"I love you my little Danny Boy"
Beinning: A young teacher, Ms. Daniels, is beginning her first year of being a Kindergarten teacher. It was the first day of school, the busiest day of her life, a day that she also would never forget. That day she meets a young boy named Danny, and his mother. He is a very quiet little boy, extremely shy and is always secluding himself. His mother is truly the only one that could understand him. His mother is his only friend.
Middle: One day, Ms. Daniels recieves a chilling phone call. Danny's mother had been in a sudden car crash and had been killed on impact. Danny had asked to have a call be sent to her, the only person he trusted now that his mother was gone. Throughout the rest of the story the Danny and Ms. Daniels begin to develop a better relationship, and she soon feels the love that his mother must of had for him. Danny begins to trust his teacher, and soon begins to love her as he once loved his mother. He begins to interact with the other children. All of a sudden, something changes again, and he begins to seclude himself again. Ms. Daniels began to notice bruises and cuts on Danny's face and arms, not to mention him not wanting to go home. He would always come up with an excuse such as falling down on the way to school, or accidently falling of his bike. Things only got worse when he would start showing up on her doorstep late at night with a bloody nose or a black eye. Ms. Daniels finally had the courage to look into the situation. She learns that he now lives in a small apartment with his father, a cold man who never said much to anyone. She goes to the police to look for background on his dad. It turns out that there had been domestic abuse calls from his mother before she had died. Ms. Daniels is now determined to get Danny away from her father. She had called the police and they said that they would investigate.
End: One day, Ms. Daniels noticed that Danny wasn't there. She knew something was wrong, for her had been very proud of his perfect attendance record. She calls in for a substitute teacher and rushes over to Danny's small apartment. She smashed a nearby window with a large rock, and climbed into the apartment. The lights were off, but glass and pillows spread across the floor, there had been an obvious struggle. In the middle of the mess, Danny lay on the floor, unconsious and injured badly. She calls 911 and an ambulance rushes him to the hospital. The police arrest his father. As she waits in the hospital with Danny, she doesn't leave or sleep. She didn't want him to have to go into a child home or have to go into foster care, because she knew that he wouldn't do well, and she loved him too much to seem him be in a bad situation. She decides to adopt him. She now has the son that she always wanted, he has a mother who loves him dearly once more, and she also saved his life.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Hero's Journey for Hot Rod
Ordinary World: Rod, a childlike young man with a hormone disorder, continuously performs insane stunts that seem to cause serious bodily injuries. But of course he always has his hilarious band of kind, yet slightly off, close friends. "Hello, I am Rod, and I like to party." :)
Call to Adventure: Rod has always had to compete with his stepfather, to show that he was truly a man, until Rod comes home one day and is told that his stepfather is dying. Realizing that he is losing his chance to finally show up his stepfather, he realizes that he must raise money for his extremely expensive surgerly in order for him to be able to show his stepfather that he truly can be a man. "Have fun being married to SATAN!"
Refusal of the Call: This happens later in the story, when Rod is humiliated in front of his whole town. His stepbrother makes a movie that is premiered, but when it is watched, it makes Rod look very unskilled. He is extremely angry and ends up causing public damage. He is forced to spend all of the money that he had already made on fixing the damage he had caused. And to top it all off, his mom finally decides to tell him that she had lied to him all his life about his father being a stuntman and being killed during a stunt. Hearing this news makes him doubt himself, and he decides to quit. "I'm sorry sweetheart, he actually choked on a peice of pie."
Meeting with the Mentor: Rod has many mentors throughout his journey. Before every stunt he does, he calls upon the spirits of the animal gods. "Oh spirit of the bottle nose dolphin come upon me." "Spirits please protect me.......may they protect you." His friends also train him by putting him through many series of training tests, which many of them include drowning him and running over him with a car. "QWUISKY! QWUISKY!" Also, the beautiful Denise, the girl of Rod's dreams, teaches him and trains him through her magical yoga ways. "So is there a move that can cause a grown man to crap himself?"
Crossing the Threshold: He starts creating his plan to earn the money for the surgery. He tells his plan to his friends when they are at an ice rink. "Lets celebrate! popping of the bubble wrap."
Tests, Allies, Enemies: He starts doing shows, most of them literally blowing up in their face, but still making money. He also meets Jonathen, Denise's jerkface older boyfriend, who treats her and them very crappily. "And who are you princess?"
Approach: His friend his hit in the eye with a peice of metal, and calls Rod lately at night to drive him to the hospital. On the way there his friend tells him how ridiculous he had been acting lately. Kind of sets him straight. "Holy crap!! We just ran over a tiny bus!" "Hospital?" (points at a trash can.) "No, trash can." "Oooooh."
Ordeal: The day.....the moment..... comes when Rod is about to take his final jump. "I am going to kick your butt!"
Reward: He earns all of the money he needs for his stepfather's surgery. "A roast goose for everyone."
The Road Back: Rod is revived, and his life seems to be better. "Don't let your dads eat pie."
Resurrection: Rod is assumed dead when he is knocked unconscious when falling off his bike during his big stunt. He has an out of mind experience, and is revived by Denise's voice. "You were right, the Grilled cheese won."
Return with Elixir: Rod earns all of the money for his dad's surgery, and is finally able to beat him up. He also tells him that he is finally a man. He also gets his first kiss, and now gets to be with the girl of his dreams. And he finally starts to grow his mustache. :)
Call to Adventure: Rod has always had to compete with his stepfather, to show that he was truly a man, until Rod comes home one day and is told that his stepfather is dying. Realizing that he is losing his chance to finally show up his stepfather, he realizes that he must raise money for his extremely expensive surgerly in order for him to be able to show his stepfather that he truly can be a man. "Have fun being married to SATAN!"
Refusal of the Call: This happens later in the story, when Rod is humiliated in front of his whole town. His stepbrother makes a movie that is premiered, but when it is watched, it makes Rod look very unskilled. He is extremely angry and ends up causing public damage. He is forced to spend all of the money that he had already made on fixing the damage he had caused. And to top it all off, his mom finally decides to tell him that she had lied to him all his life about his father being a stuntman and being killed during a stunt. Hearing this news makes him doubt himself, and he decides to quit. "I'm sorry sweetheart, he actually choked on a peice of pie."
