1. Did I add enough different genres?

2. Does the ending to my Twitterive end too abruptly?

3. Does my micro fiction story give the audience an idea of my grandfather’s personality?

4. Does my prologue need to be expanded? Or does it give a clear idea about where I am going with my project?

5. Is my diary entry personal enough?

6. Do I give enough detail about my grandparent’s house?


 
1. Who is/are the characters in your Twitterive? -Myself and grandfather. Touch base on other members in the family (grand mom, dad, two brothers).

2. What connection/disconnection do you feel to your place?
-Very much still connected to place. It has been a big part of my childhood and current life.

3. When does the story take place?
-2003 to present.

4. Where does the story take place?
- Grandparents house in Mt. Laurel, New Jersey. The neighborhood is a fifty-five and older community called Holiday Village

5. Why does the story take place?
- The story takes place because I had a special bond with my grandfather. I have a lot of memories that I shared inside and outside of my grandparents house. His death impacted my life tremendously.

6. How are you "delivering" presenting the story?
- Start off with the prologue then I have different genres, such as a micro fiction story, poetry, and a diary entry. I will add a slide show at the end that will include pictures of my grandfather and others in my family. 

 
THE BIG FIGHT

The fight of the year called, “This Time It’s for Realisies" will be taking place at Rowan University in Glassboro, New Jersey on February 16th. The fight will be held in room 2108 located on the second floor of the education building. It will begin at approximately 10:50 am. The maximum number of people the room can hold is twenty-six; therefore, tickets are limited. The two players that will be participating in this profligate occasion is the heavyweight champion herself, “Live to kill Liv” and her competitor “Stephanie the slammer.” Both participants seem highly confident that they will be able to win the match. “Live to kill Liv” said that she “fights like Snookie,” in other words, she fights dirty. Two of her famous techniques is clawing and pulling her opponents hair. “Stephanie the slammer” said that her famous technique is that she is a knockout fighter. She mentioned that she doesn’t fight dirty or trashy, but instead she just knocks her opponent straight to the ground. After interviewing both sides, I would have to say that “Live to kill Liv” has the upper hand on this match. Not only because she is much taller, but also because she has won several more matches than “Stephanie the slammer.” From my records, “Stephanie the slammer” last fight was a year ago, which she lost to “Melissa the Masher.” Being out of the game for so long could decrease her chances of winning this match. Both competitors seem convinced that they will be the next champion. It looks like this will be an exhilarating match. 

 
Writing in various genres for the blog posts was something I enjoyed doing. It was more time consuming, but it was a way to expand my writing ability. Some genres are harder for me than others. For instance, I tend to get writers block when it comes to creating a story idea; however, when I write poems I can express my thoughts and feelings better. Writing stories is more difficult for me. Developing a character and getting inside their mind is something I struggle with.  

When writing the haiku, I noticed that it still had the same meaning as the micro fiction story I wrote. I took all the words out of the same paragraph, which is why the meaning of the haiku did not change from the story. I also found this particular poem to be challenging because it was hard for me to keep the standard 5-7-5 pattern in the poem. I kept going over the limit for each line. That was a battle that I struggled with throughout the entire time I wrote the haiku. I wanted the reader to understand what I was trying to accomplish with such a short amount of words. Surprisingly, the haiku took longer for me to write than the found poem.  Also, when writing the haiku, I kept finding myself wanting to go back and change the wording in my micro fiction story. It made me think of words that would have made the story more engaging.

The majority of the ten tweets I used were similar to each other. Several of them were quotes relating to memories and the others were about my grand mom’s house. I selected my tweets very carefully because I already knew what I wanted to write about when we were required to do this assignment. Both of my micro fiction stories are not related to the topic I am doing for twitterive; therefore, I wanted to include something that I could actually consider incorporating into my twitterive assignment.

 
The first poem our class is required to write is a Haiku. I pulled words from my micro fiction story Lost Love.

Falling on the bed
Smell of whiskey lingering
Where could he have gone?


The second poem our class is required to write is called a found poem. I took ten of my favorite tweets and incorporated the words and phrases into a poem I created. Below is a list of my ten tweets.

1) "Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." The Wonder Years #twitterive

2) Every time I walk into my grand mom's house, I think of you.. Miss you everyday pop-pop #twitterive

3) The memories I have at grandma's house will be forever treasured #twitterive

4) There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find ways in which you yourself have altered-Nelson Mandela #twitterive

5) Looks like I'm going to grandmas house this weekend #twitterive

6) Blue valentine- such a strange movie #twitterive

7) "There are no shortcuts to any place worth going" --Beverly Sills #twitterive

8) This weekend went by way too fast #twitterive

9) I remember when the kids I babysit where toddlers. Brianna is 6 already! It's amazing how fast time flies #twitterive

10) There is nothing like my grandma's pasta :-) #twitterive


I hold onto the memories
every time I step in your house.
I hold onto the memories
looking at your photos.
I hold onto the memories

when nothing seems right. 
    I hold onto the memories
of the last moment I had with you.
    I hold onto the memories
that will be forever treasured as time moves fast.




