Stephany Queen
“FR E SH A VOCA DO” The intro to a young child hoping to become an author in the far future.
Stephany Queen
“FR E SH A VOCA DO” The intro to a young child hoping to become an author in the far future.
“FR E SH A VOCA DO” The intro to a young child hoping to become an author in the far future.
“FR E SH A VOCA DO” The intro to a young child hoping to become an author in the far future.
Dear magic erasure,
I have had a very busy day today. I thought about a lot during our group therapy session. I thought about Jacquelyn, Dave, and Donna. They went through a lot because of me. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that I made them go through so much though. It provides character development.
The prison guard keeps taking my dairy to read! I bet they want to know what I’m thinking about. They’re jerks like that! I am thinking about murdering you stupid prison guards! That’s what you want to know right? Well I just told you! I want to pull out your organs and stuff them down your throat! Anyway, have I improved with my grammar? I bet I finally have my grammar down!
I don’t think that I really have anything to really say to the general public. I didn’t do anything to them. That’s why i was surprised that they let a interviewer from some news channel (I think) ask me a bunch of questions.
They still haven’t let me talk to any other inmates outside of the groups therapy sessions. I also talk to my two personal psychologists about my past, but those aren’t real conversations. Did I mention that the group therapy sessions are for my anger? I think they have been helping a lot too! My psychologists told me that I’ll be able to talk to other inmates when I finally learn empathy. I know what empathy means, I’ve told them I do. But they say I have to feel empathy in order to understand it and other people. They say I’m making progress though, but I still need to learn a lot.
My two psychologists’ names are John and Martha. They can be really funny sometimes! They say that because I put Jacquelyn, Dave, and Donna through so much that I’m not aloud to leave for a very long time. They said that I have to learn empathy and make a lot of psychological progress to be able to talk to anyone else.
The guards are coming, I have to run! Bye magic erasure!
As the young girl walks down the narrowing hallway, everything seemingly stops. Her future could be determined by what lies behind that door.
She stops dead in her tracks from her nerves. A woman stops to ask if she’s okay, and the girl confides in the older woman.
“I was nervous my first time too. You’ll do amazing, I know it. You seem like a kind girl.” The young girl thanks the kind woman and steadily strides forward to the door at the end of the corridor.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵. With these comforting words repeating in her head she lifts her hand to the door knob. She twists the handle and steps inside.
She hands the job interviewer her resume and shakes his hand. She sits opposite the man behind the fancy desk.
“Let’s start this interview….”
Everyone agrees that everything around them have certain noticeable features too them, but some people don’t have these thoughts to them.
The air has a crisp ring of ambient city noise. The bustle is apparent around the tall man. A happy upbeat smile seemingly painted onto his face as the man next to him drops all of his papers out of his briefcase. He keeps walking though, unaware.
Pigeons mindlessly make a flutter of chaos on the sidewalk to his right. They flutter past his face with great excitement as the boy continues kicking at them. He looks at the boy with an upbeat side eye. The boy looks at him and glances down as he slows his walking pace through the flock. The man smiles at the boy and continues walking.
A car bumps into another as the driver makes an attempt at parking across the street from the man’s route. The people around him stop to take a glance at the incident across the bustle of cars. The man walks into the park opposite of the scene.
The man sits at the bench inside the large happy white dome amongst the grey skyscrapers. The boys behind the damp bench watered down by the sun. Their faces collecting beads of sweat and stains of flushed red from their rugged activities.
Their football escapes them and flys in the direction of the man enjoying the scenery of the oasis of the city. The man feels a thump against his head, and he’s surprised at the football that sits next to him. It’s seems to be enjoying the scenery with him as though they were old friends. The children retrieve their friend and apologize silently. Continuing with their respective activities of rough housing and gazing upon the scenery.
Half an hour later: Two cars are stranded on the side of the road. The bus the man has ended up on passes swiftly on the ice and snow capped highway. One red truck and one old blue car trapped in snow. Vacant and sad compared to the man’s kind mood.
Leaving the bus he sees his destination. He runs up to the excited woman. She signs, “how are you?”
