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Title: Creative Writing Portfolio 20062007 Forest Park

Creative Writing Portfolio 2006-2007 Forest Park
  • Cornelius Aaron
  • 12th
  • Mrs. Dowling

Click here to view my portfolio
  • I would like to thank you for coming to view my
    portfolio. Most of my works are of a comedic tone
    and hopefully you find them somewhat humorous.
    Thanks again for coming to my portfolio and I
    hope you enjoy it.

Table of Contents
Table of Contents
  • Portfolio 2
  • Doctor...
  • The First Pet Bird
  • School Play
  • If Vegetables Could Talk
  • Dear Robert Herrick
  • Clyde
  • Jack
  • Poem 2
  • Reflections
  • Portfolio 3
  • Identity Swap
  • When I Really Think About in Class
  • Superstitions or Gullibility?
  • When Nighttime Hits
  • Robots to Humans
  • Can You Imagine…
  • Autumn
  • Life
  • Dirty Room
  • All The Fix-ins
  • NO FRO Script
  • Mark Decision
  • Reflections
  • Portfolio 1
  • Being A Pen
  • Swimming At The Local Pool
  • J to N
  • Fireworks
  • My New Helicopter
  • Skating On A Friday Night
  • Comedic Poems
  • Rhyming Stalker
  • Reflections

