An alternate story of The Monkey Paw, called The Magic Cookie.
There was a family, the Whites. The family were Mr. and Mrs. White, and their daughter Herberta.
One day, Mr. White was playing Wii with Herberta. He lost and Mrs. White came to tell him it was ok and that he could win next time. He asked Herberta if she wanted to meet Morris, Sheriff Major Morris, and old friend. He said whatever, but Mrs. White didn't say that. She didn't like Morris at all. She said he hated that homo look on his face, the way he walked and everything. But, Morris came along, and they let him in.
He talked about some magic cookies that had a spell put upon them by "an old fucker, a very holy man." Morris said that he had already had his three wishes granted (which are unknown). He also said that he was the second person using the cookie. The Whites didn't believe in that. But still, Mr. White wanted to keep the cookie. Morris taught him how to use it and reminded him to wish for something sensible.
After seeing that Herberta had no future in life and that she only wanted to play Wii, Mr. White wished for success and money in her daugher's life by using the cookie.
To make a long story short, Herberta ended up taking and selling drugs to get money and success. Mr and Mrs White used the cookie again to wish rehabilitation for her. Dagoberto, a lawyer in charge of a Rehab Center, took Herberta away. Mrs. White couldn't stand being so far from her daughter so she tried to wish her back with the last wish, but the cookie was gone. The dog had eaten it and apparently wished for a female dog. THAT'S IT FOR THE STORY.
jueves, 21 de febrero de 2008
lunes, 18 de febrero de 2008
Writing HW week #4
The Monkey Paw
Well, I'm going to tell a very short story about The Monkey Paw.
There was a family, the Whites: Mr. White, Mrs. White and their son Herbert.
One day, Mr. White was playing chess with Herbert, and eventually lost. Mrs. White came and told Mr. White not to worry, that he could win next time. Mr. White said something about an old friend, Sergeant Major Morris, coming to their place. Mrs. White didn't really like this Morris man and was hoping that he wouldn't come, but he came.
Morris talked about a monkey paw who had a spell put upon it by and old fakir. It allowed it to grant three wishes to three different people. The fist person wished for death as his/her last wish. Morris's wishes are unknown, but he tried to destroy the paw in the fireplace. Mr. White didn't let this happen and took the paw. Morris warned him that if he must wish, he had to make it sensible. Also, that the wished came true very naturally, as if they happened by themselves and not as a wish.
To make a long story very, very short, Mr. White messed things up, his son died because he wished for money. The Whites then wished for their son to come back to life. Mr. White was afraid and didn't let Mrs. White open the door for her back-alive son to come in. He ended up using his last wish to take his soon back to the grave. And That's it, so that's the story.
Well, I'm going to tell a very short story about The Monkey Paw.
There was a family, the Whites: Mr. White, Mrs. White and their son Herbert.
One day, Mr. White was playing chess with Herbert, and eventually lost. Mrs. White came and told Mr. White not to worry, that he could win next time. Mr. White said something about an old friend, Sergeant Major Morris, coming to their place. Mrs. White didn't really like this Morris man and was hoping that he wouldn't come, but he came.
Morris talked about a monkey paw who had a spell put upon it by and old fakir. It allowed it to grant three wishes to three different people. The fist person wished for death as his/her last wish. Morris's wishes are unknown, but he tried to destroy the paw in the fireplace. Mr. White didn't let this happen and took the paw. Morris warned him that if he must wish, he had to make it sensible. Also, that the wished came true very naturally, as if they happened by themselves and not as a wish.
To make a long story very, very short, Mr. White messed things up, his son died because he wished for money. The Whites then wished for their son to come back to life. Mr. White was afraid and didn't let Mrs. White open the door for her back-alive son to come in. He ended up using his last wish to take his soon back to the grave. And That's it, so that's the story.
lunes, 4 de febrero de 2008
Writing HW week #3
I'm sorry teacher, I haven't been home during the weekend and I forgot to write this before friday :(
I'm going to write a letter to my favorite artist xD 8-) with a few changes from the original (about grammar xD)
Dear, Slim
You still haven't called or written, I hope you have a chance. I'm not mad, I just think it's messed up that you don't answer fans. If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to. But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew. That's my little brother, man. He's only six years old. We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours, and you just said "no." That's pretty crummy man, you're like his freaking idol. He wants to be just like you, man. He likes you more than I do. I'm not that mad, though I just don't like being lied to. Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I wrote you you would write back. See I'm just like you in a way. I never knew my faver, either. He used to always chat on my mom and beat her. I can relate to what you're saying in your songs. So, when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put them on. Because I don't really have anything else, so that thing helps when I'm depressed. I even have a tattoo with your name accross the chest.[emo senteces censored xD]. See everything you say is real, and I respect you because you tell it. My girlfriend's jealous because I talk about you 24/7. But she doesn't know you like I know you, Slim. No one does. She doesn't know what it was like for people like us growing up. You need to call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan.
PS. we should be together, too.
OK maybe I didn't make up the letter, but I DID type it here and got rid of the "rapper grammar", so that's what matters xD and I'm glad I didn't write that, it's kind of gay for me XD and my parents are ok :) and my girlfriend isn't pregnant xD and my name is not Stan x)
I'm going to write a letter to my favorite artist xD 8-) with a few changes from the original (about grammar xD)
Dear, Slim
You still haven't called or written, I hope you have a chance. I'm not mad, I just think it's messed up that you don't answer fans. If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to. But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew. That's my little brother, man. He's only six years old. We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours, and you just said "no." That's pretty crummy man, you're like his freaking idol. He wants to be just like you, man. He likes you more than I do. I'm not that mad, though I just don't like being lied to. Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I wrote you you would write back. See I'm just like you in a way. I never knew my faver, either. He used to always chat on my mom and beat her. I can relate to what you're saying in your songs. So, when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put them on. Because I don't really have anything else, so that thing helps when I'm depressed. I even have a tattoo with your name accross the chest.[emo senteces censored xD]. See everything you say is real, and I respect you because you tell it. My girlfriend's jealous because I talk about you 24/7. But she doesn't know you like I know you, Slim. No one does. She doesn't know what it was like for people like us growing up. You need to call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan.
PS. we should be together, too.
OK maybe I didn't make up the letter, but I DID type it here and got rid of the "rapper grammar", so that's what matters xD and I'm glad I didn't write that, it's kind of gay for me XD and my parents are ok :) and my girlfriend isn't pregnant xD and my name is not Stan x)
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