Imitation Piece (copied requirements)

Here are the instructions from your original ISU handout information as well as some clarification and expansion.

Imitation Piece. Now that you have some experience and expertise with your particular writer, prepare a two page “lost artifact.” This may be couple of missing pages from a novel, some recently discovered poetry or a letter to a loved one. Use a cover sheet, which is outlined below.

The goal here is for you to produce two manuscript pages (or the equivalent) that could have been written by your author and included in your primary novel. Ideally, if your work is put side by side with a couple of pages from your novel I won't be able to tell which is which.

Your Cover Sheet should include the following information:

The Asignment Title "Imitation of (your author)'s (title of novel)"
Your Name:
EWC 4C or 4U
The Date

Description: Explain what you have attempted to create and how it fits into the larger scheme of your novel. Explain what elements of your writer's style you have attempted to capture.

Attachment: Attach a page photocopied from your novel in order to demonstrate your writer's style. (I can help with this)

Language Lab

Here you go, boss.

1) Complete Sentence - 'I had slowly approached Jack and told him boldly a second time "Take the damn money!"

2) Incomplete Setence - 'Fearless.'

3) Independent Clause - 'Jack likes to sing.'

4) Comma Splice Error - 'I held the book, I got really sweaty.'

5) Fused Sentence - 'I never thought of it as an opportunity it is more of a set up strategy.'

6) Dependent Clause - 'Whenever he makes his visit, he makes sure nobody is watching him.'

7) Compound Sentence - 'Drake once again drew out his sword as he had flashed forward faster than I could see him.'

8) Complex Sentence - 'I told him strictly "I drank the elixir myself."

9) Adverbal Phrase - 'The experiment will be ready to test soon.'

10) Compound-Complex Sentence - 'Drake was the supplier of the material, but Jack, who isn't as handy as Drake, had sat back and watched me examine the parts.'

Journal #12- Free Write

-Future Ideas-

At the time being these days, the majority of my focus is at the Hair musical. What I plan to do afterwards is get back to work on my current series with Drake and the gang. Here is what is going to be done once I'm back on track:

-I'm going to resume creating locations and maps, due to the fact that I forgot to record some of the older ones or that I want to improve the idea.
-There will be a storyline structure check, if need be, I'll fix any flaws or mistakes.
-Create a comic based on background information for support.
-Design a final set of weapons and materials to use.
-Lastly, create a few more characters of choice from the traits of people that I know (don't ask, it's something I like to do to make things more interesting by making characters based off of actual people).

When I base characters off of people, I usually aim for ideas upon those who I can contact easier, building an experience from how that character will act. For example: I took my best friend, Chris and I took his traits such as his smarts and his sense of determination to make him into that of a military strategist. Following that, I took his traits of calmness and sharp vengeance (something that is a rare case in him) to create a type of sword that resembles a blade made of water itself.

Now you might be wondering, who would I be? That question lingered around a long time in my mind and it turns out that Drake is the characterization of myself. Originally, Drake was supposed to be the image of my old man, a figure of strength, courage and a sense of justice. The only difference was that Drake isn't too bright, so it can suit my standards as well (chuckles softly). To match that, he has a large appetite to support his multiple strengths which he may have gained or has yet to gain. He is also wielder of a mythical weapon that has existed since the dawn of the world that he lives in, this weapon resembles the power and might of what man can accomplish when they work together. This weapon, however, can only be wielded by those filled with the most courage, those without that courage will not be able to wield it, appearing that its weight will become too much for the weaker-hearted to wield.
I'm not here to put myself in a higher position than everyone else, but here is how I see it. Of all of those who think they're so tough, they live behind a mask and behind those masks are their weaknesses and fears. There are those, however, that do not hide behind those masks and possess the courage to succeed or to emerge victorious, this is where I tend to differ from other people, I don't fear challenge and opposition. So whatever you have to say about this, I am here to listen.

