Friday, April 5, 2013

Story (further along)

Her eyes snapped open as the thud resounded throughout the house. Sleepily she looked around the darkness of her small, light pink bedroom. The quiet darkness revealed nothing to her as she sat up in her squishy full sized bed. Listening she thought she could hear the quiet murmurs of people talking just down the hall. Pushing the bright pink down comforter back she silently slid out of bed and began tiptoeing across the hard wood floor to her door. Pressing her ear against the dense white wood she could swear she heard people having a conversation along with another noise she couldn’t quite place. Turning the brass knob she opened the door just enough that she could peek her eye out through the crack between the door and the frame. Seeing that the hallway was still dark she opened the slowly opened the door and slid out into the silent hallway.
Looking to her left she noticed the light coming from under her parent’s bedroom door. Cocking her head to the side she padded down the hallway towards her parents room. As she crept towards the door she could hear the sound of hushed voices becoming clearer along with the sound she couldn’t place… it was almost like the sound of a puppy whining. Grabbing the hem of her light blue Little Mermaid nightie she continued to sneak down the hallway. As she reached the far end of the hallway she held her breath and pressed her ear to the white pine double doors that protected the entrance to her parent’s bedroom.
“-told you I wouldn’t let you get off that easy. This is probably going to be one of the best things I ever do in my life,” a feather light voice whispered from the opposite side of the door.
“But, please don’t all we have done is try to help you. I don’t even know what happened to you after he did that-, “she heard her mother whimper. 
“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!” the women screamed. Taking her ear off the door the little girl started to turn the knob, opening the door just enough to peek through. Light immediately filled her eyes and poured out into the hallway. The overwhelming smell of pennies filled her nostrils and made her gag as she fell to her knees, tears filling her dark grey eyes. The girl collapsed onto the hardwood floor of the hallway and began sobbing uncontrollably at the sight in front of her face. Her tear streaked face looked up into the bright light of her parents room, her dark chestnut hair falling into her face. She screamed and beat her small fists on the floor, splashing blood everywhere.
Nothing she was seeing made any sense, nothing she was hearing made sense; lights, bright lights, white hallways, white beds, white coats, the smell of disinfectant, the sound of a million and one people talking, screaming, crying. A blur of a leg, red stained bleach blonde hair-

