Monday, February 27, 2012
Excuse
Sorry I'm late! You'll never believe what happened. On the way to class today, a dog appeared out of no where and started gnawing on my shoe. I kicked desperately to make him go away but he took my shoe with him! My shoes had cost me $120 so I had no choice but to drop my bags and chase after him. Turns out he was a super fast runner so after about 10 seconds I stopped and thought up a plan. I quickly sprinted inside to the vending machine and purchased a bag of beef jerky. I ran back outside and shook it chanting, "Here doggy, doggy!" He came bolting around the corner with my shoe still in his mouth so we traded the jerky for the shoe. That's why I'm late!!
Quality
Lost is the new kid in school. He's late to every class and never has his homework. He hangs around with stress and anxiety a lot. There's something strange about Lost. He isn't completely with it. If you try having a conversation with him he gets distracted and says he has to go. Lost never has fun because he always trying to catch up with the world. When Lost is alone, he cries and cries. He doesn't know why everything is so hard for him. He doesn't have a mom or dad to guide him. Stress and anxiety try to help him out but they just make things worse. He wishes that he knew Organized or Happy. They could help him out. For now, all Lost could do was keep to himself.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Classifieds Writing Assignment
COKE MACHINE $2500
Wayne watched through the blinds as the truck drove away, carrying the Coke machine in its bed. A smile spread across his face as he counted out the $2500 cash that the businessman had handed him. He shoved it into his pocket and then walked down into his basement. He flicked the light switch and watched as the wall turned around to reveal his secret lair. There were several monitors, all with the same blank page displayed. Wayne pulled out a keyboard and typed in his password and watched as the screens changed to reveal the live footage of the inside of the Coke machine he had just sold. There was nothing inside yet, only the still cans of soda waiting to be vended. Wayne figured that the machine wouldn’t be up and running for probably another week. He would have to wait awhile to have his fun.
Just as he had suspected, the first victim appeared eight days after he had sold the machine. It was the businessman he had sold the machine to, all dressed up in a black suit. Wayne watched him as he tried to make sense of what was going on. When he had inserted hisr dollar to buy a can of pop, the magic curse of the Coke machine kicked in and zapped him down to the size of a pinkie. The next thing he knew he was suddenly trapped inside of the machine, surrounded by cans twice his size. With his eyes still glued to the monitor, Wayne pressed a button on his keyboard that sent a row of cans rolling straight toward the confused man. He screamed and ran as fast as he could but the cans were much faster. It only took six seconds before he was squashed. Wayne watched with delight and clapped his hands. This was more fun than he thought it would be.
Over the next two weeks, Wayne had killed over 40 people and earned $50,000 from selling his film to Japan. The people of Japan couldn’t get enough of this new crazy game show. The Americans getting killed by their beloved soda cans was hilarious! One day, a policeman in Wayne’s town saw the TV show. He immediately recognized all of the people that were missing and worked hard to put the puzzle together. He was so close to solving the case when he decided to purchase a Coke. You know what happened to him. My advice to you is to never purchase from a soda machine, unless you want to be killed and famous in Japan.
Wayne watched through the blinds as the truck drove away, carrying the Coke machine in its bed. A smile spread across his face as he counted out the $2500 cash that the businessman had handed him. He shoved it into his pocket and then walked down into his basement. He flicked the light switch and watched as the wall turned around to reveal his secret lair. There were several monitors, all with the same blank page displayed. Wayne pulled out a keyboard and typed in his password and watched as the screens changed to reveal the live footage of the inside of the Coke machine he had just sold. There was nothing inside yet, only the still cans of soda waiting to be vended. Wayne figured that the machine wouldn’t be up and running for probably another week. He would have to wait awhile to have his fun.
Just as he had suspected, the first victim appeared eight days after he had sold the machine. It was the businessman he had sold the machine to, all dressed up in a black suit. Wayne watched him as he tried to make sense of what was going on. When he had inserted hisr dollar to buy a can of pop, the magic curse of the Coke machine kicked in and zapped him down to the size of a pinkie. The next thing he knew he was suddenly trapped inside of the machine, surrounded by cans twice his size. With his eyes still glued to the monitor, Wayne pressed a button on his keyboard that sent a row of cans rolling straight toward the confused man. He screamed and ran as fast as he could but the cans were much faster. It only took six seconds before he was squashed. Wayne watched with delight and clapped his hands. This was more fun than he thought it would be.
Over the next two weeks, Wayne had killed over 40 people and earned $50,000 from selling his film to Japan. The people of Japan couldn’t get enough of this new crazy game show. The Americans getting killed by their beloved soda cans was hilarious! One day, a policeman in Wayne’s town saw the TV show. He immediately recognized all of the people that were missing and worked hard to put the puzzle together. He was so close to solving the case when he decided to purchase a Coke. You know what happened to him. My advice to you is to never purchase from a soda machine, unless you want to be killed and famous in Japan.
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