Creative+writing

Procedure

1. Answer questions 1 to 4 2. brainstorm 3. re-organize your words and phrases into sequential categories. 4. character development 5. Do a plot outline 6. Write your rough copy 7. proof read and revise 8. good copy (Hard Copy on Paper) 9. Do questions 5 - 8 10. publish/share

Positives:  1) people could live a lot longer.  2) economy would be helped.  3) Lives would be saved.  4) money could be made  5) knowledge would extend to great lengths  Negatives:  1) corruption would occur  2) people would fight over it  3) over population would occur  4) wars might be started  5) religion might disappear because no one would die and believe in afterlife.

 3. Describe the setting.  It is only a few years in the future, in Florida, USA. The mood can be

 4. What is the main conflict? Man vs  The main conflict is with the descovery of the fountain, the whole world starts to go crazy over it.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">5. How does the main character change over the course of the story? He changes what he thinks of the public and his attitude towards different things.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 6. Describe the use of Irony in your story. when he wakes up for the final time, he is relaxed but it gives him a feeling of doom.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 7. What symbols are present in your story? The graffiti on the road was a symbol of actions of the public and fear.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">8. What is the theme of your story? How fear from events can affect the public.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Brainstorm <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Florida, fountain of youth is discovered. Jake wakes in dumpster, gets out, goes home(parents), reads headlines say fountain is discovered, doorbell rings, its julian, time to get to psycology class, finishes class, gets through his rough nieghborhood to get to meeting in studio(short), during it fountain is mentioned, jake thinks about fountain once meeting is over, goes back home and reads paper for article on fountain tests(affects have been tested), goes to room(describe) to go to sleep, wakes late and looks at paper, sees article about fountain, skips reading it, goes out to meet julian and finds graffiti in middle of road about fountain (decide what says), goes through neighborhood and many people raving about fountain, gets to julian(he's talking about it too), asks him what he thinks about it, tells jake what he thinks while going towards the university, sudden loud explosion, rush and find out its the mayor's house(who's now dead), goes home and stays in room for rest of day, next day reads in paper that explosion was caused by bomb placed by crazed mob, goes off to bussiness class, wakes up during class to sound of fire bell, evacuate to find mob is burning the whole campus, runs away with julian to house, discuss the world and public in almost fear, music guy rushes in (says he's hiding), knows the story behind the mob(about fountain), turns on TV, news reporter telling about political conflict over fountain already with North Korea, Jake tells the guys they can stay the night at the house, next day they hear on the TV that korea has decided they want the fountain indefinetely and have already rolled out troops, parents decide they need to get out of florida and start packing, the guys head out and search the ravaged neighborhood, surprised that there is no damage to their house, parents come up behind in car, have to leave music guy behind, drive out but run into mob, drive away but roads out of city are destroyed by THE PEOPLE,

<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;">He awoke with a start, to the sound of gunfire and police sirens. Typical, he thought, and with that he began to recall where he was and how he got into the dumpster in the first place. As he climbed out he asked the same thing he asked himself nearly every day: Why not go home and sleep in that nice big king-size you have, Jake? You're 19 years old now and you need a good sleep. It didn't matter, he was just happy to be alive like every day. The sun indicated that it was sometime around noon, so no rush. He started to jog home to Linkway Avenue through the back alleys. An average person would advise against it in this neighbourhood but Jake had a rather large reputation. He was pretty tough, he thought to himself, but there was always a bigger, tougher guy somewhere.

Jake made it to Linkway and walked up to, what a random bystander would say, the nicest house on the street. He went straight past the kitchen to his right when he heard the ambient sounds of his mother cooking. "Jake!" His mother called. "Hi Mom." He replied. "Where were you last night?" She asked as she came into the hall in an apron. "Well, I woke up in a dumpster near the fire hall." "Oh that's terrible," She said,” How did that one happen?" "Come on Mom, it's not the worst I've ever woken up in."  "Well, okay, but how did it happen?"  "Not exactly sure. Just leave it alone." "Fine, but just this once." She stated.

