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The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Romeo and Juliet
Animal Farm
1984
Fahrenheit 451
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
The Glass Menagerie
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
The Hunger Games
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The Joy Luck Club
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
The Magician's Nephew


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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

I'm Back!

I'm taking a Creative Writing class at school, and I have decided to post my work, whether I like it or not, on my blog. I haven't actually used this thing in over a year, but I'm going to start again. I may post more than my classwork, but hey, I am pretty busy.

My first assignment: Introduction to Self
Guidelines:

  • You may write poetry or prose
  • You may NOT use first person
  • You do NOT need to tell the truth
  • Don't try to tell everything
  • Be succinct and specific
  • Consider what can be seen, what is hidden, what you want to reveal
  • Don't try for a finely tuned, polished product. Rather, let words and ideas flow... let the language lead your imagination someplace unexpected
  • You MUST include ALL of the following words in any order (look them up if you need to). You are allowed to modify the word to fit the grammar of the sentence.
    • TRYST
    • SNIFFLE
    • INANE
    • FRACAS
    • PIRATE
So here it is...


Somewhere Between
She didn't realize that her life had spun out
Of her pristine, perfect, narrow world
Until she was amidst the chaos, fracas, unrest.

Insomnia took over, and eventually her nights became days,
Her days became inane.
She was going through the motions.

She lost her Purpose, her niche, her thing.
She couldn't accept that she wasn't the best anymore,
And that hurt.

She had been pirated of all life and enthusiasm.
No longer the girl her childhood friends knew
No longer the girl people thought she was.

She sniffled to her mama, and asked what,
What could be wrong with her?
But she closed her mind to all suggestions and continued
Spinning into disarray…

But the girl, she found herself
Somewhere between Risk and Trust,
Who had held a tryst, it seemed,
Just for her.