Assignments-FAKKU School of Literacy

Anyway, here's your assignment for today. Write 3 poems with this format.

1st Line: Consists of an abstraction, plus a verb, plus a place.
2nd Line: Describes attire
3rd Line: Summarizes an action

If you need an example, here's how I did mine.
https://www.fakku.net/viewtopic.php?t=25663

If you need any clarification on anything, just ask.

Here's the next one. Write a free-style poem.

Be sure to remember these important values!
-Flow
Flow is very important, make sure it works and that there are no bumps or lumps or cracks in your poem.
-Theme
Try to stay away from themes you usually write about, try something new! New is what you need to be open-minded!
-Originality
Using something as an idea is nice, but it's better to close your eyes and imagine something, no?
-Format
Avoid the temptation to just randomly write! Try a format or make your own up!


If you need any types of format, here's a neat website I found.
If you don't understand what the format is like, just Google some, like I did.
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/571666-Poetry-Formats

Any who, next assignment is a story. Do a story with lots of details, and it should have a deeper meaning embedded within. Like this:
https://www.fakku.net/viewtopic.php?t=37245

...It needs to be enjoyable and should make the reader sway in emotions while reading it. If you've got any questions, feel free to ask.

Also, don't forget the basic writing laws, and try not to make too many errors. (Such as spelling, punctuation, etc, etc)

Don't forget the values of: flow, theme, originality, and format.

Write about a time in your life from the past. Describe it very well and put your emotions into it. Try something different, rather than just writing it in first person.

Writing Scenario
A man is walking down the street when he suddenly stops and bolts in the other direction.

Writing Task
Write a narrative about this scenario.

Okay~ Zeph gave me the permission, so here goes, my first assignment.

write a poem. here's the format...

every stanza consists of 4 lines. and the rhythm must be

a
a
a
a

b
b
b
b

kind of thing. The minimum length is 5 stanzas, and it must be about love/hate! XD

I might as well start giving some lessons...

Comedy: Something you made for teh lulz

It could be anything you want it...

There's many joke material scattered on the internet, Also Anime and Manga mostly had this kind of content.

There's collection of jokez here if you want it..

http://www.sharewarecentral.com/download/77/16003/365-funny-jokes-i-20 07.html

My opinion about comedy

I think comedy makes your story much more easier to read, provide better entertainment, also stimulates your brain to be more creative.

Write a story about an event of your love-life, from the viewpoint of the person your affection was given to. It doesn't have to be extremely realistic, you aren't going to be able to mimic his/her feelings and thoughts, but don't turn it into something unbelievable.

Loudness of a scream, silently filling the corridor
Tattered shirt lying aimlessly
Cries for a saviour, fall on deaf ears and muted breath

Approx. time: ~5 min.

Jericho looked at the lock of his apartment in contempt. Every day he came in after eleven o’ clock, he magically couldn’t open the door.

“Fuck. Kathryn doesn’t come home until midnight. Shit!” He said as he punched the metal door. His face contorted with pain as it registered throughout his hand. He massaged his bloodied knuckles as he leaned against the door…
And fell into the apartment.


“Just what the hell are you trying to pull?!” Kathryn said in her angry matron-like tone as she looked down at the prone figure on the floor.

“I’m sorry. You know this room is pissed at me. I can never let myself in this damned place after eleven. I think it’s-’’

“No more superstitious crap, okay Jerry.” She said, cutting him off as she returned to drying her hair. Jericho had just noticed that she had gotten out of the shower. Her auburn hair always looked better damp, but she always felt the need to style and blow-dry the crap out of it.

“And besides, you’ll have to learn to let yourself in. I’m only making sure I’m here before you are for your first week here,” She said as she entered her room and Jericho craned his neck to see her. She undid the velvet sash on her robe and shrugged her shoulders. The robe began to slide down her back before she turned around and yelped, “And your wall still stands, you lecher!” She said as she slammed the door to her room shut.

“You’ve got to drop this Jericho’s Wall bullcrap, Kathryn. It gets weird when you quote mythos from dead religions every day. And besides, A: We’ve been going out for a smidge over six months, and B: It’s not like anything you have to show me will be surprising. I do own a computer you know.”