Meeting with the Mentor: Rod has many mentors throughout his journey. Before every stunt he does, he calls upon the spirits of the animal gods. "Oh spirit of the bottle nose dolphin come upon me." "Spirits please protect me.......may they protect you." His friends also train him by putting him through many series of training tests, which many of them include drowning him and running over him with a car. "QWUISKY! QWUISKY!" Also, the beautiful Denise, the girl of Rod's dreams, teaches him and trains him through her magical yoga ways. "So is there a move that can cause a grown man to crap himself?"
Crossing the Threshold: He starts creating his plan to earn the money for the surgery. He tells his plan to his friends when they are at an ice rink. "Lets celebrate! popping of the bubble wrap."
Tests, Allies, Enemies: He starts doing shows, most of them literally blowing up in their face, but still making money. He also meets Jonathen, Denise's jerkface older boyfriend, who treats her and them very crappily. "And who are you princess?"
Approach: His friend his hit in the eye with a peice of metal, and calls Rod lately at night to drive him to the hospital. On the way there his friend tells him how ridiculous he had been acting lately. Kind of sets him straight. "Holy crap!! We just ran over a tiny bus!" "Hospital?" (points at a trash can.) "No, trash can." "Oooooh."
Ordeal: The day.....the moment..... comes when Rod is about to take his final jump. "I am going to kick your butt!"
Reward: He earns all of the money he needs for his stepfather's surgery. "A roast goose for everyone."
The Road Back: Rod is revived, and his life seems to be better. "Don't let your dads eat pie."
Resurrection: Rod is assumed dead when he is knocked unconscious when falling off his bike during his big stunt. He has an out of mind experience, and is revived by Denise's voice. "You were right, the Grilled cheese won."
Return with Elixir: Rod earns all of the money for his dad's surgery, and is finally able to beat him up. He also tells him that he is finally a man. He also gets his first kiss, and now gets to be with the girl of his dreams. And he finally starts to grow his mustache. :)
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Gift I would Like to Give Final
A gift I would like to give, a life I could change, a person I could effect. A gift that could change the world, that could stop the pain and suffering, that is a gift I would like to give. Maybe something to live by, something that could change the course of someones destined journey.
My gift would be something to believe in. Something that gave hope to the world. A value? A person? A guideline? Any of which that someone could have faith in. Something that would give life meaning, and a chance to grow. It could be religion for some, it could be a companion for others. Something that makes life worth living.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” by Oscar Wilde.
Life, frankly is not always fair. People are losing hope quickly, the darkness filling their eyes rapidly. But then there are the others, the ones that can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the stars shining brightly in the dark sky in this case.
What would be the point of living if we didn't have something to look forward to, something that we could believe in. Where would we be? Where would the inspiration to live life to the fullest be?
My gift is for the people that feel alone in this world. When my dear friend told me, "I don't want to live anymore. What is the point? There is nothing here for me," I would of given anything to be able to give them something to live for. My friend is why this gift is so important to me, so he wouldn't have to go through the pain he would inflict on himself, which in turn, hurt me as well. He did things I know he regretted, but it was his way of dealing with his blurred feelings, the emotions he didn't understand. He has no idea how much he truly had to live for; a family, an awesome home, leaders and teachers that would of done anything for him, and people who truly loved him...including me. He didn't realize any of this though, and I just wish I could of helped open his eyes wider.
My gift of having something to believe in, could really save lives. It would help people understand and realize how much they have. They can see that the suicidal actions are pointless, that its really not worth it to do those things, because they could see that they would be working against everything that was good in their life.
Everyone on this earth, that lives, that breaths, all wish that they could change something in there lives. It could be adding something, could be discarding something, but they believe that it could make a difference in their happiness and satisfaction level. But our life is not like a words document, we can't edit what we don't like to make it better, we have to live with what we already have. This gift would help people focus on the positive, it would give us a real reason to keep moving, keep living in this frequently degrading world. Just because the world is trying to make a point by bringing us down, doesn't mean we have to go down and fall into the trap.
This gift isn't something that can happen automatically, we need to work on developing it. People need to just begin to see the good.This world is truly filled with a lot of crud; a lot of things that want to leave us helpless, things that want to swallow us, to make us no more. Its so hard to see the beauty behind the bleak ugliness that seems to cover many of our lives, but the point of this gift is to be able to see past the cloudy visions, and to see the brightness that is in all of our lives somewhere.
My gift would be something to believe in. Something that gave hope to the world. A value? A person? A guideline? Any of which that someone could have faith in. Something that would give life meaning, and a chance to grow. It could be religion for some, it could be a companion for others. Something that makes life worth living.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” by Oscar Wilde.
Life, frankly is not always fair. People are losing hope quickly, the darkness filling their eyes rapidly. But then there are the others, the ones that can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the stars shining brightly in the dark sky in this case.
What would be the point of living if we didn't have something to look forward to, something that we could believe in. Where would we be? Where would the inspiration to live life to the fullest be?
My gift is for the people that feel alone in this world. When my dear friend told me, "I don't want to live anymore. What is the point? There is nothing here for me," I would of given anything to be able to give them something to live for. My friend is why this gift is so important to me, so he wouldn't have to go through the pain he would inflict on himself, which in turn, hurt me as well. He did things I know he regretted, but it was his way of dealing with his blurred feelings, the emotions he didn't understand. He has no idea how much he truly had to live for; a family, an awesome home, leaders and teachers that would of done anything for him, and people who truly loved him...including me. He didn't realize any of this though, and I just wish I could of helped open his eyes wider.
My gift of having something to believe in, could really save lives. It would help people understand and realize how much they have. They can see that the suicidal actions are pointless, that its really not worth it to do those things, because they could see that they would be working against everything that was good in their life.
Everyone on this earth, that lives, that breaths, all wish that they could change something in there lives. It could be adding something, could be discarding something, but they believe that it could make a difference in their happiness and satisfaction level. But our life is not like a words document, we can't edit what we don't like to make it better, we have to live with what we already have. This gift would help people focus on the positive, it would give us a real reason to keep moving, keep living in this frequently degrading world. Just because the world is trying to make a point by bringing us down, doesn't mean we have to go down and fall into the trap.
