Fu-Fu (*Science Fiction Setting)

Dr. Harrison turned me away. He told me I am not able to do this any more. The operation had taken months and still no change.
I strolled out of the hospital with the help of a Kran nurse; cold and tired. My heart felt heavy and my eyes stunned from the bright light of the sun. I shield my eyes from the rays.
"I am sorry Ms Bohs.."
His words echoed through my head.
"...there's nothing left we can do; we did the best we can. You know what happens, now."
I nodded as I laid there on the bed side. I knew what was going to happen.
I had to go through inspection, again. The government won't allow one of their citizens to walk around looking like a norm. Ever since Yolif came to power, the separation of the Krans and Norms became divided.
She stopped and smiled from behind me. Her long green nurse uniform seemed as if it hasn't been washed for a while. I could see her Krans scar across her belly button. Mine faded away when I was ten years old.
That's the thing about being half kran and norm. It's hard trying to hide from both creatures, especially in Fu-Fu.

Point of View Exercise #9

It snowed today when I was jogging along Pight Avenue. It was white and light. Oddly enough, white objects always seem to be light. At least that's what you always said to me.
You've always loved the snow. You use to keep me up at night talking nonstop about how you loved them. You seemed almost at peace with yourself, talking poetically with so much passion about those little things.
Even though there were people fighting for the phone, you would somehow find time to call me.
"If it snowed in July, would you still like it?" I would ask.
"No," you would reply, "I would love it."
When you hung up, I would send a prayer hoping that you would remain strong and safe.
I jogged up to the corner, still jogging in place to see if it was safe to cross the street. I looked over my left shoulder and spotted a street light with a ton papers taped to it, and chuckled. I remembered how you would tell me stories. Stories about how insane you went when you found out your dog was missing; your voice would rise with excitement.
"She was pure breed white Siberian husky! Who wouldn't want her?! Come on! Help me find her!!!"
You would stand by the corner of Pight Avenue and pass out fliers, determined to get Queen back. I would smile and fall more in love with you by the second.
That was the day I knew I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you.
I jogged across the street with my pumped red and white running shoes, breathing heavier and heavier with each step.
House one, two, three. I'm here. Home. My hands fell from a griped fist to an open palm. I knelled over and took one last breath of air trying to grasp my breath.
I walked up my white stairs and reached my hand in my pocket to find the house key. I placed my left hand on the doorknob. That's odd. It's unlocked.
I slowly opened it and reached towards the wooden bat on the white porch. Stepping back, I counted. "One, two, three.." I forced my right feet on the center and the door swung open. I jumped in with the bat over my left shoulder, ready for combat.
"What are you doing?"
My stiffed knees went weak. My jaw dropped. I dropped to the ground.
You approached me and placed your arms around me, holding me close.
"You're home.." I managed to say. My voice quaked and I swung my arms around you.
You laughed lightly and said,
"Hey! It's snowing!"

Voice Exercise #7

Note: In this exercise it says to write about a very confident guy that goes to a party and thinks a girl that he has a crush on is ignoring him. I thought about changing it from a guy perspective to a girl's, but I was having too much fun writing it originally from a male's voice.
Also, remember this is fiction. I mentioned a design in the story--it's not a real one. :D Thank you!


Oh, man. My hand, it's shaking. Ah-why isn't she listening to me? Wait, IS she listening to me? What if she isn't listening? What if she's laughing at me? Does she think I'm boring? W-wh-what if I, I, I'm boring her? I can't bore her! I'm "Thee Guy". Everyone wants a piece of me, even the fellas!
"So, anyway, that was some crazy math test."
I flashed a smile and she tilt her head to her left. Her long hair fell on her right cheek bone slowly. At least I think it was her hair. Wait, was that her shadow? What if it was her shadow? Am I blind? I c-c-can't be blind. I have perfect vision. In fact, I've been having perfect vision. Ever since I was five! That's right. So, it was her hair that fell on her cheek. Right?
"Sure," she said.
Her lips curled out and popped back in. She raised her hand to rub her eye. Her long finger nails were perfectly done--shiny and bright pink. Her round green eyes rolled over to the other room. I quickly took a quick glance at what she was looking at. The room was dark and damp. The air was heavy from all the dancing and I could smell the intense odor of sweat.
I took a bit of my pretzel and turned my attention back to her. By Jove, she's cute. She totally likes me. I can tell. It's all about the body language. Oh, y--e--a--h. Who da man? Me. That's who.
"Hey Ali."
A low voice crept up from behind me.
I turned and went face-to-face with someone's chest. He stunk like skunk and was wearing a Louster design shirt. I could tell, I've always worn that design my Freshman year. Only losers were those kind of designs. Psh, he got nothing on me.
"Hi," she said.
Hi? HI?! HI!!! What is she doing saying "HI" to this Loser?! Did her hair get caught in her eye or something?
"So, what's been going on? How are you?"
What's going on here, Loser, is that I'm talking to her. GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRL!
"Things are going good, how are you?"
Wait, what?! Is this for real? Is she really responding to his lame pick-up lines? Ah, no! No, no, no, no, no!
Is it because I was boring? Is it because I stink? Do I smell?
I raised my arm up just for a quick check. No, I don't smell. I think. I can't tell!
What if she's not interested? That can't be it. Can it? What if she doesn't like me? What happens next? What do I do? Is it because I didn't come off strong enough? Does she think I'm just another Loser?
Two hours later..
As my racing thoughts slowly drained away, I headed towards the exit. The air outside was cold and refreshing. I clasp my cold hands together and wiped off the sweat from my forehead.
This is probably what ugly people have to go through.