Jake walked up the stairs, turned left and was almost at his room when he heard the familiar: "Work hard and express yourself, you might actually wake up in your own house once in awhile." "Have you made that line your official greeting to me, Dad?" Jake asked his father, who didn't even look up from that computer screen that he could have been married to. "Yes, I take the time to think about what's important." His dad replied, still looking at the screen. “You need to spice your life up a bit." Jake said, “And maybe it was expressing myself in the first place that was the problem." “I’m happy with what I'm doing now, thank you. My job isn't as boring as you think." "You just keep telling yourself that and I'll keep judging you."

Jake continued the few steps to his room and opened the door. It was dark inside so he reached to turn on the light but decided against it because he knew he could lose himself for hours in there. He went back downstairs and his mom told him he should look at the paper. "They say they've discovered the fountain of youth, only about a hundred miles from here." His mom said as he picked the paper off the counter and read the headline. "FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH DISCOVERED" It read... Just then there was a ring from the doorbell. Jake got his books and headed for the door. "Come on man, we're going to be late." Julian said when he opened it. "For what? It's not like you care immensely about psychology." Jake said with a smirk "Today I do" He replied. "Why?" "I just feel good about today" "That's not like you." Jake said. "Doesn't matter. Hurry up."

After psychology class, Jake split off from Julian with a few see ya's, and started heading to his meeting with Marco. Marco was a DJ for one of the local clubs and Jake had been talking to him for a few weeks now about his own music and a possible job. He rode back home on his bike through his neighbourhood and about ten minutes overall. It was really almost a ghetto, there were some homeless crowded around a burning trash can and what looked like a gang exchange going on in an alley. He thought about it often, so why did his parents pick here to live?

He arrived at the studio building where he was meeting Marco and went in. Marco wasn't a big guy, about 5'5" or 5'6", but he had that real sense about him that made you uneasy if you didn't know him well. He was waiting in the main mixing room, doing some work for someone else when Jake walked in. “‘Sup, Jake." He said in his Afro-American accent. "Hey Marc. So how's the deal on the job?" Jake asked. "Not good bro, it isn’t going to happen. Too many variables, and I really got a bad vibe today about that headliner. Have you seen it yet?" Marco was quick to the point sometimes. "About the fountain? Yeah I saw it, but I didn't read it through." "It's bad man, but screw it; it isn’t what we're here for." Marco played him some of his works and asked him what he thought about them, then Jake left and went back home.

When he got home he read the article on the fountain. It said that the water had the power to reverse aging effects on the body and revitalize mental capabilities if taken in larger doses. He thought about it after he was finished reading. What could this mean for the world? The public was reacting to it rather in a bad way he thought, thinking back to Marco. How would the place react to such news? It could go any way. He imagined what he would do if he had access to it, maybe go back a year or two. He headed upstairs to his room past his dad's office and opened the door. He switched on the light and admired what was truly his in the world. A king size memory foam bed, professional standard drum kit and synthesizer, four high quality guitars, a speaker system to kill for, the fastest PC you can buy on the market, and his enormous CD collection.

It was late, so he kicked back in his bed and stared at the three empty bullet casings that lay on his side table. He remembered the whole terrible story that stood behind them, about his friend Nick, about who the three bullets were meant for. It all started when him, Julian, and Nick doing a bit of cleaning up for a group of college grads. It turned out that the grads had set them up. The grad gang had done some dirty work and wanted to frame them because the three had developed a bad reputation between the gang. While the guys were working they came from behind and shot them, but for some reason they only brought three bullets; one for each person. Jake got it in the thigh because he saw them a fraction of a second early, but Julian got it straight in the back and Nick to the head. Julian managed to pull through after a few weeks in critical condition, but Nick...

Jake shook his head. He still couldn't even bring himself to think about it. After the incident, Jake went back to the scene and found the three casings which still lay there. He also found the grads guilty, for first degree murder and conspiracy against life. Then Jake faded off to sleep.

