1.INT. BEDROOM. Day

 PRINCESS ANNE sits lonely and sad on her bed.

2.INT. KITCHEN. DAY

 The boy who works in the castle, JOSH, sits in the kitchen eating a burger all alone. He hears her call his name from her room, accept not JOSH.

PRINCESS ANNE

Oh BOY, get my carriage please. I want to go out today.

JOSH

Yes your highness. I will call for one. (Gets up quickly and runs outside to call for a carriage.)

3.EXT. CARRIAGE OUTSIDE ON THE GRAVEL. DAY

PRINCESS ANNE sits patient and excited to attempt at making a friend in the city.

PRINCESS ANNE

“Ok.”

(She says as she taps the roof as a signal to go ahead and go.The carriage pulls away causing the gravel to crumble and crack.)

4. EXT. CARRIAGE ON GRAVEL ROAD WITH TALL WHEAT AND GRASS BESIDE THE ROAD. DAY.

The carriage comes to a slow stop on the side of the road.

JOSH

(gulps worriedly.)Umm..your highness? We have a slight issue.

PRINCESS ANNE

With the carriage? The horses?

JOSH

Yes Ma’am, the carriage has broken a wheel.

PRINCESS ANNE sits down next to JOSH and starts to talk about her troubles. He explains his feelings and spills the beans about his love for her. They romanticly put their heads together and share a kiss.

The task for this week is to create a storyboard for a scene. Here is the storyboard for my potential story a princess and prince charming.

In this post I will provide the final outcome of my short story about a couple in the suburbs and their alien conflict. This story may not be for everyone, but I tried hard in the process of creating characters, good dialogue and conflict. I tried to be creative with the characters and their unique traits, which made me learn about them and even a little about myself. Hope that in some way you can relate and/or even enjoy it.

Short Story by Martha Varsafsky

Both asleep at 3:00 in the morning. He turns his body over and tucks her into him. On her nightstand sits a bottle of Advil, reading glasses, earrings, and a magazine at her feet. On his side nightstand lay, keys,an alarm clock and paper plate with a half eaten piece of pizza.

The room silent all but the long breaths between the oblivious couple. A distant clank of metal sounds from the kitchen.  Another clank is heard, as if someone has dropped a pot in the sink, only causing fidgets in their sleep.

Now a slight humming has erupted the atmosphere. It grows louder. You can now hear the escalation of the humming, breaking through the barrier of silence. Anyone who was sleeping, is now  awake. The wife is propped up by her arms still horizontal in her bed. She pokes at her husband. Nothing. She squeezes his arm. He continues to sleep. She shoves him, causing a thump as he falls to the floor.

“Honey. Why did you push me off the bed?” He grumbles.

“Um,  honey?”.

“Hmm?”.

“Do you hear anything weird?”

“Uuh, you mean that humming?”

“Yeah, yeah, the humming. Honey will you go check it out please?”

“Kas, that’s just the fridge. It always hums”

“No, it’s never woken me up before?”

“Sighhh. Alright, alright i’ll go check it out.”

She crumples up the covers in her hand when he opens the door. “Ok, be careful”. She stutters.

He opens the door and waves his hand lazily above his head at her words. It’s been about 5 minutes, and she is now freaked out.

“Honey?” she whimpers. No answer. She shuts her eyes and in a rush pulls off the covers. Looking down the hall, she stands up and runs down the hallway. She gasps as she quickly hits the brakes at the kitchen door.

“Oh, Barry, honey, you scared me. What are you doing.” She looks at his appearance confused. He is crouched down looking underneath the fridge.

“Just uh, tryin to find where that humming is coming from.” he mumbles. He stands up scratching his head.

“Kas, i’m sure it’s nothin. Let’s go back to bed.” She opens her mouth to say something when a rustle is heard from the pantry. They look at each other. She clings to him. He rolls his eyes and pries her hands off of his arm.

“Alright, calm down. Chill Kas, it’s nothing” He walks half way and turns around to look at her.

