Duffey-Writers as Readers

2. Horror, Mystery, Suspense, Fiction, Adventure, Magic, etc. They always leave me wanting more and interest me with every page that I turn. I am drawn to these books because they just spark my interest and I guess I read what I love to watch.

5. All the time. Croak series, Divergent series, Hunger Games series, Dark Vengeance series, Percy Jackson series, Swindle series, Fablehaven series, Everyday, Warrior series, etc. Because I kept wanting to know what was going to happen next and I always wanted more. Swindle took sometime to get through and still hold on- or at least it does now. I read the Swindle series in Elementary.

8. I don't think I really have a favorite series. The books I read that I remember stand out to me because they kind of remind of my life or a fantasy where I can put myself in the main characters shoes.

9.  1) When I finished reading Allegiant I was angry afterwards because Tris died and that was not okay I was so angry that the author let that happen after all her and Four went through.

     2) When I finished reading Croak I was sad because first Driggs died and then- if I remember correctly- Lex pretty much sacrificed herself to be with him and then they ended up not together in the end and it was just so depressing and sad.

    3) When I finished reading Mockingjay I was happy because the Capital was finally overthrown and life was good for the people in the end.

11. Usually yes. Anyone really that finds it interesting. I wouldn't say my writing are ever like a specific genre. Nope cause I don't imagine any reader while I write. I don't know I mean I may choose my words more carefully.

12. I personally think so but then again there are those who don't read and write very well. In my opinion I think so because we read a lot and pay attention to what's being "said" to us in the words of the author and we pick up good descriptive words and punctuation. And then again there are people that are really good writers but they're not big into reading.

The Call and Earth's Games

 The Call

        It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. What did he want? Why was he so interested? I was terrified and crouched in a ball in the corner. How did I not see this scary movie unfold right before my eyes? From the unknown number to the panting breathe over the phone. Now he was following me, taunting me with every step I take. Jealousy had taken over his mind and there was no sign of it letting go. The jealousy turned into insanity and now what I believed to be fictional and just a movie to scare became a reality that would haunt me forever. The clock now struck midnight and the phone went dead. Maybe now he had given up and moved on. The sound of knuckle meeting wood went off at my front door. He wasn't done at all, but rather getting closer. Please don't wake up, I pleaded. Lord knows what he's got up his sleeve. I sneaked over to the tiny compartment under the floor boards. My bow? Maybe but I'd have to reload quick. I grabbed my father's gun and crept to where the living room met the hallway. He went from a casual tapping knock to a pounding quake. Fear clawed at my insides. My stomach felt flattened, my heart felt attacked by a dagger and my head had a pounding headache. Why wouldn't he just leave?! Why had this insanity taken over? He started kicking and tried to pound the door down. After a couple minutes he finally gave up and shot the door handle. He came barreling through the door. I freaked out and small yip escaped my lips. As he came into view a bullet met his leg. I woke up in a fright. "It was only just a dream."

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Earth's Games



       Everything was okay, all was good, we were all happy. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping their sweet spring melody. We had no idea what lied in front of us, but who would? Everything all happened at once. Stacking themselves up to a tower. We didn't live life in fear then, but now we keep a watchful eye on the dark corners around us. The move was successful, we were all cheerful and getting over our sadness for the ones we left behind. We didn't know then that the connections we had would go dead. Reality was a mere fantasy still to our little minds. Maybe the first warning sign was the swallowed battery, but who knows he lived and we were all happy. But the new house brought its own set of games. Ones we have never heard of. Ones that would make our minds scream. When stories would become a reality. The games had been changed, advanced. We weren't ready- who would be. Years later and everything took a break. But not a very long break. Stress and loneliness sneaked its way into our lives. Our own family seemed to have forgotten all about us after the accident. After the accident though things started to pile up. When it came to be school time we went to new schools, three separate schools now. High school had brought its very own game set to the table too. Drama had a new devilish grin, and people weren't who they used to be. Smiles became fake and stress was a daily. The world seemed to say, "Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out." 

Duffey-Famous First and Last Lines

Last Line: "Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out."

Author: William Thackeray, Born July 18, 1811 Died December 24, 1863, wrote Historical Fiction, Born in Calcutta and died in London, married Isabella Gethin Shawe and had 3 children

Year of Publication:1847

Novel Summary: About the lives of Rebecca Sharp and Amelia Sedley. Rebecca goes home with Amelia after school, Rebecca then meets Captain George Osborne (Amelia's betrothed) and Amelia's brother Joseph. Osborne's friend Captain William Dobbin loves Amelia, but he only wishes her happiness. And there's a bunch of romance and sadness and emotions and etc.

Read or not read?: Never read just not happening. I'm not big on romance novels I mean this book seems like it has adventure but it revolves around romance. It kind of reminds me of Titanic and surprisingly I LOVE Titanic, but Vanity Fair doesn't seem to catch my attention as much. I guess I wouldn't mind trying it because who knows maybe I'd end up liking it in the first place.

