Creative Writing
Final
1.
Several writings I have done this quarter include
my blog post If…, 12 People I Would Give Presents To, Favorite Food Memory, Inspiring Images, Nothing Is Perfect, and They
Say I’m Caught Up In A Dream.
2.
A couple pieces I’ve read include a lot from
Danielle’s blog. I liked her post If I
had Two Boys What Would I Call Them? I liked this post because I also imagine what
it would be like when I had kids in the future and what I’m going to name then.
I always find it fun to imagine what I want my life to be like. I’ve also read It Happens, and I wish It Didn’t, but That’s
Life, Isn’t It? I like this post
because Danielle had a really good imagination and when I read her stories I
feel like I am actually in the story and I’m the main character.
3.
When I was setting up my blog I had no idea what
I was doing. I had heard of people posting on blogs, but I never thought it
would be for me. After creating my blog
and posting a few pieces I learned how much fun it can be. Having a blog really
helped me put my work out there because normally it would just sit in a
notebook. I couldn’t think of a creative
name so I just named it Morgan’s Blog. I
think my classmates will read and I hope I will continue posting on it after
this class is finished.
4.
Everything is in my journal, from class work,
doodles, and just random thoughts I have had during class. I would want my
friends and my mother to read it. After this class I will continue to write in
my journal, but I think I am going to have to get another notebook because mine
is basically full.
5.
I knew it was wrong to hate someone so much you wish they would
get in some horrible accident ending their life. It’s not my fault Austin took
my heart right out of my chest and stomped on it until it was broken. Most people think I’m crazy and that I should
just get over it, but how do you get over your once fiancé that turned out to
be nothing better than a cheater. The
answer is you don’t. I never would of known he was being unfaithful; it was two
weeks before our big wedding day and I was glowing with happiness at the
thought of being Mrs. Aimes. On a
Tuesday afternoon I had told Austin that I was going to get my final fitting
for my dress, he even begged me for details about my dress, little did I know
it was all an act and he was just waiting for me to leave to invite his
mistress over. Driving home with joy
that my beautiful lace mermaid gown fit like a glove made me want my wedding
day to get here already. As I pulled up to the driveway I noticed a strange
green car. I walked up the porch steps and heard a muffled sound come from
inside; curious I charged in to find the noise. As soon as I walked in my heart
sank and I felt like my lunch was coming back up. On the couch was my fiancé
with another woman. Naturally I screamed at the both of them and called off the
wedding and since it happened I’ve been sitting in my house with all the lights
off wondering if I will ever have light in my life again. Since then I’ve been
plotting different ways I could get back at Austin. Each day my hate grew
stronger and stronger. I began to get angry with myself because I actually fell
for his act and I didn’t see it coming. I should have known better; nothing can
be perfect. Sitting in this house has given be plenty of time to decide what I
was going to do to him; all I had to do was find some way to get him alone. I
wanted him to suffer the heart ache that he caused me; he was such an indecent
human being he didn’t even apologize for his actions, he was “Sorry he got
caught”. My plan was perfect. Everybody
would know it was me, but I had to do it. I had to let him feel my pain. I
watched him for days learning his new routine. I knew when he left for work,
how long it took him to get there, which floor of the parking garage he used,
and his new work schedule. All I had to do was wait for the ideal day to go
through with my plan. I picked next Tuesday, since that’s the day I caught him
in the act. I waited in my car inside the parking garage. It was 3:05; he will
be down here in exactly ten minutes. My adrenaline was pumping; I was so happy
to finally return the favor. When he got off the elevator and started walking
towards his car I knew I had to act fast. I jumped out of my car, grabbing my
bat, and made my way to him. As he saw me coming towards him he said “Sam? What
are you doing here?” I could tell he could see the crazy in my eye and he knew
he was in trouble. Before I even answered I swung the bat and aimed for the
back of his head. I researched that if you hit someone on the back of the head
at a certain spot they would lose consciousness instantly. After he was lying
on the floor I dragged him back to my Nissan Maxima as fast as I could, I
wasn’t risking waiting and someone coming down to see. Once I got back in the car I was so proud that
I had pulled it off. The next second I was driving to the old cabin in the
woods; I wanted to end this relationship where it started. After arriving at
the cabin I dragged him inside and sat him on a chair and tied his hands and
feet down. I was going to kill him. I was going to take his heart out… “Is that your final statement?” I
replied to the police officer, “Yes. I told you, it was my plan from the very
beginning.”
6.
I taste
the salt in the air and feel the cool ocean breeze. Being in Jamaica has opened
my eyes to a new culture and I’ve made a million memories with my new hubby. I
will never forget how shocked I was when I first stepped on the sand; it was
like all my problems had tolled away with the tides and I was at peace with myself.
I won’t forget the feeling of the squishy sand between my toes or the sound of
my husband laughing uncontrollably. It’s the last day of our honeymoon. I’m
going to miss the endless buffets, the sounds of the exotic birds waking me up
in the morning, scuba diving and discovering a new world, and most of all I am
going to miss sitting on the beach with my husband realizing how truly blessed
we are.
7.
Creative
writing I want to do in the future will be about everything that I encounter
throughout my days. I base a lot of my writings off observations and real life
incidents. I get an outlet for everything that I keep inside when I can write
and it differs from any other writings because I don’t have to share it if I
don’t want to.
8.
I would
just like to say to every one of my classmates that they should keep up all the
creative work they are doing. Also to thank all of them to for being sp
supportive and never judging anything I’ve written.