“Serena are you okay, baby?” Chase whispered shaking the women from her nightmare.
Opening her eyes Serena looked around at the familiar bedroom she had been sharing with Chase for the past three years. The dark purple walls with a thick black stripe running along the top; the bright, white, luxurious carpet; the huge, dark oak four poster bed. She ran her hand over the smooth wood post and tried to shake the fog of her nightmare off. Serena rolled over on her side so she was flush with Chase and inhaled the familiar smell of Irish Spring and Barbarsol. Staring straight ahead she watched the dust dance in the golden rays spilling in through the floor to ceiling windows. Looking past the spectacle of dust and watched the commotion of the city carrying on in the early morning light. Just beyond the madness of the highway she noticed the serene atmosphere that surrounded Central Park.
Stretching her slender limbs and pushing the heavy white comforter off her body Serena climbed out of the bed. Giving Chase a quick kiss on the cheek she quickly strode over to her walk-in closet. She flipped on the overhead light and glanced around the seemingly endless space.  Striding to the back she opened one of the many dark oak drawers built into the wall and pulled out a pair of short neon yellow running shorts. Closing the drawer she opened the one just above it and pulled out a black sports bra. Shrugging out of her purple NYU sweatpants and black tank top she slipped on her shorts and bra. Turning Serena examined herself in the full length mirror at the back of the giant closet.
She frowned at the image of the person frowning back at her. Her dark grey eyes had dark circles under them and her skin had taken on a ghost white appearance. She ran her hand through her chest length dark chestnut hair. She watched as it fell limply back into stick straight defiance. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Chase always saying she was his angel.
“Yeah,” she whispered to herself, “his angel of death….” She frowned deeper at her own thoughts. Her friends were always telling her to lighten up and stop mopping around. Sighing she strode back out of the closet and towards the tall maple doors that lead out into the hallway. Closing the door silently behind her Serena padded down the beige carpeted hallway to the extravagant white marbled entry way. Pushing the call button on the elevator Serena searched around for her black running shoes. Opening the small shoe closet to her left she noticed the shoes were thrown all over instead of in their respective cubby holes. Chalking it up to Chase being his usual messy self, Serena rummaged around and pulled out her running shoes. Slipping the ultra-light, breathable shoes over her white, socked feet, she gently ambled onto the elevator.
Closing her eyes Serena listened as the thick metal doors closed behind her. Breathing deeply she listened to the whir of the elevator as it traveled 13 floors down to ground level. With a small ping the metal doors slid slowly open. Turning around Serena surveyed the dimly lit lobby. Everything from the faded red carpet to the tan walls had a gloomy appeal today. Looking out the towering front entrance doors she could see the ominous black clouds threatening another storm. Shrugging her bare shoulders she dashed toward the huge glass doors her chestnut hair bouncing lazily behind her. Reaching the door it swiftly swung open and the green suit clad doorman gave a stiff nod to Serena as she jogged past.
Tearing down the sweeping grey stone steps in front of her building Serena was hit with the smell of car exhaust and dirty shoes. Wrinkling her nose at the overpowering odor Serena started towards her destination. Serena weaved her way through the stream of people on the sidewalk and dashed quickly across 5th avenue. Smiling, Serena jogged into the peace of Central Park. Without hesitation she ran off in the direction of the Bandshell.
 Minutes later Serena found herself laying down in Sheep Meadow under the gloomy darkness of the sky. Sighing, Serena picked herself up and walked started wandering toward the next grassy area. As Serena crossed the small path in between the two grassy alcoves she noticed a statue she hadn’t noticed before. Strolling toward the dark bronze sculpture she noticed the humongous eagles first. Looking closer Serena noticed the frightened goat wedged between the rocks about to be devoured by the birds. The sky was now the color of charcoal and the ominous birds of prey on the sculpture glared back at Serena as she inched closer trying to get a better look at the trapped ram.
A cool fall breeze blew through the park, making the almost bare trees brush together. Looking around at the scene Serena saw the place was deserted. Over the whispering wind Serena thought she could hear the slapping of shoes on the pavement. Shrugging it off to a noisy tourist, she looked back at the statue in front of her. Leaning in something caught her eye. Looking at the gap between the eagle’s wings Serena saw nothing but the park behind the sculpture. Cursing herself for being so jumpy Serena glanced around her and noticed it was almost black as night in the park now.
She started off back towards 5th avenue at a hurried pace, hoping to beat the coming storm. The wind was screaming now as she ran back towards her penthouse, but she swore she could hear shoes slapping behind her. Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder Serena saw a tall women running after her.
The woman’s long dark hair was flying wildly behind her as she sped toward Serena. Her long thin legs covered only by a thin pair of black leggings and her upper body covered with a thin white tank top. Confused, Serena stopped running and turned to face the women chasing her. The women came to a dead stop directly in front of Serena’s face. She was so close Serena could see the small beads of sweat dripping down her face and smell her rancid breath. Turning her head away to get a break from the smell of a garbage dump Serena noticed the small scar running down the left side of her neck.
Serena’s hand flew up to the same spot on her own neck and she ran her long slender fingers over her own scar. Her eyes widened instantly and she started staggering backwards. The women’s full red lips twisted into an impish grin. Her storm grey eyes lit up as she too saw the scar on Serena’s neck.
“Funny, isn’t it?” she asked in a sing song whisper, “how alike two people can be. Do you even remember who I am?”
Serena couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She hadn’t seen this woman since she was 10. Not since the night her mom was murdered. Quickly the entire night came back to her; the blood, her cackle when she saw Serena screaming, running into the dark evergreen forest behind her house to escape the same fate as her mom. Trembling, Serena staggered backwards away from the woman’s penetrating glare. Every step Serena took was fluidly matched by the women, her long legs carrying her ever closer with every step.
The park was now deserted. The sky had become an impenetrable fortress of ominous charcoal clouds. The rumble of thunder filled Serena’s ears. Suddenly, the dam that was holding in the rain broke and a cool rain started pouring from the sky. The cool rain drenched Serena to her bones. Shaking now Serena took off at a dead sprint back toward 5th avenue. Sheets of rain were gushing down from the black clouds, causing a thick mist to rise from the damp, warm ground.  Rain pelted Serena’s face as she darted down the paths.
The white mist now rising up from the ground gave the park and eerier feel as Serena tore through. Tears streamed down her sopping face as the memories of that horrible night invaded her thoughts and tainted her world once again. The heavy rain, along with her torrent of tears was making it impossible for her to see anything.
Shit, she thought desperately. I don’t even know if she’s chasing me anymore. Desperately Serena glanced in all directions. She only saw the white of the mist and the sheets of rain coming down from the sky. Panicking, Serena picked up her pace. Crunching quickly down the path Serena veered off into the damp grass to cut straight to 5th avenue. Squinting behind her Serena tried to see if anyone was following her. To her dismay she still couldn’t see anything. Bolting out into the lush open field Serena tripped.
                Rolling end over end Serena landed on her back, staring up into the torrent of rain. Head still spinning Serena lay on the sodden ground, sorting out her thoughts. Suddenly a tangle of dark damp hair was hanging in Serena’s face. Dazedly Serena looked up into the cool grey eyes of a killer, her mother’s killer. Her grisly mouth pulled into a wicked grin. The sadistic look in her eyes oozed crazy as the girl pulled a small knife from under her tank top.
                Straddling Serena the girl grabbed her arm and pulled sharply on it bringing it up toward her own chest. Calm grey eyes on desperate grey eyes the girl flicked the glinting silver blade out of its protective cover and over Serena’s trembling wrist. Slowly the girl lowered the razor sharp blade to Serena’s thin wrist. Pushing just slightly a pin prick of blood appeared under the blade. Smiling demonically the girl pushed harder and moved the blade horizontally, cutting the width of Serena’s wrist.
                The crimson blood oozed down Serena’s pale arm toward her body. Serena whimpered as the red liquid ran like a river from the deep cut on her wrist. Tears ran from her eyes as the girl brought the blood stained blade down again on her arm. Looking up into the rain Serena realized this was how she was going to die; slowly and painfully from a million tiny cuts to her body. Closing her eyes Serena let the freezing rain flow over her, numbing her from the outside in. She could hear the girl’s psychotic giggle as she sliced Serena’s arm open.
                “You’re going to remember me for a long time,” the girl hissed.
                Suddenly Serena felt the blade dig deep into her arm, opening up a small chasm down the middle of her trembling arm. Blood surged out of the gash like a raging river. Serena tried to scream out in pain, but the girl’s slender hand was covering her mouth an instant after the incision. Tears streamed from Serena’s eyes. Her whole body shook from the cool rain still pouring down around her and loss of blood. Serena felt hopeless; she could see the blackness coming to meet her.
Through the mist and pouring rain Serena saw a black figure approaching her. The weight on her chest disappeared. The rain came down harder and cooler. The dark clouds hung lower and bellowed as thunder shook the ground under Serena. The lightning illuminated the entire park around her as she laid there, blood seeping from her arm and covering her front. The dark figure came ever closer and Serena new this was it, it was her time; He was coming for her. The figure sped toward her through the dense mist and torrent of rain. Smiling, Serena stopped fighting and let the blackness swallow her up.





