gift to understand. I want to give it to all I know and more. May we all understand!

In my life my parents have taken things too fast from the beginning, too fast to understand what they were getting into. When the parents are the ones still trying to understand why certain things are important? That is when the kids change dramatically. My parents have not been able to understand for so many years that it's time to come to an understandable conclusion. Possibly it was just simply not to be.

I've realized that there are some things you can't give as a gift. With my help I could help them gain an understanding. But before I can give something that is part of me, I have to gain it for myself.

A relationship is the most challenging and most socially learning experience you can ever have. It becomes a studying course where your figure out who you are, who they are, how to understand each other and both change towards each other to become closer, both sacrificing in order to get the understanding we both need in order to make it work. When the time is right and we have both given all we can give. That is when I can both give and receive the gift of understanding.

The gift I would like to be able to give is also the gift I would like to receive. It has to go more than one way in order for anyone to have it. Understanding that one person I love the most; is the most precious gift I can be able to give. To understand someone so they can become their best. Then together we both will understand each other and become one.

A gift I'd like to give(practice)

Confusion is the main emotion that stops people in their tracks; makes them take a gander. A moment of frustration leading to anger and once they have pulled all their hair out, about that one thing you just can't seem to remember, get it, understand, bring together or solve. That is when we give in and ask what, who, why or anything else we want to know. "Help!" then it becomes Cristal clear.

In this world today lives are ending drastically, hearts are broken, promises torn from the very souls of its own purpose, and countries burned. Understanding is the only gift that has a chance to make that heart pumping, promises held strong and dept, and countries thriving.

The understanding gift is powerful enough to cover all that. Help and redeem moments as small as helping a stranger, to saving a country from war. If only everyone had the gift to understand; understand each other as well as your own spirit. Understand that one concept to succeed, understand why you should or should not do something.

The frustration of not being able to grasp a concept is one of my most hair ripping moments, as well as not knowing how to move my body a specific way in order to do a difficult or close to impossible action. I have found nothing is impossible, everyone can understand. If you were to just understand how to do that math problem. To understand that drugs do more than just give you that buzz to bear the pain. We can do so much more if we had that special gift to understand. I want to give it to all I know and more. May we all understand.

love poem

Simple loves

Sitting on a rivers bank

the sunset casting it's rays

the greenery hanging just right

the picture that somehow you needed to see

laying against his strong chest

the heat of his heart keeps you warm

the first blizzard of the year brings you together

the very presence of him being there is all you needed

Galloping up a mountain trail

the warm air whipping your hair like a flag

the power of every muscle pushing against the earth

the greenery flying by, changing every second giving something new

Watching the sunset

the many colors that mold together

the calmness it seems to bring to the earth

the clearity it forms giving you the answers you want

It's the simple pleasues of life that give you love

the excitement of adventure

the nececity of romance

the clearity of understanding

Life Story

"Cowgirl"

Tuff cowgirl
living through life
exploring, discovering, experiencing.

Ruff'n through family terrors
scrapping by parts and fly by others
trials, heartbreak, temptations.

Break'n free
finding herself in adventures
independent, strong, accomplished.

Find'n love
helps life become balanced
nature, cowboy, animals.

I Remember Poem

I remember spring

the heat of the new, to warm you after a long winter

new life being born

new flowers to fill the earth with beauty

the singing birds

I remember spring

I remember friends

the laughter and jokes we'd play till our sides aced

the phone calls

the simple look and you'd know what they're saying

new toys to share

I remember friends

I remember adventures

coming back home and having scratches and cuts to show

the animals and creatures

finding treasures and new secret places found and be found

the smell of nature

I remember adventures

I remember jumping

the beauty and power of the horse just beneath me

feeling free

flying over jumps with the wind in your face and the ground so far below

the connection of the horse

I remember jumping

I remember death

the horrifying gnawing in your stomach ripping to get out

the fear of it

the look on the others face and you see death it's self

the heart wrench of loss

I remember death

Journal Entry

Stan 11



My tea's gone cold! I wonder why I even bothered to get out of bed at all. It's the worst kind of day; it's cold outside but not cold enough to snow so it rains. The kids have already left for school and I don't want to clean this old house. Though I still have to...



I dump my tea an put some coffee in, then trudge over to the couch and pick up the book I was reading the other night. Opening it up and starting to read when a knock on the door gets my attention. "Ugh!" I groaned standing up. "Who in the world could this be," Just thinking to myself.



Opening the door I found a tall man with a black trench coat, and wet from the rain, he looked at me. It wasn't until I looked at his scruffy face that I realized who it was. Without any control of my mouth "Kurt!" escaped.



Forgetting about the cold, rain, and everything that was on my mind, I jumped into his strong arms. "Kurt, my love, your home," I whispered into his ear. "Yes baby, and here to stay," he whispered back.



For an instance time stood still as we held each other as tight as our strength could muster, without pain. Nothing mattered at this point my love was home from the war.

