Monday, November 16, 2009

Describe Your Favorite Food

My words: Gusto, epicure, sustenance, gastronomy

The prompt: Describe your favorite food

I came from a family of pigs. No, literally, I was raised by a family of fat, smelly, pink, pigs. Most everyone in my family eats what they get; they eat a lot. I, only eat the good stuff. i am an epicure, if you will. I am an artist of gastronomy.

The hog I called dad went away when I was just a piglet. The sow of a mother I had said he had some links to some heavenly place. It must have been one really nice place because no one has ever come back to that place. Boy, was my mom a ham! What gusto she had.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Writing Prompt #2

Here were the words: abrogate, conjoin, mandate, and volatile
And the prompt: The two groups of teens came together to...

decide how to stop them. Two groups came together to end injustice. Two groups of teens came together, united, each with unique powers. Two government officials abrogated the unity with force. Two government officials ordered that groups of three or more people with supernatural powers were not to conjoin, meet, or congregate in any way.

it was hard for me to take the fact that I was a little... different. Well, a lot different. But mostly, it was hardest for my mom. After the first... incident mom cried and shouted,"You... you sick, volatile wretch! How could you..." Well, yes, I blow things up by concentrating on them. The bigger or more powerful, the harder it is to blow up. For instance: a tea cup is easier to blow up than, say, a house or a human. the first victim: mom's freakishly annoying long haired chihuahua.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

English 9 journal entries

I know the title sounds really boring so I'll try to make the content a bit more exciting. So, here goes it... for my english class my teacher (Mrs. Pierce) and the student teacher (Ms. Flynn) are having us (the class) write two paragraphs (not too hard) including: correct punctuation etc., four vocabulary words (with definition and parts of speech), and we have to follow a prompt.

Here's what I wrote the first week (don't worry I'll get the others in sometime soon... I hope)

Here's the words: Cacophony, Raucous, Antiphon, and Resonating

And here's the prompt: The concert was so awesome . . .

if you enjoy watching an entire auditorium's capture by German Nazis. It started with a cacophony of raucous German voices causing noise and panic. Still the symohiny played on, their glorious antiphon resonating in peacefulness. A piercing scream shattered the air as a young, helpless oboeist was snatched from his seat and beaten unjustly.

What justifies the fact that you should/ can hurt a person in any way merely because their hair is brown, or maybe their skin is darker or lighter, or they dress in awkward clothes, or they maybe talk funny? What would the world be like if Herr Adolf Hitler were a blind man? What yould it be like to see through the eyes of one without vision.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Hi everyone!!!

Hey!!! I just noticed this (I know I'm a little slow) but I probably should've put the beginning of my story on this blog but, you all know, I'm pretty lazy so if you want to see the beginning of "If Only" it's at sorry about the typos I had to type pretty fast. You kinda need to read the beginning before you read the rest of the story because it might get pretty confusing. Please comment! Hope you like it!!!!!!!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

If only (revised) The End

The wedding was just how I pictured it. Not too fancy. I carried a bouquet of dasies down the aisle. The main color was yellow with green accents. It wasn't in Japan but that's how I saw it; bright green dewy grass sparkling in the sun, cherry tree blossoms blowing in the wind. Everyone I ever knew was there; Jane, mom, dad, Ivan, Bryce (of course), everyone was there. It was the middle of May.
I closed my eyes and instead of black I saw the brightest white. Like the color white Jesus wore when he ascended into heaven. I whispered, "It's okay,"back to Earth. Then I let go.
If only I had known what was going to happen. If only a certain man didn't forget his coat. If only a certain lady got decaf instead of waiting in line for some regular to brew. Or maybe if the wind hadn't stolen a child's balloon as he walked across the street. If only a wife hadn't checked a text she got from her husband in Iraq while driving. If only I didn't walk out the door to see what happened. Or, maybe if I didn't even wake up at all that morning. I could've known that the man who forgot his coat was an ambulance driver, and the woman who waited for her coffee was a nurse, and the boy who lost his balloon was about to get hit by the wife checking a text from her husband in the army while driving, this wouldn't have happened. But then, if it didn't happen, even though I died, I wouldn't have lived.

