This piece is intended for an audience of all ages. The purpose of this piece is to show the audience what may be going through a young child’s mind.
Waw! That big blue and white thing on top of me looks really amazing. I wonder what it is. If I could only get out of this green contraption that those two people put me in, then I might just be able to try and grab it to see what it is. I don’t even know why they keep putting me in this thing. I mean it’s like some sort of cocoon. Is this their way of punishing me? I mean I know it was pretty careless of me to throw up on their brand new rug last week but common, they can’t expect to hold a grudge for that long. I wonder if they have already forgotten about me. I’ve been lying here in this green piece of cloth for over an hour now. Looking at them, they look like their having so much fun inside the house without me. Just wait until I get a little older. I’ll show them. They think they could just leave me out here like this for the whole day and expect me to do nothing? Tuff luck. Just wait until night falls. Then I’ll keep them up all night with my loud cries. I can’t wait until I get out of this contraption. I’m really curious to see what that blue thing feels like. I wonder if I could even taste it. Yes it looks quite tasty. What did those people call it again? I always hear them talking about it and every summer people get on those big metal things with giant wings and fly through it. What did they call it again? I think it was the sky...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Natures Gift
This piece is intended for an audience of all ages. The purpose of this piece is to show the audience what may be going through a person’s mind as they stand on the edge of a cliff and watch as one of nature’s elements devours the rocks beneath them.
Amazing, beautiful, wonderful, surreal, astonishing, astounding. All those words put together couldn’t even come close to describing this amazing sight that I am blessed with before my eyes right now. Wow I still can’t believe my eyes. I guess its true when they say that nothing can even come close to the beauty that nature has to offer. Look at me; I’m standing four hundred feet above sea level on a small island. Surrounded by nothing but water. It feels like we are on top of the world. If I were to tell anyone that we came to this place by accident, they would never believe us. It’s funny, we never planned things to happen this way. We were sailing on our yacht enjoying the sun’s rays when this big wave swiped us towards this island. I can’t say we enjoyed the ride because it was quite bumpy and for a couple of minutes we thought that we would be consumed by the roaring waves of the never-ending ocean. Luckily for us our almost death experience turned out to become our greatest gift. As it turns out this island is inhabited by many small and peaceful tribes that came to our rescue right away and helped us get back on track. Not only did they nurture us back to full health but they also fixed our yacht and gave us directions on how to get back on the right path. Its for that very reason that we are standing up here right now. We just wanted to take one last look at nature’s beauty before we go back to our synthetic world that we call reality.
Amazing, beautiful, wonderful, surreal, astonishing, astounding. All those words put together couldn’t even come close to describing this amazing sight that I am blessed with before my eyes right now. Wow I still can’t believe my eyes. I guess its true when they say that nothing can even come close to the beauty that nature has to offer. Look at me; I’m standing four hundred feet above sea level on a small island. Surrounded by nothing but water. It feels like we are on top of the world. If I were to tell anyone that we came to this place by accident, they would never believe us. It’s funny, we never planned things to happen this way. We were sailing on our yacht enjoying the sun’s rays when this big wave swiped us towards this island. I can’t say we enjoyed the ride because it was quite bumpy and for a couple of minutes we thought that we would be consumed by the roaring waves of the never-ending ocean. Luckily for us our almost death experience turned out to become our greatest gift. As it turns out this island is inhabited by many small and peaceful tribes that came to our rescue right away and helped us get back on track. Not only did they nurture us back to full health but they also fixed our yacht and gave us directions on how to get back on the right path. Its for that very reason that we are standing up here right now. We just wanted to take one last look at nature’s beauty before we go back to our synthetic world that we call reality.
Copper Thiefs
This piece is composed for an audience between the ages of 18 and older. The purpose of this piece is to direct the audience's attention to small incidents within our province.
A duo of copper thieves caused a blackout last Saturday night by chopping down a power pole in a mountainous area near Markham, according to the Ontario Utilities Board.
“Who would have ever thought ten years ago that people would cut down a power pole and steal the wire off it?” said LUB general manager Kenny Baird. “But that’s the day we live in.”
Authorities first got wind that something was wrong just after 11 p.m. Sunday when they began getting reports of power outages in the small mountain communities.
The downed power pole was in a remote area that had been strip-mined since the pole was erected in the 1930s or ‘40s, so crews had to wait for daylight before trying making their way through a “muddy mess” to repair it, Baird said.
