Published Writing
​Dear Diary...
Some people might not have opened this diary, even I don't know what I'm doing right now. I'm 42 years old and I live in a huge mansion and I have stared in many blockbuster movies. I have everything I could have ever wanted in life but I can't get my life together. People are spreading rumors that I am unstable and crazy. They are right. I have locked my self in my attic for 6 days now and I haven't seen the sun once. I think of all the bad things I can to others and my self and decide which would be better. I am a woman I can't think like this. Through the walls, I can overhear my husband talking to the police about my whereabouts. I guess you can say I'm the best at hide and seek. My husband is worried but he is scared of me, is scared of the power I have. Someday I will have to come out of the attic or can I just stay in here forever. It's starting to feel like home. I can't go back to my old life now. People will think I'm crazy. People already think I'm crazy. People will think I'm crazier. I can see the news headlines now "Famous actress goes crazy and missing for days and comes back a psychopath"...
Remember me...
I don't usually flirt with customers but I couldn't get you off my mind either. Ever since you ordered your latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top I knew you were the sweetener to my coffee. The pumpkin spice to my latte. Your eyes and smile brightened my day. Thanks for the complements on my hair...I grew it myself ;) I'm sorry I missed you come in! I have been on the morning shift for the rest of the week. I have been waiting for you to walk through the doors and order from me. I was beginning you didn't feel the same way since last Tuesday night. I was starting to loose hope. I am on the schedule for next Tuesday and I get off at 9:00. Hope to see soon;). With love, your barista.
Sink your teeth into it...
My teeth were chattering with excitement as I stared at my chicken nuggets in the oven. They were glistening in the light as I pulled those crispy, golden, nuggets of heaven out of the oven and put them on my stovetop. I grasped my ZooPals monkey plate and carefully placed the chicken nuggets all around the mouth of the monkey. I got the honey mustard out from my fridge and applied my favorite condiment to the left ear of the plate. For the right ear of the monkey, I put 7 grapes. I made sure to check that all the grapes were hard and none were mushy and gross. No one likes a mushy grape. I took my plate into the other room and ate my delicious, amazing, scrumptious meal. While I was enjoying my meal I watched my favorite tv drama, Bubble Guppies. In this episode, Molly and Gill got into quite a predicament with Mr. Grouper. He was asking Molly and Gill to answer four plus eight and they couldn't figure it out by the end of class.
The basement...
The basement is dark and scary. Spiderwebs in every corner. Shadows lurking around. Dark concrete walls make you feel like you are trapped down there. The ceiling creaks when someone walks upstairs. The basement could collapse any second if it weren't for the wooden support beams. Hopefully, they will never break. Scared of the dark, I have to use a flashlight. I always feel like someone is following me or watching me when I am down there. I never feel completely alone. I get so scared I run back up to my kitchen.
What is a mistake you think you will make...
I will let in a goal. I will lose the game for my team. My team relies on me. I am a goalie. The score represents how I do. If I mess up and let in a goal it is my fault. It is on my conscious. I know the ball has to get through everyone to get to me, but I still feel like it is my fault and there is nothing I can do about it. Some games I will do good and some days I will do bad. I have on days and off days just like everyone else except if I make a mistake the score reflects on it. I don't think I will let in more goals I know I will.
Write a scene only using your senses...
I see my friends out of the corner of my eye distracting me from all of my work. I hear them talking about irrelevant things and gossiping about other people. I am behind in my writing. I can taste my water from my hydro flask sliding down my throat uncomfortably. I smell the freshly printed paper that was put on my desk. Now I have more worksheets to do. I can feel the stress building up inside me. I have so much work I need to catch up on.
Describe a favorite dish your mother/father or any other relative regularly made for you when you were a child...
The scent of baked chicken filled the air and I could smell the pepper seasoned broccoli being poured into the cream of chicken soup. I could taste the savory, soft chicken. It looked like a golden brown casserole from heaven. It was snowing outside and I was eager to take my first bite. My brother's face was red from playing outside in the snow and my dad was just walking through the door from work. My mom standing over her freshly made meal getting ready to serve it to us. Everyone was hungry and ready to eat after a long day of school, work, and play. The meal was relaxed. We all sat down in the living room and watched our favorite reruns of our favorite show The Office.
Sensory Writing
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Making my way through the music wing I squeezed by everyone getting their mic on. I hear music blasting from the chorus room echoing through the hall. It felt disoriented. I thought I was late so I rushed to grab my costume bag from the back room and stumbled as I tried to put it on. My costume was dreadful. My shirt sleeves were too tight, my apron was too flowy, and my sweater was so itchy. All of the girls crowded around the table in the chorus room to curl their hair and put on their makeup. Every time you would walk by you could taste the layers of hairspray being caked on someone’s hair. I wisely came with my hair and makeup ready. My hair was pulled up into two pigtails on the very top of my head and I had about what felt like to be fifteen layers of blush on my face so it could be visible from the perspective of the audience.
I sat down on the risers and started to tie my little orphan boots. They were very slippery and had no traction. My friend asked me if I still needed to get my mic checked but I had completely forgotten to get it on. I bolted to the tech table and lifted up my shirt so they could easily slip my mic pack into my bodysuit. The hardest part about getting my mic on was sliding the mic through my already done and hair-sprayed hair. It felt like it was ripping my hair out of my scalp. As soon as they finished me and my friend I went straight to the stage to get our mic checked. I went last and I said a few of my lines and sang apart of a song. I could already feel the mic tape on my forehead slipping off.
Back in the chorus room, everyone was still running in and out of the room. People were running lines, finishing their hair and makeup, and still putting on their costumes. I was nervous but excited at the same time. This was my first “big” role. I was playing the role of Tessie, she is an orphan who is scared of Ms. Hannaigan and she is nervous all the time. At around five-thirty, we started our vocal warmups all of the voices were united as one and you could feel the nerves surrounding the room. Our last warm-up was the best because the whole cast would stomp and clap to the beat. Everyone was ready to start the show.
Friend
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I love my best friend. She is always looking out for me and trying to give me advice to fit in with her and her other friends. She is my best friend because we’ve been friends for years. Once we hit high school she became friends with a group of more people. I tried my best to tag along and still be around her but she kept ignoring me and called me annoying. I was still allowed to sit with them but I always felt awkward. I was on the outskirts. She said if I ever wanted to hang out with them outside of school I would have to wear tube tops from Hollister and have high rise ripped jeans from American Eagle. I still haven’t realized that what they were doing to me was wrong. I was in denial that I had lost my best friend and I was alone. I needed to find people who will treat me nicely, give me respect, and honor my values. No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
Quote Story
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I spent all the time I could on deck, watching the ocean stretching in all directions. I have been lost at sea for about 27 days, I think. It’s been hard to tell because every day feels like the longest day of my life. I am running out of food and water. I am so parched all the time the ocean water is starting to look tempting. I know that if I drink the ocean water I will be more dehydrated than I already am. I am losing hope by the second. Spending every minute watching my surroundings for a passing boat or listening for a nearby plane. Hopefully, someone will find me before it’s too late.