Query Letter - Shell Study Guide

Kyle Lowe
13896 Sodom Rd.
(905)-382-3277
L2E 6S6

Good morning Vietnam!!!!!!

Let me inform you that my work may be what you are looking for in today's literature. From what I have started on in my writing ideals as of late was adding a twist on the natural essence of life and the power of science. By putting them in the mix, you may think it sounds quite similar to Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein', and this occurred as a problem. To solve this, I decided to mix it up even further, basing it from an old piece of work that I had done before this story came to conception, giving it a stronger backbone for the plot and the overall theme. As I had said, this new twist is taken from a shadier portion of old, previous work, how you could say "kicking up old dust into the fresh air." From that, it can provide a darker theme for the story together with an edgier state of mind for the reader, the edginess is one of the key points to the story.

That is only where it begins with as it is included with a comical tidal wave of life and energy that will leave the reader both amused and confused in one fell swoop. This is another additional twist handpicked and placed into the mix, by taking another factor from previous work and adding it into the plotline, adding the comic relief and action sequences, an emotional rollercoaster for all to see (or read). This acts as the things people will do in order to try to bring life back to their world in time of war and as for those who called death a disease. In the eyes of the elusive Dr. Jenkins, who believes in this philosophy, sees to it that he can restore life to all who have come to their bitter end, especially his deceased wife.

Mathew Piccirillo says "I can't believe that this is a book. I almost had a stroke!"

Edward Di Martino shouted in a crazed rampage "I'm going to kill the one responsible for putting me in this book, I did not sign up for this! I swear I saw someone writing inside some sort of lab journal while I was using the public facilities."

Arguably a gripping tale of sorts where the heroes are the ones behind the research, looking for an answer for their troubles in time of a war between neighbouring countries. Will there be a 'cure' for this disease? Can there be an answer for all of their troubles? Can I stop asking these questions now? If you find this as something you might be interested in, please contact me by dialing 905-382-3277 or contact my email, throwmonkeysontominefeild@hotmail.com. Happy readings and enjoy the rest of your day.

Kyle Lowe, Student

Sample Chapter - Shell Study Guide - Chapter 4

Shell Study Guide – Sample Chapter Assignment

Chapter 4

It was late one night while I was working at the lab with Dr. Jenkins, making the final

adjustments to our latest experiment, the Shell unit. Dr. Jenkins had requested that we should

order some take-out because this might take all night. I picked up the phone and ordered a pizza

for delivery, then returned to Dr. Jenkins to assist him with the unit. About thirty minutes later,

there was a ring from the doorbell and so I had answered it. It turned out to be Jack, the

delivery guy I was friends with. I welcomed him inside and told him to watch the experiment. I

asked Dr. Jenkins "Is the Shell ready for testing?", he answered very sarcastically, "Oh yes,

Edward. That explains why I'm still working on it, jackass." From that response, I took it in as

another dumb question asked. I walked over to pay Jack but he declined on taking the money.

So I asked him "Don't you need it, for your job?" He looked up at me and said in a rather shaky

voice "To tell the truth, I got fired three weeks ago. I'm not a delivery boy anymore." I then

looked down at the pizza box and then glanced back at him to ask "Then why the hell did you

order a pizza for us?" A few seconds later, he got up and started dancing, I knew what this

meant. You see, I have a lot of weird friends and what makes Jack special is that he thinks life is

a dream where a song for a musical can happen at any given time. He began to sing a song in a

confessional, apologetic manner.

Eduardo I must also confess.

That pizza I gave you

Has been in my car

For three weeks!

I apologize for not telling you sooner,

But I was ashamed

To tell you the truth.

Oh, I love the friendship

That you and I share....

Jack was interrupted by Dr. Jenkins. "Goddammit! I'm trying to concentrate boy! Furthermore,

that pizza tastes stale." Jack and I walked back into the lab as Jenkins was reassembling the

outer parts of the Shell unit, it was almost completed. I picked up my lab journal and jotted down

our latest course of experimental events. Dr, Jenkins finished the assembly of the unit, he stood

there with a wide grin on his face before he cheered "Done!" All three of us stood around this

model that rested upon the doctor's table, observing this abomination of nature. Jack especially

took interest into it, he had never seen something like this, but he had no idea how it works or

what it was for that matter. "How will you make it work?" Jack asked Dr. Jenkins.

