Writer's Journey

  Flashing lights and the murmur of scared people were the only things keeping Max from thinking this was all some kind of late night fever dream. There was no way he could imagine all of the technical words that were currently flying over his head, as the doctors milled around and tried to coax a reply from him. A particularly bold officer walked up to him with an annoyed expression. “Sir, we need you to answer our questions”, he huffed. Ignoring the man, Max thought about what had just happened, trying to pluck out any detail that didn’t make sense, so that he could confirm that this was all a wild hoax. Maybe if he was right, John’s dead body would sit back up, signature playful smile on his face. He would announce that this was all just another one of his pranks, and they could go back to their weekly meals together at Paul’s. But somehow, Max could feel that hope slipping through his fingers. Reality was crashing down on him as his heart sank in despair. John would never play ...

 David was tired. No, that was an understatement. Calling David tired was like calling Mount Everest merely large. If you had to ask David himself about his condition at the moment, he would have a great many words to use. Exhausted, fatigued, worn out, but none of them encapsulated the exact feeling. These were the thoughts running through his mind as he stumbled along, weaving through a mass of sweaty and equally tired people. Maybe it wasn't the best time to slip back into the habit of an English teacher, and try to scour through the thesaurus of words in his head for the most fitting adjective, but it was what he was used to. Conveniently, it also helped to distract him from the burning ache in every limb of his body, from the painful, dry feeling in his throat, and from the dizziness caused by the sweltering heat of the sun. His legs were beginning to feel like jelly beneath him, and he was very surprised he was still moving. He thought he would have collapsed a few minutes ag...

The lyrics for a song I wrote for a group activity, where we had to compose a song. I'm pretty proud of it, so I thought I'd share it. It seems like more of a poem, which is understandable since I have more experience writing those. But with the final tune of the song, and the background music, it came out sounding really good.

  The hot sun blazed from above my head, glaring down at me. Sweat was beading on my forehead while I sat on the scorching hot sand. As a drop landed on my lap, soaking into the makeshift fabric of my clothes, I came to a decision. Looking up at Misha, I could see her towering over me from her position on the large rock. “Hey, I think that’s enough.” I called out to her. “Enough for today? Yeah, I think so as well. I can’t see anything, and this sun is beginning to make me feel dizzy.” My friend sighed to herself, and stood up to come down to where I stood. “We can’t exactly risk getting sick, anyways—” “No. I mean that I don’t think this is going to work.” Misha’s ramble came to an abrupt halt, as she looked down at me from where she was standing. “What? Are you saying we should just give up?” She said slowly, glaring at me with a challenging look in her eyes. I could feel the frustration building as the gravity of the situation made itself clear. It wasn’t like I wasn’t already a...