Story of a Dolphin

The harry potter spoof I was originally going to do was too long, so instead I made a new script about the "Golden rule."

http://www.archive.org/details/StoryOfADolphin

Teeny Tiny Audio

Here is my folktale audio. When I converted it to a wave file it got quieter so I'm not sure if that will be the case in this link.

Teeny Tiny

The Birth of Paul Bunyan (aduio)

http://www.archive.org/details/TheBirthOfPaulBunyan

Chelsea S LRRH

Little Red Riding Hood link here.

Transcript of "Below"

“Below”
By Shannon Connant

Link: http://www.archive.org/details/Below


Newlyweds, Gene and Sam, were moving into their first new home together.

Gene walks out of the moving truck with the last box. “Here is the last of it, husband,” Gene said enthusiastically.

“Let’s do some unpacking, and then have dinner,” said Sam.

“Okay,” replied Gene.

Gene carries her box of clothes to her new master bedroom. She opens the door to her walk in closet.

“Finally the closet of my dreams,” said Gene with a smile on her face.

As she unpacks the box, she notices a square outline on the carpet. She remembers her husband mentioning that there is a basement in the house. Curious, Gene lifts the square door and sees a ladder that descends into darkness.

Gene grabs a flashlight and goes down the ladder. As she climbs down, she feels an overwhelming sense of fear. Frozen, she drops the flashlight and clings to the ladder. It feels as if something is preventing her from moving. She is unable to open her eyes. The basement gets cold. Images flash through Gene’s head but she is unable to make sense of them.

The frightening rush suddenly ends. Gene forgets where she is for a moment. She loosens her grip on the ladder and slowly continues to climb down. Confused and weary from the unexplainable moment she had, Gene picks up the flashlight and continues to roam the basement.

She cannot make clear as to why but Gene felt anxious and frightened. It felt as if something bad was going to happen, yet she couldn’t turn away.

Gene saw an old chair in the corner. She went to sit on it. Trying to make sense of what happened, Gene breaths deeply and closes her eyes. Then she hears a voice coming from a dark corner in the basement. Afraid to move, Gene listens carefully to understand what the voice is saying. The strange feeling reemerges. The room gets cold. Gene cannot move. Her eyes open and her vision is locked on the center of the basement where a mist begins to form. In the mist she begins to see visions of her husband hurt at work. Then she sees visions of herself alone in the house. Horrible, indescribable feelings overwhelm her. Gene feels a vague sense of danger.

The mist disappears. Gene closes her eyes. Apprehensive about what she saw, Gene feels she witnessed a premonition.

“Is this something I can stop? Is this going to really happen? Will I end up alone in this house?” Gene asks herself.

Gene was shaken by this event. She did not know what to do. In fear of losing her husband she thought about discouraging him from going to work, but he would not have that. Gene was afraid to tell husband what she saw because he might think she is crazy.

Gene had to decide if she wanted to trust the images she saw and do what she can to prevent them from happening or to continue living life without looking into the unsure future.

As she tried to shake off the insecure feelings, Gene slowly made her way to the ladder. She climbed up and sat in the closet. Sam yelled for her to join him for dinner.

Gene pulled herself together but could not forget what happened below. She walked to the dining room and sat with her husband at the table. Gene looked hesitantly at her husband.

“What is it?” asked Sam.

Gene stared at her husband. She wanted to tell him to not go to work. She wanted to tell him that something bad may happen. But she decided that to mess with something so unsure could cause more disaster.

Gene looked at her husband. “Nothing is wrong, Sam. I am just very happy about our new life together. Let’s eat,” said Gene.

The Urban Legend Interview @ 97.9 the Boom

The Urban Legend Interview @ 97.9 the Boom

The Hook Man Transcript

>>>> Audio Link <<<<

The Hook Man

The reports had been on the radio all day; though I knew she hadn't paid much attention to them. Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious. But this didn't interest her. She was more worried about what to wear on our date that night.