                Chase woke with a start as the last beat thunder echoed through the master bedroom. Slumping back down into the plush silk covers Chase rolled over and reached over towards Serena’s empty spot. Right, she went running, Chase thought glumly as his hazel eyes fell on empty space. Thunder rung out through the bedroom once again as Chase lay there staring at the ceiling. Sighing, he pushed the heavy comforter off himself and swung his feet over to meet the lush white carpet. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he stumbled to the master bathroom.
                The room filled with bright light as he flipped on the light switch illuminating the lavish bathroom. To his left was the white marble counter top complete with white marble double sinks and gilded mirror fit for a queen. To his right was the grey marble Jacuzzi tub Serena had had put in. Ahead, fixed to the back wall was the huge dark grey stone walk-in shower. Staggering ahead Chase shrugged off his boxers and slid open the opaque glass door that was the entrance to the shower. Cranking the water to scalding, Chase listened to the quiet around him.
                Standing in the dimly lit shower Chase thought back to this morning. Letting out a stress laced sigh Chase wondered how Serena would take his news of deployment in her current state. Serena had been slipping further and further away from him lately. “Ever since her damn father showed up last week,” Chase said into the steaming shower.      







I planned to have Chase go away on deployment to Afghanistan all while Serena is trying to fight the girl who hurt her in the park. Serena is going to go and find her father and talk to him about what happened the night her mother died. Chase is meanwhile going to be in Afghanistan doing marine stuff and trying to help her as much as he can, however they are going to grow apart while Serena spirals further and further into the girls demonic world and the mysteries of what happned to her mother start to disturb her even more. Then in the end she will find out what really happens to her mom and Chase comes home.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

story

Her eyes snapped open as the thud resounded throughout the house. Sleepily she looked around the darkness of her small bedroom. The quiet darkness revealed nothing to her as she sat up in her squishy full sized bed. Listening she thought she could hear the quiet murmurs of people talking just down the hall. Pushing the bright pink down comforter back she silently slid out of bed and began tiptoeing across the hard wood floor to her door. Pressing her ear against the dense white wood of the door she could swear she heard people having a conversation along with another noise she couldn’t quite place. Turning the brass knob she opened the door just enough that she could peek her eye out through the crack between the door and the frame. Seeing that the hallway was still dark she opened the slowly opened the door and slid out into the silent hallway.
Looking to her left she noticed the light coming from under her parent’s bedroom door. Cocking her head to the side she padded down the hallway towards her parents room. As she crept towards the door she could hear the sound of hushed voices becoming clearer along with the sound she couldn’t place… it was almost like the sound of her puppy when she really has to go outside. Grabbing the hem of her light blue Little Mermaid nightie she continued to sneak down the hallway. As she reached the far end of the hallway she held her breath and pressed her ear to the white pine double doors that protected the entrance to her parent’s bedroom.
“-told you I wouldn’t let you get off that easy. This is probably going to be one of the best things I ever do in my life,” a hoarse voice whispered from the opposite side of the door.
“But, please don’t all we have done is try to help you. I don’t even know what happened to you after he did that-, “she heard her mother whimper. 
“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!” the women screamed. Taking her ear off the door the little girl started to turn the knob, opening the door just enough to peek through. Light immediately filled her eyes and poured out into the hallway. The overwhelming smell of pennies filled her nostrils and made her gag as she fell to her knees, tears filling her dark grey eyes. The girl collapsed onto the hardwood floor of the hallway and began sobbing uncontrollably at the sight in front of her face. Her tear streaked face looked up into the bright light of her parents room, her dark chestnut hair falling into her face. She screamed and beat her small fists on the floor, splashing blood everywhere.
Nothing she was seeing made any sense, nothing she was hearing made sense; lights, bright lights, white hallways, white beds, white coats, the smell of disinfectant, the sound of a million and one people talking, screaming, crying. A blur of a leg, red stained bleach blonde hair, a furry tail-