The carnival is filled with wonderful things, but sometimes their not the funnest in the world. The worst part about this specific carnival was that it had clowns in their mirror maze to encourage everyone. The person who thought of that really should have their head screwed on again.
Claire has hated mirror mazes since the first time she stepped into one. She had walked straight into a mirror almost her first few steps into the maze, so you could guess why she didn’t like them. She had also never liked clowns either. The thought of them made her shiver. Her friends, Maria and Zoey, knew these facts, they made Claire go into the mirror maze with them.
Claire kept her hands in the air in front of her, feeling for the opening between mirrored walls. Her friends insisted on her going first into the maze. A cold shiver ran up Claire’s spine as she peered at the eerie reflections of reality. She had to have been stumbling for about fifteen minutes when she noticed her friends were not behind her. “Zoey! Maria! Where are you! This isn’t funny!” Claire cautiously called out.
Claire only heard one echoing response back to her cries. “Heheheheheheh,” the twisted and dreadful laugh in ringed and crept Claire’s ears. Desperately looking for the source of fear, Claire scanned her surroundings. The only thing that could be seen in the mirrors were herself. Her heart lurched when she pieced her vision together looking into the mirror back at herself.
She shouldn’t have kept staring sometimes your reflection gets mad at you when you stare at them. Her eyes started to look to the right, but she wasn’t looking to the right. She was staring straight at her self moving in the mirror. Claire looked back at the reflection that looked like hers, but wasn’t.
She glanced to her right like her reflection. When she looked back at her reflection her reflection was normal again. She immediately looks back to her right, as when she realizes what’s in the mirror to her right she freaks out. The clown was standing there was the clown. His mask had a twisted smile. Not the kind you would see a normal still terrifying clown wear.
Claire had gone missing after the carnival. The little carnival game Zoey and Maria played proved to be fatal. The next morning after 2 weeks of search and rescue teams racing around the clock to find her they did. She was found drowned in the river next to the field where the carnival was sprung out 2 weeks prior.
I once thought that the sun sets at the end of the day, but … I was wrong. It doesn’t set. In fact it never rests. It doesn’t sleep. It keeps burning, and it will continue to burn nonstop like expectations. Expectations don’t stop once someone doesn’t follow them. They’re just added on too. We expect the sun to burn forever, but in some distant future it will run out of gas like a car. It won’t be able to keep running forever. The sun is alike our time I this Earth. Eventually it will run out, so it’s up to us how we choose to burn. We are all stars. You are the only one who can make you bright. You are the only one who can choose how well others can see you. And when you burn out, it’s your choice to choose how beautifully you go out. And I want to go out just as beautifully as a star implodes.
I have always loved the never ending plain. My brother loved it too.
The wind has always ripped strongly through the air, almost knocking us over and destroying our inky umbrella.
My brother has always wanted to walk across the plain. He wanted his life to end before it had began. He said he would get through the wind and walk to the end of the plain, out of sight.
He said he wanted to see what was on the other side, to see what our eyes couldn’t, what was beyond our sight. He said the crows were there too. The crows could fly above the wind. And they were able to get there. The murder could get there.
The rain at the plains were just enough to have a need for an umbrella. It always rained like that. The perfect amount to dim a day. That’s why my brother decided to leave the cover of our umbrella. Into the pressuring rain and across the plain. He wanted to leave me.
He did, he left. He walked across the plain, and beyond what my vision would let me see. I used to think that if I collected enough inky-like quills, we would be able to fly away. Together, in the cover of our umbrella, and to the sight we couldn’t see through the wind across the plain. He made it where we never could together, across the plain.
I am to chicken to cross the plain, he was rooster enough to dare. He was the chicken that crossed the road.
I think I’m broken. I’m not as energetic and happy like I usually am. And, I’m not angry about it either, but my chest doesn’t feel right. I feel like something’s plaguing my mind all the time. It’s cloudy like fog, and it doesn’t feel nice. I feel like I’m trying to run in really sticky black goo. I want to cry, but I don’t really want to do anything. I’m tired, and I’m not as giggly as I was yesterday. Everything seems to have gone down hill in my mind today. I’ve become a lot more quiet than usual today. I don’t feel like smiling and laughing with my friends, but I feel the need to act like I’m fine and happy.