Fallon

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Preposition Poem!!!!
Above the race Inside line In this race for the win Past the person in front of me Through the rythms Along the ben of the corner To the finish line I am a winner!!! :D

Pieces of a Poem!!!!
Music

The beat fills the air; My heart fills with so many feelings and As I dance along, It feels like I am painting the world with my finger tips. Along the wall Through my mind Music cures all pain inside!

Description of Pieces of a Poem!!!!
Music

The beat fills the air; My heart fills with so many feelings __and__ As I dance along, It feels like I am painting the world with my finger tips. Along the wall Through my mind Music cures all pain inside.

The stuff that is written in this color is my compound-complex sentence. In green is my preposition. In this color is my subordinating conjunction. __The word that is underlined is my coordinating conjunction.__ This verb (fills) is in this color because it is modifying the dependent adverb clause in the first line. This color is my adverb dependent clause. This is my second dependent clause. As I dance along... Is my first independent clause. It feels like I am painting the world with my finger tips.... Is my second independent clause. This is my final line as a independent clause. This is my meaningful title.

Extended Metaphor!!!!

Dreams

My dreams are a load of clothes put into a washer, A soapy mess of my wishes and desires, Dreams going round and round in circles, Confussion of the world wrapped in one machine.

Original Post :D
Impossible By: Nancy Werlin

I am reading this book mainly because I like the title. Now I know you aren't suppose to judge a book by it's cover, but when I had read the inside I was sold on it. Honestly, I have only read four chapters. As far as I am right now there isn't going to be a extremely deep meaning of this book. You know how there is always an introduction to a short story or a novel, well I think I have a pretty good idea of what this book is about. Although I am very interested to find out if this book has a weird twist to it! :D

This book is written in the time period of the mid-1900's. In the four chapters I have read so far I have gotten this from it....a messed up family. The main character is Lucy. Lucy has lived a very hard life, well is living a very hard life. It seems though that it is just going to get harder for her. Lucy lives with foster parents, now I am not saying that is horrible, but it is very hard. As far as I have gotten I don't know where exactly her real father is. Now that has lead me to this.... her mom is still alive and she is CRAZY!! Lucy's mother, which her name is really miranda, is living on the street right now and she is considered the "That crazy bag lady". Miranda is unfortunately really seems crazy to me. The picture that i had gotten of her when Nancy (author) dropped little hints of what she was like was kinda terrifying. It mainly looked like miranda was wearing something that she had found in the trash. Considering her "nickname" it had made since to me. The weirder part to me is that she keeps popping up randomly. The most recent place that miranda had shown up was at Lucy's track practice. After Lucy saw her mother sitting on the bleachers just staring at her Lucy had lost all rhythm for her hurdles. The thing that had messed her up the most was the song that miranda sings all the time when she is around Lucy. " Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She must be a true love of mine." I have to soon find out what this song is meaning. Well I can't wait.

I would recommend this book to a person that likes thinking about what is going to happen next.

Revised Post :D
Impossible By: Nancy Werlin

I am reading this book mainly because I like the title. Now I know you aren't suppose to judge a book by it's cover, but when I had read the inside I was sold on it. Honestly, I have only read four chapters. As far as I am right now there isn't going to be a extremely deep meaning of this book. You know how there is always an introduction to a short story or a novel, well I think I have a pretty good idea of what this book is about. Although I am very interested to find out if this book has a weird twist to it! :D

This book is written in the time period of the mid-1900's. In the four chapters I have read so far I have gotten this from it....a messed up family. The main character is Lucy. Lucy has lived a very hard life, well is living a very hard life. It seems though that it is just going to get harder for her. Lucy lives with foster parents, now I am not saying that is horrible, but it is very hard. As far as I have gotten I don't know where exactly her real father is. Now that has lead me to this.... her mom is still alive and she is CRAZY!! Lucy's mother, which her name is really M iranda, is living on the street right now and she is considered the "That crazy bag lady". Miranda is unfortunately really seems crazy to me. The picture that i had gotten of her when Nancy (author) dropped little hints of what she was like was kinda terrifying. It mainly looked like miranda was wearing something that she had found in the trash. Considering her "nickname" it had made since to me. The weirder part to me is that she keeps popping up randomly. The most recent place that M <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">iranda had shown up was at Lucy's track practice. After Lucy saw her mother sitting on the bleachers just staring at her Lucy had lost all rhythm for her hurdles. The thing that had messed her up the most was the song that <span style="color: #ff9300; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">M <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">iranda sings all the time when she is around Lucy.

