Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Example of Ending Rewrite
"Oh come on! We just got home! Can't I watch television?"
"No. It's late. So into bed NOW. End of discussion."
Baby Bear walked into his room after brushing his teeth and putting on his pajamas.
"Eeek!" Baby Bear screamed. "There's a monster in my bed!"
"What should we do." Mama Bear asked.
"Eat it?" Papa Bear suggested.
"Are you CRAZY?" Mama Bear yelled. "We could get monsteritis!"
"There's no such thing as monsteritis," Papa Bear said assuringly.
"Yes there is! I read Bear Magazine today and it was on the front cover."
"Honey bear! Look at our chairs and porridge!" Papa Bear called from the eat-in kitchen. "The monster must have destroyed everything of Baby Bears'!"
After figuring out the proper punishment for the "monster" (Goldilocks), the three bears walked into Baby Bears bedroom and stared at Goldilocks. Suddenly, Mama Bear smothered Goldilocks in thick molasses, from head to toe.
"That outta do it!" Papa Bear said. "Baby Bear! Get the feathers!"
Baby Bear hobbled over with an enormous bag of peacock feathers.
"Now to create a statue!"
It took 2 hours to crate their masterpiece. Once completed, they took the feathery Goldilocks ton the dining room to be a centerpiece. Goldilocks' eyes were shut and will never open again.
Example of Character Autobiography
You may not know me. In fact, you may not have ever heard of me. As you might have guessed, I’m going to tell you about my bittersweet life. It was bitter because somebody that was so dear to me died shortly after I was born. That somebody was very famous too. Life was sweet because, well, everyone can agree that life has its awesome moments at times. I tend to believe that solving mysteries was so much fun back in my days. Actually, it still is. Before I explain to you my lifetime, I must tell you some “fast facts” a.k.a. basic facts about me. They might seem totally boring, but I find them rather interesting and important to me. Yes, I know, let’s get on with it. To begin, I was born on July 10th, 1912. Sure that was the year the Titanic sunk, but that had no influence on my life.
I lived in River Heights, Illinois. As a matter of fact, I still do. In case you’re wondering where that is, it’s a Midwestern town near the Muskoka River. I have to admit, the town isn’t terribly large. Then, I was born! At first my parents didn’t know what to name me when I was born. I guess nothing seemed to fit my reddish-blonde hair, my sapphire blue eyes, or the cute little freckles that were dark close to the top of my nose but faded in color closer to my nostrils. I, of course, never knew I didn’t have a name. I was called “baby” or “little girl” until two weeks after my birth. It was about two weeks before the tragedy happened. I can’t get ahead of myself, so I first need to tell you how I got my name. My father tells me my mother thought it was the perfect name. She called me Nancy Drew. I guarantee it was a charming name and I was exactly at the right amount of adorableness to fit the name.
I filled the entire family with laughter and joy. Although I never expected it to end so quickly, it unfortunately did. Neither my father nor I anticipated it to happen. The happiness lasted for what seemed like a mere second. I know it felt like a blow in the gut for my father. This was when the tragedy occurred. Like I said, it happened two weeks after I was officially named. Even now, I get tears in my eyes whenever I think too much about it. My mother died at the age of thirty-seven. The famous Madison Drew died abruptly in her early life. My father, Carson Drew the town famous lawyer, couldn’t bear to attend her funeral, so he asked my new housekeeper, (she was hired a week before my mother’s death) Hannah Gruen, to take me instead. That might have been the reason the first word I said was to my father. That word got me sent to my room for a little more than one hour. I guess at the age of one, you don’t know the meaning of certain words. However, I was pretty sure the word “wimp” wasn’t as bad as my dad said it was cracked up to be....
Farther along in my life, my father had the brilliant idea to get married again. Yeah, I know, perfect for him, horrid for me. I couldn’t believe he was willing to do this! After all, of everybody in my family, he was the one who was hurt the worst. He said he was “scarred for life”. It was only two years later and my dad thought he was the brightest crayon in my coloring box… I couldn’t agree with him thinking either of those senseless philosophies. At that time, I was about three years old, smarter than ever.
The “breaking news” in town was that the most successful lawyer in all of river Heights was getting married… again. He was marring some snotty lady named, Alisha Yews. Although she was beautiful, I knew she was a pure witch at heart. She treated my father with great care; she treated me with fair care, but treated Hannah horribly. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I put an end to this mess. I knew I totally aggravated Alisha, so I used my talent. Naturally, I succeeded. Lucky for me, that marriage only lasted for approximately seven months. Ever since then, Hannah has been a motherly figure towards me and my father promised never to marry again. Secretly, I always have known that life seemed twenty times better without that terrible lady terrorizing my life….
I was soon able to start school at the age of four. I also went to preschool. I was always advanced in logic, math, puzzles, writing, and had a knack for having the ability to interpret clues. In high school, I was very popular. I had numerous friends. My best friends were Georgia Fayne, (Who is always quick to point out to people that she likes to go by, “George”. As you might have already guessed, she has been a tomboy since she was born with a full head of sandy brown hair. She is incredibly good with technology.) and Bess Marvin. (Who is very attractive with black hair, girly in some ways, good with tools, and loves fashion.) Believe it or not, they are actually cousins! They always loved to tell me who they thought liked me. I ‘m not good at realizing that so you can call it a blind spot.
