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Relationship between power and language #3

Posted by Emma Connell in Storytelling - Chase on
When I got into arguments with my mom she would laugh at me.
"Mom! Swhy's shdo she have shto so shat? Shat's shnot ssfair!"
Her ever so serious face dropped when the words blasted from my mouth. I would storm off in even more anger then I came in as. When I read long paragraphs or sentences in my class come in even stronger. The whole class would be laughing at my lisp with me no longer laughing with them. From this, teachers stopped calling on me in class. The only time I did have power in my voice  was when I was online and with a group of close and understanding friends. One somebody asked me why I don't talk anymore. I took a deep breath trying to speak my best.
"Becaushe every time I talk you shluagh and it getsh annoying."
They said they would stop and admitted it had been going on for a while.to my surprise they up to their words.  By the end of the day I explained to my mom that she needs to stop laughing at me when I'm being serious with her.
"I understand I shound funny but you're my mom. You're shopposed to shupport me."
Luckily enough she got the message and apologized on account for her actions. Unfortunately  my message didn't get across to others.

Story #12

Posted by Mckelly Timothy in Storytelling - Chase on
Playing basketball, video games, hanging with his boys, and going out with you is what some may think  life is like for the average teenage boy, but secretly every guy loves baby-talk and playing peek-A-boo.
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Just Jump!

Posted by Dominque Miller in Storytelling - Chase on
Scaling through the ancient city Petra I had some of the best times of my life. Being with sme of the most adventurous people I have ever met in my life we drifted off the path from time to time.
"Just jump!" My Jordanian friend Zain said from below.
"No...I'm afraid of heights." I said in panic as I stared down at everyone who fearlessly climb down the narrow mountain path. A couple minutes went pass and at this point I had gave up, until Conner came along. Then before I knew it he had lifted through the path, effortlessly,with me screaming, "NO! You're gonna drop me!"
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Text

Posted by Christopher Cassise in Storytelling - Chase on
Jake just bought a new iphone at AT&T and was excited because he was upgrading from a horrible slide up phone that he had for three years. He was happy finding out how to use this 21 century phone and loved the new texting on touch screen.

One day he was driving and he got a text. He was always told by his parents to not be on his phone and drive at the same time, but today he seen there was no cars in front of him on Bigler street so he went for it. Unlocked the code he had on the welcome screen, looked up, made sure everything was good and then looked at the text. Jake took a mere 2 seconds glancing at the screen but they cost him and his car. A pothole unseen from around the side of the street was deep and missed the cone that should had been covering it. He went into it and the tire popped off, as it popped off, he flipped his tiny car over to the side. He suffered a broken arm, leg, fractured skull, a broken phone , and insurance cost him thousands.

The text read: "Where you at?"

Sunday

Posted by Christopher Cassise in Storytelling - Chase on
Today consisted of work, work, and more work. One thing a person learns though from working are the different people and personalities you meet in a restaurant...

Table 5, a deuce, two men, nicely dressed. I go up to give them their waters and they stop me and converse.

What school you go to? Whats your name? Grade? How you like it?

Questions started to pour out that I answered fast and then they stated their positions, head of the school district panel. Nice men, listening to what I had to say and talked to me. Even recognized my dedication to making money and having a job while in school. They were a nice pair, giving a job to a friend at work. One of the waiters who was looking for a job, they offered one in the school district. Its always different every night at a restaurant and you could meet someone that changes your life or makes your night. Its a different atmosphere, one alot of people should experience once in their life time. You never know if it will benefit you.

Saturday's post

Posted by Christopher Cassise in Storytelling - Chase on
Today was the beginning of a nightmare for Bella. Being stalked by wolves and vampires gives a strain on your personal life and love life as she shown today, speaking to her psychiatrist.

B: I cant take all this "trying to kill me" stuff. I didnt do anything to anyone!
P:That is true but no matter what, you were in a relationship with a vampire. Didnt you think that would cause something?
B: He was hot! what would you have done?
P: Well that has nothing to do with this situation, Im an older lady.
B: Right so let me have some fun with hot vampires!
P: I didnt say you couldnt, but dont you think thats why your being hunted by alot of different groups that arent human?
B: I geuss..