<span style="color: #ff9300; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Scarborough Fair

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">" Are you going to Scarborough fair? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Remember me to one who lives there <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">She must be a true love of mine." <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I have to soon find out what this song is meaning. Well I can't wait.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I would recommend this book to a person that likes thinking about what is going to happen next. <span style="color: #ff9300; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">*Spelling Errors and left out words are in orange

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Tone Analysis!!!!
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">USA today <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Our veiw: mideast oil shock threatens U.S, again.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The middle east crisis!!! Oil pump prices shoot up once again.

The authors tone is clearly aggravated. "If the script sounds familiar, it's because we've seen this movie before, and no one deserves an academy award." this quote from this article is sarcasm, you can tell this by how the author is obviously saying that we (U.S) is tired of the oil companies having issues. What I really get from this article is that the author wants the oil company to stop twiddling their thumbs and do something about this oil problem. The comma's in the sentence above separate the sentence with dramatic pauses. The comma's also give the feeling of irritated. This next sentence "Oil that has sent prices close to 100$ a barrel, menacing the fragile economic recovery at home." tells me that the author is stating that how expensive the oil is and that it can affect our every day lives. That not only is the oil taking the money out of our pockets that it is also money out of our families, when that money can be used for something else to spend with our family. The author states that the country has long imported more than half of its oil and that oil will be a //**MAJOR**// factor for decades. What I think the author is saying there is that we might be moving on with creating solar powered devices but for the most part it will be very hard for everyone to switch to solar powered devices. So there fore the U.S is going to be on oil for quite sometime even if we are all willing to change to solar powered devices. Last but not least the author ends this article by giving a very sarcastic last two sentences. "The nation can deal with this. The question is how many more middle east oil shocks it will have to endure before it acts." these sentences give the dramatic affect and attitude of WHEN IS THE U.S GOING TO FIX THIS OIL PROBLEM!

Hint Fiction!!!!
A cowboy walks; from a far far away land, for what you say? A dream! To a better life in a place I cannot see.

Blackout Poetry!!!!
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Champions <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Home at last <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">National Champions <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Scored to win <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">People counted us out <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Unleashed a scoring rampage <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">A lot of Competition

Digital Vocab
Word; Gibbous Part of speech: adjective Rational: This picture describes that the word gibbous means round it also means astronomy. There is also a thing called a gibbous moon which is where the moon is more than half full but isn't a full moon



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Short Story
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Why?