“Serena are you okay, baby?” Chase whispered shaking the women from her nightmare.
Opening her eyes Serena looked around at the familiar bedroom she had been sharing with Chase for the past three years. The dark purple walls with a thick black stripe running along the top, the bright, white, luxurious carpet, the huge, dark oak four poster bed. She ran her hand over the smooth wood post and tried to shake the fog of her nightmare off. Serena rolled over on her side so she was flush with Chase and inhaled the familiar smell of Irish Spring and Barbarsol. Staring straight ahead she watched the dust dance in the golden rays spilling in through the floor to ceiling windows. Looking past the spectacle of dust and watched the commotion of the city carrying on in the early morning light. Just beyond the madness of the highway she noticed the serene atmosphere that surrounded Central Park.
Stretching her slender limbs and pushing the heavy white comforter off her body Serena climbed out of the bed. Giving Chase a quick kiss on the cheek she quickly strode over to her walk-in closet. She flipped on the overhead light and glanced around the seemingly endless space.  Striding to the back she opened one of the many dark oak drawers built into the wall and pulled out a pair of short neon yellow running shorts. Closing the drawer she opened the one just above it and pulled out a black sports bra. Shrugging out of her purple NYU sweatpants and black tank top she slipped on her shorts and bra. Turning Serena examined herself in the full length mirror at the back of the giant closet.
She frowned at the image of the person frowning back at her. Her dark grey eyes had dark circles under them and her skin had taken on a ghost white appearance. She ran her hand through her chest length dark chestnut hair. She watched as it fell limply back into stick straight defiance. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Chase always saying she was his angel.
“Yeah,” she whispered to herself, “his angel of death….” She frowned deeper at her own thoughts. Her friends were always telling her to lighten up and stop mopping around. Sighing she strode back out of the closet and towards the tall maple doors that lead out into the hallway. Closing the door silently behind her Serena padded down the beige carpeted hallway to the extravagant white marbled entry way. Pushing the call button on the elevator Serena searched around for her black running shoes. Opening the small shoe closet to her left she noticed the shoes were thrown all over instead of in their respective cubby holes. Chalking it up to Chase being his usual messy self, Serena rummaged around and pulled out her running shoes. Slipping the ultra-light, breathable shoes over her white, socked feet, she gently ambled onto the elevator.
Closing her eyes Serena listened as the thick metal doors closed behind her. Breathing deeply she listened to the whir of the elevator as it traveled 13 floors down to ground level. With a small ping the metal doors slid slowly open. Turning around Serena surveyed the dimly lit lobby. Everything from the faded red carpet to the tan walls had a gloomy appeal today. Looking out the towering front entrance doors she could see the ominous black clouds threatening another storm. Shrugging her bare shoulders she dashed toward the huge glass doors her chestnut hair bouncing lazily behind her. Reaching the door it swiftly swung open and the green suit clad doorman gave a stiff nod to Serena as she jogged past.
Tearing down the sweeping grey stone steps in front of her building Serena was hit with the smell of car exhaust and dirty shoes. As much as she loved living in the middle of New York’s Upper East Side, Serena still hated the sounds and smells of the city. No matter what time of day it was, there were always cars, or buses, or people making an abnormal amount of sound. And everything, outside of her favorite place, smelled like diesel fuel and dirty feet.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

character short story

Soft tendrils of morning light drifted in through the crack in the black floor length curtains. The women shifted slightly as the golden yellow light settled on her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, trying to get her barrings and fully wake up. Blinking, she rolled over and examined the small silver alarm clock next to her bed.
    "7:30," she whispered quietly to herself. Sighing heavily, she threw back the thick, black down comforter and slid out from between the silk sheets. As her feet hit the floor the brown lump on her bed started to move. The chocolate lab puppy cocked his head to the side and looked at the women with its golden eyes. Smiling she gave the puppy a reasuring rub on the head and went of in the direction of the kitchen.  

Monday, March 18, 2013

Sonnet

Let's dive into your loyalty
verses the frozen arctic of this winter.
With your fuzzy body and warm disposition I feel almost like royalty
and I know your love for me will never fade or splinter!
Although, like all good things, this winter will come to an end,
and the cool will give way to the pressure of the summer thrill.
Winter's grasp will soon bend
to summers unrelenting will.
But unlike the restrictions of the frigid old man
your undying loyalty will not melt away
for we have have a love that will span
not only nights but also day.
For you are my dearly loving puppy, my spare part,
and I will forever keep you in my heart.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Limericks

Leonard was the new guy in town.
He looked sadly around with a frown,
for he had no place to go.
Finding a post he said, "Whoa!"
Too bad he ended up with a clown!
 



Sheldon was as far-out as space.
He posted for a room in his place.
When someone finally phoned
his old roommate had been disowned.
Sheldon didn't even like Leonard's face.
 


Leonard's only saving grace was his love of science.
Sheldon still required his entire compliance.
A roommate agreement came out,
Leonard started to have some doubt.
He signed anyways, confirming his alliance.


The two became close partners in crime
 in what seemed like virtually no time
they quickly became close friends
bonding o'er an electron lens,
so long as Leonard asked ahead of time.
 




Leonard soon brought more kiddies into their troop.
Oh, how the apartment did shout a great whoop!
As its space filled with glourious a chum.
So the tail of the Theory this does sum.
But Leonard still must jump through many a hoop!


