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These sometimes humorous stories were written by the whole group. Everyone wrote a little of each story. Here are the instructions to the pass around stories: Everyone gets a sheet of paper and writes down the first sentence of a story which is inspired by a photo in the middle of the circle. Then, after a minute and a half everyone stops writing and passes their paper to the person on the left. Then, they continue that person's story. Once they finish adding to that story and the time is up, they fold the paper to cover what the person before them wrote. So you can see what the person next to you wrote but not what the person next to them wrote. This pattern will be continued until everyone gets back his or her own paper again. Then, everyone will take turns sharing their stories. After this, they'll paste these stories into their notebooks. All of the purple sentances were written by Jimei, the black were by Alice, the red were by Emily, the blue were by Jillian, the fushia were by Sara, the dark blue were by Alyson and the bright green were by Mikey. Just click on the story you want to read. Or just scroll and read them all at the same time. | Back to the reality workshop |
I see a lady and a man. Whose vision is blurred with letters. Says the woman to the man: "Where are we going?" Both are confused. Both need explanation. They walk to find the answer, because they are on a quest to find the Kingdom of the old King who has passed away. They are to rule over his land together, in peace, until the end comes. They don't try to get there, they just wait for someone to show them the way. Once they get there and start to rule, they see that nothing matters but love. The lamps were misleading. Sally hated lamps. Fire, was good, but it got too hot sometimes. Fire was like a red bull, like the one that led the unicorns away. Red, like that dumb Red Bull drink. The one that supposedly energizes you. Comercials are misleading, like lamps. They tell you what won't happen, covering up what (unidentified word). Like lamps - covering the fire with a pretty shade. Shadows carried onto the walls deepen their mystery, they remain in the dark unaware. What happens when you look in the mirror and everything you have ever hated and loathed stares back at you? You scream and the image is distorted, running, hiding, but it is always there and there's nowhere to go. Has that happened to you? Have you seen your worst side? Or do you only see what you put out for them to look at; smiling, pretty, and untruthfully cruel. Do we listen to one another? No we listen to our mother. She is the one who gives us our chores, if we don't listen, she will surely turn into a monster and bite our heads off. She will terrorize the poor little children under her care and teach them to hate, not to love. She will fill their heads with useless nonsense. She must be mean! If I were to teach a person, I'd teach them how to sing and dance! My children are going to be the next Bill Gates! When she met him, she knew that not even fire could keep their hearts apart from eachother. The force is too strong for them to come and the numbers are spitting out except for the actual words, reaching closer, closer. Maya hated school, the numbers made her dizzy, like pounding rain. It seemed like her voice cracked by the strength of the numbers every time she spoke and the teachers never knew the truth that was waiting for them. Someday, she hoped, they would understand why the understanding they were forcing unto her was crushing her, like a struggling insect trapped under a heavy rock. It's weight was on her shoulders, and she carried it like an ant lifting his days food. She turned into an ant and wandered away. Six little legs, little antennae. Always plain like the rest of the colony. She had never stood out as a human, so why stand out as an ant. This is not "Antz" you know... Numbers drowning, falling,
Two women, one shadowed in fear, one clouded in an orange fog. A vortex in the middle which spins and spins like the world on it's axis, rotating for all the world to feel. It turns until it cannot turn any more, for lack of strength and will to live again. It will live again to find out the true meaning of their promise, the promise to be together forever. Decades go by, the future comes alive. The spirits soar higher and higher. the flames leaping against the wood. The two sparrows singing together, undawnted by the clouds. Soaring above them untilthe sky is flooded with light. As they twiter happily. Then returning to their owner, Jenn. She comforts them against the storm, but knows not that they hardly knew it in their happiness. What happiness do they deserve? They deserve no happiness they are mean nasty bad guys.
Talking across numbers. Numbers between people. Circles and lines and sunbursts and shadings between the two people talking. We speak in code, align our thoughts with one another? Only is we know the words, the rhythm. The rhythm is stupid, the potatoes are bland, the countryside is filled with not music, but with the putrid songs in my head. The songs that I have heard so many times, the songs that bore me to my death. The songs that will cause me to flee my house, my family, my friends, and seek new life in somewhere without songs, without music at all. No, screw death, don't flee! Stay with me, play with balls and toys. This place needs some N*SYNC! Lets go to the future and get their new CD! People used to think NSYNC was stupid, people still think NSYNC is stupid. But who cares, most of us are beyond death"Livin la vida loca". Shoot, I forgot, that is copyrighted. Oh well. |
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