He awoke with a start, like always, but calmed down when he remembered where he was. It was around 11:00 AM, early morning today, so he got up and went downstairs. The newspaper was lain out on the counter in a mess; his dad had probably been at it. He forgot about breakfast when he saw the headline: FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH, GIFT OR CURSE? He skipped reading it, he was already sick of hearing about it. It was time to meet up with Julian so he went out only to find an irregularity on the street. It was a massive graffiti message sprayed all across the street. It read: Only death from the fountain, repeated about twenty times down the street in green. Jake was hoping that this message wouldn't get rooted in the public’s mind, because there were two ways to take it, literally or figuratively. Literally was better, he thought. Then he thought back to the headline. What was the other option?

He didn't have time to think about it. He needed to get to Julian, so he Hopped in his dad's BMW 6 series and drove off. At a set of lights he rolled down his window and heard several people shouting. They were raving about the fountain. Jake could only hope for the best but expect the worst, so he drove off to meet Julian at the campus.

He finally got to Julian. "Hey Jules. Did you get the stuff?" Jake asked. "Yeah, I got all of it. But dude, did you read the story about that fountain?" Julian asked. It seemed like everyone was beginning to become obsessed with that thing thought Jake. "Naw, I just got the headline. What's it all about?" Jake asked. "Man, it's insane; you need to read it for yourself." Julian said. "I will thanks. What do you think about the whole "Fountain of Youth" thing?" Jake asked wonderingly. "Well, if it really is the fountain of youth, then people might start to do insane things." Julian replied. "Maybe..." Jake started with a thought, but he was cut off by a massive explosion from down the road that startled them both and made Julian trip backwards. "What the hell was that?" Julian said as he jumped up. Debris started to rain down as they both ran down the street towards the now non-existent house. "Oh crap, isn't that the mayor's house?" Jake asked Julian as they drew closer to it. "Yeah, or what used to be." Julian replied solemnly. They were the first ones to the scene, but a crowd quickly started to appear. The middle-aged Mayor was laying face down on the ground about halfway down his front walk, surrounded by burning rubble. It appeared he had been blown back from his front door. Jake and Julian looked at each other, and quickly disappeared through the arriving crowd.

They met up back at Jake's house, as previously planned. Jake's parents were still out, so they headed up to Jake’s room. Jake and Julian agreed not to talk about it until tomorrow when they would find out more. Eventually Julian left and Jake's parents got back home, they were squabbling about the explosion and other things, his Mom in her usual hypocritical manner. Jake left them and went upstairs to his room for the rest of the day. So much for the recording session thought Jake as he remembered the original purpose of the day's meeting. He stayed up until midnight utilizing his room's sound-proof feature and thinking about what happened, but he eventually fell asleep.

When you wake up, you sometimes can be caught off guard. A few pretty funny moments have been created that way, but never the case for Jake. He's always woken up distraught all through his life so he learned to pay full attention every time he wakes up. That's why he never remembers where he is when he wakes up; his mind is thinking of other things and doing routine checks that are quite often useful. When he woke up today, same thing, but he didn't need it at all so it just slowed him down. He got up and went downstairs.

"Morning." Jake greeted his mom when he entered the kitchen. "Yes it still is, if you're wondering" She replied sarcastically. "Fine, be that way today." Jake retorted. He walked over to the coffee maker and poured himself a mug. He took a sip; it was probably the strongest he'd ever tasted. Then he saw the newly opened can of espresso and thought his dad must have been shovelling the stuff in with a bulldozer. "Dad has an early start today?" Jake questioned. "No," His mother replied, "He was just felling a bit stressed out this morning because of the explosion yesterday. There’s an article in the paper about it." "Thanks." said Jake as he picked up the paper.

He read in the article that many bystanders had seen an angry mob of people around the Mayor's house hours before the explosion and it was believed that they had placed a bomb. Jake didn't know what to think, so he got ready for his business lecture. He knew, despite the coffee, he would never be able to stay awake during it. In a few minutes, he headed off.

