English 10: Writing Portfolio
Catholic Memorial High School
While searching in the closet for my jacket something trapped the attention of my eye. What was
it? From the looks of it, it was an old weapon from back in the day. I picked it up and realized it
was an old handgun, made mostly out of wood and cold to the touch do to the metal plating on the
side. It was no longer than 10 inches long and had a clunky feel to it. The thing was practically
falling apart. It had a rusted smell to it, as though it had been in a rain storm. Why was this in
our closet? And how did it get here? I was going to get to the bottom of it.
I noticed an engraved name on the side of the gun Francois LaMarc a famous French general who
was considered a genius at weapon crafting. The gun itself was made during the 1700’s and was
supposed to be the gun of the century, able to shoot a bullet a mile away. LaMarc was not only
famous for his crafting skills, but was also famous for defeating 17 British soldiers at one time.
He only shot 4 bullets and took them all out. Due to his heroic acts he was called to be a leader of
the French military, but he had to refuse so he could give up his life in the military and became a
nomad…. Searching the lands day in and day out.
One cold winter night LaMarc was ambushed by an entire platoon of American soldiers and was
held captive. He was thought to be a spy sent to find out their plans in the up coming war. Months
went by and LaMarc had still said nothing. His pride was too much to handle so they called in a well
known general of the American army, George Washington who was able to get inside the mind of LaMarc
and he later convinced him to join the American troops to take out the British. While traveling to
Trenton LaMarc and his troops were caught off guard by 30 British troops and where all savagely
killed, But LaMarcs handgun was lost in a mound of snow. Days later Washington Came upon that very
spot and found LaMarcs handgun and kept it so that he could get revenge on the British. That very
next day Washington rode in on his horse w/ nothing but that handgun Yelling “Redemption” in the
name of his old friend LaMarc. That very night Washington took on that very same group of soldiers
that killed his friend.
While traveling to Boston Washington Dropped the gun in a Horrible blizzard and it was lost for
nearly 200 years. The gun found its way into the hands of a new general, Eisenhower. WWII had begun
and that gun seemed to find its way into his bag while going over seas. Once he put that amazing gun
into his hands, he was driven by a new power that roared within him. Later becoming President he
sent the gun to Randolph to be held with his brother, who later lost it. The same place that the gun
was lost, new apartment buildings were built up and in the very spot the gun was last seen, was a
space just big enough for a closet…..
In the current day that very gun seemed to choose my closet as its new home. While in my
possession the gun will remain in a place where I know it will be. This object means there is a hero
inside all of us and it is caged until we draw it out. Hopefully the gun won’t get lost in a snow storm and stumble into another persons lap. Who knows who will obtain the gun after me, but until that happens I will keep a close watch out for it.
|In a nearby West Roxbury
neighborhood is one of the most serene locations around. this is a
place where I come almost everyday and treat as my second home. In the fall the leaves fall off the
5 trees that are seen on this little island and the fallen leaves cover all the blades of grass. The
island is no longer than150 feet long and 50 feet wide. Even though it is in the center of a
suburban community there are usually no visuals of other people, which makes it feel more like my
own place. In the spring, the island is one of the main places foe all of the animals and can be
heard scampering through the branches, which causes a startling motion as to what will come out. In
the mornings the blades of grass are all covered with morning dew which makes a glimmer in the air.
When you see the island from afar it is difficult to see the solitude that comes from it and when
taken the time to do so, you can notice that the simplest of all places can be home to such great
life. As winter begins to approach, the squirrels stock up on food and the birds go south, the flies
die off, and only I am left to stay for the time till spring.
The winter air is starting to come and is chilling all that surrounds this island. The grass is
covered in frost and makes the grass now look more of a turquoise color. The wind seemed to hold out
which makes all the trees stand tall without any budge. The squirrels normally seen running through
the leaves are gone and the birds of gone as well. The cold air was numbing to the nose and cut off
my sense of smell. The feeling of this first winter day would take some getting used to. Some of the
snow still laid on the ground form the previous snow storm which was like a white blanket over the
island. It was strange, the way the island felt dead, in the sense that nothing was moving and was
barely any feeling to the trees. Even the sun that warmed up this place was like the moon and lost
its energy. Although life may not be seen clearly, take the time to bring the life back into it.
While walking to the island, the air was quite warm for this time of year. It was around 50
degrees and during the winter season here, the temperature is on the 40 to 30 degree side. The sight
of the island was a peaceful one, yet strange without the birds and the squirrels whom are seen
scampering along the branches and the bed of the ground. The sun shined through the trees, outlining
every branch as though there was some Heavenly presence. The air was soothing to the nose when a big
breath was taken in, it felt cleaner from the chilliness. Normally this time of year was a hassle,
but this year was different here at the island. It’s like a slice of fall was staying and didn’t
want to leave.
While walking to the island I notice there is a little squirrel running through the grass and
up the trees, which was unusual for this time of year. The cool air was starting to blow in which
was just enough to make the steam from my breath appear. The grass was strangely colored, it was a
mix of dull green and a dirt like color. There were small pockets of dirt dug up by that little
squirrel who was looking for last minute food before he goes away for the winter. The ground felt
like a rock and was getting harder by the hour. When the breeze started to enter, it made the trees
sway and was pleasing, as though the trees were singing a song. The sun was guarded by a few light
gray clouds that seemed to come and go just as the birds do at the island. It is not long now until
all of the trees and grassy ground will be dusted with snow, and that time is getting closer by the
day. The strange weather makes me wonder, if like the squirrel, does life take a little extra
preparation and a little risk of our actions, but doing them anyways because we enjoy that life on
Today the island looked gloomy with the dark clouds taking away the bright sun, in which gives
this great places a sense of life. The wind blew in the chilly air, but the trees stood tall and did
not budge. The discolored grass is wet from the rain that earlier. From the rain came the small
water dots on the edge of the blades of grass and on the fallen leaves from the fall. If looked at
close enough you can see that in each water dot there are little air pockets. Each of these was like
a little planet and it gave the ground a glimmer, even with no sunlight the water dots some how let
out a little slice of light. It looked like Christmas lights were being lit. It’s amazing how from
the smallest water dot can come a great beauty. I believe that in every essence of natures wonder
can create a little world, one that will bring more glimmer in life outside of all the city lights
is the most natural light, one that gives life.