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Post by Smiley on Feb 10, 2003 20:38:21 GMT -5
www.labarc.com/Forum/Exersizes/01/writers26.jpg1. What is the character's name? Henry Peterson. 2. What is he doing in the picture? Reading a newspaper he found on the ground. 3. How is he feeling at the moment this picture is taken? He is wondering why someone would take a picture of him... 4. What is(are) the dominate personality trait(s) of this character? (Example: Shy, serious, cranky...) He is a little quiet, but very opinionated. Sadly, no one wants to hear his opinions, although it is very interesting to hear about things from his point of view. 5. How would society as a whole treat this character? Would he/she be well liked by his/her peers? No, unfortunately. He would be considered homeless, but he doesn't need a home. He's got his mind and his heart, and as far as he is concerned, that is all he needs. But if people knew his secret...well, that would be different 6. Does anyone love this character? Who, and why or why not? Yes, the little girl who lives in the apartment across the street. She comes by and talks with him after school for about half an hour. She treats him like an equal, and loves him like a father. Her father died when she was very young, and "Mr. Henry" kind of filled the spot. 7. Does this character have any enemies? Who are they? Everyone on the streets. Some people stare at him, some laugh. The city people are very rude to him. 8. What does this character do for a living? Well, he thinks. He thinks about the way the world is, how unfair it is, and how very easily it can be changed (even though it may sound hard) 9. Where does the character live? Wherever he wants to. He has freedom, and he uses it. 10. What is this character's terrible secret? What would happen if others found out? His secret is that he used to be a famous author, with millions of dollars off of his fabulous mystery books. Although it was a rather enjoyable life, he soon realized that there was more to life than fame and glory. He wanted to see what would happen if he just changed his whole life around, and he set up the idea that he had disappeared. If someone found out, he would hae to go back to his old life. Even though he hates his current conditions, he would rather live on the way he is, unseen from the world. Ooh...that was fun!
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Post by peachifruit on Feb 10, 2003 20:42:58 GMT -5
1. What is the character's name? Adam Spheiler 2. What is he doing in the picture? He is beaming with pride at his new large catch of fish. 3. How is he feeling at the moment this picture is taken? Adam is quite proud of himself. After many years of being put down by his oppressive uncle, he can finally feel good about himself for reeling in such a large fish. 4. What is(are) the dominate personality trait(s) of this character? Adam is shy and easily influenced by others, especially those older than him. He is quick to follow orders, and doesn't talk often. 5. How would society as a whole treat this character? Society would probably take advantage of his meekness and shyness. Adam isn't very social, so he would try to avoid people at all costs. Would he/she be well liked by his/her peers? Adam would probably stay secluded and not associate with his peers often. 6. Does anyone love this character? Who, and why or why not? His mother loved him very much, as he was her only child and spent a lot of time with him. When he found out that his parents had divorced, and shortly after, his mother had moved to Paris, Adam was heartbroken. 7. Does this character have any enemies? Who are they? Yes. His uncle Jim, who constantly puts him down and criticizes him for everything he does would be considered Adam's enemy. 8. What does this character do for a living? Adam lives a simple life in a cabin. He teaches himself, and works hard around the household. 9. Where does the character live? Sarasota, Florida. 10. What is this character's terrible secret? What would happen if others found out? Adam met a deer in the forest near his home, named it Vinnie, and secretly takes care of it without his uncle's knowing. Jim despises deer, and only likes them when they're dead on his plate for supper. But, with their food supply running a bit low in the winter, Jim is bound to find the deer while hunting some day.... Optional: Write a short story story or a poem starring the new character you have created."V-Vinnie..." The frail boy of twelve quavered as he pushed aside brush blocking his path. "Vinnie...Vinnie?" He stepped on a twig, and jumped at the sound. Wary now, he decided to quiet down. Suddenly, out of the bushes came a deer--a brilliant sight to Adam Spheiler's poor sore eyes it was. Its back was lined with white speckles, and its fur shimmered brightly. "Vinnie, I have something for you," Adam mumbled, drawing a thin sweet potato from his coat. "I hope you like sweet potatoes...I mean...." Vinnie took the potato in his mouth in compliance. "I know you haven't eaten much this winter, and--" "Boy!" a gruff voice exclaimed from behind. Adam knew that voice very well. It belonged to his uncle's, and he would never miss an order of his. "Come back in here and start dinner!" Adam winced. "Already. I'm sorry, Vinnie..." The deer seemed to frown. "I know--I'll be back, I promise. I promise it'll be better soon. Mom will come back from France, I bet--or we could travel to meet her! No Jim, either. Just you and m--" " Boy!" "Me." Adam sighed and trudged away. Maybe things would be different. Maybe.
