29 May 2014

Maya Angelou

I remember being in high school and reading I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings and feeling so much sadness but relief at the same time. Maya Angelou faced such tragic odds in life. The beginning of her life was horrid, absolutely horrid but she made a decision that would change her life. After finding inspiration in William Shakespeare, she choose to keep her head up and write about her experiences. She has been my inspiration to me as a writer as well. She has taught me that even through unimaginable circumstances you can still have a voice, you can still be a powerful force and you can overcome the worst odds. She inspired me to expand my horizons and learn from her as well as from writers like Hemingway, Shakespeare and F Scott Fitzgerald. I feel so much pride that I got to live in the time of one of histories greatest writers. R.I.P. Maya Angelou. May we learn from your life.

Now with that said, I must say that my learning experiences in high school have made my trip to Paris the most exciting thing in the world! I was never the kid who wanted to go to Disneyland, I was the kid who wanted to go to real magical lands where history took place. I wanted to go to the castles that inspired Disney. I wanted to be in the romanticized cities that writers got their inspiration. I am beyond thrilled to go to Paris in July with the love of my life and experience one of the grandest adventures of my life! 

I hope everyone is having a great week! 


27 May 2014

Nikki's Bad Timing

The house was peaceful and all was calm that night. The breeze rolled into the LeVasseur home and only a few happy crickets could be heard outside. Nikki slept so soundly for the first time in a long time, as if an ease had settled in her house. Little did she know, a door to evil had opened in her closet and would take her that night.

Unforeseen forces had awoken Tituba but she needed the heart of a girl to go back to her original self. She was rotting, her hair was loose and falling out and her body was just a decrepit mess. Spiders crawled put of the holes in her cheeks and a wheezing moan escaped her cracked lips. She clawed at the door gaining strength to move and finally pushed it open. The door creaked as she stood and walked towards Nikki sleeping peacefully in her bed. She smiled at what a fine specimen she had stumbled upon.

Tituba walked up to Nikki and covered her mouth, it would do her no good to have Nikki scream since she was too weak to fight off multiple people. Nikki awoke as Tituba placed her hand on her mouth and began to panic. The last thing Nikki saw was her alarm clock flashing 12:07 before Tituba pushed her long rotting nails through her chest, Nikki's screams muffled so no one could save her. That's when Nikki woke up, for real this. She bolted straight up from her nightmare sweating through her night shirt.

“It was just a very bad dream,” Nikki breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a few deep breaths and turned to grab her water off her night stand. That's when she noticed her flickering alarm clock. The time was 12:06. Her heart stopped and she turned to the her closet. A few seconds went by and she began to calm down. Just then her closet door creaked open and a wicked moan came out from behind it.

28 May 2014

Richard's Sleepless Night

My name is Richard and this is my story to anyone who will listen, or can listen. I don't know if I am sleeping or awake, dead or alive, dreaming or in a terribly never ending nightmare. I lay in bed, I am always laying in bed, and I try to close my eyes but they never actually close. I begin to drift and just as the darkness closes in and begins to surround me I see spiders everywhere. Crawling on my face, all over my body, throughout my bed and room. I sit up fully awake to find myself in another room paralyzed completely. I try to move or scream or do anything and I cannot do a thing. Hooded figures enter the room and set upon me with knives, chanting as they stab me. I scream awake to a room on fire. Over and over again I drift asleep and get tortured awake. I never know what is real or fake. I never go to sleep, but I keep waking up.

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