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 …
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)
Being only 17 years old, this time period wasn’t that long ago for me. I’ve moved twice since that time and I remember the house very clearly and why we moved out. My house from 12 years old was partially falling apart. My mother was dating the man who owned the house we rented from … Continue reading My Home at Age 12 (Writing 101: Day Eleven)
Everyone has something they remember from their childhood. In this case, the topic is about a person’s favorite meal as a child or even the situation surrounding their dinner. It can be simply the person who made it or the specific food that reminds them of those earlier years. To be honest, I never had … Continue reading Favorite childhood meal (Writing 101: Day Ten)
The park was as packed as usual on a weekend day. There were dogs with their owners and children with their parents playing in the area around them. It was a late Saturday afternoon in this small town that most people saw as in the middle of no where. For this couple, it was a … Continue reading Public Proposal (Writing 101: Day Nine)
My Life Story 