2. I really liked Trevor's story about a yellow submarine, also the song 'Little Cabin in the Woods' that he transformed for the week about kids books made me laugh. I enjoyed Nick's post 'Matt the Legend', I thought that was pretty cool and definitely made me want to read more.
3. I already had a personal blog, one that I did not keep up with as well, but I already knew how it this website worked so that helped me a lot. The name for my blog is not that complicated, I wanted to keep it simple and straight forward because the posts on it might not be always like that. I know family and friends have read the blog but I would want people who are into writing as a job to read it so that they could tell me if I should continue it. I am not sure if I would still use this blog later on, I would link it to my personal blog so that more people could read it.
4. The things in my journal are purely things that we had to write in class. I don't do very well with the hand writing, it takes a very long time and usually it drives me nuts so I prefer typing where I can delete and change and write more with just the push of a button. I don't think anyone would want to read it because it literally is not good, I just make up stuff as I go and don't put as much effort in as I do with the online blog.
5. A memorable book: Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
- It's about a teenage girl falling in love with a vampire
- The first time I read it was in 2009 when I was thirteen.
- I was obsessed with the entire series. It was the first time that I spent night after night stay up to read.
- Pretty much the entire female and gay population of the world was just as into the books as I was, at the time.
- It's fantasy with a lot of dialogue.
6. Coming After You
Blood dripping down his face, falling down to the ground as he stood there. Staring at me. Red drops came streaming from the corners of his mouth. Fresh blood showing he had set his teeth in a living something. Something that might soon be dead.
He turned his head to the side, giving me an examination before taking one step forward. With his hands behind his back he looked at me intensely. I saw his empty eyes going from my neck to my side down to the floor. The grin appearing on the bottom half of his face changed his look. He did not only look dangerous, he looked like a disgusting creature. Except for the few drops of blood that landed on his ripped shirt, his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks and the stench that came from his presence was like death.
‘Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!’Screaming from the corner of the room I had scrammed myself into, I was trying to get him to stop. Begging him to stop as I had been since the first minute I saw him. He took another step forward, coming closer and closer to me. Not giving me any space to move. I was stuck and he was pleased with himself. It was obvious in his eyes, now so bright it was almost like they were glowing.
An excruciating pain shot through my body and I went flying across the room. His hands had grabbed the back of my head and with ease he had thrown me against the wall on the opposite side of the huge room. My head hit the concrete wall and it created a bloodstain the shape of a cloud. More blood came rushing from my veins. If I had the time, I would be wondering about how much blood was lost by now. Liters, probably a third if not half of all my blood I had already lost to him. I was scared for my life and was not sure how much longer I could go without any help.
‘Stop running. You are not going anywhere.’ His voice was scary with an accent so thick I could barely understand what he was saying. ‘Just give up. We both know you cannot out run me.’
I don’t know how I had gotten myself in this situation but it would not be long before my body would shut down. After running for such a long time from something so strong it was bound to give up.
My head felt as if it was bleeding like a waterfall. My thigh, where he had ripped me open before, did not stop pounding underneath my weakening grip. Not willing to give up, my mind pushed a bit more. I did not have any strength to stand up or move in any kind of way. Because of that, talking was my only option. ‘You don’t want to kill me. This is not what you want to be known for.’
He stopped in his path and clicked with his tongue before turning his head again. ‘See and this is where you are wrong. I do, very much so.’ It was like he smiled for a second but then the evil grin was back on his face. ‘I take it you haven’t seen the posters across town?’ I didn’t know what to say so I kept quiet, hoping he would go on and explain it to me himself. ‘O? You didn’t, did you?
I tried to swallow my fear but my throat was too dry. Breathing was becoming harder. I wanted him to let me go. I didn’t know what I did, it seemed to be a mistake and now I had him coming after me. ‘What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong to you.’ My eyes were filled with tears as I felt his hand go up my arm and rest on my shoulder. I started shaking heavily and within seconds I was trying to calm myself back down. I felt him rubbing the skin of my neck with his thumb. Knowing what was going to happen I forced myself not to think about it.
