I want to write a movie script and make a movie for a movie contest I heard about. I want to know what you guys think about it, what book it should be based on and if I should do it at all.
- Bella Rose
P.S. I think it it should be "Maximum Ride, the Angel Experiment".
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Crystal Bracelet
I still couldn’t believe that I had convinced my dad to move, again, I thought. I was on my way home from looking for work, on the bus, when I dropped the card for someone that could paint my room. While I looked for it I noticed something. There was a sterling silver chain bracelet tucked under the cushion.
I pulled it out and saw that the links were small and round, and every couple of links it had a long slim crystal hanging off of it. Some were blue and some where white, but they were all beautiful. Being a girl, I naturally tried it on and it fit perfectly. It had some extra room, just the way I like it.
Right then, the bus stopped a block from my house. Forgetting the bracelet I was still wearing, I grabbed my bag and ran so I could get off before the bus started moving. I walked home dreading the first day of my new school.
Turned out that didn’t have to. But it wasn’t until later that I realized why.
Please tell me what you think. I will even change it if you think it would make it better.
-Bella R. Rose
I pulled it out and saw that the links were small and round, and every couple of links it had a long slim crystal hanging off of it. Some were blue and some where white, but they were all beautiful. Being a girl, I naturally tried it on and it fit perfectly. It had some extra room, just the way I like it.
Right then, the bus stopped a block from my house. Forgetting the bracelet I was still wearing, I grabbed my bag and ran so I could get off before the bus started moving. I walked home dreading the first day of my new school.
Turned out that didn’t have to. But it wasn’t until later that I realized why.
Please tell me what you think. I will even change it if you think it would make it better.
-Bella R. Rose
Assignment 2
This assignement is to write a story abnout a main character that finds a diamond necklace on a sit in the school bus. The character can be anyone we want, the item found can be anything we want, and the school bus can be any setting we want.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Jane the James
Knock. Knock. I went to the door and opened it. It was about 10 at night and we were all supposed to be going to bed.
“Seth, I need to talk to you. It is about you still being cabin boy at the age of 18.” It was Captain Alexander. He was a tall man and had intense eyes.
Just like Jane’s. But I tried not to think about her. I left her crying on the dock 3 years ago. She had threatened to kill me if I ever went back, too.
“You should be a sailor not a cabin boy. I am going to get a new one, but I will let you pick him and train him. Would you like that?” He liked me and had taught me everything I know about ships and sailing.
“Yes sir, it would be an honor.”
“Where would like to look first?”
The image of Jane in her shorts and cut off shirt came to my mind. She would make a wonderful cabin boy. I pushed the thought away but I started to think of all the other boys in my home town.
“Take me home, Captain. I will find you the best cabin boy there is.” And I meant it.
. . .
It was 6 am and I had 30 min. until everyone at the school woke up. If I wasn’t gone by then they will send me an insane insilem. And I knew exactly where I was going.
I put on the top half of a dress, some bloomers and a long cloak and ran to the stables. It was still dark when I got to Jack, my horse. He was tall and elegant. His coat was reddish brown and I loved it.
I saddled him and rode to town but I took the long way so that nobody would notice me until I reached town.
My swords were strapped to my back and my bow and arrows were in a bag with a white cotton shirt, a pair of britches, sash, and a corset. In a small bag I had tied to my waist was some money, food and a small knife.
The streets were crowded by the time I got there. I hopped off and tied Jack with some other horses. I ran into woods, because I still had to “become a boy”.
There was a stream in the woods a little ways. I stopped there and braided my hair into two braids. I pulled out the small knife and cut just above the braids. My hair was still a little long so I pulled it back into a ponytail.
I pulled the corset out and cut it in half. I put of the top half. I made it as tight as I could. It hurt a lot, like I was being squeezed to death. I sat there for a little while to get used to it then I got back to work.
I put on the shirt and pants. They were big on me but I was prepared. I grabbed the sash in my bag and tied it over my shirt and pants. It would help keep my pants up and keep my shirt down.
