Documentary Reflection

Bowling For Columbine was a documentary on Gun control. The documentary was very interesting, it talked about things that happened in America everyday. The fact that Michael Moore traveled throughout the untied states to talk about the amount of killings that happen by guns in the United States. At a point of time you could by ammunition for guns at Wal-Mart and K-mart. Teenagers had easy access to get guns that they could us to do  any crime they wanted to do. School didn’t always scan children before they entered the school. A high school in Columbine had a massacre. A group of teenager boys walked into the school with guns and killed students and injured many. The topic of the documentary I feel was something that needed to be addressed and talked about. America has the highest rate of deaths by guns then any other country. It was shocking to me to know that us Americans was killing each other so frequently with guns.  I liked everything about the documentary, it taught me a lot about some of our gun history. I would recommend anybody that haven’t seen Bowling For Columbine to go watch as soon as you can.

Civil Service

                  Mike covered his mouth trying to be as quiet as possible. He can hear the footsteps walking through his house. He looked through the cracks of his closed closet door, his stomach tightened in fear of them finding him. He closed his eyes as he seen the soldier stepping closer and closer to the closet. He rushed out the closet, grabbed the solider.  Mike swung him on the floor the gun flew a crossed the room. Mike could hear the other soldiers running down the stairs. He dived for the gun he turned to the soldier on the floor and let it off. His body jumped as the sound of gunshots filled the house. He hide behind the couch, breathing heavily he knew they could hear him. He stood up griping the gun as tight as he could he started shooting. The soldiers shot back bullets were flying everywhere. A sharp pain filled mike chest he dropped the gun but the soldiers kept shooting. Bullets tearing through his flesh blood splashing as he fell back.

                      Mike woke up in tears with sweat rolling down his face. The clock on the wall said it was a quarter after 3 in the morning. His house was quiet no sign or sound of soldiers being in there. He turned over and put his head back onto his pillow. The nightmare he just he playing over and over in his head, his heart starts racing. Mike jumps out of bed and runs into the bathroom, his stomach hurting he crouch down by the toilet, he can feel the old rice he ate from earlier traveling up his throat. Before he knows it he could see a thick white liquid in the toilet, he flushes it whips his mouth and goes back to bed.

                       Mike woke up from the sound outside his bedroom window. He sat up rubbing his face then headed to the window. He saw what he needed to see and walked away. Today was the same as any other day; he went to his job work like a slave for little pay then went home. Working as a miner was the lowest paying job you could get, this town he called home wasn’t a home at all. The government controlled everything but the person who controls the government is never spoke of but we know he exist. Work was long and hard but mike pushed through it every day, he saw men die on the job from being crushed by boulders. Mike was a strong man; he played football for his high school a few years back. He wasn’t the sharpest knife in the draw but he wasn’t the dullest. Mike life revolved around sports and girls, sports was no longer an option since he got stuck in the town he in now. Girls? He forgot about them a while ago they no use to him now in this time.  He left work around 8 his normal time, he gets home around 9. Someone must have been watching him for a while because on this night his life got changed forever.

                      Mike was looking for his keys when he saw a man standing in a suit staring at him. He turned and looked at him as his heart started racing

“What’s your name kid?” asked the man

“Kid sure isn’t my name, so if you going to come at me come correct” replies Mike.

            Giggling as he said “see here Mike” he took of his glasses and stuck them in his pocket.

“How do you know my name?”

“Does this really matter, the question is do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

           Mike stared at him for a moment; the tense in the air was thick. Mike voice cracked as he tried to speak. The man shook his head and laughed.  Mike clinched his fist as he yelled “What do you want?” The man took a few steps forward as he looked Mike dead in his eyes. Mike grabbed his keys out of his pocket and turned to the door. He could see the man speeding up as he put the key into the door. The door opened in the nick of time and mike slammed the door and locked it. He couldn’t put everything together he never had time to. A loud bang felt the air as Mike turned around he saw a fist coming towards his face. He stumbled back against the wall. It was the same man from the hallway he had broken down the door just to get Mike. Mike charged gathered himself and charged at the man. The man knee came up at a rapid pace hitting Mike in his stomach a few times before throwing him on the floor. Mike landed face first, sliding a little before coming to a complete stop. 

“Who are you and what do you want?” asked mike

“What I want for you to just agree and pick the easy way and my name is Cody” said the man.

