https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8 Post both the original and the revised copies of your group's selected story here. Put your group number and names in the title! en-us 2017-09-19 21:00:44 UTC 2017-09-20 17:55:10 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189364524 2017-09-20 14:57:43 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189364524 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189430998   There were people searching in and out of every house in town for the apparent killer on the loose. There was one house in particular that no one wanted to search because that's where Mr. Krimson the town creepy man lived. No one had heard from him the whole day, and no one really wanted to. The only person that would search the house was the best detective in town, detective Wall. That's only because he didn't have a choice. When he went into the house he was frightened by the sights of blood on the floor, and Mr. Krimson was no where to be found. Detective Wall soon came to the conclusion that Mr. Krimson had been murdered.]]> 2017-09-20 16:54:38 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189430998 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189434297 It was a normal day in the our vacation home Italy. I was cuddled up next to my beloved beauty. The smell of fresh baked pastries filled the air flooding in through the window. We had lived above the oldest bakery in Italy. It was about ten o'clock, the morning chatter slowly awoken me from my slumber. I pulled myself out of bed. Stumbling over to the bathroom so I could wash my face. While I was washing my face thinking of the plans that I had made for us today. The gondola tour at noon, that would take us around the whole city. As I finished my regular morning routine. I went out of the bedroom and gave my lover a peck on the forehead. The water droplets from my face falling on to hers so effortlessly. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly mumbled," Good morning." I said to her," Are you ready for a wonderful day?" Her eyes opened up wide now and rose up with a smile. That was the last tender moment that we shared that I can remember. Its the dead of night I held her lifeless body in my arms cradling her. As I cradled her remembering  ]]> 2017-09-20 17:00:02 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189434297 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189434503 I sat across from him in the shop "Smells nice." I whispered to him from the other side of the table he left me no response, no smile, no look. He seems so far away now, but so close. If I hadn't have done what I did then maybe it'd be different right now. was it wrong? Am I strange for the way I feel? Maybe it's not quite my fault at all, maybe he just wasn't ready. I should have known. I looked at him with sad eyes. I'm unforgivable. Disgusting. How could I ? We were friends before but I ruined it. I ruined it. I sipped my coffee as he just held the warm cup in his cold hands. He loved coffee, but even that didn't seem to bring him back to this world. Is he angry with me? Embarrassed? In denial for his feelings of another boy? Am I wrong to feel this way? His eyes looked cold and distant and his skin was pale white as if he was sick. Why must I love someone this way? I finished my coffee and headed out the door. I reached in my pocket for the familiar box. I was seemingly addicted to the taste of the cigarette in my mouth. it reminded me of when your lips met mine. You, the beautiful raven haired boy in the coffee shop now walking out the door to me. As you stepped out the door, I greeted you with a smile. You closed the door behind you and looked me in the eyes. I pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and went to speak "Hey-" you cut me off by grabbing the collar of my shirt and once again your lips met mine. "Quinlan, I love you" ]]> 2017-09-20 17:00:29 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189434503 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189435295 Cassandra grabbed my hand trying to lead me into what was about to be a crime scene. I tried my best to talk her out of whats about to happen but she wouldn't budge. I know how she felt about this, scared but with a sense of adrenaline. "Cassandra Marie Rodriguez are we really about to prank someone you barley even know?" I whispered. "Yes I am, she always wants to act like shes above everyone else and over exaggerates everything and I've had it up to here" She yells and bought her hand up to indicate how much shes had it.But before we could do anything we were blinded by a bright light shining through a window and we saw a head poking out watching our every move. We stopped right in our tracks, turned around and ran off into the dead of night.]]> 2017-09-20 17:02:01 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189435295 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189436096 2017-09-20 17:03:30 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189436096 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189436582 I was taking my morning walk( just sort of drifting) when I passed my favorite coffee shop in town: Starbucks. I decided to go inside for a quick mocha. I saw the presidential debate on TV so I decided to listen in. My brother, Jerry, was running for president and he currently is sported by the majority of the population. Another man sat down next to me. "What an idiot. How does he expect to run his country if he has trouble running his own family." Anger began to rise from deep within me when the man next me rambled on and on about all his issues. Didn't he realize this was my little brothers' dream? As my anger grew to a boil, I whipped around and firmly planted my fist in his jaw. "Don't you ever talk about my brother like that again!" I began to storm out when suddenly I just stopped. "I'm sorry. Okay? Politics are stressful, especially when they are within your own family." He faced me and whispered a quiet apology. "It's okay, I understand. My son is running for the democrats. I just feel it is my duty is to support him, no matter what." I felt a pang of guilt, "I understand. Please forgive my outburst." "I'll control my language around others." "I wish your son good luck." "The same for your brother." I stepped out of Starbucks, me heading my ways, him heading his ways. After today's events, I know who had my vote.]]> 2017-09-20 17:04:18 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189436582 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189436859 We were at the coffee shop and these two men were talking about politics. When they started to disagree, one of them stood up. The other one tried to leave before they got into a big fight. But he knew there was nothing he could do about it now. His friend was really mad and started yelling at him. He tried to calm him down and leave, but his friend would not let him in. He finally got around his friend, and left after he had pushed him away.]]