First Line: "It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not."

Author: Paul Auster, Born February 3,1947 (still alive-69 yrs old), lives in New Jersey, has a child with former wife (divorced), has a child with present wife, writes absurdist, crime and mystery fiction.

Year of Publication:1985

Novel Summary: A writer called Daniel Quinn gets a strange phone call by Peter Stillman asking for Paul Auster. After talking on the phone for a while Quinn finally agrees to meet with Stillman and it turns out Stillman wants him to protect him from his insane father. In the City of Glass people can never arrive to their desired destination because the difference between self and other is gone in the City of Glass. Quinn ends up losing himself in the streets of New York by the end of the book Quinn disappears in madness.

Read or not Read?: I would maybe read this book, but I would definitely give it a chance. I feel like I would get lost while reading this book. It sounds interesting and very suspenseful which I love suspense. The part though that I feel like I would get lost in is when Quinn goes to the City of Glass. The City of Glass seems to be a complicated place where everything is turned upside down and it has its own rules. Kind of like Alice in Wonderland everything is different and the world has its own rules.

Duffey-Memorable Passage

" "My name is Daniel Blessing," he said. She took his hand in her own. His was large, engulfing hers, and as warm as if he'd been holding a cup of hot tea. Holding it felt comfortable, like being hugged by an old friend. After a few moments she realized he was waiting for her to let go, to say her own name, or both. She couldn't understand why she was so flustered around this man. ... There was something very strange going on here. Part of her wanted to know what it was, but a bigger part-the dominant part, she realized-wondered why she wasn't more concerned about why she trusted him, almost instinctively. Why she had brought him into the house and dismissed the concerns of housemates who didn't want to leave her alone with him."

So to explain what just happened. Kerry Profitt and her housemates got home from work and then they saw a body in their bushes. When Kerry went over to check on him she took interest in him and followed his words to not call the ambulance-keep in mind this guy that they found is pretty beat up and the guy is Daniel. The next morning he is still asleep and recovering, Kerry's housemates were reluctant to leave her in the house alone with him, but all is well. So long story short he is now awake and they are talking and Kerry feels a pull to him-an affection.

This passage caught my attention because it reminded me of Hotel Transylvania and how "you only zing once". It's like Kerry and Daniel zinged, and I think it's super cute. Plus we all have that first love and in some ways I personally like to think first love a) doesn't have to be with like your first boyfriend/girlfriend but with anyone/thing and b) it's just a special thing to me I guess.

Fly Away From. . .

Fly away from reality
all of its claws of hate
all of its sadness and awful stench.

Fly away from mistakes
their regret sticking into me like porcupine needles
their outcome haunting me everyday.

Fly away from society
its daggers that pierce your skin and break you down
its judgmental stares and hateful words

Fly away from stress
the overwhelming feeling and desire to torture
the anger and sadness that builds up inside.

Writers Dreaming-Duffey

1. The caged bird sings because it dreams of freedom. All it wants is to be free. Free from the cage and its taunting bars. It means the bird wants to fly. It wants to break free of the bars that holds its true self. To fly is to feel free. There are no chains to stop you. I couldn't tell you if I agree but I sure do understand it. We all have that one thing that makes us feel like we could rule the world. Well that's our freedom, a bird's is flying, a fish swimming, land animals running. What's yours?

3. Talking about the bad things does give them power over you. It's like your feeding into the bad things instead of enjoying the good things. "You gotta have the bad days so you can love the good days." Bad things are going to happen but they're only temporary. Good things are forever that can turn into bright memories. I have known this to happen many many times. I'll dwell in something that was bad, awful and just the worst. Everyone does whether they like it or not. We are human and we're going to give power to bad things and love the good things. It's what we do.

5. I couldn't live that way to what my mind tells me but there were times where I did kind of do just that. Not in the same way though. I didn't stop talking like Angelou but I did shut out the world just like she did. I thought the world and God was against me when the events happened and all just seemed to pile up on itself. But now it's seemed to have. . .no it hasn't. I live in fear now of what will happen next and I keep a watchful eye always checking every dark corner that peeks in. Sometimes I talk quite a bit and other times I don't talk almost at all. If I were to listen more and speak less I'd probably see the world from a different perspective-like most would. I would see more how others take on the world. If I spoke more I'd grow by not being so afraid to speak in public. I have come along way from when I was just a little elementary student, but it seems to take a lot for me to actually say things unless I'm very powered up to do so.

11. I have to be honest and say that I disagree with Angelou. As you get older you learn new things still. The world is changing and it's changing fast. Everyone is learning and adjusting to the new lifestyle. Life isn't what it was 20 thousand years ago. What do you think we've been doing all those years? Learning. And we are doing just that right now. It does get a bit harder to learn new things. What's the point of calling them new things if they're not NEW. When you're older yes you do tend to focus more on what's important in life rather than dwell on the stupid crap. But we are all going to get distracted by things that keep us from learning, even the smartest of people get distracted. Once again we are human and it's what we do.

