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Friday, 25 January 2013

Graphic Writing. Homework


A single bead of sweat ran down her back. Her breath shallow, each one taken as if her last. Back hitting the cold, unfamiliar, wooden bark. Her ears desperately searching the uninviting air, looking for any sort of movement. Heart wildly pulsating in her chest; her mind was struggling to absorb the scene she had just witnessed. 

Her families' dead corpses lay at his feet. His face opaque, not effected in the slightest. His eyes black, cold and cruel. A snarl came over his brutish features. His sight of vision turned to her. She noticed the metallic glint clutched in his hand.His stare like that of a gorgon. Her feet became heavy with fear. His eyes gleaming,he motioned, slowly, cautiously, to move closer to her. Her feet, finally relieved of their enchantment, regained a new swiftness..

The image of her sister squeezing her mother's hand, clutching onto the last second of her young life, still haunting her. She urged her focus to remain on the problem at hand. He was still in that wood. He was still hunting her, like a hound would a fox. He who would strike without a flinch or second thought.

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Graphic Writing - Eithne King


His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity; every inch of his body tingled at once. Collapsing, the man fell to his knees, watching his own flesh blister and seethe with a furious agony. Every muscle he had convulsed and tensed as his cells began to combust underneath his torrid skin. Smoke vapours spilled from his pores; a rasping sound escaped his arid throat. Quivering on the floor his white shirt fibres clung desperately to his feeble frame. Lacerations began to appear; jaggedly scoring slits across his taught body, dark pools of his curdling blood stained the ground beneath his writhing mass. Swollen capillaries flared angrily; threatening to burst forth. Everything inside of him blazed irately. Incensed with the alien technology that proffered such a brutal demise.

Wretched and scarred, the corpse jerked in a paroxysm of movement, the thud of his limbs connecting with the ground echoed dully. His skull swayed eerily as his body finally fell into a crumpled heap, motionless. Terror still etched upon his grotesquely distorted features.

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Punctuation Hunt

Print off the extract from Chapter One of "Hard Times" (by Charles Dickens), below, and replace the missing punctuation.  When complete, email me for the answers.  I will send you the extract with all the punctuation missing below.

I've asked you to print it off as, if you copy it into a program on your computer, it may indicate the punctuation errors for you and then, of course, there's no point to the task.  Overall there is a score out of 28 for commas, a score out of 6 for full stops, a score of one for the speech marks and, finally, a score out of two for identification of the semi-colon and colon.

Record your score in the comments box below the post.

jps@budehaven.cornwall.sch.uk

 

Chapter I — The One Thing Needful


“NOW, what I want is, facts Teach these boys and girls nothing but fact Facts alone are wanted in life Plant nothing else, and root out everything else You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts nothing else will ever be of any service to them This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children Stick to Facts sir!”

[6 full stops have been removed; 1 colon and 1 comma from the first paragraph]


The scene was a plain bare monotonous vault of a schoolroom, and the speaker’s square forefinger emphasised his observations by underscoring every sentence with a line on the schoolmaster’s sleeve. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s square wall of a forehead which had his eyebrows for its base while his eyes found commodious cellarage in two dark caves overshadowed by the wall. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s mouth which was wide thin, and hard set. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s voice which was inflexible dry and dictatorial. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s hair which bristled on the skirts of his bald head a plantation of firs to keep the wind from its shining surface all covered with knobs like the crust of a plum pie as if the head had scarcely warehouse-room for the hard facts stored inside. The speaker’s obstinate carriage square coat square legs square shoulders, — nay, his very neckcloth, trained to take him by the throat with an unaccommodating grasp like a stubborn fact as it was, — all helped the emphasis.
[21 commas have been removed from the second paragraph]


In this life we want nothing but Facts sir nothing but Facts!

[2 commas have been removed from this line as well as the speech marks and a semi-colon]


The speaker, and the schoolmaster and the third grown person present all backed a little and swept with their eyes the inclined plane of little vessels then and there arranged in order ready to have imperial gallons of facts poured into them until they were full to the brim.

[4 commas have been removed from the final paragraph]

 

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Graphic Description - Upon Horsell Common

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once. The skin on his belly where the beam had punctured, ruptured and split, spewing forth his steaming fluids. Elsewhere on his now crippled body, blood blossomed to the surface creating patches of brilliant red against the white of his shirt. He collapsed and as he did so splattered the surrounding common with his entrails. His innards boiled as they streamed out from the gaping chasm in his gut; sizzling and frothing.

His very life poured from him, leaving him pale, almost white. He uttered a gut-wrenching cry before what skin he had left cracked and shrivelled, arid and dry. Still cooking, he lay, now completely white, wheezing as gases escaped the dried husk of his body.

Finally, he was still. Desiccated, blanched white in the red dust, stained by his blood, all around him. Eyes sunken into his skull, for it was just a skull now. Lifeless and barren upon Horsell Common
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Friday, 18 January 2013

Graphic Description: 9e1

Read the piece below. You can use the red opening to frame your own description of a gory and graphic scene based on Chapter five of 'The War of the Worlds'.

Post your pieces once you have joined the site.
 
His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once, as though he were under attack from a million needle points sticking him over and over. The cells along his arm expanded, the water held within the thin membranes expanding and tearing the tissue at a microscopic level. Blood seeped through his cotton shirt and red blotches floated to the surface, dark at the centres, like islands spreading across his limbs. His skin took on a purpled, bruised pallor and his mind roared from the freezing heat that bombarded his body. So severe was the strength of the heat-ray that struck him that he crumpled in an instant and his head rocked from side to side before tiny shoots of flame sprang out of his mouth, out of his eyes and the pop and splatter of destroyed organs filled his ears before they too were crippled by the heat.
 
His skin now black and ash-like, he toppled to the side, his head cracking against a stone and breaking like a china pot would. His body smouldered from the remaining heat. He was long dead, but his body jerked and shifted as the limbs slowly burnt away and the weight of his body gave in against its own pressure until he was nothing more than a burnt and blackened heap of ash.
 
 
 

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Caption Competition

Use the image below from 'Zombieland' to either inspire yourself to write a caption, or speech/thought bubbles for the characters.  An example has been given.

Guns: not for children!

#1
Nerd: Remind me why we're not hiding.
Man: 'Cos how else am I gonna look so macho in front of the girls!

#2
Older girl: Don't worry honey, we'll let these two heroes blast away the zombies, while we run for it.
Young girl: Even the macho one?
Older girl: Especially him.