Final

1. I have not made as many posts as hoped but I written poems and short stories in my earlier efforts.  My best work was done when we were given colours had to write using those colours.

2. I haven't read a lot of pieces this quarter, or really at all but I read my friend Jennifer's I Am poem when she first posted it. It was a good read and I enjoyed learning about her.

3. I already had blog making experience from other social media accounts I had but this was the first time I could change more then just colour and font. I got my name for the blog from my other blog and because I am a HUGE strawberry fan and my mom always bought me sprite when I was growing up. I don't really care who finds or reads it and I would only show it to someone if they had asked. I might continue to use this blog, if only for future poems or stories.

4. I don't and didn't really journal much, I guess unless you count this blog. But I don't really like journaling because I feel it takes to much time and it gets boring. If I did have a journal i'd be more protective of it and not let anyone see it, it would have more personal things in it.

6. Kissable

The lipstick I spent

So much time on is gone now,

Stained onto his lips, cheek, neck.

The rest continues to sweat away

and become smudged from his

hands that clamor around my face

A break shows itself as i open

my eyes, breathing in his radiant aura

Oh My Valentine, you leave

My heart out of breath

 as your tender hands

draw my face back in.

this had to be my favourite passage because I wrote it during a tough time I was having with my feelings.

7. Any creative writing I would possibly be writing in the future would probably end up being quick thoughts or stories, maybe something that came during a nap.  I would probably write it down somewhere really quick and then post it to my blog at a later date.

8.

Books for kids

Title of Book:  BIllions of Bricks

Author:  Kurt Cyrus

Author Bio is in the back of the book

The cover of book loks like a construction site, stack of bricks on pallets are everywhere.

There were no specific characters introduced or named

The setting is a contsruction site of a new brick building.

This book teaches counting by twos, fives, and tens.  It rhymes on everypage and the apporiate number of bricks on each page.  A little boy is seen with a single brick every page.

Any animals? no
use rhyme? yes
Teach a lesson?  yes
use monsters? no
have kids as characters? yes
have adults as characters? yes
use humor? no
have illustrations? yes
use colour? yes
use actual photos? no
have a sentimentl tone? no
lots of word per page? no
one word or phrase repeated? yes

favourite/ most interesting sentence: Slop it one

What ages do you think this book is for? 3-5 year olds
it's around the age of a beginning learner.

would i have liked this book as a kid? no
it doesnt appeal to me

Author Bio

Audrey Cahill is a solitary writer and illustrator who lives in Springfield Missouri with her two pet Chihuahuas. Audrey grew up reading lots of fantasy and Horror novels and says she draws lots of inspiration from some of her favourite authors.

Window Poem

I see houses and people blurred by. People walking around and passing each other with smiles. Old and new buildings, with dirty walls and bright signs.

I see cars ahead of me, with smoke and oil leaking out.

I see my mother to my left, her gaze set ahead of her.

Everything is different everyday, no matter how many times I take the same path.

Writers as readers

1. What do you need to read?

I like to sit at a angle when I read so i try and place blankets between me and the armrest so it doesnt dig into my side. If I'm too lazy to go sit on the couch then I'll just lay on my stomach in bed and read but I have to switch between laying on my stamch and my back because my head starts to hurt.

2. What genres do you like?

I enjoy a lot of comedy or adventure/fantasy books because most of the time the plot is interesting and the characters have decent backgrounds. Lately I've really been into horror books after I read The Dead girls of Hysteria Hall.

3. WHat are your best memories with reading?

Well when I was younger my mom would go to her room to read and leave me alone in the other room, so I started reading myself to have something to do. I wouldn't say it's the best memory but It's one of my earliest.

4. What was you first book you remeber reading.

I've read a lot of books at one time but there was one book, "a bad case of the stripes" that I read in elementry that I loved. It was colourful and funny and I wish I had a copy.

5.What's your favourite series?

I adore the Percy Jackson series. It was the first long book series I read and it got me intresrted in Mythology and Myths and fantasy. I actually never planned to read it until in fourth grade when our english class played the audio book for us and I got into the plot I had to read it for myself. I own the First, third, and fourth book and it's one of my personal favourites.

memorable passages

This is a passage (really more of a quote) from one of the first "scary" books I read when I was younger

Deep, Dark, And Dangerous

"The ghost is very sad and lonely. She wants to go home, but she's down deep, deep, deep in the water. She's been there so long, she's just bones. No one knows where she is."

I really enjoyed reading this book because it was one of the first books I found really instresting and thrilling. I still have the book and I've read it about 8 times by now, I 've really gotten into reading thriller books lately and that was my first one.

