FINAL PROJECT

PORTFOLIO:
All my rapidwrties I found really special.

1. Inspiration: The Color Pink - The queen stood with her hands resting on the ledge of the balcony. Her emerald eyes focused on the land beyond. Her face was soft, she was at peace. The blush in her cheeks a tulip pink, her lips as red as wine. Nothing seemed to disturb her. Not the festival below, not the birds calling out to to each other. She had things on her mind. Fantasies of roses blooming and horses running.
From within the palace, her husband the king, called to her. She was ripped away from her dreams and pulled into the place where nothing is free. She took one final glance at her happiness before putting it behind her to join her king. Responsibility always winning.

2. Sometimes I wonder who calls for my attention. Who is knocking and I fail to open to them? It is midnight, snow is blanketing the fields. My sky blue eyes stare into the crackling copper fire. A soft tap in my brain, the slightest of gestures. I don''t take much notice, but I know its there. Someone is calling for me.Yet I don't move. I stay curled in a ball on the couch. My mug of hot chocolate balanced between my knees. Another tap. This time I can't help but to move. I let my feet slide off the couch, my eyes scan the room. The window panes are covered in frost. Snow blinding me as I try to peer out. There, very small, something red waves up at me. It takes me a moment to tell a pair of mittens wanted my attention. I reach for my robe, made of wolf fur and silk, and pad down the the stairs. I pull open the doors and gaze into the blizzard. A small boy with freckles on his cheeks stares up at me from the bottom of the porch.

3. Inspiration: Mask - Why do we wear masks? No matter what kind, we wear one. Even if it doesn't cover up, its still there. I have a closet full of masks. Ones for when I'm sad, angry, heart broken, or just being me. I envy the people that wear the same mask all the time. Who know who they are, what they think. They are always the same. Unchanging, wearing the mask of who they are. Who knows what mask I'll happen to put on. I am a million different people in one. It comes as a surprise when I grasp for the mask portraying my true self. It's very rare and always pulls me into a different world. I love who I am. With or without these masks, I'm still me. I will always just be me. Masks might change how I act, what I say, how I feel, but they can't change me. I am here to stay. The way I am.

4. Goodnight Moon: Poem
Darkness covers the valley like a thick quilt.
I feel it on my shoulders.
Chilled air bites my nose.
My ears ring for the deathly silence.
Licking my lips I taste the wind.
The smell of frozen earth is there.
Nothing is before, nothing is behind.
Chills cover me as if frozen fire flickers at my spine.
A fire from Shakespeare during a dark night in England.
Something is before me, something is behind.
A light blinds my eyes, and stuns my soul.
Feeling smashed from being crushed under.
Goodnight Moon.
The shining beacon of the night.
I flew to the stars.
Diana was lifted to her home.
The darkness will someday come back.
Its sea of stars will turn to concrete in the sky.
I'll never go back but I will return.
La lune et les etoiles Bonne nuit bonne nuit.
The night sky whispers its final goodbye.
Clouds dot the bright sky.

5. Halloween: Poem
The moon is high above my world
Tiny children busily scatter down the streets.
Candy and costumes fill their sights.

I know where I'm going.
My friends giggle in step with me.
I sigh up at the stars, my soul calling to them.

Halloween is the time,
A time to be myself.
I'm no one but me tonight,
In a world where all pretends.

6. Inspiration: Favorite Songs & Birds - Do you think we can start again? Be like the birds in the sky that fly forever without their wings growing tired? I only have myself to blame, and the problem isn't you, its me I know. Looking into the sky high above my head I dream of what its like to be free to go anywhere, fly to any place and be accepted by everyone. Birds have that freedom. One bird is always taken in as family with the others. I want to be a bird. Is there a right way for how this goes? If happy ever after did exist, I would be a bird and leave my troubles behind. Start again.

7. Inspiration: Mash-up of Lyrics Poem
Things aren't always as they seem.
The choices I made have been for the worse.
My mind is one big mess,
My life is ending.

Everything could have been different.
We could have saved each other,
But instead we both held tight to the knife,
Until one of us let go.
It ended in pain, and nothing more.
I want to scream in sadness, but nothing escapes.

You walk away with bruises healed,
But my heart is covered in scars.
I am left to die, here alone.
Yet you have no idea what has become of me.

