Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Writing Responce #4

Authors Note:  Upon finishing the last chapter of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I thought temptation and addiction were large factors for Dr. Jekyll’s decisions and a good writing topic.


Do you think I should do it?
Should I take the sip?
Trust me it would just be a little bit.
My watery mouth and my quivering lip
Cannot bear it so I’ll take one hit
Do not worry everything’s under control
Even though this thing can take my soul
As it runs down my throat I can feel the pain
And then my body begins to change
It felt like death when it entered my brain
And it sort of left me feeling strange
For sure I though this would be my grave
But now this feeling of pure evil and pain
Is what I’m addicted to and crave
This evil I am addicted to
This evil I am addicted to






Writing Responce #3

Authors Note:  I love the transformation of Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.  To try to capture another situation like this I wrote about the manifestation cycle of a werewolf. 
 
                Fear consumed me as I sprinted as fast as I could away from my sister Anna.  As my vision began to fade from me I could no longer stand.  “Run Anna!” I screamed as loud as I could.  My voice was scratchy and faint.  This was actually happening and I could not believe it.
                A jolt of pain tore at my back and sent me kneeling to the ground.  My skin began to bubble and my limbs began to stretch and crack.  I began to rapidly rip and tear at the itching flesh still hanging from my body.  I could feel my jaw dislocated and my whole body crunch and snap.  The clothes on my back were ripped off as my figure grew nearly three times in size.  Underneath everything a lair of pitch black hair began to accumulate.  My nails and teeth stretched into razor sharp claws and fangs. My screams of fear and pain turned into growls as I managed to whisper just one last word.  "Run".
With the full moon and stars illuminating the sky the creature I became sprinted on all fours in the direction of my fleeing sister Anna as an evil consumed me. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde # 2

Authors Note:  Throughout Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde there was a reoccurring theme of a peaceful calmness before the disturbing attacks of Mr. Hyde.  I tried to incorporate this “calmness before the storm” in a short story of a storm at sea.  I purposely did not complete the ending of the story hoping that they reader will think of their own. 

                A cool breeze brushed across the faces of the Jenson family as they lay on the bow of their sailboat gazing at the beautiful sunset.  The vibrant colors of the radiant sun glistened throughout the sky giving the clear blue water a reddish purple glow.  The tranquility of the situation stopped time for the Jenson family and brought smiles to their faces.
 Docked only a few miles from bay, night was near, and “The General” began its departure back to shore.  Suddenly a strong wind struck the sails of the boat jerking it unpleasantly.   Dark clouds quickly began to form and waves began to slowly rock the boat.  The growing situation surprised all of the Jenson’s and worried expressions crept into their expressions.  Moment s later everything escalated into pure horror and chaos as over 15 foot swells swapped the sides of the boat and as rain flooded the deck.  The screams of the children on board were in no comparison of the cracking thunder and roars of the sea.  Within seconds “The General’s” main mast was split in half and hanging over the edge of the boat. 
“Mayday! Mayday!” screamed Tom Jenson as he attempted to make a distress call to the coast Guard.  “We are going down!”

Friday, February 3, 2012

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde reponse 1


Author's note:  Upon reading the the first few chapters of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I really loved the two different sides of the main character so I tried to incorporate this in a poem.


In half of my life I am a normal person
Friendly and kind I’m very average
By day I walk, always having good reason
Until the night where I become more savage

You better run and you better hide
Upon seeing me you’ll know just why

In half of my life there is something evil
An evil that is lurking within my soul
Growing rapidly, into a fiery upheaval
Tearing and dragging me into a hole

You better run and you better hide
Upon seeing me you’ll know just why

This burden is killing me without a doubt
Giving me a life of regret and sin
All I want to do is kick this thing out
Before I can’t control the monster within

You better run and you better hide
Upon seeing me you’ll know just why

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Short Story

Author Note:  Wirting this short story was a lot of fun.  I wrote about a boy friend and girl friend who have been going out for all of highschool.  They are having a peaceful and beautiful date ice-skating on a frozen river when all of the sudden the unthinkable happens as their once peaceful night, turns into a horrorific nighmare demonstrating how anything can happen.  I hope you enjoy.