“Ok” he says, reassuring himself. Slowly he opens the pantry door. Once he sees the the box of cheerios spilled on the ground, he opens it all the way.

“See that Kas? Just a box of cheerios that fell off the shelf. Now can we pleeease go to bed?”

She raises her eyebrows and sighs, staring at the mystery. Lowering her eyebrows she nods and follows her husband down the hallway.

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It is Saturday afternoon now and the couple sit on their patio as she reads, and he types. She looks up at him and smiles. Noticing this he does not look up, just nods at her keeping his eyes on the screen. Slightly offended she looks back down. Being used to it she shrugs. The sound of a loud jet causes attraction towards the sky. Both look up and notice a blinding light following behind the plane. After about a minute and a half the couple become uninterested and continue their relaxation.

Just then a crash is heard miles away. Both quickly focus on sky. A visual of the light makes contact with the plane causing explosions and screams. The plane is now hurling towards the ground in flames. Fiery debris breaks the roofs of houses tumbling to the ground shrieking loudly. The light can now be made out to be some sort of sphere.

Both jump up in fear, as it is coming in their direction. The women jolts her head up changing her expression to a mixture of scared and confused. The couple run through the yard, in hopes to escape the enormous sphere hurtling towards them. Several sounds echo, close and far away. Tripping and falling, tearing through bushes and climbing over fences. The two stop to find it just above them. Swirling around them, harsh winds circle the area. The sort of ship, moves towards a grassy area and lowers. She is now holding on tightly to her husband’s arm.

“Honey. Um.. what,… what is?”

“I don’t know.” he interrupts.

Both stand motionless, waiting  for something to happen. A loud noise erupted the air, as though someone had opened a can of soda pop. “Shuchuushh”. Suddenly the creases on the sides started to widen, and part of the sphere opened and rose as though there were a trap door, with someone waiting on the other side.

The couple stuck together, she buries her face in his shoulder. “ Honey? Barry, I don’t wanna..”

“I know Kas. Me neither” The creaking and beaming from the ship stopped. Only figures silhouette was visible, for a quick moment, until they both were taken through the opening by the unknown creature. Everything went black.

This blog post is simple. I am just going to give you a look at some work I did and what I had to learn in order to write the final draft of my short story, which will be in my next post.  Below you can see some of my character traits that I came up with from the packet we worked on in class.

Our task is to quickly write a story for each six second video.

Here is my first idea with video and writing:

1. The man woke suddenly in the middle of a dark, dusty desert. It was hot, and sent warm breezes. He stood up. “It had happened again” he thought. “Why does this keep happening to me?” He sighed and held on tightly to the orb. It opened in his palm. Blue lightning and wind surrounded him and then just like that he was gone. He fell out a couple feet from the ground and gasped. He was on the street.

Here is the second one I came up with:

2. – Oxygen

– water

– fruit

– trees

– sun

– most foods

– twin sister

– beauty

– warmth

– google

My third creation:

3. “Wow!” said Georgy, the little boy. “That’s why I took ya here son. Do ya see em’? The stars?”

“Yeah, sure I see em!” Georgy exclaimed in excitement. “And the lights?!” Smiled the father. “Yeeaaaah”….”cool”. The father picked up his son and threw him over his shoulders laughing

Task and Plot mountain:

This week, Mrs Tremonte has had us make a plot mountain for the short story’s we will write. You can find the scene that the story is based off, “Aliens?” in my last post. Here is the diagram I have created. 

Second Half of Task and Story Arc:

The second part of our task was to create our own story arc for our short story’s. Below you can see the one I have made to represent my story.

Everybody in my creative writing class this week, was assigned to create and design a scene. If you didn’t get it from the title, I wrote something that might have something to do things not of this Earth. Although i’ll leave that up to your imagination.

Some of the feedback I received Included things like “good detail, but more action”. Or “I really liked the writing, but more dialogue might help. So here is the revised version of the scene, my creation.

Scene below:

A grungy man with stubble on his chin yells into the house with a harsh, low voice. “ Hey woman! Another beer!”

