Connor

=**Connor Martin's Portfolio**= toc

**Preposition Poem**
__Down__ the river is where we went, __On__ the line is were it was, __Into__ the boat is were it came, __In__ my hands is were it layed, __Off__ the boat it almost flopped, __Over__ to it is were we scrambled, Fishing in Idaho is so much fun.

**Peices Of A Poem Poem**
Because I don't know, After this is death, So your answer must be true or... Death, It eats at you forever, This unidentified man terrorized me, He beat me, bruised me, killed me, These are all the happenings of me, Nicholas Grey on the night off my death, On the night I was a hostage.

**Hint fiction**
__**The**__ trial was long, no __**truth**__ was told, it __**can't**__ __**be**__ told, he has __**evaded**__ it too long, now he lives in that lie __**forever.**__

**Blitscussion reveiw**
My story memior is about my dark poetry**.** and You﻿ can get a em preveiw of one of them. of my latest one, if you click right below this.
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**Tone Analysis**
I read an Emily Dickinson poem, "A Bird Came Down The Walk", for my analysis. I thought that the mood was really calm and relaxed. I think this because of the lines "And rowed him softer home" and "Or butterflies, off Banks of Noon, Leap, plashless as they swim." because of their 'soft easy-going feeling.

**Extended Metaphor**
The sea is a prowling wolf, Living with a new pack, Fish, Living in the reefs, Waiting to take a ship, A captain, A crew, Sparing none, Not even the rocks are safe, Waves, The jaws, Erroding at the coast, The flesh, Gnashing, Gnawing, Lashing out, He takes no prisoners, Only prey.

=**Digital Vocabulary**=


 * __Lurid__**-adjective/lighted or shining with an unnatural, fiery glow; wildly or garishly red: //a// lurid sunset.
 * __Rational__**-This portrays the unatural fiery glow aspect with the flower. It also shows a lurid sunset.

= Blackout Poetry  = Wild Rivers Scenic Colorado, Feature Film,

Power, Pristine, Rivers Without Dams,
America. Giants, Simple, The Story Of The Relationship Between, Creek And Open Space, Open Space In The West. Love That River, Riverfront, Colorado River. Longer, Environmental, Available Whitewater. Western Colorado.

Short Story
Hostage

 Hi, my name is Josh Night. Yeah, I know what you’re here for, my story, the one where I die. It all started spring…

 …“Bye mom” I was just hanging around my house in Deary Idaho. My parents had just left to go shopping and would not be home for another two hours or so. I had decided that was too much time to waste by doing chores so I went for a ride. The small woodland area surrounding our house had the perfect ATV trail in it, that’s where I always went. Nothing ever seemed out of place, not one stick, rock, or speck of dirt. Until I saw them. I had just pulled up over a hill, following the loud screams emanating from the place where two burley men were standing. I turned off my ATV so gently that it surprised me when the rumbling finally stopped. I then crawled over to the crest of the hill in army fashion. The screams where echoing around in the trees like bees in a hive. I quieted my breathing laid down in a prone position in the soft fresh green grass and listed intently.

 “…No, you where the one holding the gun. It doesn’t matter now any ways he’s dead and we got what we wanted. Right?”

 “Yeah, I guess so, but, what if we get caught?”

 “We won’t, who’s going to look out here?”

 “His family.”

 “He didn’t have any.”

 “What about his friends?”

 “He worked for the I.R.S., he had no friends”

 “You’re sure we’re in the clear?”

 “Yes I’m sure, we’ll be fine you…”

 I rolled over holding my mouth, realizing that I had just given my position away with a slight scream. The next thing I knew I heard a massive diesel truck barreling right for me. I jumped up and ran to my ATV not knowing that I had lost my keys. When I mounted the vehicle my heart dropped. Where were I they? The keys. I rushed over to where I had just been laying. Rummaging through dead decaying leaves I caught a glimpse of silver flash by in the sunlight. Fumbling them in my hands I finally managed to snag them. Once again on top of my ATV I turned it on and raced at full speed towards my home. My machine was just no match for the massive beast stalking me. It was gaining yards at a time nearer and nearer to me. Shots rang through the air in the usual silence of this quiet sanctuary. Then I heard a hiss, not from any animal, but from an air leak. My tire had been hit by one of the deadly streaks of lead flying I all directions behind me.

 Traveling on foot now I had lost all sense of direction blindly running in any direction the truck was not. I was now running in a serpentine pattern through trees and over logs avoiding the sound behind me that grew louder and louder with every passing second gaining faster than ever before. The truck was nearly beside me now and I had not heard any gunshots in a while. Maybe the two men were out of ammo, or maybe they were saving it for a definite kill shot. My legs grew weaker and weaker and now I could look left and see only a gun barrel pointed straight at me. You’d probably expect, from what I told you earlier, that this was it for me. Well you’re wrong.  It was now or never, I had to do something drastic. I dove into some nearby bushes as the truck speed by me, the two men had no idea what had just happened. I was badly bruised, and extremely sore but I knew that if I wanted to live I had to take cover fast, before the men turned around. I was still rolling but I stopped myself and rushed as fast as I could to a nearby hollowed out log. Resting in it now my pain started creeping in past my adrenaline, and I fought myself from screaming and giving my position away once again. I heard the truck ripping out the new spring turf as it took a wild turn, just seconds ago, but where was it now. The two men were out now and walking on foot, looking in every place within a fifty-foot radius from where I took off. I was within fifteen of that fifty.

 “Where are you boy!?”

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> “What if he got away?”

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> “He couldn’t have, not that fast”

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> I laid there in that damp log for what seemed like an eternity, listening to the yells and calls of the two murderers searching for me. Would they find me? Could they find me? Then I heard them, footsteps right next to my head I dared not to turn my head and look at the size 13 boot through a knot hole by my left ear. That would certainly spell out my death. They stood there for too long, just listening to the perfect silence that fell over the forest.

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> “You hear anything”

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> “No, you?”

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> “Nothing, let’s go”

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> Then I let out the most horribly regretted thing I’ve ever done, a sigh of sweet relief thinking that I was home free. I was mistaken. There soon was a fair sized hatchet deeply buried into the side of the log, and my left leg. Everything went completely black in a short instant, I fell unconscious.

<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> I was awake now but I didn’t know where. It was pitch black and I was only concentrating on the seething pain in my leg unaware that my soon to be killers where out plotting my demise. Suddenly a large burst of light flooded in to what I saw briefly as a small room. A shadow flashed by and then the light was gone. A sense of unease fell over my whole being. Was somebody here? Where was I anyway? Would I survive the blow from the dull rusted hatchet? All these questions and so many more flooded my mind right before… wham! Metal collided with the back of my head. The gash in my leg was the least of my worries now. I struggled to no prevail. I was tied to a chair; there was no escaping my attacker this time. I lashed out once again in a blind fury. It was too late at that time the attacker had gained too much ground. I thought to myself “//Don’t give up, don’t give up. Never surrender//.” But it was too late I had lost too much blood from my encounter in the forest. The struggling didn’t help either, sending my heart rate through the roof, pumping more blood, gushing more blood. The man left blinding me with the light from the room next door one last time. I realized now that I was dying. I was a hostage to two men, a hostage in my own body. A sensational feeling swept over my body. Then I was gone. A prisoner no more. Just gone.