If I Were in Charge of the World. . .

If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel cruelty against animals,
people being homeless,
kids not having parents and also
body shaming.

If I were in charge of the world
there'd be no animals on the street,
free pizza for everyone everyday and
no "perfect" body size.

If I were in charge of the world
you wouldn't have allergies.
You wouldn't have wasps and yellow jackets.
You wouldn't have scorpions.
Or "She hit me!"
You wouldn't even have to deal with your siblings tattling.

If I were in charge of the world
a smoothie
of all kinds would be a vegetable.
All books would be interesting.
And a person who sometimes forgot shoes
and sometimes forgot to fix their hair
would still be allowed to be
in charge of the world.

Dream Threads-God's Light

"I know it'd be a rough road, and it may not work out for me, but if I give up, how will I ever know if I could've made it?", she said to herself. The day had been rough and she was confused. Life hasn't been all sunshine and roses for her. She felt alone and empty from day to day, but she always faked it with a smile. But when would it be enough? What would happen when she couldn't take it anymore? When she simply just gave up. But it was already at that time. She couldn't take anymore of it. She felt so alone and lost. Insecurity and unwanted were a  daily thing for her. She was mistreated and hated. So she took the blade and kissed her skin, but she looked at the blade and couldn't bring herself to do so. Something had stopped her from moving the blade sitting there taunting her. A tear had escaped her eye and it fell to where skin met blade and the tear glowed. She  felt happiness grow inside her and she saw her future flash before her eyes. She was a beautiful woman, happily married to her best friend with kids running around with their many many dogs. The girl also saw her and her family singing in church. As she looked at her future she could hear 10,000 Reasons being sung and then she herself started to sing. Her voice was of an angel. At the end of the song the future slipped back into the tear and the girl dropped the blade. She brought her knees to her chest and cried. She felt reborn, she felt the hands of God pick her up. She sat up and walked to the bed. She lied down and couldn't help but smile. Smile because life was so wonderful. Before she falls asleep she prays to God.
(Author's Note: Fictional as far as I know. I just thought of the scene as I wrote)

Haunting Memories

(Pillow Talk)
Loneliness, darkness, sadness and haunting memories that I'd prefer to not remember. My life changed ever since then. My father is a constant reminder of that night and I don't want to look at an empty bed with upturned blankets ever again. "Dream Marks on my Pillow" by Ana Lancu did not remind me of dreams at all. It only brought the feeling of loneliness and fright right back to my senses. I got angry. Why did this all happen to my father? A man that worked from the crack of dawn to the pitch of night. A loving husband and father. On his very few days off he would spend every minute with us. Than an illness almost took his life. You never really see how close death is until it happens to your family. Those who do not believe that should. Cause it is no joke, it is a constant reality that I relive everyday of my life. It can happen to even the most kindest of souls. Then again God works in mysterious ways and things happen for a reason. Even if we don't understand why.

Haiku:
As I close my eyes
I wake up in a cold sweat
Memories haunt again

The Florida Adventure

Color Story-

A scene of blue was all I could see. The ocean and the sky seemed to blend in with one another. The ocean's salty water was cold compared to the warm sun. Me and my family walked around looking for sea shells. We ended up finding three cups full. I remember seeing all the people. All the different swimsuits they wore, and all the different toys. Florida was going to be one of the best vacations ever, and this was only the beginning.

All their faces were yellow.  Lego figures scattered the landscape. We were visiting Lego Land that day. We were all so excited to see what adventure we'd have today. When we first walked into a store, for our passes, their were Legos everywhere. All over the walls, the floor and the tables. As walked around we played with life size Lego blocks and posed with life like Lego figurines. We've never seen so many actual Legos in one place like Lego Land. I hope we get to go again sometime.

Everything was green. All the clothes the workers wore, the scenery, the decoration, everything. Disney World's Animal Kingdom was a place where imagination soared and where my family found fun and adventure. A giant tree lay in the heart of the amusement park. One of our favorite parts was the tram ride, animals roamed around the land and it felt like we were in Jurassic Park.

The entire room was white. The sheets, comforters, fitted sheets, pillows and their cases, the walls, and the bathroom. Inside of the room with the pool it was like Heaven when the sun shined upon it. Bright and mystical the shimmering water seemed to sparkle right before my eyes. The tiles seemed to shine and glow like the clouds in Heaven above. The hotels were nice but some color is definitely needed.

Funny Sleeper

Color Collage Poem-


Logan Duffey.

He can sleep anywhere,

one day my mum found him in the closet.

He was passed out while sleeping.

She also found him in a dresser drawer,

that happened a couple times though.

Logan can sleep anywhere, he's a funny sleeper.

No one knows why he sleeps in all these places,
but we do know that he's one silly boy.
He's my brother and my parents son.