“They had to take a ‘dozer and cut a road up to where the pole’s at,” he said.
The crew then found that someone had apparently used an axe to fell the pole and then stripped it of 500 to 750 feet of copper wiring, he said.
“We didn’t find any bodies, so evidently they made sure it was de-energized before they cut the copper off of it,” he said.
Approximately 435 electrical customers were without power until the line was restored around noon today,
A duo of copper thieves caused a blackout last Saturday night by chopping down a power pole in a mountainous area near Markham, according to the Ontario Utilities Board.
“Who would have ever thought ten years ago that people would cut down a power pole and steal the wire off it?” said LUB general manager Kenny Baird. “But that’s the day we live in.”
Authorities first got wind that something was wrong just after 11 p.m. Sunday when they began getting reports of power outages in the small mountain communities.
The downed power pole was in a remote area that had been strip-mined since the pole was erected in the 1930s or ‘40s, so crews had to wait for daylight before trying making their way through a “muddy mess” to repair it, Baird said.
“They had to take a ‘dozer and cut a road up to where the pole’s at,” he said.
The crew then found that someone had apparently used an axe to fell the pole and then stripped it of 500 to 750 feet of copper wiring, he said.
“We didn’t find any bodies, so evidently they made sure it was de-energized before they cut the copper off of it,” he said.
Approximately 435 electrical customers were without power until the line was restored around noon today,
Impossible Escape
This piece is meant for an audience between the ages of 18 and over. This piece is to inform the audience of how even the impossible can be achieved if one puts their mind to it.
Inmates on kitchen detail were grilling pancakes just after 3 a.m. at the sprawling Toronto Prison complex. Ricky Wassen , a cook, had been studying the weaknesses in the prison's Morey Unit for four years, and chose a Sunday graveyard shift to launch his plan. He knew at this hour the place was guarded mostly by "fish" - inexperienced officers with only months on the job. If he and his cellmate, Steven Coy, could get to the arsenal in the tower, freedom was just a mad dash through the administration building. If they could persuade others to join the escape, all the better.
Wassen crossed the kitchen armed with a large, hand-sharpened metal rod and an industrial-size stirring paddle. He cornered Kenneth Martin, the lone officer on kitchen duty, in a back office.
"I've got nothing to lose, and this is an escape," he said. He ordered Martin to strip. "If you do what I tell you, nobody will get hurt."
Wassen handcuffed Martin inside the office's tool room. Coy used electrical wire to tie up a female civilian kitchen worker on the floor beside Martin. Wassen went back into the kitchen to face the 17 other inmates on breakfast duty: "This is your lucky day, guys. We're getting outta here. If any of you want to go, let's go."
There were no takers, so Rooster, as Wassen was known on the yard, herded them into a food-storage closet. He donned Martin's uniform, shaved off his beard and headed to the tower, leaving Coy alone with the captives in the kitchen.
Inmates on kitchen detail were grilling pancakes just after 3 a.m. at the sprawling Toronto Prison complex. Ricky Wassen , a cook, had been studying the weaknesses in the prison's Morey Unit for four years, and chose a Sunday graveyard shift to launch his plan. He knew at this hour the place was guarded mostly by "fish" - inexperienced officers with only months on the job. If he and his cellmate, Steven Coy, could get to the arsenal in the tower, freedom was just a mad dash through the administration building. If they could persuade others to join the escape, all the better.
Wassen crossed the kitchen armed with a large, hand-sharpened metal rod and an industrial-size stirring paddle. He cornered Kenneth Martin, the lone officer on kitchen duty, in a back office.
"I've got nothing to lose, and this is an escape," he said. He ordered Martin to strip. "If you do what I tell you, nobody will get hurt."
Wassen handcuffed Martin inside the office's tool room. Coy used electrical wire to tie up a female civilian kitchen worker on the floor beside Martin. Wassen went back into the kitchen to face the 17 other inmates on breakfast duty: "This is your lucky day, guys. We're getting outta here. If any of you want to go, let's go."
There were no takers, so Rooster, as Wassen was known on the yard, herded them into a food-storage closet. He donned Martin's uniform, shaved off his beard and headed to the tower, leaving Coy alone with the captives in the kitchen.
School Surprise
When Ian Blur entered Chester High School, his parents watched with bated breath.
