Daddy

Me. Afraid, scared and alone. Or maybe I wasn't really alone. I had my imagination to keep me company. I'd sit there and reminisce on the good times; me frolocking around local fields, making daisy chains with the unattended flowers that lay there in peace. Me so peaceful and serene, watching everything take place in the comfort of my own lonesomeness. Alone. It didn't matter though. I was happiest like this. I remember when it would me just me and Daddy. Good times - as he would put it. Me and him together without a care in the world, to be quite frank - there was no need to care about anything, because I was with Daddy, and that was all that REALLY mattered.

That was then. I remember the night of his murder: closer, Closer, CLOSER. The unknown lurked up on daddy, without giving him room to think - or breathe. He'd edge up towards Daddy pushinig him infact into the dark of the outside world out of the window. I cried. What was I to do? "Come closer Sweetheart, I won't hurt you" he'd mutter. But he did. He hurt me in ways word coudn't describe. He'd hurt my heart, broken it infact; Daddy didn't have a place to live anymore. It was almost like his house had gotton blown away - or in this case, broken and shattered. My heart. I still don't remember his face - that warlock. Yet I'll always remember how te took daddy from me. He was a murderer.

Maybe I should stop all the trash talk - Daddy would call it. Talking about the unneccessaries to life. Almost like his death infact. He'd almost minimize the hugest events in life. That was daddy for you. Oh how I missed him after he left. I'm used to it now. I'm used to being alone. Yet It doesn't bother me. Im happiest like this.

BUT WHY DID DADDY LEAVE ME? The question that wouldn't leave my head. He was horrible. I hate him. He didn't save himself. He doesn't care about me. No one does. Why did he allow it to get this far? Why did daddy leave me? I'm all on my own now, without no one. Daddy didn't care. So why should anyone else? Daddy was always in charge. But I hate him. He left me. Just like everyone else is. I don't mind though. I'm happiest like this.

Past Times

The day had almost come to an end; George spread himself out on his softly padded, king size bed in the middle of his eccentrically decorated Chamber of rest. He was a man who seemed to have had quite a few burgers and kebabs under his belt- plus a few fries as well. The day to allow his beloved offspring who had passed on to a better place, to finally rest was over to his relief. A tear, two no three tears simultaneously yet reluctantly leaked from George’s eyes one after the other. Why? you might be asking, not even I know the answer to that. He shut his eyes tightly so as not to see the truth of his wife’s end at 49, and was soon hallucinating of the last holiday that they had together in the hot, Humid Hawaiian tropics.

He reminisced about the 2 of them exchanging priest pleasing comments on each other’s image whilst also co-ordinating they’re feet to the rhythm of Queen on the stage, whilst Queen carelessly waved each of their precious and reliable instruments of individual harmonic symphonies in the alcohol filled atmosphere. Most of the people were much too intoxicated to even care let alone be aware of what was happening in their surroundings. It may have been this jolly atmosphere that provoked IT to happen, it may have been the atmospheric afternoon that had added petrol to fire, it may have been this atmospheric day that had been the detonator to a bomb. It may have been, George will never know for sure, not truthfully, all he can do is develop theories, they may have been controversial but they were theories none the less.

He heard a Bang! Bang! Bang! That’s when he realised that he had lost the lead connecting him to his beloved one. PANIC, DESPERATION, FEAR: these are what George felt at that moment, THE moment. He was petrified at the sight which was bestowed upon him, he could see a scarlet liquid dripping from the mouth, black and blue lumps of fear littered all around the horrifically battered body. His mouth shuddered at the many thoughts of what may have happened, after the shock of seeing it dangling down from a drain pipe.

A large, cold hand grabbed his shoulder and he immediately awoke from the heavenly dream turned nightmare. Beads of perspiration manoeuvred they’re way around George’s facial features, he was relieved that he was out of that world, but still reminiscing about that singular moment…

Task 28 - Broken Past

He buried the past in my heart; it will always remain as a master piece of true art. It was perfect, no mistake but I now sit in a place where light is forbidden. On my pale face tears dry on my cheeks like ice on top of a mountain. But round me, faces all lit up, looking bright and colourful like fireworks in the haunted sky at midnight. I see him in the middle. Standing where our last dance was meant to be; I see that he is searching for the answer to this riddle.

