Okay, I know I haven't posted an assignment in a while. I'm sorry. I have been noticing, though--people seem to be skipping over the assignments and going to the other threads. That's probably my fault--I've been very busy with school and such, and haven't posted a new assignment in a looooooooong time. I just want to know, though: should I keep posting these assignments, or should I do other things around the class? Because if my students aren't interested, I won't bother writing the assignments. (Wow, I think I have said assignments way too many times in this paragraph.) So let me know, okay? Post comments (and hopefully respones to the prompt) below. And I swear, my feelings won't be hurt, whatever you all say.

Assignment Seven (hopefully faster and easier than others I've posted):

Write a story about a girl. Just about a girl, anything can happen to her, no criteria...oh, right, except one. Use only one-syllable words. Be creative--it's harder than it sounds!!

Time can take all. It can make you hate the world and it's life. I wish I could take me and wish for all to be fine. But I can't, I never can be whole. A part of me hopes that time will stop let me go. But I know that I can't do that to him. He loves me too much I can't let him down. Though each day it gets worse, each day I fight but in the end I will lose the war. The bed, the tubes, the smell, it makes me sick. A cage I can't be free of; a cage that chains me to these walls. It is slow and it kills me. I will go soon - I hope he can live through it.

Keep posting the lessons they are great!!

great job, just one thing: never has two syllables

Damn I was so close!!
There are more one syllable worlds than I thought.

Yeah, I know. I had this as a warmup in English class, and I got stuck a lot, but now I realize there are a lot of pretty one-syllable words that can make your writing actually sound as if you're seventeen, not seven.

He walks in.
He walks in and your world stops in its tracks.
It’s been years—more than that, it seems—but you knew the whole time that the two of you would meet once more.
You had to meet at least once more.
Since the first day, the day when all was set in place and all you could ask for was a bit of a push to get on your way, you knew.
In a mere tick of the clock, he is at your side and you find that you have lost your voice. Your heart speeds up; your palms sweat.
He does not speak, and you are glad as you still lack your usual skill with words.
The sound—or lack of it, more like—fills the room and starts to choke you like a scarf too tight on your neck.
It hurts, it hurts a lot, but you pay no mind.
You pay no mind, for this is a blink of your eyes that has brought you a small step forth to the true goal.
The goal you set the first time you saw him, and just one phrase ran through your head for weeks and weeks as if your whole life was meant to be spent on it.
The phrase that made life as you knew it fly off from this world, never to be seen again.
He will love you.
He will love you.
He will love you.


WOW! That is really terrible, but I had a whole lot of trouble writing it so I'm pleased that I was even able to finish. I'm not great with one syllable words, unless used in conjunction with other, longer, prettier. words.
Nonetheless, voila!

that was really good! it was very... what is the word?... deep.