They'd already held their son in middle school an extra year for fear that the transition to a bigger school with bigger kids might overwhelm him. Ian, a pink-cheeked 16-year-old, has Down syndrome, doesn't talk save a few words when pressed, and is shorter than most of his schoolmates.
At best, they hoped their son would be content at his new school. At worst, they feared he might lose ground.
What they did not anticipate was joy.
"You can barely stop the car in time for him to jump out and go to school," Tony Wyatt said, explaining that his son now has a more active social life than he did back when he was in high school. "He's basically got rock star status over at Fulton."
At the root of Ian's transformation is a group of Fulton students known as peer tutors.
They are, on one level, just students who serve as aides in Comprehensive Development Classes.
At Chester though, the role of peer tutor has taken on a certain level of prestige and the peer tutors have established a tradition of also befriending the special-needs students and hanging out with them outside of school.
They'd already held their son in middle school an extra year for fear that the transition to a bigger school with bigger kids might overwhelm him. Ian, a pink-cheeked 16-year-old, has Down syndrome, doesn't talk save a few words when pressed, and is shorter than most of his schoolmates.
At best, they hoped their son would be content at his new school. At worst, they feared he might lose ground.
What they did not anticipate was joy.
"You can barely stop the car in time for him to jump out and go to school," Tony Wyatt said, explaining that his son now has a more active social life than he did back when he was in high school. "He's basically got rock star status over at Fulton."
At the root of Ian's transformation is a group of Fulton students known as peer tutors.
They are, on one level, just students who serve as aides in Comprehensive Development Classes.
At Chester though, the role of peer tutor has taken on a certain level of prestige and the peer tutors have established a tradition of also befriending the special-needs students and hanging out with them outside of school.
Unexpected Hero
This piece is for people of all ages and its purpose is to direct the attention of the audience to the unsung heroes in our lives.
Nine year old student, Kris Beckham climbed 30 feet to rescue a Ring-tailed Possum today.
Tree loppers had been removing trees at West Bank School to create a new concrete play area. During morning tea, students spied the possum peering out from a lopped hollow branch.
“Kris just shimmied way up the tree with her school bag and came down with a little possum thumping around inside it,” said school mate, Jack Komninos.
Principal, Ms Anne Watson, alerted National Parks and Wild Life. With the help of the tree loppers, the wild life officers rescued six more ring-tailed possums from hollows in trees lopped for felling.
All the possums are reported to be ‘in good condition’ and are being cared for at the Forest Park. A suggested plan to relocate the possums in the school environs will involve refashioning of the hollowed tree trunks as part of an environmental sculpture project.
Mr Harry Bean, who was on play ground duty when Kris climbed the tree, fainted and is receiving medical attention for concussion and stress.
Kris used a special tree climbing technique know as the ‘frog’ to rescue the possum.
The young heroine was unavailable for interview. According to Jack Komninos, Kris was on detention for being in a ‘strictly out of bounds’ area.
Nine year old student, Kris Beckham climbed 30 feet to rescue a Ring-tailed Possum today.
Tree loppers had been removing trees at West Bank School to create a new concrete play area. During morning tea, students spied the possum peering out from a lopped hollow branch.
“Kris just shimmied way up the tree with her school bag and came down with a little possum thumping around inside it,” said school mate, Jack Komninos.
Principal, Ms Anne Watson, alerted National Parks and Wild Life. With the help of the tree loppers, the wild life officers rescued six more ring-tailed possums from hollows in trees lopped for felling.
All the possums are reported to be ‘in good condition’ and are being cared for at the Forest Park. A suggested plan to relocate the possums in the school environs will involve refashioning of the hollowed tree trunks as part of an environmental sculpture project.
Mr Harry Bean, who was on play ground duty when Kris climbed the tree, fainted and is receiving medical attention for concussion and stress.
Kris used a special tree climbing technique know as the ‘frog’ to rescue the possum.
The young heroine was unavailable for interview. According to Jack Komninos, Kris was on detention for being in a ‘strictly out of bounds’ area.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A Poem tells a Story
This poem is intended for an audience of all ages. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
Stepping foot on the soccer field, he feels his heart beating stronger
But that means nothing to him; it will just help him play longer.
He looks at the crowd, looks at the fans
All standing and cheering and clapping their hands.
He closes his eyes to smell the fresh air.
Imagining that the crowd is not even there.
He takes his position with his team by his side.
Ready to let loose, he’s got nothing to hide.
The game starts as the whistle blows.
He is ready; this is the path that he chose.
