Six Word Memoir

I am not okay, I promise. 

Memorable Passage

Unfortunately, Wattpad (the reading app that I use to read and create stories) will not allow me to copy and paste a passage due to copyright and other stuff so I can't add in a passage of a story that I'm currently reading. All that I can say is it's a Romance story. That's all I read now-a-days and I don't have any other memorable books that I read outside of the app. Sorry. 

Writers as Readers

1. When you read, what do you need to be comfortable (environment, snacks, lighting)?

Yes, I need to be left alone. By myself. 

2. What genres (types of writing) interest you? What specifically about this genre interests you? Why are you drawn to certain books?  Any genres you avoid?

Little but of horror, some fan fiction, typical nerdy teenager stuff. 

4. What is one of your best memories connected with reading?

The being alone part is the best... I don't like people... 

11. When you write, do you continually envision the “reader” of your piece?  Who do you think would be interested in reading your work?  Does having a reader in mind affect how you choose your words, themes, ideas?  What’s different if you just write for yourself knowing no one else will ever read what you come up with?

... The content and detail will be VERY different from writing for myself than writing for other people...

13. Do you think you’d ever write a book someday?  Do you know what it would be about?  How would you want to be described on the “About the Author” at the front of the book?

I actively write fan fiction when I have time between school and work so... Done. 

News paper

Guilty. Sentenced for life. Charged with first-degree murder. Just east of the city limits. Retrieved a gun, walked home, and shot her in the neck. 

After all the sound and fury. The same surge in popularity. Not Miss Popular. A surprise? Sketchy. 

Tired

𝓜𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭. I let out a soft sigh as I flopped onto the bed. Too tired to move, my eyes give in to the heavy weight and began to close. Slowly drifting off to sleep to have 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 this week. 

My first and last dream...

When I was younger, about 7 years old I think, I had my first dream. It wasn't like the kind of surrealistic dreams that normal kids in Kindergarten would have. The night I had my dream was as normal as any other. My mom had tucked me in, said goodnight, and turned on my Minnie Mouse nightlight before closing the bedroom door. In my dream I found myself in a dark room, broken shackles hung from my wrists and ankles. The would room toss and sway gently as if it were moving. I carefully feel around the walls of the room and find the outline of a door. I hesitate a bit, hearing voices from the other side. As they die down, my confidence to open the door grew until I finally did it. I was blinded by the sudden sunlight, I was on a boat and a fairly big one too. The boat was on a bright blue river and on either side was nothing but yellow sand. I panicked hearing a man's voice yell in my direction, I ran to the nearest side of the boat and jumped over the edge. It wasn't until I hit the freezing cold water I realized how hot the air was around me and how much I couldn't swim. The broken shackles didn't help either, they were so heavy. I tired myself out from flailing that I just couldn't keep my head above the water anyway and took a deep breath before giving up. I began to sink to the bottom of the river, growing colder the farther I sank. I gasped as I couldn't hold my breath anymore, breathing in water and started flailing again. My vision becomes blurred as no more oxygen filled my lungs, drowning under the ship I jumped from. When my vision finally goes black I wake up to my mom waking me up to catch the bus. That was the last time I had a dream and it would be 6 years later to make sense of that dream. 6 years to learn about Ancient Egypt, the Nile River, and Slaves.

Author's note:

Okay, so this 'story' is 100% true. I don't dream at night, I just see black. Like those relatable moments when you think 'I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes' and you've already slept for 2 hours. That's my sleep. No dreams just minor time travel. Anyways, I did have 1 dream when I was 7 that I drowned. What's weird to me is that a Kindergartner isn't going to know about Ancient Egypt or Slavery or even death for that matter, but I was able to dream myself on the Nile River and die by drowning. After a while I forgot about the dream until I started learning about the Egyptians in 6th grade. I made the connection and to this day I feel like I just 'saw' how I died in a past life or some other third eye stuff. I also wonder if that dream is the reason for being so dark...

If I Were in Charge of the World

If I were in charge of the world I'd cancel early mornings, rules, bedtime and also taxes.

If I were in charge of the world there'd be Adult Naps, Snack time, and also Anarchy!

If I were in charge of the world you wouldn't have Liquorice. You wouldn't have Bills. You wouldn't have to Adult or "Do your homework ." You wouldn't even have homework.

If I were in charge of the world Candy would be a vegetable. All Adult children and a person who sometimes forgot how to adult and sometimes forgot to pick up their kids would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.

Color Association Poem

Black is the color of the night, the unknown, and your deepest, darkest thoughts.

There are many colors to describe a person and mine is this. Black feels like nothing. Black is the absence of color.

Black should be a comforting color.

Black feels like nothing,

Black is the color of a void.

Black should feel like something but black feels like nothing and it leaves me at ease.

Paint Chip Poems

Haikus:

Cress Green-

Cress is a veggie,

It's a sprout like veggie,

I know nothing else.

Pea Soup-

My soup is tasty,

Peas floating around without care,

Yummy yummy soup.

Acrostic:

Frosty the snowman,

Rampaged through the town.

Over the hills and down the street,

Snowy, bloodied trails followed in his wake.

That's all,

Y'all!

Free style:

(Colors: Rock bottom, Obsidian Glass, Time and Space, and Fossilized.)

I watch through Obsidian Glass. Watch as the past becomes Fossilized by foul memories. Watching my life hit Rock Bottom and pick itself up only to do it again and again. Time and Space no longer exist to me, at least, not any more. The pressure and strain from my mortal became too much, so I decided to take my final fall.

Object inspired writing.

Tell me, what am I too you? A faceless creature? Your demons? Your false sense of reality? Or am I just your imagination? A figment that isn't and will never be real. I have many forms, each one different from the last. I can tell you what I am, but you won't believe me. No, your mortal mind can fathom the truth of my nature. My purpose. However, I'll tell you anyway. It is true I'm only a figment of the human imagination, but I prefer to be known as a sort of 6th sense, if you will. Without me, the way you perceive life wouldn't be the same. So careless and short it would be. Let me ask you another question to help aid you into understanding. You've found yourself at the end of a pistol, drawn to your face by a masked man. Are you afraid? Now, what if I told you that the man had no interest in pulling the trigger, in fact, the gun is unloaded and is only a stolen prop? Are you still afraid of the man? No? This is because you now know your not in any danger, but before, you were fearful that your life would end right then and there. You see, my purpose is to help you stay safe and be wary of your surroundings. To keep you from meeting your creator too soon. However, this doesn't stop all mortals from making deadly mistakes.

Author's note: As depicted by the image, my inspiration to this short piece of writing was 'fear'. I wanted to personify this commonly occurring psychological phenomenon a bit by having a direct conversation with the reader and try to make this seem ominous or dark (Although I feel like I failed that part) as I could. I also wanted to have the reader think, "What am I truly scared of?" or "What is fear?", but I didn't want to overdue it by asking the reader too many questions. The scenario was cliche, yes, but it's still a scary situation to be in, none the less. As for the ending bit, I don't know where I was going, but I was thinking about adrenaline junkies. This was shorter than I expected though, but hopefully it was a good attempt. 

I am... Leah

I am...

An introvert 
A shoulder to cry on
The listener
A voice fallen upon deft ears
The nobody
The black sheep
The loney
A troubled soul
Your best and worst friend 
Anxiety disorders 
Paranoia 
Easily forgotten 
An outcast
A silent cry
A lone wolf
And always will be hidden away.