An Interview with Humpty Dumpty from "Humpty Dumpty Sat On a Wall"

Writing Strands Level # 6 Lesson # 8

Dear reader,

            This is a fun story about Humpty Dumpty. I wrote this piece at the age of 17. It could be a very interesting story if you have little one’s who like this nursery rhyme. Or you probably like the rhyme yourself and would like to hear this rendition. This was the first time that I was given the assignment of interviewing someone. Even though this was actually an interview with a fictional character it provided some grounds for my next blog. It will contain “real” interviews and will be about the issue of prayer in public schools. I hope that it will be thought provoking. This Blog will commence after a short bit on writing from Dave Marks. As always the Glory goes to GOD for His help in this assignment.

            (The following is an excerpt from Writing Strands Level #6 Lesson #8.)

            It may take you six days to learn:

1.      Imaginary characters sometimes do what they want to do

            2.   How to write an interview

PREWRITING

Day One:

            Newspaper or magazine writers, before the have interviews with people in the news, must plan their time carefully so that they can learn as much as possible while they’re talking to their interviewees.

            Good interviews are much more complicated than just the asking of a series of questions. There is research which the interviewers have to do. Reporters must find out all they can about people before talking to them.

The Mandalorian Armor

Dear Reader,

        

        This book report was written when I was at the age of 17. Since this was our writing curriculum that we used at Golden Hills Academy it covered just about everything. The goals of this lesson were: 1. Identify the forces in conflict in a novel 2. Describe these forces 3. Show how these forces are important to the book

         If you haven't read this book I would recomend that you read it. If you like Star Wars that is.

9/14/09

Writing Strands Level # 6: Lesson # 6: Book Report

The Mandalorian Armor

The most notable book I read, in 2008, was The Mandalorian Armor. Published in June, 1998, by Bantam Books, and written by K. W. Jeter.

            In this book Jeter writes of the struggles that face bounty hunters in the Star Wars universe. Some of these being: a criminal organization known as the Black Sun, the Empire, the growing Rebel Alliance, an arachnoid Assembler, and – perhaps the most dangerous of all – each other.

            Emperor Palpatine, ruler of the Empire; Prince Xizor, leader of the Black Sun; and Kuat of Kuat, operator of a large ship production company; are all powerful players in Jeter’s book. However, the majority of the author’s writings follow Boba Fett.

            Boba Fett is a legendary bounty hunter known throughout the galaxy for being ruthless and very competent. Dengar is another bounty hunter who along with his wife and a freed dancing slave, named Neelah, end up helping Fett in part of the story.

I Want Dessert!

“Conflict is when there are two or more people or forces that want the same thing or want to keep the other force or forces from doing or getting what they want. Think about the most exciting parts of the books you’ve read. You’ll find that those parts are the ones in which the most clearly defined.

This same situation is true in stories. People love to read about conflict in fact, all the stories are based on conflict because this is what stories are: incidents in which conflict is resolved.

 In this exercise you’ll have a chance to create a conflict and its outcome. This exercise has three parts. You will:

1. Create characters

2. Put the characters in opposition

3. Solve this conflict the characters have”

            Excerpt from Writing Strands Level 6, lesson #3, pg 13

Dear reader,

            I wrote this piece at the age of sixteen while learning about conflict. I hope that you find it interesting and informative. I did not change any of the original content except for punctuation. Without further ADO I give you…

Writing Strands Book 6 Lesson 1

I Want Desert!

Janet Williams had just finished setting the table when her husband Fred walked into the dining room from the pantry.

            Fred smiled with satisfaction and said, “Well, I just finished putting the last of the groceries away. How are things coming in the supper department?”

Same Land

3/13/2012

A Report to the General Public on the Effects of Like Mindedness in a Newly Discovered Country

Dear Reader,

            I have recently spent an intrigue-filled week in Same Land. This short report should help you to better understand the gift of difference in opinions and in life experiences. My personal experience in Same Land was something of a small revelation in and of itself. I expected an intricate and well-developed society, but got a shallow unsatisfying world.

            I hope my self-imposed work will educate you and the rest of the general public on the beauty of opinions.

            The newly discovered island of Same Land, located east of the Bermuda Triangle, is a very exciting and novelty filled country. Of course that reference applies to only those who have never visited such an island. As with most new things, namely Same Land, the novelty quickly wears off. Especially when thinking about taking up a residence in such a place.

