Wednesday 27 November 2013

A journal response to Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird told from Jem's perspective


Dear journal,

It’s almost time for school to start again. Scout’s going to join me at school this year. Of course, I already warned her not to bother me. But I’m going to miss the summer. It was so much fun hanging out with Dill. It made this tired old town of Maycomb exciting for a change. Usually, people amble about slowly across the square and in and out of stores. But, there wasn’t any rush to do much of anything really. It had to be due to the crash as Atticus calls it. The professional people and the farmers were all poor so no one had anything to buy or anything to buy with.

Besides, it’s not like anyone would ever leave Maycomb County; there’s nothing to see outside. 
Anyways, we have plenty of entertainment here. Yesterday, Dill dared me to touch the Radley Place; it’s only three doors to the south. I was scared out of my mind but, I had a little sister to be brave for. So, I ran to slap the side of the house and ran away as quickly as possible. Hopefully, I don’t catch anything from touching that place. That was truly one of the most terrifying experiences of my life and now I’ve lived to tell the tale.

But tomorrow, I have to take Scout to her first day of school instead of Atticus. But it’s worth it though. Atticus gave me money in return. A whole seventy-five cents! Think of all the picture shows I could watch! Now then, time to re-read Tom Swift.

Thursday 7 November 2013


I'm sorry (in response to The Metaphor by Budge Wilson)

I’m sorry

I wish I had been there for you

I should have been friendlier

More open and caring

To the person

The person who made me see the magic that is

Writing

Creativity

The ability to make anything I want

To transform the words on the page to be

Inspiring

For introducing me to

The Metaphor

So I could stop bottling up emotion

So I could find and outlet

And express myself

All thanks to you, Ms. Hancock

I’m sorry

Wednesday 23 October 2013


Dried and broken

In response to Hugh Garner’s “The Sound of Hollyhocks”


So brilliant yet fleeting

Full of promise and hope

He was recovering, he was

And yet, he hung from the rope

 

He whispered to the flowers

The flowers whispered back

Telling stories only they knew

Giving support that he lacked

 

He talked of a wife he cherished

But now she is gone

By the roadside, she perished

The caged polar bear was despairing and forlorn

 

In came the mother

Who wanted control

She wanted to fix everything

She wanted her little boy home

 

But he did not want that

He could not bear the thought

So he drew his last breath

And his roommate soon forgot

Thursday 17 October 2013

Hey. This is my first time blogging so I'm going to give this a shot. I could give a book recommendation right now I guess. I would recommend the book "The Alchemyst" by Michael Scott for those who like fantasy and adventure.