Free Writing 6

Living in New York continued

From the outside it looks more like a barrack. It is wooden with a 10 square yard garden. But my life hasn’t always been like this. Before my father died, my life was, well let’s say acceptable. My dad kind of was the money maker in our family. I don’t say that he was a top manager or something like that but he brought enough money in, to closely buy the rent of our apartment and the food that we needed. Yes, I said apartment, I was living in there for 11 years. As much as I see of the 15 inch TV in my neighbours cellar while working, that apartment was not the typical the dream of an average American, but compared to the house where I am living in right now there is one definite winner. Actually my dad worked in an iron-factory. They produce iron-bars made for pretty much everything on this planet. My dad drove a pallet-jack, every day 8 hours, taking the already finished iron-bars and drives them to a big truck and unloads them in its trunk. He was a nice guy, every 2^nd Wednesday we played our favourite card-game together. It was Poker. Sometimes also mom joined our match, because we annoyed her 15 minutes straight that Poker is boring with only 2 people. But back to present you will not belief what is happening right now…

Free Writing 5

Living in New York

Hi, I’m Jakob. I am living here since my dads death. Here in the ghettos of New York. In the last 3 years everything changed for my whole life. I am hoping every day that my mom comes back home with some eatable food in her arms. I’m only 14, so I’m legally not even allowed to work, so I cannot help her. Well sometimes I am working with some illegal Mexican immigrants, in our neighbours’ cellar. Mainly we are washing clothes, sometimes but really rare we are washing cars. Yes, I am exited about this, because washing cars equals a lot of work so I get a lot of money. I mean 3.25$ an hour might not be enough to buy a ship but it is a good sandwich or burger. Then also my mom is pregnant by some unknown guy, well I don’t know him and he was never and I guess he won’t ever come to our house again. Still my mom is going into the city every day to get money. Mainly she is bagging in subway-stations hoping that someone fells mercy to her. God I am afraid of the birth of that kid. I hope that my mom doesn’t give the baby to birth in our house. So, if I’m not working, I sometimes go to public school or just stay at my house. It is not big just 4 rooms, a bathroom(only with cold water), my room( simply a bed, a table and a chair), my moms room(same as mine just a bit bigger) and the kitchen, which no one ever uses…

Free Writing 4

Random Hunt continued

… he knew that he was in his territorial, so he stopped running and went into the cops

direction. He expected that one of his gang members would hit the cop from behind while he

was talking to Fernando. But they didn’t just hit him they took a handgun and fired more than

5 bullets on the cop, who fell down on the ground. Fernando was shocked he couldn’t believe

what just happened. He didn’t say one word, he just ran away. He thought of that one

policeman who just died because of doing the right thing. Since that day he recognized that

what he did in his whole life is wrong, that the others, the enemies are doing it right. After

thinking about that a while he joined the Rio de Janeiro police. He mainly did his job well and

he didn’t feel like doing something childish he felt like an adult having a job. After 5 years

working there he bought a nice house not like his old barrack in the slums of Rio de Janeiro.

Living nice and having a better life.

Free Writing 3

Random Hunt

Fernando was running behind his own gang. The policemen were still hunting for them but

everyone was taking different turns in the tight streets of Rio de Janeiro. So the whole gang

split up in less then 3 minutes, only 4 gang-members were caught. But still one more

policeman was looking for Fernando, who was hiding in a blind alley behind some old

cardboard-boxes. He knew that in case that he‘d get caught, there wouldn’t be a way out of

the prison the next 5 years. So suddenly the policeman stopped just in front of the alley and

looked around. It seemed like he has spotted someone. Fernando’s heartbeat raised, his normally light-brown skin turned pale white. A cold water drop was running down his back.

He didn’t move, the policeman got closer and closer and he found one of Fernando’s piercings, he knew he was close. Then Fernando couldn’t deal with the pressure anymore.

He stood up and got out of his hiding-place, then he kicked the policeman on his legs, who

fell down to the ground afterwards. Fernando ran as fast as possible, as he has never before,

just to get away from the police. But what he did next changed his life…

Freewriting 2

Libya in Troubles (2010)

Libya:

Recently the American Government has sent their first airstrike against the Libyan soldiers, which are supposed to attack the Libyan rebels. The American Government couldn’t take it anymore because Libya was killing its own people and civilians. Other important nations refuse to help out in the critical situation. The meanings in the EU are also split; the United Kingdom agreed with the United States and they are about to send Support for the Rebels. But other counties try to act like they are not involved at all in this, like Italy. The Italian population has mainly refused to send troops into the war, because they don’t want war on their own. 47% of the American population agreed that the air striking was the correct thing to do and only 36% said that it was wrong. And even at the general international aim the American population is disagreeing; 46% said that Qaddafi should be removed and 43% said that the lives and the security of civilians are more important than Qaddafi. The consequences of the air strikes are not known yet and hopefully make Qaddafi clear about what he is doing.

Freewriting

Random Country 1 (Cameroun)

Cameroun, that’s where you want to be!

The beauty of the Cameroun coast and mountains like the Mount Cameroon with an elevation of about 4km, is nearly indescribable and amazing. Enjoy an awesome flight system with almost no traffic at the airports, the always shinning sun, the uniqueness between about 250 different ethnic groups and also excellent currency exchange rates. Very recommendable are for example the cities: Douala, Yaounde, Buea, Bamenda, and much more, all this beauty of course increase the tourist and their whole economy. But the best part about Cameroun is its good and large petroleum, coffee, cacao and cotton recourses. They still have unexplored oil-reserves somewhere in their country which is going to help them out now that the crisis in Libya blocks the oil-recourses of Libya.

Dream Boogie Parody (originally by Langston Hughes)

Loud Boogie

Good morning, mom!

Ain't you heard

The workers

of the new house?

Listen closely:

You'll hear them shout

Cutting steel and drilling wo--

You think

It's an annoying beat?

Listen to it closely:

Ain't you heard

Some more at the roof

Like a---

What did I say?

Whatever,

I can't change it!

Just gotta live with it!

Drill, drill!

Cut, cut!

Boom!

NO!

Greatness (Poetry)

Great Poetry

How Do I Love Thee?

By Elizabeth Barett Browning (1806-1861)

This poem is about how the author/reader works for both, loves someone/thing. She talks about all that she would do and give to love its love and all she would do to show her love to the other one. I think this poem is a “great” poem, because it has so much good imagery, in which u can feel and think of something in every line.

“I love thee to the level of everyday’s most quiet need, by sun and candle light.” This line is about how she would loves him, no matter if its day or night (sun or candlelight), and also how she loves him 100% the way he is, so she loves him simply the way he is.

“if, god choose, I shall but love thee better after death.”, this line means that if she would be assured that she could love him after she would be death, she would even kill herself for him to love him even more.

I find this poem very touching, and also a very good love poem since most of them are kind of boring and odd, but as I said before, I like the imagery and I think the author did a great job, so this is my poem of greatness.

3/3 poem Reading

Reading, its hated and loved,

for some it is a new world with endless possibilities,

for some it is a one-way-street,

people read to let go,

and to enter a new world,

tough many can't agree with that,

because their fantasy and creativity are like deep holes,

They are lost in their own small world.

Poem 2/3 My Skeletonic

Music, it spreads around,

with every sound,

people scream and shout,

they're feeling the crowd,

the people are loud,

the freaks are proud,

cause they know the sound.

Poem 1/3 Love is a slippery fan

Love is a slippery fan,

It is dangerous as a wet, slippery rock.

Like a fan it spreads around fast,

and people enjoy it, in present and past.