Being A Pen
People do not know how hard it is to be a pen.
As paraphrased from Kermit the Frog, Its not
easy being a pen. As a pen I am constantly
shaken. I feel my liquid insides go up and down
my body. I feel like my nerdy user who is shaken
by his bully everyday. Also that darn clicking
get on my nerves, seriously. I get a headache
every time my user clicks me during class. My
brain, spring, just goes up and down and up and
down like a roller coaster. The other thing that
bugs me is when my user uses me! He drains all
of my blood, ink, and puts it on his stupid
paper. Does he want me to die so he can pass his
class? He needs to think more of me like he does
his family. Luckily, I am able to be refilled
unlike my ancestors.
Swimming At The Local Pool
I felt extremely sick while I was sitting by the
swimming pool. I just sat back from eating a
quadruple cheeseburger from Big Ole Joes
Sammiches. My stomach felt like a roller coaster
as I walked back to my seat. As I sat there with
the Superman ride in my belly I started to think.
I thought about how I would soup up my new 2010
Lincoln Navigator. Yeah, I got it three years
early because of my time machine…oops...forget
what I just said. After the ride in my stomach
was over, I finally decided to get into the pool.
As I was back stroking, I felt a bubble land on
my eye. I quickly stood up while I closed my eye
to rub. I continually rubbed, until my eyelids
were red. As I opened my eyes, I looked to see
what was bubbling. Of all things, it was a
hillbilly taking a bath in the swimming pool! I
quickly jumped out the water to avoid the
indecent exposure. I had the worst day at the
pool ever is what I was thinking not knowing it
would get worse. I was walking back to my chair
as a little kids ball rolled under my foot and I
slipped and fell breaking my back. I sat there
and yelled for help. I heard others go off
running to call 911 and one of the kids asks,
Are you ok Mister?
J to N
Dear Napoleon Bonaparte, Man I just finished
of the Greeks today. The Greeks did not know hit
them. My men and I went to the battlefield and
just owned them. I killed about 100 men, well we
actually I just sat back and watched on top of a
hill. That is beside the point of us winning.
My clever tactics of waves of 1000 men worked
perfectly. They were hit with 1000 men every
five minutes. Good thing the fight lasted 17
minutes because my fourth fleet grew tired and
went to sleep, ON THE BATTLEFIELD! Well other
than my accomplishments, I hope your holding down
your front against the Germans. I heard they
will have a new leader in future years. Oops
yeah, do not listen to what I just said I was
only joking. It is not like I have a time
machine or nothing…uh Im just rambling…yea that
is it Im rambling. If you need help just write
back and I will send some troops over the Alps
and through the other countries to help you. Ok,
I have to go my wife is cooking for the first
time ever. Good luck. Your
Friend, Julius Caesar
I remember my first fireworks show, We had no
matches, and we had lighters, So we all sat and
wondered how to start this fire. Little Johnny
came over with a pair of rocks, He dropped them
in front of me. I was able to scrape sparks from
them and, Finally light those fireworks. As we
all sat looking in the sky in astonishment, We
say that we had mixed sparks with stars. It then
came down to the last firework, Which we called
the Kiss of Emerald. We watched that firework in
all its splendor and, Then went on with the night.
My New Helicopter
A bee flew into a helicopters windshield. The
pilot decided he must get it off so he used his
windshield washing fluid. As his wiper blades
went back and forth he took his eyes of the sky.
He looked out over the beautiful scenery of
polluting factories. He swore he saw one smoke
cloud that looked like Richard Nixon. He
double-took and looked back down. He saw two
cars slam into each other and he then thinks of
his physics problem back in the Twelfth grade. He
saw a huge explosion as the cars slammed into
each other. He swerves to avoid the tire that
shot up in his trajectory. As he continued on he
saw the police on the scene already since the
police officer was chasing one of the cars. He
was flagged down by the officer to give a
testimony. The pilot lands on an old mans house
scaring him half to death. He got out of the
helicopter and went toward the cop. They held a
very long discussion and then he was told to
shove off. Little did he know that he would be
for ever grounded because the old man trashed the
helicopter by pulling it of his roof with his
Ford F-150. Now his multi-million dollar
helicopter is destroyed. This ruined his job
because he is the owner of a famous helicopter
escorting service. He was forced to go bankrupt
because neither the old man or insurance had to
pay for his loss. It was an unfortunate case
since he had just bought the helicopter two hours
Skating On Friday Night
By day we are students, by night we are roller
skaters and bladders. Friday night my friends
and I went skating. We went to the Cavalier
skating rink in Stafford, Virginia. That night