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Sonnet

She looked like a red flamed devil.
with a smile so wicked,
and clothes all dishevel.
Ash black hair that looked fire licked.

Blood red flecks dotted her face,
and her clothes were covered in mud.
She ran all over the place
trying to cover up all the blood.

The house was as dark as the night.
the curtains were drawn,
there was not a speck of light.
The cop trudged up the lawn.

He gave a great knock
and the devil like girl she did gawk.

Poem questions

1. A simile makes a comparison using like or as while a metaphor makes a comparison not using like or as. A metaphor can also be either direct or indirect.
2. A direct metaphor comes out and says this is what I am comparing while an indirect metaphor doesn't flat out say what is being compared to what.
3. A simple simile/metaphor just states what is being compared while a complex simile/metaphor goes more in depth to the comparison
4. A A B B A
5. A B A B C D C D E F E F G G
6. Onomatopoeia is words that are sounds
7. Personification is giving human qualities to something that is not human
8. 
     1. She was as fat as an elephant
         and she was only an infant
         her momma tried so hard
         to make her daughter less of a lard
       it worked so well she was as tiny as an ant.

      2. Sitting round the fire
          she was the look of desire
         grabbing her hand he led her upstairs
         he noticed something beneath her hairs
         turned out his pretty girl was nothing but a clothes lined wire.

       3. Sitting in the open field
           the apple she did peeled
           her eyes they did bore into the apple
           for the apple it did roar then fixed itself with a lapel
          and a sort it did wield

       4. He ran into his house
          and the small mouse
         it did make a tremendous squeak
         then the boy gave the mouse a big water douse
          

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

contrasting sentences

The small town of Oragami was a beautiful, pristine, industrial town just north of Sendai. It was the source of many industrial gains and a very prosperous people. These people were like normal people in Japan and enjoyed the close relationship they had with the sea up until that fateful day in 2011. The horrendous tsunami wiped out not only the town but the happiness of the people. Before the tsunami, the houses were pushed together in an arrangement much like the pieces of a puzzle. Now water runs through the streets. The children of the town used to run around the streets laughing and gallivanting with their friends. Now only tears remain.  The beautiful industrial park in the small town used to provide good tidings and jobs to the fortunate people who lived there. Now it is a reminder.  A reminder of what once was. The once proud little town was once bursting with people and ideas. However, since that fateful day, the people have left. They have evacuated the once loved town. Left it to fall into the clutches of the sea. The beautiful deep blue sea used to provide so much promise and hopefulness to the people of the town of Oragami. Now it is the enemy. The majestic sea once provided food and a source of labor for the happily thriving villagers. The sea is now the sources of nightmares. The town used to be a source of much posterity and happiness for the happy villagers. Now it sits in ruins. The town used to stand as a fortress next to the water, surveying the beast with little interest. Now it has invaded their castle. Most of the resilient villagers made it out of the horrific incident alive and with their small families. Those who are left now mourn for those lost.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Sentence Practice

1) First, the panther went to find food.
2) The panther couldn't find any food in the early morning. So, she went closer to the village.
3) After walking for miles, she noticed a villager. Then, she started plotting ways to get him.
4) First, she thought of stalking him, pouncing on him, and bringing him home to her babies.
5) Despite the feeling of luck the hunter had, the panther will surely kill him.
6) Even though the hunter fought off the vicious panthers attack, it will still kill him, and it will dismember his tiny body.
7) Despite the fact that the panther was cold, wet, and tired, the hunter was still no match for her.
8) Even though the hunter has trained for years for this moment, the panther will still stalk him, catch him, and then eat his toes.
9) Because the panther was so tired, the hunter ran away, hid in a tree, and started plotting the panthers demise, but the panther still had a few tricks up her sleeve.
10) Although the puny, obese, whiny hunter tried very hard, the panther still got him, and she went home to eat him, but the panther babies were in the mood for Spartans, so the panther mommy went off again in search for spartan yummies.

