Anjana

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**Reborn**
//I am reborn.//
 * During** the event of the Great festivial,
 * Over** the mountains,
 * Through** the forest,
 * Along** the river,
 * Into** the village,
 * Between** Heaven and Earth,

Hopeful Love
Even if you and I are a part of different status, the sun shines on the sky; sets on the same. Fate is our destiny and love is my path, I will follow till the ends of the earth, You will be loved, and you will smile. I will have you at last.

Rational

 * Even**-//this is the subordinating conjunction in line 1//
 * Like**-//this is the preposition in line 3//
 * And**-//this is the coordinating conjunction in line 6//
 * "Even if you and I are a part of different status, the sun shines on the sky; sets on the same"- is** //this is the 1 compound-complex sentence//
 * "the sun shines"** //this is the first independent clause//
 * "you will smile"** //this is the second independent clause//
 * "even if you and I are..."** //is one of the dependent clause; also an adverd clause//
 * "and love is my path"** //is the second dependent clause//

Hint Fiction
They say roses are the symbol of love, which were given to you; you refused all except one, could the love had reached you?

Tone Analysis
[|When the fat girl kissed sweets goodbye]
 * //Sorry Hershey, for now I’ve kissed sweets goodbye. And yes, I know there are [|health benefits from dark chocolate], but I’ll be getting my flavonoids from green tea, fruits and veggies this year...//**
 * //Why? Because on this day of love, I have decided the best gift I can give myself and my family is a healthy life, a healthy wife, and a healthy mom. And eating sweets isn’t healthy for me in this season of my life. It sends me into a spiral of unhealthy food choices.//**
 * //So, on this day of candy and chocolate, I'll be celebrating with flowers and love notes. And for those of you doing the same, I pray these three whispers of truth breathe strenght into a very raw, hard, and sometimes seemingly impossible struggle. Trust me, victory is possible.//**
 * //Let love and grace and truth lead you to this place.//**

~These paragraphs and sentences tell that the author is proud and happy of how she overcame her mess with wrong food choices. Now she is happy to being able to eat healthy food and live her healthy life with her loved family and friends. Also she is determined that those who can not make a healthy choice can make it through love and for happy life and for their loved ones.

**The Earth is a mother.**
She bears the burden of her youngs. Allows them to stay cozy in. Nestles them to sleep at night with her lullaby. And wakes them up again with a morning kiss. Feeds them with natures delight, and shelters them with her protection. And when it is time to part, she keeps them in her heart.

**The moon is...**
the blazing sun of the night. It lights the world at dark. Glazing it's wings on the wonderers. Giving path to the unknown Shining with pride of its rays.

**﻿B.O.O.K**
Books are a whole new world. Even though it is only thin sheets of paper and lines, it //will// attract your attention. You will be sucked in its unusual features. And when you are in its world, no matter how much you struggle to not, you will feel and experince its structure, The real, the fake, the supernatural, the heavenly, the magic, etc, are the deal. And off course love is also there. The book world creates any world, almost as a god.