“WHAT?! What did you say?!” Kathryn screamed through the thin wooden door. He could hear the old rickety floors move as she stood up. Even the slightest movement made a symphony of creaks in the apartment, and it often lead to half-hour weight discussions. The two of them were in great shape though, running to college every day. Her insecurities were cute, though. He didn’t mind them.

“Kidding, Kathryn. Kidding,” He said in an unusually soft and collected tone. He slowly made his way to her door, cringing at the creaks of the wood beneath him. He placed his hands gently on her door, “I’m not that big of an asshole though, to force you into doing something like that.” His voice rose in volume and he smiled, “My computer’s broken anyway.”

“Jerk” Was all he heard through the door. He smiled inwardly and swept his hands across her door as he stepped away and pulled out the sleeper-sofa on the couch. It wasn’t much but it didn’t matter. He was close to her. He took his backpack off of the floor and placed it next to Kathryn’s. As he settled into his sofa, he threw his pillow off the bed and stripped down to his boxers. He stretched out on the bed and turned onto his side before closing his eyes.

“Won’t force, huh? Not very manly.” He heard through the door. He smirked and whispered to himself.

“You know me.” With that, he fell asleep

Jericho woke at around four like he always did. He rose and rubbed his neck slowly. That bed still took some getting used to. He sighed and walked over to the duffel bag that had a paper on it reading †˜Jerry’s Stuff’ with a heart on it. She was excited to have him here, she just rarely showed it. He smiled as he slid the paper off of the bag and took out his shirt and pants for the day. He slid on the olive drab cargo pants and fastened the leather belt that was already looped through.

“Do I care if these clothes are dirty?” He asked himself as he grabbed hold a shirt and pulled it from the bag. The shirt had long sleeves and was a khaki color. On its front was a small, production line snarky motto reading †˜I don’t care’.

“Guess not.” He said as he pulled the foul-smelling shirt over himself. He took a can of air freshener off of the TV stand next to him and gave himself a spray. The scent of lavenders mixed with the stench of body odor. Jericho gagged at the mingling of the two and walked into the kitchen to get breakfast. Moving his hand to the top of the fridge, he groped around. Finding no cereal boxes, he muttered and opened the fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon.

“Now I gotta make breakfast for two, otherwise I’ll get harped about it at dinner. If she even decided to make any for me.” He said into the air as he turned on the stove and began cracking the eggs into a skillet and laying the bacon next to them. When the electric burner glowed a dull red, he placed the skillet onto it and within a few minutes, the eggs and bacon were sizzling. Pleased with his work, Jericho picked up the eggshells he had littered about the room and threw them into the sink. He leaned against the counter and poured himself a glass of apple juice as the food slowly cooked. He poked it around with a spatula every few minutes and, when satisfied, removed the food from the heat and dished out two eggs and two slices of bacon onto two dishes. He carelessly threw the pot into the sink and took a dish in each hand as he made his way toward Kathryn’s room. He opened the door smoothly and made his way to her bed. He placed the dishes on her nightstand and slinked over to her bed. He sat on it and lay down next to Kathryn. He looked at her sleeping face in wonderment. She was the one for him and he could tell, though he was only 18. He figured after 17 years of doing nothing but being a wingman that when he finally did get a girl, she would be a keeper.
He loved how her hair looked when it wasn’t all done up. The chin-length auburn hair perfectly framed a face with high cheek bones and not too full lips. Her face had an exotic look about it that Jericho loved. It matched her personality.

“Hot damn even when you’re asleep I can’t stand ogling you.” He said faintly as he moved closer to her face.

“Who said I was asleep?” She said just as faintly, a devilish grin sprawling across her face. Jericho’s face flushed and he shrank back away quickly, nearly falling off the bed.

“I-’’ Jericho began before Kathryn held up a hand. She opened her eyes, brilliant blue irises that he could swear added extra light to the room. She extended a hand and pulled him back to his previous close proximity. Before he could throw in any explanation, she plugged his nose and kissed him. He felt her tongue probing though his mouth and he could almost taste her morning breath. After a few seconds, he ran out of breath and pulled apart as he inhaled sharply.

