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Staging # 9: One day in Death's Life

Hello! An update almost immediately! Incredible, no? XD Well, this time brought a series of interconnected paragraphs I had to write for the kind of expression of speech (the name is longer, but bah ...). Are in English, yes, the originial pq is in English the teacher, and they translated for another job the other class (JAJAJA am the queen of creative recycling XD) but according to opinions are entertained =D tienen a mi personaje de la muerte como protagonista ( Grim Reaper ) y... y eso po, enjoy XD.

This story belongs to me. It has no title but whatever. Don't steal it. It's mine. My precious... (sorry estoy aburrida XD)

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Hi there everyone! This is Ange talking, and now is MY turn to shake things off in this LJ, *wicked laugh* and I’ll do it with the translation (or more exactly ‘version’) of a work we had to do for Mrs. Yamila’s class (a.k.a Yamidala XD), which consisted in writing three paragraphs with some methods. The three of them are connected, and they all are about a story of mine with no title, but with Death as its protagonist (I created it BEFORE I knew about Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" ¬¬ and it has nothing to do with it), her ‘helpers’ and a Life Spirit called Rociel.  Well, enjoy… if you can XD

Method Nº1: Paragraphs based on facts or data:

“Last afternoon at 19:30, the personnel of the retirement house ‘Don’t Follow The Light’ lived a terrifying experience after one of its hosts, known by his calm and composed temper, called all the nurses and doctors yelling in desperation that Death was in front of him to take his life, together with a blond winged angel-like man with a camera and a microphone. The elder, whose name was Ellias Hackman, age 64, had never presented any abnormal behaviour before, and his health (physically and mentally) was one of the best among all other hosts. That’s why his reaction was totally unexpected, and doctors failed to explain why suddenly a perfectly healthy heart stopped beating a few minutes after he did the previously mentioned commotion. The autopsy did not reveal any malfunctioning in the man’s organism, and some nurses are wondering if Mr. Hackman’s last words were actually true. Superstitions? Who knows.. .?”

Method Nº2: Paragraphs based on physical descriptions:

  The frame moved to the right, focusing on her eyes and only on them; revealing their unusual black pupils and red iris. Then it moved below, this time showing her nose and cheeks covered with a so pale skin that it was incredible to think that actually there was blood running through her veins. And who knows, maybe there wasn’t.

  “Do the ‘scary skull’ thing!” he asked enthusiastic, driving the frame away to focus on her whole face. She frowned and ignored him, walking away. The frame followed her shaking as he ran to her, giving an angled vision of her black tunic and her legendary scythe, protagonist of innumerable scary stories.

“Come ooon, Grim… just one time and I won’t bother you anymore…” and he focused the frame on her eyes once again, but this time they were full of anger. “Pleeease, the skuuu--….” The frame suddenly focused on the floor before a big clatter could be heard. Then a silence invaded the atmosphere, and then the frame focused now on half of his face, revealing a blue eye (with purple around it), a scratched face and blond hair.

“And that was ‘One Day in Death’s Life’ Thanks for watching us.”

The frame turned black.

  Method Nº3: Paragraphs based on life experiences:

“What was the question? What happened to my documentary film? Nah, I throw it away because documentaries are for lame people. That and… the fact that Grim Reaper broke my camera. Ok, maybe I really wanted to be a journalist, but I lost my story after Grim got mad at me when I followed her when she was about to take a soul in a retirement house and I fell onto an old man who was supposed to die sleeping -for being a good man-, but then he woke up and started yelling “It’s Death! Death has come to take my soul! Help! Help!” and the poor man died in panic surrounded by doctors and nurses with needles with tranquilizer instead. I think the only thing left for me now is to follow her with tape-recorders or pen-drives and a notebook (I have a gift with human artifacts! Neither Grim nor Mondgeist could ever turn on my pen-drive), which are safer and quieter. And even if Grim doesn’t want to help, I’ll ask Hela (even though she hates me), Thanatos (if I ever find him) or even Odin (even though he’s scary) to help me, but I WILL make that ‘One Day in Death’s Life’ documentary!

He he, I’ve got a bright journalist future upon me…”

And that was all! did you like it...? *cri-cri* Well, I didn't expect you to do so, and whatever, it's past midnight and I'm sleepy and I've got to get up at 6 tomorrow so deal with it, I'm just an innocent girl and I can not think of anything Better by now (I lost the original copy so I HAD to write it all over again TT).

Thanks for reading anyway (if you did).


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I copied as is the LJ of work we had to do XD I think it would be cool to begin to use the LJ cut ... filth and better take care of space in my journal XD. Au



revorios ^ ^ ~ Ange F.

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Staging # 8: A Terrific Scientist

This is just a beta version of a Paragraph i had to write for my class with Mr. Inglés Leo. I wrote it in the test after trying to answer all the other questions (i didn't get the nicest score, but it wasn't because of this item) so don't expect anything great. And it wasn't suppose to be a story, just a lame paragraph, but i just can't help but write them. I love writing stories, it's my favourite hobby ^^.

This is mine. But it has nothing good, so i don't know why i even bother.

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When he decided to be a writer, he was not aware of the amount* of difficulties he would have to face. He could not sell his novels to any publishing house to begin with: his style did not fit into any commercial standard.

“Those weird novels will not bring you any money nowadays”, they said. He was unable to believe this was true after getting the best grades at college,  but considering their opinion, he tried to write what publishers told him to (easy-to-read love stories or standardised fantasy). However, then his writing was not as ‘natural’ as they would like to, and his particular style (or ‘strange and riddiculous’, as they called it) was still showing up, therefore, he soon got fired.

With his professional degree as a journalist, he applied to an assistant work for a newspaper, yet his duty was so miserable and boring that he just could not do it properly. His mind was always in his novels and his characters always replaced the news protagonists, so he find himself fired one again.

One day, one of his former publishers saw him (after many years without even remembering him) working in a fast food restaurant. He was repeating himself something like “Maybe I should have studied medicine as my father wanted” over and over, and the restaurant owner told the publisher he was like that after getting fired for the 10th time from a publishing house.

Definitely, if he had known the difficulties he would have to face as a writer, he would have been a terrific scientist.

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PS1: We weren't suppose to use contractions, that's why it's weird somehow (plus the mistakes).
PS2: I'm writing this here because i wanted to see if Multiply works as good as LJ when it comes to online journals, and I Did not Have anything else to post, Otherwise I'd Have Written Something a lot more decent (But I've got no time! >_\u0026lt;).