He awoke with a start, same old, same old. Except that the university's business building’s (which he was in) fire bell was blaring away and people were running all around him. He could smell smoke in the air, so, following his instincts, he quickly got up and evacuated. When he reached out side Jake saw something that he was, worryingly, almost used to seeing. There were actually people with flaming torches burning down the entire campus. Almost every building was on fire and Jake guessed that the ones that weren't ablaze yet would be soon. He started to run and then ran into Julian who was coming out of a General Studies class. They didn't stop until they reached Jakes house again, which was about ten miles away. They ran in and Julian slammed the door behind them. "The world is getting even crazier than it was before." Jake stated, only a little winded. "Well something's going on." Julian said, in the same state.

Jake was just about to start when there was an extremely loud banging on the door only a few feet from their ears. Jake opened it and a breathless Marco immediately stumbled in. "Marco!" Julian exclaimed, surprised. "Marco, what's happened?" Jake asked immediately. “‘Sup guys..." Marco started, but paused for a breath. <span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;">"What?" said Julian, who knew Marco the same way as Jake. "Man," said Marco,” You guys know that mob that's been going 'round town, right? They came to the studio's street and were making their way down so I just had to bolt." "Is the studio going to be okay?" Jake asked, genuinely worried. "I don't know, anything could happen." He said. "Man, I knew some of the guys in that mob. Lately they've just been going on about that fountain thing, raving about it. They started doing stupid stuff yesterday, like painting roads with messages and more. I think they were the ones that got the whole mob thing going, and the Mayor's house bombing too." "Jeeze..." said Julian. "Yeah, and it gets worse." Marco told them. “Turn on the T.V.". He motioned towards the 62" plasma screen T.V. that was peeking out of the living room. He must have remembered from the last time he came to the house.

They all went in to the room and switched it on, where, conveniently, the news channel was on and a Asian female reporter had just started an informative report: "...the political argument with North Korea aroused by the announcement of the discovery of the Fountain Of Youth two days ago, escalated yesterday when North Korea revealed their desire for the fountain quite clearly. We have this following video to watch..."

Jake quickly switched off the T.V. after hearing that, "Great, now there's a real reason to be scared. How do you think the public is 'going to react to this? ” He said. Julian answered him: "Not good, this neighbourhood is so unstable. That mob will grow even more with people becoming scared." "Yeah." Marco agreed.  "listen guys, you should stay the night here. It's probably safer." Jake offered. They agreed. Later, Jake's parents arrived home and the whole group discussed the matter at hand, and then retired for the night.

The next morning, everyone was up. Jake's Mom was cooking breakfast; his dad was staying home from work and was watching the news with the other guys. The same reporter was telling the updates from yesterday: "...with the continuing story from yesterday about the struggle with North Korea over the Fountain of Youth. North Korea political leaders have stated that they want the Fountain of Youth indefinitely, and have, as of today, rolled out troops to start the claim on the fountain..."

Jake's dad turned off the T.V., got up, and went in to the kitchen to discuss something with Jake's mother. The guys decided to go out and search the neighbourhood. When they got out, they were surprised to see that they're house was the only one on the street that was unaltered by the mob. Jake thought of the possibility of his large, tough reputation exceeding his knowing, and Julian guessed they came sometime last night. Before they got any further, Jake's parents came out and told them all that they had decided to leave town and get out of Florida. They said that the guys could do whatever they wanted, but suggested Jake and Julian came with them because Julian lived on his own and there was no room for Marco. They agreed, so Marco left and the rest went inside to start working on moving expensive items in to the bomb-shelter-like basement of the house. They finished the work and packing at around 6:00 and left immediately.

All four of them had just backed out of the carport in the Subaru Forrester when the mob started to come around the corner. "Oh crap." said Jake. <span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;">"Go the other way, dear." Jake's mom said to his dad with rising anxiety. "I'm trying." Jake's dad replied hurriedly as he put it into reverse. The mob had started running at the car and was about a hundred meters away. His dad did a skilful three point turn and they sped off just as the first person of the mob reached the car. "That was close." Julian said. "Yeah, No kidding." Jake replied.

