(Cupid and Psyche)
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Reading Options: Cupid and Psyche
So after perusing the options for Week 2 reading assignments I've decided to write about Cupid and Psyche. Who doesn't love the idea of love? I have read the Illiad and the Odyssey but I felt that maybe that was a bit of a cop out. I want something new and interesting. Wait for my story to come out next week!
Storybook Favorites
The
three storybooks I read this week really caught my interest. Although they
varied completely in genre and origin each one caught my attention and held it.
The first storybook I chose to read was History Mysteries. Personally I didn't care for the introduction
very much but the three stories that followed were awesome. The story about
Stonehenge had me thinking about plush green hills and giants right before me
and I could see the child giant, Daniel, stacking the stones like blocks. The
next three stories kept me enraptured and even used a character from the Narnia
series which was a favorite of my mother’s when she was a child.
The second storybook I found was The Darling Tales of Wendy. Instead of separate stories each chapter was an
installment of letters between Wendy and Michael Darling. Both are adults and
gave hypothetical answers to what would happen after the Darling children grow
up. This storybook was awesome and the title made me giggle to myself for a solid
two minutes. I’ve always been a Peter Pan fan and its dark undertones. Disney
sometimes makes movies a little too happy.
The third and final story book was Demigod Daycare. Now the writing style in this storybook was good but the
overall story concept seemed a bit too similar to books like Percy Jackson.
This theme of Demigods and their parents being in contact with each other is
overplayed and not thought out very well due to the fact that in mythology the
gods cared very little for their children. It was only when they reached adult
hood and was able to bring the gods name to glory that the gods ever showed
interest. Due to these facts this storybook wasn’t very thought out to me.
All three story books had their pros
and cons but for the most part I enjoyed the first two books and found a bit of
enjoyment in the third but was distracted by similarities. Being able to see
some of the projects of others before us has given me a good idea of how to
complete our future project.
(When you wait till one in the morning to do your homework because you have so much to do)
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Introduction: Me and my weird quirky obsession
My name is Brooke Flowers and I’m a mess. Now when I say I’m
a mess I mean it guys. I’m emotional and insecure but at the same time I’m
strong with a heart surrounded by ice. These differences are what make me….well
me. I’m an Anthropology major which if you’re not aware of what that is would
be the study of remains in order to understand our past and the past of our
planet. Not really as interesting as one would think with the exception that
one day I hope to unleash the mummy’s curse or an ancient disease from Atlantis
that wipes out earth. The usual dream come true that every girl dreams about. So
we are supposed to pick a topic to talk about that isn’t about the zombie
apocalypse or death in large numbers and I guess I’ll pick something near and
dear to my heart: Doctor Who. Doctor Who was supposed to air its first episode
on the day that President John F. Kennedy was shot. It was of course postponed
due to the tragedy. After that Doctor Who has been on air for fifty years. This
show is double my age as of today (it is my 25th birthday today) and
has touched millions. Millions tune in to be given that little bit of hope that
the doctor represents. Whether he is fighting weeping angels or his own grief
over the loss of his planet the doctor is one of my heroes. He makes anyone
feel that they are special, wanted, and needed. Out of all the regeneration's of
the Doctor, David Tennant is my favorite. With his Janis Joplin coat and vintage
chucks he will one day be my husband. I know this is nerdy but one of these
days I want to hear the sound of the T.A.R.D.I.S. and feel him take my hand and
tell me to run.
(Doctors of the Modern Seasons)
50th Anniversary Special
Monday, August 22, 2016
Story: Blinded by the Sun
Authors Note: This story is of my own creation. When I saw the map by Tom Gauld I immediately thought of nuclear fallout and how people would survive and what would happen after thousands of years under the surface. I used mine shafts, nuclear fallout, and evil spirits to make a lot of what is going on in my heroines world. Mine shafts seemed to be the perfect home for nuclear survivors because it would keep them safe from radiation. The Nuclear Fallout would be the perfect cataclysm to change human way of thought and life while also keeping some aspects from the 1950's like the implementation of Nuclear families and the like. If you need any more information on nuclear families I did include a link and a picture to explain. The evil spirits were a perfect machine to deliver fear to my heroine and are actually in fact radiation clouds in my mind. All of these elements made this piece a blast to write. I hope you enjoy it!