We went to the drive-in to catch a movie and it was a lot of fun, but what I was really looking forward to was going to lover’s lane afterward. We arrived and found the perfect spot. It wasn’t long after that she was cuddled up close to me as we kissed to the sound of romantic music on the radio.

Our good time was quickly interrupted however when the announcer on the radio came on and repeated the warning from earlier, that an insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn't seem so romantic to her.

“This would be a perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, maybe we should get out of here,” she said. "That Hook Man sounds dangerous."

"Awe, c'mon babe, it's nothing," I said, trying to get in another kiss.

"No, I’m serious. We're all alone out here. I'm scared," she said.

We went back and forth for a moment as I tried to put her mind at ease. Then seemingly out of nowhere, the car shook, as if something…or someone…had touched it. She shrieked and yelled: "Get us out of here now!"

"Jeeze, ok, ok, we’ll go" I said in disgust, “you don’t have to freak out, it was probably just the wind.” Upset, I threw the car into drive and sped off in haste.

We drove home in stony silence. She was upset because I didn’t share her irrational fear of this “scary hook man” who was on the loose. When we finally arrived at her house, she opened the door indignantly and jumped out without saying a word. Whirling around, she slammed the door as hard as she could. And then she screamed.

I leapt out of the car and caught her in my arms as she began to faint. "What is it? What's wrong?" I shouted. And that’s when I saw it. Hanging from the handle of the passenger-side door was a bloody hook.

Here's my rendition of a popular legend in a place where I lived when my Dad was in the military.

Two Lovers Point

Here is my rendition of a popular legend from a place where I lived when my Dad was in the military.

The Birth of Paul Bunyan (transcript)

So I couldn't figure out how to upload my recording to our blog, so here is a transcript of it. Hopefully I'll have it up soon!

Now I hear tell that Paul Bunyan was born in Bangor, Maine. It took five giant storks to deliver Paul to his parents. His first bed was a lumber wagon pulled by a team of horses. His father had to drive the wagon up to the top of Maine and back whenever he wanted to rock the baby to sleep.

As a newborn, Paul Bunyan could hollar so loud he scared all the fish out of the rivers and streams. All the local frogs started wearing earmuffs so they wouldn't go deaf when Paul screamed for his breakfast. His parents had to milk two dozen cows morning and night to keep his milk bottle full and his mother had to feed him ten barrels of porrige every two hours to keep his stomach from rumbling and knocking the house down.

Within a week of his birth, Paul Bunyan could fit into his father's clothes. After three weeks, Paul rolled around so much during his nap that he destroyed four square miles of prime timberland. His parents were at their wits' end! They decided to build him a raft and floated it off the coast of Maine. When Paul turned over, it caused a 75 foot tidal wave in the Bay of Fundy. They had to send the British Navy over to Maine to wake him up. The sailors fired every canon they had in the fleet for seven hours straight before Paul Bunyan woke from his nap! When he stepped off the raft, Paul accidentally sank four war ships and he had to scramble around sccooping sailors out of the water before they drowned.

After this incident, Paul's parents decided the East was just too plumb small for him, and so the family moved to Minnesota.

There is no place like home

I am not sure how to upload a audio file so I have decided to add a link here.

My piece is an adaptation of a well known story.

Be Safe and Bold

Be safe and bold.

Damir Doma.

Famous designer interviewed.

Inspiration and fashion. Summer 2010.

Understand his background and appreciate his personal image of beauty.

Tailored his artist expression through clothes.

Broad parameters. Stay within those lines.

Make a “splash”.

He must be safe and bold.

Damir Domas fashion show in Paris.

Pantheon boarding school courtyard.

Amazing décor. Amazing style. Amazing everything.

A desired hair style.

Re-create these looks on paper and bring it to life.

Be safe.

Nothing could go undone. It required perfection.

I must be safe and bold.