I looked in the calm water of the stream. I looked completely different. Someone would have to pay close attention to notice I was a girl, let alone that I was Jane Smith, the crazy girl that likes to disappear.
I got rid of all evidence that I had been there and made my way back to Jack. Just as I got in to town someone grabbed my shoulder.
“Boy, have you seen Jane Smith?” I only herd, Jane Smith. I turned around and drew both of my swords.
“Don’t call me that!” I was already angry but the moment I saw who had spoke I became murderous.
It was the person that ruined my life, Seth Black. He was tall and his silky black hair was ragged and at his chin. He was tan and muscular too, but I still hated him.
He studied me and my change in emotion and then he recognized me.
“Jane! I …” But I cut him off.
“My name is James! Not Jane. Do I look like a girl to you?!” He must have notice that wasn’t anger about what was said, but who said it, because he take a step back started to measure just how long I would be able to control my-self.
“OK, James, I am looking for a cabin boy for a merchant I work for. Would you be interested?” I was look for a way out of this place and I have all ways wanted to sail. I lowered my swords.
“Who is the captain, Derrick or Charles?” They were the usual merchants that stopped here.
“Alexander. Still plan on staying?” My eyes widened Alexander was the best captain ever!
“Let me get my horse!” I would do anything to sail with Captain Alexander, even if I would have to be with Seth.
“Meet me at the dock this afternoon. Go home and get anything need from your house.” It would be the long 3 hours of my life.
“Seth, I need to talk to you. It is about you still being cabin boy at the age of 18.” It was Captain Alexander. He was a tall man and had intense eyes.
Just like Jane’s. But I tried not to think about her. I left her crying on the dock 3 years ago. She had threatened to kill me if I ever went back, too.
“You should be a sailor not a cabin boy. I am going to get a new one, but I will let you pick him and train him. Would you like that?” He liked me and had taught me everything I know about ships and sailing.
“Yes sir, it would be an honor.”
“Where would like to look first?”
The image of Jane in her shorts and cut off shirt came to my mind. She would make a wonderful cabin boy. I pushed the thought away but I started to think of all the other boys in my home town.
“Take me home, Captain. I will find you the best cabin boy there is.” And I meant it.
It was 6 am and I had 30 min. until everyone at the school woke up. If I wasn’t gone by then they will send me an insane insilem. And I knew exactly where I was going.
I put on the top half of a dress, some bloomers and a long cloak and ran to the stables. It was still dark when I got to Jack, my horse. He was tall and elegant. His coat was reddish brown and I loved it.
I saddled him and rode to town but I took the long way so that nobody would notice me until I reached town.
My swords were strapped to my back and my bow and arrows were in a bag with a white cotton shirt, a pair of britches, sash, and a corset. In a small bag I had tied to my waist was some money, food and a small knife.
The streets were crowded by the time I got there. I hopped off and tied Jack with some other horses. I ran into woods, because I still had to “become a boy”.
There was a stream in the woods a little ways. I stopped there and braided my hair into two braids. I pulled out the small knife and cut just above the braids. My hair was still a little long so I pulled it back into a ponytail.
I pulled the corset out and cut it in half. I put of the top half. I made it as tight as I could. It hurt a lot, like I was being squeezed to death. I sat there for a little while to get used to it then I got back to work.
I put on the shirt and pants. They were big on me but I was prepared. I grabbed the sash in my bag and tied it over my shirt and pants. It would help keep my pants up and keep my shirt down.
I looked in the calm water of the stream. I looked completely different. Someone would have to pay close attention to notice I was a girl, let alone that I was Jane Smith, the crazy girl that likes to disappear.
I got rid of all evidence that I had been there and made my way back to Jack. Just as I got in to town someone grabbed my shoulder.
“Boy, have you seen Jane Smith?” I only herd, Jane Smith. I turned around and drew both of my swords.
“Don’t call me that!” I was already angry but the moment I saw who had spoke I became murderous.
It was the person that ruined my life, Seth Black. He was tall and his silky black hair was ragged and at his chin. He was tan and muscular too, but I still hated him.
He studied me and my change in emotion and then he recognized me.
“Jane! I …” But I cut him off.