He calls for the ball as it lands on his feet.
The crowd dead silent, holds on to their seats.
He moves with passion and shifts with grace.
He knows, when it comes to running, he is first in the race.
He races towards the net, with only one thing on his mind.
To find the opening, that was the way of his kind.
He shoots the ball with great power and force.
It hits the back of the net staying on course.
He celebrates, as the crowd jumps to their feet
Seeing that even the coach got out of his seat.
The game is done as the whistle blows.
He is happy; for this is the path that he chose.
Stepping foot on the soccer field, he feels his heart beating stronger
But that means nothing to him; it will just help him play longer.
He looks at the crowd, looks at the fans
All standing and cheering and clapping their hands.
He closes his eyes to smell the fresh air.
Imagining that the crowd is not even there.
He takes his position with his team by his side.
Ready to let loose, he’s got nothing to hide.
The game starts as the whistle blows.
He is ready; this is the path that he chose.
He calls for the ball as it lands on his feet.
The crowd dead silent, holds on to their seats.
He moves with passion and shifts with grace.
He knows, when it comes to running, he is first in the race.
He races towards the net, with only one thing on his mind.
To find the opening, that was the way of his kind.
He shoots the ball with great power and force.
It hits the back of the net staying on course.
He celebrates, as the crowd jumps to their feet
Seeing that even the coach got out of his seat.
The game is done as the whistle blows.
He is happy; for this is the path that he chose.
Seeing without Eyes
This poem is intended for an audience between the ages of 12 to 18. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
When our eyes are old and start to lie
We must find different ways to learn to see
Some use dreams because that way, they can see everything in their point of view
While other stick to reality and adapt their other senses to do what their eyes could not
They use the feeling of their hands to guide them to the truth
While the nose’s keen sense of smell to show them the way
Then the ears play their part by catching the sound waves and warning of any danger
Even without the amazing vision of our eyes, one can still find many ways to see
For, after all, we are made to adapt and that is how our body is meant to be.
When our eyes are old and start to lie
We must find different ways to learn to see
Some use dreams because that way, they can see everything in their point of view
While other stick to reality and adapt their other senses to do what their eyes could not
They use the feeling of their hands to guide them to the truth
While the nose’s keen sense of smell to show them the way
Then the ears play their part by catching the sound waves and warning of any danger
Even without the amazing vision of our eyes, one can still find many ways to see
For, after all, we are made to adapt and that is how our body is meant to be.
Feeling in Landscapes
This poem is intended for an audience between the ages of 12 to 18. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
As we stand upon the highest mountain
We can see the world’s true beauty
We watch as the waters shoot like a fountain
And makes the animals quite moody.
Felling the rays of the sun hitting our face
We close our eyes and try to think
While watching the trees grow at a steady pace
Amazed by this beauty we try not to blink
Watching the sun start to set
We walk toward the mountains base
And feeling the ground still kind of wet
While enjoying every moment of this beautiful place.
As we stand upon the highest mountain
We can see the world’s true beauty
We watch as the waters shoot like a fountain
And makes the animals quite moody.
Felling the rays of the sun hitting our face
We close our eyes and try to think
While watching the trees grow at a steady pace
Amazed by this beauty we try not to blink
Watching the sun start to set
We walk toward the mountains base
And feeling the ground still kind of wet
While enjoying every moment of this beautiful place.
Dreams and Dreaming
This poem is intended for an audience between the ages of 12 to 18. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
As I lye here in my bed
Puffing up my pillow and scratching my head.
I close my eyes and hope to dream
About how tomorrow we could go buy ice cream
I fall into a deep deep sleep
Hoping these dreams in reality I could keep
It felt so real and tasted sweet
As I chowed down and moved to the music’s beat
I feel a nudge and hear a constant beep
So I open my eyes and take a leap
Hearing the alarm clocks ring
While in the background beautiful birds sing.
That dream was long and felt so real.
That I think I’ll eat some ice cream for my next meal:P
As I lye here in my bed
Puffing up my pillow and scratching my head.
I close my eyes and hope to dream
About how tomorrow we could go buy ice cream
I fall into a deep deep sleep
Hoping these dreams in reality I could keep
It felt so real and tasted sweet
As I chowed down and moved to the music’s beat
I feel a nudge and hear a constant beep
So I open my eyes and take a leap
Hearing the alarm clocks ring
While in the background beautiful birds sing.
That dream was long and felt so real.