8. Walking slowly through the meadow, simply enjoying my time, this moment, something grabs hold of my attention. A flash of red, a spark in my eye. I bend down to study the strawberry. I am tempted to pluck it from the leaves it hangs on, yet there's something different about it. It isn't the same favorite fruit it used to be. It's color is a flame to my soul. I look away feeling my cheeks flush with feeling. The strawberry sits there, taunting me without saying a word. I want to stand and run all the way home, yet it has captured me. A gust of wind, an opportunity, knocks the red berry from the leaf. It rolls toward me and taps the toe of my shoe. I glare at it, thinking of what it could possibly want. I stand up tall, the fruit getting smaller. I groan in anger and squash it with my foot. The juices stain my shoe, and stick to the dirt. I turn and hurry back through the meadow. Looking back only to see the flattened berry still sticking out. A flashing beacon not letting me go.

9. Inspiration: Moment - From another eye it looks like two strangers passing each other in the hall. What they don't know is that they aren't strangers at all. They knew each other, loved each other, laughed with each other. It was in one moment that all of that was taken away. One moment that drove them apart. He sees her as just another face. He tries not to look at her. Though, her feelings are different. Her heart goes out to him. She wonders what could have been. A million memories run through her head. Just strangers? Never. They have a past.

10. Inspiration: My Escape - No one truly knows what my life is like. I sit in a room physically, but mentally I'm in my own world. A world where everything always goes right. Nothing is left unspoken. Sometimes I catch myself wishing I could disappear. Just for a little while. Take off and not come back until I can't stand it anymore. I would be alone. Just me, and no one else. Music would be my only company, keeping me calm and never leaving my side.



FICTIONAL PIECE:
A small bit of a story I wrote, and love to death.

She stared into the eyes of the Unbeliever. What had ever overcome the poor soul was unknown to her. The eyes were dark and filled with a hate so deep it reached the very bottom pits of hell. She felt her own soul crawl into a ball inside her, just thinking about that darkness within.
The heart of the creature was broken and torn between light and dark, unknown to the world. She felt pure sympathy for the soul. Her life was cut out and simple, the light chosen. Not the dark mystery of a life that this soul occupied. She felt a tear escape her eye.
The creature watched the tear fall to the floor.
“What causes you to be so sorrowful?” It asked in its raspy razor sharp voice. She reached a finger out to touch the scarred face.
“The life you’ve chosen is so dark. So empty and cold. How can you stand tall at a time like this? So unsure about the dark you’re fighting for?” She asked, searching the hate filled eyes once more. They blinked. She sighed as the creature slid a sharp finger nailed hand around her waist and pulled her close.
In an unexpected leap, the creature took flight. The night sky enveloped them. A heavy fog closed in as the creature dove into the clouds. She gasped at the cold air, and closed her eyes tight. A trust in the creature filled her soul.
“Open your eyes.” It whispered in a rasp. She looked down at the raging ocean far below them. It was dark, the white capped waves smacked the towering cliffs in anger. In a sudden shiver of fear she clutched the creature with all her might, “I won’t drop you.” It assured her.
She looked up into the cold eyes once more. All that hate had suddenly disappeared. Replaced with a unique love she had heard of, but never truly seen. A weakness filled her heart. She let a small smile spread across her red lips.
“Now what has caused the sudden change of heart?” She spoke slow, letting her every word sink into the creatures mind. She felt the hesitation to answer tremble through its strong arms around her. It leaned its head closer to hers and whispered sharply into her ear.
“A destiny…one that I have not chosen, causes my sorrows. A desire to change is what fills my heart,” Still with its mouth close to her ear, it flew to the edge of the cliffs, “I see that ability to change in your eyes.” It said clearly, before turning and disappearing into the mist, leaving her standing alone on the cold cliff side. Another tear escaped her eye, and rolled down her cheek. It dropped quickly to the ground below.



REFLECTION ESSAY:
What I learned/loved/hated about Creative Writing. (Let's be honest I didn't hate ANYTHING)

Being in Creative Writing, I had a ton of fun. Writing is my favorite thing to do, and from day one I told myself that I was in heaven. I could write for hours. As I went through this class, I learned that I can write about whatever I want, and can turn absolutely anything into words. My writing process grew through this class as well, I now know that I have a really bad addiction to procrastination. I tell myself I'm going to write, but then I just put it off because I don't want to pull my notebook or laptop out. Its not cool, because as soon as I go do that I could just get lost in the writing. I feel like this class taught me how to be creative. I always told myself that I wasn't creative at all. What a lie! Everyone's creative. You just have to find it, and now that I have, anything is possible! The short things, and my long fictional piece above were chosen based on how good I thought they were. The fictional piece is actually the prologue in my almost finished novel The Mystery of Darkness. I will continue to write for the rest of my life, because it's there I escape in my darkest moments. Thank you Ms. Sides for being the most awesome Creative Writing teacher ever! This class was my favorite, I'm sad to see it go.