Class,
This is a short assignment based on the the Pink activity on page 126 of A Whole New Mind. Make up a short story about the person in the photo below. Post your answer, no more than a paragraph, in the comments section below. As you make up his story, consider how he got to where he is, what he's doing and why, or what he may be doing next? What's unspoken?
What's this guy writing about?
What had happened was I was chillin in this bar and these 2 dudes tried to start some stuff. They were like freakin huge so I pulled my pocket knife and got to cutting. Pretty sure 1 of them is dead but he deserved it! So know I writing an apology letter to the police cause they started it!
ReplyDeleteDear Boss,
ReplyDeleteThis is my letter of resignation as a lumberjack. I am tired of coming home and finding wood chips all over my clothes and ticks all over me. I had been thinking about quitting for a while, but today was the last straw. After Bobby bumped into me and made me cut my hand, I decided that enough was enough; especially after everyone was yelling at me like it was my fault. I will not be at work tomorrow since I wouldn't be able to do anything anyway since I had to go get stitches.
So long,
Fred
This is a note to remind myself that knifes are sharp. Because of this its not a good idea to stand on a bench to cut a limb out of a tree. It would have been much easier to just move if the wind was making it smack me in the head but no i had to cut it down. And now i have blood all over me.
ReplyDelete"I found something interesting the other day. There was a young man who seemed to be able to see me. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans like mine. But before I could reach him, he vanished. He couldn't seem to hear me, just as no one else can in this strange place. I must find him again. He might know a way out of this place."
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He has been having a few rough weeks lately, his job girlfriend an his best friend. His girlfriend was cheating on him with his bestfriend, and they had got into a big fight when he found out. So with his fiancee he has nothing left to lose, so he wrights his note to everybody will sitting in the park. Tell them what he wants them to do; just in case it doesn't work out. Because when he is finished with that he will finish what his bestfriend started the few nights before...
ReplyDeleteHe had been a solider and felt like he could handle anything that life threw him after that, but the country he returned to did not care about what he did to protect us. He was haunted by the things he had seen and could not keep a job; therefore, he lost his house. He could no longer take the screams of innocent children dying just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time nor could he take seeing friends getting their faces blown off by the “enemy.” He walked to the park with what little he owned and sat on bench. He started writing a letter to anyone who cared, but halfway through he realized he could not live this way anymore and slit his wrist, and then finished his letter.
ReplyDelete"Oct 14th, 2014
ReplyDeleteWe got ambushed on the way to New York, we had stopped in Boston to look for supplies. The whole town was infested with runners. Most towns only have maybe ten to twenty, so its really weird to find a whole town infested. We took refuge in a school and fought them off for about an hour. We lost nearly thirty men, Thomas was one of them. I found his knife laying in a pool of his blood. I promise you bro, when we get to Times Square I'll jam the blade right in between the eyes of those undead meat sacs."
I was sitting in the park that morning, just like every moring before it since she died. My little knife shaped the wood in my hands, the shavings flying up and getting in my clothes. My breath frosted over in the cool autumn morning. Then she walked by. Startled, my hand slipped and I cut my hand; it was deep, drops of blood spattered on the cool pavement, steaming for a second before cooling off. I looked up and watched as the woman that I thought had been her walked away. Ignoring the throbbing in my hand, I pulled out my little sketchbook and drew the profile of the woman who had looked so much like her, the one who always startled me.
ReplyDelete"I will try to be calm. Nothing is going to take my life away from me but me. People see us as bums on the side of the street, but I see us as artists with undiscovered talents beneath our hands. Never will I use a pencil sharpener to degrade and attack my pencils. They are delegate just like us as humans. They need to be treated with respect and care."
ReplyDelete"I am writing this letter to tell you I am trying to make it to you my love. I have been walking for about three days and i know it will take at least ten more but I will make it. I have no vehicle, no money, and no friends to help me on this journey but I am determined to be with my one true love. My journey has been hard i have had to fight off muggers and go through the worst of towns and have gotten badly beaten up during this. My hands are cut and bruised and my leg is barely usable so I use a walking stick now...I tell you this to show you how much i will do to eventually be with you." Love John.
ReplyDeleteThis is a homeless man with a bad leg. And he just killed a dear for dinner and forgot to wash his hands. But now he is filling out an application for McDonald's and if he doesn't get the job he's going to hurt someone. (Assuming that thing in his left hand is a knife.)
ReplyDelete"Dear Mom,
ReplyDeleteI won't be home until late tonight. I got the job at Pizza Hut! Now I will finally be able to finish my Dungeons and Dragons collection and I know I'm 33 and dont't need to be playing cards anymore, but thats what all my friends...well friend does. If you don't mind just leave my PB and J sandwich on the counter, and also a bandaid, one of the guys at the park thought it would be funny to put an open pocket knife in my pocket.
Harold"
It was an hour before his final day of classes and Harry was running extremely late. His room mates had kept him up all night partying, and were still partying when he woke up this morning. With an essay left to do for his English Class, Harry rushed to the quad to try and finish his paper. As he scribbled away, he had broken two of his pencils, leaving only the one he wrote with now. He clutched the pocket knife tightly in his hand, should his pencil break and he need to finish the paper in his own blood. Harry didn't predict the teacher would not accept papers written in blood.
ReplyDelete"So I was widdling on a piece of wood. I use to do this all the time to calm me down, and get my mind off things. Today I cut my finger off. Now i've taken up wrtiting poems."
ReplyDeleteCorrection: Deer, not dear.
ReplyDeleteThe person in the picture appears to be a man, whose hands seem to be those of a white collar worker. Although the nails look well kempt, they are not clean. the are blood stained or have paint on them. It can be easily assumed that he lost his job due to the economy. He is jotting down something that he feels is of importance. He may even be homeless. The unspoken effect makes one wonder what underlying issues are involved. One can only assume.
ReplyDeleteDear mom,
ReplyDeleteI am writing you this letter to let you know that I can't take it anymore. i am in love with a man. The rest of the family has rejected me for being who i am, so i must in my life now.oh yeah i'm using your new knife. I love you. S I K E !!!! Ma, me and the guys went fishing, and i got one of your new kitchen knifes. I'll be back before dark. love ya. John
I wish I wouldn't have tried to stab my wife . Now I have been arrested and have no ware to go. So I'm writing to my children to let them now I'm homeless.
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