The short woman comes out calmly with an anger, whisper voice. “Barry, I have told you. Over and over again. Do not call me “woman”! I am not your slave!!” Her face grows angrier.

“ Yeah, yeah” he mutters. She looks at him with furious eyes, wrinkled  forehead, and curved eyebrows. While stumbling she slams the beer on the dirty glass table.

“I’m OUT!” She says in a loud voice, not quite yelling.Ignoring her, he stares curious into the sky at a blinding light. “Did you hear me?!” He still stares bewildered. The bright light is getting bigger as it grows closer.

The man jumps up in fear, as it is coming in their direction. The women jolts her head up changing her face quickly to a mixture of scared and confused. The couple run through the yard, in hopes to escape the enormous sphere hurtling towards them. Several sounds echo, close and far away. Tripping and falling, tearing through bushes and climbing over fences. The two stop to find it just above them. Swirling around them, harsh winds circle the area. The sphere moves to the right and lowers. The wife clasps her hands around her husband’s arm.

“Honey. Um.. what,… what is?”

“I don’t know.” he interrupts.

Both stand motionless, waiting, waiting, waiting for something to happen. A loud noise erupted the air, as though someone had opened a can of soda pop. “Shuchuushh”. Suddenly the creases on the sides started to widen, and part of the sphere opened and rose as though there were a trap door, with someone waiting on the other side.

The couple now clung to each other, her face buried in his shoulder. “ Honey, I don’t wanna.. I don’t want to…” ,

“I know. Me neither” The creaking and beaming from the ship stopped. Only figures silhouette was visible, for a quick moment, until they both were taken through the opening by the unknown creature. Their vision began to blur. Everything went black.

 About:

This week and last, our class got to take part in writing scripts. We worked with first graders to get a taste of some dialogue for our story’s, like I explained in my  last post. Our task for this weeks post was to kind of elaborate on our experience through the process.

 My thoughts:

This experience was so fun for me, and it was exiting hearing what they had to say. The whole time me and my group were working and then we went over the script with the first graders and it didn’t really seem like work. They gave great feedback, and most things they said made us laugh.

The Process:

The first thing that we did was assign certain scenes to each person. Although this didn’t exactly go as planned because of the little time we had, but it almost worked out better since we got the dialogue we needed, and they had really good input.

Mrs Tremonte worked on setting up the Skype and we all put on our name tags to help out the first graders with our names. Colton typed all of their ideas down and Ethan and I spoke.

Even though the whole project and the process wasn’t picture perfect, it was fun and everything tied up in the end and it worked out.

This week in creative writing we decided to come up with story ideas to make a video. We are pairing up with the video production class in our school and some kids from the elementary school to make funny videos where adults are in child situations. The 1st graders voice over the adults to surprise the audience and make them laugh. This blog post is to explain the ideas, and the process of coming up with them.

This was our first idea that Ethan came up with.

Ethan’s Story Idea: 

Main Character: An energetic 10th grade girl

Character 2: Angry middle aged teacher (woman)

Dorian’s Story Idea:

Martha’s Story Idea (My Idea):

 

Hi! I’m Martha and this the first week in my creative writing class, and we just made our own blogs. This is my first post where we have been assigned to come up with a game from 4 items out of a mystery box. The four items I chose were a wiffle ball, string, duct tape, and plastic cups. This is how my game works.

First there are two teams, each against each other. One person from each team (no matter the age) has to represent their team in doing an obstacle course. Each team has the same amount of people on each side. The person who represents their team has to have their feet duct taped together, so it is harder for them to complete the obstacle. First somebody yells start, and the representatives jump a lap around the mystery box. Then there is a stack of five cups you have to hit with the wiffle ball, that you have to hit down all of in order to move on.

      There is are two pieces of string tied to two trees, on both courses (there are two courses that are exactly the same for both people competing). You then have to jump over the string (which is about 3 feet high) and run back to start. If you are the first person to make it back you are the winner. No cheating and you have to keep the duct tape on at all times.