Coaster ~ personal narrative

Roller coasters can be an extreme thrill. Standing in a mile long line, chattering enthusiastically to your friends, waiting impatiently for what seems like hours, until finally it's your turn to make that ever important decision, where to sit for the ride of a life time?
 The back, where the boring, less adventurous people go; the front, where the junkies go, wanting once again to fill their heads with that sweet, heavenly feeling of adrenaline they can't seem to live without. You turn; start to bolt to the front, to beat the kids with the crazy look in their eyes when your friends pull you to the middle; the middle where the smart, sensible people sit, the ones looking for the rush without the high.
Strapping in, you patiently wait for the workers to come by and check the bars holding you in, wait for them to give the thumbs up, and you hear the hissing of the brake release as the coaster lurches forward on the tracks. The cars start their slow climb to the top the anticipation builds, fear grips your insides in a strangle tight grip. All of a sudden the clicking of the emergency brake stops, you look down one last time, see the ground miles below, and hold your breath as your car approaches the peak and down you go catching your rush as the wind whips past you, hair flying wildly behind you. The ups and downs, twists and turns, flips and flops make the entire wait totally worth it. The rush of all the air going past your face and upper body as only a tiny bar holds you in from a fall hundreds of feet to the ground beneath you.
Relationships can almost parallel a roller coaster ride, the waiting, turning, twisting, anticipating, and fearing. They can be the best things and the worst things in the world, scary or extremely fun and full of excitement. For most people thousands of miles don’t separate a happy couple when their relationship is still in its infancy, if ever. There are those select few who are separated by oceans, continents, millions of miles, lifetimes. Compared to that one summer a part is a cake walk. However, when you’re the one in the situation it definitely doesn’t seem like a cake walk, more like a lonely walk across an eight lane highway, not impossible but not easy by any means. Being a soldier isn’t just a job; it’s a commitment for not only the person, but their family too.
I woke with a start covered in a cold sweat from another all too real nightmare of Michael leaving on a plane and never coming back. Staring through the semi darkness of my room at the white pop corned ceiling my heart rate start to slow. Turning to my left to get a glimpse at my alarm clock I realize it’s only 5 am. Groaning I push back my heavy black comforter and slide slowly out of bed. I stagger across the soft white carpet to my dresser. Flipping on the light switch just to the left of my dresser, my ceiling light comes on filling the room with a soft yellow glow. Sleepily I stare at the pale, worried face I see there. Quietly I pad down the short hallway from my room in the back of the basement to the open living room. Looking out the windows I can see the black of last night starting to lighten in the early morning rays. Sighing I continue up the two flights of steps to the upper level of my house.
Reaching the top of the steps I run into a wall of coffee, standing there I let the familiar smell fill my nostrils and calm my stomach.  I continue my quiet journey to the shower after making sure I hadn’t woken anyone. As I tip toe down the hallway a symphony of morning noises accompany me; the cat jumping around, my parents snoring, and the soft mumblings of my brother. Silently opening my parent’s bedroom door I pad across the grey plush carpet and into the small bathroom just off their bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I flip on the lights filling the room with a warm yellow glow. After pulling a crisp, white towel off the door hanger I start the shower, cranking the water temperature to scalding. Stepping into the cascading, hot water, steam rolling out of the small white shower stall, I can feel the tenseness and stress falling away and swirling down the drain like the water. After what seems like Nano seconds I step out of the warm shower and into the frigid air of the bathroom, the weight of the day settling yet again on my already heavy shoulders. Grabbing my purple pointers sweats and faded black blink 182 shirt, I grudgingly pull open the bathroom door and bolt for my bedroom.
After traversing my now active home I find myself locked quietly in my bedroom once again. Flopping on my squishy full sized bed decked out with black sheets and pillows I close my eyes trying to sort out all the feelings stomping and yelling in my head. Rolling over and staring at the ceiling I try to focus my tired brain on the hundreds of thoughts swimming around my head.
 Fear of the unknown had been strangling me lately. Fear has so many forms it’s almost better to ask what fear can’t reach out to than what it can reach out to. Well, saying goodbye to someone who is basically your other half is something fear sinks its teeth into and won’t let go of, no matter how many promises you make, or how many times you say it’s nothing, or that nothing is going to change. Frankly because change happens, bad things happen to good people, and people make their own decisions especially when they’re miles away on some god forsaken Army base with zero contact to their families.
                Sighing and with a heavy heart I slowly get ready for the grueling trip to the airport. Glancing in my giant mirror I still see that worried, pale face staring back. Running my hand absent mindedly through my long brown locks I exit my room and make my way back up the steps to the main floor of the house. Glancing out the giant windows over the front door I watch the dark blue Expedition creep up the driveway. As the vehicle comes to a stop Michael slides out of the passenger seat. Shuffling down the steps into the foyer I slip on my black flip flops just as he pushes open the front door. Straightening up our eyes lock, dark brown on amber, both filled with tears and longing. Grabbing my purse off the oak bench against the far wall and linking arms Michael we exit my house for the last time together that summer.
                As we both shamble back to the waiting Expedition, Michael grasps my hand in his with a vise like grip. We climb into the tank like vehicle and slide in side by side. Pulling out of the driveway we start the all too short journey to the airport. After what seems like only minutes we stop in Hudson at the Army Recruiting station where our guide is dressed in nothing but his army best. The camo clad figure ushers us inside to wait for the other boy who is being sent to the same prison sentence. The office is cold, uninviting. The stark white walls and grey cubicles decorated with Army propaganda showing the pride and courage it takes to really be a solider.
                Standing there in the silence it hits me that none of the kids who they send off know what they’re getting into. They don’t realize how hard it’s going to be on them, on their family. Shaking my head I kick at the standard grey workplace carpet trying to ignore all the false promises made by the office. The bell on the door rings, signaling that others are entering. Glancing up at the white aluminum door as the camo boogeyman walks in as the other boy follows like an obedient puppy.
                “Time to go everyone,” he says briskly as he grabs the keys to a silver minivan. He pushes past everyone and back out the door, the other boy shuffling out behind him. Michael and I climb back into the Expedition, his mom hopping in behind the wheel again. Back on the highway we start the second leg of our short journey to the airport. We sit in silence for the duration of the ride no one wanting to actually talk about the fact that one of us would be gone for the entire summer with barely any contact with the outside world.
                Scrambling inside the hectic airport we meet up with Michael’s dad. Glancing around for the right gate fear grips my insides, throwing my mind and stomach into a hail storm. Finding the gate we all start in that direction meandering down the long hallways to the far gate that will be the last place I will see Michael until September.
                Reaching the gate we all settle in for the short wait as the current passengers exit the plane. Sitting in the small plastic chairs it finally hits me, this is the last time I will see him all summer, three horribly long months. The summer all of a sudden seems like a long, dark tunnel with only a small pin prick of light signaling the end.
                “Carole,” Michael whispers, “listen, I know I’m gonna be gone for months but remember how much I really, honestly, truly care about you. I never want this to end.” Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a small black velvet box. “I promise I will come back to you no matter where I go. I love you,” he says opening the box and showing me the small silver ring inlaid with a blue and purple heart.
                Smiling and with tears rolling down my face I slip on the ring. Wiping away the tears from his face I give him a quick kiss. Grabbing his bags he runs off the catch the plane saying a quick bye to his parents as he goes. Reaching the door to the jet bridge he looks back over his should and I give him a huge, gleaming, all teeth out smile. He smiles back and rushes through the door.
                Watching out the window as the plane accelerates down the jet way and takes off I feel hollow inside. Half of me gone off on an adventure of a life time while the other half sits at home waiting around. At the plane disappears from view I wipe away the rivers of tears rolling down my cheeks. Turning around I shuffle over to his parents and we all meander back to the car and I realize I’m not alone, not hollow. Smiling to myself I have an overwhelming feeling of relief. My stomach unknots slightly as we walk back to the Expedition and I know it’s all going to be okay.
                I realize that much like a roller coaster this is just one of those twists that make the ride that much more entertaining. My head echoes with his last words to me and I realize I am once again smiling from ear to ear. The rush inside my head is much like the one you get when you ride that roller coaster down its first hill. Sense tells me we will be okay and he will come back to me with nothing but open arms. Sitting in the Expedition as it speeds back towards Somerset I decide to let go and see where the ride takes me. All while I sit comfortably in the sensible middle of the coaster.
               


