WA6- Plot~ Adventure
It was a brisk sunny morning when Al Dover woke from the newspaper-padded steps of a New York City skyscraper. His head was against the wall and his legs were facing straight into the entrance of the building. His nine-year-old Shepard mix- Sandy was nestled into the side of his jacket. He stood up and took a large breath and exhaled, sighing “What a beautiful day it is, Sandy”. Al never posted signs reading “Give to the homeless” or along the lines of “ Will work for food”. He thought that it was un-fair for others to pay for mistakes he had made in life. Al was only 26 years old. He never was motivated to get a job; he was just that kid-growing up in the shadow of his wealthy parents. His parents lived great lives-parties, expensive booze, shopping at Saks. By the time Al-or Alexander reached 16 and eight months he decided to run away from home.
The very next day Al was crouched on the concrete porch of “J’s Pancake House”. He stretched his arm out and poked Miss Tiffany Campbell in her tight light blue skirt and top. She was this sweet thing that worked at this silver spoon diner. She served hot cakes every Saturday morning. She felt this tap on her thigh. She looked down with her almond shaped brown eyes, with smeared baby blue eye-liner, jet-black clumps for eyelashes, electric pink lips and bleach blonde curly hair. He whispered to her, “Helllllooo girl, I am assuming Tiffany” due to her pink name-tag. She dropped her car keys and yelped “Hi?”. Tiffany asked him to come inside for a hot cup of coffee; he couldn’t resist the offer she made. She seated him at the bar and poured him a hot cup of coffee with cream and sugar. She dumped a pile of pancakes in front of his scruffy face. She said, “ Enjoy.” Al daydreamed wondering, “Why is this girl being so nice to me, have I really done anything to help her day?” Or even the thought of marriage crossed his racing mind. She then came back to take his syrup filled plates. Al stayed at the diner all day with Tiffany. The two had a long conversation from his parents to her hometown of Newark, New Jersey. As the sun began to go down, it was time for Al and Sandy to leave the blue-collar diner. He thanked her for her kindness and she wished him “good luck”. Although, the two knew that they were in love, just by the few hours of meeting each other.
Al felt better than ever, he was going to go find a job. He knew he could, he was the son of the man who invented “Toaster Strudels”. After three months of looking Al Dover found a job at Ace Hardware store in one of the few residential areas of New York City. He was at the top of his game- working nine-hour days and doing a few things for the company on the side. The owner of the rickety hardware store- Greg Turner allowed Al to stay in the one bedroom apartment upstairs. It was poorly managed- the apartment consisted of a lamp, a mattress and an end table. It had just enough room for Sandy to have a corner on the side. A few months went by. Al had been doing work on a modern day townhouse in upper Manhatten for a new Hollywood Star- Grace Banks. Al asked Greg to help finish the job on the townhouse along with him. The two made millions on fixing the house. From gutting the walls, painting, plumbing, and putting on siding.
As time went by- Al was now 33 years of age. He was relaxing in his new house in the country side looking at old photos that he had taken with his disposable camera several years ago. He came across photos of his family, his dog Sandy, and then a fading photo fell out. It was the picture of- Tiffany Campbell. At that instant he grabbed the keys to his Land Rover- and was on his way to “J’s Pancake House” on 23rd st. He hoped out of the car and opened the glass door, “dingdong”. The young teenager asked, “ How many?” He said ”Just one will do”. She popped her gum and said right this way, sir. He looked around the restaurant and said have you happened to see Tiffany, she must be my age now. She popped her gum and said, “yeah, she’s right over there” and she grabbed his torn menu. Al got up from the booth and pretended to bump into her. She got to “par.. in pardon me” and placed her fingers over her mouth. The two instantly fell back in love. After six months of dating, the two got married. He was the syrup to her pancakes and she was the cream to his coffee.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
WA6-Plot~Adventure?
WA6-Plot~ Adventure
It was a brisk sunny morning when Al Dover woke from the newspaper-padded steps of a New York City skyscraper. His head was against the wall and his legs were facing straight out into the entrance of the building. His nine-year-old Shepard mix- Sandy had her head nestled into the side of his jacket. He stood up and took a large breath and exhaled, sighing “What a beautiful day it is, Sandy”. Al never posted signs reading “Give to the homeless” or along the lines of “ Will work for food”. He thought that it was not fair for others to pay for mistakes he had made in life. Al was only 26 years old, by now. He never was motivated to get a job; he was just that kid-growing up in the shadow of his wealthy parents. His parents lived great lives-parties, expensive booze, shopping at Saks. By the time Al-or Alexander reached 16 and eight months he decided to run away from home.
