Category Archives: Writing Assignments

Post Comments

Everyone seems to be doing a great job.  I have commented on a few fellow students posts.  Here are the links to the posts that I have commented on.  I like to see how different people interpret the same assignment.

Radio Listen-along

I listened to the radio programs on the 16th and the 17th.  They were both good.  I enjoy the twitter along.  I don’t know how everyone can get their witty quotes typed so quickly on twitter, but I did my best to keep up.  I enjoyed “Strangers on a Train”  It was very intense and it flowed very well.  On Tuesday we listened to “Mildred Pierce” I didn’t enjoy this one as much, it seemed rushed and at time the end of the dialog was faded out too quickly.  It was great to listen to them and get an idea of how they make them.   I hope we can make something that our classmates will enjoy listening to.

Radio Show Progress

I started Monday wondering if I would be able to find a Radio Show Team.  This was very stressful because I only really know one person in the class, Barbara Hall, so we got together and started working on adding more members to our team.  The first thing we did was send a Tweet to Spencer Scott, he is awesome and has helped both of us do a lot of projects.  He had a friend he had already agreed to team up with so that is when we met Cody Walker.  He is very friendly and has lots of great ideas.  Lastly was Emily Bostaph, she is a quirky and seems like a really fun person to work with.  We started talking about our characters and it was weird, its like we planned this.  Mine is Isabelle, she is a sleuth.  Spencer’s character, Donnie, is a reporter, so far so good.  Barbara’s character, George, is a Mob Boss.  Cody’s character is a criminal, it was getting even better.  But, what were we missing?  A Femme Fatale, we really needed one for a good Noir story and guess what Emily’s character, Cecilia, is.  Perfect.  So many ideas going through our heads now.  This is practically writing itself.   We have met a few times on Google Doc’s and brainstormed and split up the work.  Right now we are planning on doing a show very much like “Elliott in the Morning”.  I’m very excited about our progress.  With this amazing team this is going to be a great project.

 

 

Isabelle “Red” McIntosh in the future (Textbook form)

After solving many “unsolvable” crimes for the Chicago PD Isabelle “Red” McIntosh went on to a very successful career as a mystery writer.  She has written many award winning novels, but still maintains her job at the local library, where she works for free.  She is well known, and helps the police whenever she can.  She never married, but feels that her life has been well spent putting criminals behind bars.   She is sure that even at her advanced age she will solve the 1975 case of  the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa.

The Killers by Ernest Hemingway, an alternate ending.

“Nick walked up the dark street to the corner under the arc-light, and then along the car-tracks to Henry’s eating-house. George was inside, back of the counter.” (Hemingway)
“Did you see him?” asked George
“Yes, he looks  so defeated” replied Nick
“Nothing we can do, I’m sure he must have done something to deserve it.”
“I know, but I can’t get the picture of him lying on that bed, fully clothed with no hope to survive the night.”
“What can you do about it, what can any of us do about it?”
“I don’t know” stated Nick wearily “But, I have to do something.”
Nick quickly walked out of the diner and  back to Hirsh’s rooming house and went back up to Anderson’s room.  When he got there he opened the door and was sad to see Anderson still huddled on the bed.
“You were a prize fighter in your day weren’t you?” Nick asked the figure huddled on the bed.  “I used to watch you, you never gave up on a fight, how can you do it now when you have so much at stake?”
Anderson shifted on the bed and looked up at Nick.  “Nick, this isn’t your fight” he whispered.
“It is your life you are fighting for.” yelled Nick  “Don’t just give up.”
Anderson wasn’t even phased, he just looked up at Nick and said” I did what I did and now I’m going to pay the price, that is how things work in my business.  I know that and you know that.  Now get out of here before you end up dead too.”
Nick turned and left the room, he knew that Anderson would die soon, but he also knew he had done what he could to get the big man to fight.
On his way out he passed Al and Max and could see the shotgun sticking out from  Max’s overcoat. He ducked his head and hoped the two would not recognize him.   He knew that there was nothing he could do now.  As he walked out out onto the street he heard a loud shotgun blast behind him.  Nick quickly walked back under the arc- light and off into the night.

10 Seconds of Thanks

This was difficult,  I was surprised how quickly 10 seconds could go by.  I know I missed some things, probably some very important things, I don’t think extremely clearly when I’m under pressure.

Here is what I am thankful for:

My family

My health

My home

My life

My friends

that is all I could think of in such a short time.  I am very thankful for everything, I am very blessed and I’m glad that I can recognize that.

I thought 10 seconds went quick when thinking of things I am thankful for, it goes even quicker when drawing a picture of myself.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/130019663@N08/16178508519/

Short Story with 10 Random Words and an Animal

I used the random word generator and my words are:  pieces, officer, amber, prime, awful, fool, loop, abstractly, blaze and parallel.  The animal I chose is a cat.

When I woke up this morning my cat was laying on my face.  I felt awful and I knew it was going to be a rotten day.  I drove to work as usual and was stopped by an officer who made me feel like a fool because instead of speeding I was going too slow.  I told him the the blaze of the sun was the reason, and he laughed and gave me a ticket.  When I got to work I felt like I was in a parallel universe and everything thing I did made me look like a fool.  I picked up my paperweight, a piece of amber given to me by brother, and it carelessly slipped from my fingers,  it shattered into a million pieces.  The pieces formed a abstractly shaped picture of a cat and this seemed so unnatural.  Suddenly a loud noise woke me up and I realized that this was all a dream, but the cat was still laying on my face, so I felt like I was stuck in a loop I couldn’t get out of.  I just hope that this day goes better than the one in my dream.