In class we experienced a new type of writing. It involved turning off the monitor playing various types of music and typing without being able to see what you have written. The experiment definitely opened my eyes to my writing. I seem to write the same thing over and over again and I hate what I ended up writing. My writing is so constricted to a narrative in the exercise.

This is what I ended up with after an hour of writing:

He dropped dead without any notice. He fell from the sky straight through the roof  of starwars fanatic John Doe. Joh freaked out and had no idea who he was suppose to call. He called the police and they said theres nothing they can do with a dead body. He called the ambulance and they said you will have to call the morgue there is nothing we can do right now were to busy.

As my father ;lay dyring I listened to his last wishes. He wanted to me to find my mother and ensure she was safe. He wanted me to look out for my younger sister asnd take care of the village. And with that he died. His eyes closed and the light from his skin became a pale bliss. I grabbed my hunting dagger and rasn for the woods. I had to bring my mother back to camp safely. With no food or water I trecked through the woods for hours. Then I saw her. Lying in the same pale bliss as my father. Blood red arms and a fearful expression. Tears swamped my face as a fell to my knees and closed her eyes. I had failed my great father and mother and now the village had to leader. Only me. An 18 7 year old boy with no more skills than a deer hunter. I made camp next to her body and lit a fire beside her to keep her warm. I knew she was deasd but I refused to admit it.  At first light a made a raft of sticks and lay her body in the nearby rive. I would

The first signs of labour his her like a truick with 12 wheels. At first she thought there was something wrong.. but on arrival at the hospital she discovered shre has been in labour for 24 hours already and was 10cm dialated. The docters were amazed she didn’t feel anything til now as they whisked her to the emeregncvy bi]rthing room her husband running behind.afte another hour of labour it was born. A pale green human with eyes of black. She refused to touch her own sun as she ordered her husband to pack their things and leave forever. The nurses pleaded it was still her son. But she wanted nothing to do with the creature she had created. As they left one nurse looked after the baby and tried to get him adfopted by a oloving family. No one would take him, he was classed as an ‘alien;’ a ‘freak’, ‘monster and unhuman. So she took him in herself. And raised the boy as her own. EveAt around 3 his pale green skin tueed to a pale white and hes black eyes adapted into a haxzy green like his adopted mothers. –

He grabbed his spandex shirt, his high waisted shorts, suspendersx and 4 wheleler rollerblades, put on his massive headphones and skatied head bopping to the skating rink around the corner.   He passed his arch enemy and through an apple at his face while he safely rolled away. As he reached the rink the skater disco has just begun. He jumped in a skated his heart out, no regrets, no bullies no nothing just skating and no one to tell him what to do. Hwe went over to the lolly shop caferteria and spend all of his pocket money on the most expensive lollies there. He started twirling aghain in the rink but then his stomach began to ach. He fell to all fours in pain as the ambulance arrived on seen. The candy in conjunction with the roller dancing has made his stomach twist0000000000000

He grabbed is 40m range sniper and two hand guns ready to attack. His target Russian mafia boss. He walked down the garage hall trutting as he threw a grenade behind him not looking at the explosion.He walked away in his all black assassin gear and black shades into the sunlight fearless on attacking.  As he walked aruound the corner hundred of bullets came his way. He was under ambush. He dove around the corner escaping all but one bullet to the leg. He hopped into the nearest store and demanded their first aid kit. A man in all black robes stepped infront of the shop window and fire another set of shots .

She arrived at the club whrere all her friends were already dancing. All she wanted was food, she ran upto the bar and demanded their whole menu the bartender said, “lady this is a club, all we have is peanuts, if you want food go to maccas down the road”. Somewhat angry at his rudeness she kicked off her heels and ran for Mcdonalds. Qwhen she arrived she ordered 3 quarter pounder meals with extra friends, a double chocolate fudge Sunday and a garden asalad with cheese. She sat and ate her feast. She a2oke to the cleaner telling her to leave iun some language she didn’t understand. She had passed out after eating the night away. She wen t back to the club where her friends were stuill dancing. DShe grabbed the peanuts on the counter and ate as zhe watched them, finally loose energy. The all grabbred hands and wlked out saying what a great night they had ALL had together. 