“Bo-ring. That was ridiculously short.” She said in a disappointed tone as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“Hey, you caught me exhaling.” Jericho said in his defense. Kathryn’s eyes rolled and her eyebrows arched in an expression of †˜oh sure’.

“You smell bad.” She said after a few seconds. He nodded in agreement before throwing a retort her way.

“And you have morning breath. Maybe that’s why I ran out of breath so fast. The very taste of your breath leeched the air from my lungs.” He said, eliciting a chuckle from her.

“Or maybe you just have the lungs of an eight-year-old girl.” She said accusingly. Jericho shrugged.

“Maybe. Breakfast is on the nightstand. I’m gonna go take a shower and get some clean clothes on. My shirts don’t always tell the truth.” He said as he pecked her on the cheek and stood up. He began stripping down as he walked out of the room, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. By the time he reached the bathroom he was down to his boxers again and saw a folded shirt and pair of pants on the toilet. He smelled them.

“Clean. Why the hell did I put these here? Whatever. I’ll take what I can get right now.” He said as he slid off his boxers and climbed into the shower, closing the frosted-glass door behind him.


Kathryn’s shoulders slumped as Jericho left the room. The smile vanished from her face and she savored the short banter they shared as she absent-mindedly prodded her eggs with the fork left on her plate. She heard the shower start and sighed as she climbed out of bed, leaving the food to drown in a puddle of egg yolk. She made her way into the living room and sat down on Jericho’s bed, turning on the television. The emotion-less face of the news anchor filled the screen with the current news.

“In other major news, the Bentus Federation has broken off all communication with Hiigara after being accused of hostilities on the eastern border. It is still widely believed by military brass that the Bentus have been aiding the Kadesh monarchy in their drive toward our capital city. The following cities are suspect to attack within the next week.” The anchor said as a list of city names crawled across the bottom of the screen. Kathryn watched the names slide by apprehensively. Not seeing †˜Tarkim’ on the list, she sighed and relaxed as she turned the T.V. off and lay down on the bed. She smiled when she heard the shower turn off and heard Jericho grunting as he nearly lost his balance on the wet tiles. He opened the door and walked from the steamy bathroom with a towel pulled taught around his waist. Once he noticed Kathryn’s violet pajamas on his bed, he quickly retreated back into the bathroom and began to close the door before he barely heard Kathryn whisper

“Don’t go. Please stay here.” She choked out as mental conflict tore apart her mind. Jericho started making his way to the bed slowly.

“What happened to Jericho’s Wall? What about everything you’ve been telling me about the right time? What about the-“

“Jerry, stop it,” she sat up and Jericho could see the tears welling in her eyes, “There’s a war going on right now and we are still in range of an air drop. I don’t know how much longer we can spend together. I love you. I want to prove that to you. Before anything can stop us.” She said as she reached for his towel. Jericho quickly stopped her and pulled her body against his.

“You don’t need to prove anything to me, Kathryn. I know you love me as much as I love you. You don’t need to prove it to anyone. I told you I’ll wait last night. I meant that, if it’ll make you happy. That’s all that matters to me. We’ll wait, and if they end up dropping here, then I’ll make sure you can escape, or I’ll die trying.” He said as he felt her tears on his shoulder. He felt her whole body shaking and he put a hand to the back of her head.

“What about me? What about what I want?! I don’t want you to die protecting me. I want you and I to live, to love, to feel the world around us, and each other. We can still run from them. Please, Jerry. Don’t offer yourself up as some kind of sacrifice for my sake, because I’ll have to live with that forever.” She said between sobs.

“Kathryn. I don’t intend to die, and if I lose you, I’ll always find you again. I’m good at that, Kathryn. We stay here, where we live together like we both have wanted to, and if anything bad happens, we can leave. Above all, I will make sure you get out of here first. That is my proof of love.” Jericho said with the utmost resolve. He felt a heat welling up within him. He was sure that he would never speak more true words in his life.

