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A portfolio of my work from my creative writing class this semester!

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  1. 1. MY PORTFOLIO Destiny Simms Lindsey Ayres Creative Writing December 5, 2016
  2. 2. My name is Destiny. I used to write a lot in middle school but it was never very structured. When I started this class I pretty much would just write whatever came to mind and that would be my finished product. I used a small bit of revising but not very much. As far as poetry goes, it was all pretty superficial, I did not use very much description. I was not aware of all the different sound devices or possible forms. Before this class I did not really read much outside of science fiction, so I’m glad to be expanding my horizons!
  3. 3. THE FIRST POEM THAT I CHOSE TO EDIT WAS MY SOUND POEM. THE FIRST TIME THAT I TYPED THIS I WAS MOSTLY FOCUSED ON MY MAIN IDEA AND USING MULTIPLE SOUND DEVICES. Best Friend To the one that I call my best friend Accepting always all I do Nothing but support from you Your family is also mine The love I house for you, Is like no other Like nothing I’ve ever felt before Family doesn’t have a choice But you do And you choose To keep on loving me In my eternity For that I thank you though and through You can’t comprehend the love I have for you
  4. 4. AFTER REVISING I FOCUSED ON USING MORE IMAGERY, MORE DESCRIPTION AND SOLIDLY USING ONE SOUND DEVICE. Best Friend To the one that I call my best friend Accepting always all I do Nothing but support from you When my own family did not accept me Your mother added me to her family tree That night that I cried Because I wanted to die You held me all night And assured me soon it would be all right You’ve always been my support Even when you knew that I’d hate my choice The love that I house for you Is completely new My Family has never accepted me But you do And you choose To keep on loving me In my eternity For that I thank you through and through You can’t comprehend the love I have for you
  5. 5. THE SECOND POEM THAT I DECIDED TO EDIT WAS MY METAPHOR POEM. THE FIRST TIME THAT I WROTE THIS POEM I WAS VERY FOCUSED ON THE IDEA OF MAKING A METAPHOR. I DIDN’T THINK MUCH ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE THAT I WAS PUTTING INTO THE POEM. I ALSO FOCUSED A LOT ON USING AN END RHYME. I am a Dragon Be strong Be fast Be smarter and evil I am a dragon I am majestic Powerful and lethal Have courage Show strength Never be equal Be greater
  6. 6. WHEN I EDITED MY METAPHOR POEM I TRIED TO ADD MORE DEPTH AND DESCRIPTION TO IT. I WAS NOT WORRIED ABOUT THE SOUND AS MUCH AS DELIVERING SOME MEANING.I am a Dragon Be strong. Not strong enough to life a house But strong enough to face your biggest fears Be fast Not fast enough to out run a cheetah But be the first to answer any question I am a dragon I am majestic Powerful and lethal Have courage Show strength Never be equal Be greater
  7. 7. LASTLY IS MY SHORT STORY. THE FIRST GO AROUND I TRIED TO CRAM A NOVEL IN TO A SHORT STORY. I BASICALLY JUST TRIED TO CUT OUT CERTAIN DETAILS AND RUSH THROUGH EVENTS TO MAKE IT MORE OF A SHORT STORY. I ALSO HAD SOME PROBLEM WITH USING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND HAVING A REAL PROBLEM. Simms 1 Destiny Simms Lindsay Ayres Intro to Creative Writing October 10, 2016 Don’t Ignore the Voices “It is time to go to war.” Jacob said with a snarl. “They are after us! They are going to kill us!” Jacob cried, at this point his face was red and the tears were flowing. Jacob punched his bedroom window, shattering the glass and cutting his hand. The sound of the shattering glass rang throughout the house. His parents, Jan and Steve were standing in the kitchen, talking about Jacob’s condition when they heard they glass shatter. They ran downstairs to Jacob’s room to investigate the sound. When they got to Jacob’s room, the sight terrified them. There were glass shards everywhere, the window had been busted. Jacob was laying on the floor in the corner of his room, his face was red, his shirt was drenched from his tears, and his hand had glass shards sticking out, many of the cuts were oozing blood. Jacob was screaming that people were after him and he was going to be killed. There was no one in the room but the three, yet Jacob seemed convinced that his murders were standing around him. Jan and Steve could barely make out Jacob’s words through his tears. That was the breaking point for them, it was time. Rewind about 6 months back to March 3, 2015. “Hey” Jacob said to his friend Skip in a very distressed tone.
  8. 8. WHILE EDITING MY STORY I REALLY TRIED TO FOCUS ON USING ONE POINT OF VIEW. I ALSO TRIED TO FOCUS ON SHOWING SOME GROWTH WITH MY CHARACTERS AND ADDING MORE DETAILS TO MAKE MY STORY MORE INTERESTING. Simms 1 Destiny Simms Lindsay Ayres Intro to Creative Writing October 10, 2016 Don’t Ignore the Voices “It is time to go to war.” Jacob said with a snarl. “They are after us! They are going to kill us!” Jacob cried, at this point his face was red and the tears were flowing. Jacob punched his bedroom window, shattering the glass and cutting his hand. The sound of the shattering glass rang throughout the house. His parents, Jan and Steve were standing in the kitchen, talking about Jacob’s condition when they heard they glass shatter. They ran downstairs to Jacob’s room to investigate the sound. When they got to Jacob’s room, the sight terrified them. There were glass shards everywhere, the window had been busted. Jacob was laying on the floor in the corner of his room, his face was red, his shirt was drenched from his tears, and his hand had glass shards sticking out, many of the cuts were oozing blood. Jacob was screaming that people were after him and he was going to be killed. There was no one in the room but the three, yet Jacob seemed convinced that his possible murders were standing around him. Jan and Steve could barely make out Jacob’s words through his tears. That was the breaking point for them, it was time. Rewind about 3 months back to March 3, 2015. “Hey” Jacob said to his friend Skip in a very distressed tone. Well, his name is Harold but somewhere in 3rd grade he picked up the name Skip, and it just stuck. Maybe it was because Skip liked to skip everywhere he went until he was in 6th grade, or maybe it was because Harold was the name for an 85 year old man, not a 3rd grade boy. Regardless, everyone who had ever met Skip after 3rd grade, only knew him as Skip. “Hey” Skip replied worriedly. “Head still bothering you? “Yeah. My parents keep giving me pills, not sure what they are but they are supposed to help.” “That’s good” Skip said, still sounding worried. “See you at basketball? We have the tournament next weekend.”

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