The very next day Al was crouched on the concrete porch of “J’s Pancake House”. He stretched his arm out and noticed Miss Tiffany Campbell in her light blue skirt and top. She was this sweet thing that worked at this silver spoon diner. She served hot cakes every Saturday morning and saw Al. Right as Al woke up; she was staring straight at him. Her almond shaped brown eyes, with smeared baby blue eyeliner, jet-black clumps for eyelashes, electric pink lips and bleach blonde curly hair. He whispered to her, “ Helllllooo girl, I am assuming Tiffany” due to her pink name tag. She dropped her car keys and yelped “Hi?”. Tiffany asked him to come inside for a hot cup of coffee; he couldn’t resist the offer she made. She seated him on the bar and poured him a hot cup of coffee with cream and sugar. She dumped a pile of pancakes in front of his scruffy face. She said, “ Enjoy.” Al was thinking, why is this girl being so nice to me, have I really done anything to help her day? Or even the thought of marriage crossed his racing mind. She then came back to take his syrup filled plates. Al stayed at the diner all day with Tiffany. The two had the longest conversation from his dog to her hometown of Newark, New Jersey. As the sun began to go down, it was time for Al and Sandy to leave the blue-collar diner. He thanked her for her kindness and she wished him a “goodluck”. But the two knew that they were in love, just by the few hours of meeting each other.
Al felt better than ever, he was going to go find a job. He knew he could, he was the son of the man who invented “Toaster Strudels”. After three months of looking Al Dover found a job at Ace Hardware store in one of the few residential areas of New York City. He was at the top of game- working nine-hour days and doing a few things for the company on the side. The owner- Greg Turner allowed Al to stay in the one bedroom apartment upstairs. It was poorly managed- the apartment consisted of a lamp, a mattress and an end table. It had just enough room for Sandy to have a corner on the side. To Al, it was perfect- this is all he had wanted in life. Enough space to do what he wants. Al asked Greg to go in on a deal with him. The deal was to help out James Woodworth- a famous family in New York City to do work on their turn of the century town house. The two made millions.
As time went by- Al was now 42 years of age. He was relaxing in his new house looking at old photos that he had taken with his disposable camera several years ago. He came across photos of his family, his dog Sandy, and then a fading photo fell out. It was the picture of- Tiffany Campbell. At that instant he grabbed the keys to his Land Rover- and was on his way to “J’s Pancake House”. He hoped out of the car and opened the glass door, “dingdong”. The young teenager asked, “ How many?” He said ”Just one will do”. She popped her gum and said right this way, sir. He looked around the restaurant and said have you happened to see Tiffany, she must be my age now. She popped her gum and said, “yeah, she’s right over there” and she grabbed his torn menu. Al got up from the booth and pretended to bump into her. She got to par- in pardon me and placed her fingers over her mouth. The two instantly fell back in love. After six months of dating, the two got married. He was the syrup to her pancakes and she was the cream to his coffee.
It was a brisk sunny morning when Al Dover woke from the newspaper-padded steps of a New York City skyscraper. His head was against the wall and his legs were facing straight out into the entrance of the building. His nine-year-old Shepard mix- Sandy had her head nestled into the side of his jacket. He stood up and took a large breath and exhaled, sighing “What a beautiful day it is, Sandy”. Al never posted signs reading “Give to the homeless” or along the lines of “ Will work for food”. He thought that it was not fair for others to pay for mistakes he had made in life. Al was only 26 years old, by now. He never was motivated to get a job; he was just that kid-growing up in the shadow of his wealthy parents. His parents lived great lives-parties, expensive booze, shopping at Saks. By the time Al-or Alexander reached 16 and eight months he decided to run away from home.
