Project One:

Exerpt from short story--Creative Writing

3rd person (Gena):

            At the very edge of East Frejerno, right before the stumpy trees of an island forest start, there appears to be a run-down looking wooden fence. As far as I can see it runs the edge of the forest, broken or bent in places. Perched on the break where the path cuts through it is a young Annalet drinking from a leather canteen. When I’m a few steps away, I notice the tiny horns between his ears. And therefore identify him as male. I try, and fail, to count the pockets on his baggy dull gray shorts.

            He lowers his water, and smiles at me openly. “Good morning, it’s a fine day for a travel. Are you headed to North Frejerno as well?”

            “Oh, yes I am,” I tell him. Then add hastily, “I’m an explorer from the moon Athia.”

            He leans forward eagerly, his shirt riding up, and balances himself precariously on the flimsy fence with one paw; the canteen still gripped in his other. His ears perk up as he speaks, “An explorer you say? And all the way from a moon of Araya, that’s a mighty way to travel.” He carries a light accent that reminds me of Texas back on Earth. “May I walk with you; I’d like to hear your tales?” He hops off his perch and gives a slight bow, as I’ve seen many Annalets do in greeting, “I am called Lucas, Lucas Wayfare. And it is a pleasure to meet you.”

            “Gena Rose,” I respond. I hold out my hand, and grip his offered forearm in the traditional Athian greeting. “I’d be happy to walk with you.”

 

1st person (Lucas):

            Gena is likely the most interesting person I’ve ever met. She gestures wildly while telling me the tales she has gathered thus far on what seems to me to be a very grand adventure. She speaks of her years on Earth as a child, her brothers and their quest to find their parents, her newfound love of her home planet, the family she has gained, and Athia’s proud culture. Then she tells me of the other planets she has started to explore. Of the rich diversity of Araya and its other moons, Tursious and Teka, of the forest planet Sibserious, and the golden plains that cover much of Grehet. Even of the artistic wonder of Skala’s mainland.

            I’m so taken with her tales that I hardly notice the journey from East to North Frejerno. And the sun is kissing the horizon a short while before we reach the town. I make this travel often. Alternating between fishing off the South-East coast, and hunting in the North-most forests. My parents live nearby on the small island of Tuulois, which is easily accessed from North Frejerno. It’s so close that you hardly need a boat on clear days.

            We’ve fallen into a comfortable silence, and Gena is humming something to herself. But I break it to ask her a question I have been mulling over for a time now.

 

Project Two:

Big Wars--Modern World History

I made a globe with 10 figures representing 10 different big wars thoughout history. I also wrote short blurbs about each of the wars.I got a styrofoam ball and covered it with paper mache, then I painted it to look like the Earth. I also made 10 different figures of figures to represent 10 big wars that I chose to highlight. These figures included a gasmask for World War I, the twin towers for the War on Terror, and a nuke for the Cold War.

 

Project Three:

Light Verse Poem

The Planets Inside Raindrops

 

There’s worlds out there

They trickle down, through my fingers

And down the street

And across the city

I can barely touch them

Soft and yielding, yet never broken

I stare them right in the eyes

 

I hear them

Planets in the wind

Speaking in the languages of hopes and dreams

Sounds that tickle my understanding

I will never truly hear them

I can only guess

There’s far too much to learn

From the planets inside raindrops

 

They’re beautiful

Floating there

Suspended in reality

They shine in my hair

As I blink stars from my lashes

I open my mouth to taste the wonders

And laugh as they splash into my mind

Planets, inside of raindrops

Can you believe it

 

Too small to properly grasp

Too large to ever let go

These planets falling to the ground

Forming rivers of starlight

That sparkle

Cascading down, the windshields of automobiles

 

I see people scurry by

Blind to these enchanting worlds

Circles of them spiraling around their ankles

Eager to escape the downpour

I’ll scoop them in my hands

Throw them

And kick them back to the skies

Watch them crash together

Forever changing

The planets inside of raindrops