“Well Cody I pick the easy way”

           Cody stopped in his tracked and said “good follow me now”. He turned and headed back towards the hallway. Mike got up slowly holding his stomach and followed him. Outside the wind was cool; a black car was parked across the street. Mike seen that car around before but never paid it any attention. They got into the car and drove off.

What Makes a Story (Prompt1)

A story is made of characters, a setting, and a theme. But that only play a role in making a story. The characters are one of the main things that make up a story. Readers get attached to certain characters. The reader reads the book to see what happens to that character to find out if he/she either lives or dies.  The setting is where the story takes place. It can be a story changer it could affect the way a character live or how the character reacts to things that happens to him/her.  The Theme is what is the main message the author is trying to get through the story. Every single part of a story is what makes up a story. A story needs to have some type of genre; a genre is a type of book. Genres of books are fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, Sci-Fi, etc. Certain types of readers like different types of genres of books. I enjoy reading fiction or Sci-Fi books. They are unique and different from others. You get to get real creative in a fiction book. You can make up anything you want you make the story yours. In every book their have to be some type of conflict and where theirs a conflict their have to be a resolution.  Conflict is another main key in a story; the character has to have some type of problem he/she has to find away to solve. The problem could be so small but it could have a huge impact on the main character’s life.  The reaction of the main character can cause the reader to get attached to the character or be disgusted with the character all together.  The make up of the story or the plot can be a big factor in making a good story. It helps you plan out what happens to what character or how he/she lives their life. Through out all stories the main character grows in some type of way he/she gets wiser throughout the story. He/she either is able to solve the problem they are having or they cant. Every story has a similar make up but what makes a story different is the twist you put on it.

The Family ( Draft 1)

The wind blows against his face and pushes the hood off of his bold head. You couldn’t tell by looking at him but he sees the world different then the rest of then us. The world is more complex then you think, but son you will understand what he means by this.

            He is the youngest of all his siblings and his name is Randy. Randy continues to walk home through the windy weather that only slows him down a bit. Randy has been on his own since he was 8, well that’s how he feels. The only thing that he worries about in his life is lost the last people in his family, which are his brothers Berry and Adam. His parents died from a huge explosion right after him and his brother left from home. Randy steps on to his front porch and snatches open the door. Randy steps into the house and slams the door behind him. A large tear rolls down his face as he throws his bag on the floor. Berry comes running down the stairs, he stops when he realizes its Randy.

            “What wrong now Randy?” Asked Berry.

            “Everything I’m tired of waiting on the right time to do what we came here for, I’m not the patient type so lets get this job over with,” replies Randy.

“You cant rush into this we still don’t have a plan what are we going to do just go right in and get killed?”

The Wanted ( Draft 1)

I can hear the whistling wind outside my window as I turn on my TV. I hate being alone at home I always hear things or see things. I lay my head down on my pillow and just listen to the sound of SpongeBob. I stare at the wall for a moment before I can hear the sound of keys at my front door. I jump up and run downstairs towards the door, I reach for the doorknob and hold it.

I start to lose my grip and I jump back from the door. I begin to open slowly, I run into the livingroom and crawl under the table. The smell of a sweet perfume fills my nose. Then I realize its my mom coming home from work. I crawl from under the table and run into the kitchen. My mom stares at me, she opens her mouth as if she was going to say something but shuts it. She puts her purse on the table and waves me over; I walk slowly closer to her afraid of being scold or hit. She pulled me by my arm and hugged me tightly.  I hugged her back then I made my way upstairs to my bed . I put my head on my pillow and stared at the ceiling. Then I realized that someone had turned my TV off.

Hint Fiction

Justice ran down the street. He was stopped by a bunch of people. Justice fought back but he did not make it home that night.

Robert was crying on the phone. The lights went off and the phone went dead.

He saw a shadow then he was gone.

I legs grew weak. I fell to the ground in need of help. I can see them now, I try to rub but I cant.

My Passion

Something that I’m very passionate about is Basketball. I love to play basketball its something that keeps me going. Without being able to play basketball I don’t know what I would I do, it’s just so fun and exciting. The feeling you get when you score the game winning point is just incredible nothing can beat that feeling.  The joy I get from being able to help my team win and be successful is something that I can't live without. I will always play basketball its just something I need to do in my life.