Welcome back from a long, unexpected break. I would've planned a vacation if I knew we were having a 10-day break. Anyways, I've discovered a new app for reading as well as diving into a great book that was recommended by Mrs. Bross. First off, the book is called: "We Were Liars" By: Emily Lockhart. This book is just as amazing as Mrs. Bross said it was. I recommend adding it to your "to-read" list on your Goodreads account like I did. It was even a Goodreads choice 2014 winner. This book has something everyone would enjoy. It has an aspect of romance as well as suspense. It's set in a private island near Cape Cod where the main character, Candence spends most of her summers. The island is owned by her grandfather and she usually spends time there with her cousins as well as her aunt's husband's nephew, somebody who she is romantically involved with. However, a couple summers ago Candence had a head injury and lost her memory. She can't remember what happened and how. So, she decides to go back to the island with her two cousins as well as boyfriend to find out what happened. But sometimes the truth isn't so sweet. My favorite quote that really describes the character of Candence is when she says, " 'I will prove myself strong, when they think I am sick. I will prove myself brave, when they think I am weak.' " (Lockhart, 142) This shows the amount of courage Candance has. Read this book and find out what really happened a couple summers ago.
Also, before I leave, I discovered an app called Wattpad. It's a community of writers ranging from different ages and offers thousands of books from many genres. You can even write your own stories. It's mostly short stories and I tend to read 1-5 a week. It's a free app and I would definitely recommend it. It's a great way to show your writing as well as learn new techniques from other people. I will post a picture of the app to the side. Happy Reading!
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Narrative Prompt
Mrs. Bowles slams the front door, the sound echoing across the bare streets. She starts to walk towards her home with Mrs. Phelps silently crying by her side. She wasn't going to cry. She wanted to remain strong. Mrs. Bowles rests her hands across her stomach. They both quietly walk side-by-side and Mrs. Bowles watches as Mrs. Phelps descends towards her front door. Mrs. Phelps stops at the step and looks over her shoulder at Mrs. Bowles.
"I'm a horrible person." Mrs. Phelps whispers. She looks at her quivering hands just as a slight drizzle falls from the sky above.
"You're fine Mrs. Phelps. Everything is going to be okay." Mrs. Bowles says, her voice remaining monotone. Mrs. Phelps rapidly shakes her head and runs into her house. Mrs. Bowles rolls her eyes and continues walking towards her own home.
"This is why we shouldn't have books, it destroys our sanity." Mrs. Bowles mutters. Small drops of rain fall onto her beautiful, spring dress. She looks off into the distance to see children splashing in the rain puddles. Their parents watching in admiration. Mrs. Bowles looks down at her heels, "... your children who hate your guts..." repeats over and over in her mind. Maybe Mrs. Phelps was right, she thought. We're horrible people. No it can't be, we follow the rules. But, maybe that was the problem, she thought to herself.
She starts to walk faster along the sidewalk. Bad thoughts running through her mind. She starts to smack her palm against her head as her eyes fill with tears. Her house comes into sight and she starts running towards it. She quickly unlocks the front door and walks inside. She slides down to ground and leans her back up against it. Tears now fall freely down her face. We are all horrible people, she thinks. This was the first time she showed true emotion in years and she hated it. She looked down the hallway and listened to see if her family was home. But she was alone with herself and her miserable thoughts.
"I'm a horrible person." Mrs. Phelps whispers. She looks at her quivering hands just as a slight drizzle falls from the sky above.
"You're fine Mrs. Phelps. Everything is going to be okay." Mrs. Bowles says, her voice remaining monotone. Mrs. Phelps rapidly shakes her head and runs into her house. Mrs. Bowles rolls her eyes and continues walking towards her own home.
"This is why we shouldn't have books, it destroys our sanity." Mrs. Bowles mutters. Small drops of rain fall onto her beautiful, spring dress. She looks off into the distance to see children splashing in the rain puddles. Their parents watching in admiration. Mrs. Bowles looks down at her heels, "... your children who hate your guts..." repeats over and over in her mind. Maybe Mrs. Phelps was right, she thought. We're horrible people. No it can't be, we follow the rules. But, maybe that was the problem, she thought to herself.
She starts to walk faster along the sidewalk. Bad thoughts running through her mind. She starts to smack her palm against her head as her eyes fill with tears. Her house comes into sight and she starts running towards it. She quickly unlocks the front door and walks inside. She slides down to ground and leans her back up against it. Tears now fall freely down her face. We are all horrible people, she thinks. This was the first time she showed true emotion in years and she hated it. She looked down the hallway and listened to see if her family was home. But she was alone with herself and her miserable thoughts.
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