Step-Out Writing

Welcome back to the 4th episode of Blog-Mania! Thank you so much for coming back! Once more Emily is here with some of her crazy cool writing! Emily, wanna take it away?

I would love to! Hi guys! Today I'm sharing with you some of my writing I did in a writing workshop. For the workshop we have to write a story and then step it out. "Stepping it Out" is when you take a classic story, change it up a wee bit, add some action, singing and dancing and bada~boom A bada~bing! You've got a stepped out story! Since I can't physically show you how I stepped it out I'm going to show you my story! Enjoy!

Once upon a time there lived a girl named Juicy Jane. She lived for juices. Acidic juices, sweetened juices, huge juices, mini juices, full of flavour juices, empty flavoured juices. All sorts! One magical day her mother told her to go of and sell their magic beans because they didn’t grow into a colossal beanstalk. Kind of like jack and the beanstalk.  As she was crossing the road she dropped a few of the beans. She just realized she lost them when she crossed over the wide road, so she ran onto the street to get them but a man grabbed her by the arm and stopped her. “Why did you do that!” “Because you’ld get hit. I see your beans. Do you want to trade for some juice?” “Juice!” said Jane. “I love juice! Of course! Here you go!” “Thank you.” said the man. “But be sure not to drink it.” “But the whole point of juice is to drink it!” “Not this one….” he bolted away. “Strange..” I thought to myself. “Oh well! I mean it’s still juice!” She walked back home.  

“Darling.” said my mother. “What did you get?” “I got juice!” “You idiot!” “But mother!” “But nothing!” she grabbed the juice, opened the lid and poured it outside on the failed magic beans. “Now go to your room and think about what you’ve done!”. I ran to my room and cried. But eventually I fell asleep.  

The next day I woke up I could hear sirens everywhere and I was wondering what was occurring. I hoped myself out of bed and went outside. “Walkey walkey walkey ah! I’m getting distracted. Let’s look.” I was outside and I was looking at the most hefty, enormous, colossal thing I ever saw….it was a beanstalk! “Mummy!” “Yes?” “How much can we sell it for?” “From the looks of it...I think around 4 big ones!” “What are big ones?” “Millions!” “Yay! Am I a fool now?” “Not at all my dear! If anything you're a genius!” exclaimed mum. “The only thing is we have to move while they cut it down.” “That’s fine! With all the money we have, we could afford to live in a hotel!”  

“Excuse me mam, I need to talk to you.” said a constructor. “Ok!” said my mum. I walked away. “The beanstalk is so tall we can’t cut it down. And it’s blocking the whole city's sun view…. But if we destroy your house we will be able to cut it down.” “This is a tough one.” “But if you do agree to you’ll get an extra 3 million for your house. So your total would be getting 7 mil!” “Well….go for it. We will be packed and moved in 2 weeks time!” But little did she know….the constructor was the giant from the beanstalk and there was something in there house he needed to get rid of!  

To be continued…...

Thank you for listening in! I will be back soon with Part 2! What do you think the next one will be about? Bye!

A Piece Of S.U.W (Silent Uninterrupted Writing)

Welcome back to the third episode of Blog-Mania! Ka pai for staying in this long! As usual, we are back with Emily! Take it away Emily!

Sweet as Blog-Mania dude! Today I'll be sharing with you a piece of writing I wrote after lunch for S.U.W. It is about how I personally think that jaywalking is a cruel and mean thing to call someone! Here's why....

Back in the day everyone would just walk on the road. You could just walk, anywhere really. Then cars came. No one knew what they were. They just came. The idea came that they were dangerous and they wanted people to keep off the roads so no one got hurt. Now “jay” ment a really really bad word, like if you called someone a jay back then it would be like calling them a bad swear word now! So back on topic, people were throwing riots to get these machines of the road and it got in the paper and the inventors saw it and said “We need something like a name that will tell people to get of the road but not literally. Oh! I’ve got! Jaywalker! Perfect!”. Then they told people, who told other people, who told more people and so on. So from now on they called anyone who walks were no crossing is or just walks on the road in general, they are automatically called a jaywalker! So what I think is that people just thought other people said so why shouldn’t I and that is a bad thing in my world. So that is why I, Emily, think that jaywalking is a rude and cruel thing to call someone.

Thank you for listening in and as always be sure to leave a good rating or feedback in the comments! Bye!