Character Exercise #3

Name: Val Tresion
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Place of Birth: Rural Area--Oklahoma
Eye Color: Light Brown
Hair Quantity: Thick, wavy dark brown
Unusual facial and bodily features: Wondering right eye
Pet: Cat
Name: Halo
Occupation: Nurse
Location: Queens, New York
Bathing Habits: Early morning shower and late night baths
Allergies: Chocolate
Private Obsession: Collection of Green Stuffed Animals
Sins: Constant Liar
Secret Passion: Making her own socks
Main Frustration: Global Warming and dirty clothes

Hasani Meets Miley Cyrus

He runs towards Miley Cyrus,
smiling,
giddy,
jumping up and down.
His braces shines,
reflecting the sun
above.
I stare.
Breath heavy.
Blink-faced.
His hands becomes
sweaty,
he clapps his hands together loudly,
swinging them
up and down.
WACK!
My face becomes hot.
'MILEY! MILEY! I LOVE YOU!'
His high pitch voice screeches through my ears.
My head sways away..
'MILEY! MILEY! AHHHHHH!!! OVER HERE!'
His mouth becomes a blow horn.
He makes an attempt,
stretching his arms out,
wrapping his arms around her like wall paper.
Sticky.
Fllaaattttt..
All over..
Miley Cyrus steps back,
falling backwards.
Men in black rushes over,
high pitch screams vibrates over my body.
He's up in the air now;
'I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!'
His punches,
well,
he tries.
He kicks,
well,
he tries.
BLANK.
Everything went blank..
His eyes creaped open
from the cracks from the walls.
His head feels big,
swollen,
sore.
His body aches from cuts and bruises.
Gentle foot steps echos over.
I looked at him with my sad disapointed eyes.
'What happened?'
he asks.
'You happened.'
I replied.
He straps himself in a ball,
rolling over in his cage.
'The best of both worlds..'
he sanged,
'..you rocked out the show..'

Ode to Dirt

Under the snow of Antartica,
beneath the ocean floor.
You have transformed-
rising up to our presense,
hiding blow ashes.
Your solid brown color
enrishes
small,
yet
big
lives.
You give us a sense
of ground.
A reassurance
that we are
still
here.
You lay there.
Watching us
grow,
watching them grow.
Your sad ancient wrinkles
frown upon us for what we had
done to your dear
friend,
Sky,
Your pores would burst
with the push of Earth,
enslaved forever
reacting to its whips.
As we expire
you shall be there
to
welcome
us.

Haiku/Tanka

Bo

Meet my brother, Bo.

Pale skin, bright strong smile.

Big head, chinky eyes.

Water

Refreshingly cold,

frozen, boiled, heated, steamed,

pire simple, water.

A Thing Called Snow

Frozen soft flurries.

Floating swiftly down slowly.

Changing everyday.

The wind blows upon my face,

sending off bitter sweet winds.

Villanelle

Be gentle with the Father.
Do not weep uopm their sins;
Be patient with that boulder.

For as life becomes molder,
do not hop into strange bins.
Be gentle with the Father.

He falls, stumbling over.
Shifting, crawling, pushing for vim.
Be patient with that boulder.

Tear drops fall colder and colder.
His heart falls point sharp like pins.
Be gentle with the Father.

His head rests on cold ice fur,
realizing he can not win.
Be patient with that boulder.

A tear falls, this time warmer.
He smiles, as foolish as he's been.
Be gentle with the Father.
Be patient with the boulder.

Final Response

"The awakened and knowing say: body I am entirely, and nothing else; and soul is only a word for something about the body."
-Nietzshe, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

The story, Wasted by: Marya Hornbacher, was a memoir about anorexia and bulimia. The author, Marya Hornbacher, wrote a powerful story that I believe everyone can relate to. She talks about how people would never be satisfied with their selves and her struggle growing up that lead to her disease(bulimia). Everything eventually connects once as you progress your way towards the ending.