**Original Post**
Fairest by Gail Carson Levine. I read/choose this book because the author was of Ella Enchanted, and i thought that it would be interesting as well. I had heard and liked stories of magic mirrors, and this book also was about magic mirrors. So when the summary talked about magic mirrors, and beauty, and singing, it made me want to read this book.The characters are: Aza (main), an innkeepers daughter, Prince Ijori, Queen Ivi, King Oscaro, Skulni, the magic mirror, and etc...The story takes place mostly in the castle.It is a story of an ugly baby left in the inn. The baby was Aza and when she is older, she is still ugly but she has the most beautiful singing voice.Oh yeah, the kingdom thing is all about singing and like singing is good for health and praying and like the most important thing is able to sing. Aza is to go to the wedding of King and new Queen. She has to wear hideious gowns which makes her even more uglier, but she gets to meet the handsome prince, who somewhat has too big ears for it to match. And the queen and king, the child like queen, and the fun loving king. Aza then figures out that queen Ivi is using potions to become beautiful. And so the adventure and obstacles begin as Aza reaches toward beauty. I think the theme of this book is some sayings like "It doesn't count who you are on the outside, it's what you are in the inside that matters." I would recommand this book to probably girls whoever liked ella enchanted or those who are into prince-charming(even though its not exactly like it), singing, love, magic.? :) The book I read was " Fairest " by Gail Carson Levine. I read/ choose to read this book because the author was the same as of Ella Enchanted's, and which I thought that was pretty good, so I thought it would be interesting as well and this book also was about magic mirrors. So when the sumary talked about magic mirrors, and beauty, and singing, it mad me want to read this book. So when the summary talked I like reading books about magic and Fairest's summery was all about beauty, and magic mirror, it made me want to read this book. singing and songs, and a prince, just reading through the summery made me curious of how Aza, the not so beautiful girl, would make the prince fall for her. So I decided to read it to find it out. The characters of this book are: Aza , an innkeepers daughter (main character), Prince Ijori, Queen Ivi, King Oscaor, Skulni, the magic mirror, and etc... also one man (which I can't remember the name of) that can tell bits of futures. The story takes place mostly in the castle, oh yeah where the kingdom thing is all about singing and voices and poems. Like how singing is good for the nation and health and is like praying, in the kingdom the most important thing is being able to sing. It is a story of an ugly baby abandoned in the inn. The baby was Aza and when she is older, she is still ugly but she has the most beautiful singing voice. Aza is And one day she is taken along to go to the wedding of King Oscaor and the new queen by one of the noble lady. The lady gives her clothes for the wedding ceremony, She has to wear Aza expects it to be lovely but it is all hideous gowns which makes her even more uglier, appearance even more worse. But sometimes it was worth it because but she gets got to meet the handsome prince, who somewhat has too big ears for it to match him. And the queen and king, The fun loving king and the child like queen wed and somethings (bad) occur, which you'll have to read to find out. Aza then figures out that queen Ivi is using potions to become beautiful. And so the Aza's adventures start and obstacles begin appear as Aza reaches toward beauty. I think one of the theme of this book is some like a saying s, like "It doesn't count who you are on the outside, it's what you are in the inside that matters." I say this because (read book) I learnt this out of the book, you are good the way you are and you shouldn't try to change it because it will only turn out to be a part of an illusion. I would recommand this book probably to girls whoever. Girls who possibly liked Ella Enchanted or those who are into p rince-charming (even though its not exactly like it), singing, love, magic? adventure for love and beauty. Maybe you like some poems: rhymes, totally not rhymes, and funny ones. I recommand it to you. O_O :) 8D  Deleted- Yellow  Added- Dark Red  Moved Around- Blue-Green  Not Changed- Black
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Blackout Poetry
** ~Take a Step~ **

Believe Tremendously Question Precisely Appreciate Opportunity Respect Legacy Trust Memories Forgive Sincerity Stir Imaginary Love Madly Peace and Harmony

Digital Vocab
Word: Incrustation ● a crust or coat of anything on the surface of a body; covering, coating, or scale. //–noun// ﻿ Rational http[|://][|bit][|.][|ly][|/] __ [|http][|://][|bit][|.][|ly][|/][|hT][|32][|dX] __
 * Since incrustation meant like a coat or crust on surface, so I thought fried chicken legs would be right. The fried chicken would have crusty outer layer, along with it I put the process of the fried chicken. I thought it would be nice and explaining how the crust was made. So I got a pic of a chick and then it turns to a adult chicken, where then it is used and it's leg is fried and, tada, it is done. I think its pretty good. My incrustation project:

