Monday, September 7, 2009
Thesis statement
Although we will never have a clear-cut line between what is crazy and what is not, we believe fear and emotion of being lonely or isolated turns people crazy. Paranoia kicks in, and we become torn from reality into a world of despair and the panic starts to build, because war is an unforgivable and forgettable past.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Chapter: Style Page: 135
Chapter: Style Page: 135
There were no basketballs. Most of the court had burned down, including some of the people inside, which was now smoke, and the referee ran around with her eyes half closed, with no trainers on. He was maybe fourteen. He had no hair and brown skin. "Why's he running?" Azar said. We looked through what was left of the basketball court, but all that was there was ash and the smell of burnt plastic and skin. James shot a crow for our feast. Stuart shouted at the rabbits and told them to go away. The boy was still running in his trainers. He ran slow and fast, sometimes sobbing to him self. "Why's he running?" James said and Adam said it doesn’t matter why, she just was. After we found all the players in the court. They were burnt. It was all the players except for him, whose age was hard to tell. When we went in to the court to pull all of the players out, the boy kept running. He tried to lick is elbow, which must of meant something, and she ran around in a circle for a short while and then in a square. He did a heavy jump every second step. "well that is strange" James said. The basketball court smelled like burning skin. It moved up and down across the city very thick like a heavy smog. There were dead goats, too. The boy took his shoes and socks off and then ran to the middle of the smoke and sat down. His face was pale with fear and shock. Later on we moved out of the basketball court, he was still sat there. "Probably a very confused little boy" James said. But David looked back and said yes, the boy I mad.
That day, after we'd driven away from the smoking court, David imitated the little boys confused running around. He licked his elbow just the way the little boy had. James said yes. "All right, then," James said, "lets all do it."
There were no basketballs. Most of the court had burned down, including some of the people inside, which was now smoke, and the referee ran around with her eyes half closed, with no trainers on. He was maybe fourteen. He had no hair and brown skin. "Why's he running?" Azar said. We looked through what was left of the basketball court, but all that was there was ash and the smell of burnt plastic and skin. James shot a crow for our feast. Stuart shouted at the rabbits and told them to go away. The boy was still running in his trainers. He ran slow and fast, sometimes sobbing to him self. "Why's he running?" James said and Adam said it doesn’t matter why, she just was. After we found all the players in the court. They were burnt. It was all the players except for him, whose age was hard to tell. When we went in to the court to pull all of the players out, the boy kept running. He tried to lick is elbow, which must of meant something, and she ran around in a circle for a short while and then in a square. He did a heavy jump every second step. "well that is strange" James said. The basketball court smelled like burning skin. It moved up and down across the city very thick like a heavy smog. There were dead goats, too. The boy took his shoes and socks off and then ran to the middle of the smoke and sat down. His face was pale with fear and shock. Later on we moved out of the basketball court, he was still sat there. "Probably a very confused little boy" James said. But David looked back and said yes, the boy I mad.
That day, after we'd driven away from the smoking court, David imitated the little boys confused running around. He licked his elbow just the way the little boy had. James said yes. "All right, then," James said, "lets all do it."
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