we all were having a good time going in circles.
We laughed, joked, played, and had fun as we
caught up with one another. Malcolm and I
continually raced while bobbing and weaving, like
boxers through and around the other people (of
course I won every time). We took a little break
when the girls who we were with sat down. Once
we were rolling again, he was struck with an
idea. He thought it would be cool to get a
picture of himself skating. I agreed to it
thinking to myself that everything would be fine.
As we were skating, I bent down a bit to get a
good picture. After I took the picture, I ended
up head butting a kid skating in front of me.
Two things fell at that moment, and I was not one
of them. It was the camera and the boy that
fell. I felt so bad I stopped to pick up the
camera and I was going to help the boy up, but he
was sitting on the side already. At that point,
my friend and I were laughing about what
happened, and I watched the boy every time I was
back on the side where he was sitting. He gave
me glares and stares as if I was some child who
was in trouble. He was talking to another kid
which made me hope that he wasnt plotting
against me. I figured that they probably wanted
to attack me when the kid pointed me out.
Thankfully, I was wrong because I did not want to
have to fight them off. The camera my friend
brought luckily did not break into pieces, but it
did stop turning on. From that point on, I
learned do not take pictures while your skating,
because it can turn out tragic for someone or
Comedic Poems
On the Hunt Again
No Love for Froggie
He is taking a snooze He has nothing to lose He
has nothing to gain Because thing will still be
the same He dreams of a life Where he had a
wife He can not get one Because of his hump
attracts none
Low in the brush Hiding is a must So low you can
almost touch If not seen you will be crushed All
you can say Is that your hunting your prey It
will be another day That you will have fillet.
Rhyming Stalker AP Eng 11
I started this essay hoping it was fine, to get
extra credit for rhyming each line. In this
essay we can not be crude, so let me start with
what my person likes to do. My person is not an
academic dork, and my person does like to play
sports. My persons sport deals with water, and
it started in the third quarter. If you think my
persons sport deals with swimming, then I know
for sure your brain is swimming. Hint hint my
person uses biremes, which also may cause some
grunting. I take it that that clue has not
helped, I thought you all would have guessed.
You know what heres what I will do, I will help
you out with another clue. My persons
background isnt boring, because their background
is a quarter foreign. My person has family from
the Caribbean, a two word country that rhymes
with potato pecan. Wow by now I think you would
have known, from the looks of it it has not
shown. Here you go the very next clue, maybe
this time you will know who. My person loves
using colors one after anotha and, to show an
objects true splenda. This may not be my
persons career, but this talent needs to be
revered. Still have not gotten it, do you live
under a rock? I must say that you really out to
be socked. Ok, I will give your brains one more
rattle, after this one I think I will skedaddle.
My persons favorite color is what she wears you
know this because it is in my persons hair. No
more clues shall be told, and my rhymes are
getting pretty old. As you know my poem is to
rhyme, now I am coming upon the ending line. Now
every in the class says, my person is Laurel
  • The Conflict Story was the hardest to write. I
    could not think of a good story that followed the
  • I liked a few of my journals. I thought that I
    had great ideas for the few topics I chose.
    Plus, the stories are a bit humorous.
  • I am definitely not including the Conflict Story
    because I felt it was my worst story.
  • He dreams of a life, where he had a wife, but he
    can not get one, because his hump attracts none,
    is one of my favorite lines because it is
    humorous and would make he reader smile. Malcolm
    and I continually raced while bobbing and
    weaving, like boxers, is another one of my
    favorite lines because of the simile that
    actually works in this case.
  • The writers strengths are their ideas but the
    weaknesses are grammar and organization.
  • I actually would extend my poems because I had
    fun making them. I also liked them since they
    were humorous and I would love to extend that and
    make my readers laugh or smile even more.
  • I would convert one of my journals into a poem
    and give it a different touch. It could be
    short, sweet, and to the point, or long,
    interesting, and descriptive.
  • I would say that my poems have my personality in
    it. They are short because I am lazy and they
    are humorous because I like to be funny.
  • They said that the articles they read were good.
    They also said that they were humorous.
  • Dr. Seuss would like to read my poems. They are
    humorous like his poems. My poems also have a
    twist in some of them which is also like Dr.

