I love to write. It is my way of expressing myself. I love art in general, but writing is my favorite art form.
I love to write. It is my way of expressing myself. I love art in general, but writing is my favorite art form.
If I travel through a hidden door, I’ll find a land of cruelty and gore. Streets are gray and red, speak too loud and you’ll be dead. You won’t be killed, but dead in a different way. You’ll see the world through a distant gaze. The land is not a horror as it seems, just different as it is to you and me.
As a child, I always loved visiting grandma’s house and playing dress up with the old clothes in her attic. As an adult, I loved visiting grandma’s house to see her. On my death bed, I drifted away. In a dream, I was taken to grandma’s house, I was taken to her attic, I was taken to her dress up box. I picked up my favorite dress of hers that I wore everytime we played with her clothes. It was all wrinkled but the soft, crumpled velvet in my fingers took me back to when I was four years old. Grandma picked me up and place me into the dress as my sister held it open for me. “I will play Snow White.” I’d say “Snow white’s dress is red. That one is purple!” My sister would yell. We’d play little games where we’d pretend we were princesses. All of the sudden, I jump out of my flashback. I don’t wake up from my rest, but I know can live a different type of life.
I was having the best 10th birthday party ever. Were were eating dinner when one of my friends suggested we finish up our dinner quickly so that we could play hide and seek. We all shoveled as much food as we could into our mouths. We all ran out into the street and decided on rules. You can’t go indoors, you can’t go on other people’s properties, and you can’t go out of the neighborhood. We played a good 4 rounds until an boy came out of his house, as we were deciding the seeker. “Hello, there. I’m Johnathan. Can I play?” The boy says. “Of course!” My friend responds, a little too quickly. “I’ll seek.” He says flatly. We all agre and disperse to find hiding places. He counts to 20, then comes to find us. I hear a scream, and someone yelllng help. This was a strategy us girls used to help the seeker when we got found to make the other hiders come out. “Very authentic,” I thought. Then, I hear a door slam. Then another scream. This time, it was someone else. Then another door slam. Then, one last scream. Now, I was starting to get worried. Another door slams. I get up to see where everyone went. That was everybody who came to the party, so I must have won. “Okay, I won. Where is everyone?” All of the sudden, Johnathan grabs my arm and pulls me toward a van. I scream. He slides open the van door and pushes me in there. Inside is a man with a knife, in front of my friends, shushing everyone who tries to scream, and threatens them with the knife. None of us ever went to a party again. Or had a party. Or any birthday at all.
Dear Celeste,
I have a secret. I have hid it for so long now, and if I don’t reveal it, it may cost me my life. I have a hunter who is tracking me, and now knows everything I know. If I don’t tell someone, the tracker will tell everyone, and people may want to hurt me. I’ll just have to say it, then. My hunter may be watching, so I must go now. Meet me at Greenwood park at 12:00 am on Saturday. I must go now. See you Saturday. Love, June.
I quickly scribble this on a piece of note paper and put in through Celeste’s mail box. It’s Friday night at 7:32, and I have to meet her at midnight. I hope she checks her mail often. I have a secret. A big secret that endangers my life at times, and I need Celeste’s help.
At midnight, I wait at the park, on a bench, with a black cloak on my shoulders and my hood over my head. When Celeste walks by, not noticing me due to my camouflage, I pull her toward me, and she screams. I cover her mouth and pull off my hood to show her it is me. “It’s just me. June.” I say. “Oh, good.” She says, catching her breath. “Anyways, what was it you had to tell me?” She asks. “You’d better sit down.” I warn. We both take a seat and I look all around myself to check if there is anyone watching. “I have superpowers and there is people who want me for it.” Her jaw drops. She is speechless. All of the sudden, people dressed in black cloaks like mine appear out of the brush surrounding the park. They circle Celeste and I as we stand up and turn back to back. One of the people, supposedly the leader steps forward and says, “We’ve got you now, ‘Superhero.’”
