The Heart of the Story
This is a collection of my personal writings as well as writings I am required to write in my creative writing class. I really hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Back! >0<
Summer was great! Now I'm back in school, and the craziness is overwhelming! However, I foresee a lot more, and a lot better quality writing in the future. I really miss just being able to sit down and pour out my heart on paper, as well as being forced to write. I doubt I'll post more frequently, but I promise I will totally post more stories, poems, and other random junk!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
A Story With No Letters With Dots (ASWNLWD) or Just Plain Old Dot
Dot was a human that graced the earth on the day March 5th, 1456. She
was part of a town called Marn, near a lake called Tarn. Sad huh.
Anyway, she had lots of people close to her that were pretty awesome.
Not only that, but she had met a dragon named Buckbub who could breathe a
hot plasma substance that severely scared all the people from the town.
But that was okay for Dot. That meant she could hang out on Buckbub’s
back and not get yelled at by her mom. Dot had a puppy named Fredrek
that she often took to see Buckbub when she went as well. One day,
Fredrek really made Buckbub mad, so he ate Fredrek. The unfortunate
occurrence threw Dot into a deep sadness that penetrated her soul. The
loss of her beloved dog broke her heart and crushed her head. She went
loony and volunteered herself for a dangerous occurrence.
The
dangerous occurrence was one that drove a llama and a rat together and
mashed them with a human. After that unfortunate event Dot was known as
SupErHUmAnLlAMa. (Caps are correct) She rode on her dragon to take out
all who worked for darkness. The Unloved Dr. Muhmmadgum was her worst
enemy. She went to take the Dr. out and...
Friday, May 4, 2012
Veggies!
So
there I was eating my squash when it suddenly screamed out, "No! Please
don't eat me! If you don't eat me your whole life will be incredible!"
I
looked at that little talking squash skeptically. "You're a squash. Not
eating you, or eating you for that matter won't totally change my
life."
"That's
where you are wrong my dear fellow!" the squash proclaimed, "I am a
magical squash! I have harnessed the power of the vine to make magic
happen!"
So here was this squash telling me he, wait, she... well it, was magic. "You're a sorcerer squash from the vine? Yeah right."
"I promise!" it squeaked.
"Prove it." said I.
All
of a sudden my entire meal turned in to pumpkins and broke my table.
"All right then. Fix my table and I'll believe you." It changed my
table, and the pumpkins, back to normal.
"Well, well, well. Looks like you are magic!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Placing a Character in a Situaton
Sacagawea and five other people share a microwave and a small refrigerator. Messie cooks her own lunch every day and leaves a mess. Her idea of cleaning up is to put a half-eaten plate of food in the refrigerator, not wrapped up. It stays there getting more and more disgusting until someone else throws it out and washes the plate. Messie never washes a dish or throws out her trash. When another person once complained to Messie, she became angry. Sacagawea and the others are getting more and more annoyed.
Sacagawea always stays out of it. Instead of confronting Messie she just cleans up the food and the plate when it gets too bad and never thinks about it until then. What Messie does with her food is her own problem, not Sacagawea's. That is the extent of it in her mind. When it gets bad, she'll throw out the food, but otherwise, she would do nothing.
Sacagawea always stays out of it. Instead of confronting Messie she just cleans up the food and the plate when it gets too bad and never thinks about it until then. What Messie does with her food is her own problem, not Sacagawea's. That is the extent of it in her mind. When it gets bad, she'll throw out the food, but otherwise, she would do nothing.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Wrong
the fear inside
that sick feeling you get
when you realize
something is
really
very
extremely
wrong
but you don’t know what
you just have that sense that somewhere
something has
just
been
utterly
destroyed
but you don’t know what
but you do know
that something
will
be
revealed
soon
but you don’t know how soon
all you know is
something is
wrong.
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