72 days.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Personal Narrative Prewriting

Dad- comforting, helps with my problems, hunting
Sam- comforting, stalking episode, my room
Reggie died- hunting, cabin trips, with me for 14 years
Basic Training- Michael being gone, Army life, new meaning to the word relationship
FWS summer- Prairies, summer trips, duck/crane/swan banding    


Basic Training
(Intro)

      Roller coasters can be an extreme thrill. Standing in a mile long line, chattering enthusiastically to your friends, waiting impatiently for what seems like hours, until finally it's your turn to make that ever important decision, where to sit for the ride of a life time?
     The back, where the boring, less adventurous people go; the front, where the junkies go, wanting once again to fill their heads with that sweet, heavenly feeling of adrenaline they can't seem to live without. You turn, start to bolt to the front, to beat the kids with the crazy look in their eyes when your friends pull you to the middle. The middle where the smart, sensible people sit, the ones looking for the rush without the high.
     Strapping in, you patiently wait for the workers to come by and check the bars holding you in, wait for them to give the thumbs up, and you hear the hissing of the brake release as the coaster lurches forward on the tracks. As the cars start their slow climb to the top the anticipation builds, you turn to your friends and exclaim about how close you are to the top. All of a sudden the clicking of the emergency brake stops, you look down one last time, see the ground miles below, and hold your breath as your car approaches the peak and down you go catching your rush as the wind whips past you, hair flying wildly behind you.
     The rush of free falling through space, where your stomach goes straight to your feet some people love to feel, take it for granted. I however hate that feeling. Typically it means something bad is going to happen. I usually try to avoid that feeling at all costs however last summer I had to face that particular little fear face to face when Michael left for basic training in the lovely Fort Jackson, South Carolina.


   FWS Summer
(Intro)
     Some people may want to spend their summer in the pool, or better yet, inside in the A/C out of the sweltering summer heat. I, on the other hand, would give anything to pull on a loose pair of blue jeans, a YCC t-shirt, and steel toed boots and spend the outside in the summer heat surrounded by tall grass. Pulling barbed wire and weeds could turn into some of the most amazing adventures ever. And laying around under whatever trees we could find could be some of the best afternoons in my life. Working hand in hand with nature can be an extremely rewarding and awesome experience out there. Thank heaven I got the opportunity to do so a couple summers ago when I got to work with the Fish and Wildlife Service as a summer intern.



FWS Summer
(setting)

As I walk in the old wooden double doors the office is small, no more than fifteen by ten feet, just large enough to fit a large dinning room table in with about 15 chairs crammed around it. Straight ahead is a giant white board taking up about half the wall with the names of all the wetlands and prairies written down the left side. Tape running under each prairie name to separate one from another. To the left is a large pad of paper with current projects scribbled on it in any available place. To the right of the door is another tiny desk crammed into the corner with a new desktop computer on it connected to a projector that is pointed just to the right of the door. To the right of the white board are two more wooden double doors that run from ceiling to floor with small glass panes cut out to show the outside and the small observation deck behind the office.  