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Post by Linnen Malfoy on Feb 10, 2003 21:52:01 GMT -5
^_^ It looks like fun! I might as well give it a shot. ; www.labarc.com/Forum/Exersizes/01/writers19.jpg1. What is the character's name?Jorge Aguayo 2. What is he doing in the picture?Walking to a meeting spot where all of his friends are. 3. How is he feeling at the moment this picture is taken?Angry. He just got fired from a job after coming in late and arguing with his boss. 4. What is(are) the dominate personality trait(s) of this character? (Example: Shy, serious, cranky...)He's a very big "alpha male" type of person. He likes to establish his dominance over a group, letting everyone know that he is the boss. 5. How would society as a whole treat this character? Would he/she be well liked by his/her peers?His peers would more or less accept him, but fear him sometimes because of his attitude. Normal society may frown down upon him, but it's once again, fear as to what he could do when he's not abel to establish dominance. 6. Does anyone love this character? Who, and why or why not? Yes, he's in a relationship, but it's not for love reasons. It's more lust, the physical aspect of the relationship, and for the fact that it helps his image7. Does this character have any enemies? Who are they?Of course, when people come into his view who have the same need to dominate, his personilty clashes and he will go out of his way to bring them down. Likewise, many people will do the same to assert their dominance over him. 8. What does this character do for a living?He works a few part time jobs here in there. Grocery store, mechanics, and he knows a few people that can give him job's in other areas. 9. Where does the character live?In his apartment. 10. What is this character's terrible secret? What would happen if others found out?He's extremly insecure. He hhas no personlity idenity to connect with, so he has to be the dominant person in a group to have some connection or idenity. If others found out, he would do anything to prove it wrong, possibly going into dangerous territory to do so.
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Post by oddhatter on Feb 11, 2003 0:27:56 GMT -5
I decided to skip the questions. Hope you don't mind. First Date.This is the story of the day that James Marshoop decided to do his part for the melting pots and tossed salads of America. Yuko was that quiet girl in band. She played the violin. She had long, ebony black hair, and pale, smooth eggshell white skin. The epitome of the stereotypical beautiful Asian concubine, James thought in his politically incorrect way as he tapped the keys on his xylophone. She was quiet, and gentle and beautiful. He would ask her out. After all, how could any one resist a dashing stud like himself? Yuko could. Go to the Green Day concert with him? Never heard of them - not interested. Dinner at Burger King? She didn't care much for burgers. What about to Starbucks for coffee? She didn't drink coffee or commercialism. But finally, she acquiesced to James' unflappable persistence. So it was to Chef Wong Pien's Wok Wonderland for the beautiful Ming and James. She sat across from him, legs neatly crossed, long fingers poised correctly around the cheap wooden chopsticks. James, on the other hand, had dropped his fish ball back into his bowl at least eight times, desperately wishing that he had taken up the old grinning Chinaman’s offer of a fork and spoon. Maybe he would call him back. What was it that the Chinaman had called him? “Gwailo”? Must be a term of endearment. Ming smiled. “I love this place”, she said. James forced a grin, watching her nibble delicately on a piece of fish that he was quite sure was certainly not cooked. “Try some”, Ming offered, pushing her bowl insistently towards her dinner date. James, deciding against his usual “Hell, no” response, accepted as graciously as any white boy could. It is ironic that eating a raw steak is the epitome of masculinity, but even the company of a beautiful, porcelain skinned, girl cannot stop a man from feeling emasculated through the consumption of twenty dollars of endangered raw tuna. Ming beamed at him. “Thanks for dinner, James.” James nodded hesitantly. No more raw fish. No more pale Chinese girls. Now, he was thinking of Anita, that lovely, dark eyed Indian girl who played the cello…
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Post by Oily on Feb 12, 2003 15:09:12 GMT -5
www.labarc.com/Forum/Exersizes/01/writers09.jpg10 Questions to answer: 1. What is the character's name? Tan Okri 2. What is he doing in the picture? He is painting 3. How is he feeling at the moment this picture is taken? He is utterly absorbed in the painting - cannot feel anything 4. What is(are) the dominate personality trait(s) of this character? (Example: Shy, serious, cranky...) He is shy, kind, polite, easily embarassed, reclusive, loving. 5. How would society as a whole treat this character? Would he/she be well liked by his/her peers? Society as a whole would ignore him. He gets on well with a few close friends who understand him and is just a "nice guy" to everyone else. 6. Does anyone love this character? Who, and why or why not? He has a young daughter - who is the focus of his life - and they are very close. His wife loved him, before she died. Most girls like him as a person, but not romantically, mainly for his polite and considerate manner. 