The very next day Al was crouched on the concrete porch of “J’s Pancake House”. He stretched his arm out and noticed Miss Tiffany Campbell in her light blue skirt and top. She was this sweet thing that worked at this silver spoon diner. She served hot cakes every Saturday morning and saw Al. Right as Al woke up; she was staring straight at him. Her almond shaped brown eyes, with smeared baby blue eyeliner, jet-black clumps for eyelashes, electric pink lips and bleach blonde curly hair. He whispered to her, “ Helllllooo girl, I am assuming Tiffany” due to her pink name tag. She dropped her car keys and yelped “Hi?”. Tiffany asked him to come inside for a hot cup of coffee; he couldn’t resist the offer she made. She seated him on the bar and poured him a hot cup of coffee with cream and sugar. She dumped a pile of pancakes in front of his scruffy face. She said, “ Enjoy.” Al was thinking, why is this girl being so nice to me, have I really done anything to help her day? Or even the thought of marriage crossed his racing mind. She then came back to take his syrup filled plates. Al stayed at the diner all day with Tiffany. The two had the longest conversation from his dog to her hometown of Newark, New Jersey. As the sun began to go down, it was time for Al and Sandy to leave the blue-collar diner. He thanked her for her kindness and she wished him a “goodluck”. But the two knew that they were in love, just by the few hours of meeting each other.
Al felt better than ever, he was going to go find a job. He knew he could, he was the son of the man who invented “Toaster Strudels”. After three months of looking Al Dover found a job at Ace Hardware store in one of the few residential areas of New York City. He was at the top of game- working nine-hour days and doing a few things for the company on the side. The owner- Greg Turner allowed Al to stay in the one bedroom apartment upstairs. It was poorly managed- the apartment consisted of a lamp, a mattress and an end table. It had just enough room for Sandy to have a corner on the side. To Al, it was perfect- this is all he had wanted in life. Enough space to do what he wants. Al asked Greg to go in on a deal with him. The deal was to help out James Woodworth- a famous family in New York City to do work on their turn of the century town house. The two made millions.
As time went by- Al was now 42 years of age. He was relaxing in his new house looking at old photos that he had taken with his disposable camera several years ago. He came across photos of his family, his dog Sandy, and then a fading photo fell out. It was the picture of- Tiffany Campbell. At that instant he grabbed the keys to his Land Rover- and was on his way to “J’s Pancake House”. He hoped out of the car and opened the glass door, “dingdong”. The young teenager asked, “ How many?” He said ”Just one will do”. She popped her gum and said right this way, sir. He looked around the restaurant and said have you happened to see Tiffany, she must be my age now. She popped her gum and said, “yeah, she’s right over there” and she grabbed his torn menu. Al got up from the booth and pretended to bump into her. She got to par- in pardon me and placed her fingers over her mouth. The two instantly fell back in love. After six months of dating, the two got married. He was the syrup to her pancakes and she was the cream to his coffee.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Final Draft- A Day to Remember
Article: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/22/world/middleeast/22mideast.html
It was an early morning, the golden sun rising in between the worn mountain ridges. The white curtains were pulled to the side letting the sun stream through the window. The Palestinian girl kicked the white linen covers to the bottom of the bed. Her slippers were off to the right on the worn gray wood floor. The squeaky wooden door flew open, into a hallway that led into the kitchen. The brown skinned girl reached into the old fashioned fridge for Florida orange juice. She reached for the paint chipped cabinets for a clear glass cup; the cup was brought down to the counter. She held the cup with her left hand as the juice poured like a waterfall into the glass. Kelly walked threw the living room to the screen door. The living room had nick knack antiques scattered about, pottery and religious Hindu items. She swung the door open and bent down to get the newspaper. Kay-short for Kelly heard the little boy on his blue bike peddle back down her dusty road. She hollered to him a simple thank you. He tilted his hat down to her.
Kelly opened the swinging door with her big toe. She read the headlines slowly “Israel Allows Some Supplies into Gaza”. She glanced down to read the caption of the picture, “Palestinians waited to buy bread from a baker in the Gaza Strip Monday”. She looked back at the picture and saw a man with a beard holding a bag. He was putting several pieces of cake batter colored bread into it. Then she saw on the other side several men of all ages reaching into the bakery. Which consisted of a window, almost as if it were a drive though. There were two boys in the window, squirming to get their bread. The picture displayed an endless line of people scattered about. Several men were huddling waiting to catch a moment to be able to slip in the line and place their order.
