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.