I found the book really interesting. I felt as if she was teaching the reader as she told her story.
For example through out the book she would talk about how bulimics would eat and throw up, and how they don't enjoy eating. When she was hospitalized she talked about how some people in the facility actually "falls in love" with food. They would either find pleasure in the movement of the food in their mouths and move it around in a rhythm formation.


The author would use quotes in the beginning of each different events in her life. She would use different lines from books, ex: Alice in Wonderland, and sometimes she would use short strong poems. The quote above was in the introduction and everything in the book just falls into this.

I loved the way Horbacher wrote this. She would use little 1's and 2's next to a specific word/phrase that either refers to a reference or something that makes you understand what she is saying better; it was similar to a really complicated dictionary/encylopedia.

I really enjoyed it, and I would definitely recommend it.

Reading Response to The Names: A Memoir

"... stricken... blind in the keep of some primordial darkness. And yet it was their time, and they came out into the light, one after another, until the way out was lost to them."

I loved how the author, N. Scott Momady, wrote this. It almost felt like when he was writing this he was spilling his heart out, but at the same time he transformed that personal writing into a huge mystery making it a huge question.

I loved how descriptive he wrote it in the beginning describing the ending of summer and how he captures every little detail making bringing them out.

"... the white light a whirlwind moves far out in the plain, and afterwards there is something like a shadow on the grass, a tremor, nothing."

"A spider enters a small pool of light on Rainy Moutnain Creek, and downstream, at the convergence, a Channel catfish turns around in the current and slithers to the surface, where a dragonfly hovers and darts... somewhere in a maze of gullies a calf shivers and bawls in a tangle of chinaberry trees. And high in the distance a hawk turns in the sun and sails."

Bottom line, I thought it was beautifully written and I was inmediately sucked in.

The Diseased Ending

(Journal 1)

Looking back on my childhood, being outside was a must. From playing house with the neighbors to scraping my knees from playing tag, the great outdoors was my television set. Ok, maybe not the totally "great outdoors" but the "great backyard". The wheater set my channels and the presence of others set my remote.Even though I loved bathing under the sun's rays, I would soon realize that I would become extremly attrated to the delicate rain.

I remember being trapped in the garage when the rain started, but of course like any other beginning of any rain storm there were sprinkles. I ignored them. I was too busy playing house with the neighbors and my sisters. Everyone started panicing once they felt the gentle touch of water and since I was the mommy of the house, they asked me if it was ok. I declined their requests since they didn't "cook".

Eventually the neighbors had to leave and my sisters got tired of staring the "delightful" scene of mud-soup."Fine! Leave! I shouted as they ran back to the REAL house, "You're a waste of food anyway!"Angrily I shut the garage door. The carmel garage door had an uptight security lock, the kind without any knobs and a bolt from the inside, so like any "good mother" I locked it shut.

The gentle drops of rain started to get more and more violent. I remember hearing them drum on the roof of the garage and feeling uneasy. My mom shouted out my name and fiercly demanded me to get inside. As ordered I placed my stick broom away and opened the bolted steel door.Uh-oh. The rain was worst than I thought. I remember comparing the water from the sky from the water in the shower, except the water from the sky was giving the whole world a shower. When I touched the sidewalk with my little toe, I inmediatley shot back to the garage. Wanting to cry, but not wanting to appear weak infront of my siblings I jumped. I figured that if I jumped, maybe I'll make it back home faster and dryer. As I leaped out of the garage I landed in the lawn. As I made another giant leap I felt something different. My right foot seems more at ease somehow and I could feel something smooshy underneath. Looking down, I realized that I lost my golden sandals. But I didn't cry, no. I smiled. I took off the sandal on my left foot and jumped. I didn't understand why my parents were always so picky about where people walked. I didn't see nothing wrong with it at the moment. The hard drops of water from the gray skies changed their mood. Suddenly, they weren't that bad no more. They became soft and gentle. When I lifeted my face to the great endless sky, it felt as if the tiny thousand drops were swiftly dancing across my face. There was something about that moment that drew a huge smile across my face. I felt good being under the gentle drops with the mild absence of sunshine.

I felt a hand jerk my ear. I turned and it was my mom. She had an umbrella with her shielding the amazing effects of water and the expression on her face was a mixture of both confusion and anger.

The next day, my head felt like it was going to explode. Yeap, you guess it! I got sick! As I ate my soup under the cozy covers I heard something familiar. I managed to gather enough strength to open the bright yellow curtains my mom had closed yestarday night. It was raining, again! Feeling the need to be in my bed rather than to dance outside, I smiled and gently fell back on my feather-like pillow.