Well, Doctor, its like this. I was playing
basketball during recess. You know how the poles
are in the ground outside of the cement right?
Well, I was playing pretty horribly that day. As
I was going in for a lay-up I was tripped and I
feel into the dirt patch behind and under the
hoop. I got up and felt a strange pain in my
right hand. I looked to find a cut on my hand
that was in the shape of MJ. So I got up and
went to the nurse for a band aid. When I came
back outside I made five shots in-a-row. I was
so excited that I figured that this was my Like
Mike story. As time was running out for recess
the score was tied. Of course my teammates gave
me the ball because I was hot. I shot the ball
and air-balled. I found out the other team gave
me those shots and lay-ups because they felt bad
for me. I was no different than I was before the
cut. So I threw away my Like Mike movies as
soon when I got home.
The First Pet Bird
One early morning I woke up and decided to start
my day. My wife and children were all still
asleep. I flew over to the water to take my
bath. After I splashed around in the water, I
decided to get something to eat. I flew down to
the ground and started poking around through the
ground. I found a few nice juicy worms and
brought some home to the family. We all are
sitting in our home eating when our starts to
shake. We all have no clue what is going on till
we look and see this boy destroying our property.
We fly around him to stop him from destroying
our house but he continues. Eventually, he cuts
down the tree and our home falls to the ground in
pieces, leaving us homeless. We venture inside
his house and tell his parents. We all go
outside and his parents spoke to him. George
did you chop down the cherry tree and leave these
birds homeless, his father asked. He replied,
I cannot tell a lie. Yes, I cut down the cherry
tree and left them homeless. He turned to me
and said, I apologize for the inconvenience. As
a matter of fact, you can live in my room. I
agreed and that is how birds started to live in
School Play
Dressed in a disguise, I was Pilgrim Bob for the
school play. We were going to hold the play
during school right after all the lunches. As I
was walking with my lunch tray, my costume was
dragging on the ground. I attempted to pull it
up but I missed. The next time I tried it was to
late some one had already stepped on it. My body
jerked forward and my tray backward on to the
costume. To top it all off, the costume ripped
as I was jerked forward. I was jerked forward.
I was so mad I flipped out. I turned around and
started yelling at the person. When I stopped to
see who it was, I noticed it was my rival,
Foreigner Joe, in the play and real life. That
made me even angrier. I took his tray and
smashed all the contents on his face. This
turned his smiling face into an angry one. WE
then started fighting right there in the
cafeteria. We were throwing punches, kicking,
smashing each others heads, and any other thing
we could thing of until security broke us up. We
went to the principals office to explain our
case. It did not work, we both got 5 days
suspension. We then pleaded to at least do the
play and he said okay, as long as we did not
fight again or it would be 10 days instead of 5.
As we ran back we did not look at each other
once. We got back just in time for the play to
start. Right as the curtains opened, the Alumni
from 2006 came on stage and ruined the play
scenery. Then they tortured some of the
characters making them very nervous. The play
was cancelled and the Alumni were escorted out.
This WAS the WORST day EVER!
If Vegetables Could Talk
If vegetable could talk I would have trouble
eating them. It is almost like eating your
hamburger as it talks to you. I would still
dislike the vegetables I dislike now but I would
have to disassociate myself from them if they
gained the ability to talk. It would be scary to
walk down the aisle at the grocery store and hear
a carrot whisper to you. You look along the
aisle and see no person their. You then hear the
whisper and start to find out where it is coming
from. You then learn that a carrot was
whispering to you so you could beg him. It would
be odd to hold a conversation with your veggies
at the dinner table. Youre trying to enjoy your
dinner and it speaks to you all the way down your
throat. You also hear the screams as you chew
them up.
Dear Robert Herrick
Dear Robert Herrick, I really enjoyed your poem
you wrote to the ladies. I was talking with some
of my associates the other day over a cup of tea.
We were all saying that we should hurry up and
get married. We all said we wanted beautiful
wives between the ages of 18 and 21. Since all
me know that that is when women are in their
prime. I especially like young women because…I
am sorry my mind goes off some times, but back to
the matter at hand. I found the poem to be
sophisticated but yet simple. I know this may be
contradictory but that was how I perceived it.
Maybe I am saying that the words were
sophisticated but the meaning was simple. Using
your rhyme scheme of virtually ABAB, you created
a simple rhythm that was hard to notice. You
perfectly used your metaphors to your advantage.
It helped me understand exactly how you felt
about this crisis. I am glad you took the
initiative to explain this predicament to the
young ladies out there. Hopefully many young
ladies do not see this and think they should go
out and become ladies of the night. It would not
be good at all to have a child that is having
sexual relations before they are married. It is
unchristian like which is another thing that I
felt was a great part about this poem. You kept
the religious aspect of life into this poem.
This poem will definitely help them understand
how important their future needs to be
handled. Your Friend, Cornelius Aaron
Clyde Get Down Johnson is on his way to the
disco club. He is going to the new disco club
called Groovy Moves on Hip Street. As Clyde
strides down the street he chose to wear his
orange shirt and blue bell bottom jeans with his
white platform shoes. He passes by all the
flashing neon lights of the local businesses and
clubs and you see his afro change to all the
different colors. Purple, pink, green, red, and
blue were some of the colors, dying his hair as
he walked. He passes the gas station right up
the corner of the Club called Keepin Ya Movin.
