This is the link to a script my friend and I worked on called Uneasy.
Uneasy
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blog post 10?
Today we are suppose to post our tenth blog post of the semester. Not sure if this is actually ten or not but there are two weeks left of school and I cannot wait for it to be over. I do not think I have actually done anything productive in school this week. I guess if you count binge watching Netflix, then maybe I have done one productive thing. Anyway, I am suppose to finish my online class by the 25th, not sure if i’ll make it, but we shall see. Also, for everyone who is not a senior, I strongly advise that you do not ever take online stats or online oceanography.
If you have any ideas about what I should do all of next week in school let me know in the comments!! YAY SENIOR YEAR :))
Scrambled Thoughts
This abecedarian poem was inspired by the fact that I am currently babysitting over night on the Sunday before my AP exam. It can somewhat represent my brain when I get tired and it can also describe how senioritis is a real thing. After a busy weekend I realized I had an assignment due in creative writing and figured what better way to end the poetry unit than with my favorite type of poem.
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A long night
Before a big test.
Children finally in bed.
Deciding if I should study or sleep
Exhausted from the busy weekend.
From prom, tennis, and work,
Going to bed is all I can dream of, yet
Here I am, writing this poem.
I keep getting distracted by so much
Just by thoughts (and maybe my phone)
Keep telling myself to finish
Letters in jumbled order makes me want to stop
Maybe I will
No, I must turn this in.
Originally this was going to go in a different direction
Probably should’ve stayed on track.
Quite the predicament..
Recall how this started?
Still not quite sure
Truly it has not been consistent
Understand that its from lack of sleep
Value it may hold
We can find it if we look
eXactly how this line is
You will see, when you reach your last month of senior year
Zero cares you’ll seem to give.
So Much
So much depends
upon
A green mechanical
pencil
Broken down with
over use
Inside the busy
school
Oulipo Poem
Passion.
Disregarded by
ungrateful, undriven souls.
Day in, day out,
the display is over looked and
the effort turns into lifeless defeat.
Fallen
This is an excerpt of a novel idea I had about a girl who’s life changes when a mysterious boy keeps reappearing.
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She silently shut the front door, slipped off her shoes and ran upstairs. Upon shutting her bedroom door, she shrugged off her backpack and let it hit the floor. She flopped on her bed and lay there for a second. Closing her eyes she took three deep breaths. It took everything she had in her to not fall asleep. She took another second for herself before she sighed and forced herself up. She slipped off her work clothes, threw them in the hamper, then changed into her nike shorts and sports bra. It took her a minute to find her running shoes, they were hidden under a pile of clothes that missed the hamper. She sat down and took her time tying her shoes tightly. Taking a final glance around the room, she grabbed a pony tail and headed down stairs.
Rushing down the stairs, she gave up on being quiet. If she was going to wake someone, she had roughly an hour and a half for them to fall back asleep. She let the door slam shut as she stepped outside. It was misty and dark, but far from cold. There was a saltiness to the air and her realization of that irritated her. She was over the ocean. To be quite honest, she had never really enjoyed the ocean. She was content laying by a pool or boating on a lake. No salt, no sharks, no waves. It was better, calmer.
The path she generally ran took her from her house, along the ocean, then back to her house but seeing as she had already had enough of the saltiness, she opted out of that route and headed towards town. Running was something she’d always done, she wasn’t quite sure when she started but she rarely skipped, no matter how much she dreaded it. It kept her fit, and somewhat sane. Tonight wasn’t really any different, she was exhausted, like usual, but managed to find the energy needed to complete her run. Some days she made the run short, putting all her effort into sprinting as much as possible, other days were more relaxed and time was spent thinking. Tonight was one of those nights that was a mix. Half way through the run she’d find a second wind, quit thinking and start sprinting. Seeing as though she didn’t run this direction often, she kept her head up and tried to stay somewhat alert. It was late and not many people were out.
She had finally reached the end of town when she decided to cross the street and head back. The mist had turned into a light rain so she made her pace a little faster. She was thinking about all that happened today at school and work. About all the homeworks she had to do this weekend and all the work she knew her deadbeat dad wouldn’t do around the house. She started to get annoyed just by thinking but something pulled her out of her own thoughts. She jerked her head up as she heard someone call out, “Amber, is that you?”
She slowed to a walk and looked for the face from which the voice came. She was puzzled, who would be in town this late and know her. She tended to stay towards the beach or in Orville where she worked at the local restaurant. She tried to come up with all the possibilities, giving the person the benefit of the doubt, maybe she really did know whoever it was. Coming closer to where she thought she heard the voice come from, she saw a face come into view, the street light made out enough light that she could see it was a younger face, male. Maybe they went to highschool together, she still hadn’t figured out everyone there yet.
“Amber, right? Im Jeremey, we had physics together for a few weeks.” She had a faint recollection of him.
“Yeah its Amber, do you need something?” She knew she would come off sounding harsh but she didn’t care, she wasn’t in the mood for getting buddy buddy with some guy she barely knew, she just wanted to finish her run and get home.
“I just, uh..”
“I really don’t have time right now, maybe we can catch up some other time,” she cut in and started to walk away. She wasn’t quite sure why he was being so creepy but she was ready to get out of there. She started jogging and getting into her running mode but something still felt off. She glanced back to see if he was still there and when she turned forward again her feet were flying out from under her and the rain soaked pavement was coming closer each second. She stuck her arm out to brace herself and immediately regretted it. Crying out in pain, she heard a pop then felt the rest of her body make impact with the concrete.
Dear Readers,
Sitting in class today I received a text message from a random number. I dreaded the thought of what it could be. Since there was a chance it could be more interesting that the work we were suppose to be doing, I opened it.
It read “Hi [my name]! This is Mrs. B again… I just wanted to see how you are doing? I can see you are pretty far behind in the class so I wanted to see if there is anything I can do to help!”
Honestly, I’m not sure how to respond. I could be honest and tell her I’m debating just taking the L for that class or if I should tell her that the assignments are too hard and I just have no motivation. Maybe I could tell her that my laptop wouldn’t open the unit one project and by the time I got a laptop from school I lost all motivation. Maybe I should add that I have no interest in the class. It has nothing to do with what I will be studying in college. Maybe Ill leave her on read.
If you have any advice I’d love to hear it. Might take it, might not.
Sincerely,
Your favorite blogger 😉
Two Sentence Story
Flash fiction :Two Sentence Story
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The dirt beneath gave way to mud. Tumbling down I went.
Impression
The pictures plastered around the room are irrelevant now. If someone who never knew this life saw, they would think so many things that are no longer true. Yet something keeps them from being taken down, from being replaced. It’s home, even if the pictures are of strangers from the past. They’re all memories, times believed to be the happiest. Yet they’re not. They don’t display the most important people. They’d be forgotten if not for the fact they hang on the walls day in and day out. It’s unfortunate. All these pictures to make this place a home yet they’re filling the room with strangers, days that aren’t remembered, memories that are nothing.
But there’s a reason. Even if it’s not understood. A reason those are left on the walls.
To show all that’s left behind. To appreciate all that’s come to be.
It’s growing up.
Late Night Homework
I read a book the other day.
About a sane man who goes into an insane asylum.
I stayed up finishing the book.
It really got me thinking.
About society and sanity.
After finishing the book,
I started my AP literature assignment.
Analyzing and researching.
All the literary elements in the novel.
It takes a true artist.
Makes me wonder if they are born with the talent.
Or if it’s a skill they build over time.
Makes me appreciate books.
Walking To Paradise 