Jake started to imagine the worst case scenario for the current predicament, if North Korea started war with America. Florida might or might not be bombed depending if the Koreans were afraid they would destroy the fountain. The whole world could join in. Raging firestorms, new republics! Nuclear fallout! That was getting a little harsh, thought Jake, but it could happen. You never know exactly what's going on in a lunatic's mind. He knew that very well from psychology.

They had reached the road that would lead them out of town but Jake noticed that the road's condition was getting increasingly bad as they drove along. Suddenly Jake's dad hit the brakes as hard as possible. They came to a quick halt about five meters from the bridge that lead them out of town, but it had collapsed, or been destroyed. Either one, he didn't know. "Oh crap." said Jake. He was just as rattled as the rest of them. It was the only road out to larger highways, being a small city. It went over a river and it was the only road that could actually take you somewhere, all others went out to country and farms. "We can't go back to the house, can we?" Julian asked. "The mob has probably passed and gone, but I don't think we should risk it." Jake's mom told them, shaking her head. "Well, we have to stay somewhere." Jake's dad said. "Maybe we can stay at the police station." Jake suggested. "I wonder if they'll let us." Jake's dad said as he rerouted them.

When they approached the station an officer stopped them. The forces had barricaded the street around the building and were checking traffic before sending it through the one lane they had left open on the far side of the street from the station. Jake's dad rolled down the window to speak. "Hello officer." He greeted them "Hello sir." the male officer replied,” We’re just checking vehicles that pass through here, you probably know about the mob that's running around town. Right?" "Yes, that's fine. We were hoping that you were could take us in the station for the night because we aren't sure if it's safe to go back to our house and the bridge out of town is broken." Jake's dad said "Yes, we know about that," the officer said. “But we're not taking anyone in the station at this point. We've set up the stadium just over to the east for accommodation with officers taking shifts to watch the area around and protect it." "Uh, okay. We'll head over there I guess." "Glad to hear it."The officer replied. Jake's dad was just about to roll up the window when he stopped and asked one last thing. "Is this everything that the force can be doing right now?" "Well," the officer said. "We don't have a large enough force at the moment to tackle the mob, and we can't bring anything or any more officers in at the moment due to the bridge, but we've gotten in touch with the military and government over radio and are taking orders to wait for re-enforcements. Do you know about North Korea yet?" "Oh, yes. I was just wondering because I work for the government." Jake watched his dad pull out his wallet and show the officer a silver badge Jake had never seen before." I was wondering if you could lend me a radio so I could keep up to date on the situation." "Um, okay. Uh... here, take mine. We've got a few extra in the station." "Thank you. We'll be off now." Then they let them direct the car through the narrow opening at the side, and drove towards the stadium.

Once inside the stadium, they unpacked in an open spot in the crowd and listened to the officer's radio. It was conversing with the police chief from the station and a military officer about getting some troops into the city. After it got late, Jake switched it off and they all went to sleep.

When he woke up, Jake felt relaxed and oriented. But it was the largest sense of absolute doom that he had ever felt. He was one of the few awake in the entire stadium. Funny, he thought, a line between decent people and lunatics lay within this stadium. He felt calm, so he got up, took the policeman's radio, and walked to where the car was parked. He had the keys so he unlocked it and put them in the ignition so he could listen to the news. "...and President Sorensen spoke with the Korean leaders yesterday. They have threatened to bomb the Fountain of Youth and any city within striking distance of it. The President will not cooperate with them and has put the military in to high alert, but continues to have tests run on the Fountain of Youth's water..." Jake shut it off after he quickly decided that he didn't want to listen to such negative things.

He then turned on the officer's radio. The police chief was still talking with a commanding officer for the army. The commanding officer said that he had heard from his superiors that the Korean leaders had sent planes the night before to bomb only cities close to the fountain's location. He advised that everyone in town get underground because the bomber would be getting there soon. Jake turned his head to see the mob a little ways away, coming towards the stadium. Jake got out of the car with the radio and keys, but he heard a shot ring out and he involuntarily fell to the ground. Jake suddenly realized how small he was in the world and that despite all his small efforts, fear had won the world over. He could swear he heard planes off in the distance as he lost all control of his body and the world began to fade.

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