He then gets in line to go into the club and he
notices his best friends favorite liquor store
called Bad Day, Good Night. He is then called to
the front of the line by the bouncer. Clyde is
the best dancer in Muchsoul, Chicago. He is
treated like a celebrity in all the clubs. Clyde
enters the clubs and immediately hits the floor.
After about two hours, he decides to go and have
a chance to rest. He sits at the bar, orders a
drink, and looks on all the people to see who he
will dance with next. One lady in particular
catches his attention. She has a beautiful face
and body that every guy in the club has noticed.
As he gets closer he notices that she is his
girlfriend, Disco Donna Smith. He confronts
her as she is kissing on the man she is dancing
with. DONNA, he yells, What are you doing
here? What are you doing with him? What about
us!? Oh, she pauses, Well I came here to
dance because your moves are getting stale and I
decided were through, and she continues
dancing. The guy then says, Yea CHUMP! Clyde
looks around and sees everyone staring at him so
he walks out in a hurry in anger and humiliation.
He walks home because if he runs he knows he
will break an ankle in his platforms. He gets
home and
Clyde (cont.)
trashes his place from all the things that
reminds him of her. He throws it all in a trash
bag and sits it out on the curb to be picked up
tomorrow night. He then lies down to listen to
Boogie Nights to soothe him to sleep. He wakes
up the next morning finding out its 1052 AM.
This will be the third time this week he is late
for the third time this week and his boss told
him if he was late one more time he would fire
him. Clyde decides since his life is already
ruined he mind as well skip work and look for
another job later. He gets himself ready for the
day and then goes out for lunch. He recognizes
an eviction notice on his door as he goes lock
the door. He goes to the corner store to get
some thing to drink on this 80 degree afternoon.
As he drinks his Sprite and a strange woman walks
up to him. Clyde figures she wants to talk to
him because of his status so he starts fixing
himself up. She walks over and says, Hey arent
you that guy Clyde? Why yes I am and may I ask
who you are, replied slyly by Clyde. Oh ok so
youre the one who got humiliated when you found
out your girlfriend was cheating on you. Now I
know who you are. By the way, my name is no
concern of yours, because you are a nobody, she
said and walked away in disgust. Clyde has once
again become humiliated and decides to go home.
His whole life has come down in less than 24
hours. He decides to take a nap and sleep off
some of this horrible day. As he is napping he
hears a loud knocking at his door. Then he hears
a loud boom and the door flies into his home. He
starts to get out of bed as he is beaten down
with punches. He is then wrapped up in his
comforter and dragged out of his home. He is
then thrown into the back of a van and knocked
unconscious from a vicious blow to his head as he
lands. He later wakes up to be wrapped up in
chair in a pitch black room. Clyde struggles to
Clyde (cont.)
free but without the ability to see he can not
figure out how to do it. He starts hoping with
the chair and eventually it tips over and he
falls flat on his face. He rolls the chair over
and then hears a strange voice on the PA
system. Welcome to your new home Clyde, it
said, hopefully you will enjoy your eternity
here. Why are you doing this to me, he yells
back hoping for an answer but does not receive
one. Clyde sits in the dark again struggling to
get free and for a minute feels as if his hands
are free. He lifts to hands to find out they
were wrapped twice. Clyde then does the only
thing he can do, sleep. When he wakes up he can
see red and blue flashing lights. Clydes spirit
rises as because he knows they are here for him.
Clyde hears the police say, Alright you
desperate little hippies give it up because your
time is up. Your little movement is over, so
just come out peacefully and this will all be
over. There is no need to take drastic measures
since you claim love and peace. Kidnapping is
NOT VERY PEACEFUL! Ill give you to the count of
ten before we break the door down. One, two,
three, the cop counts. In that time Clyde hears
a door open and kidnappers running toward
him. Four, five, six, the cop continues as the
kidnappers untie him. Seven, eight, nine, the
cop says then stops as the kidnappers open the
garage door. One kidnapper grabs Clyde and puts
him in the hostage position while the others
start to shoot at the cops. He hears all the gun
shots and cringes at the fact that he might die.
He continues to be walked forward when he finally
notices he is outside. He then sees all the
carnage. Then he notices the chief because he is
wearing a different hat than the other. The
chief shoots towards Clyde. Clyde looks at the
bullet go in slow motion
Clyde (cont.)
like time was being stopped. Clyde watches his
life go before his eyes. Then he hears the
bullet hit and he drops to the ground still in
the kidnappers arms. Clyde hears the shooting
stop and opens his eyes to see blood all over his
face and shirt and swears he is a goner. The
chief walks over and says, Are you all right
son? Clyde replies, No sir, cant you see Im
dead? Son, he says while smiling, You arent
dead you just have blood on your face. I shot
right past you and killed the guy that was
holding you. Ive got a nice shot, ey? Clyde
laughs it off and gets up. He gets into the cop
car and he is driven home. On his return home he
goes through his door less house and decides to
go to sleep after his long experience of,
hurting, struggling, and sleeping. Clyde learns
from his experience that life is short and he
should live life to the fullest. Clyde gets a
new job at Keepin Ya Movin because he loves
dancing and has lots of fun. He is doing a lot
of hoping and waiting, for a new woman in his
life. Finally, Clyde decided that he would stay
as far away from hippies as he could.
  • Here is a poem
  • Its about a guy named Jack
  • You probably dont knowum
  • But this guy is full of crap
  • He loves to tell a lie
  • But he never knew that
  • one day his lies wont fly
  • And he be stuck in a trap
  • This trap was the thing
  • That finally got him caught
  • Who knew he would bring
  • The illegal stuff he bought