Impulse 2

Hayden - Ok, ok I got it. You are going to get the Caliph.
Keith - Bring it
Hayden - You sure about this
Keith - If you don't want me to then you forfeit
Hayden - Oh I don't' forfeit
Keith - Alright then
Hayden - Money on the table
(both put the cash on the table)
Hayden - You ready?
Keith - Ready as I'll ever be
Hayden - K, go!
(5 min later Keith has eaten all the Caliph)
Keith - Wow that's intense stuff
Hayden - Ya, I can see that. I was getting sick just watching you
Keith - So deals a deal. (grabs the money
Hayden - Hey buddy, you don't look so good
Keith - naa I'm fine, just work'n it down
Hayden - haha, whatever you say
Keith - (pukes all over Hayden)

Sketch

Sitting in a lazy-boy that has been well warn in by many years. It's placed to the side and slightly in front of the fireplace. A dog curled up on a rug right in front of the fire takeing a nap. Hot chocolate in hand, to warm and comfort the inside, I glance over, looking out the window there is a heavy snow fall, but the clouds have opened Just slightly to show the world, for a slight moment, the beauty that it brings to the bitter winter. The hustle and bustle of the Christmas Holiday is quite; just for a moment as the fire burns to bring warmth to the small cabin home. The tree stands tall by the window, as if to show off for his friends just outside. He has a friend, next to him is a table-bench that displays a plate of cookies and milk. His branches giving off the pine sent, and the plate of gingerbread, leave the house smelling like pine and ginger. The perfect combination for this time of year.

Sene

(Best buddies sitting in a car headed on their first road trip together)

Steve: I'm so freakin' stoked for this trip.
Jo Bob: Ya I know. I can't believe we won!
Steve: 104.3 is the best.
Jo Bob: That there station is da' boom.
Steve: Winning contest tickets to the demolition derby is easy as eatin' pie.
Jo Bob: OH! Ya'll should stop by "Jimmy's" and get treats.
Steve: He haw that sounds like a kicken good idea.

(After stacking up on snacks, drinks and don't forget the beef jerky they where on their way)

Steve: Hey! Looky there Jo. Ain't those some hot chicks. Lets pick'm up.
Jo Bob: Hey ladies, wanna ride in our pick'mup truck. We can sure pick ya'll up.
Ladies: haha right!
Jo Bob: Oh come on, we go jerky. (grinning from ear to ear)
Ladies: Keep going before ya'll embarrass ya'll's selves ta death.
Steve: Come on Jo.

(Steve pushing the gas, forcing Jo to leave)
Steve: Well that was smooth.
Jo Bob: Ah shut up.

1st Page

Being born on a train, I know travailing and love it. It was in the fourth cargo hold after the passenger cart and sleeping quarters of the train. A pile of soft fresh hay provided as my bedding which I was born on. Mu parents are both circus performers. My father, the good father he is, has a temperament. Then my mother ,who is quite unlike my father, is as sweet as any could be.

They say the night that I was born the strangest thing had happened. A thunder storm had somehow came out of no where with no warning whatsoever, and engulfed the train. The tracks had been electrocuted at the same point that my cart passed over at the same time. I was quite small when I was born, and still wet from the trip to this strange world, I had been the only one to be electrocuted. Ever sense then the traveling circus of Radagast was never the same. This was how my life started.

I'm the first of any kind to turn purple after an electrocution. Even more strange I have special abilities. The electricity that ran through the train and into me, somehow encircled my heart and stayed there. I now have electric ablilities and with that I figued how to join the positive and negitive energy creating fire. Sadly because of that I also have not gron in the five years now sense my birth.

You don't know this but it comes out my trunk... yes I am an elephant, crazy but true. A small purple elephant with electricity running through my vains.

Intro

I wouldn't consider myself a writer, but I do like to write. I love to get new ideas and thoughts when I writing. I wanted to be in creative writing because I think it would be tons of fun and I would be able to get new ideas. I have written a few short stories and have shown them to other English teachers that have liked them. My favorite writing type I do is journal writing.

I love to read and I do it just about as much as I write. The thing that is the same about reading and writing is that I can only write according to my personality and mood. I can't just pick up a book and read the entire thing. If I don't get the story/book or just doesn't work with my mood at that point my mind wanders and I could be pages into the story and not know one thing. I read the words but it's like listening to someone without hearing them. Don't get me wrong I love to hear stories, but I write to my personality and read what intrigues me.

Journals are my main type of writing. It's not just day to day of what I've done that day or what has happened. It's stories and experiences that I have gone through. A quote that I really like, how I am felling or what I think about a topic that's going on or associated with that time period. I'm really not a poet writer or a long novel, but I do have thoughts and ideas that somehow make their way onto a page. I like to put pictures, cards, tickets, or anything that has to do with what I'm writing about with it.

I'm not planning on being a big famous writer or anything, just a type of remembering the past for me and the people I love and some I don't hate. There isn't many people I hate. I like to look back on what I've written and remember stories forgotten that make you laugh, cry or just something to enjoy.