That’s when the memories of the forgotten, incomplete past came back to life in my deadly thoughts. I feel the warm wind rush round my neck and down to my feet then gone. He wasn’t gone and neither was I though the distance between us is increasing at a fast rate, too fast for me to catch up. I was holding a glass in my right unsteady hand with lemonade that was filled half way through. It was sweet but as soon as it enters my body it was turning into that pure ugly unwanted bitter taste. As I put down the glass on the table, I see him again with a smile on his face, pretending everything was alright when clearly the hurt in his eyes said - it just wasn’t.

Soon the booming music was changing to fit a missing piece of my life, the peaceful, placid side of it all. In my hand, I was holding the blue butterfly necklace he gave me and with it was my necklace that had my name. Both of them was tangle up with each other, I was trying to separate them but fail to and maybe that was a sign of how our lives should be. But fairy tale endings was made to give fake a meaning, with my life slowly speeding down the hill, without him trying to be an obstacle to stop it. I was unseen, unheard, unwanted, sitting there with an image of my broken past going round in my mind like a power point slide show. It was a pleasant feeling of being reminded of what used to be, made it seem that it was possible to get through this night. It didn’t last long, as my eyes saw him once again, a storm made the whole atmosphere shake apart then a sudden burst of silence . It was too late, his taken another path; left our past buried in my heart.

The Two Magicians And The White Room

There I was! Nowhere to be found. I stood there, in this silent, covered in white paint room. Before I came upon this place I asked the two magicians how to get to the new empire of south Arabia, they gave me directions and I took them down. They said to turn left x2 and then take another,until i reach the dated looking door that was crooked to the left and had a door knob that was thick as a branch on a tree. They then said to turn right and carry on. They warned me not to blink as i should come upon a red line. I blinked! Without any doubt about why they warned me about blinking and what consequences I may face after i blinked. After I blinked I felt weak and my eyes closed then I colapsed. When I got up and opened my eyes I ended up here. I couold be on the edge of the room,the middle or the side. I'm Baffed! Main two key questions:Where am I? and How do I get out? I wonder if this is a trap or something in that category.Whats that smell coming towards me from the west of where I'm standing? It's revolting and it's starting to make me want to vomit. I start to vomit within the next three seconds. My shoes covered in vomit. The smell has gone but yet I have to put up with the smell of my vomit.I walked away From The pile of waste and moved towards my right. I sat down on the comfortable floor, it also was white with a silk touch to it, this was quite unusual to have silk as a substance of flooring. After feeling this white, silky, comfortable floor i rest my body by laying dwn on my belly, with my arms folded as this is to comfort my head. So I lay there thinking about the past and what happens next. But it's true! What happens next?

Task 28: FINAL task of 2007/8

This is the FINAL wordvoodoo task of the 2007/8 Academic Year, and for some of you (students and moderators) it will be your last task - so let's make sure you go out with a BANG. And even for those of you (current Y8, Y9 or Y10) who will be carrying on in September, this is still your chance to show off EVERYTHING you have learnt over the course of this year on wordvoodoo.

So think back to all the techniques you have been taught, and make this the most original, memorable, creative (and accurate) piece of writing you have ever produced!

It is another music task - but it is a little different, in that:

• there is not a CHOICE of tracks - you must all use the SAME one;
• it is an ENTIRE track, rather than a 1 minute excerpt - so I will expect your writing to echo the SHAPE of the whole piece of music too.

So listen to the track LOTS of times, and try to understand the structure - maybe as a graph or chart, or perhaps just with words and bulletpoints. How does the mood or emotional climate change/differ? What does the pace or tone of the music suggest at different points in the track? What is interesting about the opening and conclusion of the track? Does it launch straight in or allow some establishment of context? Does it achieve any sort of climax or denouement, or is there 'unfinished business'?

