A glance back

So I suddenly had this odd urge to blog. I don't know if any of you will see it, but that's okay. One day, you will log in and see this post and hopefully comment on it.

I don't really have a lot to say at the moment. School is starting. Life will soon cease to exist. Not really, but I will get a significantly less amount of sleep. As I begin to think about school, the typical "I don't want to go back" thought enters my head. Then, a new idea emerges. What if I were to go back to Cy-Tag? The more I pondered this, the more I realized, I would love to go back to Cy-Tag over school. Class would be so much more entertaining and I would get to hang out with my "nerd friends" all day :)

Cy-Tag was such a memorable experience for me. Being the nerd I am, hanging out with all of you came naturally. I hope to see all of you sometime in the future and wish you the best of luck with whatever you choose to pursue in life. All of you are bright, talented, AWESOME individuals. And friends :) Cherish the remaining moments of this summer. And please, do keep in touch. I promise I will hound you sometime, whether it be via Facebook or e-mail, to look over some writing, give me some feedback, or just talk.
Thank you for making my summer so amazing. All of you have had a positive influence on me whether you know it or not. Thank you for everything <3

Also-- Please keep on blogging!! I'd love to hear from you guys :)
Lea- Waiting on that story
Greg- Waiting on anything funny you write
Shelby- I'd love to hear more about your other characters you wrote your sketches about
Yejoon- I wanna read something with some ACTION, BLOOD, and VIOLENCE. hehehe :) jk. Happy endings are okay too.
Mr. Kelly- Any good Arkansas stories?

Thanks again for everything <3

Monday Morning

It is 8:56 right now. Much too early to be awake let alone be in class. Typically, once I wake up, I'm over my "I really wanna sleep and I can't believe I have to get up right now" rant. But, since I only got a little more than 6 hours of sleep, I am exhausted; as you can probably tell. Okay. Now that it's out of my system (it's gonna come back though...) let's move on.

It's Monday. It's early. (It came back!) We've established all that. Today, is actually going to be quite an intense day. We have a trip to The Cave planned. What is this cave you might ask? I am sorry. It is classified info so I cannot reveal it to you. We're also going to Morrill (sp?) Hall. What is there you might ask again? I could tell you... So I will :) There is an art gallery there. Yes, I know it's not as exciting as you might have expected.

Those are pretty much the highlights of my day aside from lunch. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to try to stay awake in class now (Told you it'd come back ;)

The Result of Take Two

Wow! Peer editing today was so amazing. My head is still hurting from all the laughter :)

I got the honor of reading Greg's story. I was completely blow away. For two weeks, I thought Greg was this quiet, serious person. Boy did that change today! Gone was his somberness and out came his comedy and humor. I've read a various stories and essays before this class, but none were at Greg's level. His timing and hilarity were impeccable.

Greg, I know you're going to read this. I just want to say, again, how brilliant your story was. All the effort you put into it was clearly evident.

Aside from his own story, he read mine. The comments and ideas he gave me were wonderful. He shifted my perspective on some things and definitely helped my story become better. I will definitely keep him along with everyone else in this class in mind for editing if I ever need advice in the future :)

Peer Editing-- Take Two

I'm not too worried about peer editing. I'm very lucky to have a class (even though they're only five of us) that gives such solid feedback. They're not afraid to "hurt my feelings." I'm not too sure about how my second story is going to go, but I guess we'll just have to see. Going into this the second time, I'm looking forward to reading everyone's brilliant stories, and hearing what they have to say about mine :)

Universe's Got Talent

I have made it to the Top 10 on Universe's Got Talent. How I managed to do this is an utter shock to me. I am not "yummy." I am a mother. I don't read or pay attention to the news. I don't really move forward in life. There are no bonuses. Life is just simple and easy.

But a while back, all this monotony began to make. Me. Sick. I got angry at myself. So I decided to become a gamer. I know. Random. But it's always been this secret passion of mine. So, once I became the biggest game maker in the galaxy, I came on this show to strut my stuff (metaphorically of course).

13 Words

Hey. Just a forewarning. This was just for a class assignment. So, please, people who read this: DON'T FREAK OUT! Just an exercise for class :)


Who am I? Who am I?

I, am a ghost. A hungry ghost. But there is nothing that can satisfy my intense hunger. Simply nothing. Except for... a man.