“My name is James! Not Jane. Do I look like a girl to you?!” He must have notice that wasn’t anger about what was said, but who said it, because he take a step back started to measure just how long I would be able to control my-self.
“OK, James, I am looking for a cabin boy for a merchant I work for. Would you be interested?” I was look for a way out of this place and I have all ways wanted to sail. I lowered my swords.
“Who is the captain, Derrick or Charles?” They were the usual merchants that stopped here.
“Alexander. Still plan on staying?” My eyes widened Alexander was the best captain ever!
“Let me get my horse!” I would do anything to sail with Captain Alexander, even if I would have to be with Seth.
“Meet me at the dock this afternoon. Go home and get anything need from your house.” It would be the long 3 hours of my life.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Last Time I Saw Stephen
The last time I saw Stephen, he scarred a hex sign on my shoulder.
“Mom, I’m home!” I was walking in to my room when I noticed some one in my stepbrother’s room. “Mom is that you?”
A boy about my age came out of the closet and pointed a gun at me. I screamed and ran to my room and shut my door. The door opened and the boy came in. He was tall and blonde just like me. It couldn’t be him. He disappeared years ago. I know it was him when said my name. Stephen, my stepbrother is home. I couldn’t see the gun but I could see a black pen in his right hand. The next thing I know he had grabbed my right arm and pulled down my shirt until my shoulder showed. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. He was carving something on to my shoulder.
I couldn’t hear the front door open over my screams but, Stephen could. He was gone before my mom could comprehend my screaming and rush to my room. My mom dragged me to the kitchen and wrapped my arm in a towel. She helped me to the car and she drove me to the hospital.
“It’s just stitches honey that’s all. I can hold your hand if you want.”
“No, I will not get stitches.” Mom didn’t understand. I knew Stephen. He wasn’t the type of person that would hurt people without a good reason.
I now know that reason. I knew the moment the doctor said that the cuts on my arm were in the shape of a hex sign. He was trying to protect me. But from what?
I chose this story because when I thought of all of the suspense that the book would have. I have always like book with suspense.
-Bella Rose
Please feel free to post suggestions or emails us at thewritingmagicproject@gmail.com.
“Mom, I’m home!” I was walking in to my room when I noticed some one in my stepbrother’s room. “Mom is that you?”
A boy about my age came out of the closet and pointed a gun at me. I screamed and ran to my room and shut my door. The door opened and the boy came in. He was tall and blonde just like me. It couldn’t be him. He disappeared years ago. I know it was him when said my name. Stephen, my stepbrother is home. I couldn’t see the gun but I could see a black pen in his right hand. The next thing I know he had grabbed my right arm and pulled down my shirt until my shoulder showed. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. He was carving something on to my shoulder.
I couldn’t hear the front door open over my screams but, Stephen could. He was gone before my mom could comprehend my screaming and rush to my room. My mom dragged me to the kitchen and wrapped my arm in a towel. She helped me to the car and she drove me to the hospital.
“It’s just stitches honey that’s all. I can hold your hand if you want.”
“No, I will not get stitches.” Mom didn’t understand. I knew Stephen. He wasn’t the type of person that would hurt people without a good reason.
I now know that reason. I knew the moment the doctor said that the cuts on my arm were in the shape of a hex sign. He was trying to protect me. But from what?
I chose this story because when I thought of all of the suspense that the book would have. I have always like book with suspense.
-Bella Rose
Please feel free to post suggestions or emails us at thewritingmagicproject@gmail.com.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The Bear Was Eating My Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich.
The bear was eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. All I could do was stand there and watch. I stood there feeling surprised, impressed, and scared out of my wits, all at the same time.
My family had planned this vacation for months and we finally manage to go. I recall the camp ranger telling us to watch for bears and to keep our food packed away at night. But I think we were all surprised at how quickly the bear got our food.
We had just arrived, set up our tent and unpacked the food. Of course my mom made us all wash our hands. No sooner had we turned around and there was the bear with our lunch.