The storty was about this girl and her younger sister who are taken to this cabin near a lake by their mom from when she and her sister were younger. The girl doesnt want to be there and is forced to watch her sister as her mom spends her day painting. One day her younger sister meets this girl Missy who is her age, Missy is sorta dark and keeps trying to get the younger sister to do these things.  The main girl starts finding things that belonged to a different girl than her mother or aunt but when she tries asking her mom changes the subject.  Her sister ends up getting tricked into canoeing with Missy so she follows to keep them safe, but as they're out there Missy tries to drown her younger sister. She gets her sister home and forces her mother to come clean. Her mother tells her that there was another sister who they picked on, and one day they went canoeing but the youngest didnt know how to swim, so the aunt pushed her to force her to swim but she never came back up. So they panicked and went back and staged the thing like a accident.  Missy finally acheives closer after the mom tells the police and they find her bones.

Reely good quotes

"We've been goin' about this all wrong. This Mr. Stay-Puffs' okay! He's a sailor, he's in New York. We get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble!"
Ghostbusters (1984)

"you killed our love fern"

- how to lose a guy in 15 days (?)

"youre like a snack size denziel"

- central intelligence

I'm sorry, do you have some prior commitment? Some hideous-skirt convention you have to go to?"
-Emily (Emily Blunt), The Devil Wears Prada

Blackout Poems

choose rwo worlds, you feel like an outsider.

Shock of her departure rain speckled the surface of the ocean

Six_word Memoir

A secret disappointment to my mother

Dream Marks on My Pillow

Tossing and turning as the nightmares crawl over my skin.  Their spindly fingers pick their way through my hair and break apart my skin. Their crawling inside my body, ripping out my arteries, biting my bones, and gnawing at my organs. I can't make a sound as they continue to eat away at my insides, I can't move now that they've eaten my nerves. I am in pain. I'm suffocating and bleeding out all at the same time. My eyes are frozen open, watching in horror from the mirror that hangs from my door. I'm almost nothing now, just a mass of shifting black and a face. A figure slowly appears in front of me. It has dripping black skin and jagged hands made of glass. It opened it's mouth, showing me it's sharp, needle-like teeth. It closes in on me, taking my head within it's hot, slimy mouth that stunk of rotting meat and bile. I let out a scream, sitting up and clutching my heart. Trying to catch my breath I see my body is still in tact. Getting up, face full of tears, I turn on the light.

Dream Thread

I have to sleep in total darkness and silence. 
He can't find me this way. I lay still as ice beneath my blanket, barely breathing as I listen to him rummage through my room. I have to change where i hide everynight, he's not very bright but it doesn't take an genius to check a bed. I can hear his feet slither by past my hiding spot under the desk, I hold my breath. My room is cold when he finally leaves for the night, i win another day. I stretch out from the desk and make my way back to bed. I'm close to sleep when I hear a grumble.
And I realize I am no longer alone.

Him

I can't stop thinking about him, everything I look at reminds me of him. Look look LOOK, I stop.  SItting up I clamor down from my bed, bare feet touching the cold wood. As I walk out I begin to think about him again. He reminds he of the rain, cold and warm and wet all at the same time, his eyes like fresh bread pulled straight from the oven, His mouth like a cobra trapping me in a daze waiting to strike. I make my way to the kitchen, my hand slides across the smooth marble counter. His skin felt like the counter too, I remember running my hands across his back, his chest, neck and face. My heartbeat quickens as I find myself at the basement door. Open it open it OPEN IT, i'm screaming at myself. How many days has it been I wonder as I walk down the stairs. I stop and turn on the lights. He lays there, his back, chest, and neck cut to ribbons, all but his face, I could never ruin a angel's masterpiece. I grab a clean blanket from the dryer and lay myself next to him, not even caring about the dried blood that stains the concrete, and pull the blanket across us. I don't stop thinking about him. He's mine.

Sweet Haikus

Berry Kissed

She lays, unmoving

Her lips were berry kissed

Dress collecting blood

Blush & Bashful

The Sun's warm blush crept

Softly through the curtains

over his bashful face

Sugarbeet

Sweet beets beat sweetly

One Two Three Four Crash, birds flee

Sweet beets cease beating

Kissable

Kissable

The lipstick I spent

So much time on is gone now,

Stained onto his lips, cheek, neck.

The rest continues to sweat away

and become smudged from his

hands that clamor around my face

A break shows itself as i open

my eyes, breathing in his radiant aura

Oh My Valentine, you leave

My heart out of breath

 as your tender hands

draw my face back in.