“Jerry. I’ll fight for you. I’ll scar the planet and kill the stars for you. That is my proof of love,” she reached again for his towel, “Please, Jerry. I want this. It just took me up until now to realize it.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Jericho replied uneasily as the towel parted and fell to the bed. He reached for her shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. With unexpected force, Kathryn pushed Jericho down to the bed and straddled him. He looked into her brilliant blue eyes. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen was now. She leaned down and kissed Jericho before their souls became crossed, as the stars were.

Three Hours Later


Jericho inhaled sharply as he let himself fall to the bed, slick and spent. Kathryn sat next to him with a devilish grin on her face. He smiled inwardly and wiped some sweat from his brow.

“I didn’t think the human body could bend that way.” He said as he stood up and went to his pack, putting an olive-colored shirt on, and then sliding on a pair of boxers.

“It wasn’t anything special, Jerry. The positions, I mean. Not the act.” Kathryn said, trying to catch herself.

“I know. I just always wanted to say that after sex. A teen fantasy of mine. Good times.” Jericho replied as he pretended to stare into space. Kathryn hit him on the back of the head as she crossed into the kitchen and Jericho went into the bathroom. The comfortable silence that once filled he room was replaced by a loud tinkling sound and a few grunts from Jericho as he finished up. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands before leaving the bathroom, drying them on his shirt. Kathryn had a mug of coffee in hand and another sitting on the counter next to her. Jericho began toward the kitchen as a loud droning rang through the city and the noir film on the television was replaced with the Hiigaran emergency broadcast signal.

“Attention citizens, this is not a drill. Please report to your designated evacuation points. The city is being air-raided. Repeat, this is not a drill.” Kathryn’s eyes widened and Jericho inhaled deeply as he walked to his pack and opened the top pocket, pulling out a police service pistol and two magazines for it. He fed the first into the chamber and pulled back the slide. His face almost demonstrated complete calm before he heard voices down the hall and doors being kicked open, followed by sporadic bursts of gunfire. Jericho swore silently and began wracking his mind for a plan. He had never been in any situation like this. Police training was one thing but these were well trained soldiers. He waved Kathryn over and sat her down on a chair.

“Trust me. You’ll be okay,” he said before kissing her forehead, “I promise.” He finished before moving to the side of the apartment door, breathing heavily.

There was a thunderous crack as the lock of the door flew off and the Bentus fireteam moved into the room to see Kathryn in her underwear with a pitiful look in her eye. The leader leveled his gun at her chest.

“Sorry, lady.” He said as Jericho left his hiding spot. He ran up behind the soldier and grabbed his right hand before pulling it back and across his back, then kicked him in the back of the legs, dropping him to his knees. The fire team all trained their weapons on Jericho, who had the muzzle of his pistol firmly buried in the leader’s scalp.

“Back off or I’ll redecorate the floors.” He said as he pulled back the hammer with his thumb.

“Take him, you idiots!” The leader said before Jericho pulled the trigger and rolled to the side. The leader’s head exploded as a fullisade of bullets tore apart where Jericho just was. He pulled his survival knife from his boot and drove it into the gut of the closest man. He put the soldier in between himself and the remaining two men as he twisted the knife and pulled it out before kicking him into them. As the closest man grabbed the dying one, Jericho put two rounds into the rear guard’s chest, and then jumped at he last remaining man. They wrestled each other to the floor before his lower jaw was strewn across the room. Jericho spat the man’s blood from his mouth and looked to Kathryn, who was holding the leader’s breaching shotgun. They shared a quiet moment of peace and looked each other in the eyes. Jericho knew then that they had reached a point of no return. It was time for him to make good on his promise.

“Let’s go.”

I’m only making sure I’m here before you are for your first week here,”

"I’m only making sure I’m here before able to you are for your first week here,”

"I’m only making sure I’m here before you are able to for your first week here,”

"I can only get off of work early for this week, so after Tuesday you'll have to be able to let yourself in."

Write about a time in your life from the past. Describe it very well and put your emotions into it. Try something different, rather than just writing it in first person.