In the Mind of a Dead Girl

Authors Note: This is based upon an independant book I read called The Secret Year. This character is Julia Vernon, a senior in high school who dies pretty early in the book, she is actually dead when the book starts. There is not a lot of great detail of how she died, so I wanted to make up her thoughts in the few minutes before she passed away. The order of the sentences in this picture is a little confusing, but I wanted that to show how her mind was working at the time, being intoxicated. I will add a link if you want more information on this book. Oh, and to see the full image just click and it will appear in a new screen, and theres TWO!

http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Year-Jennifer-Hubbard/dp/0670011533

The Taylor Tree

Check out my project for our group novel, The Bean Trees, on my essay blog, you can find the link at the top of this blog, thanks!

The Road

Author's Note: This is my first poem that I have changed from a paragraph to a sophisticated layout, it makes the whole feel of it sound more mature and makes my voice comes out stronger


The storm sets in -
in the distance,
the light, present as much as
a flickering candle,
burns out as we look behind us
from the backseat.

Dry, barren land welcome us ahead,
goes as far as the eye can see,
without threatening to stop.

The road is the only thing that keeps us on course,
the bumpy, black, warm asphalt streches on and on,
battling the land as it twists and turns.

Bumps and cracks are just proof of its battle,
but it wears on, providing more than just
a segway of ideas,
emotions,
thoughts.

For it brings people together,

something the barren land around it
fails to accomplish.

Home Alone

Author's Note: When this happened, I was alone, so even telling two people wasn't enough, I had to share it with everyone, because it was so scary, and funny




"UGH I'm hungry!" I thought as I sat on the couch with my phone in my hand. I had already scoped out my fridge and pantry, and found nothing that caught my eye. For some reason I kept looking, maybe I was hoping that something would appear that hadn't before. Nope. Wait, I found some grahm crackers, and chocolate. Then I was suddenly set on making smores, which didn't make sense because I had no marshmallows anyway. I took a chocolate, unwrapped it, and placed it in the microwave. I left the wrapper on, with the chocolate on top of it, because I was too lazy to get a bowl. I set the microwave for 30 seconds, hoping it would get soft but not melt. As I stood by the microwave, i remembered that it wasn't good to put aluminun in the microwave, and on cue, there was a boom.
I jumped -well obviously- and pressed open the microwave. The aluminun had lit fire, and blue and red flames licked the top of the microwave, leaving little black marks. I hit cancel and the flames receeded, leaving a big black mark on the microwave plate. I sighed, and stared at that little piece of chocolate. Then I started laughing, because I realized how funny it was. And why is lighting a microwave on fire funny? It just is :)

The End of the Sidewalk

 Author's Note: In Ohio, at the end of my street was a place like this, and i always thought it was magical for the sidewalk to stop for it. :)


The last few steps are taken slowly, and my feet scrape the edge of the sidewalk, the end of this clear marked path. The scene beyond does not frighten me, for it is filled with life, tall trees,flowers, a beckoning forest. The buzz of insects flying around creates excitement, turning off their annoying habits to fit in with the peace that flows through here. Animals make themselves present, and run around in this playground, happy, calm. The sidewalk did not dare to disturb this safe haven, stopping right in its tracks to marvel at the magic.

Revised version of "Untitled"

Author's Note: This poem is not just about one person, but about a dancer in general, the way they move, and how they are joined together in a family.

Thanksgiving stream of consiousness

Author's Note: It is the holidays, so there is an obvious reason to write this, but also one memory stuck in my head of thanksgiving, so I kind of expanded that into a piece.


The sounds of laughter fill the house and threaten to leak into the outside world,which seems so far away, because here, in this house, it is the definition of family. We sit around the big table and pass the food, like an assembly line. Our mouths salivate from the plates covering the table,as it threatens to creak with all the heaviness of food, happiness, and memories. Cell phones, T.Vs, and computers seem like foreign objects to us, and they are tucked away into our minds for a time other then this.
My bed feels like the greatest invention known to man when i finally fall into it, and feelings of joy help to blanket me and keep me warm, to wash away the feelings of sadness to know that this day is almost over, this day that felt like a year, if only it were longer....