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">It’s been a long day at school. It always seems to go slow when it’s bad weather. So when I enter my house I scream to my mom in who was in the kitchen, “I am going to take a nap.” She answered back quickly saying, “don’t sleep to long.” When I got into my room I dropped my backpack and climbed into bed. As I laid there looking up at the ceiling, I realized Keegan wasn’t at school today. Keegan skipped school daily so I figured it was just another day where he got off the bus and walked a different direction from the school. Keegan was my best friend, we kind of do everything together. I kept thinking about some great memories that I had with Keegan. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">The next thing I knew was my mom was shaking me. She was yelling, “wake up AUTUMN, the police need to talk to you!!” I got up still half asleep not knowing what was really going on. My mom started speaking again, “what did you do? You’ve gotten in trouble before for other stuff but not bad enough for the police to show up!” My mom kept mumbling to herself as I walked past her. I was trying to make out what she was saying. I walked down the stairs and turned the corner into the kitchen. The police where standing there waiting for me. I thought back in the day trying to remember what I could have done to get in this much trouble. When the police could make out my image from the darkness they told me to sit down. They had asked me if I had known where Keegan was today? I felt a relief lift off my shoulders, although when I started thinking about it was let back down again. I answered after two minutes, “ no he hadn’t talk to me. I didn’t see him at school either.” The police let out a deep sigh. I began to start to worry. After starring at them whisper I finally asked, “why are you looking for Keegan?” “Is he in some kind of trouble?” The chubbiest of the two men opened his mouth, and gave me the worst news of my life; “We found Keegan dead on the railroad tracks..... He killed himself.” The police started to disappear as he kept speaking, and I realized my eyes where full of tears. I didn’t blink though to infear with releasing the flash flood from my eyes, but they released themselves. It seemed like an hour before the police where led out of my house. When they did leave I was in the same spot doing the same thing...crying. The tears hadn’t slowed down and they didn’t seem to for two weeks. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">Keegan’s funereal was a month later. Keegan’s mom had asked me too speak at the funeral the day after his death. I had agreed to that; I thought I owed him that much. Today was the day and Keegan’s mom didn’t even show-up. After talking at the funeral I walked to Keegan’s house. When I knocked on the door there was no answer. I peered through the window and his mom was passed out on the couch snuggling with a bottle of beer. Angry as I was I just walked off. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">I started to run in to the forest and as I did the tears started to pour down my face again. After I was deep into the forest and out of breath I screamed, “I am SORRY KEEGAN THAT YOU HAD TO LIVE WITH THAT BITCH YOU CALLED MOM!” I was glad no one could hear me screaming. The pain and anger just exploded out of me at once. I kicked and punched anything that was close to me. When I calmed down I realized that I was really hot, so I stripped down to my tank top and shorts, I ditched my other clothes somewhere in the trees. I took off further into the woods, when I soon came upon a nice meadow. I found some big roots that made a bed formation, and I had to lie down there. I stared up into the sky wondering why Keegan would have wanted to kill himself. I fell asleep a couple minutes later. I was deep into my dreams of the memories I had with Keegan, when I was suddenly woke up by a strange noise. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">I sat up, startled, and looked around. Nothing or noone was to be found. I sat there, still for a couple of minutes, waiting for something to move. For some reason I began to cry again. As I did, I heard someone say, “why are you crying? You need to save those tears for something important.” I turned every which way to find a person, but nothing was in sight. I started to say to myself, “your not crazy.... stop imagining this.” Then out of nowhere I could see this figure appear. It was like the ocean’s color but in a body figure. It was Keegan. As Keegan got closer I started to cry even more. He spoke again saying, “seriously stop that.” “You know it doesn’t make me happy when I see you cry.” I answered back in disbelief and said, “then why did you kill yourself if you didn’t want people to cry?” This time Keegan answered back sharply, “I didn’t think people would cry... I didn’t think I was loved.” I was now screaming “ Well you where WRONG VERY WRONG!” It was quiet for a long time. I fiddled with a string that was still attached to my tank top as Keegan’s ghost picked under his finger nails. He looked up at me suddenly and said, “I am sorry....” it was because of my life at home.” I stared at him for a long time knowing that was why but also remembering the time he told me he would never do anything to harm someone or himself because of his family. I was getting angry just thinking about and couldn’t get it out of my mind. I looked up at him and said “ You promised!” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">He looked at me surprised. He looked like he was thinking back in time trying to remember. After a couple of minutes he answered saying, “I know but I can’t take it back now.” “I don’t know what you want me to do.” I thought for a while wondering what I did want from him and I realized I wanted a reason why he would leave me here by myself. I told him that he was important to me, he was my best friend and he just left me here with no letter or notice on why he was doing this to me. Keegan then sat down next to me and just pretended to hug me. He then pushed me back and looked into my eyes and said, “I will tell you everything.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“OK” I said. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">He started outto tell me about how it all happened. “That morning, my mom told me I was a horrible child and that she should have never had had me. I thought she was just drunk or something but then I remembered this was the third week of her being sober. You know how big of a temper I have so I ran off into the forest to this exact spot and screamed for about a half an hour. I fell asleep right here just as you did. When I woke up I knew if I didn’t get home soon I would miss the bus for school. I got lost on my way back and I ended up at the railroad yard. I knew i would be late so I started running faster. I tripped over the tracks and the next thing I knew I was in heaven talking to God and telling him how I didn’t want to die. God comforted me and said that if I wanted to get my wings, I would have toe earth and tell my one person who really loved me, that I was sorry. I agreed to that and asked him who it was, but I already knew it was you. So I am sorry Autumn, I love you and leaving you by yourself here.” I didn’t speak for a while then I said to him still looking at the floor, “I understand and I love you too.” “ Now go fly up to heaven and get your wings, but just know I am always thinking of you.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">I watched him fade away into the forest trees and then took a deep breath and headed to school. When I got home I screamed to my mom saying, “I am going to take a nap.” She answered back quickly saying, “don’t sleep to long.”