Friday, February 12, 2016

EXCUSE LETTER

EXCUSE LETTER

Erica Angel Nadeen R. Ruga and Shekinah Millen Maramot








Thursday, February 11, 2016

Odd One Out (Part 2) Story by: Cloei Murillo and Sabrina Rubin

When I reached the sink, I opened the faucet to get some water. I was shocked. The water was pitch black and it reeked. I had to turn away to stop myself from throwing up. I managed to turn the faucet off when I heard the door burst open.

"Why are you still here!?" the lady asked.
I examined her face which took me seconds to realize she resembled my mother's face.
"I told you to go to your doctor!"
She paced back and forth the room. What was wrong with me? She turned to me and told me things that put chaos in my mind.
"Why?" I timidly asked her. She was furious like I did something wrong.
Confusion was written all over her face, "Can't you see?! Your life's a mess! You're a mess!" She shouted at my face.
"You're insane! You stayed in your room five days straight looking at empty space!"
She backed away. She looked at me intently. I could see all the pain, pity, and hatred in her eyes. She started screaming and crying. All I could do was stand there. And slowly my vision got blurry, my body was weakening.
"What are you saying?! I'm sane!" I yelled back. I couldn't fathom why she told me such things. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me roughly. Tears started welling up in her eyes. "I don't know you anymore" she said.

"Hey?" I felt a soft tap on my head. This voice was quite unfamiliar and gentle.

"Are you okay?" I opened my eyes to see one of those white creatures again but this one was different. She had long brown hair and warm blue eyes that felt like you could see the sky at a very close distance. She reminded me of freedom. I couldn't see the rest of her face because her face is covered.

"Yes. I am fine." I answered her avoiding to look at her eyes. Somehow it felt like it was piercing through my soul.
"Why were you sleeping on the floor?" She asked me. I saw her fishing out something from her pocket.
"Don't worry. You'll soon find peace." She hugged me. I don't know why but I felt she was bidding a goodbye.
"Is that what it's called? I know this is just another wall." I replied.
"Don't sleep on the floor, you'll catch a cold." There was a hint of concern in her voice.
She waited for what I had to say but I remembered something again.
"I remember what my mother used to say..." I looked at her with a sad smile.
"You may lay down on your bed now." I followed her instructions. I watched her she headed for that wall with a see window. All that echoed inside the room was the sound of her shoes clicking.
"Oh wait, I don't have a mother." I saw her pity in her eyes.
She handed me one of those tiny rocks that has two different colors. I remember what they told me before, I had to take them to heal. They said it takes away the pain.
That was the last thing I heard before falling into deep slumber.
"I hope so too." I smiled at her and took the pill. She handed me a glass of water so I could drink it.

Excuse Letter of Cloei Murillo


Odd One Out

Story by: Cloei Murillo and Sabrina Rubin
Grade10-Ruby
(Part One)

I was trapped inside a box with walls as white as snow. I heard footsteps coming towards me and I started to panic. The sight of those creatures wearing white while their faces were hidden made me shiver with fear. They were devils disguised as angels. I started screaming as I realized that the distance between us was no more than an inch. I tried pushing them away but they got the best of me. They brought it again. I have always wondered why they had to hurt me. I felt the pain enveloping from my left arm. Once again, they have punctured my being. "Why?" I asked one of them. The devil in white with golden flowing hair answered me. Her voice sounded so delightful and angelic. "Because it is needed so." She then flashed me a warm smile. How could she smile at me after tormenting me? They freed me, left me on the cold floor lying down. I couldn't even move my body. I felt drowsy as the seconds pass by, 'til all I could see is darkness. Everything was a blur but what made it seem clear was the familiar ceiling of my room. I could hear constant whispers and strange sounds that made me want to cover my ears. I looked around to see that there wasn't a single trace of any living thing present in my room besides myself. Where was all the whispers coming from? I looked around to see that there was a wall with a different color. It was sliced open leading to another place but somehow it terrified me to even go near it because from what I could see, it was just plain darkness. I saw a figure smiling at me. It creeped me out so I shook my head for quite some time. I looked at the figure again only to see nothing but my old chair. Tears started to form at the corner of my eyes. They were here again. I couldn't even remember when was the last time I had a peace of mind. It scared me a lot. I decided to go down because I could feel the thirst for water building up inside me. Terrified of what I might see, I still went through that wall, taking a step into the darkness. I looked for the a lamp but I stumbled upon this window. I saw a figure in that window. He was copying me. His hair was a mess, he looked at me with unsteady eyes that looked like he hadn't slept for days. It was pitiful to look at him. Why in the world did I look like him? I looked for stairs as he was slowly fading out. Luckily I found the first step down then another one and another one and another one till I reached the last step. I heard sobs from the living room and deep voices. I could see someone with a familiar built in the corner of the room. Just like the same figure that I saw at the window. Why was tears flowing from his eyes? What happened to him? I couldn't bear the sight so I looked away and continued walking.

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Monday, February 8, 2016

Literary Writing # 1

Good day G10-Ruby!

This is your first blog entry for fourth grading period.

With a partner, create a story or a drama based from the context of “A Martian Sends a Postcard Home” by Craig Raine. This is a creative writing activity. Make sure that your story or your drama contains the complete elements. Discuss your ideas with your partner and construct a literary masterpiece full of sensory images.  You may include other images aside from those which are included in the poem.

It is time that you unleash that hidden Shakespearean talents in you. Take your readers in a wonderful world of imagination!


Enjoy writing!