The next day, Hunter was sitting his room. He was one of the only kids that had their own room, because of his multitude of conditions that he couldn’t control. He was sitting there thinking about what the nurse had said; He remembered what he had overheard and that there were new visitors in the … Continue reading Hunter’s Journey Part 2
Everyone has something that they keep as a prized possession. It can be a necklace,journal,bracelet, and multiple other types of possessions. Most of these have their own story behind them. It can be a gift from family,friends, or relationship partners. It could be something a person created during their school years, but either way, it’s … Continue reading Prized Possession (Writing 101: Day Twenty)
The orphanage was becoming more full every day in this small, poor town. The owners of the building were becoming concerned about what they were going to do. They had too many children in their care to allow them to shut down. They were scared of losing staff because of low funds, but they weren’t … Continue reading Hunter’s Story Part 1 (Writing 101: Day Nineteen)
It’s a normal Saturday morning. I’m 12 years old and in 7th grade at the middle school nearby. I live in a pretty small neighborhood where everyone knows each other quite well compared to big cities. I’m sitting on the porch stool in front of my little house. My little puppy that I was given … Continue reading Eviction (Writing 101: Day Eighteen)
Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve had a fear of being betrayed by people. At that age, my mother, who was never really around me, had abandoned me for awhile. Even though she was my custodial parent, she was never really around me. I lived with my grandmother for those 7 years. She … Continue reading Fear of Betrayal or Abandonment (Writing 101: Day Seventeen)
It’s just another random day at work. I’m having to go through more stuff that people have left behind, whether on purpose or accident, and organize it all for them to find. As i’m sifting through the stacks, I find something more interesting than normal. I find someone’s journal, or what some people call diary, … Continue reading Serial Killer 3 (Writing 101: Day Sixteen)
Throughout my life, we’ve lived in 8 different houses. I remember most of those houses quite well still. Every move was difficult for me because I didn’t like the change it always brought. I lived in those houses for all less than 4 years at each house. It was always something sad whenever I moved. … Continue reading Moving (Writing 101: Day Fifteen)
Dear myself 3 years ago, I understand what you’re dealing with, but you’ll survive. Obviously, you’ll last after it’s over. The pain you’re dealing with will become easier. The tool near you doesn’t have to be a tool of pain anymore. The blood around you can be erased from everyone else’s worries. Don’t worry about … Continue reading Blood (Writing 101: Day Fourteen)
A few years later, after losing my cat Franc, I had written something to help myself get over another death. This was a composition notebook I had written in every time I felt upset. Even though it was written from the view of an 11-13 year old, I still remember what I was thinking when … Continue reading Serial Killer 2 (Writing 101: Day Thirteen)
When I was merely 2 or 3 years old, I remember a conversation I overheard that made me angry. It’s hard to anger a toddler that young without it being a small tantrum that normally isn’t warranted. At the end of this, It changes my view on the person I overhear for many years. I … Continue reading Called a Burden (Writing 101: Day Twelve)
My Life Story 