This gift isn't something that can happen automatically, we need to work on developing it. People need to just begin to see the good.This world is truly filled with a lot of crud; a lot of things that want to leave us helpless, things that want to swallow us, to make us no more. Its so hard to see the beauty behind the bleak ugliness that seems to cover many of our lives, but the point of this gift is to be able to see past the cloudy visions, and to see the brightness that is in all of our lives somewhere.
Many people feel like life is just to hard to deal with. I know in my life, I've felt worthless, the darkness felt like it just encircled me. I couldn't see through the fog that seemed to box up around me, its deadly attraction to me wanted to smother my vision of the goodness that really was in my life. At one point, I had completely given up on myself. I thought, why is this happening to me? When will this change? Why can't life just let go of me so I wouldn't have to go through this anymore? But one of my dear friends told me one day, why are you doing this? Can't you see how many good things you have in your life? So snap out of it, you're ridiculous. That was a shot to my heart for sure, but those harsh words really saved me. I saw that I really didn't have anything to complain about, and that I truly did have many things that made my life good. That person is someone that gave me hope, which brought me to realize that I had many things to believe in.
This subject, makes me want to give more than a gift, more like a miracle. Its always so painful when a dear loved one finally gives up, gives up on their lives, by completing the final task. You feel like a wonderful gift was wasted. And all that runs through your mind is, what could I have done to help them? To help them see what they truly had? This gift could really save someone, someone who has blurred vision and who feel unstable. The heartbreak and the loss could really be cut down, and rejoice could really replace that. You wouldn't have to see the crying mother, father, or dear loved one who just don't understand the reasons, but to see the happiness that should fill their eyes.
I truly wish I could give this gift to anyone who truly needed it. I know how it feels to feel alone in this world, to not see any hope, but truly, there is always hope, and I hope that this gift would help people see that. This world needs something to believe in. This gift could cure a case of depression, to saving someone's life, to saving the world. How would this world be if the hope could help overcome it's struggles?
Thursday, November 5, 2009
A Gift I'd Like to Give #1
A gift I would like to give, a life I could change, a person I could effect. A gift that could change the world, that could stop the pain and suffering, that is a gift I would like to give. Maybe something to live by, something that could change the course of someones destined journey.
My gift would be something to believe in. Something that gave hope to the world. A value? A person? A guideline? Any of which that someone could have faith in. Something that would give life meaning, and a chance to grow. It could be religion for some, it could be a companion for others. Something that makes life worth living.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” by Oscar Wilde
Life, frankly is not always fair. People are losing hope quickly, the darkness filling their eyes rapidly. But then there are the others, the ones that can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the stars shining brightly in the dark sky in this case.
What would be the point of living if we didn't have something to look forward to, something that we could believe in. Where would we be? Where would the inspiration to live life to the fullest be?
To be continued...
My gift would be something to believe in. Something that gave hope to the world. A value? A person? A guideline? Any of which that someone could have faith in. Something that would give life meaning, and a chance to grow. It could be religion for some, it could be a companion for others. Something that makes life worth living.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” by Oscar Wilde
Life, frankly is not always fair. People are losing hope quickly, the darkness filling their eyes rapidly. But then there are the others, the ones that can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the stars shining brightly in the dark sky in this case.
What would be the point of living if we didn't have something to look forward to, something that we could believe in. Where would we be? Where would the inspiration to live life to the fullest be?
To be continued...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Poem about Love
Do I know what love is?
Peace, security, selflessness, passion?
Could it be that all of these are true?
That when I look into your eyes, I see your spirit, your soul,
That I am entranced by your gaze, the sparkle and electricity that entices my soul,
That when I look at you, I see a life in the future that includes both of us,
A ring on both of our left hands, that attaches us forever,
Picturing us growing together, older and older,
Always having the fire inside,
It never dying,
Always wanting,
You ask me, isn't that a while away?
Yes, but just looking into your eyes makes me know that it can be real,
A love so pure, that inside, I know its meant to be.
Peace, security, selflessness, passion?
Could it be that all of these are true?
That when I look into your eyes, I see your spirit, your soul,
That I am entranced by your gaze, the sparkle and electricity that entices my soul,
That when I look at you, I see a life in the future that includes both of us,
A ring on both of our left hands, that attaches us forever,
Picturing us growing together, older and older,
Always having the fire inside,
It never dying,
Always wanting,
You ask me, isn't that a while away?
Yes, but just looking into your eyes makes me know that it can be real,
A love so pure, that inside, I know its meant to be.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Life Story
You live your whole life, looking for the right person.
You compare, you observe.
You love, you break.
You learn, but sometimes it's too late.
Your heart gets broken, too many times.
It lays into to peices all over the ground.
But then someone comes around.
And you are someone that needs to be found.
They come to you, with super glue,
And put your heart back together, to make it brand new.
The feeling I get, when I'm around you.
Brings light into my heart, a love so true.
I searched, and I lost.
And paid some hefty costs.
But now I know that love is true.
Ever since I met you.
You compare, you observe.
You love, you break.
You learn, but sometimes it's too late.
Your heart gets broken, too many times.
It lays into to peices all over the ground.
But then someone comes around.
And you are someone that needs to be found.
They come to you, with super glue,
And put your heart back together, to make it brand new.
The feeling I get, when I'm around you.
Brings light into my heart, a love so true.
I searched, and I lost.
And paid some hefty costs.
But now I know that love is true.
Ever since I met you.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I Remember
I remember the first day I ever watched Spongebob Square Pants, and I fell in love with my future husband, Patrick Star.
I remember when this one kid in my Spanish class in ninth grade threw up all over the back of me.
I remember eating Milk Duds until I threw up on my eleventh birthday.
I remember my first kiss, on Homecoming night. :)
I remember the day that I met him.
I remember when I stepped on my group's final structure project and broke it in half, but the worst part is that it was worth about 75% of our final grade in my 7th grade engineering class...I've never been treated the same since...
I remember seeing Zac Efron's glorious masterpeice of a face in the first High School Musical.