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Short Story

 * Consequences**

PEEP…PEEP..PEEP, PEEP, PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP… “Ahhhhhhhhh! Huh!? What?” The young man flings the thin blanket out of his way, gets up to stand up on his two feet, but has a moment of blackout, the reaction of sudden action. He shakes his mind off the black tingle and idly walks toward the closet. As he nears the closet, the mirror hanging beside it reveals his messy bed appearance, his bed hair, his drool mark, and his worn out lame pajamas. It was him, his own self, but as he neared the mirror and got a glimpse of a shadow walking towards his body, he flinched, turned around and dared to look at who was there watching him out of his bed. “Good morning sweetie.” A woman walked into the room as the young man continued to watch the figure, now more curiously. "It seems like I don’t have to wake you up this morning, as to your frightened face, I suppose you had a bad dream. You OK sweetheart?” //I know this woman, I have seen her before//, the young man thought. //But I don’t know where, I don’t know why I get this feeling of worry and fear as this woman’s eye gaze at me. I don’t know… I can’t remember//… As he tries to recall this woman on his memories, there comes a slight sharp of pain, like lightning striking a tree in fire as Daniel’s nerve in fire. “So, baby what are you doing up so early?” the lady asks and the young man didn’t know, he didn’t even know who he was. He felt it to be like it was a bad dream to wake up in this woman’s house, a very bad dream. He didn’t feel like responding, but deep inside he knew there was going to be a very big problem if he didn’t respond, so he just yawned, “Huh?” “Never mind,” she said as her eyes searched through the room, wandering from window to the bed, to the closet as if she suspected something fishy. Then she directed her attention to the mirror to look at herself. Blobs of colorful stain were painted into her white apron, her hair rolled up into a bun, and her eyes… Her eyes had loops of shadow under the pretty, dazzling, blue eyes. It was beautiful he thought, capturing his eyes to hers. “Hmmm. Seems like I don’t need to worry,” she said more to herself than to him, as her eyes came back to his. “The breakfast is ready, come down after you change.” Then she walked out the door and down the stairs. The young man looked at his surrounding, the barred window with dark, dried, blood red curtains slightly open, striking light into the room. A bunk bed and a desk full of junk beside it, and the blue wall with white clouds fluffing flat against. Then the closet, the wood sheltered closet, with clothes squeezed and hanging on for life. He picks out a shirt that says ‘The WORLD has come to an END’ in the mouth of a skull with red gleaming eyes. He puts on the shirt and then a jean that he found with holes and cuts everywhere. “Honey! Come downstairs and have some breakfast,” the woman’s voice echoed into his ear. “Be right there,” he shouted back hoping it reached her so she won’t come looking for him agian. He grabbed a sweater and walked out the door. Steadily, he carefully stepped down the squeaky stairs. Before his last steps, he could see the large living room and the kitchen in the corner. By the kitchen was another extra space where a wide lengthened table lay with fresh steaming cooked food. He finished his last steps, finally bringing his bare feet to the hard cold tile floor. He was startled to the coldness it brought up his spine. So he quickly paced to the kitchen table, for the hungriness blinded him. Around the corner he cautiously stepped again looking to see if the woman was there, and surprisingly she wasn’t there, but the kitchen seemed like it had been used just a while ago. “Have some breakfast,” the young man flinched to the woman’s voice. “I hope you like it.” He sat on a chair by the table. Then he looked up at the woman who had come in front of him. “How do I look?” she asked cheerfully, as if there was nothing in the world that mattered more than his opinion. She had changed clothes. Now her hair was let down, straight and soft looking, her eyes had some make-up to cover the sleepiness, and her dress, as red as the roses on the kitchen counter, maybe brighter and livelier. Her figure, slender as silk and her lips, plump as the morning dew, but more pinker then clear. “You look sexy… no um, umm, great,” it had automatically slipped out of his mouth, but he saw that it had pleased her, so he just smiled and looked down at his food. The aroma of the food sucked his attention away from her and he stabbed a fork at the meal and chomped till it filled his taste buds. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, well not that he could remember any other taste, but it had the rich flavor of spices. He hadn’t known how hungry he was until he was munching like a wild animal. Then he remembered she was still there. He looked at her and she looked at him. Her thin eyebrow didn’t look angry, as he would have expected for someone to come into someone’s kitchen and make a mess, but her eyebrow remained at the same spot and smiled quietly. She was actually entertained at his child-like behavior, a little laugh in the heart. At that he felt more comfortable to make eye contact with her. “Well, I have to go to work,” she said, hiding her laughter and heading for the door opposite of the kitchen’s wide open door. “If you go out, don’t go too far, k? I’ll be back in two hours.” He wondered why he couldn’t go ‘too far’ but he still said, “Ok, come back safely.” The young man finished his meal quietly, trying to understand why he couldn’t make sense of anything. The chair squeaked as the young man stood to clear the table and transfer the dirty dishes to the sink. SSSSSSS. He turned the ‘H’ labeled tab on, the water flowed onto the dishes and splashed back mist of liquid onto his hands. He put his hands toward and felt the warm flow through the tips of his fingers and the palm of his hands. Weird, he thought, there was a mark on the palm of his hands like a cut just a few days ago. He kept his hands there, as if to treasure the warmth of the water, but as the water flowed longer, the more heat it started leaking with it. His wound couldn't keep the incredulous heat no more; it burned and started to feel like it was boiling, so he turned the ‘C’ tab on. The cold water made the warm