By Sadie Mae

Once there were four very scaly dragons found in a dungeon. The guards were so scared they let the dragons go. The four dragons loved to help people, (that is what got them into so much trouble) but they could never figure out why no one liked them. One day an old lady needed help to cross the street because there were so many cars. They all wanted to help her, but they all rushed forward at the exact same time, they bonked heads and fell down. When the old lady saw them trying to help her, she came from the edge of the street and kissed all four on the head. Everyone who saw this still loves the old lady and the four dragons to this day.

I wrote this story, but not for the writing class. I was working on my writing homework, and got SO BORED! I ended up wasting time thinking about dragons, dungeons, and other stuff. Since my imagination was already running, I wrote a story. This is what I ended with! I did end up turning this story into my writing teacher.  

The Love of the People

By Sadie Mae

4-10-11

As Gilgamesh sat sobbing for his tragically lost plant devoured by the nasty serpent, he heard a voice calling his name from somewhere in the sky. Once his eyes had dried enough for him to see, Gilgamesh realized it was his friend, Ekindu, who had just returned from the afterlife, in the form of an excellent eagle. Ekindu took Gilgamesh on his back, ascended into the sky and flew over the Sumer River. After flying over many things, and talking about many more, Ekindu murmured, “Look to the west, just near the beautiful mountains and towering ziggurats.” So Gilgamesh looked and distinguished the radiant city he had erected. Wisely, Ekindu told Gilgamesh,” Gilgamesh, look around you! See the temples! Look at the gardens! Examine the marvelous houses! Gilgamesh, you already have immortality. You will live in the hearts of your people forever because of your love for them, and their love for you.”

This story is the last story framed after 'The Epic of Gilgamesh.' I hope you enjoyed reading my version of the epic story. 


Sadie Mae

Gilgamesh's Despair

By Sadie Mae

3-26-11

Happily on his way home, Gilgamesh spotted a pond and went to take a dip. He skipped along to the pond, set the plant on a rock, and jumped in. Gilgamesh was just beginning to hum a happy tune, when out of the corner of his eye; he saw a vile serpent, coming toward the plant. His plant! Gilgamesh had swum to far away to do anything, but shouted and tried to scare the snake away. Helplessly, Gilgamesh watched the nasty snake swallow his lovely treasure. Gilgamesh continued to watch and to his utter amazement, the snake’s old, dull scales fell away, and new radiant scales grew where the old ones had been. Gilgamesh bellowed his despair while he watched the shiny snake slowly slither away.

I followed the outline pretty well for this story. I LOVE writing!!! 

Thanks Filled Cheers

By Sadie Mae 

3-20-11

Finding out how to live forever would be King Gilgamesh’s last quest. Searching became tedious. After searching in many musty mountains and desolate deserts, small towns and powerful cities, he found the one man who survived the great flood.

          Gilgamesh had always wondered how the great flood came about and saw this as the perfect opportunity to find out. So he asked the man. The man told Gilgamesh, “There was a place where a striped rock plugged the fountains of the deep. This rock was also magic so that if it was removed, the flood waters of the sky would also come. Now one day a woman walked by and saw the rock and realized it was the most beautiful thing she ever seen so she reached down and pulled it from the ground. She had not gotten two feet before the water had surrounded her and she could go no further. God had warned me beforehand and had saved me, my wife, and all the animals in a massive boat. ”Gilgamesh’s curiosity still had not been satisfied so he asked another question. The one he had set out from his castle to learn. “What about the plant of life?”

          “Ahh, the plant that restores youth.” Said the man before he continued, “The plant that restores youth, or the plant of life as you call it, resides in the sea. The sea is that one to the south that is created where three rivers, the Tigris, the Euphrates, and the Jordan, meet. Be very careful, if you fail, there will be no telling what will happen to you.”

          After hearing this, Gilgamesh was just about to set out, but realized what a big favor the man had given him. So he said, “If there is ever anything you need, come to my castle in the city of Urek and say, ‘I have the King’s blessing.’ If they refuse you, show them this.” As he said that, he reached into the pack on his back and pulled out a very fancy paper with the most elaborate gold seal. When the man’s eyes grew wide, Gilgamesh told the man, “This is called the dazzler. This will validate the fact I indeed sent you, because they will recognize my gold seal and give you anything your heart desires.” With that, Gilgamesh headed directly to the Euphrates River, because he knew it would take him there. As soon as Gilgamesh arrived at the river, he tied rocks to his ankles and jumped in. He was traveling at a rate that would alarm most people but Gilgamesh, even with his lack of breath, was really quite calm. Very quickly a strange glow came into view, and just moments after that, he realized that the radiant thing was actually the plant of life. He instantly knew he would only have one small chance to grab the plant. The plant was covered in piercing thorns that made his whole arm throb, but he did not consider letting go for even a moment. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but probably was only a couple of seconds, the plant loosed. With very little effort, Gilgamesh cut the heavy rocks from his ankles and shot up to the surface. Breathing heavily, Gilgamesh thanked God and bellowed out a loud cheer.

This is an example of not following the outline exactly. The original outline was about seven sentences long. As you can tell, this is not. I added little snippets of stuff I heard from miscellaneous places into my story.

A Fun-to-Read record

The Epic of Gilgamesh, which for some time has been considered the oldest fictional story remembered, is filled with many things such as friendship and death, adventure and sorrow, trial and success. Originally written 5,000 years ago, it is thought to have been recorded on 12 tablets of stone. Gilgamesh, who happened to be a corrupt king at the beginning of the story, brutally ruled over the Sumerian city Urek. The Epic of Gilgamesh is an epic tale overflowing with glorious gods, amazing adventures, and magnificent mythical creatures. This story is surprisingly similar to the Bible. Such, as a colossal serpent steals eternal life from a man. Another similarity is the indefinite gods are so fed up with the awful mortals; they destroy all but one man in a worldwide flood. This man is mentioned. The Bible stories must have spread throughout most of the ancient world. This superb story is a record of the Sumerian culture that is very fun to read.

This is a story I wrote in my writing class last year. It could be concidered a prologue to the rest of the story that I have written. The stories were written from a key-word outline, though I did not follow the outline quite the way I was supposed to. I will post the rest of the story later.

My Imagination
By Sadie Mae
Written on 2-3-11

When on rare chance

                I manage a moment to spare,

I don’t jump on stage and prance

                Or go downtown to stare

Should I let my mind soar?

                Back to a famous war

Or should I go to the heavens and fly?

                If you thought that then you must not know I!

For the place that I shall be

                Is catching clams beside the sea

Then the second I am needed

                I come right back to home

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of the next occasion I’m alone

I wrote this poem for my writing class last year. It was one of the first times I realized how much I liked poetry. 

My Shadow

By Robert Louis Stevenson

 

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;

And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—

Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,

And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,

And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.

He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;

I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;

But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head,

Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

 

    I am doing this poem because it is one of my favorites, and it reminds me of a friend of my sister who can quote the entire poem. Besides, today is one of those days where the lazy little shadow is still in bed:o)