I remember the day I went to my first concert, Hilary Duff, in 6th grade, heck yeah.
I remember going to Warped Tour a couple hours after I got picked up from EFY, two very different, pretty much opposite atmospheres.
I remember being a boy crazy fool all throughout junior high.
I remember falling off my bed during efy, and my cousin taking a picture of it.
I remember running up the stairs from the dark basement, literally sprinting, because I was scared someone was going to pop out from the darkness and grab my feet.
I remember when I saw my big little brother cry, tour my heart in peices.
I remember when I got surgery on my foot, definite water works day.
I remember my child development robot baby, I loved my baby Dan, I hated giving him back, like they were almost taking a peice of me.
I remember... life...
I remember when this one kid in my Spanish class in ninth grade threw up all over the back of me.
I remember eating Milk Duds until I threw up on my eleventh birthday.
I remember my first kiss, on Homecoming night. :)
I remember the day that I met him.
I remember when I stepped on my group's final structure project and broke it in half, but the worst part is that it was worth about 75% of our final grade in my 7th grade engineering class...I've never been treated the same since...
I remember seeing Zac Efron's glorious masterpeice of a face in the first High School Musical.
I remember the day I went to my first concert, Hilary Duff, in 6th grade, heck yeah.
I remember going to Warped Tour a couple hours after I got picked up from EFY, two very different, pretty much opposite atmospheres.
I remember being a boy crazy fool all throughout junior high.
I remember falling off my bed during efy, and my cousin taking a picture of it.
I remember running up the stairs from the dark basement, literally sprinting, because I was scared someone was going to pop out from the darkness and grab my feet.
I remember when I saw my big little brother cry, tour my heart in peices.
I remember when I got surgery on my foot, definite water works day.
I remember my child development robot baby, I loved my baby Dan, I hated giving him back, like they were almost taking a peice of me.
I remember... life...
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Journal Entry (Stan #11)
We were strolling down the pier, gently holding hands as the sun began to slowly set on the most perfect summer day. The sand started to be molded between our toes, I giggled at the feeling. The warm, tan, and almost sparkling tan crystals were almost like powder, it was so pure. The water was beautiful, it was clear, and bluer than the sky.
"It's so beautiful out here," I whispered in your ear.
You smiled, "not as beautiful as you."
You squeezed my hand tighter, and we began to frolick into the tide. The salty water sprayed us in our faces. I grabbed a handful of muddy and wet sand, and threw it at your face. You laughed and put your arms around me in a really tight bear hug, and then began to lift me off the ground and spin me around. I squealed into a laugh, and I held on to you tightly. You let me down, and gave me more of a gentler hug, and we both giggled and kissed. It was truly a perfect day, happiness was overflowing my heart, and I just felt like I had to catch the memory of this wonderful day.
"Hey babe, I want to go get my camera from the car, I will be right back." I grinned.
"Okay, hurry back though, I'll miss you! " you replied and laughed, "I love you."
"I love you too." I went over to you and gave you a quick kiss, but it was probably the most magical kiss we had shared yet, and I didn't know why.
I ran off to the car, the hot black top was burning the bottom of my feet. I hopped into the passenger seat, and started to look for my camera. I looked all over the floor and under beach blankets and baskets, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I looked for it for about 45 minutes, and I was expecting for you to come back and see why it was taking me such a long time, but you never did, but I didn't pay much attention to that.
I kept looking for the camera, until, all of a sudden, an ambulance came flying into the parking lot. Two men hopped out of the driver and passenger seats, grabbed a stretcher from the back, and began running towards the water. My heart began to pound, and I jumped out of the car and began to run to the water as fast as I possibly could. When I finally reached the edge of the sand, I watched in horror as they lifted you (my finacee) out of the water onto the stretcher, and put a sheet over his face. I followed them back to the ambulance, my legs feeling like jello. My heart felt like it had stopped, and I fell to my knees, tears began streaming down my face, the saltiness started to burn my eyes. I watched as they rolled your body into the ambulance and shut the big white doors. I saw a man standing next to his car with his cell phone in his hand on the other side of the parking lot.
He walked slowly towards me, "did you know him?"
"Yeah... he asked me to marry him this morning," more tears started to fill my eyes.
"Oh, I am so sorry for your loss," he patted my arm, "I saw him, he was getting deeper and deeper into the water, and there was this wave..." he looked down at his feet, "I saw him struggling once it hit, and I tried to run over, but the waves were too strong, and they just kept coming and pulling him down. So I called 911, but it was too late."
I gave him a hug, "thank you."
"No problem," he said, "do you need a ride, or do you need someone to talk to?"
"Its okay, but thanks, I'll just follow the ambulance to the hospital."
He nodded and left to his car. I slowly walked myself to your car, and slid into the driver's seat. Your cologne still filled the car, the sweet scent filled my nose. I looked at the ring on my finger, the little diamond sparkled. I slid it off of my finger, and held it in both hands. I brought it to my lips and kissed it. I held it near my heart. My eyes were closed, the salty tears dripped from my eyes. "I could of saved you, I could of saved you from drowning, if I would of just stayed."
"It's so beautiful out here," I whispered in your ear.
You smiled, "not as beautiful as you."
You squeezed my hand tighter, and we began to frolick into the tide. The salty water sprayed us in our faces. I grabbed a handful of muddy and wet sand, and threw it at your face. You laughed and put your arms around me in a really tight bear hug, and then began to lift me off the ground and spin me around. I squealed into a laugh, and I held on to you tightly. You let me down, and gave me more of a gentler hug, and we both giggled and kissed. It was truly a perfect day, happiness was overflowing my heart, and I just felt like I had to catch the memory of this wonderful day.
"Hey babe, I want to go get my camera from the car, I will be right back." I grinned.
"Okay, hurry back though, I'll miss you! " you replied and laughed, "I love you."
"I love you too." I went over to you and gave you a quick kiss, but it was probably the most magical kiss we had shared yet, and I didn't know why.