I’m in awe.

Luck or blessing or both?

Forever grateful.

My extremely oversized purse.

Passport, wallet, with Euros, crackers, make-up, socks, earphones, bra. Safe items. Oversized carry on.

Boldness required getting this on the plane.

Percieved significant experiences.

Perceived insignificant experiences.

All avenues of life require a person to be safe, but also to be bold in our personal quest.

We all must be safe and bold.

Word of mouth
Is all it took
To pique my curiosity
Assumptions made
Anger came, begging to be tamed
The relevant question now is
Who is deserving of the blame?

Such a breakup
Evoking all emotions known to man
It could have gone one way
Instead it went the “sour” way of all the ways
Money, time and stress
Months to follow with emotional days

Unnecessary resides in my bag
A Cosmo mag to satisfy a part of me
“Eat, Pray, Love” to heal
One would wonder what’s the deal?

Should I let go?
A part of me is saying, “Yes.”
Should I let go?
Yet another part of me screams, “No.”
This is the continuing battle of knowing when to just let go…

Writing about me assigment

a lot of recent criminal activity in downtown seattle(belltown) within a week range.
a shooting outside a bar in belltown with unknown reason.
The second was a drive by shooting with no motive.
The third was an assault made towards a young man when a group of guys tried to make "cat calls" towards his girlfriend.
My response is why this is happening and how can we stop it?
My graduation: i felt relieved, nervous, and upset at the same time.
Relieved that I had graduated,nervous about what I wanted to do after graduation and upset that I still had to take summer courses to be officially finished.
Only a backpack full of books that made me feel uneasy without my usual daily belongings.
Theme of unpleasant feelings: Hanging out in a area where criminal incidents occur, graduation, and not having my belongings on the first day ( i.e. hand sanitizer, pens, chapstick)

Respond and React

Devastating, erratic and inappropriate behavior
Disarray, intentions of cleaning it out

Disappointing-brought tears to her eyes
Engage and captivating

Gain a better perspective of the progress
Expels my passion for personal conviction

Moving forward, I am confident this perspective will assist me

Transition

Commencement
Overcoming hurdles and a desire to change
Transitioning into a new career
I’ve finally made it

Curiosity

I was reading a magazine. The article of a guy who admitted to murder. I wanted to know more and curious where he ends up. Last week my friend gave birth. Admiration to her for all she endured. No desire for kids right now, however I have a new found respect for her. My back pack has material items, but those items have personal meaning to me. It's not just a pen, it's MY pen. Emotional and curious.

Ups and Downs

UWB,

Graduation,

Walking,

Working,

Experience,

Relief,

Accomplishment.

Evening news,

Disaster in the Gulf,

Worst case scenario,

Devastated environment,

Wildlife,

Tragedy,

Outrage,

Anger.

Scattered Thought

Successful genius
Weapon Company
Armored Suit
Save the world
Major success
Attacks
Arc reactor powering
Whip-like energy weapons
Aid portable briefcase armor
Deported
Profit Technology died
Desire revenge
Fury
Defeat
Final
The Character
Struggled
Loss
In the end overcome
Life positive influences
Found connection
Identity
Encouraging words key end
Hidden message Inspiration
Defeating time important
Expressed hopes
Advance the company

Keep It Simple

In a twist of misfortune all the toys end up on the curb ready to be picked up by the garbage men. I was there because it was something my parents wanted. Before leaving he must clean out his room. The toys escape the crushing jaws of the garbage truck and find their way to Sunnyside Daycare. The worst was when each speaker would refer to us as “graduates”. He is leaving for college. I attended UW Bothell graduation and I walked. The response was one of dissatisfaction. I felt like a cheater. “Toy Story 3”, a story about a boy’s connection with his toys. I had my cell phone, the key to my car and the remote fob for my car alarm.