A chilling breeze rushed over my body as my girlfriend Carlene and I slid onto the ice.  Hand in hand together I waited patiently along her side attempting to teach her how to skate.  This was her first time on ice, and I could feel an uneasy yet excited vibe inside her.  We slowly inched are way across the iced surface of the river one foot at a time.  Her shaking hands squeezed mine tightly, cutting off the circulation.  The fear of falling had instantly overwhelmed her, and I assured her that I would always be here to catch her.  The relationship that we shared together was special and like no other.  It was one based on trust, honesty, and commitment.  Love between us was strong, and it could not be separated; it was as if we were destined to be with each other forever. 
That night, as we stared into each other’s eyes, the whole world around me froze.  Her smile made the moon seem dull and her deep brown eyes twinkled along with the stars.  A warm feeling tingled throughout my body, giving me butterflies in my stomach.  This moment that we shared together was perfect; it was something that I thought was only possible in dreams.  As I held her tightly in my arms a light snow began to fall.  Looking up into the sky, we began to dance over the frozen river as we let ourselves wonder off into the beauty of the night. 
Carlene had become more comfortable in her skating as she attempted to do it on her own; instantly she fell with a smack.  Her laughter erupted into the night, echoing throughout the trees.  As I quickly skated over to help her up I heard a noise that made me sick.
CCRRRAAAACCCKKK!
                My heart stopped.  The joints in my body locked up making me stiff as cold sweats streamed down my back.  I could not believe what was happening.  The smile and joy on Carlene’s face quickly turned into fear and disbelief as her laughter shrieked into cries.  She plummeted beneath into a cold icy river.  As her body entered the water and she immediately began gasping for breath due to the frigid temperature.  The raging current beneath the ice swept her body right into the ice.  Holding on for her life with just her arms Carlene was screaming for help.  The whole in which she had fallen through was now twice as big and I knew it would be impossible to reach her. 
                Laying flat on the ice, in order to spread my body weight around, I slowly crawled closer to Carlene.  The ice around the whole was extremely fragile and I could hear it slowly crack beneath me.  I crawled rapidly but swiftly, consciously observant of my safety.  The fear of losing Carlene flooded my mind.  The time it took me to reach her seemed endless.  Questions on the situation poured into my head.  What am I going to do?  Is she going to die? God, what did I do to deserve this?  Is this a dream? Why? Why? Why?! I did not believe any of this was happening
                With outstretched hands I was merely fingertips away.  From this close, I could see Carlene’s face.  She was pale and her breathing rate had decreased dramatically.  It seemed as if she had almost given up hope to live.  She was no longer crying or talking to me.  I did not believe what I was seeing, so I screamed at her to keep holding on and to reach forward.  The freezing cold water emitted her into shock and hypothermia was taking place.  She was dying right there in front of me. 
Finally I reached out my hand and grabbed hers.  This implied hope, but she needed solely rescue.  If I did not get her out of the water and soon, she would did.  With all of the energy left in my body I tried to pull Carlene up onto the sheet of ice.  It was useless, I needed her help but she was too weak.  I did not give up though.  I pulled and pulled and pulled, the whole time hearing the ice break beneath me.  I looked into Carlene’s eyes at this moment fearing the end.  Tears began to roll down my face as I watched the pain coming from her as she mouthed her final words “I Love You”, and then slip out of my hands into the flowing river.  “This can’t be happening to me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I was now bawling in agony.  The love of my life is dead.  The girl I had spent the last four years together with is now dead.  Could this be real?
“I was supposed to be with her forever.” I screamed as I hit the ice with my fist.
CCCRRAAACCKK!
“I loved her!”  Hitting the ice with both fists now.
CCCCCRRRRAAAACCCKKKK!
“I want to be with her.” I whispered as I sunk head first into the frigid water, underneath the ice, following Carlene down the river and into darkness.