If Only (revised)(cont, cont, cont.)

I woke up early in the morning in the hospital again to Bryce's soft hands caressing mine in his. I rolled onto my side to see him better. For a moment I forgot what he looked like. It was so relieving to see his face again, but not like this. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were still wet from silent tears. I had seen a lot of sad things in this world, but nothing could be compared to this. A heavy tear trickled slowly down my cheek and fell onto his face.

"It's okay." I said stroking his brown curly hair, like I always imagined doing to my children after falling off their bike or being stung by a bee. "It's okay..."

When Bryce woke up I saw in his eyes, so full of emotion, love, fear, sadness, hope. Then the doctor came in. His eyes weren't quite as reassuring. He looked like he had just been woken up from a really good dream. And it must have been one heck of a good dream.

"I have news," he said slowly.

We both stared at him, with sore eyes.

"Well, you have little more than a day to live. You are free to leave the hospital but, there's nothing more we can do. I'm sorry..."

The rest of his words were lost to me. The terrible lingering stench of that thought took over my brain like a parasite. What will happen to Bryce when I go? he didn't move at all, in shock , in pensive distress as I clung to his arm, weeping.

A few hours later we had made it through the worst of our tears. We left the hospital as soon as we could and went to our new house. I explained to Jane what happened in the best way possible: the truth. She handled it pretty well, for the most part, I think. And I explained that I moved in with Bryce in a nice house; she simply heaved a sad sigh and said,"Okay."

We only made it an hour into the night in our new house together until Bryce got up out of bed, came to my side of the bed, kneeled, and asked,

"Evalyn, I wanted to ask you this ever since I met you, Evalyn, will you marry me? I... I don't have a ring or anything but I just... Evalyn, marry me! I... I'm so sorry... I..."

He couldn't say anything more because at that moment I started kissing him. I cradled his face in my hands and said,

"Yes. Yes Bryce, I will! I love you so much!"


If Only (revised)(cont,cont.)

After that we went on three more dates, all three at his apartment. We had to tell Jane we were going to some place really safe, just so she wouldn't freak out. I told him about my recent accident and how I never noticed how lonely I was until I found him. We had kissed many times on our dates but this kiss defeated them all. It started like this: Janey went to anothre friend's house (one that I didn't particularily like) leaving me with a butt -- load of emergency numbers. I got a call around ten 'o clock from Bryce. He asked to come pick me up and go to someplace very special. I said it was okay, my curiosity growing like a weed. It was perfect that tonight was the night Jane went to a friend's house.

He got to Jane's house about ten minutes later with a bouquet of dasies (my favorite flower).

"Ready to go?"he asked.

"I'm ready, all this suspense is killing me!"

We got in his car and in the back seat I saw a package wrapped quite nicely in pink, green, and blue tissue paper. Interesting... I thought.

The car stopped by a cute little house with white shutters and flowerboxes in the windows with dasies. The grass was so green, at least it looked like it under the moonlight. A stone pathway lead up to three small steps that connected to a front porch. Wouldn't it be nice to live there? I thought. We parked on the curb, then he got out and asked,

"Are you coming?"

"W...well, yeah... where are we go...?"

Bryce dangled a silver key directly between my eyes, almost making me go cross eyed. I was so happy I couldn't even bring myself to raise my hand to take the key. We walked up to the house hand in hand, opened the door and collapsed on the couch.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Bryce said.

He brought back a package with pink, green, and blue tissue paper wrapping. I opened the package with excitement. It was a metal wire sculpture of the Eiffel Tower.

He said, "I made it myself. I... knew... you..."

I didn't notice how close we were until I felt his nose touch mine. We looked in each other's eyes and we both knew what was going to happen. Then it happened. Emotoins erupted like fireworks. It felt almost like a dream. The best dream I had ever had; swallowed up in passion and love, the best sort of obsession, a great power amidst an ocean of peace. His lips against mine felt like rose petals. I loved him so much. I never wanted this to end.