I ran off to the car, the hot black top was burning the bottom of my feet. I hopped into the passenger seat, and started to look for my camera. I looked all over the floor and under beach blankets and baskets, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I looked for it for about 45 minutes, and I was expecting for you to come back and see why it was taking me such a long time, but you never did, but I didn't pay much attention to that.
I kept looking for the camera, until, all of a sudden, an ambulance came flying into the parking lot. Two men hopped out of the driver and passenger seats, grabbed a stretcher from the back, and began running towards the water. My heart began to pound, and I jumped out of the car and began to run to the water as fast as I possibly could. When I finally reached the edge of the sand, I watched in horror as they lifted you (my finacee) out of the water onto the stretcher, and put a sheet over his face. I followed them back to the ambulance, my legs feeling like jello. My heart felt like it had stopped, and I fell to my knees, tears began streaming down my face, the saltiness started to burn my eyes. I watched as they rolled your body into the ambulance and shut the big white doors. I saw a man standing next to his car with his cell phone in his hand on the other side of the parking lot.
He walked slowly towards me, "did you know him?"
"Yeah... he asked me to marry him this morning," more tears started to fill my eyes.
"Oh, I am so sorry for your loss," he patted my arm, "I saw him, he was getting deeper and deeper into the water, and there was this wave..." he looked down at his feet, "I saw him struggling once it hit, and I tried to run over, but the waves were too strong, and they just kept coming and pulling him down. So I called 911, but it was too late."
I gave him a hug, "thank you."
"No problem," he said, "do you need a ride, or do you need someone to talk to?"
"Its okay, but thanks, I'll just follow the ambulance to the hospital."
He nodded and left to his car. I slowly walked myself to your car, and slid into the driver's seat. Your cologne still filled the car, the sweet scent filled my nose. I looked at the ring on my finger, the little diamond sparkled. I slid it off of my finger, and held it in both hands. I brought it to my lips and kissed it. I held it near my heart. My eyes were closed, the salty tears dripped from my eyes. "I could of saved you, I could of saved you from drowning, if I would of just stayed."
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Impulse 2
John: "By the way, your paying."
Kasey: "Ummm, ok." (looks puzzled)
John: "Ya...so... so look really pretty tonight, I like your dress."
Kasey: "Thank you! You looked like quite a.. "
John: " A stud? Yeah I know, anyways, sorry for spilling punch all over you at the dance."
Kasey: "Its no big deal, my dress was just white, now its pink."
John: "Its hot."
Kasey: "Okay...thanks."
John: " Did you have a good time at Homecoming with me?"
Kasey: "Yes, it was great!"
John: "Oh I know, its just because you were with me."
Kasey: "Sure."
John: "Oh you don't need to be modest about it, you were with the hottest guy there, it probably made you seem actually a little hot."
Kasey: "Yes, because that's all I really wanted." (Rolling her eyes)
John: "Oh, I know!"
Kasey: "Oh crap, I don't have any money with me."
John: "Well what kind of date are you?"
Kasey: "Excuse me?"
John: "Okay smart one, how...do we pay... if you don't have money? "
Kasey: "The guy that takes the girl out actually has money! Duhhh!"
John: "Lets go!"
Kasey: "What?! We can't, we haven't paid!"
John: "Shut up and hurry! We have to go before any of the workers notice!"
Kasey: "I'm not stealing."
John: "Lets just go!"
Kasey: "Let go of my arm!" (they run out the front doors)
John: "Yes! That was a close one! Tell me where you live again."
Kasey: "It's fine, I'll walk myself."
John: "Okay, lets get the kiss in then."
Kasey: "Get off of me!" (she slaps him and begins to walk away)
John: "Fine, jerk."
Kasey: "Ummm, ok." (looks puzzled)
John: "Ya...so... so look really pretty tonight, I like your dress."
Kasey: "Thank you! You looked like quite a.. "
John: " A stud? Yeah I know, anyways, sorry for spilling punch all over you at the dance."
Kasey: "Its no big deal, my dress was just white, now its pink."
John: "Its hot."
Kasey: "Okay...thanks."
John: " Did you have a good time at Homecoming with me?"
Kasey: "Yes, it was great!"
John: "Oh I know, its just because you were with me."
Kasey: "Sure."
John: "Oh you don't need to be modest about it, you were with the hottest guy there, it probably made you seem actually a little hot."
Kasey: "Yes, because that's all I really wanted." (Rolling her eyes)
John: "Oh, I know!"
Kasey: "Oh crap, I don't have any money with me."
John: "Well what kind of date are you?"
Kasey: "Excuse me?"
John: "Okay smart one, how...do we pay... if you don't have money? "
Kasey: "The guy that takes the girl out actually has money! Duhhh!"
John: "Lets go!"
Kasey: "What?! We can't, we haven't paid!"
John: "Shut up and hurry! We have to go before any of the workers notice!"
Kasey: "I'm not stealing."
John: "Lets just go!"
Kasey: "Let go of my arm!" (they run out the front doors)
John: "Yes! That was a close one! Tell me where you live again."
Kasey: "It's fine, I'll walk myself."
John: "Okay, lets get the kiss in then."
Kasey: "Get off of me!" (she slaps him and begins to walk away)
John: "Fine, jerk."
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sketch
"Hello Rose," was probably the best two words I had ever heard in my whole life. Maybe, it was because it came out of his mouth, his sweet, deep, rythmic voice saying my name, it sounded like a symphony. I was so shocked, stunned really, I couldn't even speak. "Rose?" he asked with a puzzled grin on his angel like face.
"Oh hello! Hello Ricky! " I spitted out, oh yeah Rosie, nice going, your a genious, you just got spit all over his face, I thought to myself. I just wish I could of said it without giving him a second shower. "I'm so sorry about that." My face was turning a deep red.
"Oh its fine, it happens to all of us." He smiled and patted my back, "So how are you?"
"Gggood. You?" I couldn't breath anymore, he just touched me, ME!
He began to tell me all about his day so far, or maybe it was about his football practice, or maybe it was about his Science project, to tell the truth, I really had no idea, I wasn't really listening, I just couldn't pull my eyes away from his face.
