Nicolaas' thick writing blog

Yeet, time to show y'all every single piece of writing work that I did during the lock down, this is a massive blog so if you don't really want to you can just like... skip this, I dunno, anyway, blog time, here is every single piece of writing I did over the lockdown!

This first one is about reviews/criticism and some pointers on how to do them, funky eh?

What are some tips about writing reviews you have?

The week we had to do this was just to write a poem, granted it took me a while because I can't write poems so that's not very epic.

Have you ever written a poem?

This one is a rubric, to be honest you can just skip this one it's not that interesting, just a rubric about my report on a famous New Zealander

I don't know what to ask honestly, so like... what's you're favourite NZer? I dunno just role with it.

This week, we learned more about different types of punctuation and writing rules, this one was probably my favourite to do. (Totally not because I was already well informed on these subjects)

How good are you at writing?

And finally, to finish it of, I'll write you a story! :D
Again, since this is Ctrl+C Ctrl+V'd, the font is busted, but enjoy the story!

Esther never took herself to get lost in such a short amount of time, but here she stood, the dark green forest seemed like it could extend from Norway to Mongolia, she was a long way from home, Haiti was so much nicer than being stuck in the middle of Armenia, her hard light gloves had no more energy in them, the trudge from Albania to Myanmar would be long, but she at least hoped the gloves would at least last until Pakistan, right?

"Yeah... who would have thought? nice going Esther!" She muttered to herself in a harsh whisper, apart from her knee-high boots lodging themselves the ground beneath her, the only sound she could hear was the annoying buzzing of a creature she couldn't identify.

Myanmar was the only place left on Earth that would welcome her anymore, her hard light creations could only hold up that bridge in Belarus for so long, it's not her fault! She could never prepare herself for something like this, she was only 21. The- so-called -superhero from central America, she never liked the title of a superhero, she was just a girl that enjoyed helping people with her tech, right?

Saying that in her head makes her sound like a watered-down version of Ironman.

She could tell that it was getting night, the sun had fallen to the horizon, she wondered what would be next for her, would she be spotted and handed to authorities? Maybe she would starve, or dehydrate out here, god she hated this place, forests sucked, she never liked them. Her messing up had only gotten worse over time, over four years.

First, it was in Bulgaria, then Turkey, then the Netherlands, Luxembourg... Then, what the public dubbed as, 'The Belarusian Bridge Incident', was the last straw for the governments of the world, they placed a bounty on her head, they all thought it was her intentions to fail and let hundreds of people die.

So, she marched forward, staring at the ground, getting out of Armenia, and to Myanmar would be hard but she was still optimistic... Kinda, but she still had a problem, she was still ...

lost.

Reading

So, in lock down I did some work, (I know right suprising) and I'm going to start posting it now, probably all in the same day so that's funky, a-anyway, here is the first one, and it is on Reading, from what I can remember its about reading a text and what it made me think about, you might've seen something similiar in my summarising ones, so... yeah?

funky times

From the text I've chosen, what did you make me think about?