I finally mustered the courage to look around at the rest of my family. My dad stood there with the shocked “What do we do now” look on his face. My mother had a strange look. It was as if she was thinking “Eeew! I can’t believe it’s eating that!” It surprised me since she had spent all after noon yesterday, making each sandwich herself. The baby, sitting in my mother’s arms, was smiling and reaching out for the bear, just like she would any other stuffed animal.
As quickly as the bear arrived, it finished our lunch. It stopped and looked at us, rose up on two legs and growled. You know, a bear’s grows is much louder in real life than it is on TV and much scarier. Then I knew we were in trouble.
For my assignement, I looked through all of the suggestions and I had good ideas for all of them right away, except this one. I chose this one because I really had to think and be creative. I actually thought about it for a few weeks. Then while I was riding in the car it just came to me and I had to write.
--Franklin Davis
My family had planned this vacation for months and we finally manage to go. I recall the camp ranger telling us to watch for bears and to keep our food packed away at night. But I think we were all surprised at how quickly the bear got our food.
We had just arrived, set up our tent and unpacked the food. Of course my mom made us all wash our hands. No sooner had we turned around and there was the bear with our lunch.
I finally mustered the courage to look around at the rest of my family. My dad stood there with the shocked “What do we do now” look on his face. My mother had a strange look. It was as if she was thinking “Eeew! I can’t believe it’s eating that!” It surprised me since she had spent all after noon yesterday, making each sandwich herself. The baby, sitting in my mother’s arms, was smiling and reaching out for the bear, just like she would any other stuffed animal.
As quickly as the bear arrived, it finished our lunch. It stopped and looked at us, rose up on two legs and growled. You know, a bear’s grows is much louder in real life than it is on TV and much scarier. Then I knew we were in trouble.
For my assignement, I looked through all of the suggestions and I had good ideas for all of them right away, except this one. I chose this one because I really had to think and be creative. I actually thought about it for a few weeks. Then while I was riding in the car it just came to me and I had to write.
--Franklin Davis
Friday, January 29, 2010
Mrs. Hen’s Wig Went Missing
Mrs. Hen’s wig went missing.
The second day of school, I went into the girls bathroom. Mrs. Hen was taking a shower in the girl’s bathroom. Then she came out, but she looked for her wig and could not find it. She looked up and down, in the sink, the stalls, the showers, the drying rack, but it was nowhere to be found.
She wrapped herself in a towel and went in to the hall wearing nothing but a towel. She went into the class room and put on her shoes. She looked around the class, and it was nowhere to be found.
Then she went back into the bathroom and put on some cloths.
She went outside and asked the children if they had seen her wig. The said “No Mrs. Hen, no we haven’t.” The children said, “Oh my! What happened?” when they saw her without her wig. She tried to wear a hat, but when the children noticed she wasn’t wearing her wig, she ran back inside.
She went into the office. The principle, Ms. Bell, asked why she was wearing a hat in school. Mrs. Hen asked the principle if she had seen her wig. Then the principle said, “You know the rules! No wearing hats in school.”
I picked this story because it was the most interesting and fun. It sounded really crazy and I like crazy stuff.
--Sofia French
The second day of school, I went into the girls bathroom. Mrs. Hen was taking a shower in the girl’s bathroom. Then she came out, but she looked for her wig and could not find it. She looked up and down, in the sink, the stalls, the showers, the drying rack, but it was nowhere to be found.
She wrapped herself in a towel and went in to the hall wearing nothing but a towel. She went into the class room and put on her shoes. She looked around the class, and it was nowhere to be found.
Then she went back into the bathroom and put on some cloths.
She went outside and asked the children if they had seen her wig. The said “No Mrs. Hen, no we haven’t.” The children said, “Oh my! What happened?” when they saw her without her wig. She tried to wear a hat, but when the children noticed she wasn’t wearing her wig, she ran back inside.
She went into the office. The principle, Ms. Bell, asked why she was wearing a hat in school. Mrs. Hen asked the principle if she had seen her wig. Then the principle said, “You know the rules! No wearing hats in school.”
I picked this story because it was the most interesting and fun. It sounded really crazy and I like crazy stuff.
--Sofia French
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