"We will animate it using the elixir that we had made months ago.... the one we had to pry you

from."

Jack jumped at that statement and replied "Come on, that was one time!" Dr. Jenkins took a

large sample of elixir and had injected it into the neck of the lifeless body. Jack asked why the

doctor was testing this on a dead person before, but he never got a straight answer out of him.

This project from the start, was an attempt to bring his wife back from the dead, Dr. Jenkins’

dream was going to become a reality. We waited for the elixir to take effect and as we knew it,

the Shell unit started to move by itself and started to make eerie sounds. As I looked at Dr.

Jenkins, he was getting all nervous and sweaty from excitement. I then gestured to Jack and

whispered to him "Hey, if this works, it will be one stiff less to worry about." Jack chuckled as I

formed a cheesy grin on my face. Dr. Jenkins approached the experiment slowly, then it

suddenly leaped upright on the table. We all paused as we stared upon its face, which resembled

the face of Dr. Jenkins' wife, Jill. Jack got up onto a lab table and started to sing again.

Joy to the world,

The dead have risen,

To do as we please.....

Forever living,

Forever without death.

He was once again interrupted by Dr. Jenkins, who shouted "Jack, shut that mouth or I'll

sew it shut!" Jack started to kick lab reports off of the table which he stood on and picked up

bottles of various potions and sniffed them. One of which he began to drink a green, rather

viscous liquid compared to most potions. Dr. Jenkins turned back to the Shell as it stood there.

Jack seemed to lose interest in the experiment and said "Boring, I'll catch you later at the

movies." He was about to leave, but then the Shell finally reacted. Jill had leaped over Dr.

Jenkins and kicked Jack off of the lab table, seeing this filled me with a sudden shock of fear and

concern for all of our safety. Jack slowly got up, slightly dazed and spoke confused "What just

happened?" Jill landed in front of Jack as he struggled to move, she lurched forward as it was

about to attack him, I looked around for a weapon to use. I had spotted a gun on the lab table, I

picked it up and shot at the Shell in the back. It collapsed and fell to the floor while Jack was

shaking in fear, then he arose and chuckled again like nothing had happened. I called over to him

in concern "Jack, are you okay?" as he stumbled over to the table to lean on it. He had a rather

strange look on his face like if something was on his mind, then he glanced over at Dr. Jenkins as

the room grew silent. "Doc', I thought you knew what you were doing with this project." he said

with a harsh tone in his voice. Dr. Jenkins finally spoke after an awkward moment of silence, "Of

course I know what I'm doing. If I didn't know what I was doing, then I wouldn't have tried to

bring Jill back to life!" Another awkward silence filled the room, then I realized that the gun that

I was holding was just a stun gun, which means it's very unlikely that the failed experiment was

taken care of. After looking over the table, the Shell's body started to move again, Jack came up

to me and asked what's wrong.

I pointed at the body and backed up to the doctor's table. Jack turned towards me and said "You

sure told that thing who's boss." What he didn't know was that it wasn't dead, I yelled "Behind

you!" Then Jill grabbed Jack from behind, he started to cry for help. Dr. Jenkins yelled "Use the

plasma drill!", I pulled the drill off of the table and turned on the drill. As I ran over to save Jack,

the plug ripped out from the wall and I shouted "Shit!" Jill let go of Jack to retrieve a sword that

rested upon the next table. This sword was found with the original Shell that we based our

technology on, we had almost no idea how it worked, but we were told that it eats souls. Thinking

about that, it sparked idea for a future experiment, God knows what using it's sword will do. Jill

clenched the Shell's hand around the sword and lofted it high, freezing all of us into place, with

