Free Write Uno
Mr. Mayo played this weird music, and my mind wandered. This is what I wrote:
I don’t know what to write . Where is Mr. Mayo getting this music? It’s disturbing. Creepy. Violent. Mysterious. Strang. Frightening. Mentally disturbing. The Holocaust. Germans! Tokio Hotel! Ubers ende der welt! Schrei! Tower. Clock. To late. Out of time. What the meow meow? Can’t think. Trapped. Alone. Scared. Lord of the Rings. Eragon. Yellow Submarine. Sea of Green. Beatles. Nowhere Man. Backwards. Forwards. Forwards. Up. Down. Time. Sands of Time. Shifting. Scary. Afraid. Chemicals. Horror. Thank goodness it’s over. 1 more minute. Beat. Black. Cloak. Brass. Leather. Greenday. Cold. Free. Live. Change. Scream. Young. Flight. Wings. Joy. No boundaries. Run. Fly. Go. Charlie the unicorn. Kidney. Dinosaur. Great escape. Forget. Fire. Ashes. Ember. Glowing. Radiance. Burning. Heat. Crisp air. Snow. Fear. Cold. Premonition. Changing. Shifting once more. Saving. Fang, Max, Angel, Nudge, Iggy, Total. Maximum Ride. The Angel Experiment. School’s out forever. Saving the world and other extreme sports. The final warning.
I was personally interested where my thoughts led me. First, I was listing words of what the music reminded me of, then I started to shut out the music and think differently. I listed stuff like “free”, “fly”, etc. That’s because I was listening to different music on the radio, and it reminded me of different things. I pulled some words from the lyrics, and some words are related to things that I write about in my stories and such. That thing about Charlie the Unicorn… that’s because I randomly glanced around my desk and pulled that form a small comic that I drew. After I wrote “Max, Fang…..” wrote the titles of the Maximum Ride books in order. I’ve found two different titles for the last book listed: Maximum Ride: The Last Global Warning Warning or Maximum Ride: The Final Warning. I don’t care what it’s titled, I just can’t wait for March 18th, 2008, because that’s the release date. I know where I’ll be that day—the book store. Just saying.