Reggie
(Setting)

The grey chain line kennel is no wider than 4 feet, plenty of room for a medium sized black lab. It's empty now, smelling only of dirt and old hay. The weather beaten wooden dog house tucked neatly in the back is starting to finally fall apart. The sounds of dogs panting and yipping are only ghosts now as I walk to the back of the dirt floored kennel and take a small leap to sit on the dog house. Looking back towards the grey chain link door, it swings slowly closed in the silent breeze, creaking the whole time. I run my hands over the now smooth wood of the house remembering all the times Reggie used to lay on here to escape the heat. I look up seeing the tattered remains of the brown tarp that was used to keep most of the sun off the dogs in the summer. I glace at the right and notice how you can see the entire back yard from this spot. Green grass hills and a larger than average garden filled with left over corn and other random vegetables we have yet to eat. I slide down and take the ten steps it takes to get back to the door and close it behind me as I slowly walk back to the house leaving memories closed in the kennel.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Telling Writing/ Word Choice/ CC list

The once sugary, kind, old Mrs. Clause has been kidnapped and replaced with her body snatcher double. The same clothes, a blood red velvet floor length dress with matching cap, are still worn. However, there is one large difference. The new Mrs. Clause loves dogs as much as a lion loves gazelle. Earlier today her bloodied form was seen in her small rustic kitchen. Her hands and mouth were dripping with the candy apple red of the dogs blood, small specks of which has landed on her glasses. Her ice blue eyes were filled with a wild hunger, for the sickly sweet taste of blood, human blood.

It was a cool, frigid winter day and Santa, the always efficient man that he is, had just come in from a long day in the shop. As he walked in the small cottage he and Mrs. Clause shared, he could feel something was off. He had noticed the offness ever since Mrs. Clause had come home from her trip to Zombie Land. He could never put his finger on just what was off, but there was something different about his sugary, sweet wife, something... almost deadly off. Shaking off his feelings of offness he slowly shuffled into the small kitchen where he could hear his lovely wife making another deliciously decadent supper. As he quietly poked his head around the corner, as if not to disturb her Mr. Clause saw something he never envisioned in his craziest dreams. Standing in the center of the small, rustic kitchen was Mrs. Clause, hands and mouth dripping with the candy apple red color of blood. The entire kitchen smelled or iron and Santa could now see the many dog bodies, drained of their blood all around the small kitchen. Santa gagged, he just couldn't believe what he was seeing, he refused to believe what was being presented in front of his eyes. Suddenly, Santa could hear a small noise. He peeked around the corner again to see that Mrs. Clause was singing to the small dog in her bloodied hands. As Santa watched in amazed horror Mrs. Clause wrapped a small velvet bandage around the dogs tiny waist where an entire piece of the small white poodle was missing, cleaned away the blood from the whimpering puppy, and put him in a tiny padded bed next to the tiny grey stove where several other small poodles were laying. Santa looked around the room, trying to find some sort of answer to the question of what his wife was doing. He continued to watch as Mrs. Clause turned suddenly and pulled a small white blob out of her dress pocket. As Santa watched the blob came to life, growing fangs the size of pens. He fell back against the rough wall of the cottage. He couldn't believe his wife had brought an abominable snowball into their house. Santa slapped his head in recognition. Of course that's why the dogs were bit! Abominable snowballs loved the taste of dog flesh. After catching his breath, and regaining composer he shuffled further down the tiny hallway to the bedroom he and his still sweet wife shared.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Telling Writing 1

I was pulled from the sweet tendrils of sleep by the soft, serene, and gentle humming of my alarm clock. Groggily, I tapped in the code to make the singing quiet. I rolled out of my dark, warm cocoon and staggered over to my dresser. Gazing sleepily into the over-sized mirror I realized I had an AP Bio quiz in a matter of four hours! Hurriedly I ran up the steps, taking two at a time, racing the clock. After my all to short time in the boiling hot water of the shower, I went to study quickly. However, just as I was devouring my textbook, my ride appeared in the driveway signalling it was time to head to school. I grabbed my boulder sized backpack, and I ran out the door into the frigid morning air of winter.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Example List and CC Comma Sentences

List Comma Sentences

The Labrador is the most popular breed of dog by registered ownership in Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom, and the United States (since 1991).

It is also one of the most popular assistance dog breeds in Australia, Canada, the United Kingdom, and the United States and many other countries, as well as being widely used by police and other official bodies for their detection and working abilities.

Typically, Labradors are athletic and love to swim, play catch and retrieve games, are good with young children, elderly, and for protection.

CC Comma Sentences

  • I love you, but I can not marry you.
  • I want to go to the store, and I want to go to her birthday party.
  • He had not known her long, yet he felt very close to her.
  • Tuesday, January 22, 2013

    writing sample

    During the summer of 2011 I was hired to work with the Fish and Wildlife Service as an intern during their hectic summer months. I then spent the duration of my summer pulling out barbwire fences, uprooting invasive plant species, and learning a whole lot about things I never knew excited. Getting the chance to see first hand how hard it is to maintain native grasses was really eye opening. Learning how to recognize the bad plants from the good plants and how to help keep prairies at equilibrium was really a life changing experience. It showed me an entire new field I could, literally, explore. Not only did I get to know some interesting and exciting new people I got the opportunity to meet new plants, animals, and ways of life. It was really exciting being out in the prairies everyday, no matter how hot it was or how tall the grass was. That summer was one of the most exciting summers of my life. It also, helped me learn a lot about not only prairies, but an ecosystem almost lost at the hands of people.