 
In this blog post, I am required to write two micro fiction stories that are 250 words long for each piece. The first story I wrote is called Lost Love. I took a line out of Gloria Anzaldua’s poem called El sonavabitche to create the story. The line is: “My throat so tight I can barely get the words out.” The second story, A New Beginning, was created through one of my tweets: “The memories I have at grandma's house will be forever treasured #twitterive.”


Lost Love

I began my hospital shift at four o’clock in the morning. Tim, my husband, was responsible for getting Kayla to school most days. Tim would constantly go out of his way to keep her happy. Now that he has been laid off his construction job he has more time. I would say that I am the provider in the family, without my income we would be on the streets. Being a doctor has its downs and ups. One of the biggest downfalls is that I hardly spend time with my family. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know my little girl.

On a Saturday night, I got called in because the hospital was short on staff. Like usual, Tim was required to take care of Kayla. I was at the hospital for an hour before I received a painful phone call. Kayla, a five-year-old, was home alone. I ran out of the hospital in a panic. When I got home, I saw Kayla sitting on the couch terrified, my throat so tight I can barely get the words out. I was speechless. Where the hell did Tim go?

He stumbled in the bedroom in the middle of the night. Smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. I asked him where he went, no answer. He passed out as soon as his body reached the bed. I couldn’t sleep that night. Tim’s phone rang. A bookie called him and threatened to hurt us if Tim doesn’t pay him his money. Was this a nightmare?

A New Beginning

Christine was a rebellious teen. Trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went. If she wasn’t getting caught stealing, she was getting arrested for possession of drugs. Christine had begun her defiant phase as soon when her parents divorced. She was sixteen when they finally separated. She hated both of them and if it was up to her, she would rather live on the streets than under the same roof as them. Unfortunately, Christine is not old enough to legally make her own decisions.

When Christine would go to her Grandma’s, she would act like her old self. As soon as she stepped in the doorway, her attitude changed. She always got excited when she went over her Grandma’s. Christine trusted her. She revealed her deepest secrets and her Grandma would sit in her rocking chair and listen. Christine would talk about what she had done in her past and dreams for her future. They would talk for hours while munching on chocolate chip cookies. Sometimes, Christine would leave school early or even skip school just to spend time with her. They both were lonely and kept each other company.

Christine made it a daily routine. It kept her sane and out of trouble. She made her Grandma a picture frame that said, “The memories I have at Grandma’s house will forever be treasured” on the bottom. This brought tears to both their eyes. Christine finally had someone who made sense in her dysfunctional life.  



 

 

An Anthology of Really Short Stories- Jerome Stern

Jerome Stern edited An Anthology of Really Short Stories. Inside the packet there are four micro fiction stories. Different authors wrote each story.  I enjoyed reading every story in the packet. It amazes me how every word in a micro fiction story has an important meaning to it. I made sure I read each story carefully in order to fully grasp the concept.  

The setting, in all four of the stories, is essential to the overall notion in each story. I noticed that three out of the four stories dealt with Mexican culture or Mexico being the setting where the story takes place. Land’s End was the most intriguing and complicating story for me. Strangely, I really enjoyed reading it, even though I found it most difficult. The words that the author used were so captivating. My favorite line, which was a simile that the author used, was “Her bloodprints in the sand like valentines day.”  I had different interpretations of this piece. Was the character held hostage in the foreign country or was she trying to escape the country she lived in?

I also enjoyed reading Waiting by Peggy McNally. However, after reading this story I felt like it had a negative attitude towards obtaining a career in teaching. It made me think of how difficult it is to get a teaching job with the way our economy is. It seemed like the character was in an urban middle school and her employees took advantage of her being a full-time substitute. She would teach nonstop classes without a break. The character is at the point in her life where she is waiting for better opportunity to come along; she just hasn’t found it yet.  What I found interesting about this micro fiction story was that the author did not use any periods at the end of the sentences. She only put a period at the end of the story. The author broke up her sentences with commas instead. 

An Encounter- James Joyce

An Encounter and Araby is from a collection of short stories by James Joyce. After reading An Encounter, I found it very odd and disturbing. The setting takes place in Dublin, Ireland. From my understanding of the reading, the environment that the characters lived in was mostly poverty because the narrator refers to the other kids as wearing “rags.” In the story, there also seems to be a conflict between the Protestants and Catholics because when the two boys (narrator and Mahony) go on their adventure two poor boys approach them, yell, and mistake them for Protestants. The location is important in this story because defines the characters and the reasons for their beliefs.

The school that the young boys attended and the strict rules they had to follow reminded me of the stories that my dad told me about when he was younger. He grew up in a very Catholic family; therefore, he went to Catholic school. He used to tell me how mean the nuns were to him and how they would scold the students if they talked in class when they were not supposed to. Back then, the nuns were allowed to hit children with rulers and make them write “I’m sorry” on the board until it was fully covered. I could not imagine growing up in a school system where they would be able to physically hit a child to make them learn their lesson. 

I found the old man that in the field to be very distressing. The old mans conversation with the boys gets more and more inappropriate as he continues to talk. However, the two boys did the right thing by giving fake names in order to protect themselves. It is scary to think how there are still people out there like the old man that the two boys came in contact with. It is vital to train children to understand why it is important to not talk to strangers.