7. Does this character have any enemies? Who are they? He has no enemies 8. What does this character do for a living? He paints and ekes out a living from it. 9. Where does the character live? He lives on the outskirts of the city in a small flat. He travels often to the countryside. 10. What is this character's terrible secret? What would happen if others found out? He is an empath (feels others feelings), but only strong feelings from those who are nearby. He can only paint the truth in everything he sees. In every painting, people may see their past, glimpse their future and learn their true self. He hides most of his portraits of people because of this. He painted his wife, and learnt she was to die. He is afraid to paint his daughter and paints landscapes only. If others found out, he fears an intrusion into his quiet life. Optional: Write a short story story or a poem starring the new character you have created. Kari bounced up and down in front of him, trying to see his latest painting. "Why don't you ever paint me, Daddy?" she demanded. Tan smiled sadly and patted her curly hair. "Maybe one day, darling..." Kari frowned. "Your picture doesn't look like this." She waved a chubby hand at the surrounding landscape. "I paint what I see in here, Kari," said Tan, tapping his head. "Not what I really see." Her head nodded, satisfied for now. Tan smiled as his mind filled with her contentment. He gathered his daughter up in his arms and took her inside. The painting lay forgotten on its stand, displaying its pure truth to a world that did not look...
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Post by wonderfulaishas on Feb 12, 2003 16:23:01 GMT -5
Name: Danny What He's Doing: Getting ready for the Crabbytowns annual "Sushi Chug" Feeling: So stuffed with Sushi he can't breathe Traits: Self-centered, funny, friendly, generous Treated: He'd be a well respected comedian and very famous. Everyone would accept him and he would be friends with everyone. Everyone: Loves him! He's the greatest comedian of all time! Plus, he's donating all the money he wins from the Sushi Chug to charity. Loved By: His girlfriend, Jo Anne Weeblebocker, an ooligist (It's a real word, go look it up!) and a coffee drinker Enemies: Bob the Construction Worker. As children they were rivals in 1st grade. Bob smashed Dan's clay-doh man with his pretend wrecking ball and ever since then, they've hated each other. Job: Professional comedian and 10 time winner of Crabbytowns annual Sushi Chug. Lives: Crabbytown, USA Secret: He was once a greedy buisnessman who wanted to take over the economy and then the world. Or was that his dad? That was a really fun exercise ^__^ I'm sorry it's so silly, cause I read a few others and they were mostly very serious, but that's just me. I like to creat crazy things! ;D
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Post by L on Feb 13, 2003 11:03:24 GMT -5
Sushi-eating man is so popular! Hehe
The stories you guys are coming up with are great!
I hope everyone's been enjoying this, and would like to see more of these sort of activities in the future.
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Post by karabou on Feb 13, 2003 16:03:35 GMT -5
I skipped the questions, sorry... He hated the city. Hated the rush, the traffic, the crowds, and most of all the smog. He never felt like he could see clearly, like there was always this thin veil in front of his eyes that obscured his vision so subtly that he couldn't even be sure it existed. He never felt like he could breathe right... like all the air was tangible and wrapped itself around his lungs. But because he couldn't see inside himself he couldn't be sure that existed either. He wanted to leave. Daydreams filled his head, in them he packed his most precious belongings and left the city on foot, off to live alone in the wilderness. Where the city ended a huge forest began. This was his favorite part of the dream. The trees. He loved trees as if they were part of his own family. He would visit them at the park, there was a nature trail there that no one used. No one really noticed the trees anymore. There was one tree in particular that was his favorite. It was thick, tortile, and very old... but quite strong. Moss grew in places along its russet colored trunk, which was wizened and stooped with age. Its branches were twisted and grew at all sorts of angles, giving it the look of something from a Tim Burton film. Yet it was perfectly healthy, its leaves grew in spring and fell in autumn. He loved to lean on this tree, feel the bark beneath his cheek and fingers. He would breathe in deep with his eyes closed and smile as the tainted air left his lungs. The haze lifted from his eyes and everything became clear. Every crack in the bark, every vein in each fluttering leaf. Greens were greener and the sky shown in blues and whites and blazing pinks. Sometimes he felt so treeish that he imagined if he stood still long enough in the midst of the woods that he would turn into one himself. He fancied he would be happy as a tree. Never having to be part of the rush, the city life around him. Always being able to breathe comfortably, to be outside, to enjoy the morning dew and the suns warmth and the rich earth around his winding roots. To be with his own kind forever. Body resting against the tree, back facing the city, he dreamed.
