Monster Creation Reflection

Creation is something that takes time and deep contemplation. Creating Scott Lawrence meant that my group was responsible for making our monster who he is and that nothing is left uncovered. We had to make sure he had a personality that fit his body and that fit our imaginations. True, we did have arguments with his general creation, but we compromised in the end with what was best for Scott Lawrence and satisfied each other's preference.

Though challenging, the activity was exciting because the monster we created, our creation, was who we wanted him to be. Despite the fact that he has a complicated backstory, Scott Lawrence turned out to be the creation our group desired.

Poem about Scott Lawrence

Good and Evil With No Soul

A legacy of savagery

A legacy of evil

A legacy of murder

But evil is not born

A creature lost

Between real and unreal

A creature lost in between good and evil

A creature made with no soul

Mixing the creature in a militias bowl

All can be good or evil with no soul

Scott Lawrence Origins

       M. Lawrence was by birth an American. During his creation, the lands surrounding the hidden, desolate shack he was born in became a tone quieter than before. The world knew that another monster was born. Twas likewise when the monster's son was born decades later. These monsters, father and son, reeked havoc upon the lands, creating for themselves a reputation of desolation and a path of souls and desperation. In a thirst for more destruction the father, P. Lawrence, had an idea that would affect not only the lives of the people, but also of his own.

       The two Lawrence men raided villages and ripped, tore, and slaughtered their way to finding the best limbs and pieces possible. Through these means, a son was born.

       The son, Scott Lawrence, was exactly what he was not supposed to be. He healed instead of killed, gave instead of stole, and brought life where his father and grandfather took it away. Therefore he was cast out of his family's graces.

       In anger and hurt, he stepped into his fathers' shoes and began his own coping of destruction and blame. He was becoming what his father wanted until he stopped. His eyes beheld something he had never witnessed in the lands of his crooked family. A garden of delicacy and vulnerability with a girl tending to each one.

       "Why do you water that ugly plant?" Scott had asked in a tone of bitter resentment. He found himself relating to the ugly plant with its rotten color and lumpy leaves.

       "Because," she responded, meeting his eyes (not his ugly appearance) and seeing him for who he truly was. "It's still a plant and deserves to grow as all the others. An appearance is just the gates to a beautiful garden."

King Lear Scenes 1 and 2

In Scene 2, Edmund plots against Edgar and his father for inheritance. He tricks his father into thinking that Edgar was plotting to kill him, then tricks Edgar into thinking that his father was planning to hurt him in a rage. It's easy to deduct that Edmund plans on turning the two against each other and coming out in the end on top.

In Scene 3, Cordelia's evil sisters plot against their father and mock him without his knowledge. Because of this, one can infer that something may happen to King Lear in return for his judgment of Cordelia and his false loving daughters. The daughters plot to drag the king down until they have all the power and title without obligation to their father.

Wish

They screamed, they shouted, they argued out loud
They shouted with blind eyes, heard not with ears
The world could hear them; they drew in a crowd
The crowd heard all the words, watched with their sneers.

A girl and her mother, center of all
Hatred and love, two hard faces, they clash
In the distance through pain, a crow, a call
The words she spits, across a face, a slash.

The girl wishes for her mother's demise
The mother lets out a sick chocking sound
Crowd of crows take their leave, unit they rise
Feathers and mother both collapse to ground.

Daughter stumbles back, startled by the sight
Not wanting her chest to feel quite so tight.

Infant Joy and Sorrow

Infant Joy and Infant Sorrow are poems written by William Blake. Infant Joy is about the gentleness and serenity of a two year old infant. It characterizes Joy as an infant to symbolize youth and innocence. It also depicts Joy as something with a future and a desire to keep, by being named. Infant Sorrow is about the negative aspects of childbirth and the conditions of being born. It characterizes Sorrow as a newly born infant that is afraid and disoriented. Sorrow is also depicted as something that takes from what creates it or what keeps the sorrow strong.

Both poems are about the birth of something and how the surroundings contribute to it. Both can also be thought of as a story. Infant Sorrow is how there is pain and helplessness in the beginning, as well as a need for dependency. It also depicts the infant as newly born and disoriented, surrounded by what the infant immediately deems dangerous and must have comfort from its mother. Infant Joy could be what occurs to Sorrow later after two days. After the initial fear, Sorrow became more accustomed to life and became much more docile. Sorrow, or now Joy, was claimed and named by its parents and brought hope for a joyful future after the sorrow.

Reader Profile

My strengths in literature are in writing and reading, in which I do with swiftly and as best as I possibly can. My weaknesses come from the need of directions, for if I don't have practice on a subject, I will do my best to push through and try, but likely I will not be correct.

Reading is a stress reliever for me. Usually, I mostly prefer to read on my own time and I prefer to read books of my own choosing, not assigned books. Reading is more relaxing to me than taking naps when one is tired. I always learn something from books and I can divulge into multiple worlds and see from the point of view of many different people.

My passion is writing. I love to read and write, but my hobby is writing, because I can make anything happen, no matter what. I can create things my own way, express who I am through what I write, and release pent up emotions through writing about them or making my characters have the same issues and work through them, therefore helping me work through them.