This was one of my college admissions essays. --- Smells of autumn paint the leaves with orange, rust, and golden hues. Swirling tendrils of whispering wind play about the tip of my nose. I hug my jacket tighter around my body and breathe in the deep warmth of sunshine. Eyes closed, my chin naturally … Continue reading Autumn
This was also a writing assignment on the war novel, All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque for my tenth grade English class. Looking Down from Above (Perspective from a German WWI soldier) Don’t give up. Don’t give up. Think of Susan back at home. It’s almost over. I repeat these thoughts … Continue reading Looking Down from Above
Funny enough, this was written in response to an English assignment to use certain vocabulary words in sentences. I apparently decided to write a short story with them. I think this was ninth grade honestly, but not sure. Lonely World My footsteps echo in the crowded hallway. I am but an insignificant individual in … Continue reading Lonely World
This was written during a time after recently reading or thinking through book series like The Song of the Lioness book series by Tamora Pierce; Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling; The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini. I was also about to start Latin (so please, please excuse the attempts at my Latin usage - I … Continue reading UNTITLED
This "short story" is actually the transcription of one of my more vivid nightmares. I was plagued with nightmares for many years but, praise the Lord, He has delivered me from my enemy's grasp and the dreams that haunted me. Unsuspected Murder I could hear my heart pulse in my chest as my … Continue reading Unsuspected Murder
Clocks Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I stare at it throughout the dreary day. This heat, this silence; it will all end so soon. I watch and watch it, counting down the hour; minutes, seconds, going by. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The simple object with its plain black numbers and various lines; it seems so meaningless, … Continue reading Clocks
Two Golden Roses There was a field of wheat nearby That the wind blew ever so gently A sea of golden, sun-kissed wheat In that field of golden wheat there was a gazebo, It was painted in the purest white. A white so pure that by touching it, a rose grew. A light, gentle pink … Continue reading Two Golden Roses
This is one of my oldest poems. This is from 8th grade. Changes I feel so alone. I look in the mirror and all I see are empty eyes staring back at me. As if they were waiting for something, something good to come along, like a friend, maybe even a best friend. But … Continue reading changes.