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 13, 2003 16:21:09 GMT -5
Might I ask if we can submitt photos for the *next* writing challenge?
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Post by L on Feb 13, 2003 16:54:49 GMT -5
Pictures and ideas for future challenges are welcome; we don't know what we're doing for next week yet- but it might not involve pictures. And before you ask- yep, saw the snow pictures.
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Post by Smiley on Feb 13, 2003 18:37:27 GMT -5
I decided to write a little story, too... The Rainy DayHenry Peterson sat on the street, duffel bag at his side. He let out a sigh, staring up at the raindrops trickling down his face. He loved rain. But as he got up to take a short walk; not really knowing where he would go; someone came by and stomped in a puddle right in front of him, soaking him straight through to the bone. The evil, rude peron ran off down the street before Henry could catch a glimpse of them. He felt his insides fill with rage, but he kept it in. By 3:30, the sun had come out and the water had pretty much dried away. He stared at the big clock towering over the big city. Emily should be coming home from school soon... he thought, getting up and sitting on one of the benches, reading a newspaper he found on the ground. The main headline read "New Evidence Found in Mystery Writer Disappearance Case". He read on. Yep, it talked about him, but the information was completely wrong. They said that he was thrown from a cliff by a madman--hmph. "Mr. Henry!" chimed the young, cheery voice. Henry looked up to see Emily, just the person he wanted to talk to. Just the only person who would talk to him. He smiled. "Well, how are you today, Miss Emily?" She giggled. She always giggled when he called her that. But soon her smile faded away, and her normally rosy cheeks went to a terrifying pale white. Her eyes widened as she stared at Mr. Henry. "Emily, what's wrong?" He asked. He had never seen her like this. "My mom--" she choked as she thought over her words. "My mom said that I can't...I can't..." she stared at the ground, speckled by liquid silver drops. It had begun to rain again. "I can't talk to you anymore. I have to go straight home." "Why?" he asked. "If she's concerned about your safety, why is she just bringing it up now?" "That was exactly what I said, Mr. Henry! But she said that it was something else...she had two reasons." "Two?" said Henry. "Are they good reasons?" "Well, she wouldn't say them if they weren't, so they muist be. The first was that you are homeless; and homeless people are dirty good-for-nothings. I don't necessarily agree with her, but they say mother knows best..." For a split second, Henry considered telling Emily his secret. But before he got the chance, she continued: "And the second is that you're black. She called you a nig--something that started with "nig" that I can't remember..." Henry's jaw dropped. How could such a nice little girl like Emily have a mother so brutally racist and rude. He shook his head. "She didn't really say that..." "She did, Mr. Henry," Emily turned around, facing her building. "Oh, mom is yelling at me from the window! Gotta go! By, Mr. Henry!" She raced across the street on her short little legs and entered the building. The mother eyed Henry in pure hatred, then shut the window. Henry looked back at his newspaper. Just as he began to read again, someone came over to take a picture. He wondered why someone would want to take a picture of him... "OH MY GOD!" It was a girl with a camera, screaming. "OH MY GOD! YOU ARE HENRY PETERSON!" She went all jittery. "You--you are, right?" She clicked the camera yet again. Henry thought for a moment. "No--why would you think that I would be Henry Peterson?" "Well, acting as a bum just seems like something he would do..." "Well, I'm not your man." "Oh, sorry!" She ran off down the street. Henry sighed, getting up to take a walk down the slowly emptying roads. He began to cry--but no one noticed, for it had begun to rain yet again. *** Oh...how sad!
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 14, 2003 16:16:35 GMT -5
Pictures and ideas for future challenges are welcome; we don't know what we're doing for next week yet- but it might not involve pictures. And before you ask- yep, saw the snow pictures. Okie dokie!
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Post by LDF on Feb 15, 2003 9:08:21 GMT -5
Which type of pictures do you want for the next contest? That's what I'm wondering about...
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Feb 15, 2003 11:33:35 GMT -5
I wonder the same thing. o.O
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2003 13:19:57 GMT -5
I thaught she said it may not include pictures? But probably just send them in and they can base future challenges around what they get. Thats my two cents, L might say something completely different.
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