She should have obeyed the laws of
the tribe. For thousands of years her people had hidden from the horrors of the
surface world. In a small shack in the wood is where her ancestors had made
their home tunneling deep into the earth after they had reached the end of
tunnels already built to mine the precious jewels that the ancient peoples
valued. Never did they go to the surface. The surface meant death to all things
and had been sealed off since the beginning. A fireball heated their life from
within the earth. Glowing crystals and glow worms littered the walls keeping
them from infinite darkness. This was her home. This was her ancestors home.
She
had left the tunnels by accident at first finding the first home. It was a tiny
room made of wood and stone. Everything was filmed with dust and covered in
cobwebs. It was awe inspiring. This was her beginning. This was where her people
had come from. This small room with no glow worms or crystals to light it. This
was hers to share or hers to keep all for herself and so she did. She kept the
room to herself visiting often and tracing the strange markings on the wall.
Tracing long forgotten words of the ancients. She tried sounding them out at
times but mostly traced them learning their curves better than she knew the
tunnels. Spending hours she would feel them in the darkness.
N U C
L E A R F A L L O U T S H E L T E R\
One day she was laying in her
hideaway and she heard a noise. She went to the wall and pressed her ear
against it. She heard something clawing at the outside. It startled her making
her crawl back huddling against the wall and before she could stop herself she
ran back into the tunnels and all the way to her assigned hole. Her birth giver
was there and noticed that her progeny was distressed. In a language much
altered from modern day English they spoke.
“What is wrong? Was there a tunnel
collapse?” Her birth giver placed her hands on the girl’s cheeks and looked into
her eyes questioningly. The girl thought for a moment licking her dried lips.
She wasn’t ready to give up her secret place to the others of the tribe.
“Nothing birth giver. I was scared
of something in the darkness.” She smiled reassuringly and patted her birth
givers hand. In the tribe there were rules to how many could occupy the hole.
One male birth giver and one female birth giver who in turn would produce one
male and one female progeny. Any other offspring were distributed to those who
could not or were not allowed to reproduce due to mutations from being under
the earth. These were rules set by the ancients and kept sacred by her people.
“You
are too old to still fear the darkness. Go and pray to the ancients to give you
courage. This is our life until our Holiday is ended by the ancients return or
the dying of the heat core.” Her birth giver was impatient with her as she
approached the time in which she would have her own hole and assigned a male
birth giver to spawn with. With that in mind she decided to figure out what had
made that noise. She had courage. She did not want to settle into her hole and
her future without knowing what had made that noise. She would venture outside
the stone and wood walls and see for herself.
The
next day she went back to her hideaway. There was a panel in the shape of her
hand next to cut out in the wall she pressed her hand to it and instantly
jerked it away. Blood ran from her finger and a soft beep sounded from the
panel and the door opened. She stepped through and was blinded by the sun. She
quickly put her arms over her eyes but it would not stop the light. It went
through her pale skin and burned her eyes blinding her. She fell backwards into
the room and the door hissed closed and she cried softly. Now she was afraid.
Her world was dark permanently the light had blinded her. In her eternal
darkness her hand felt around and felt the curved lines and was comforted. She
would never leave the tunnels and would warn her children of the danger. The
evil spirits that float through the air in dark green clouds that her birth
giver had told her about had taught her a lesson by blinding her. If they had
found her outside the tunnels on the surface they would have crawled into her
lungs and killed her. She left the small room and never went back but never
forgot the lesson taught to her.
(Nuclear Family)
(Glow Worms in a cave)
Bibliography:
This story is based on the map by Tom Gauld titled "Map of the Area Surrounding our Holiday Home."
Sunday, August 21, 2016
My Favorite Place...Sulfur, Oklahoma
My favorite place would have to be Sulfur. My family and I have been going there since I was a child and in fact my mom and her siblings went there when they were children. Its a family traditions with loads of fun memories. When one of our family members learns to swim and can swim well we take them to teach them to jump off the waterfall in the image below. Its a wonderful experience and we always have a blast.
Waterfall in the main swimming area of the Chickasaw National Forest in Sulfur, Oklahoma.
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