THE FINAL PRESENTATION

• By Patrick Lee

Personal Reflection

I feel that at least for me writing is a way to escape from an ordinary life and create an extraordinary one, or in many cases just

exaggerate the ordinary

Self Quoteyou live you're life in a canoe, you're handed a paddle and told to row against the current, then pushed off shore into the river, the current sweeps you away and sometimes you will hit the white water rapids and you keep on rowing then the current will ease and you'll push your way past the current, eventually though the river will win, the current will sweep

you away and down the inevitable waterfall

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being

there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” 

Airplane Flying over my house, I used to fly a lot

Many family trips with my mom, dad and sistersDad used to be the manager of Northwest at Bradley

Discounts on tickets were nice, But now he works for Homeland SecuritySure, it pays more but we don’t really travel anymore

I miss seeing the world, It’s not all about the money I guessSeeing as I was more happy when we had less of it

Back when my mom and dad were together

Back when I was youngBack when there were no worries or responsibilitiesI miss being a kid, I miss that true family feel we had

My next door neighbor was my best friend Me and him playing out in the field

Imaginations unfolding as we slew imaginary monstersThen we grew up and I moved to a different town

I miss fighting those monsters with my friendI want to go back to the way things were

But things changeI hope we can all get back together

So we can go on aAirplane

• Lyric- it is a short poem that expresses missing the past

• Free verse- it is not organized into meters

• Inspiration- the things I miss about my past.

ConfinementThe man sits there in his cell scratching his untrimmed beard pondering life, pondering his existence, just

pondering. He stares into the window wanting to leave, wanting to live outside these walls once more, he felt as

if he was dyeing inside them. He then writes in his journal of his life, having nothing else to his name

anymore but his memories. He then picked up a book, he had to have read it at least a hundred times. what

else could he do to kill time though? He then got up and jumped on a pipe hanging from the ceiling and started

exercising. When he pulled himself up his muscles popped from his muscular build. No sweat comes; his

body does not have enough water to provide it. A guard opens his cell door, the only human contact he had

daily. He threw a dish on the table then slammed the cell shut. He shovels it down but saving a small portion of the bread. He stuffs the bread into a small hole in the wall. A small critter snatches it gratefully. The sun set,

the only thing left to do is sleep. As he drifted into dreams, he told himself there is such a thing as love. To

live in confinement, is that a life at all?

Repetition- when I repeat the words pondering and wanting in one sentence

Parable- the truth that living in prison is hardly worth calling living

Imagery- the description of the man and how he carries out his days

• Inspiration- being trapped inside my house because of being in trouble and my friends being busy, and the thought of life in prison, that keeps everyone from committing crimes

The curse of the black dog

The car was totaled and even if it was working he wouldn’t b able to flip it up to its normal position. He cut off the seat belt with his knife, holding his hand against the ceiling so he wouldn’t crash onto it. Before he left the car he grabbed his flashlight from his glove compartment and the magnum pistol. He rolled out of the car and stood up, the road was nowhere in sight, but now he was

in front of a very old and very large house. If one could even call it a house, it looked more like a mansion. From within the house

came an old, fragile voice, “Come inside boy, please and the truth will be revealed.” Wielding his pistol he walked towards the house, hesitant to listen to this stranger, but he had nowhere else to go. He opened the door as the floors creaked and groaned, he peered

around but saw nothing but darkness. “Hello?”

suspense-

neither the

reader nor the

character know what

is happening or why?

Inspiration-

All the horror movies

I’ve watched in my life

And stories I’ve read. Also

When I was kid and my

imagination would turn the world

into something that was out to

get me

Narration- I tell the story and it is told

from my point of view

Exposition- When he leaves town

to escape the horrors that are after

him, and also when the witch explains the curse

Kit-Kat Ninja

He felt a heavy blow on his left ribcage and heard several of them snap. The hit sent him flying several feet onto the ground. Wincing form the pain he looked up at his foe, a large, dark skinned brute with spikes protruding from his spine and saliva dripping from his

mouth. The beast let out a roar and drew a shiny, metallic blade that looked as if it must have belonged to a great warrior of legend. The beast looked at the Kit-Kat licking his lips, “My chocolate!” it roared.

The beast reached for the floating wafers but the ninja lunged himself at the monster, blades raised to strike. It deflected the

assault though and then the two proceeded to attack and deflect each other in an epic duel.

• Exposition- the ninja sets forth to find a Kit-Kat and then to save it

• Suspense- not knowing whether he’ll get his Kit-Kat back or not

• Simile-comparing the Kit-Kat to a drug• Humor- a very goofy story ninjas fighting

aliens to save a Kit-Kat? Pretty goofy• Imagery- descriptions of the ninja the Kit-

Kat and the aliens

• Inspiration- having to combine uncommon things into a story that is still clever and still excites and ninjas fighting aliens is always cool and Kit-Kats are quite delicious

Based on the best seller Kit-Kat Ninja comes the film that won the highly praised crying monkey

award

“Boromir” by Pat Lee

I was watching you in the movie The Lord of the Rings, You had an order from your father to take the ring for Gondor from Frodo,

He told you that this ring could be used against the enemy,You, a loyal soldier and son of Gondor, followed this and several times tried to

take it,In the end, he escaped and you could not have your prize,

At this moment when you realized you were wrong, You fended for the lives of two other hobbits

Scared for their lives as they watched you slay the enemies so they could live, Then you did something unexpected

You sounded your horn drawing all the orcs to youSo that Frodo could escape

And hopefully rid the evil from the land,Even after two arrows had pierced your chest you kept fighting for the hobbits

After the third you fellIn your time of death your true colors showed,

You, a hero.

• EPIC POEM- it’s a narrative that tells the story of a hero’s fall

• Free verse- it is not organized into meters

• Inspiration- I am a fan of the lord of the rings movies and books. Also the movies are the greatest of all time and the fellowship of the ring, the movie in which Boromir dies is personally my favorite in the trilogy….and if you haven't seen these movies yet GO WATCH THEM RIGHT NOW….nerd

R.I.P.

ConclusionI feel that any and all

creative writing can be practice for what I

would love to do in the future, be a novelist,

and write really sweet books that will get

awesome movie deals like Kit-Kat Ninja. Also I

love to write wacky stories and mostly I like

to envelope readers into my story like the

movies and books that have drawn me into

them. They are inspiration to keep on

creatively writing.

Mrs. potter

• Cinquain- it is a five line stanza

• Elegy- it is a sad short poem talking about the end

• Inspiration- when something I enjoy ends and I feel like I want it back and miss the times in the past.

Conclusion

HelloThe finale

Why did you come now?All I want is for you to go

Over

BY PLEE