Creative Hour

Your goal is to create a minimum of 300 words in one hour on one of the following topics. You may use a dictionary or thesaurus. You must do your best with the time you have! Hand in what you have finished after exactly one hour. Write with the highest level of diction and creativity that you can!

2. Take the first line of a nursery rhyme to start your story

 "Mary, Mary, quite contrary". He argued. "Obviously Santa isn't real. It would be physically impossible for him to make his way around to all the millions of children on this Earth in one night. That guy in the mall is just there to fool dumb kids like you, he's just some guy."

"No way, Drake! Santa is so real!" I replied.

My older brother was just trying to bother me, he had to be. What would I do if Santa wasn't..? First off, my parents would have been lying to me for six years, but if he was real then Drake would be lying to me right now. It's as if I have to choose between believing my parents, or my brother.

That's it, I decided. I'm going to figure out if Santa actually exists. I am going to start by writing letters to him, asking for proof of his existence, then I am going to go to the mall and visit him personally.

That night, I wrote a letter to Santa.

Dear Santa.

My name is Mary Elizabeth Janns and I am six years old. I am having a really difficult time right now. I realize that I have already mailed you a letter already containing my Christmas list, but I have one last thing that I would like to ask  you.. My brother, Drake says that you don't exist, but my parents said that you do. So I really am lost. I don't know who to believe now. I know that you are busy during this time of the year, but i would really appreciate if you could write me a letter back with your signature and a photo of yourself.

Thank you Santa (if that is your name)

From,

Mary Elizabeth Janns.

I decided that I was tired after writing the letter so I would mail it on the way to the mall tomorrow, and I went to bed.

Then next morning I woke up, and opened up my pink curtains to look out the window of my bedroom. There was fresh snow on the ground and I wanted oh so badly to go out and make a snowman or a snow angel. But I couldn't. I had a mission today, so the snow would have to wait. I got dressed and put on my winter coat, my mittens, my scarf, hat, and my snow boots, all ready to go to the mall. When I walked downstairs I noticed that my Mum had cooked up some pancakes with bananas and chocolate chips, and they are my favorite, so I took off all my winter clothing and had some breakfast.

Once I was done I got dressed up again and had my Mum take me to the mall to go and visit Santa. I waited for a long time in the line up then it was my turn. I sat down on Santa's lap.

"Have you been a good girl this year?" He asked me.

"Yes. Are you really Santa?" I asked.

"What would you like for Christmas?" He asked me.

I didn't get why he kept ignoring my question, so i asked again. "Are you really Santa?"

Then Santa replied, "Of course I am, I get asked this every year by little girls and boys just as curious as you. Sometimes I'm not the one to deliver presents to your house and fill your stocking because I am such a busy man. I call your parents some years and ask them to do me the favour of putting your presents under the tree for me, not because I don't want to visit your house, but because I want to make sure that every boy and girl in the world gets at least one visit from me in their lifetime. So yes, I am Santa."

"Thank-you Santa." I answered. Then I got my photo taken with him by the photographer and walked away with my Mum.

Then I remembered that I still had a letter to send to Santa, but decided that I wouldn't because now i know for sure that he is real. And i don't want to have to send him a letter and make him even busier.

When I went home, I went up to Drake and explained to him what Santa had explained to me.

I had the best Christmas ever, knowing that Santa truely does care.

 

Comments

Visit three classmates' blogs and read either their "The Creative Hour" or their novel journal (if they read the same book as you) or their "Top 3" entry. Leave a comment that offers suggestions as to the strengths of the article. It is not good enough to just say "well done" or "good job." You must refer to TWO SPECIFIC aspects of their writing. It may be the introduction, the diction, the imagery, the ideas... It's also not good enough to just say 'Nice diction" or "good ideas." What made the imagery effective? What specifically did you like about the introduction? As well, leave one suggestion for improvement. I will read comments that are posted as well as your blogs. Both will contribute to your blog mark.

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AWESOME

Watch the 17 minute video titled "The 3 A's of Awesome" (link in the sidebar). If you like you may also browse (for a limited time at the moment) the "1000 awesome things" blog.

Your task is to then think of two small pleasures in life that are truly "awesome" and describe them in detail. This means you will have 2 good sized paragraphs (minimum) in your blog.

AWESOME!!!


1. Coffee In Bed
On a cold winter morning the best feeling in the world is getting a coffee brought to you when you wake up. My Mum has a habit of making cappuccinos every morning and when she comes to wake me up she will bring me one with a heart drawn in the foam with caramel. She places it on my bedside table so it's the first thing that I see. The smell of fresh coffee is so relaxing and is such a feel good smell. Rather than focusing on how cold it is, or the fact that it's seven in the morning and i have to wake up for a full day at school, I'll smile at the sweet thought of my Mum bringing me coffee. It is such a nice start to the day to smile.It gets me going with a positive thought from my waking moment.


2. Ginormous Puddles
I grew up on a 115 acre farm. One of the fondest memories that i can recall is after a big rainstorm on the property my father would have my brother, sister, and I pile into our 4 wheel drive truck and drive as fast as possible through the puddles. As i started growing up and wanting to leave my childhood behind to become a lady, I stopped getting in the truck to go through the puddles. I started straightening my hair and putting on makeup everyday. Now, I wish I still was a child. During September, after a big rain storm, my sister and myself went up to a bumpy street near our house, and went puddle jumping. It was fantastic. Then, about a month after that, when my Dad had picked me up from school after it was raining, and we were driving to our new house, which is unfortunately not a farm, he saw a giant puddle again. He started picking up speed, and went right through it, water going everywhere. I will never let my inner child get lost again.