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June 01, 2011

Seth MacBeth Writes A Play

Seth Macbeth Writes a Play
By; Ell J. Wilson


Seth MacBeth loves Theater.  Seth MacBeth also loves to write.  Seth MacBeth loved both so much, he decided one day to write a play. 


That same day, when Seth got home and finished his homework, he got out his creative notebook and began writing his story.  


First, he made out an outline.


I.  Plot (the main idea of a story)
A.  A boy plays too far from home and gets lost.
B.  The boy comes across three animals who help him
C.  The Boy finds his way home.
II. Characters ( could be people, animals, or other things that give the plot direction)
A. The Boy
~is 10 years old.
B. A Bear
C. A Fox
D. A Talking Tree
III.  Scenery
A. The Forrest or
B. The Beach or
C. The Jungle


Second, He wrote a rough draft of the story.


Once upon a time, a little boy got lost playing in the woods.  When he began to find his way home, he came across a little brown bear.  The bear said “I can smell good food.  I think your house is that way.”  The boy thanks the bear and continues till he crosses an old elm tree.  The tree was old and had seen the boy and his family before and told him to keep going in the direction that the breeze was blowing.  The boy finally stopped at a fox.  The fox quickly darted away and came back just as quick and told the boy to follow him.  The fox lead him directly home where the boy was home in time for supper.  The End.


Finally, Seth began putting the story into actable directions like so:


a boy wanders into the woods looking worried.
Boy:  I think I’m lost.  Is there anyone around who can help me find my way home?
enter Little Brown Bear
Bear:  I have a really great nose.  I can smell from miles away.  As a matter of fact, Bear sniffs the air  I can smell your dinner over there Bear points stage left (Also known as the Audience’s Left)
Boy:  Thank you so much Little Brown Bear!  
Bear:  Can I come with you?  I’m pretty hungry myself!
Boy:  Sure you can!  My mother will not mind!


And so on, and so on.


Seth worked on his play for quite a few afternoons, after his homework was finished, of course.  When he was finished with his play, he showed it to his parents.  
“This is wonderful!” beamed his mother.
“This is fantastic!” reviewed his father.
“You did a GREAT JOB!” They said together.
“I think we should take this play down to the children’s theater, and see what Mr. Jorgen thinks of it!” Seth’s mother suggested.

        That Saturday, The MacBeths went to Midville Children’s Theater and talked to Mr. Jorgen, the Theater Teacher.  He read Seth’s play carefully and he had a very big grin on his face.  
       “Seth MacBeth, you have written a wonderful little play!  May I produce this play for you?  I think I would love to have a student theater showcase featuring your piece.”

Seth was elated to hear this.  He looked at his parents as they nodded in approval.  Seth gave an enthusiastic “YES, PLEASE!” and shook Mr. Jorgen’s hand.


Two weeks later, Seth MacBeth played center-stage as title character, The Little Lost Boy.  He was given a standing ovation for his performance, as well as the other three children who joined him.


From that moment on, Seth MacBeth not only wrote more plays, but eventually started casting, directing, and even producing plays himself.  Seth Macbeth eventually grew-up to become a great and well known Off-Broadway Playwright and Director/Producer. 


The End

May 31, 2011

That's My Girl

That’s My Girl
By: Ell J. Wilson


Giselle was a girl who didn’t like Dresses
She’d rather wear ties and liked to make messes!
Her mother would sigh as she sipped her Grey Earl.
She’d look at her daughter and say “That’s my girl.”


Giselle didn’t like dolls, she didn’t like pink
She was not about baths, she’d rather she’d stink!
Her father would grin when she’d exclaim “I WILL RULE THE WORLD!”
He would be so darned proud and say “THAT’S MY GIRL!”


Gisell plays with cars, plastic bricks, and loved meat
She was not about shoes, instead her own bare feet!
Her Grandma would lightly shake her head while Gisell hatted her curls
In the end she would pat her and say “That’s my girl.”


Gisell loves to watch football, college basketball, and speed skating
She didn’t like gymnastics, ballet, or figure skating.
But with Grandpa she’d wrestle and race and  twirl
He’d then get pinned down and tell her “That’s my girl!”


Gisell’s birthday was themed with rockets and stars.
All her family and friends attended with packages from near and from far.
And when she made her birthday wish, she said “I wish for a puppy named Earl”
Everyone grinned and replied “That’s our girl!”


The End

A Note About My Stories

I would first like to thank you for coming to this blog and looking at my stories.  I encourage you to take a look at a story completely before reading because my target audience are for parents, guardians, teachers, and whomever are looking for stories to tell their children who are not part of "the status quo."  I want my tales to be read with acceptance, tolerance, knowledge, and most importantly Love.  


Love is a big need for young children.  Especially children who other people may think "confused" about their gender, lifestyle preferences, and non-traditional future goals and dreams.  Also, I write for families who are not considered "traditional" in life-style, religion, or all around situations.  

Having said all this, I will promise that I will write in a positive light.  I will try my best not to get "Preachy" with my morals and keep the young listener in mind.  My goal here is to write a story for everyone so that children and grown-ups alike can know that there is a story out there written just for them.  Everyone should grow-up knowing that a little boy can become a beautiful princess, or that the little girl DID break the spell without a Prince Charming, and especially that EVERYONE got their wish and lived how they wanted happily and ever after.

Sadly, for those of you who feel that any of this is okay to be telling, sharing, or teach children, that's alright too.  How we all raise our children is ultimately our choice and I respect that.  Just please don't leave any nasty comments telling me how much of a bad and shameful person I am for choosing to write these stories.  God gave us free will for a reason.  I also feel that God made us who we are for the same reason.  Right now, I am feeling God's hands through me to write these tales because no child should grow-up feeling like they are alone in this world, or that they deserve to be picked on, or how they are acting isn't appropriate for a boy or girl.  Believe me on that note, I heard that one from my own mother enough!

With that, I hope those of you who have found this site on purpose, I hope you enjoy.  I hope in the future to add some of my own illustrations in the hopes to publish someday into some great books!

Sincerely,
Ell J. Wilson