fear. She wailed ominously with a sharp screech as she lunged towards me, pounced and

prepared to attack. I lifted a nearby stool, then threw it at Jill, but there was no success. She had

sliced the stool in half, so I rolled out of the way, just narrowly evading the sword. The floor was

covered in blood, it wasn't my blood, but the stool's blood. Jack and I made a dash for the supply

closet and locked ourselves inside, temporarily while we thought up a plan. Jack then brought up

a clever idea, to contact my assistant for help. You see, my assistant has been known to have

battled these foes before, so he could easily take this one down. I pulled out my phone and dialed

his number, as in that split second, the phone that he was supposed to have turned out to be in

my pocket. But luck was on my side, he smashed his way through the brick wall and pulled out

his phone from my pocket. He threw it to the floor and crushed it with his foot, leaving the

buttons and broken plastic in the middle of the supply closet floor.I then decided to speak after

that unusual introduction, "Drake, we need your help."

"With what?" he asked.

"The experiment has gone horribly wrong!" I cried. Jill broke through the door, Drake turned

and noticed that it was the Shell experiment that I was talking about. He puffed out his chest and

shouted "Be vanquished, foul fiend!" as he rammed into the Shell out through the doorway.

Drake then walked back over to me and rummaged through his knapsack, pulling out some sort

of booklet with plenty of dirty fingerprints and yellowing pages. He held it out to me and smiled,

"Here's that book I was talking about, boss." He ran back into the lab to do battle with Jill.

Drawing out his sword, he leaped high into the air above Jill as she was anticipating his first

move. He forcefully pounded downward, driving her back while she blocked his sword. Jill

pounced forward again, this time Drake ducked under the blade as it got jammed into the wall.

He made his move by severing the arm of the Shell's body, warding her backward to avoid

Drake. Jill was still capable of fighting, despite the fact that the blood-like, neon blue-coloured

elixir used to animate her was dripping out from where her arm was. She tripped Drake and he

fell to the floor, leaving him open to be attacked. i finally decided to take action by distracting

her. I picked up a round bottle of antidote and smashed it against the back of Jill's head,Dr.

Jenkins then fainted, I knew I was going to get barked at for doing that. Jill turned towards me

and grasped her cold, lifeless hand around my neck. By doing so, this left her vulnerable as her

back was turned to Drake, so he used his sword to pierce through her chest, almost getting me as

well if it were another five inches. This was followed by decapitation, lopping off Jill's head and

the elixir spewed out all over the armoured body. The body toppled over after Jack waltzed over

and and nudged at it. "That was cool!" Jack exclaimed.

"All in a days work." said Drake. I asked him about the book and he flipped through the pages to

something he wanted me to see. He paused, stopped flipping through the book and let out a

hearty laugh, so I looked over the topside of the book to read the page. This page contained

information on the monster known as "Seaman", then I looked over the quote "Don't let them

form into large groups." I began to chuckle from that and then I took the book to find the page

on Shells (if there was one). After flipping through a dozen pages, I found a page with information

on Shells. "Well, here it is. An answer to our problem." I said. I read the page and here is what it

said:

A Soulstealer in the form of a soldier. It's body is a faded armour, brought to life by the

Corruptive Seeds, animated as a strong warrior. Can wield any of the weapons that are linked to

Soulstealing.

Corruptive Seeds, is that what what supplies the power of life into inanimate objects? The

purpose of those 'seeds' is easy to understand by its name, to corrupt, to animate something with

some sort of evil ambition. However, the Shell reacts differently under the same influence, but

why? There were questions that only science could answer in this time. As far as I would know

about this, I had a lot yet to uncover. From all this thinking, I lost track of what was going on.

Drake and Jack were arguing in the washroom, I could hear Jack squealing "Dude, stop looking

at my penis!"

"Well sorry if you decide to turn while you're still going." said Drake.

"You threw your bag at me!"

