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Tragedy-Tragedy is the flip side of Overcoming the Monster: It's the tale of the villain spiraling down into evil and then being defeated by the hero. Here, release comes only with the death or destruction of the main character. The end, however tragic, is seen as just, even if we can sympathize with the villain and see some of his choices as right or forced.Booker's prime example for Tragedy is King Lear, in which the Tragic Hero realizes his fault at the end and repents - too late to be saved.Here are the stages for Tragedy: Summary: Luna is a 14 year old girl who lives in a shrine with her mother and young 5 year old sister Star. Luna has an unusual birthmark on the side of her right shoulder; of a black inked moon. And for that, her classmates had always made fun of her and have called her "cursed." Luna’s mother always assured Luna that "they" were wrong about her, that "they" will not understand how special she really is. Because later in time Luna will understand the reason for having such a mystical birthmark laid upon her. She will understand that Luna is the reincarnation of one of the most powerful person alive. A person that ruled the universe completely with "darkness" beside it. And so, It is unknown if Luna will follow the same path as well. IN the end though, Luna had overcomed the vicious path for which she laid captive and followed to her dream guy. Anticipation StageThe Hero gets focused on "some unusual gratification... object of desire or course of action." At this point, he is "incomplete or unfulfilled." 1-5 sentencesLuna is determined to find out her "ancestry" future for which had binded her with the horrible curse of the "Melanoid Moon." Dream StageLike in many other stories, the Tragic Hero gets "committed to his course of action" (Booker mentions Faust's Deal With The Devil as an example). There's no turning back now. However, at first "things go almost improbably well for the hero." Even if he's doing bad things, nobody seems to be catching on, or even if they catch on they seem unable or unwilling to stop him - he's "getting away with it." 1-5 sentencesThere no turning back in the path towards the darkness

Frustration StageThings start to go wrong... perhaps very slowly, "almost imperceptibly," but the Hero is starting to experience difficulties and annoyances. He may decide, at this point, to do "further dark acts which lock him into his course of action even more irrevocably."There may also appear some "shadow figure" which seems to threaten him (perhaps only in his imagination). 1-5 sentences

Nightmare StageBooker describes this stage better than I can: "...things are now slipping seriously out of the hero's control. He has a mounting sense of threat and despair. Forces of opposition and fate are closing in on him." 1-5 sentences

Destruction or Death Wish StageHe's about to go down, hard. This is caused by either "some final act of violence" or because of the various enemies he's made - the "forces he has aroused against him."The Tragic Hero's death or destruction releases the world around him from the darkness he had wrought, and the world without him rejoices. 1-5 sentences

Avid 5.10.10Sandy Aguilera Period 6 =Hell Tomorrow=

At twilight I occasionally go out for a walk on the patio of my marooned color house. I enjoy gazing at the shooting stars pass by as I imagine if there really is a world beyond this one. Since my mother would tell me about the, “Serenights” that invaded planets to find they’re place in life. Momma told me that the creatures of Serenights were tall beautiful people that are tall golden haired goddesses that wore white cotton clothes with mystical designs that symbolized their native language. All the women wore long slim skirts that covered the majority of there ivory colored legs. Momma even told me that grandma is half “Sere” as great grandmama was human and great grandpapa was a god himself. And so I every night I promise to pursuit into the quest to knowledge of such a enchanting legend. Day break is out and so I decided to go inside after a long watch outside. I often sneak in for this kind of circumstances due to my mom getting over-dramatic when I don’t wake up in my room. But this time I was late! Mom occasionally wakes up at this time, and so I was now in a state of life-or-death. Even one peep would cause my crazy mom to run downstairs with a baseball bat in her hands and yell “Raper!” to the top of her lungs. And so whispering, “slowly… slowly,” I reminded myself to take tip-toe steps. ‘Ughh~! Why did I have to fall asleep in my backyard again,’ I complained. But soon a feeling of relief was starting to enter my body since I was almost to the top of the stairs.’ Just a few more steps’ I frequently thought with my heart beating actively. Slowly I reached out my shaky right arm towards the door knob.

This is how far i go and you see what we can do wiht this story.-ali chan.

