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At last, I have presented my creation to my fellow pupils. My toils have amounted to something great. The audience enjoyed my presentation. and their response was pleasing. However, there were some many technical difficulties with the technology being used, and so I was left with just words to make up for the lost images. And even then, the audience remained intrigued, and listened closely as I discussed famous explorers and scientists who pushed the boundaries of their own fields. However, If I could improve anything about my creation, I would include more detailed connections to the novel, Frankenstein, as the ones that I included were slightly vague. All in all, however, I think I did a wonderful job with the oral section, and also entertained the audience while I was speaking.

With happiness,

-Danyal Bokhari

They locked her inside the soundproof room. She screamed, yelled, but her voice was blocked by the ringing in her ears. She began to slam the walls of the room, but soon, she was reduced to a slobbering wreck on the floor.  Joan whimpered while crawling around the room, looking for something to feel. Her head bumped into something ceramic. A vase. She held in her tears, and touched the top. Joan felt its top. So as she lifted the lid, she heard sound escaping. She smiled as she realized the room was normal.

Joan was deaf her whole life.

The Last of Us, a video game created by Naughty Dog, puts two very different people in a very dire situation. The world has been overrun by a Cordyceps virus, which grows fungi over the host’s brain, leaving only basic bodily functions unharmed. The host, in this case, is the entire world population. Joel, a man hardened over the years is paired up with a young girl, Ellie. The two souls must travel across a post pandemic United States, avoiding the mindless infected which are around every corner. The game contains an abundance of emotion, and is truly a writer’s haven. However, it contains many brutal themes, which are not for people that are either faint of heart, or easily offended. Be sure you know what you’re getting into.

I have completed my creation. However, there are still some issues inside that I have to deal with, such as vague connections to the book, Frankenstein, which I needed to make throughout the project.  They are there, just not quite, well, there. It is, however, quite amazing how well my presentation transitions from one topic to another, seamlessly. It adds a certain flavor to the presentation that is absent when making a regular power point. My professor, Mrs. Taynton, is helping me with the process, so that my creation doesn’t get out of control during the presentation. I am certain that it will all “piece together”.

With high hopes,

Danyal Bokhari

The winds of woe look quite happy to me,

They say cheers, I gaze with glee,

Their dances synchronized since birth,

Since the spawning of the Earth,

I look down, but I am above,

When I looked up, I was still below,

But the wind was not stupid, you see,

It could see I was not happy,

It boost up angrily into the cloudy sea,

It took something with it.

Me.

but the ferocious wind was creating holes as it went,

Holes in time, anger well spent,

The past, the present, the future unfold,

Desperately waiting for the brave and bold.

By the time you are reading this, I will have completed my research for Frankenstein’s project and be moving on to the presenting phase. I have chosen three explorers to work on which changed the world’s view on, well, the world, and three scientists who greatly changed what people thought made up the world. It was not too difficult, as there were many adequate sources online to fulfill my need for information. I am going toward the presentation method, Prezi, which is a fun tool that is more than a regular power point. I will continue telling you about how my creation is going. I just hope it ends up how I want it  to. 

With kind regards,

-Danyal Bokhari

Felicia laid out bird food onto the trunk, and could see that the eagle was holding her yellow scarf back. The eagle looked down at the food, and then looked at Felicia. “Really?” He asked. He was unimpressed with her negotiation skills. “I’d rather die of hunger than take your prize.” Felicia’s countenance switched from worry to anger, and so she walked right up to the bird, without fear. She looked it right in the eye, walked between it’s legs, and picked up her yellow scarf. “I’d rather be deaf than listen to your nonsense” She says to him, and leaves.

Humpty Dumpty rode into battle on his horse. He roamed the many astounding walls surrounding Mr. Riverend’s fortress. The king’s men were sending letters  as if they were damsels in distress, so Humpty couldn’t help but go be heroic again. It wasn’t long before he saw the king’s men falling of the fortress walls, but he had already planned ahead and placed mattresses around the walls of the fort. His horse let out a tiny chuckle after it saw his previous owner, one of the king’s men, fall onto  one mattress in the most entertaining pose. Even Humpty cracked up too.

It is amazing how the beat of a drum can make even eating a bowl of cornflakes more exciting. It bursts out a roar louder than a lion and shudders the arctic until the glaciers melt into nothing but plain water. I remember how I danced the first time I heard its eternal war cry echo throughout my house. I love how my heart joins it in it’s romantic booms and it vibrates as the very atoms in my body implode at the sound of music. My ears burst at the sights and sounds of the mighty drum’s bursting, booming ballads.

They tell me I’m delusional, and a little overambitious. But that shows how boring they are. I don’t care for logic in this quest for my own “gold”. My shine and my life, buried deep within the many series of forests in the Pakistani countryside. The trees tower over me and make me feel a little smaller than I should, but it doesn’t stop me from keeping that one bounce in my step as I walk. As they say for gold, X marks the spot. But this gold is too beautiful to be marked. I am looking for my kidnapped wife. My only love.