After that, my life changed courses. I became town famous girl detective. Bess and George helped me solve many of my cases. I solved my first fifteen mysteries when I was eighteen. My later cases were solved when I was nineteen years old and all the way up until I was twenty-five years old. I never required money and turned down anybody’s money if they offered it. You’re probably thinking why. I’ll tell you why. It was because I would then be focusing on the money, not the case. Of course, I earned some money by working at the local pet store when they needed me. I remember that I had many serious mysteries that challenged me to put my knowledge to the test. Others, well, one was so ridiculous, somebody was about to sue their neighbor because he thought they had smashed all of his beloved zucchini! There was also a mystery that somebody was pretending to be a ghost and scare my friend’s great-grandmother, Miss Flora. I mean the nerve of some people! The majority of my cases were so hard that I had to use every part of knowledge that was stored in my brain! Life dragged on. My friend, Helen Corning, asked me to be her bridesmaid. I was twenty-three at the time, Helen was twenty-six. I began to be constantly bored with my cases. Mysteries began to become dangerously easy. Things began to change when I found something intriguing in the newspaper one morning two years after Helen’s wedding. A big, bold, black headline caught my attention. It was zany. Why? The headline said:
NANCY DREW HAS A TWIN SISTER!!!
I know super, super crazy! I couldn’t believe my eyes! I skimmed through the article, wanting to find out who my “twin sister” was. I got my answer. George, one of my best friends, was my twin sister. I guessed that if this was true, we were fraternal twins. I researched online our family trees. They exactly the same, ending and starting at the same place. One thing was good: Bess was my cousin! Ever since that day, things in my life have been sweet. It was phenomenal knowing my two best friends and I were related in some way. Things got better when I was twenty-six. My boyfriend, Ned Nickerson proposed to me. Three months later, we got married. Sequentially to that, I was hired as the Chief Detective for the police. I solved various cases. I loved every minute of that… of course. Oh, I forgot to mention, I didn’t get hired as the town detective. I got employed as the State Police! Yes, I agree, so, so incredible. I’m sorry. I “brag” too much. I remember a case where Ned was missing. I was forced to do what my friends call eavesdropping. I prefer to call it “staying informed”.
Anyway, a year after my “promotion”, I had my first kid. I named her, Nisani. Her nickname was to be, Nisi. She had the unusual color of strawberry blonde hair, like her mother. She had gray hair like her father. She was a mini-me… with her father’s eyes. Four years after her birth, I had another baby girl. Her name was to be Natalia. She was exactly like her father in every way. She had sandy brown hair, gray eyes, and skin color the color of sand with a light dusting of cinnamon over the top. Everything was exactly the same except for the gender. The two girls got along so well… Soon, they grew up. Before long, my little girls were all grown up. At the age of fifty, I became a grandma to Nisani’s baby boy.
Now, here I am, thirteen years after becoming a grandmother. I am evidently retired and am now writing this autobiography. It was entertaining for me to tell me my life story. I hope you will cherish this information for the rest of your life. Just remember, constantly think positively in the hardest times and always, always do your best in everything, you got that? Persistently think positive and repetitively do your best in everything and continuously think positive, and I mean everything, no matter how hard it is!... Just like I relentlessly did, or at least tried to.
Yours truly,
Nancy Drew
(Retired Girl/Woman Detective)
I lived in River Heights, Illinois. As a matter of fact, I still do. In case you’re wondering where that is, it’s a Midwestern town near the Muskoka River. I have to admit, the town isn’t terribly large. Then, I was born! At first my parents didn’t know what to name me when I was born. I guess nothing seemed to fit my reddish-blonde hair, my sapphire blue eyes, or the cute little freckles that were dark close to the top of my nose but faded in color closer to my nostrils. I, of course, never knew I didn’t have a name. I was called “baby” or “little girl” until two weeks after my birth. It was about two weeks before the tragedy happened. I can’t get ahead of myself, so I first need to tell you how I got my name. My father tells me my mother thought it was the perfect name. She called me Nancy Drew. I guarantee it was a charming name and I was exactly at the right amount of adorableness to fit the name.
I filled the entire family with laughter and joy. Although I never expected it to end so quickly, it unfortunately did. Neither my father nor I anticipated it to happen. The happiness lasted for what seemed like a mere second. I know it felt like a blow in the gut for my father. This was when the tragedy occurred. Like I said, it happened two weeks after I was officially named. Even now, I get tears in my eyes whenever I think too much about it. My mother died at the age of thirty-seven. The famous Madison Drew died abruptly in her early life. My father, Carson Drew the town famous lawyer, couldn’t bear to attend her funeral, so he asked my new housekeeper, (she was hired a week before my mother’s death) Hannah Gruen, to take me instead. That might have been the reason the first word I said was to my father. That word got me sent to my room for a little more than one hour. I guess at the age of one, you don’t know the meaning of certain words. However, I was pretty sure the word “wimp” wasn’t as bad as my dad said it was cracked up to be....