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 At twilight I, occasionally go out for a walk on the patio of my maroon colored house. I have long golden rod hair that reaches down to my knees and light sea green eyes that read “curious” that matches my smooth oval face. I enjoy gazing at the shooting stars pass by as I imagine if there really is a world beyond this one. Since my mother would tell me stories of magnificent these creatures called the “Serenights” that invades planets to find their place in life. My mom Karin, told me that the creatures of Serenights were tall beautiful people that are golden haired god and goddesses who wear white silk clothes with mystical designs that symbolized their native language. All the women wore long slim skirts that covers most of their ivory colored legs. Momma even told me that grandma is half “Sere” due to the fact that great grandmama was human and great grandpapa was a god himself. And so every night I promise to pursuit into the quest of knowledge of such an enchanting legend. Day break is out and so I decided to go inside after a long watch outside. I often sneak inside for this kind of circumstances due to my mom getting over-dramatic when I don’t wake up in my room. But this time I was late! Mom occasionally wakes up at this time, and so I was now in a state of life-or-death. Even one peep would cause my crazy mom to run downstairs with a baseball bat in her hands and yell “Raper!” to the top of her lungs. And so whispering, “slowly… slowly,” I reminded myself to take tip-toe steps. ‘Ughh~! Why did I have to fall asleep in my backyard again,’ I complained. But soon, a feeling of relief was starting to enter my body since I was almost to the top of the stairs.’ Just a few more steps’ I frequently thought with my heart beating actively. Slowly, I reached out my shaky right arm towards the door knob. My breathing breaks down to being uncontrollable for me to handle. And also, when these symptoms start to occur to me, in an instant, I get the hiccups. “Hicupp..hip..” then I briskly cover my mouth before it gets louder. Boy was I screwed right now for having this attribute. I pull the door down towards me gently and close it right after I’m inside. “Tick,” was the only sound that was made. “Few~w,” I sighed closing my eyes while caressing my forehead with my hand, “I made it.” Then I, went to lay on my cozy bed that I missed. I turned around so I could be laying on my back, and looked at the clock. “8:14 a.m. ” was the hour and I was beginning to feel hungry. I opened the door and quickly ran back to hide in my small dense closet. “Luna..Luna,” a dreadful voice called after me, “I just want to talk to you” It informed me like an ice cream sales man to a child. I pierced between a small opening between on my closet doors. I could see that mom was in a rampage again. She usually doesn’t do this kind of episode in the morning, especially in the morning when she is usually exhausted from work. My mom is 29 years old and gave me life when she was at the age of 15. Mom, aka Karin Amaya, has short brown punk’d hair that reaches down to her ears. Her fashion sense seems to be a mixture of young sophisticated office look to sometimes a richened mature teen with her multicolored contacts. I, for one, don’t understand how father could have fallen in love with her since she’s constantly deranged 24/7. But on the other hand I, don’t know him myself. “There you are,” she seemly smiled at me like a lunatic ready to charge at any second. I smiled, a smile that any other child would do when they know they’re going to get punished. I puppy-looked her with my big innocent animated eyes and curled my bottom lip like never before. Then, her expression suddenly changed sweeter and that’s when I realized something. Mom was sleepwalking again. At least once every two months this happens. But this has started happening frequently. Never in my state of mind, did I think that she was awake due to the fact that she was calling my name and somewhat normal. So now I need to make a choice: stay here and wait for a miracle to happen that’ll hopefully wake her up. Or run like hell before I’m utterly murdered. To me, the choice is clear, “Is that a 100 dollar bill on the window?” I declared making it sound believable. Mom excitedly turns around and screeches, “WHERE??” Vigorously, I kick the floor beneath me for a strong sequence. ‘Thump, thump..’ was the vibration of the floor getting pummeled by me as I bolted out of there. And I wasn’t planning on stopping, not even for the stairs. I solemnly tried to keep my balance to not trip, for that would be my last action in this world. Finally reaching the last step, I somehow made it to the living room where I was only 3 feet away from the door. “Almost..!” I screamed erratically with a big grin on my face. Barely touching the doorknob I..WHAM!!! “YOU WHO!IS ANYBODY HOME?” an elderly gently but loud voice asked as she kept adding pressure. Being crushed by a 10 pound scarlet oak door wasn’t as pleasing as I would’ve imagined it to be. Especially with the fact that my crazy mother could come down the steps. Trying to whisper I was only able to say, “he. Hello?” hoping that the elder person would hear me. “Oh why if it isn’t grandma” my little 5 year old sister, Star, announced while walking inside from the outside door in the kitchen. Extending out her arms for a hug, Grandmama replied, “Oh hi dear. I didn’t think anybody was home since, no one would answer my phone calls.” Star, heading to Grandmama Serenity, she ran as if she was a newly launched rocket. I was starting to feel numb allover my body and the movement in my body was no longer within my control. As my breathing was shortening, my eyes eyelids felt heavier than ever. And so that’s when I feel unconscious. ￼ “Is she okay?” said a familiar voice. “I don’t know. But maybe she had another attack,” answered another voice. I peeked to see what was going on but I still couldn’t move my arms nor body. It seems as if I had another attack again since Momma, Star, and Grandmama were surrounding me as I lay on my bed. I was precipitating an aura that’s highly abnormal than usual. I really didn’t know what it was until I turned to my right