There are many ways we are allowed to do our narrative. All of the them being strange creating a non-linear narrative. I have decided to do a story about a crazy scientist who builds a time machine goes into the future and shoots himself just to see what happens.

To create an interactive aspect i’m letting the audience decide where the story goes for example: After he shoots himself his future wife hears it and comes to see what happen and the reader will get to choose A. Hiding behind a box or B. Hiding the body and taking your own place in the future.

I have already started the intro to the story which is this:

I pulled the trigger. With eyes of hope and hands nothing like a surgeons, I pulled it. I watch the tiny metal rocket spin through the air and into my own heart. The slow motion cinematic gave me enough time to regret the decision and consider whether I had enough time to jump in front of myself and be saved. As crazy as it sounded I had just shot my own flesh and blood. And not in a family way either, I mean I shot myself. Now I truly lived up to the crazy scientist stereotype I had futuristic ally lived up too. But now the true test, how am I still here? If I went back would I still be alive and get shot by myself in the future? One would think since I had already pulled the trigger I would see it coming and change the outcome. The timeline shift must be true. It was like nothing I had ever imagined. Abruptly fairy like footsteps hesitantly filled the floor above me. I trembled with thoughts as I also lay dead with none. I did not think through an escape route for this one. I decided to jump back in the machine. As I turned to grab the rusty fridge handle I realised there was nothing to grab. Gone. No where around the grey scene that I supposed was my future basement. I saw a box that read “Jaspers things”. I only thought senseless people wrote that on boxes when they moved. Seems as though I had joined them. How low is my IQ in the future? Is there even such a thing.. Do machines actually control the world. I forgot what was happening in real life as my brain exploded with my own thoughts. I was used to it. My brain always lead me astray and into awkward conversations about my listening skills, especially with my ex-wife.

*DECIDE A OR B*

(Source: stephatuni)

Today in class we explored a crazy way to make digital writing. We used an online form format to make a story. I decided to do mine on an application for a job. The job being at a graveyard to keep a ghost company after dark so the already distrupted neighbours can sleep in peace.

http://goo.gl/EWL48

Also I learnt you can shorten URL’s online which I did to the one above which re-directs to the form I did in class today!

It was hard to wrap my head around the idea of a story through a form at first and I had a few ideas:

• A docters form for patients to see if their crazy or not
• A story with different outcomes
• A matchmakers quiz

I dont think my questions were as creative as they could of been either. I think this format for writing is a great way to explore your own capabilities. It really extends your train of thought and makes you think of ideas you never would of thought of before. With more time and effort this could be a great interactive way to tell a story.

I also looked at another piece of eliterature. This one was called Flight Paths by Kate Pullinger, Chris Joseph and Participants:

http://collection.eliterature.org/2/works/pullinger_flightpaths/index.html

The online art work was described as a ‘A networked novel’. Personally I found it, not confusing, but too much to take in; I felt as though I was reading a whole book. The visuals were exciting and eccentric. They invited the viewer with colours and a movie like setting. The pictures did not move. They were just panned over to create a moving effect. The text or story that went with the images was placed randomly in places on the picture.

I found the scattered text hard to read and quite frankly my eyes hurt after reading/watching two of the ‘Networked novels’. The story was interesting but not interesting enough to continue reading. Effect and visual wise, it was a good experience but I would not personally watch it again. I’m sure once I view more I will understand it more and maybe take more of an interest in it.

This week I looked at a few pieces of eliterature, the first one I looked at was called Strings by Dan Waber:

 http://collection.eliterature.org/1/works/waber__strings/argument2.html

This piece was the first I had ever viewed. It was an interesting concept bringing words to life through online expression. The writing moved as though a string with a strong word below to compliment the relationship. 

It took me a while to come to an understanding of the piece, and I’m still not sure I understand it completely as the author intended. I broke the piece down into each section and each ‘string’ of a certain word. 

For example, one of the words is ‘haha’. The word is then animated above, as though a piece of string. The word wiggles around and then jumps from left to right, to me this insinuates, laughter. Therefore I visualize it as an animated compliment of the word itself.

I thought the work was clever and interesting, as the first piece of digital literature I had ever seen, it helped me understand it that little bit more.