‘On those posters are missing people. People that I have killed. Soon enough your face will be on one of those posters. You will be just another one of them.’
He turned his head to the side, giving me an examination before taking one step forward. With his hands behind his back he looked at me intensely. I saw his empty eyes going from my neck to my side down to the floor. The grin appearing on the bottom half of his face changed his look. He did not only look dangerous, he looked like a disgusting creature. Except for the few drops of blood that landed on his ripped shirt, his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks and the stench that came from his presence was like death.
‘Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!’Screaming from the corner of the room I had scrammed myself into, I was trying to get him to stop. Begging him to stop as I had been since the first minute I saw him. He took another step forward, coming closer and closer to me. Not giving me any space to move. I was stuck and he was pleased with himself. It was obvious in his eyes, now so bright it was almost like they were glowing.
An excruciating pain shot through my body and I went flying across the room. His hands had grabbed the back of my head and with ease he had thrown me against the wall on the opposite side of the huge room. My head hit the concrete wall and it created a bloodstain the shape of a cloud. More blood came rushing from my veins. If I had the time, I would be wondering about how much blood was lost by now. Liters, probably a third if not half of all my blood I had already lost to him. I was scared for my life and was not sure how much longer I could go without any help.
‘Stop running. You are not going anywhere.’ His voice was scary with an accent so thick I could barely understand what he was saying. ‘Just give up. We both know you cannot out run me.’
I don’t know how I had gotten myself in this situation but it would not be long before my body would shut down. After running for such a long time from something so strong it was bound to give up.
My head felt as if it was bleeding like a waterfall. My thigh, where he had ripped me open before, did not stop pounding underneath my weakening grip. Not willing to give up, my mind pushed a bit more. I did not have any strength to stand up or move in any kind of way. Because of that, talking was my only option. ‘You don’t want to kill me. This is not what you want to be known for.’
He stopped in his path and clicked with his tongue before turning his head again. ‘See and this is where you are wrong. I do, very much so.’ It was like he smiled for a second but then the evil grin was back on his face. ‘I take it you haven’t seen the posters across town?’ I didn’t know what to say so I kept quiet, hoping he would go on and explain it to me himself. ‘O? You didn’t, did you?
I tried to swallow my fear but my throat was too dry. Breathing was becoming harder. I wanted him to let me go. I didn’t know what I did, it seemed to be a mistake and now I had him coming after me. ‘What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong to you.’ My eyes were filled with tears as I felt his hand go up my arm and rest on my shoulder. I started shaking heavily and within seconds I was trying to calm myself back down. I felt him rubbing the skin of my neck with his thumb. Knowing what was going to happen I forced myself not to think about it.
‘On those posters are missing people. People that I have killed. Soon enough your face will be on one of those posters. You will be just another one of them.’
7. I enjoy writing in general, whether that is for a school essay or for creative writing. The writing that I struggle with is journalism writing, it seems like I can't put any of the facts together without making it into a 'pretty story'. I have several pieces of creative writing that I am proud of but, I don't think they are good enough.
8. Writing is not for everybody but if you enjoy it, why not do it?
9. - Allison, I am going to miss seeing your face every morning when I walk into class. I think that you made me laugh a lot this past semester and I am going to miss telling you about all of my problems. Thank you for having fun with me!
- Shay, I don't think I have ever heard anyone say the word pizza as much as you do. Thanks.... you made me hungry.
- Trevor, you made me laugh every single day. Apparently people think you are nice despite you being a nerd, I am definitely one of them.
- Teyondra, are you proud of me for spelling your name right? It's right, right? Thank you for being the quite one at the table. I don't think Trevor would have made it through the semester without you :)
- Teyondra, are you proud of me for spelling your name right? It's right, right? Thank you for being the quite one at the table. I don't think Trevor would have made it through the semester without you :)
