I padded into the living room, and spotted Santa Clause. He was lying on the floor, blood oozing out of a large gash on his thick neck, staining his snowy-white beard the same color as his suit. His eyes were wide with a look of horror, and his face deathly pale. I grabbed his wrist, and checked for a pulse; Nothing.
Santa Clause was dead, in my living room.
His sack of presents lay next to his lifeless body, and clutched in his left hand, was his list. The list that he'd so carefully made, and painstakingly checked.
Twice.
I pryed it from his cold, beefy fingers, and took a look. As soon as I saw how many names were left, I knew: I would find his murderer, and bring him to justice, that killer of joy, that distroyer of Christmas!
But first, I had a job to do.
I was going to finish poor Santa's noble, hard work...
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Christy-Final Assignment-Santa Claus
I padded into the living room and spotted Santa Claus…
He was bending down by the Christmas tree, which was hung with gold garland and family ornaments. The moment I walked in, he stood up very suddenly without turning to face me. I could only see his back, and on that furry red suit was an embroidered patch that said “if you read this, you’re definitely getting coal.” I saw Santa’s bag lying on the carpet, I blinked, thinking I was tired, but I wasn’t mistaken; there really was a shotgun poking out between the presents.
Santa was very still, and then he said
“Ho…ho…ho…”
My mouth was as dry as beef jerky, and that was before Santa turned to face me. With his big, black-booted foot, he turned on the spot and looked right at me. It didn’t make me feel any better when I saw that his boots had spikes on them and silver spurs on the back.
By the light radiating from the tree, I saw his eyes, piercing my own, they were not brilliant blue, but dark as a cave. Santa said nothing. He strode forward and grasped my arm with surprising force and dragged me from the room. He took me to the chimney, “thank goodness I put out the fire” I thought. He kept a tight grip on my arm as we scrambled up through the soot. My breath started to condense in the air, and as I looked over the rim of bricks, I did not see reindeer. I heard a roaring sound, the starting of engines, and a dozen people, dressed in leather jackets with red velvet trim. I crawled out of the hole, covered in soot and shivering like crazy. The gang of Santa bikers whooped and hollered as they saw me. The biggest and most expensive bike was Santa’s, of course. He thrust at me a jewel encrusted helmet that said “Prancer” on it, and stuck me in the sidecar.
The sound of engines was tremendous, as the flock, led by Santa roared off my roof-top.
He was bending down by the Christmas tree, which was hung with gold garland and family ornaments. The moment I walked in, he stood up very suddenly without turning to face me. I could only see his back, and on that furry red suit was an embroidered patch that said “if you read this, you’re definitely getting coal.” I saw Santa’s bag lying on the carpet, I blinked, thinking I was tired, but I wasn’t mistaken; there really was a shotgun poking out between the presents.
Santa was very still, and then he said
“Ho…ho…ho…”
My mouth was as dry as beef jerky, and that was before Santa turned to face me. With his big, black-booted foot, he turned on the spot and looked right at me. It didn’t make me feel any better when I saw that his boots had spikes on them and silver spurs on the back.
By the light radiating from the tree, I saw his eyes, piercing my own, they were not brilliant blue, but dark as a cave. Santa said nothing. He strode forward and grasped my arm with surprising force and dragged me from the room. He took me to the chimney, “thank goodness I put out the fire” I thought. He kept a tight grip on my arm as we scrambled up through the soot. My breath started to condense in the air, and as I looked over the rim of bricks, I did not see reindeer. I heard a roaring sound, the starting of engines, and a dozen people, dressed in leather jackets with red velvet trim. I crawled out of the hole, covered in soot and shivering like crazy. The gang of Santa bikers whooped and hollered as they saw me. The biggest and most expensive bike was Santa’s, of course. He thrust at me a jewel encrusted helmet that said “Prancer” on it, and stuck me in the sidecar.
The sound of engines was tremendous, as the flock, led by Santa roared off my roof-top.
Teen Writing Group - Last Assignment of the Fall
Write ONE of the following (maximum of one page)
1. I padded into the livingroom and spotted Santa Claus...
2. Use these words in a very short story: Santa, spy, crunchy, Gunther, Cheerios, lights
Enjoy!
The final session is this Friday, December 18th from 10:30 to noon. We will meet in the John Murray Room (the room with the big table and comfy chairs).
Unlike other classes, we will NOT have food on the last day (it is too difficult to write and munch). However, please feel free to bring along hot chocolate or your favorite beverage (in travel cups, please).
1. I padded into the livingroom and spotted Santa Claus...
2. Use these words in a very short story: Santa, spy, crunchy, Gunther, Cheerios, lights
Enjoy!
The final session is this Friday, December 18th from 10:30 to noon. We will meet in the John Murray Room (the room with the big table and comfy chairs).
Unlike other classes, we will NOT have food on the last day (it is too difficult to write and munch). However, please feel free to bring along hot chocolate or your favorite beverage (in travel cups, please).
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Writing Assignment: Ready or not, Here I come!
I knew they would eventually find me, that I was just delaying the inevitable, but I hid anyway. And I’ll admit it wasn’t the best hiding spot to begin with, but I was desperate. Under no other circumstances would I consider hiding in a coffin. Although I suppose that’s what I get for suggesting we play hide and seek in a funeral home. I’ve no idea what on earth I could’ve POSSIBLY been thinking, and can only imagine how stupid I must’ve sounded when I uttered the words “Oh, hey, I have an idea! Lets play hide and seek in the funeral home!!!” Great idea, Charlene, great idea. NOT!!! I suppose I should just finish counting, and get my turn as ‘it’ over with.
“98, 99, 100!!! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!!!”
**NOTE**
The words in italics are being thought.
“98, 99, 100!!! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!!!”
**NOTE**
The words in italics are being thought.
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