Poem 2
  • Sometimes people dont know what to do
  • So they try and try but they dont get a clue
  • That thing, that thought it just does not come
  • In my case its this poem called poem number two
  • It makes me wanna just throw my shoe
  • Ill sit back and watch and talk about how it flew
  • I really hope that it doesnt hit Drew
  • Maybe if hes lucky I wont throw my glue
  • I sit here and look at the background which is
  • I see how much this poem actually grew
  • I re-read the poem and see that half of this
  • So if your near me just hope your names not Drew.

  • As a writer I have gained much knowledge over the
    semester. I
  • learned to put gerunds into my writing. I also
    learned many
  • different types of genre allowing myself to
    extend out of my
  • comfort zone of writing. I started to use more
    dialogue in my AP
  • English 12 Class. But, in my case I now quote
    more in
  • preparation for the AP Exam. I would say my best
    writing is my
  • Historical Fiction. I would say so because it is
    the most elaborate
  • and I had fun writing it. I felt I had the most
    fun with some of the
  • journals. Sometimes they were humorous,
    sometimes they were
  • serious, and sometimes they were outrageous. I
    think I would
  • need to continue to learn more techniques to
    spiff up my writing
  • and I would need to learn more genres in case I
    need to write in
  • one of those genres in the future.

Identity Swap
  • If I changed my identity I would be a villain.
    Id be tremendously mean. I wouldnt be nice AT
    ALL. I wouldnt come to school and I wouldnt
    help people in need. Maybe ill call 119 for the
    heck of it. Id beat people up with any thing I
    could find and I wouldnt show any remorse. I
    would yell at everyone I saw. If I saw someone I
    didnt know Id slap them and walk off.

When I Really Think About in Class
  • In School
  • I sit and I think about how the day is almost
    over. I think about what I will do when I get
    home and what I have planned to do that night.
    Usually, I am trying to figure out whether I can
    play video games or not. As I venture out of my
    head I am in an uncomfortable seat. The desks
    are too small for the average height person.
    Then I think about how I do not want to be here
    in school. I could be home sleeping, playing
    games, eating, or even reading just so that I was
    not in school.

Superstitions or Gullibility?
  • I dont believe in superstitions. It doesnt
    mean I will go around breaking mirrors, walking
    under ladders, etc. But I wont walk around
    scared to do this or that. I step on cracks and
    my mothers back is fine. It makes people believe
    in fake things. People spread it around like
    rumors to make people scared of doing what they
    love. People are just pretty gullible these days.