shoulder and saw what was the whole commotion about. The legendary curse of the, “Melonoid Moon” had returned to me once again. The Melanoid Moon is basically an inked full moon that is said, “that he/she who has this will be given a crucial life experience which will have no passage out of their destiny.” Or so, that’s what inscribed in the Serenights’ Law. I was originally born with this mark. It was eve said that I was the reincarnation of a maiden goddess named Ren. Who lived up to the age of nineteen before committing suicide. The reason for that was unresolved. And I fear that I will be fated to walk the same path as her and follow her every steps until the end. But at the age of 1, my father Albert, decide to performed a ritual that involved sacrificing his life. Father did it for me to have a miraculous and richened life that’s full with opportunities. But now, its back and I do not have any words to describe myself right now.A month has past since I’ve had this “curse” on me again but, nothing to me, has really changed. I always arise outside in the morning, like before, and school is still a dreadful environment that I am forced to inhabit. Recently I have finished my homework and I feel like heading outside to inhale some of natures’ fresh breath. So I put on my cozy white fluffy bunny slippers and lay on my patio, as I am accustomed to do. Then, I stand up and decide to go toward the park located at the corner of my street. But as I was approaching there, I couldn’t help but lock my gaze at this strange brown eyed boy wearing blue baggy jeans and a white and blue stripped t-shirt sitting on a swing. Multiple thoughts about him was circling every square inch of my insides that I couldn’t help mutter the word, “Wow..” He was that incredibly attractive. My hands became sweating as it was inside the pockets of me navy colored skinny jean. As my golden shirt was being reflected by the suns’ rays, I flushed in panic. A panic so powerful that it was something far beyond my understandings of this sensation flowing. And, as followed, so began my hiccups. “Hicc..hiccups!” covering my mouth with both of my moisten hands, I thought to myself ‘Oh know!’ for sounding like an idiot in front of him. Retreating was the only choice that I had, but I could not leave without saying a word to him. I just couldn’t do that. I had to at least hear his voice, at least once! So I sucked in my feelings, puffed out my chest and walk like a soldier in the army. He gazed at the sky above with an interesting look upon his face. I could not believe that I was approaching him. Every second felt like an hour until I was only an inch away from him. Finally, we were face to face. But as much times that I opened my mouth, no words could come out. He slowly turned his head gently, feeling disturbed by me eye goggling him. He moved his arced full pink lips and said, “Do you need some medicine?” Shocked by the response I only laughed nervously, as if there was no other choice but to do so. He probably said that for my super rebellious hiccups. Of course, that wasn’t the exact words I wanted and expected to hear. But I heard his voice, and that was what had made my day, on of thee best days ever. I have meet my prince in my fairy tale life.Everyday, was completely unexpected and I kept see the guy at the park. I found out that his name is Zero, fifteen years old but only older than me by four months so I’m sadly still fourteen. Zero wants to be an astronomer and he loves playing sports. In fact, he plays varsity soccer at our high school and of course, I go every time to watch him play at his tournaments. Everyday has been going great with him. Going to the movies, shopping together, the tender kisses we encounter as our lips touch, just everything! But not everything is perfect in my life. Recently, its been a hell hole at home due to the fact that my condition has been getting worse. Frequently I’ve been waking up with astonishing blood red cuts on my arms and legs. Momma says that it might be because of the curse, but I assure her that it must have been because I ate oatmeal cookies the other day. Though I only wish it were true though. Three more months have past and now I’m stuck in this stinking place called hospital. Who knows how much longer I’m going to have to stay here? I mean, Its already been a week since I checked in. And it seems like I’m practically living here. Ughh I want to see Zero again, but sadly, I haven’t heard anything from him since before here. I only hope he’s ok. I would be devastated if anything would happen to him. Like what has happened to grandma.September 6: Its now been 5 moths of what the time I’ve spent being here. And I have given up hope of being dismissed and sent home. I have also found out that, my love, Zero died one day after my first night in this facility. It is presumed that the temperature rose below zero at night while he feel laid asleep outside on the patio of my house as he waited for me. I can blame no one but myself for that one. I will never be happy…Within one year of treatment and my condition has not gotten better. Doctors are astonished by the fact that I’ve survived this far. Something that someone would even considered to be like “a miracle.” But I beleave that it the Serenights spirit that’s run down in my family that is protecting me. And not destiny that is keeping me alive. But my little sister Star will not be forgotten as my mother is the only one left beside me.November 29: Every day is hell and everyday someone precious to me has died. Its true, “that he/she who has the ‘Melanoid Moon’ will be given a crucial life experience which will have no passage out of their destiny.” That, I have learned that the hard way in which has brought me to the only solution. I have decided to relinquish my life. And join Star, Grandmama Serenity, Momma, and Zero up in the sky. Including, gracious God Grandpapa and Dad, who I have always kept dear to my heart. I was freed by a simple knife shot to my heart as I bleeded to death. The joy I felt was so powerful that two tears rolled down my cheek as my spirit fled free. I finally had “happy” ending to my fairy tail as a true goddess. Earth, to me, was always a hell tomorrow. THE END