chew on this response

After reading the first chapter of chew on this, it didn't really change my thinking of fast food. It had a really great hook "we recognize the golden arches more than we do the christian cross". I actually agree with that because I personally dont know as much as i should about the bible and everything but then again I dont know as much as i should about whats in the fast food that I consume either. i'm fourteen now and even as a smaller kid my family never really ate together as a family. we once in a blue moon eat at the table. thanksgiving, sometimes christmas, but never just to do it. I would say I eat eat fast food maybe twice a week but I eat home cooked meals more so im okay with it. what i found interesting in chapter one is the language. the book is to educate the readers on fact about whats in fast food yet the language is way more formal. I appreciate that in a book.

bowling for coulmbine response

The documentary "bowling for columbine" was really interesting and informative. the title mislead me because I didnt know anything about the columbine shooting after the first day we watched it i found myself talking to my mom about it. The topic was a good choice. i like that they chose an event and then based the documentary around it like the NRA and stuff. I learned about how media affects violence in the united states. how canada has way less of a rate of gun violence than we do. though the documentary left some questions unanswered i would most definetly reccomend it.

reflection

During the past 8 weeks I’ve learned things from you. I’ve learned things about symbolism and how to start my stories of better. You helped me a lot with writer’s block too in the beginning. Apart from all the stuff we had to learn you turned out to be a really cool dude. You made things way easier to understand. You give good advice. I’m going to miss you dude.

Symbolism

        Symbolism is the use of concrete objects to represent abstract ideas and emotions. Symbolism can be found in the story The Robber Bridegroom by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. An example of symbolism is the ring that was on the finger of the maiden that the robbers chopped up and killed. The robbers noticed the ring and chopped her whole finger off with an ax because they couldn't seem to get it off. When they did it flew off into the air, over the barrel the bride was hiding behind, and just happened to land into her lap. The bride didn't listen to the bird and went into the house anyway because she thought nothing of it. It was the moment the finger landed in the bride's lap that she had come the realization that she was soon to be married to a horrifying man. I think the ring was somewhat symbolic because the bride was supposed to be married to the robber bridegroom and when you get married you exchange rings.  It represented the what the future held if she would have went through with the wedding.

Hint fiction

hint fiction

her special day

She walked in. People got on their feet. Music played setting the back round to the sounds of gasps not at her beauty but of pitter patter of runaway feet. 

Empty

He reached inside feeling for what he so deeply desired. More nervous than excited. Time was up and he now realized. His head slowly rising, not able to look her in the eyes, told her the bad news.

short story book review

A couple weeks ago I started reading a series of short stories for class. The book is called Undone! by Paul Jennings. The stories within the story are the little adventures this girl takes to save a boy that lives in the caves of the woods with bats because it is about to fall in at any moment. Her father forbids it at first then lets her after realizing she was going with or without his permission. I like this book because of the storyline and how its written. A girl, in the woods on and adventure, by herself, it gets you interested. I'm not finished with the whole story yet but so far I like it. Its action filled and has alot of really good parts. So far, id give it a 9.

What makes a story? Why do we tell stories?

   To me, what makes a story is the plot. The plot of a story represents the creativity the author had when they were thinking about the idea for it. A good plot has a protagonist, an antagonist,and conflict. Without these things the story is dull and the reader had nothing to look forward to when reading it.

   What is the point of even writing stories? I feel that sharing ideas with others broadens peoples imaginations. When listening or reading to other people's stories you take a break from reality and see things through the eyes of another person. This, I think is what keeps people sane. If everyone sat around and thought of nothing else but what goes on in their own lives, nothing would be interesting.

book review- into the beautiful north by Luis Urrea

The book Into the Beautiful North written by Luis Urrea was a good story although it didn’t catch my interest until well into the book . I enjoyed it because it had a good plot and I like the way it was written. It was written almost like a movie plot. It’s a quest story. It had good action and drama. It was serious  and realistic but still had some funny parts to it. I like how there was some Spanish woven in throughout the story. the main character Nayeli is made to be the heroin which is different from most story lines. The characters were interesting and gave some drama to it and was seen through different perspectives. I’m not done with the story yet but it has a great storyline and makes me want to read more.

Fireworks

Loud booms of what sounded like thunder filled the skies. It startled her making her jump back. This was the cutest thing. It turned our attention to the stars that floated above us and interrupted our somewhat dull conversation, which was only so because of my nervousness around her. "It's okay I whispered." I could tell from her expression she felt secure around me. She looked up into the sky in awe of the colors of the bursting pom poms. Nothing could compare to the smile she had watching them. As she stared so did I but only into her eyes which shined even brighter than the fireworks that emerged from thin air. This was the beginning to beautiful life with my loved one. The grand entrance into the heart of a woman who love back but for all the right reasons.

the river

I woke up to sound of flowing water. When I finally realized where and what I had done I knew I had to get home. I wasn’t that familiar with these woods but I thought I knew my way around enough to find my way back home. I ran as fast as I could but wasn’t getting anywhere. I kept passing that same old dead tree. At that point I was panicking to the point where my chest tightened up and I worried I was going to have an attack. I heard someone’s voice in the distance and I followed it as best I could. It took me back the side of the river and then stopped. At that point I was so tired and scared my heart sank and I just gave up. I stood there just looking down at my run down sneakers and thought to myself I need a sign.

            I saw something in the corner of my eye, in the water. It looked like a big log floating down the river. It was more towards the other side. I squinted toward the log trying to get a better look. I was only 15 yet had the vision of a 70 year old. I poked my neck out as far as I could as if that would give me a better look. After long seconds of trying I to figure out what this thing was was I finally saw it. It startled me so much I jumped back and held my chest. It was the body of a naked boy. I was scared out of my mind but my fear wouldn’t over power my interest in finding out more. The boy was floating slowly but he was getting out of range to where I could see him. I was walking fast down the side of the river following it, just staring. as it moved closer to the side I was on I could see it well enough to see the paleness of the body. Now I recognized him. That little boy was my baby brother.

            “Jackson!” I screamed out for him over and over. i ran over to that broken tree that leaned over the river in attempt to reach out for his hand and save him. I reached as low as I possibly could for him as he passed without falling into the water myself and drowning. My heart was beating so fast. I jumped down from the tree and ran into the water I was so close to grabbing him when the water pulled me down. I couldn’t swim. I was trying so hard to get up for air but it just kept pulling me back down. I don’t remember what happened after that. I woke up coughing up water. Mama was crying over me screaming, “Danny!” she was pushing my chest down. When I caught my breath I looked at the river and struggled to tell mama what happened. she took a deep breath in and let go. Her shoulder fell.

            “danny. Jacksons been dead for years. You know that.”

Welcome!

Welcome! to the blog The untold... It features poetry, short stories, plays etc. by me, Nandi.  I am a Freshman at School of The Arts. I'm a creative writing major. Love to write poetry and fantasy short stories. I have recently been introduced to hint fiction.