Under Lavender Skies

 Hey all!  I turned this paper in yesterday.. I am not sure if this one was my best work, I got really tired with it and just ended up submitting it without reading over it again.  I mean I did work on it a lot don't get me wrong.  This essay is about ancient narrative art and how it can tell us about the culture and life of the time through the story depicted.  I discussed the Warka Vase (ca. 3300 BCE), the Judgement of Hunefer (ca.  1290-1275 BCE), and Achilles and Ajax Playing a Dice Game (ca. 540-530). Anyway!  As the title promised here is the last paragraph of the essay, not sure why but I kind of like it!  "Humans have been creating stories through art before the invention of writing.  Narrative art is extremely common in ancient times if you consider how many ways stories and tales can be told.  I learned a great deal just researching three styles and pieces and it made me realize how it doesn’t matter how much time has passed b...

Hey everyone!  I present to you a very sad story about one of the characters in the book I am writing.  It is a short, but very important, part of her backstory crammed into only 1,500 words.   Please enjoy and comment your thoughts below!    The newsboy’s hat tumbles off my head and into the puddle of water in front of me, getting drenched by waves.  It never has fit well, I have been on the lookout for a new one, but I don’t like stealing.   I can’t do it anymore.  Plunging my fingers into my cropped red hair I dive into the memories that I have been working so hard to resist.  They come crashing back along with the waves and I am transported to a place so wildly different, a place clogged with sweat and grime rather than sand and seawater: the mines.  I know I won’t return from those choked and dirty skies until I relive every moment from my last days there.  Still, I am relieved that I can do it in the salty breeze, fa...

 As The title states, this is part two of the story I posted last week.  I hope you enjoy and maybe learned something you didn't know about before.   While I was researching for this story I found this video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5c113fq3vhQ&feature=emb_title ,  which would be a fun thing to watch if you are interested.   I hope you enjoy this simple story about a very important event in history.   Steps pounded on the pavement, everyone’s steps, and Gwendylon looked around in awe.  This was the first time she had seen her school’s entire student body out like this.  It looked a lot bigger this way, with everyone out marching.   “We can do anything with this many people,” she muttered under her breath.  Of course, she was wrong.  Gwendolyn gasped as she was filled with panic.  Where were her sisters?  How could she have not thought of them before?  Her awe and amazement of the ...

Hello everyone!  February is Black History month and so I decided to write a story about the Birmingham Children's March.  This story is historical fiction but much of it is true including Gwendolyn Sanders, her sisters, her teacher, and her friends who you will meet later on.   This is just part one of the story, part two coming next week!                   “I will do it, we will do it!” Gwendolyn was pulling her two sisters, Dot and Deborah, up to standing and squeezed their hands tights.   “Gwendolyn, sit down,”  her mother tugged slightly on her skirt, aside from that, the room was completely silent.  Mr. Martin Luther seemed to gaze straight at her as the silence dragged on.  The congregation sat in awe as others joined Gwendolyn.  Other children, children of all ages stood with her.  She spun around the room, that was the moment she decided that yes, they co...

Nanowrimo stands for National Novel Writing Month and is an organization that promotes writing in the month of November.  The idea is for writers to write the first draft of their book in one month so they get it out and ready to be revised.  The hardest part is just to get it out and into the world and so Nanowrimo gives writers a place as well an incentive to do that.  It happens every November and this year I decided to do it.  The goal is 50,000 words in one month.  As you can imagine, that is a lot of writing per day and my life has almost been revolving around it.   I am writing a historical fiction novel so I am going to tell some stories and facts for this month's history week.  The story has to do with two children (Russell and Clara) who ride on the boxcars in 1930.  There wasn't much easily found information so I have done lots of digging.   One of the best websites I found is one telling stories that were passed down ge...

PART TWO   “I must go in. The fog is rising.”    -Emily Dickinson- “Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve.” -Ray Bradbury  Here was the plan, the party would be held at Mrs. Kerbs’ house, she had enough space for snacks, people, and games.  She decided she would just invite the kids in the neighborhood and see what would happen from there.  And so a year passed, a strange and uneventful year for Leola.  She helped plan but still, there was not much for her to do.   “Elizabeth, Elizabeth!” There was a sharp and continuous knocking on the door.  Leola was at Mrs. Kerbs' house kneading bread as she did each Sunday afternoon when the figure of a man appeared through the blurred glass door.  He was a short man, short and wide, and she noticed how the top of his head was shiny and bald with the rest of his head covered in white fluffy ha...