Once you have produced an analysis of the structure of the music, you should close your eyes and listen to it again. This time, you should allow your imagination to concoct the scenario for your piece of writing - even if you have to listen to it several times in order to achieve this.

Then, as last time, begin to draft your piece. When you have finished, please check the following things:

• Does it fit the piece of music when you listen to it again?
• Have you corrected any careless mistakes (spelling/punctuation/grammar) or typos?
  

Could it benefit from any further redrafting, in order to refine or improve the range of stylistic techniques, for example:

• imagery (similes, metaphors and personification);
• sound (rhyme, rhythm and alliterations);
• varied syntax (short, simple and striking sentences and fragments; longer, more complex/compound sentences - and the range of punctuation that goes with it);
• varied vocabulary (sometimes simple and short; sometimes more florid and polysyllabic; everything for a reason...)
• subtlety (i.e. hinting at things rather than shouting them out to your reader);
• tension (mood/atmosphere; sufficient/sustained engagement to retain the reader's interest)
• and anything else you have learned on wordvoodoo this year.

You can listen to the track HERE. I will also email it to all of you shortly.

You should provide a TITLE for your submission; and your submission itself should be between 250-400 words.

You MUST complete this task by midnight on Saturday 19th July. No excuses. No delays. No allowances.

Good luck!

P.S. I will try my very best to post an exemplar over the next couple of days - but don't be afraid to remind me or to ask for help if necessary! :)

Task 26:

Track 11:

Descriptive Writing

I was walking with subtle footsteps that were echoing like screams. The dazzling stars were shining right above my head; the crinkled leaves were falling down form the attractive blossom tree. As I continued to stroll I felt as if someone was stealthily following me. I halted at a gentle pace and slowly turned around; I thought I could see a bold silhouette of someone. But there was nothing. It was just my extraordinary imagination. I guess I was just missing you. All I could think of was the that dreadful day, that day that was the worst day of my life.

Whenever I was with you I would constantly smile, because I loved you with all of my heart, you were the one that kept my heart beating, you were the one that I wanted to be with, you were the one that made me felicitous, ecstatic and also made me feel special.

You broke my heart that day. The day I had decide to marry you. You broke my heart into tiny pieces, that my heart shattered on to the floor. So badly broken that it could never be fixed.

Your sparkling eyes, your witty remarks, your beautiful clothing, so pristine that they looked like they had never been worn. I had vowed that I would never let you slip out of my hands, but I never noticed as you slowly did slip, like oil, just dripping. I didn't realise until you were gone!

I was walking at a leisurely pace along the clean and clear pavement, my shoes were glistening in the pure darkness. I felt lonely and flustered. It was like someone had pulled out my soul in less than a second. I continued to stride down the pavement with gloomy and depressing thoughts in my head. I guess it wasn't supposed to last for very long. walking with a melancholic face, the breeze hitting against my soft and velvety cheeks, I vanished into thin air.

Task 26

Descriptive Writing

There I was standing, the whistling wind rushing through my hair. The golden sand flowing from in between my toes. The senecio mandraliscae plant swaying left and right, enjoying the harmless wind that blows upon it. My tight knitted skirt, homemade by my grandma, waving around my bruised legs like crazy.

The sad looking camel with its unusual 3 humps, staring at me like I’m the only person on the planet. All I could do was stare back at how lonely the poor animal was, like me. I wish I could just go and hug the suffering, solitary, gloomy looking poor creature, of god’s existence.

Yellow jacket wasps flying around the empty place, looking for their prey, never giving up. The scorpions weaving in and out of the fortunate sand, looking for a friend. The kingsnake chomping on the last coral snake he could hunt down. The horned lizard looking for some juicy ants to grind into its rumbling stomach, to stop the gurgling noise.

The hut I once lived in broken down into smithereens, I wouldn’t need that now! No shadow of my family is left, not a soul. My childhood memory’s stuck underneath the dusty rubble.

There I was standing, wishing I could be part of a family again, wishing me and my friends could reunite again, I wish, I wish, I wish! I closed my eyes and wished as hard as I could!