When Nighttime Hits
  • At night there are people still hanging out. We
    all know we have school in the morning but we do
    not care. We would rather continue our fun.
    Sometimes we play basketball in complete darkness
    with light only coming from passing cars.
    Sometimes we just sit around and talk. You will
    always see smokers outside smoking of course and
    the cops looking to pull over suspicious kids and
    cars. The cops are always out and driving
    through my neighborhood. I suppose because there
    is something hot here.

Robot to Humans
  • Humans which are our creators are becoming
    obsolete. They pollute the air using their cars,
    factories, and habits. This air they pollute is
    the same air they breathe. So virtually they are
    committing suicide. Machines like us robots just
    run on a non-polluting power source, electricity.
    Whether it is battery power or from a regular
    power outlet, that is how we survive.

Can You Imagine…
  • A clock, and just look at that thing
  • It saying 202 and it still doesnt ring
  • School without all the rules
  • no you cant because that would be too cool
  • A dude as tall as this room
  • A dude as small as a mushroom
  • A world without peace
  • A would without streets

  • Brown grizzly bears swim
  • Fall brings fish jumping up falls
  • Snack time for the bears

  • To live a long time means
  • to be sad starting off
  • But ending off happy
  • is all a person wants
  • Denied from a school to
  • the birth of your new baby
  • Example of bad to
  • good of events in life

Dirty Room
  • How can you live with
  • Shoes all over the floor man
  • Clothes hanging on doors
  • Papers in the messiest piles
  • And the yells of your mad mom

All The Fix-ins
  • Mutter, putter, says the big car
  • choke, choke, goes the human being
  • Just like a car needs fixing
  • the Heimlich maneuver fixes too.

NO FRO Script
  • Are you tired of wasting tons of money on
    getting your hair braided? Are you too lazy to
    get your haircut or just dont have the time to
    get you haircut? Well heres the perfect product
    for you. NO FRO gives you the ability to cut
    hair to the desired length instantly. The longer
    you spray the shorter your hair, the shorter you
    spray a little bit of hair will be gone. Youve
    seen me in the FRO GROW commercial
  • (Scenes from FRO GROW commercial)
  • where I instantly grew a fro from this amazing
    product but now Ive spent thousands of dollars
    on getting my hair braided. I had to get my hair
    short for an event and needed it done quickly so
    I sprayed it on and WALLAH. Need your hair cut
    for a wedding in one hour
  • (Clip of guy in groom suit with a fro)
  • No problem!
  • (Guy now has his hair cut)
  • Your boyfriends hair is too wild
  • (Clip of a guy with a wild)
  • No problem…cut it while hes sleeping
  • (Show woman cut it and provide a disclaimer)
  • Just call 1-800-FRO-COMP (1-800-376-2667)
  • Only 20.00 included in shipping and handling.

Mark Decision
  • Biography 
  • Jim is six years old and carries his teddy bear,
    Mark, around with him everywhere. He lives in a
    Maine with his parents in a Suburban
    neighborhood. He did everything with Mark until
    the day his friends made fun of Mark. Jim had to
    choose between his friends and Mark.
  • Monologue 
  • How could they not accept you? I have been with
    you for five years, and they want me to abandon
    you now! I just do not think its right for them
    to do that to us. I mean Linus walked around
    with a blanket so why cant I walk around with
    you? I just do not understand why they are being
    so cruel. I mean, you being so cute, cuddly, and
    soft and me so small and cool. I guess I have to
    decide. Keep you and loose my friends or drop
    you and have fun with them.

  • As a writer I developed many techniques from my
    English teachers on how to write. From ways to
    stimulate writing to broadening my writing it has
    all paid off. I think my best pieces of writings
    are my poems because they are humorous. I also
    like my journals because some are also humorous.
    I feel my strengths are my ideas but I do not
    always organize them in a good way to capitalize
    on a great paper. I learned that I was a better
    writer than I thought which makes me happy. Once
    I get better at organizing my ideas my papers
    will be better than ever.