Farther along in my life, my father had the brilliant idea to get married again. Yeah, I know, perfect for him, horrid for me. I couldn’t believe he was willing to do this! After all, of everybody in my family, he was the one who was hurt the worst. He said he was “scarred for life”. It was only two years later and my dad thought he was the brightest crayon in my coloring box… I couldn’t agree with him thinking either of those senseless philosophies. At that time, I was about three years old, smarter than ever.
The “breaking news” in town was that the most successful lawyer in all of river Heights was getting married… again. He was marring some snotty lady named, Alisha Yews. Although she was beautiful, I knew she was a pure witch at heart. She treated my father with great care; she treated me with fair care, but treated Hannah horribly. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I put an end to this mess. I knew I totally aggravated Alisha, so I used my talent. Naturally, I succeeded. Lucky for me, that marriage only lasted for approximately seven months. Ever since then, Hannah has been a motherly figure towards me and my father promised never to marry again. Secretly, I always have known that life seemed twenty times better without that terrible lady terrorizing my life….
I was soon able to start school at the age of four. I also went to preschool. I was always advanced in logic, math, puzzles, writing, and had a knack for having the ability to interpret clues. In high school, I was very popular. I had numerous friends. My best friends were Georgia Fayne, (Who is always quick to point out to people that she likes to go by, “George”. As you might have already guessed, she has been a tomboy since she was born with a full head of sandy brown hair. She is incredibly good with technology.) and Bess Marvin. (Who is very attractive with black hair, girly in some ways, good with tools, and loves fashion.) Believe it or not, they are actually cousins! They always loved to tell me who they thought liked me. I ‘m not good at realizing that so you can call it a blind spot.
After that, my life changed courses. I became town famous girl detective. Bess and George helped me solve many of my cases. I solved my first fifteen mysteries when I was eighteen. My later cases were solved when I was nineteen years old and all the way up until I was twenty-five years old. I never required money and turned down anybody’s money if they offered it. You’re probably thinking why. I’ll tell you why. It was because I would then be focusing on the money, not the case. Of course, I earned some money by working at the local pet store when they needed me. I remember that I had many serious mysteries that challenged me to put my knowledge to the test. Others, well, one was so ridiculous, somebody was about to sue their neighbor because he thought they had smashed all of his beloved zucchini! There was also a mystery that somebody was pretending to be a ghost and scare my friend’s great-grandmother, Miss Flora. I mean the nerve of some people! The majority of my cases were so hard that I had to use every part of knowledge that was stored in my brain! Life dragged on. My friend, Helen Corning, asked me to be her bridesmaid. I was twenty-three at the time, Helen was twenty-six. I began to be constantly bored with my cases. Mysteries began to become dangerously easy. Things began to change when I found something intriguing in the newspaper one morning two years after Helen’s wedding. A big, bold, black headline caught my attention. It was zany. Why? The headline said:
NANCY DREW HAS A TWIN SISTER!!!
I know super, super crazy! I couldn’t believe my eyes! I skimmed through the article, wanting to find out who my “twin sister” was. I got my answer. George, one of my best friends, was my twin sister. I guessed that if this was true, we were fraternal twins. I researched online our family trees. They exactly the same, ending and starting at the same place. One thing was good: Bess was my cousin! Ever since that day, things in my life have been sweet. It was phenomenal knowing my two best friends and I were related in some way. Things got better when I was twenty-six. My boyfriend, Ned Nickerson proposed to me. Three months later, we got married. Sequentially to that, I was hired as the Chief Detective for the police. I solved various cases. I loved every minute of that… of course. Oh, I forgot to mention, I didn’t get hired as the town detective. I got employed as the State Police! Yes, I agree, so, so incredible. I’m sorry. I “brag” too much. I remember a case where Ned was missing. I was forced to do what my friends call eavesdropping. I prefer to call it “staying informed”.
Anyway, a year after my “promotion”, I had my first kid. I named her, Nisani. Her nickname was to be, Nisi. She had the unusual color of strawberry blonde hair, like her mother. She had gray hair like her father. She was a mini-me… with her father’s eyes. Four years after her birth, I had another baby girl. Her name was to be Natalia. She was exactly like her father in every way. She had sandy brown hair, gray eyes, and skin color the color of sand with a light dusting of cinnamon over the top. Everything was exactly the same except for the gender. The two girls got along so well… Soon, they grew up. Before long, my little girls were all grown up. At the age of fifty, I became a grandma to Nisani’s baby boy.
Now, here I am, thirteen years after becoming a grandmother. I am evidently retired and am now writing this autobiography. It was entertaining for me to tell me my life story. I hope you will cherish this information for the rest of your life. Just remember, constantly think positively in the hardest times and always, always do your best in everything, you got that? Persistently think positive and repetitively do your best in everything and continuously think positive, and I mean everything, no matter how hard it is!... Just like I relentlessly did, or at least tried to.
Yours truly,
Nancy Drew
(Retired Girl/Woman Detective)
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