The argument continued as I took notice in the Shell's sword again, still lodged in the wall. I

approached it slowly to retrieve the artifact, but Drake shouted "No, don't touch that!" He

marched up in front of me and continued. "Boss, if you touch that, you're going to become one of

the bad guys."

"Who?" I asked, confused.

"Hold on", he flipped through the book again. This time he showed me a page on a rather unusual

selection, known as the 'Soulstealer Clan'. "This is what the Shells and the sword are from." said

Drake.

"So how am I supposed to get this sword then? It is important for my research, Drake." He held

out his hands, "Give me your gloves." I put my lab gloves on his held out hands. Next, he

stretched his legs and held out his right hand at the sword. He ripped the sword out of the wall

and juggled it as he ran over to the lab table. Then he dropped it there and breathed deeply,

acting exhausted from doing that. "What's wrong Drake?" I asked.

"Boss, don't pick it up." he said breathlessly.

"What happened?" He took my hand and held it above the edge of the sharpened-looking blade.

I began to feel this ominous surge of energy in my forearm, it felt like when you get angry, the

tension that fills out through your entire body. This didn't last long, though, this energy was then

drawing away my body's energy. I began to feel lightheaded, weaker by the second, possibly

beginning to lose consciousness. He finally let go of my arm, allowing me to back away. I gasped

for air as Jack watched curiously, appearing as the odd one of the group. He looked at me and

said "You okay, Eddie?" You look like hell."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jack picked up a bottle of the blue, glittering elixir and twisted off the lid. "I'm

sure thirsty!"

"Jack, don't drink that!" I yelled at him.

"Ed, I ran out of money and this is the best thing you guys got around here."

"That elixir is needed for experimental use only!"

At that moment, Drake was chugging a container of of the elixir behind Jack. Drake licked his lips

and dropped the container onto the floor, he belched as he had made his way over to me.

"That is quite some fruit punch you got there, boss."

"It isn't for drinking! It's for our experiment."

"Want a sandwich?" said Drake, pulling out a sandwich out from his knapsack.

"What kind is it?" I asked.

"Oh, ummm... There's some ham, mustard, cheese and peanut butter."

I held up my hand to decline the offer, "No thanks, Drake. I'm allergic to nuts." I winked over at

Jack and he caught onto the joke. He started to laugh and he lifted up the bottle of elixir to pass

it to me.

"Drink it, man." said Jack.

"Why should I?"

"Hey, boss! The doctor ain't here." said Drake from behind the lab table. "It's like he got up and

waddled his penguin body outta here."

"I bet he's ranting in his lab journal someplace." I said, uncaring.

Jack picked up another bottle of elixir and twisted off the lid, placing it in his mouth.

"Ah, what the hell!" I said, sucking back on the fruit punch-flavoured elixir. I took out my

sunglasses to put them on my gorgeous face (which I must say so myself), I then climbed onto

the lab table and held out my hand to Jack. He took my hand to climb up and I said "Jack, lets

sing the song."

"Which one?"

"Oh, you should know which one." I said before I made that cheesy grin on my face again. We

cleared our throats when Drake sat down on the lab stool.

I turned to Jack and asked "Ready?"

"Ready." he snickered as he raised his thumb as a sign of approval. Drake popped in a computer

disk and the music started to play. He exclaimed "Ready, boss." After the song introduction, we began to sing a tune like this:

We're two lonely guys

Livin' in a lonely paradise,

The true story lies

In these sexy guys.

"Hey man, we know how it is." Jack said confidently.

Because...

I got two kidneys

Under my skin.

I got them for work,

Got them for business,

Gimmie a break, man,

Here's my sunglasses, Dan.

I took off my sunglasses and wiped them off, then put them back on. Jack and I climbed down

from the table to lift Drake from his seat.

Oh, darling

My sweet old octopus,

If I weren't so lonely

I would make you into a purse.

Forget about childhood stuff,

I was only a kid.

Drake applauded and clapped with joy, for so I had said "That's it for now folks. Have a good

night!"