Bella starts to ponder about her relationship with a vampire, and stayed. She made this decision off of love and stupidity. She died shortly after making this decision.;

Adios

Posted by Andre Serrano in Storytelling - Chase on

The damage is done, good bye.

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RoMeO

Posted by Ralen Robinson in Storytelling - Chase on
Monday 21.2011 at 2:15pm Romeo passed away he was dear to us all & a great fish. He was a legit fish always chased the tank when he followed my finger and ate all his banana's. He battled life for three days and finally couldn't hold on no longer. Tear!

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Mom dances

Posted by Perry Woods in Storytelling - Chase on
I recently got Just Dance 2 as a late gift from my aunts. I went to try the game and the first song that played was Tic Toc by Ke$ha. I badly followed along trying my best. About half way through my mom randomly busted into the room and stood right in front of the TV following along. You never have seen anything quiet as funny as a parent trying to follow a song they never heard in a game. Even better was after she danced to Firework by Katy Perry while loudly singing the chorus (which is the only part she knows)

An Unwanted Guest

Posted by Rachel Patterson in Storytelling - Chase on
Many of you may know that I have two pet mice in my room.  Their names are Peanut and Oreo.  About two months ago, Peanut and Oreo were living together in one cage.  Since they are both males, they often fought and argued a lot over little things like territory and food.  Their constant squeaking and rolling around was no surprise to me.  One night, I noticed that they were jumping around and squeaking a bit more than usual.  I got up and walked over to their cage and noticed a small, brown shadow.  Since Peanut is gray/white and Oreo is black/white, the brown was an unfamiliar color.  I quickly ran downstairs to my mom in a panic.  "Mom, I think, I'm seeing things," I said to her.  She thought I was losing my mind and that my medicine was making me have weird side effects.  However, she came upstairs with me anyway.  After looking into the cage, she saw what I thought I had saw: another mouse in the cage.

Apparently, an outdoor mouse had been attracted to the scent of my mice and found it's way into my house and into my room.  He then squeezed his tiny body into their cage and was confronted by two angry enemies.  The mouse was not even half the size of Peanut and was quickly attacked by both of my mice.  Oreo and Peanut suffered minor bite wounds to the tails, but the outdoor mouse was nearly killed.  I managed to manipulate the outdoor mouse and get him to crawl up into the removal compartment of the cage so that I could safely release him back into the wild.  I then cleaned the cage thoroughly.

That night was so shocking but funny at the same time.  My mom said that I looked like I had just seen a ghost when I came downstairs to tell her what I saw.  Since then, Peanut and Oreo have not had any unwanted visitors, thankfully.


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Daily Story: Feb. 21

Posted by Bethany Knibbe in Storytelling - Chase on
Me and my mom went out to breakfast this morning at the Country Club Diner since we both have off for President's Day. As we were sitting and talking, my mom tells me, "Look over there". There were these two guys talking but I looked again and noticed that it was actually just one guy talking. He was standing over this one guy who was just trying to sit and eat his food and drink his coffee but this other guy would not leave him alone. And he was like right in his face making the guy practically fall off his chair leaning away, trying to get some personal space. Poor guy.

Picture Story: Robots (Saturday)

Posted by Katherine Roman in Storytelling - Chase on
There was once a Robot named CubeX, He lived alone in a big white box. All of the other Robots were designed to help people and to do things, but CubeX had not discovered his purpose in "life" yet. 

He decided one day he would be bold and daring and build something! Something unlike anything anyone else had done. He invented the PadOmeter!

What this invention did was  flung in a projectile manner sanitation napkins onto lockers. It became a new sport!

He would look at himself in the mirror and tell himself he was a genius.

But one day he took a really close look and discovered he was nothing but a joke!

He walked out of the big door that said, "EXIT" and was never seen again.

Life

Posted by Andre Serrano in Storytelling - Chase on
Have my smile, probably in denial.