            At first all the differences from our culture and society compared to theirs, seem exciting and new. However the ideas that seem new, quickly manifest themselves into ones that have been around for some time. In fact realization strikes that the ideas in Same Land have remained the same for quite some time. The more time one spends in Same Land the more one realizes that the disagreements back home, due to differences in taste, don’t seem quite so bad. For instance…

            When I first arrived in Same Land, by way of boat, I noticed I was hungry. I signaled for a cab and soon found myself riding down the highway in a blue taxicab. I asked the driver, “Since this is Same Land are all the taxis blue?”

A Market for Bees

1/26/12

Isaiah T. Silkwood

Writing Strands Level # 7, Lesson # 6, Situation # 3

What Makes It What It Is:

A Market for Bees

(Excerpt from the journal of Richard Canterhaven)

            It is Tuesday morning, July 7^th 1770. People are beginning their congregation on

N. Kings Way

. These people are not the swarm of bees that will come thickly through to snatch up nectar later on today. These people are the stems of the flowers that support this meadow that is King’s Way Street Market. They are carefully arranging the petals of their flowers. That is, the appearance of their booth that they purchased earlier this year. They are hoping that their decorations and colors will appeal to any passing bees and draw them in to sample the nectar that is their hard wrought merchandise.

            I too am a stem. Though I am a smaller offshoot of the main stem my master Marice Vaughn. I am his apprentice. I have been growing under his shadow for 2 years now. If I might say modestly I have become a very good shoemaker. It is good that I am telling this to my journal. For if my mother was to find me upholding my own work like this, she would give me a stern scolding. “Do the best that you can and let others praise your work,” she would say. I am sure there is a great deal of wisdom in her words. She was the best embroiderer in all of Philadelphia, or so some have said. I am 19 now. Though I could say a great deal of good about my father, the freshness of his passing is still too great. Mother insists that we will see him again, in heaven…

The Makings of a Patriot

1/20/12

Isaiah T. Silkwood

Writing Strands: Level # 7, Lesson # 6, Situation # 2

What Makes It What It Is:

The Makings of a Patriot

Hans Antonio stood breathless in the narrow alleyway between a two-story apartment building and one of the Boston port, authority offices. It was one of the few authorities left in Boston not under the command of the British Regulars. Since the Boston tea party the local populace, and their dealings, had felt more pressure from the British Regular’s presence that ever before. Nevertheless Bosto ’s inhabitants trudged doggedly onward, unwilling to give up their lives or occupations. However some thought that they were in an unpreventable and deserved British occupation. Hans did not think that way.

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            Hans was not content to live under British rule. After all a country more that 3000 miles away had no right to control the lives and well-beings of the colonies’ people. Hans was against taxation without representation and expressed it in many ways. One of those ways could be clarified by the expensive painting that he had tucked away under his long coat. It wasn’t a large painting, being 21”x 16” inches plus a border, but it still wasn’t completely concealed by his large coat. He had taken it from the commander of the British garrison’s quarters and intended to sell it to an English merchant. This was by far the most brazen thing that he had done since participating in the Boston Tea Party.

             Just ahead, in the road beyond the alley, proceeded one of the largest street markets in the colonies. Hans’ partner, Willis Harding, had promised to meet him at a fur vendor’s stall at the end of the street market; however, he had failed to mention which part of the market was the end.

The Gift

1/30/12

Isaiah T. Silkwood

Writing Strands Lesson # 6

WHAT MAKES IT WHAT IT IS

THE GIFT

            Mary stood in front of her dingy little mirror. She had just folded the last of her hair into a bun and slid her hairpin in place. Nabbing her bonnet she placed it on her head and tied a quick knot under her chin. She glanced down at her dress and turned her body, admiring the way that the dress swirled and bounced. Her husband, Eli Canterhaven, had brought the light olive green dress home to her as a gift after his last voyage on the vessel of his merchant employer. It was simple yet elegant. It had green sleeves and body, with a shining milky white strip that came flowing up the center. She was sure that she had the best husband in the world. She would always think the best of him, whether he brought home elaborate gifts, small gifts, or no gifts at all. The best gift that he ever brought home was himself. The last six months of his absence had seemed like an eternity, but at last she expected to see his vessel within the next few weeks.

            She glanced back into their small apartment at all of her embroidery work that was strewn about at various points of completion. Seeing that she had forgotten nothing she stepped gaily outside.

            Today was the day of the Philadelphia street market, and she lived only a block away. The Sunday prior marked the completion of one of her largest projects. A fully embroidered dress. The following Tuesday she had been able to deliver the dress, with the needlework done in a pearly silk, to her client. The client had provided the material and, at last, the payment for the work. She walked briskly along the sidewalk joyously humming her favorite tune. She had been blessed with such a fine client that month that she couldn’t wait to pass that blessing along to her husband. Though deep down she knew the best gift that either of them could receive was each other’s company.