Then I felt dizzy, a nauseous sort of dizzy. I cried at the thought of this perfect moment ending. Perfect doesn't exist, not in this world. I sat down slowly and tried just breathing deep, I couldn't even concentrate on that. Something was really wrong. Any little thought at all just sent a pain to my head, like a raging bullet. I couldn't find the stregnth to even sit up; it was like my body forgot how to run itself. I heard the saddest sound you could ever hear, the sound of someone you love so, so much in tears,

"Evalyn... Evalyn?" he said over and over.

I managed to slip the words,"It's okay."

Then darkness overcame me.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

If Only (revised)(cont.)

The rest of the day after I hung up was just as unthinkably boring as my room. I had trouble going to sleep that night, too. I kept having dreams of me dying with a certain longing I couldn't yet explain.

The next morning finally came. I couldn't stand to eat breakfast. First of all , because it looked and smelled like canned cat food and the thought of finally being freed from my indescribably annoying nurse was swimming in my water-filled head.

When Jane finally arrived at the hospital it was nearly ten-thirty, an hour late. Do you know how long an hour is when you've been in a hospital bed for two nights? She claimed she tried to bring Ivan, but the nurses said it'd be a health issue to most patients to have an allergen and pet dander infested animal in a hospital. So, she had to take Ivan all the way back home (10 miles) then come all the way back here. It was a very time consuming thing.

On the way home Jane suggested that I start moving in with her for a while, at least until my head healed. We had recently talked quite seriously about sharing a house and selling my apartment, this would be a perfect time to start moving in. I had to agree that it was potientally hazardous to live in my tiny, cramped excuse for a home. So, we swung by my apartment so I could quickly pack the essentials: clothes, toothbrush, piano music, etc.

A few hours after we got to Jane's house and unpacked my things and had a pb&j sandwich Jane asked,"Where do you want to go for dinner?" as she helped me shove the last of my clothes in a dresser in her spare room.

"I don't know, you choose." I didn't care what I ate as long as it wasn't hospital food.

jane spotted my bucket list and, I'm guessing the first thing she saw was 'tango in Argentina'. "How about Argentinean?"

The food was good; it was a lot like Mexican food. And dinner was pretty fun until Jane randomly asked a random guy (not only random but so freakin' adorable, no, not adorable, that sounds too much like a teddy bear, sexy is too much like a promiscuous high schooler... cute, I think would be the appropriale word here) if he wanted to dance with me. She said it would be good for me. I never forgot how we spun around on the dance floor, passion exploded underneath each step, each move was a flurry of emotion. his dark wavy hair caught the light of a flickering candle and his deep blue eyes turned into flames, warm, comforting flames.

I didn't even notice I was staring into his eyes until the manager told us the resturant was closing in ten minutes. I didn't want to leave. My partner didn't want to leave either.

"Wait, when can I see you again? My name is Bryce." He sounded so shy.

"I'm Evalyn."

"Evalyn..." he seemed to taste my name. "How about tomorrow at two, on the bridge in the park."

"Okay." I was so excited, I knew that the moment I got to my room I would pick out my outfit ahead of time because I knew I would change it at least until I went through all my clothes twice. And that's what I did.

I expected my first date to be nerve wracking and scary, but it seemed as natural to me as breathing. It was just as calming to me as the river underneath our feet. It felt like this was the way it should be. Now I knew the longing I felt the longing I felt in my dream. I longed to be with Bryce and I had only known him seven hours, not that I was counting, of course.

"So..." Bryce started,"What sort of things do you like?"

"Well... I like a lot of things... i like to sing and play the piano. my favorite colors are green, pink, and blue. I like Shakespeare, dramatic, sappy love stories, popcorn, Paris, movies, and you."

"Just like?"

Well, maybe a bit more." We both laughed. The sound of his laugh made me smile. It was just as exciting as the sound of Santa's laugh, except not as jolly. I was unimaginably happy around him, and I had only known him one day. It was like I had known him my whole life. It was like Time had been waiting for us to meet. When I got back to Jane's house i was glad to get rid of one more thing on my list. Two more things left, I thought.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


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