That I think I’ll eat some ice cream for my next meal:P
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Night at the Snack Bar
Intended for audiences between 13 and 18. The purpose of this piece is to observe someone and form a story or make conclusions based on what is seen on the outside from a third person point of view.
It was late at night and today was the day that we all agreed to watch one of our friend’s soccer games. Although it was a cold day outside, that did not madder to us because we would be going to an indoor field where it was covered up, nice and warm. It was moments after we got there, just as we were about to enter the stadium and take our seats, that I saw her.
Her name was Vicky and she was no more than twenty-eight years old. She had been working at that snack shop for over ten years and still looked very happy with her job. Many may ask why but I think it’s mainly because she enjoys helping and seeing people happy. She and her family moved to Toronto about twenty years ago but that was a really long time ago. Now she has a family and lives in a condominium with them. Her husband is a well paid banker while both of her children (two girls and one boy) are still in elementary school. Other then working at the snack shop, when Vicky has free time, she likes to take her children sightseeing around the city and mostly spend time with her family. She looked extremely happy doing what she was doing and she didn’t seem to have or cause any problems with her customers either. Her daily routine was usually the same thing; get up and out of bed, go to work until eight and then spend the rest of the time with her family. She didn’t really have any problems with this routine and as we saw when her family came in to pick her up after, neither did they.
It was late at night and today was the day that we all agreed to watch one of our friend’s soccer games. Although it was a cold day outside, that did not madder to us because we would be going to an indoor field where it was covered up, nice and warm. It was moments after we got there, just as we were about to enter the stadium and take our seats, that I saw her.
Her name was Vicky and she was no more than twenty-eight years old. She had been working at that snack shop for over ten years and still looked very happy with her job. Many may ask why but I think it’s mainly because she enjoys helping and seeing people happy. She and her family moved to Toronto about twenty years ago but that was a really long time ago. Now she has a family and lives in a condominium with them. Her husband is a well paid banker while both of her children (two girls and one boy) are still in elementary school. Other then working at the snack shop, when Vicky has free time, she likes to take her children sightseeing around the city and mostly spend time with her family. She looked extremely happy doing what she was doing and she didn’t seem to have or cause any problems with her customers either. Her daily routine was usually the same thing; get up and out of bed, go to work until eight and then spend the rest of the time with her family. She didn’t really have any problems with this routine and as we saw when her family came in to pick her up after, neither did they.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Nothing Left
Intended for audiences between 13 and 18. The purpose of this piece is to observe someone and form a story or make conclusions based on what is seen on the outside from a third person point of view.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon where me and my friends were walking down Young street, heading towards the Eaton's center. We were really hungry so we were just trying to get there faster because we were really looking forward to that hunger quenching smell of the food court. It was as we were just passing by the intersection of Young and Collage when our eyes caught a glimpse of something moving on the ground on the sidewalk. It was only seconds later that we realized it was a man no older than thirty five, all wrapped up in blankets and clothes.
His name was Jamie and he had been living on the streets of Toronto for over four months. He was just lying there taking a nap while trying to block out all the noises around him. It wasn’t always like this for him. He did once have a family; one wife and two children. That was until he started drinking. In fact that was his only hobby during the past two years. He would go out to bars during the day and come home drunk late at night. He would wake his family by yelling and complaining loudly until one day his wife just couldn’t take it anymore. She got a divorce and full rights to their kids. Now he had nothing, couldn’t even afford to have a smile on his face. He was just lying there, waiting, hoping for things to change.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon where me and my friends were walking down Young street, heading towards the Eaton's center. We were really hungry so we were just trying to get there faster because we were really looking forward to that hunger quenching smell of the food court. It was as we were just passing by the intersection of Young and Collage when our eyes caught a glimpse of something moving on the ground on the sidewalk. It was only seconds later that we realized it was a man no older than thirty five, all wrapped up in blankets and clothes.
His name was Jamie and he had been living on the streets of Toronto for over four months. He was just lying there taking a nap while trying to block out all the noises around him. It wasn’t always like this for him. He did once have a family; one wife and two children. That was until he started drinking. In fact that was his only hobby during the past two years. He would go out to bars during the day and come home drunk late at night. He would wake his family by yelling and complaining loudly until one day his wife just couldn’t take it anymore. She got a divorce and full rights to their kids. Now he had nothing, couldn’t even afford to have a smile on his face. He was just lying there, waiting, hoping for things to change.
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