> 2017-09-20 17:04:46 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189436859 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189438998 Espreso, it was a really long night, I'm running off of caffine and willpower this Thursday morning. Normally just the smell of a single coffee bean would be enough to elevate my mood tenfold, but it was different today. Whilst somewhat enjoying my fresh, hot cup of liquid courage i saw a latte hit the floor. After i stopped worrying about the beautiful spilt coffee on the ground i look up to notice two people arguing. It looked to be a mother and a father. I was immediately brought back to my past. All of a sudden, the two kids where my brother and i, and the parents were my parents. The conflict escalated assuredly and before i noticed they were already about to leave the coffee shop. I was too focused on the alteration to realize that there were tears running down my face. The kids, i must be hard on them like it was on me. It happened to me at about that age. It's the reason i am the way i am today.]]> 2017-09-20 17:08:29 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189438998 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189440249 i sat across from him in the shop "smells nice"  he retorted from the other side of the table. i left him no response but a sorrowful glare. He seemed so annoyed with my presence. If only i hadn't done what i did then maybe it would be different right now. Was i wrong? Am i strange  for the way i feel? Maybe it's not quite my fault at all, maybe he just wasn't ready.I looked at him with sad eyes. I'm unforgivable. Disgusting. How could i? We were friends before but i ruined it. I ruined it. i sipped my coffee as he just held the cup in his cold hands. He loved coffee, but even that didn't seem to bring him back to this world. How angry is he? is he just embarrassed? Or in denial for his feelings of another boy? Am i wrong to feel this way? his eyes looked cold and unforgiving and his skin was pale white as if he was sick. Why must i love someone this way?  I finished my coffee and left quickly as if not to bother him more than i already had. I reached into my pocket for the familiar box. i was seemingly addicted to. The taste of the cigarette in your mouth that i so desperately needed reminded me of when your lips met mine. You, the beautiful, angry, raven- haired boy in the coffee shop now storming out the door to me. As you stepped out the door i greeted you with a stare. you slammed the door behind you and looked me in the eyes. i pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and went to speak, "im s-" you cut me off by grabbing the collar of my shirt and once again your lips met mine. "no Quinlan, i'm sorry. i love you."]]> 2017-09-20 17:10:32 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189440249 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189440755 Many of the people in the town were simply terrified by the recent crime committed in the area. Everyone could not believe that someone in this sweet little town could have done something this terrible. The police department's many policemen were in disbelief of the horrific crime committed. Everyone sought justice  and retribution for every terrible thing done. This is a town of justice. All but one house had been searched, leaving the house of Mr. Krimson. Detective Wall sought revenge for the murder of Mr. Krimson, and thought the only evidence was in his house. The door to his house was opened, and the evidence was revealed, crimson blood stained the cloud white carpet of Mr. Krimson´s house.]]> 2017-09-20 17:11:25 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189440755 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189442091 Cassandra grabbed my hand, leading me to a house. I actually talked her into doing something nice for once. I know how she felt about this, happy,but with a sense of recognition. "Cassandra Marie Rodriguez you're doing something nice." i whispered with excitement. "Yes we are shes always helped out and has been humble towards us. She deserves these treats." She whispered back. Before we could drop off the muffins, we witnessed a light shining through an open window and pleasant eyes watching us. Before we could run off, the kind elderly women invited us in for tea after recognizing who we were. ]]> 2017-09-20 17:13:52 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189442091 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189444576 The elderly woman rolled over upon her wheelchair glaring at the man before her. She grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him back.”What do you think you’re doing !”The Grandmother's voice raised a challengingly. The middle aged man looked stunned and behind him a young child was in near tears. The grandmother stood shakily and took a few steps so that she stood in front of the kid. She glared, “How dare you raise your hand and voice against a young child?”. The man seemed to shake out of this stupor and returned and returned to women's hateful gaze with his own. “He is my kid and I will treat him how I wish, I am his father!” The man took a threatening step towards the old women. The old women firmly, completely unfazed.Instead she straightened her back and gave him a hard look.“This may not be my grandchild, but there is no way I’d just watch on and keep silent as I watched you set angry at your child for simply spilling a drink!” the grandmother retorted. People began taking notice taking notice . The man slowly began to back down, not wanting to cause a scene. The old woman gave a triumphant smile.  

]]> 2017-09-20 17:18:21 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189444576 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189455853 "NO Lisa, we don't have enough money to buy a new couch." My wife and I were arguing continuously, starting from when i woke up early this morning. "Then why are we getting coffee if we have no money?" We walked in and i ignored her because i wasn't in the mood to argue after the lack of sleep i got. I turned my hand for a second and saw a man grab his coffee. It slipped out of his hands and splattered all over the floor]]> 2017-09-20 17:37:37 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189455853 https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189458258 The elderly woman rolled over upon her wheelchair,Looking at the man with a raised eyebrow. She grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him back.”Young man do you really think you can get away with such a thing?” The Grandmother said with a condescending tone. The middle aged man looked stunned and behind him a young child was in near tears. The grandmother stood shakily but all the while she gave the man a firm look. She peered at him with lidded eyes “First, you yell  and raise a hand towards your child,Now you have the audacity to be surprised? You foolish boy.”The grandmother took a confident step towards the man, scrutinizing him intently. The man unintentionally took a step back,He sputtered for a moment but finally was able to spit out his words“I am no boy! Not to mention this is my son,I have the right to dictate his life!” The man attempted to make himself look menacing. The old women simply smirked,As if amused by his actions. She stood straighter and met the man’s eyes with her own cool gaze. “This may not be my grandchild, but do you really expect you’d get away with yelling at your son for spilling a drink,right in public? What are you? An idiot?” the grandmother said rather loudly. People then began taking notice taking notice . The man slowly began to back down in fear, not wanting to cause a scene. The old woman gave the man a mocking smile.  ]]> 2017-09-20 17:41:09 UTC https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/3bzk315dirs8/wish/189458258