Kelly was fascinated by the story. She read the rest of the article, briefly. She then chugged the rest of the “o.j”, spilling a few drops onto her lightly cream colored robe. She bolted into the bathroom, turned on the hot water and hoped into the shower. Kelly opened the door, wearing tight jeans with a small hole in her left thigh, a white button down oxford and her hair dried naturally into her rich thick hair. She had put on a pair of simple turquoise earrings. Kelly dove into the guest room and pulled out a brown leather bag, packing the basics. Then, walked into the living room and grabbed a pair of Adidas running shoes and slipped those on. She locked the door and darted down the rickety stairs to her right. A slip was pulled off the car; it was an old chrome yellow Jeep Wrangler with two very thin gray stripes on the side. The engine started; all that was to be seen was a car zooming down the dirt road for the city and an excited twenty four year old screaming at the top of her lungs to her favorite music.
She was so fascinated by the story she wanted to make a difference, by helping pass out foods and supply new goods to Gaza. A quick phone call was made to a local volunteer center. Her name and information was in the files and she was ready to work. She drove into the city, and spotted several designated areas where help was needed. Several kids stood around the girl as she passed out simple foods. Kelly whipped out her camera to remember that moment. She looked around; the worn clothes the children were wearing. Kelly then passed out foods, several new t-shirts and shoes made from recycled plastic. Kelly returned home and printed out the photos in black and white from earlier that day. The first thing she noticed were the bright smiles the children had when they received the new items. A small tear dropped from her rosy cheek, the smiles were all that mattered to Kelly Roberts.
It was an early morning, the golden sun rising in between the worn mountain ridges. The white curtains were pulled to the side letting the sun stream through the window. The Palestinian girl kicked the white linen covers to the bottom of the bed. Her slippers were off to the right on the worn gray wood floor. The squeaky wooden door flew open, into a hallway that led into the kitchen. The brown skinned girl reached into the old fashioned fridge for Florida orange juice. She reached for the paint chipped cabinets for a clear glass cup; the cup was brought down to the counter. She held the cup with her left hand as the juice poured like a waterfall into the glass. Kelly walked threw the living room to the screen door. The living room had nick knack antiques scattered about, pottery and religious Hindu items. She swung the door open and bent down to get the newspaper. Kay-short for Kelly heard the little boy on his blue bike peddle back down her dusty road. She hollered to him a simple thank you. He tilted his hat down to her.
Kelly opened the swinging door with her big toe. She read the headlines slowly “Israel Allows Some Supplies into Gaza”. She glanced down to read the caption of the picture, “Palestinians waited to buy bread from a baker in the Gaza Strip Monday”. She looked back at the picture and saw a man with a beard holding a bag. He was putting several pieces of cake batter colored bread into it. Then she saw on the other side several men of all ages reaching into the bakery. Which consisted of a window, almost as if it were a drive though. There were two boys in the window, squirming to get their bread. The picture displayed an endless line of people scattered about. Several men were huddling waiting to catch a moment to be able to slip in the line and place their order.
Kelly was fascinated by the story. She read the rest of the article, briefly. She then chugged the rest of the “o.j”, spilling a few drops onto her lightly cream colored robe. She bolted into the bathroom, turned on the hot water and hoped into the shower. Kelly opened the door, wearing tight jeans with a small hole in her left thigh, a white button down oxford and her hair dried naturally into her rich thick hair. She had put on a pair of simple turquoise earrings. Kelly dove into the guest room and pulled out a brown leather bag, packing the basics. Then, walked into the living room and grabbed a pair of Adidas running shoes and slipped those on. She locked the door and darted down the rickety stairs to her right. A slip was pulled off the car; it was an old chrome yellow Jeep Wrangler with two very thin gray stripes on the side. The engine started; all that was to be seen was a car zooming down the dirt road for the city and an excited twenty four year old screaming at the top of her lungs to her favorite music.
She was so fascinated by the story she wanted to make a difference, by helping pass out foods and supply new goods to Gaza. A quick phone call was made to a local volunteer center. Her name and information was in the files and she was ready to work. She drove into the city, and spotted several designated areas where help was needed. Several kids stood around the girl as she passed out simple foods. Kelly whipped out her camera to remember that moment. She looked around; the worn clothes the children were wearing. Kelly then passed out foods, several new t-shirts and shoes made from recycled plastic. Kelly returned home and printed out the photos in black and white from earlier that day. The first thing she noticed were the bright smiles the children had when they received the new items. A small tear dropped from her rosy cheek, the smiles were all that mattered to Kelly Roberts.
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