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This blog is my diary of works in progress. The only way a writer can improve upon her skill is to practice, practice and practice some more. Here, in this place of quiet peace, I pen to paper my thoughts and creativity. Welcome to my world.

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Practice Writing: a trouble resulting from doing a good deed.

Maleeka loves to help! She helps her mother wash the clothes. She helps her father clean the garage. She helps her older brother drive the lawn mower. She helps her little sister tie her shoes. She helps take care of her kitty, Mumu. Maleeka loves to help.

One day, Maleeka and her family decide to drive all the way to Atlanta, Georgia to visit her grandparents. They pile their luggage into the car. Maleeka helps her mother pack the food basket. She helps her father carry the food basket to the car. To help her brother, she lets her little sister help pack the travel pack full of books, games and activities. She even decides to bring along her kitty, Mumu, so she would not get so lonely while they were away, though she forgot to ask her parents.

Maleeka then helps her father go over their traveling check list: Luggage? Check! Food basket? Check! Pillows and snuggies? Check! Movies and activities? Check! Camera? Check! Full tank of gas? Check! Now where did I put my traveling sun glasses? Silly daddy! its on your head. Check! They are all set to go.

Along the way, they see beautiful things! But daddy can't see because he is driving. Maleeka wants him to remember everything from their trip, so, she decides to take pictures with his camera, though, she forgot to ask him. She sees a cloud that looks like a bunny. Click. She sees a tree that's shaped like an elephant. Click. Her little sister makes a funny face. Click. Maleeka sees so many things from the back seat of the station wagon. Click. Click. "Meow."

"What was that?" daddy asks. "meow, meow." Is that a cat?" her mama asks. "MEOW!" "What is that smell? her brother asks. Daddy pulls over. Mama checks the car. "It's Mumu," her little sister shouts. Mumu pokes her head out of a basket. "What?" yells daddy. "How?" asks mama. Maleeka's brother holds up his jersey, "Gross! Mumu went on my favorite jersey!!" Maleeka sits quietly, her eyes big as golf balls. Everyone looks at Maleeka. "Did you bring her?" her father asks. "What were you thinking?" her mother asks. "You are so going to clean this!" her brother says. "She would have been all by herself," Maleeka says meekly, "I didn't want her to be sad and all alone."

Her daddy, sighs and her mama smiles, her brother simply rolls his eyes. "You should have known better Maleeka to bring Mumu with out asking, but since she is here, lets find a box to keep her in." Maleeka helps find a box. Maleeka helps clean the car. Maleeka helps clean her brother's jersey. They are all set to go, again. "Let's take a family picture to remember this." mama suggests. "Good idea," daddy says. "Whatever," her brother growls. "Yay," her little sister claps. "Ummm, " Maleeka says. The batteries in the camera are dead, she forgot to turn off the camera. "Maleeeeekaaaa!"

Friday, October 16, 2009

Practice Writing: The Worst Visitor to Darken Your Door

The Noisy Guest

All was quiet in the teeny tiny house. Snow fell gently on the window paneKitty cat purred in little brother's lap, while puppy dog laid snuggled on a pillow with little sister. Mama hummed softly, rocking to and fro as papa stoked the fireplace. Crackle crackle, whispered the fireplace. Hum hum sang Mama. Purr Purr went kitty cat. The house was quiet. 

Scratch Scratch Scratch came a sound at the door. Shuffle shuffle shuffle, went feet across the porch. Boom, Bang Crash! Little brother jumped, little sister hid, kitty cat hissed and puppy dog barked. Mama peeked through the window, Papa opened the door. Who was making all that noise. In the dark, snowy night, two shiny eyes looked up at Papa, a mama racoon stared back. "She looks tired," said little sister. "She looks hungry," said little brother. "She's going to have babies," said Mama. "Hiss, hiss," said kitty cat. "Bark, bark," said puppy dog. "I agree," said Papa, but he let her in anyway. 

The snow melts and the sun shines. Little brother plays in a tree, little sister picks flowers, kitty cat chases birds, puppy dog buries a bone, Mama waters the garden and Papa cleans the shed. But Mama racoon and her little ones go "boom bang crash!" Sigh. Why did mama racoon have to find our door!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Class practice writings: Betsy and Doger

Practice one: Betsy and Doger

"Hurry up, we're late! Help me get those hippos into the truck, they need to be at the zoo in an hour and a half," the old man shouted to his grandson. Clack. Clack. Clack. There was a strange noise under the hood. The young driver walked over to check it out but the old vet shouted again, "hurry up, Betsy is starting to stir, we got to get her into the truck before her sedative wears off."

The young driver left the clacking sounds and rushed over to help haul over the huge sleeping hippo into the truck. Once Betsy was loaded, they put Doger's cage in next. The two men jumped into the truck and drove off not once thinking of the clacking sounds under the hood, but then no one could with all the heavy construction at the Catholic school and heavy traffic The old vet began to fuss about the time and the crowded streets. "If we don't get there in time, I will lose my job for good this time. I don't think they will let it go, not like the time I lost the chinese panda and accidently left the african ostrich on the sidewalk. He shook his head.

The young man began to sweat. "We got to hurry," the vet insisted. Suddenly, they hit a pot hole in the road, they heard a loud thump. The truck stalled and would not start . The young many jumped out the truck and looked under the hood. The belt had snapped. It took the man 30 minutes to fix the it. Just as he was about to close the hood, they heard screams and honking from the street. The cages were empty! Betsy and Doger were running through the parking lot of the Catholic School.

Friday, October 2, 2009

When baby has a bad day...

When baby has a bad day,

he fusses and he cries.

When baby has a bad day,

he needs lots of hugs.

When baby has a bad day,

he tosses and he falls.

When baby has a bad day,

he needs a shoulder to lay on.

When baby has a bad day,

he pushes and he bites.

When baby has a bad day,

he needs quiet time alone.

When baby has a bad day,

he has a hard time sharing with friends.

When baby has a bad day,

he needs a fluffy friend to hold.

When baby has a bad day,

he is cranky and  he is tired.

When baby has a bad day,

he needs a soft bed and a gently kiss

When baby has a bad day and nothing goes his way,

he needs lots of patience and love.

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