On one little space of my dresser, a funny toy clown sits on a tiny unicycle which I received from my friend last Christmas. The clown's short yellow hair is made of yarn, which covers its ears. The black surrounds the blue eyes make it a lake and slender eyelashes around it act as trees. Cherry-red cheeks, nose, lips and a sweet smile constructed the clown's face. He wears red and blue costume with a white scarf covering its neck. The light blue on the left side and the red on right side, which forms a line separates the whole costume in to two, makes it more vivid. The white spokes on the wheel of the unicycle sit in the center and spread to the black tire so that the wheel transfers to the inner half of a grapefruit. Looking at the clown gives me a visual pleasant. The smiling clown reminds me of the rainbow, as the best gift I received from my friend which I like the most.

The stories I like

For last two weeks, my classmates in the writing class and I were working on some interesting short stories. All the stories were about a page and had a surprised ending. Then, we should record them and make a video. In my perspective, three of them are the most excellent ones among these stories.

The one I liked the best was Amanda’s video, called “The witch”. Witches were mostly scary in fairy tales, but not that much in this story. Amanda woke up at one o’clock weirdly, and she saw a witch, which made her terrified extremely. Actually, it was just her coat on the chair. I liked her descriptive language. For example, when she implied how afraid she was, she said, “I muffled my mouth to keep myself from shouting out loud.” She had clear imaginations, such as ”The blurry face reminded me of the witch in medieval time”. The pictures in the video were also in a black mode. They seemed so dark that give the audiences the same feeling of coldness and timidity. Those things combined and gave people a great version of her story. However, the only weakness was her voice is not apropos enough in the story.

The second one I like was Nancy’s “The Blur”. Her story was totally different from mine and the others’ stories. She told about a foggy day in China and that’s the weather she liked the most. However, when she rushed to the window and breathed, she only found the smell of air pollution. It funny and made me remind the experience when I was at home. I’m sure that everybody might have the same experience, especially in China. The ending is dramatically. Also, I liked the part that she talked with her mom. When she first smell the fog, she said, “The air came into my throat immediately, and made me want to puke! It almost smothered me!” And she soon told her mom that, “Remember to take a respirator with you when you go outside mom, because there is serious haze pollution outside.” It’s a big contrast between the forwardness that she wanted to breathe in the fog and the disgust when she found the fog was pollution.

Lastly, I like Sophia’s story, called “Biological Father”. It’s a strange name, but implied her story moderately. The plot was normal, but she told the story in a unusual way. Sophia and her father were outside in a cold weather but Sophia wore a little. She thought his father would take off his sweater and give it to her, but after a long time, he just zipped the zip more tightly. I can’t imagine that I would feel so funny when somebody expect something so much but they just got disappointed totally until I listen Sophia’s story. She humorous and described the whole event in a interesting way. She also have a good ending which supported her topic, “At last, I look at my biological father with a heart of glass in the signer, which is madly mocking at me.”

All the stories were nice and I hope we would all study things during this projects. Also, I hope people would write more stories, so I can read them all.

Mistaken identity

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHQo1ut_I-E&feature=youtu.be

Mistaken identity - final

“Hey! Jane” I wave my hands and shout to a dark shadow far away from me. The shadow there seems to be my friend. However the person is ambiguous. It’s already past the appointed time, and I finally see her. “Jane, is that you?” even though I has started asking, I already verify that the person must be her. No one else would walk to a lonely street in the early morning, which the sun has just risen. She seems silent and calm, and her face is not turning towards me. 

I dash to her, loudly calling for my dear friend, and waving exaggerated. Why she doesn't notice me yet? I feel confused and feel a little bit aggrieved. Her late arrival and her indifferent attitude make me consider if she cares about me. She looks like a quiet machine, which would never respond my passion. Did I do anything wrong? Why does she ignore me? I definitely feel extremely disappointed and heartbroken. 

I hear the noise of people's step and stop walking. Then, a gust of wind comes to my back. “What?” I’m been frightened. “What are you looking for dude? I’m here, and sorry for being late.” I look back, and see a familiar face with warm smile. That's my friend. So what is that shadow? I ask myself. However, it doesn’t matter, and I would never tell her about my mistaken identity.

Mistaken identity

“Hey! Jane” I wave my hands and shout to a dark shadow far away from me. The shadow there seems to be my friend. However the person is ambiguous. It’s already past the appointed time, and I finally see her. “Jane, is that you?” even though I has started asking, I already verify that the person must be her. No one else would walk to a lonely street in the early morning, which the sun has just risen. She seems silent and calm, and her face is not turning towards me. 

I dash to her, loudly calling for my dear friend, and waving exaggerated. Why she hasn’t noticed me yet? I feel confused and feel a little bit aggrieved. Her late arrival and her indifferent attitude make me consider if she cares about me. She looks like a quiet machine, which would never respond my passion. Have I done anything wrong? Why she does ignore me? I definitely feel extremely disappointed and heartbroken. 

I hear the noise of people's step and stop walking. Then, a gust of wind comes to my back. “What?” I’m been frightened. “What are you looking for dude? I’m here, and sorry for being late.” So what is that shadow? I ask myself. However, it doesn’t matter, and I would never tell her about my mistaken identity.

1 page story

“Hey! Jane” I wave my hands and shouted to a dark shadow far away from me. The shadow there seems to be my friend. The person there is ambiguous. It’s already past the appointed time and I finally see her. “Jane, is that you?” even though I has started asking, I already verify that the person must be her. No one else would walk to a lonely street in the early morning, which the sun has just risen. She seems silence and calm, and her vision is not turning to me.

I dash to her with my loudly calling for my dear friend and the exaggerated waving. Why she hasn’t noticed me yet? I feel confused and feel a little bit aggrieved. Her late arrival and her indifferent attitude make me to consider if she cares about me. She looks like a quiet machine, which would never respond my passion. Have I done anything wrong? Why she ignores me? I definitely feel extremely disappointed and heart broken.

I stop walking, and a gust of wind comes to my back. “What?” I’m been frightened. “What are you looking for dude? I’m here, and sorry for being late.” So what is that shadow? I ask myself. However, it doesn’t matter, and I would never tell her about my mistaken identity.

1 page story - first paragraph

“Hey! Jane” I wave my hands and shouted to a dark shadow far away from me. The shadow there seems to be my friend. It’s past the appointed time and I finally see her. “Jane, is that you?” even though I has started asking, I already verify that the person must be her. No one else would walk to a lonely street in the early morning, which the sun has just risen. She seems silence and calm, and her vision is not turning to me.