Monday 24 September 2012

The Dark Knight Review Critique

I chose this review on The Dark Knight because the movie was very good and definitely on of my favourite movies.  Also, this review is written very well and gives enough information without completely spoiling the movie.  Here are some other reasons I chose this review.

This review talked about some strong characters and explained them very well.  For example, the reviewer talked about how well the Joker played his part in this movie.  He was very sick and twisted and he explained this well.  Also, this review gives enough information about the story and setting without ruining the full effect of watching the movie.  He tells enough information about the movie so people can decide whether they would enjoy watching it without giving to much away.  My favorite genres of movies are action and horror.  If I could do a review on any movie it would probably on this movie because it is very good and one of my favorite movies.

Dark Knight Review



Thursday 20 September 2012

Writing Inventory

Riley Sherrard
I do not write in my spare time, but there are many things I do other than that.  In my spare time I enjoy playing video games, go on the computer and watch television.  Some of my favorite kinds of writing are adventure and horror.  I enjoy these types of writing because they are full of suspense and action.  The kind of writing that comes easy to me is narrative because I find it easy to make up something then to have a set topic to write about.  The kind of writing that I find challenging is essay because I have a hard time writing about a set topic.
                I get my ideas for writing from my head.  All my ideas I usually think of off the top of my head when the topic is given to me.  I wrote a descriptive piece of writing in writing class called The Run.  It is about a horse and her foal running away from the ranch they were raised in to the mountains because they hate the life they are living.  The story I have just spoken about is one I am especially proud of because I have put a lot of work into it and I believe it is one of my best.  I usually only write one draft for school assignments and then add to it as I find and correct errors. 
                I think my voice is one of my strengths as a writer and also how I can keep my readers interested.  I think some of my weaknesses as a writer are my word choice, punctuation and sentence structure.  I am not sure what my favorite thing to write about is because I do not write very often.  My goals as a writer this semester are to become an overall better writer.

Tuesday 18 September 2012

The Run

Riley Sherrard

    We run.  Run through the mountains, my foal close to my side. The sweet crisp air enters my nostril and exits my parched mouth.  The explosive thumps as my hooves slam against the rocky ledges of the the mountain.  My foal pants asking me to stop but I can’t.  Alarm fills my mind as I think about my rider catching up and hauling us back to that horrible ranch below the mountains.  We run onward.

    I remember growing up on that ranch.  The smell of dung burnt my nostrils as I stood by my parents.  The only thing we had to eat was the rotten leftovers of my riders supper from the night before.  I felt imprisoned, trapped in a prison with no escape because of the electric walls surrounding me.  And the dreadful wait for my rider to drag me hopelessly from my imprisonment was everlasting.  Then when he put on the saddle, hopped on my back and rammed the jagged spikes of his spurs into my vulnerable sides forcing me to bolt forward.  I didn’t want my foal to live this, to be ran to near death like me, my parents and all the other horses.  That is why we are running away, as far away from that horrible ranch as we can.

    Now I start to slow down.  My foal begins to trot slowly from exhaustion.  We both come to a stop and I look out over the mountain ranges.  I once again breath in the cold crisp air which freezes my mouth and throat.  The frozen breeze blows through my tangled mane.  I look down at my foal and stare into its gloomy unsure eyes.  I slowly lift my head again and begin to step deeper into the mountains.