He was truly perfect in everyway. He was the most known guy in our whole school, but he was also so modest about himself. It amazed me how down to earth he was, I mean his life was truly perfect. He was the quarterback of our school football team, not to mention the best player, he took our team to state 2 years in a row, and everyone knew that he would do it again for his senior year. He was also the most gorgeous person currently living on this planet, probably even in this universe. Everyone loved him, including me. He was truly an amazing person.
I just couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, I was in a complete trance. His gorgeous blue eyes just glistened from the light hanging from the hallway ceiling, like a pond of crystal clear blue water. He always tilted his head slightly whenever he talked to someone, and tends to want to be close to your face. His tan skin, it was too marvelous to describe, it was so smooth, yet it seemed so fragile and fresh, like porcelain. His smile just brightened the whole room when he walked in, the whiteness of his teeth was just magical. Like they almost sparkle, like little crystals of hottness, you could say that he was my own little Edward Cullen. :) You couldn't help but just smile whenever you saw him. His hair, was a chocolate brown, so welcoming and creamy, it looked so warm and comfortable, I just wanted to take a nap in it! And I don't even know how to begin talking about his bod! Oh my gosh, I swear it was carved by an angel, it was a masterpeice. Like one of the statue greek gods, perfectly sculped.
Whenever I looked at him though, it made me so excited, of course! But also, sadness just would fill my heart, because, he was just too perfect. And when I say too perfect, too perfect for me, like why would he ever take an interest at me? Like, every single time I saw him smile, my heart would break, just like someone had punched me in my gut, I didn't even hold a candle to the rest of the girls in my school.
All of these things were just running through my mind! But all in all, he was perfect, he was truly my true love, my prince charming, and its been that way since the first time a saw him in 4th grade.
I guess I had been standing there for a long time, just staring at his face. Oh my gosh, I think drool had actually been running down my face! I guess thats why everyone walking by were just bursting out laughing. Oh well, really, who cares? I was almost under a spell, I literally couldn't stop staring at him. All of a sudden, I felt a warm, sculpted, tan, and muscular arm wrap around me. "Rose? Rosie? You there cutie? " he laughed as he softly shook me.
"Yes yes, I'm sorry about that. " I stammered.
" Anyways, would you like to? "
"Liked to what?"
"Come to my game, and then I wanted to take you to dinner afterwards, just you and me." He bit his lip, looking worried, "you don't have to if you don't want to."
I didn't understand, "Me? Really?"
"Yes you," he said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek.
My heart stopped, sparks were flying in my stomach, "yes! yes! I 'd love to!"
" Awesome, I'll see you tonight then." he whispered in my ear as he walked away.
"Ok, " I said as I closed my eyes and rubbed my cheek. Finally, my dreams had come true. ;)
"Oh hello! Hello Ricky! " I spitted out, oh yeah Rosie, nice going, your a genious, you just got spit all over his face, I thought to myself. I just wish I could of said it without giving him a second shower. "I'm so sorry about that." My face was turning a deep red.
"Oh its fine, it happens to all of us." He smiled and patted my back, "So how are you?"
"Gggood. You?" I couldn't breath anymore, he just touched me, ME!
He began to tell me all about his day so far, or maybe it was about his football practice, or maybe it was about his Science project, to tell the truth, I really had no idea, I wasn't really listening, I just couldn't pull my eyes away from his face.
He was truly perfect in everyway. He was the most known guy in our whole school, but he was also so modest about himself. It amazed me how down to earth he was, I mean his life was truly perfect. He was the quarterback of our school football team, not to mention the best player, he took our team to state 2 years in a row, and everyone knew that he would do it again for his senior year. He was also the most gorgeous person currently living on this planet, probably even in this universe. Everyone loved him, including me. He was truly an amazing person.
I just couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, I was in a complete trance. His gorgeous blue eyes just glistened from the light hanging from the hallway ceiling, like a pond of crystal clear blue water. He always tilted his head slightly whenever he talked to someone, and tends to want to be close to your face. His tan skin, it was too marvelous to describe, it was so smooth, yet it seemed so fragile and fresh, like porcelain. His smile just brightened the whole room when he walked in, the whiteness of his teeth was just magical. Like they almost sparkle, like little crystals of hottness, you could say that he was my own little Edward Cullen. :) You couldn't help but just smile whenever you saw him. His hair, was a chocolate brown, so welcoming and creamy, it looked so warm and comfortable, I just wanted to take a nap in it! And I don't even know how to begin talking about his bod! Oh my gosh, I swear it was carved by an angel, it was a masterpeice. Like one of the statue greek gods, perfectly sculped.
Whenever I looked at him though, it made me so excited, of course! But also, sadness just would fill my heart, because, he was just too perfect. And when I say too perfect, too perfect for me, like why would he ever take an interest at me? Like, every single time I saw him smile, my heart would break, just like someone had punched me in my gut, I didn't even hold a candle to the rest of the girls in my school.
All of these things were just running through my mind! But all in all, he was perfect, he was truly my true love, my prince charming, and its been that way since the first time a saw him in 4th grade.
I guess I had been standing there for a long time, just staring at his face. Oh my gosh, I think drool had actually been running down my face! I guess thats why everyone walking by were just bursting out laughing. Oh well, really, who cares? I was almost under a spell, I literally couldn't stop staring at him. All of a sudden, I felt a warm, sculpted, tan, and muscular arm wrap around me. "Rose? Rosie? You there cutie? " he laughed as he softly shook me.
"Yes yes, I'm sorry about that. " I stammered.
" Anyways, would you like to? "
"Liked to what?"
"Come to my game, and then I wanted to take you to dinner afterwards, just you and me." He bit his lip, looking worried, "you don't have to if you don't want to."
I didn't understand, "Me? Really?"
"Yes you," he said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek.
My heart stopped, sparks were flying in my stomach, "yes! yes! I 'd love to!"
" Awesome, I'll see you tonight then." he whispered in my ear as he walked away.
"Ok, " I said as I closed my eyes and rubbed my cheek. Finally, my dreams had come true. ;)
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The IMPULSE
Stacy- What's wrong? Your so quiet.
Michael- Nothing, I'm just thinking.
Stacy- About what?
Michael- About everything that happened at the park.
Stacy- Wasn't it so fun?! It was a blast!!
