Monday, December 5, 2011

Fruit Market (beginning)

In a small town, on the corner of a common street, resided a small food market. The market constantly had customers, all who lived in the area, and sold many types of food. The most valued and sold was the fruit. The market held beautiful fruit. Shiny, red apples, soft pears, strong oranges, perfect bananas, and ripe grapes. Although all the fruit were well catered for by the market’s employees, there were larger problems in a smaller terms.
           There was a war. The clever apples and tough pears waged against each other in hopes for a close victory through the war. They had been fighting beyond the expiration date from several months ago. There was a cause for the war, but the fruit’s generation over the year had lost the reasons. The apples took shelter in their own community, in the left corner of the market’s fruit’s section. Then the pears resided in their own section, next to the apples, separated by a wall between their sections. The apples were more acknowledged, knowing to how to use their knowledge to inflict the pears, create strategies for offense and defense through their technology. The pears were barbaric with brute strength that helped them with their struggles against the apples tactics. Both sides had their own advantages and disadvantages. The only reason the new generations of apples would continue on with the war was because they felt that the war was just culture, and a way of their lives by now. Just another way of how things had to be.
    Mac shuffled his way across the center of the apple box. His red skin shone with a hint of green in the light, his stem was small, and his leaf a natural green. Mac passed several other apples, all of different colors. There was green, golden yellow, and bright solid red. The apple community was very diverse and well structured. They had a political system, laws, and even their own walkways paved for them to step on. Mac pondered on how his great grandfather was doing, hidden in the back corner of the town. Mac walked his way across the town, saying hello to every other apple that passed. Once he had reached the end of the walkway, there was just the wall. Mac looked up the wall, seeing that it reached beyond the possible limit of any fruit to climb. A small hole in the wall was covered by some old apple leaves that were left behind by a few apples before. Mac approached the leaves, looking around to check to see if anyone was watching, and then brushed them aside. He walked into the dark hole in the wood, and then covered the hole back up with the leaves. Mac turned to see a dim light around a corner. Mac followed it cautiously, not wanting to make too much noise. There were slight creaking noises every few seconds, and Mac turned around the corner. Mac stepped into a compact room, illuminated by one small candle. In the corner, next the the candle, sat an old apple in a rocking chair, Mac’s grandfather. As Mac walked toward the old apple he noticed his features becomeing more noticable. His grandfather was a golden color, having brown spots all over him. He also had dark cirlces that showed bruises and cuts. His history showed not only through his scars, but also through the defined lines around his face. The old apple’s eyes brightened, and mouth curved upwards weakly once he saw Mac cross the small room.
    “Hello, my dear Mac. How are you this afternoon?” croaked the old apple. Mac smiled back caringly, glad to see his grandfather’s passion for life still risided inside of him.
    “I am fine, grandpapa. What about you?” Mac responded politely. The  older apple just sighed with a slight smile.
    “I’m doing alright, thank you. How is everything outside of the walls?” The old apple wheezed. Mac was afraid to tell him about the war. He himself did not even know why there was a war that waged on continuously between the Apples and the Pears. The war had been going on months before Mac’s generation, and nobody knew why. The war was seen as just a way of life, almost as if it was a custom for the Apples and Pears to hate and fight eachother.
    “Everything is doing well.” Mac lied with a smile, although the guilt rested in the back of his mind. His grandfather coughed and gave a happy look, his wrinkles seemed to be deeper every time he smiled. Mac and his grandfather had a tight bond, knowing eachother for more than a week or two. Mac’s grandfather had been alive for about three weeks, being older than all the apples. He was wise and Mac helped him live on longer by settling him in the corner of the box, so he would not get thrown out.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Erin Luongo & The Best Summer

  1. What inspired you to write this?
    1. The history about segregation in the South
  2. Who are your main characters?
    1. Abigail Louis and Hunter Magee
  3. Who is the antagonist and their intentions?
    1. Elroy, Hunter’s older brother. He murdered one of Abigail’s friends.
  4. Who is the protagonist and their intentions?
    1. Abigail and Hunter are the protagonists. They are telling the story through their experiences.
  5. What is the setting of your story?
    1. My story takes place in Birmingham, AL in 1955. Also however, part of my story takes place in Savannah, GA in 1965.
  6. What style did you type your paper in? Why?
    1. I’m writing my story in poem form. Poems are simpler for me to write and I feel like my story will be expressed better.
  7. Does the setting change at all?
    1. Yes, it will change between 1965 (at Abigail’s house) to various places in Birmingham in 1955.
  8. Do you have any dynamic (changing) characters?
    1. Yes, Abigail and Hunter go from adults to teenagers and back again several times.
  9. What are your main character's personalities?
    1. Abigail is very timid but extremely caring and strong willed (on the inside). Hunter is outwardly very outgoing, inwardly however he is unhappy.
  10. Based off of their personalities, what disadvantage and/or advantages do they have through the story?
    1. Neither character is able to stop the murder nor neither character tells the truth about it when questioned.
  11. What is the moral of your story?
    1. The moral of my story is ‘friendship can withstand and overcome any obstacle’.
  12. How do your characters resolve their main problem?
    1. The killer is caught and placed in jail.
  13. What relationships are in your story, between characters and their surroundings?
    1. Both characters grew up in Birmingham and their relationship is quite close. Both hide their true feelings from one another.
  14. What is your favorite part of the story?
    1. My favorite part in my story is when I introduce Birmingham. I love the lines “I lived in Birmingham, AL, in 1955, the most racist city in America, a title it held with pride”. I just love those lines.
  15. What is your least favorite part of the story?
    1. So far I don’t have a least favorite part of my story, I think it’s all pretty good so far.
  16. What would you change about your story?
    1. I wouldn’t change anything about my story. It all flows right, to me, and I think if I tried changing anything I would throw the entire story off track.
  17. How does the rising action of the story lead to the climax?
    1. Everything leads up to the murder. Abigail thinks back to herself about what happened. And then Hunter will think back to what happens; when both characters reach that point, their two sides of the story will unite.
  18. Does the main character face their own problems? or problems about their surroundings and/or surrounding characters?
    1. The only problems my main characters face are the sorrow felt about the murder.
  19. Where does the story start? (Time zone) And does that change?
    1. My story starts in Abigail’s kitchen in 1965 in Savannah, GA.  
  20. What affect does the setting have on your charactersa
    1. The 1955 setting shows what type of feelings that society had towards certain groups of people. This affects the entire story.
Interviewing Erin to find out more about her story had inspired me to read it. To read Erin's story, The Best Summer, click here.