Face of Fear

One day, play ball,
Team up.
Stripped ball, hear ROAR!
“What the Fuck?”
Kid beat up, Hates living;
Dead end.
Kung-fu the gang;
The end.
Since then never,
Face of fear again.

Not In My Pocket

I need these things. On the inside, Social Security. Punched in the face by Seattle Police Officer. Appropriate action. Jaywalking. Keeping out what i don't and in what i do. Citations for jaywalking. Physical violence over jaywalking. No one was hurt. The girl was black. Private interests - protect the community. Cash, checks and a note. Police protocol. Black worn leather. Shape is dictated by it's contents. I do not need compassion for violence. Remembrance. Something will come - something will go.

Feminine Advantage

Feminine Advantage

Teenage girl missing after a party. Husband of 7 months cheated. Important objects. Bad attitude, drinking, fighting. Devastation. My life. Gone. Leave. Keys. Visions have answers for a mother. She will decided. Uncertain relevance. Kidnapping paperboy in an underground room. Work things out. Feminine advantage.




I chose this picture to represent my writing because sometimes an advantage isn’t visible to the outside world. This photo is of a woman who may not have much feminine advantage because of the time she lives in but we can’t know that for sure because she could carry many sets of keys in her purse, have answers that no one else has, or could be in control of a very important decision; all of which we cannot see from a photo.

Write your own folktalk

FOLKTALE: THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF

There was once a shephard boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching over his village.

To entertain himself, he took a great big breath and cried out, "Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing me!"

The villagers came running up the hill to help the boy from the wolf. But, when they arrived at the top, they found no wolf. The boy laughed at the sight of their angry faces.

"Dont cry `wolf´, shephard boy,¨said the villagers, ¨When there´s no wolf!" They went angrily back down the hill.

Later, the boy cried out again, " Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing me!¨To his evil delight, he watched the villagers run up the hill to help him drive the wolf away.

When the villagers saw no wolf again they sternly said, " Save your frightened song for when there really is something wrong! Dont cry `wolf´when there is NO wolf!

But the boy just grinned as he watched them go angrily down the hill.

Later, he saw a real wolf prowling around his hillside. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and cried out loudly as he could, "Wolf! Wolf!"

But, the villagers thought he was trying to fool them once again, so they didn´t come.

At sunset, everyone wondered why the shephard boy hadn´t returned to the village. They went up the hillside to find the boy. They saw him weeping and shivering.

"There really was a wolf here! I cried out, "Wolf!" Why didnt you come?"

An old village man tried to comfort the boy as they walked back to the village.

Putting his arm around the boy, ¨Nobody believes a liar...even when he is telling the truth!"

Adaptability?

The new federal ten percent tanning tax...how unfair to the indoor tanners. It's taxes like these that give the government the ability to tax anything to the public. But it is not as shocking as moving to a new place and quiting my job on a moments notice. My day-to-day lifestyle has changed dramatically.

Looking through my purse, I find my daily essentials such as money, makeup, and my planner. Other items like receipts and wrappers clutter the bottom of my purse, but I don't worry about throwing them away.

What do these stories say about me? From new taxes to moving to items in my purse, I can say that I stress my ability to adapt. Will I give up or slow down my tanning vice to avoid the increased tax? How well will I adapt to my new living environment? Do I really need all those miscellaneous items in my purse?

Jessica Hoffart

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Chelsea Savoie

My emotional cocktail,
Fear, sadness, relief, & elation.

My illusion of control,
Preparedness, strength, & organization.

My celebration,
Danny, love, & communication.

My fear of that which I cannot control.

Welcome, and here's your first assignment!

Dear summer 2010 students,

Welcome to our class in multi-media storytelling.

Your first "assignment" is to: 1) get an account with blogger.com (if you don't already), 2) attach a photo and write a brief bio to be attached to your account, and 3) sign up as a "follower" of this blog. Once you do this, I will send you an email with an invitation to sign up as a full "contributor" to this blog.