Michael- To you maybe.
Stacy- Just because it started to rain during the picnic? You don't like the rain?
Michael- Thats not the point, it's not that.
Stacy- Okay then, then just tell me what happened.
Micahel- It's just you.
Stacy- Me?! What did I do?!
Michael- You know what, don't give me that.
Stacy- Seriously, what?
Michael- Who in the heck was that guy you were talking to there?
Stacy- Guy? Oh...Will? Yeah, what about him?
Michael- You two seemed pretty comfortable with eachother.
Stacy- Yeah, we are, so what?
Michael- So, what was THAT back there? The hugging, the little kisses, he had his hands all over you today!
Stacy- Why do you care?!
Michael-...I don't.
Stacy- Fine, whatever.
Michael- I just don't want you to talk to him anymore.
Stacy- You sir, can not tell me what to do! Remember, YOU DON'T CARE!
Michael- Dang it Stace, he's just not right for you!
Stacy- Oh ya?! Than who is Mike?
Michael- ....
Stacy- WHO IS?!
Michael- ....me?
Stacy- ....
Michael- Dang it, I knew this would happen if I told you.
Stacy- ....
Michael- Never mind then.
Stacy- Wait, are you for reals?
Michael- Yeah, I wouldn't lie to you, I've always loved you.
Stacy- I didn't know, I had no idea.
Michael- Yeah, I know.
Stacy- ....
Michael- Forget about it.
Stacy- No, just give me a second.
Michael- ....
Stacy- I love you too, but ever since...
Michael- Ever since what?
Stacy- You went out with that one girl.
Michael- That was four freakin' years ago! You still think about that?
Stacy- Yes, everyday.
Michael- Well, I wasn't with her because of her, I just wanted you.
Stacy- You should of thought about it earlier.
Michael- I know.
Stacy- Your too late.
Michael- Too late?
Stacy- Yeah.
Michael- Why?
Stacy- Will
Michael- What about him?
Stacy- He proposed.
Michael- When?!
Stacy- Today.
Michael- And you said....?
Stacy- Yes.
Michael- ....
Michael- Nothing, I'm just thinking.
Stacy- About what?
Michael- About everything that happened at the park.
Stacy- Wasn't it so fun?! It was a blast!!
Michael- To you maybe.
Stacy- Just because it started to rain during the picnic? You don't like the rain?
Michael- Thats not the point, it's not that.
Stacy- Okay then, then just tell me what happened.
Micahel- It's just you.
Stacy- Me?! What did I do?!
Michael- You know what, don't give me that.
Stacy- Seriously, what?
Michael- Who in the heck was that guy you were talking to there?
Stacy- Guy? Oh...Will? Yeah, what about him?
Michael- You two seemed pretty comfortable with eachother.
Stacy- Yeah, we are, so what?
Michael- So, what was THAT back there? The hugging, the little kisses, he had his hands all over you today!
Stacy- Why do you care?!
Michael-...I don't.
Stacy- Fine, whatever.
Michael- I just don't want you to talk to him anymore.
Stacy- You sir, can not tell me what to do! Remember, YOU DON'T CARE!
Michael- Dang it Stace, he's just not right for you!
Stacy- Oh ya?! Than who is Mike?
Michael- ....
Stacy- WHO IS?!
Michael- ....me?
Stacy- ....
Michael- Dang it, I knew this would happen if I told you.
Stacy- ....
Michael- Never mind then.
Stacy- Wait, are you for reals?
Michael- Yeah, I wouldn't lie to you, I've always loved you.
Stacy- I didn't know, I had no idea.
Michael- Yeah, I know.
Stacy- ....
Michael- Forget about it.
Stacy- No, just give me a second.
Michael- ....
Stacy- I love you too, but ever since...
Michael- Ever since what?
Stacy- You went out with that one girl.
Michael- That was four freakin' years ago! You still think about that?
Stacy- Yes, everyday.
Michael- Well, I wasn't with her because of her, I just wanted you.
Stacy- You should of thought about it earlier.
Michael- I know.
Stacy- Your too late.
Michael- Too late?
Stacy- Yeah.
Michael- Why?
Stacy- Will
Michael- What about him?
Stacy- He proposed.
Michael- When?!
Stacy- Today.
Michael- And you said....?
Stacy- Yes.
Michael- ....
Sunday, September 13, 2009
First Page
I thought it was perfect. My life felt like it was finally complete, happy...secure and real. Though you never know how true hurt feels, how it really feels to have your heart really break, until something or someone you love more than life itself completely changes for the worst. I'm sure that to most, this story seems dreary, but believe me, my story is mostly about happiness and love, and complete trust. A fairytale, that may not exactly have a happily ever after.
It was the usual quiet Monday morning, the light from the sun slowly creeping through the window, the birds starting their morning serenades, the grass glistening form the lightly sprinkled dew. Then there was me, sprawled out on the couch in my living room, hot chocolate in one hand and the television remote in the other. The Tv was on, but so low that it was almost on mute. I stared into the screen, and yet I was not watching the show. My mind was completely blank, and truly what was there for me to think about anyways?
I was a single 23 year old woman named Sarah Lynn, who lived by herself, and worked as a waitress in the local diner, how fabulous, right? I felt like I had no one, except maybe for my parents (I am the only child), but of course they lived 10 hours away, which means I hardly ever got to see them. No boyfriend, no husband, no men in my life. I would always wonder about why this was the case when it came to my love life, why I had absolutely no love life in the first place. I'm not really ugly, not beautiful, but decent I guess. I was a taller woman, slender, with short brown hair that never seemed to want to grow out. I was still kind of awkward when it came to how I presented myself, I guess I never grew out of those miserably embarrassing teenage years. I do have one theory though, I may not have a significant other because whenever I see a member of the opposite sex coming my way, or even towards me, I look down and stare at my feet, or start to walk the other way as quickly as possible. I'm just extremely shy, I was one of those little girls that would hide behind my mommy's dress whenever someone tried to talk to me.
