My Novel

Hey guys ! I am writing my first novel for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).
It will be finished by November 30th, 2010, and I will be making a new blog (I will post that url on here) so you can read it. I will be doing the posts chapter by chapter.
When I am finished, a publishing company is sending me a free copy of my book, binded. My family is going to purchase some as well. 
Thanks so much guys, and I hope that you will read my novel "The End to this Beginning", and enjoy it as well!!


Alyssa-Rachelle

I wish you were here

This is my Pantoum called "I wish you were here". I hope that it is good and makes plenty of sense, since I wrote it today !! 

Let me know . 

I will be typing up my sonnet and putting it on here as well.

I remember the better days,
I couldn’t help but smile.
You gave me a great comfort
As you held me tightly inside your arms

I couldn’t help but smile
At the thought of seeing you again.
As you held me tightly inside your arms,
I quickly fell asleep.

At the thought of seeing you again,
I closed my eyes to dream.
I quickly fell asleep,
Wishing that you were the one next to me.

I closed my eyes to dream,
Holding tightly to my pillow,
Wishing that you were the one next to me,
Remembering how it once was.

Holding tightly to my pillow,
I remember the better days,
Wishing that you were the one next to me,
As you held me tightly inside your arms.

Banishing the Typical Love Poem

All my senses are on fire and my hands are warm while you are in them. The feeling that you leave in my stomach produces this grin. 


You look so delicious to me, and I can't believe that I am living this moment with you. Your perfumed scent arouses me and I think this feeling is called,'hungry'. Hungry for you, my darling.


Okay, this excercise was to write about something that we never thought about when we thought about love. We couldn't even use the word love. All we could use was things that didn't relate to love, and yet, you could still describe it. My thing that I NEVER think of when I think of the word "love" is a taco. Senses are on fire for the girl this guy likes and the feeling of eating that taco you are craving. Warm hands while she or the taco is in them. ETC ETC ETC. I actually don't like this piece at all. But, I am putting all my pieces up here. <3 

Ransom Note Story

We were told in class to make a story about a ransom note. This is mine. It is the first draft, so it needs more work. But, yeah(:

Tapping my hand around my cubby, I felt a piece of paper. I grabbed it and read the note: "If you're looking for Mr. Snuggles, he is gone! If you ever want to see him again, meet me at the Sandbox tomorrow, 8 am. But, that's not all, my friend!! I want two sticks of Double Bubble gum, five chocolate chip cookies, and 1 fruit punch Kool-Aid juice box. Be there or be square...and, I know you'll be there. But, you better be alone, or Mr. Snuggles will become Mr. Stuffing!!!"


I grabbed my sack and ran into the cold afternoon. Tears stung my cheeks. Where was I ever going to get all these items by tomorrow morning? I...I...I need Mr. Snuggles!!! I can't tell my mommy, or she'll come with me...and...and...I don't want Mr. Stuffing!


I decided to attempt getting these items somehow. So, instead of walking home, I detoured to CALL ME THRIFTY, the gas station near my house and found over $3.67 on the ground, in a matter of 5 hours...well, I had a $1.50 of that already, and asked a man for some change...but, I still found over $1.00 around the store! As I ventured inside, I noticed two men screaming at each other. They used "no-no" words, and were very upset. I tried to zone them out, just like I do to mommy, and look for the important stuff.


I passed the angry men, and went towards the coolers. I reached into the fridge and grabbed a Kool-Aid. I was becoming less and less upset each passing second. I'm going to get Mr. Snuggles back!! I was so excited that I glanced at my watch to check how much longer until 8 am tomorrow. The time was 7:43 pm. GREAT! When I looked back up, one of the angry men was standing in front of me. In one hand, he held a silver thing. It was metal, no doubt. But, it wasn't sharp, nor was it round. But, when it went off, it was loud...and it hurt!


I didn't know what was happening and quite frankly, I was scared. But, as I fell to the ground, instead of the silver thing, I saw Mr. snuggles in the angry man's hand. I then knew that I could close my eyes, and Mr. Snuggles would be alright.

Factfiction

THIS IS A SECOND DRAFT OF THE SAME PIECE. I DIDN'T PUT THE FIRST DRAFT ON HERE. BUT, MY CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER CRITIQUED IT, AND, NOW THIS IS MY BETTER, BUT NOT PERFECT. 

I lie on the floor, my eyes burning from heartfelt tears. My face is as red as blood and every part in my body is numb except my head, which is pounding, pounding, pounding in immense pain. I don’t know where to turn, or who to turn to in that matter. God, which is never there when I truly need Him? No way!

      My heart isn’t able to find a steady beat, as it races in my chest. Opening my eyes, everything looks so much duller then it once was. I glance around this barren room. Nothing, absolutely nothing, to stabilize this massive pain. I can honestly say the cheesy line, “I am so lost in this moment”, and truly mean it.

      I hear the clock ticking, ticking, ticking…I wish time could cease at the moment you need it to most. But, it doesn’t. Not ever. More tears fill my now swollen eyes and roll down my cheeks. Each time I try to control these unbearable sobs, they just become worse. My breathing feels awkward and I feel around my body for my inhaler…nothing. This burden is more than I can bare. No one, not even the God my forefathers worshiped, can lift this from my bruised shoulders. I am completely humiliated. My innocence was not only kidnapped, but, it was brutally murdered in a matter of minutes.

      Floods of thoughts and memories start pouring throughout my brain. But, most of all, floods of anger rage within me. Who deserves this? What have I done? I know that my body and brain are still in shock from the disturbing fact that my own father would do such a crime to me, his own daughter. I hate him! I despise the man! I shall breathe curse upon him with every last breath. Bruises cover my body, and burns cover my heart. But, what covers that man is nothing besides pride and honor. No one would believe me if I tried to tell. My father is the pastor of our small town. Not only does everyone worship the man, they treat him as if he were the Almighty, himself. I know with all my heart, if I went and told anyone that my father, the holy man of God, raped me, brutally tore my innocence from me, so I would never leave him like my mother did, I would be mocked and ridiculed for such a “lie”. So, now, I must put my clothes back onto my beaten body, fake another smile, and walk out of the solitude of my room into daylight…to face everybody…and, keep my mouth shut.