water to cold, cooling the wound down to a cold chill. When he finished cleaning the dishes, he couldn’t handle the quietness of the house. It felt to him like the house was more quiet than usual, so he put on a pair of shoes by the door and headed out. It was cold, not just the temperature, the view was cold too. The bushes were dried out; the trees hung out like an evil spirits’ hands crawling to get a grab of something and the streets as empty as his memories. He turned left, crossed over the street, heading toward a place that looked like a playground. As he got closer his head started to spin, he grasped the closest tree he could for support. His mind started to illuminate something close to his heart. He remembered the memories of his childhood, when he and his parents walked down the street and played. Him on the swing, his parents pushing him from behind, all having fun. Then the memory started to come to a creepy atmosphere, more like a horrible nightmare. He could see from a person’s eyes, his parents smiling at him, now an old couple. They were just about to head out when a huge crash came from upstairs then a thud. The old couple looked concerned about it so the body he was in told them to not worry. “I’ll go check up stairs you guys stay here and together, OK?” They nodded. “If I don’t come back in a while, call the police OK?” The old couple looked at each other’s concerned eyes, hesitated for a while and then nodded to the person in front of them. The person the young man was in started to climb the stairs when the mom said, “Daniel, you don’t have to check, we can just call the police.” “Don’t worry. I will be ok,” he said worrying about them rather than himself, “You guys just stay safe OK.” They once again nodded, so he headed up. Creak, creak. As he slowly rounded up the corner of the stairs, he saw broken glasses all over the carpet. He noticed the far side of the window was broken, letting in the cold breeze. Just underneath it was a baseball. He walked carefully across the hall to the window, and picked up the baseball. He knew whose it was. BANG! “AHHHH....,” it was his mom’s scream but another Bang cut it short. He panicked; he turned quickly and ran downstairs. Just before he could get downstairs, he tripped and jammed his hands on something sharp. But he couldn’t care about it now; he had to head down and check on his parents. He got to the ground level just as a figure ran out the door. He fell flat on his knees. His eyes couldn’t leave the spot, he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to see it. He just couldn’t take it. Something warm and sticky ran down his eyes, still not knowing it was there, it landed on his mouth then he realized it was his own tears, but he felt it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. His vision started to blur. His mind spun, his eyes closed, and he fell down unconscious beside his parent’s lifeless bodies. The young man came to his present state. Still clinging to the tree, he started to cry out loud. The little kids playing in the park, stared at the man, thinking he was crazy. He then came to sobs, his heart aching to the pain of losing someone close. He wiped his eyes and tried to stand on his feet but stumbled. On his second try, he slowly came up to his full height and started to head back, this time slower steps than before. He was crossing and was about in the middle when all of a sudden another sharp pain came to his mind. He fell to the ground. This time it was his memory of the woman, but a bit younger and livelier. They were hanging out together, sharing a drink, and then they kissed, they talked, and him sweet talks. Then came another girl, said ‘hi’ to him and the young the woman with him, glared at him. He said the girl was just a friend, but he knew she wasn’t and the woman doubted him. He had two-timed, no, more than 2, he always liked playing with girls. The girl glared at the woman and then smiled at his direction. He smiled nervously. Then all the memories after that came clashing down fast. They were arguing, he said to break-up, said he wasn’t serious anyway. She cried, he felt guilty, he said sorry and walked away. She cried after him, he ignored her, she screamed louder, she screamed he would be miserable without her, he said forget about him, she cried. She shouted this time, “I will have you no matter how,” she sobbed, “I love you!” He ignored her again.The young man now remembered her baseball at his house of his parents murdering. Beep!!!!! A car honks him back to reality, but can’t move out of the street. Then he sees the woman coming for him. He screams at her, she flinches. He tries to move but he faints. “Hm, mm,” he tries to open his eyes. Blink, blink. He stares at the same ceiling again, on top of the same comfy bed. “Honey, relax,” the woman says sitting next to him. She looks at him with worried eyes, but he can only remember the fact that she killed his parents. He glares at her; she figures out that he has regained his memory. Her eyes dart quickly back and forth in panic. She hands out a drink to him, “here, this will ease the pain.” But the young man now a mad man throws the drink at the wall. The woman says, “Sorry, please, let me live with you the way we have been for days. Let the past go, please, baby, I love you,” her pleading eyes almost touched him, but before it did, his parents’ bloody image came flashing to his eyes. He cried. She tried to comfort him; he yelled at her, “It’s your fault. Why did you kill them?” She started to cry, “I am sorry. Please don’t leave me again. He didn’t feel like loving her, or hating her. So he just said, “I am sorry for the things i did to you but I’ll probably never be able to forgive you so please let me live my life because I can’t love you after... after...my parents... He cried again, this time for himself and her. So let me live the rest of my life peacefully. I am going to leave here, I won’t tell anybody about this so live your own life and I’ll live mine. I can not be with you like this, I am sorry, Jen.” The young man, walking out the house, wipes his tears. Now a grown man, he understands to not play with others life for that has only brought pain and sadness. (The woman cries as the man leaves her. The man pauses, realizing the pain he had and has brought to the woman.) “I had loved you once, but no more can I love you again,” he whispers to the wind and continues to walk again.