I have to be honest. I'm probably not going to be a very good mother. There's a lot of restrictions put on you when you're a ghost. They tend to take away from your true nature. That is why I need the perfect man.

A man who isn't reluctant about serving me all the time. Taking care of my every need. A man who is a jock or has an elevated status. A guy who has some charisma, an uncommon characteristic these days. Someone who can take me to a utopia. A calm, serene place of tranquility. He also needs to be healthy. In flawless condition. I mean, who else is going to do everything around here? Not me. Remember the whole mother thing?

This is it. I am a ghost. A hungry ghost. But there is nothing that can satisfy my intense hunger. Simply nothing. Except for... a man.

Two Worlds Collide

A beautiful, yet awkward looking bird catches your eye as you stare at the mural. It’s turquoise blue and green. Somehow it has a slight resemblance to the bird on the “Cocoa Puffs” box. The yellow, orange beak is the same color. Around it madness ensues. A man wears a long, sky blue shirt that goes down to his feet with a red tie. His eyes are scrunched closed as he holds out a fish—almost as large as he is—to the Cocoa Puff bird. Near the offering man is an object, which looks like Pac-man. He has the same expression as the man holding the fish, but he is facing the other direction away from the gigantic, crazy bird. He’s standing on a fork, bent in all the wrong directions. The fork is up right on a plate of bacon, next to a red mug of coffee.

Happy. Fantasy. La la land. It’s the stuff you see in movies, the stuff you see in music videos. A perfect world with no problems. Peace.

One road connects the entire city. A beautiful array of pastel colors bathe it in a marvelous glow of serenity. It’s a spectacular place with every amenity necessary: hospitals, houses, vacation spots, and entertainment. There’s even a castle to represent dreams coming true. Princess and princes. The stuff of fairy tales. Everyone has something to do. A place to go or things to see.

Until the trucks come in!

“AHHHHHHHH!” the Humans screeched. “What are these things? Where did they come from? Why are they eating us?” Questions were hurled through the air like rain. They poured down, but there was no umbrella to use as a shield. With everyone speaking at once, no one could understand a thing. It was just a gigantic mess of “but I think… WHY GOD? WHY? We’re all gonna die—we’re going to die. Bird!”

That was the one word which caught everyone’s attention. And sure enough a monstrous, turquoise bird with crazed eyes was coming toward the Humans. Squawking and screeching and flapping its massive wings. Behind him was a man. He was walking as if he was blind. Running into trees, people, water hydrants. In his hands was a fish almost as large as himself. How he was carrying it was a mystery. This not so blind man was desperately trying to keep up with this bird, but it was hard to do seeing as how his eyes were shut tight, scrunched up. His hands were out stretched, offering this bird a fish. But the bird paid no attention. He was having too much fun scaring these Humans. This was the best game he’d ever played.

Cy-Tag Surprises

Peer editing in Cy-Tag was a crazzzy experience! In school you had to get through so many drafts in the typical time constraint of thirty-five to forty minutes. All you did was check for grammar. Zip through it and pull out people's errors without any care of what they were writing about. And, if you were smart, your paper would come back to you just the way you turned it in. No marks of pen or pencil covered it. Most kids took one vague look through it and left the typical "it was really great" comment at the bottom. That's as far as the feedback went.

Stepping into this writing class was like stepping onto another planet (no joke intended). The kids in this class actually cared! This concept was completely new to me! A student who carefully looked through a paper and gave solid feedback was unheard of and unseen. It was an oxymoron.

But a wonderful one. I loved hearing the encouraging words that would come out of my peers' mouths. Their positivity and brightness was contagious :) I loved actually having solid feedback about my work. What made sense, what didn't, what was great, what needed improvement... I was pulled into their bubble of "passion for writing" and I began to enjoy myself more. Writing was no longer this stressful, excruciating, brain-wrenching, near-death task. Things began to flow and every day became an adventure for me.

It's only been a week and a half since class started.

What's to come is a mystery for me and you...

New Beginnings

Hi :)

This is my first Blog.

I did it for a creative writing class I'm taking this summer. I'll post my short stories, sketches, and other bits of randomness on here. I look forward to writing and commenting on your displays of brilliance!

Oh yeah...

My name is Sarah. -thunder clap-