Flash Story Post #2

The Teddy Bear

The Teddy Bear sat on the night stand next to the saddest little girl in the world. She would place the Teddy Bear on top of the night stand and she would wake up with him in her arms. It had become a game they shared. The Teddy Bear would wait until he was sure she was asleep and then he would crawl into the bed and snuggle up in her arms. They hadn’t played they game since her daddy started coming into the room.

The Teddy Bear could not see what daddy was doing but he knew it frightened the girl, so he did not like it. The daddy stopped moving his hand after a while and then walked out of the room, his hands cupped in front of him. As soon as the door closed behind him the saddest little girl in the world began to cry. 

The Teddy Bear stood up and jumped from the nightstand to where the girl cried and he snuggled into her arms. Oh how he wished he wasn’t only allowed to let children see him come alive. He wished he could do something.

Flash Story Post #1

The Saddest Little Girl in the World

This is the story of the saddest little girl in the world. She was crying, her tears creating muddy trails on her cheek and she was sitting in the dirt outside of her parent’s trailer. She wasn’t supposed to sit in the dirt. 

The saddest little girl in the world saw her daddy’s old car pull up to the house and park and she stared at her daddy as he got out of the car. He was filthy like she was, covered in mud. Her daddy walked past her and he looked down at her and she saw that same look he’d given her last night, and the night before. He had looked at her that way from across the dark room, his hands down his underpants. She had stared back at him, and he just kept staring with his hand in his underpants. 

The saddest little girl in the world watched as her daddy opened the front door of the trailer and walked inside to say hello to mommy. She stood up and walked over to the water hose so she could wash away the dirt on her face. 

Pg. 102 - 108 Reading Response

I think that it's very smart to fight what you believe is the right decision on a film. If you have thoughtful insight share it.
That being said, let it go when your boss, the director said "That doesn't work."

The theme of the movie would be how family can be a pain in the ass, but they’re still family. They love us and we love them. Sometimes they do things that annoy us, but later on it’s just a good story. I would show images of the cousins laughing and annoyed with one another. Then, when the youngest boy cousin scares the girl cousins, they’re almost pissed, but they start laughing hysterically. 

BEGINNING: The four oldest cousins are having fun sitting in the living room, leaving out the youngest boy.

MIDDLE: The two girl cousins hear a noise at their window, and a “monster” tries to get through it, making the girls freak out and scream.

END: It turns out the monster was the youngest boy, wearing a disguise; he is very pleased with himself. 

My Place Unvisited

I told myself at the beginning of the year that it wouldn't get too cold in Santa Fe until after Thanksgiving. I would just leave my winter clothing at home until then. However, as I got out of my truck at the base of my mountain and looked up, seeing snow spread out over the landscape, I wished I had a winter coat. I had had dressed in as many layers as I could: a t-shirt, a thing long sleeve t-shirt, a light rain jacket, and my poncho. However, these weren't enough to keep me too warm from the forty degree temperatures. I wished I had a pair of gloves at least, and a hat to shelter my ears.
I climbed on, the first part of the climb was never hard anyways. Besides it was a beautiful morning. Not a cloud in the sky. From where I stood the sun had not yet risen over the mountains, but it cast beautiful shadows across the valley below me. Everything was a little more dead looking than before. The cold air must have kept the animals and birds in hiding.
I climbed past the easy part of the climb and reached one of the many steep inclines halfway up and began to warm up slightly. My blood pumped with the exercise and I felt my fingers regain some feeling. However, halfway up, at the blue bench, I got chilled again. The sweat on my body began to freeze, and my warm clothes did nothing to help me. I sat down on the bench, rubbing my arms up and down my body to try and warm myself and I looked out over the landscape. Why did it look so warm, when I knew how cold it was?
My lips trembled, my teeth chattered, and my ears felt numb. This wasn't my place. My place was warm. Maybe I'll come back after Thanksgiving with a winter coat.

I started my decent.

Clipping Files #3 - Bullying

http://www.qsaltlake.com/2011/11/05/lady-gaga-launches-anti-bullying-born-this-way-foundation/