The Art of Writing

Hey guys post of the day is rolling on in! Today I'll be sharing about my love of writing! I like writing for many reason such as there are so many genres and many styles of writing which includes fantasy my favorite, comedy, romantic, scientific/mathematical, historic, etc. to many to name!Also when I write I feel calm and relaxed and in another world. I loved writing ever since second grade when my teacher Mrs. Thomas put writing in our schedule I was always bursting in an excitement! I guess I just started writing one day about anything and I loved it. I still remember I loved writing so much when ever it was writing time right before lunch I would still be there writing fantasy stories 10 minutes into lunch and my teacher kept telling me to go to lunch. Now today I don't write stories that much anymore now it's reflections and essays, borrr-innng! :( Last year I worked on writing of my own! Of course fantasy a story in my free time! My favorite assignment of the year in fifth grade was when Mrs. Thomas gave us the assignment of writing a fantasy story on story jumper!
Here's a short clip of the story on story jumper

once upon a time, a boy named Alex, was sleeping. He was sleeping 

peacefully, until the clock struck 12:00 PM. That's when his whole room 

started to shake, non stop. All his pottery fell with an abrupt crash, and 

they fell into millions of pieces.

   The skinny boy got up and reluctantly got dressed. He threw on a 

over sized t-shirt. As he trampled over all his toys he fell into the splits, 

"Ouch!" he screamed in agony.

    The house slammed to the floor. He walked to the front door, when 

he opened the door he gaped outside, enjoying the beautiful day. Am I 

in heaven or am I dreaming?

  "Hi I'm Brownie The platypus". Brownie took a deep breath, "We 

really need your help. The evil monkey king is planning to destroy the 

island and kill all the animals on the island. Will you help?" Brownie 

sighed in dismay.

  "Let me introduce you to the animal kingdom animals." That is Mr. 

Waddle the duck, Mrs. Cotton Ball the sheep, Rocky the rabbit, Mickey 

the mouse, Pinky the pig, Forest the parrot, Ellie the elephant, Cricket,

Here's a nother clip of another story:

“Well coming or not?” Mr. Hoot smiled at Adam who was apparently dreaming about his cupcake world. Adam speeded up to us and stepped into the fluffy twinkling snow. Mr. Hoot shut the door and put on his weaved bright red holiday scarf. Owl city was filled with christmas lights that was as bright as the afternoon sun. The snowflakes were gracefully falling like a graceful ice skater doing a long pretty spiral. The pebbles which made up the sidewalk was old and dirty with weeds growing in between the cracks which formed figures of spirits and fairies.

I was curious so I asked. Why are the cracks figures of-Oh those aren’t cracks those are secret subways that we only use for emergencies.” Mr. Hoot interrupted.

“Oh come here this is the owl grooming,adopting, and hospital This is our famous owl store.”

Here's another clip from History farming journal assignment:

Dear, Journal,

Today, I looked back to when that amazing hunting my group and I did, and guess what, I made a new discovery for growing food!

As my hunting and gathering group was roaming around the forest waiting for an animal to come into sight a flock of birds flew over the large thick trees. Someone in my group spotted them as soon as they made chirping sounds and he started aggressively shooting arrows at the birds. Others around me noticed immediately any copied exactly what he did. As the birds flew  got further and further. The group started running and aiming towards the birds.

“I got two” some shouted dropping the arrows and running toward the area where he shot the birds. Everyone dropped theirs to and followed I followed my group to one of the members. 

 Thanks for reading!