Dark green presses against the deep blue
And the similarity only serves the red,
Which is vibrant in the contrast.
Morphing shapes freeze in their current color.
The shapes are lit from behind and in the direct center,
Each shape has a perfect circle whic
16 September 2014
Discussing with Myself
Me- Hello, in there. How are you doing today?
Self- Oh, Im pretty great, Me. Thanks for asking. How is your day going?
Me-Yeah, you know. Same old, same old. By the way, since I have
21 September 2014
Strapped in safe and sound in my fading blue car seat, the rumbling bump is only
a jiggle that makes me giggle. The black and white gate is up, the bright red lights are
not flashing. Mom turns
Creative Writing 2050
November 7, 2014
Switching It Up
I walk into the room. All the desks are placed really closely together. I dont
understand why; it just makes the room seem smaller, especially with all these people
taking up seats. I wish I could hav
The scene opens in a quaint sitting room. There are three chairs and a large couch
surrounding a dark wooden table. An upright piano stands against the back wall next to
the only door in the room. A large window, behind the couch, gives a view of
What Is Your Major?
I chose What Is Your Major? to respond to because it interested me by the first
line. I went on an archeological dig in Colorado a few summers ago, so the line One
spring I thought that maybe archeology grabbed my attention
The Hit Man
I chose to respond to the short story The Hit Man because it had a very different
format that Ive never seen before, which is what caught my attention right away. At first
I thought it was maybe just a page front and back and then
Now Were Really Getting Somewhere
I chose Now Were Really Getting Somewhere, because to me, Trash Anthem
made absolutely no sense and If Susan Smith Could Talk was kind of disturbing. Now
Were Really Getting Somewhere was the most normal to me