 

Enjoying the Simple Things About Ichat

Posted by Lenea Harris in Storytelling - Chase on
Lenea bangs chest ferociously 

comfortable1114 cracks the hell up and almost falls out of chair

comfortable1114 then realizes that he made the uptown tweak list making him fancy now

Lenea jumps up in joy and rushes to check the list to see if she, too is fancy

Lenea is also fancy 

comfortable1114 rejoices in his friends new found fanciness and throws a "I'm fancy now" debutant ball in celebration of the commemorative event

Lenea wears her freakum dress to the event because ofcourse- fanciness is a privelege not a promise- and must be kept 

Lenea encounters Chris Brown at said debutant 

comfortable1114 throws chris brown the fuck out because he came in the wrong lambo disgracing the "Lamborghini Truck you ain't even seen it yet charity", thus making Tweakin OFK Lay the new chairman of the board

Lenea celebrates the event by showcasing her new Lamborghini Truck at the "Lambotghini Truck you ain't even seen it yet charity" but P.Diddy hops in and tries to steal it 

10:13 PM

comfortable1114 allows the thievery of Tweakin OFK Lays Lamborghini Truck because P. Diddy has his money up fucking with them white folks and there isn't really anything in his power to stop him. In exchange Diddy has to throw Tweakin OFK Lay's video all up on the Muh Effin youtube

Lenea gathers her nephews to search for blues clues but sees a link about a new rap bitch so she clicks it. She thought her computer had a virus but realized that the rappin bitch resembled miley cyrus. She decided to simmer them hips before replyin


A story that a friend and I collaborated on in the beginning of the school year. We were exploring ichat. Please excuse the foul language. 

Sunday night dinner

Posted by Taylor Valentine in Storytelling - Chase on
​Trevor's List of Embarrassment:

#451: Singing "Staying Alive" by the Bee Gees, at the top of our lungs and with stomachs full of pasta and cheese, in the middle of Passyunk Ave. ("Well you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man.  No time to talk..")

To Whom It May Concern

Posted by Jennifer Albright in Storytelling - Chase on
Life’s moments tick by quickly with no intention of slowing,
And I still miss you.
Though moments fade into weeks and weeks pass by,
Here you lay, within my mind.

My body is unwilling to forget the dancing of our tongues,
My fingers in your hair that you’ve let grow too long,
The touch of your rough fingers pulling me closer, but never close enough.
Two bodies coming together as one in a musical rhythm,
As though we could touch souls if only we were close enough,
If only our two bodies were so entwined with one another that,
We couldn’t find where one body began and the other ended.

My mind refuses to let the memory of you fade,
I’m either actively thinking of your color-changing eyes,
Or I fall unknowingly into a sleep filled with dreams of your sparkling smile,
Never escaping, never able to let go of bittersweet memories,
Heavy on the bitter because each memory brings with it a shadow of agony.

But mostly I hold on to you, keeping you here in my mind,
Because my heart holds on to you,
Never daring to let go of something that took it so completely.
I gave you my heart without intending to do so,
This organ pulsating inside of me, keeping me alive,
It belongs to you and this possession was beyond my control,
Beyond the control of a mortal mind.
And though you refuse to claim this object as yours,
It belongs to you.
You can’t refuse a child that has your blood running through it,
Your genetic make up showing itself in the child’s eyes that look so much like yours.
This piece of me that keeps me going day after day is yours,
It always has been.

And if I never hear your lyrical voice bringing comfort,
Or feel your warm skin against my chilled flesh,
I want you to know that no matter where you hide or for how long,
You will always be mine, as surely as I will always be yours,
And I hope that you keep me in your thoughts,
Because I promise you that I couldn’t lose you if I wanted to,
After all, the most important part of me is the part you hold.

Relationship between power and language 2

Posted by Emma Connell in Storytelling - Chase on
This is from a paper I wrote sophomore year.

My speech improved but I sill struggled. When saying a long sentence I would stumble across words and would have to repeat myself multiple times. It was irritating but I managed, with the exception of one thing; people couldn't take me seriously. Every time I opened my mouth when I was mad, frustrated, or sad people would just crack up. The more I talked the more they would laugh. I was powerless. My voice became my enemy. I could no longer use it to my advantage. I decided to keep my mouth shut and not talk.  It was the only sensible thing to do. When I was around people who would constantly laugh at my lisp even after the entertainment weared off, I would just keep quiet. 

....to be continued