2.5 Task 2: Creative writing

It is white. Whiter than the curtains slung in the sky, whiter than the blanket of snow, whiter than the petals of daisies carpeting the doughy path. Within the valley, banks fill with the white soup,creating an opaque painting of the landscape. The surrounding atmosphere slips into a deep coma of slumber. A slumber so deep, even the rumble of stock trucks cannot stir a waking breath from the landscape. Baring his sharp teeth, the breeze eats away at the dying leaves still clinging to the branches. Following down the branch, leads to the teeming population of life, gathering supplies for a cold winter. Scrambling about, like a society in disaster.

Listen. Listen to the deep rumble of the blue velvet as it tumbles towards the edge. Down, down, down it tumbles, knotting itself into a distressed white knot. Droplets hiss at the slick grey boulders lying at the bottom, as if in repulsion. Birds sing their last song as they retreat into dark hollows of the tree. A tree, with one last sigh, bows to the sky. A tree that will sink into the soil and meet the needs of the younger sapling to thrive.

It is morning. The only light struggles to peek from beneath the heavy curtains. Morning breath of rotting leaves rolls through the valley settling in every nook. Beads of water cling to the lonely rabbit’s fur as it feeds on the last living shrub. The sinking sand is a battlefield for stragglers passing through. Morning is when little thrives. No animal wants to climb from within their warm burrow to face the harsh temperatures. No plant wakes to open their leaves, for the sky supplies no sunlight. Nothing and No one. No one dares to venture past the embrace of their bed.

Look. Look at the river frothing at the mouth. Look how it takes everything and everyone with little mercy. Look how the river steals the stream, pulling and twisting as if it were prey. The vein carves its way through the bare landscape.Stones struggle against the roll of the current, branches drown in the downward pull of the boulders while the white rapids blind the bottom from view. Any person to walk past would be oblivious to the storm beneath its smooth skin.

And soon you will feel the warmth of the sun stroking your cool cheeks. A valley no longer hides among the covers of the fog. Sunlight slips through the loosening grip of the fog. Fingertips of light trace gentle outlines tinting the scene in a soft orange. Dewdrops decorate the surrounding forest of pine, like a shop of chandeliers. Among these trees, birds appear to accompany the morning chorus. Plants reach towards the sun in praise and people open the curtains for another show of the day.

Creative writing – Gothic

The humid breath of the wind strokes the back of my neck as i trudge forward,head down. Head down, for i did not want to see the miles of entanglement in front of me. Head down,for i did not dare to face the truth of obscured direction.Head down, for what was the point of lifting my chin only to witness my fate in front of me.

The mud engulfs my heavy feet as if in need for its next meal. My heart becomes heavy and in one last attempt of escape, i throw myself forward in hope to reach a solid slice of ground. Ground in which doesn’t contain the reaching fingers of shrubs or the thick lick of mud. Expecting a soft landing my body shudders when i am met with a hard surface. I lay on my back running my bloodied fingers over this cool and damp solid. The comfort of a hard surface supporting my aching back came almost like an embrace.Rolling over, my submissive eyes meet the structure. The structure greets me like the gates of hell. The towering presence of it makes me double over in fear. My body begs me to lay, but my brain burns with curiosity. The curiosity that whispers to me. Instructing me to peek through that gap in my hands. Look through the hands that are trying to shield and protect.

I pull myself to standing and stagger over the dark rotting wood. eyes darting in search for the pending danger.

Frankenstein/Philosophy

Imagine a small being coming into this world. Innocent, right? How would you ever imagine this being to ever to take another’s life or make it their life’s work to destroy another’s life. There has been much discussion over If these beings are born with these desires to kill or the instinct to hate.John Locke took an interest in the human body and mind.John Locke was born, like the creature in Frankenstein, with a clean slate. He was not born to write his theories, he was not born to inspire future philosophers and he certainly wasn’t born knowing he was condemned to writing philosophy. He was born like his theory, a clean slate. His life’s working was down to his upbringing and the pure chance of events. This is called Life. These sensations lead to him being intrigued by the human body. He wanted to know, just like most of the philosophers at his time, why and how people develop into who they are. This lead to his theory “Tabula rasa” or the “Blank Slate” theory. This theory claimed that humans are born with nothing imprinted on their clean slate. Their soul is clean and life’s sensations imprint onto this slate which depicts their future. Mary Shelley, an English writer, took inspiration from John Locke’s theories when in deep conversation with her fathers friend. She took great interest and was one of the things that inspired her to write the novel “Frankenstein”. Frankenstein has many quotes, such as “I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend”?, that support the theory Tabula rasa and further help the reader to understand that humans are shaped by their past and the past determines their future outcomes. The creature is used as a physical example of the theory and how humans can imprint their life onto another’s.

The Age of enlightenment – also known as the long 18th century- in which occurred over the times 1685-1815 was a time of debate and crossfire between religion and science. People were not only asking why things happened but how they happened without the presence of god.These theories questioned the very beliefs and morals of the church, leaving the highly religious skeptical of the reliability of these theories. Most people were starting to move away from the church and the new theories coming from these newly found philosophers. One of the most popular debates, at the time, was around “The Blank Slate Theory” introduced by John Locke. He stated that humans were a “White paper, void of all characters” and that we were born with an inactive soul awaiting to be activated by the senses. Not only did he John Locke state that we were born without a soul, but he strongly believed that we were born with no “Permanent Inalienable rights” which consisted of three rights; Life, Liberty and Possessions/property.This destroyed the very foundations of the church. The church was run on money in which is donated from its church-goers. The idea of power in which we are born with allowed ministers to claim the wealth they “deserve” and feed off of the less powerful.They believed that god gave them the power of word and they possess the power of the word of god.Donations kept the ministers healthy and housed , however with the the theory that humans are not born with power and everyone is equal which risks their wealth their life is based around. The church had the power in which they believed to have been given by god ( similar power as kings) and these new theories tested the realism of power in which we are born with. His ideas went against the current belief that humans were born possessing rational understanding and basic desires and intentions in which are also known as “human nature”. He thought that we, due to the senses we experience, transfer experiences to knowledge and knowledge then interprets our future self. Gothic fiction fits the theory tabula rasa perfectly. It bases off of the supernatural and is used to scare. Ghosts are the resultant of a heavy soul. A soul in which cannot pass through the afterlife. One that has had a troubled life. A soul in which has been imprinted on and cannot be removed even to death. Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein, Uses this idea to enhance the readers experience. To scare them into realizing her intentions behind writing this story. Her intention was to show the dangers of power and that people can be born with a clean slate and without the desires to kill or the intention to hurt, but then turn into someone containing a craving of these “unholy Qualities”.

Writing Task

Topic: If i could change anything about daily school life, it would be…

Technology…Sounds great, doesn’t it? Useful, Futuristic, helpful and many other “encouraging” words to describe it. However, the frustrations over buffering, loading, frozen screens and technological difficulties cause way more problems than the old fashioned pencil does. Students already carry enough stress on their shoulders, why add the stress of a computer. In the time it takes to get a computer functioning, students could have started writing half of their introduction already. We are always told that “screens are bad for you” and we should “live in the real world, not a virtual one” yet technology is placed on the stationary list and we expected sit in front of it every class. Students are relying on technology to do every task from writing up notes to writing essays. Even though proof has shown writing notes with a simple pen and paper has way more positive results for memorization than typing on a computer. Writing is a task and to be better, we must have practice. If we are constantly typing on a computer we lose the ability to write. How are we then expected to walk into an exam and expected to work a muscle in which has not been used?

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