The only person I could really talk to, was my best friend that worked with me at the diner. I believe that we were exact opposites. But we still just seemed to get along so well. Her name was Carol, a complete beauty. She truly was beautiful, every mans dream. She had long platinum blonde hair that came down to about her hips. She was of medium height, and slender also, and much more attractive and original than me. She always had a man with her, relationships that lasted....hmmm....at the most a week or two. She truly was perfect, her clothing always being stylish, her hair always perfectly styled. I wanted to be like her so badly, but when you looked at her, and then looked at me, it would have to be such a miracle for me to be even like half of her. But she was so kind to me, and I trusted her so much. She was truly the only friend I had, she was a life saver for me.
It was the usual quiet Monday morning, the light from the sun slowly creeping through the window, the birds starting their morning serenades, the grass glistening form the lightly sprinkled dew. Then there was me, sprawled out on the couch in my living room, hot chocolate in one hand and the television remote in the other. The Tv was on, but so low that it was almost on mute. I stared into the screen, and yet I was not watching the show. My mind was completely blank, and truly what was there for me to think about anyways?
I was a single 23 year old woman named Sarah Lynn, who lived by herself, and worked as a waitress in the local diner, how fabulous, right? I felt like I had no one, except maybe for my parents (I am the only child), but of course they lived 10 hours away, which means I hardly ever got to see them. No boyfriend, no husband, no men in my life. I would always wonder about why this was the case when it came to my love life, why I had absolutely no love life in the first place. I'm not really ugly, not beautiful, but decent I guess. I was a taller woman, slender, with short brown hair that never seemed to want to grow out. I was still kind of awkward when it came to how I presented myself, I guess I never grew out of those miserably embarrassing teenage years. I do have one theory though, I may not have a significant other because whenever I see a member of the opposite sex coming my way, or even towards me, I look down and stare at my feet, or start to walk the other way as quickly as possible. I'm just extremely shy, I was one of those little girls that would hide behind my mommy's dress whenever someone tried to talk to me.
The only person I could really talk to, was my best friend that worked with me at the diner. I believe that we were exact opposites. But we still just seemed to get along so well. Her name was Carol, a complete beauty. She truly was beautiful, every mans dream. She had long platinum blonde hair that came down to about her hips. She was of medium height, and slender also, and much more attractive and original than me. She always had a man with her, relationships that lasted....hmmm....at the most a week or two. She truly was perfect, her clothing always being stylish, her hair always perfectly styled. I wanted to be like her so badly, but when you looked at her, and then looked at me, it would have to be such a miracle for me to be even like half of her. But she was so kind to me, and I trusted her so much. She was truly the only friend I had, she was a life saver for me.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Intro
Writing has always been in my life, probably as long as I can remember. I had no author, or family member, or even a friend that got me hooked into writing, just at a very young age I discovered my passion for writing on my own. Reading never has given me more joy than writing has, writing... just seems like its a part of me. In reading, I feel as if i get lost in the story, sometimes I don't understand it and it becomes extremely boring, but with writing, its my own words, its my feelings, I know exactly what I was thinking when I wrote every word.
I'm not always very good at expressing myself through words or through my appearance, but writing makes me able to pour my heart onto the paper, and people can really understand who I am through my wiriting. Writing always seems to calm me also, I can put all of my emotions that I am feeling at that moment in my writing. If you don't like a certain situation in your life, you can create your own situation that you wish you were in with your imagination, anything can happen when you are the writer. You can make a story, your own world, another life.
I have always been writing, ever since I was a little girl. Before I learned to write, probably before kindergarten, I would draw pictures to show what was happening in my little stories I would create. Once I learned how to write sentences and how to write words, I was on my way! My journals, and stacks of white paper, were full of tales about the handsome princes, the beautiful princesses, and the evil bad guys. To this day, I am constently finding my old work in boxes I haven't seen for years. Throughout elementary school and junior high I wrote in so many different types of writing. I submitted plays, essays, poems, and many stories into different competitions, and won most of them. Sure, I had my dissapointments, and my low points, but I never wanted to give up my passion.
I love to write in pretty much all ways. I love writing plays, screenplays, poems, but most of all, stories. I love writing a good romantic novel, creating a relationship out of true love and fate, in which most of the time I wish I was the lead female character, so I could live happily ever after with the man of my dreams. :) Obviously the fairytales I daydreamed about when I was a little girl still haven't gone away, maybe a little bit more mature now, but still are there.
My whole life, every single time someone has asked me 'what do you want to be when you grow up?'I always answered that I wanted to be an author. And to this day, that is still true. It would actually be a dream job for me, and I admire all of the famous authors out there, most of them living my dream. My plans for the future, I hope, will lead me to my dream some day.
I'm not always very good at expressing myself through words or through my appearance, but writing makes me able to pour my heart onto the paper, and people can really understand who I am through my wiriting. Writing always seems to calm me also, I can put all of my emotions that I am feeling at that moment in my writing. If you don't like a certain situation in your life, you can create your own situation that you wish you were in with your imagination, anything can happen when you are the writer. You can make a story, your own world, another life.
I have always been writing, ever since I was a little girl. Before I learned to write, probably before kindergarten, I would draw pictures to show what was happening in my little stories I would create. Once I learned how to write sentences and how to write words, I was on my way! My journals, and stacks of white paper, were full of tales about the handsome princes, the beautiful princesses, and the evil bad guys. To this day, I am constently finding my old work in boxes I haven't seen for years. Throughout elementary school and junior high I wrote in so many different types of writing. I submitted plays, essays, poems, and many stories into different competitions, and won most of them. Sure, I had my dissapointments, and my low points, but I never wanted to give up my passion.
I love to write in pretty much all ways. I love writing plays, screenplays, poems, but most of all, stories. I love writing a good romantic novel, creating a relationship out of true love and fate, in which most of the time I wish I was the lead female character, so I could live happily ever after with the man of my dreams. :) Obviously the fairytales I daydreamed about when I was a little girl still haven't gone away, maybe a little bit more mature now, but still are there.
My whole life, every single time someone has asked me 'what do you want to be when you grow up?'I always answered that I wanted to be an author. And to this day, that is still true. It would actually be a dream job for me, and I admire all of the famous authors out there, most of them living my dream. My plans for the future, I hope, will lead me to my dream some day.
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