Creative Writing Final Reflection Post

1.       One piece I wrote was a project called “This is…” where you looked at a picture and then wrote about what you thought it was. I remember seeing a picture of old wrinkly hands and writing a short poem about that. I also wrote a poem about a picture that showed Obama and all of the elite government officials watching as they killed Osama Bin Laden.

2.       When we wrote our short horror stories around Halloween time I remember Collin Tinen’s story the most vividly. It was about a tea factory that grinds up humans and puts them in their tea. I also read a book called Amy and Rogers Epic Detour, which was about two acquaintances who end up going on a road trip together and fall in love.

3.       Setting up my blog was easy and pretty self explanatory. I really like the website Google Blogger because it was easy to use. My blog’s name was “Can of Worms” which is a name that my friend suggested when I told her I was having troubles coming up with a name. I hope that one day I can look back on my blog and see how much I’ve progressed as a writer. I will continue to use my blog most likely, but probably just to post little things I write here and there.

4.       Journaling is like a second nature to me. At home I have journals full of writings and drawings I do when I’m bored. My creative writing journal was special though, because the cover of it was so unique whoever saw it almost had to crack it open and see what was on the pages. I would like to continue writing and fill up my journal and then put it away for a while until one day when I want to reminisce.

5.        

On a bike,

In the middle of nowhere,

We just passed a hick town,

But it was gone in the blink of an eye.

The wind blows against my face,

Turning my cheeks read and

Making my nose run so that I

Constantly am sniffling.

The green fields wave at me as I go by

Other people on the road acknowledge us

By waving as well.

This is a good feeling,

This is a right feeling

The feeling of being free.

There is music on the radio,

Unfortunately I can hardly hear it

I can tell it’s some kind of classic rock station.

Then I recognize the song,

“You Shook Me” by AC/DC.

This is a first for me,

I’ve never gone this fast

With no separation between

Me and the pavement.

I trust him,

I don’t know him very well yet,

But I trust him with my life.

We ride for an entire hour,

And once we reach home

I get off feeling different.

I get off and this

overwhelming

refreshing

feeling washes over me,

And I feel as though this is the first day of my life.

6.

2012

This is three eighths of my dysfunctional blended family,
We're standing on a large beige expansion of sand with mountains in the background
Our teeth are gritted into large smiles
The sand was in my teeth for days afterwards.
My brother, who's not pictured was probably off exploring the miles upon miles of hills.
I have a snowboard in my hand
That I would later tear down the sandy hills on
My sister is awkwardly attempting to stop the peppering winds from her sensitive skin
She stands close to my dad and I
This was my dad trying to glue our family back together

2013

The car ride was a lot less crowded
Our Toyota Sequoia was only half full
My dad realized that no adhesive can mend a shattered family
Money and greed poisoned the hearts of of its members
So this year only my nuclear family made the trip out to Colorado
And enjoy our extensive playground
This time without the burden of judgemental eyes watching us everywhere we went.

7. I hope to creatively write as a hobby. It’s a great stress reliever and is a way to channel your emotions. Creative writing is different from other types of writing I do because I feel like other writings I do I’m forced to fit a criteria. With creative writing it doesn’t matter if it’s not in MLA format, there are not as many guidelines to follow, so what you’re writing is actually what is coming out of your mind.

8. My table mates were amazing, they were Collin Tinen, Lauren Barclay, Liana Bustamante, Kenzie Callahan, and last but not least Taylor Brown. Taylor is the most intellectual and unique people I know and I’m so glad that I’ve grown closer to her as the year has progressed. I can only hope that our friendship flourishes even more than it already has.