Ode to my angel.

This was my second short story overall, and I wrote this before writers craft, but I did work with it a little once Mr. Kitchen showed us how to write one properly. This was kind of hard to write, but I started to get used to it once I started to feel the vibe of the story. This was my most challenging, and rewarding of my writing experiances.


It was quarter past 8, and I got off the bus at a crossroads. That is where I saw him; at first I just thought it was a strange passerby. With a closer examination though I realized this person was different, they made no movement to signify they had any life, or any thought what so ever. They stood there like a dark statue that had a monstrous purpose. This person also had a strange aura to them that seemed to mimic the feeling of losing a loved one. Then my mind went back to my Sunday school days in church, and the only thing I could rationalize is that it was the devil himself standing in an all black cloak. He was just stood there with a firm stance, almost like he was waiting for something that was very important to him. At first he was looking towards the place where the sun slept, then with a slow 180 degree turn of his head, his scarlet red eyes met mine. Then his body which seemed to move independently from his head, aligned with his deadly eyes, in a strange almost romantic gaze towards I. Then it was then and there I realized the devil was not looking for something, he was looking for someone, and I was his being of choice.

He did not walk towards me, but he made a sort of slithering movement across the street. His body waved from side to side till he stood in front of me. His breath reeked of dried blood, and maggoty meat. Then there was an overwhelming odour of sulphur, and a strange scream that arose from his body that sounded close, but yet it sounded like it came from a great distance. Then I fell to my knees puking, after putting up with his disgusting presence for those few seconds. Then I fell on my side next to my mess, and with a shocked look I saw it was no food that came from my belly, but it was bile, blood, and raven feathers. Then the devil extended his hand offering to help me up, I was confused and reluctant to take it, but it felt like 200 pounds weighed on shoulders and I could not get up on my own. I grabbed his hand and he lifted me off the ground with such ease; I was shocked by the amount of brute strength he had. I brushed myself off and took a quick glance at my puke, and right before my eyes it turned into poisonous snakes. There were 18 snakes that surrounded I and the devil. His head slightly tilted on an angle after the snakes went into their circle then I heard his voice. I was surprised because the sound that came out was not threatening or scary, but it was soothing, and surprisingly pleasant to my ears. He asked me “Are you content with your life?”. I suddenly said “yes of course why wouldn't I?”, then he took a deep exhale of frustration, and said “You lie to me, and I can only say you’re welcome for that.”. I thought about his strange words, and wondered why did he say that? Just when I finished asking that question in my head he laughed out loud, then he exclaimed “Why my child should I not say you’re welcome? I am the reason you can lie!”. I tried to step back but then one of the snakes leaped towards my calf to try and sink its deadly fangs in me. Then the devil grew monstrous claws that decapitated the snake before it could bite me, then all of the snakes around I and the devil, made noises that were ungodly, they were sounds that no snake should have the ability to make. The snake’s dead bodies turned back into their original form of the puke, as if the puke as never disturbed. The devil made a noise of regret like he was upset for the death of his deadly creations, but just as he started to look human; he went back to his unholy self. He then slowly removed his hood, and I closed my eyes in fear for what I was about to see, but I started to relax as if someone gave me a drug that loosened my current mood. I heard his calming voice say “open your eyes”, then I took a deep breath, and I slowly opened my eyes. My eyes were not filled disgust, but awe and jealously, for the devil wasn't some foul beast, he was a good looking man that had a friendly presence to him. Then I saw his eyes, they were the same scarlet red as before, and I tried to remember this isn't a helpful man, but a beast with a sinister purpose. As time went on though his words became more appealing to me, and I started to forget the beast in front of me.

We had a rather delightful conversation for about a half hour, but then his true purpose for his being there became known to me. He looked me in the eyes and said “Remember when I asked you if you were happy with your life?”. I responded with a perplexed “Yes, why do you ask?” He then said “I know you carry hardship in your life, so you are not truly happy correct?”, I was hesitant to answer at first but the words finally came out “ I guess I am not truly happy”. The devil then said “Finally you admit it, now do you want true happiness? The cost for it is rather simple.” “What is the cost?”, the devil then said “ it is your soul my good friend.”Then just after he offered for me to sell my soul for happiness, a heavenly voice arose from behind me, she said “Stop, for you are about to make a mistake!” .The Devil said “what mistake is that?, I offer him true happiness, you should leave so he can have want he wants.”, to which the women responded “ You only tell half truths, you are like a drug that destroys men souls, you get them addicted innocently at first, but then you slowly change them into monsters till they finally die.”. I turned around to see the women whose voice alone made me willing to die for her, and I saw no wrong in her. Her hair, her face, her body, and even her clothes showed that she was perfection. Her presence was warm, and didn't have any hidden agendas to it; she truly wanted to help me. Her hair was long and looked as soft as Egyptian cotton, her eyes were a beautiful mix of green and brown that seemed to shift colour in the light. Her body seemed to be gentle, calm, and symmetrical, she was a beauty that any man would have killed to be around. Her voice was the icing on the cake she could have spoken complete nonsense for hours on end, but her sweet tempting voice would still make it interesting. I inquired to her “what is your name sweet angel?” her response was full of smiles and giggles; she said “my name is Aleshia, and I have been watching you for a while.” I spent half a hour with the devil, but in those few brief minutes, hearing and seeing perfection, I knew who was right. Perfection was right and she went by the name of Aleshia, a true heavenly name.

They both raised their hands out towards me, one offered a deadly gift, and the other just wanted me to be safe. I knew the devil's offer was lies once Aleshia came, but there still was a part of me that wanted his gift. Then Aleshia said “Do you want the death that comes along with his gift? I make no promises of happiness, but I make a promise that we will at least try to make our own happiness.”, after she said that our eyes were locked in loves trance for what seemed to be an eternity of grace. Just as we both were locked in loves embrace the devil shouted “Do you trust this whore over me! She is nothing; I can give you guarantees of happiness! She only gives maybe's and what if's!”. Then I exclaimed “She might give me maybe's and what if's, but I know in my heart she will not betray me in any aspect of my life!, You give me beauty wrapped in pain and suffering, she gives me true happiness, she gives me love.” Just when I finished my sentence the beast's true form became known, it was a weird snake like creature that had fur and features of a wolf. Then he jumped and sunk his fangs in my throat. He then left with a monstrous laugh, but as he left the angel Aleshia came to me. She said “trust that our love can save you, and you will be safe.”, then I gave her a sign of approval through the gurgling noises of my blood filled mouth. Then everything became bright, and I heard a quire of angels signing of Aleshia’s glorious triumph, then all my pain was lifted.

I opened my eyes I was still on my bus, and I just noticed that I had to get off. When I got off the bus though I was confused, everything seemed so real. I looked across the crossroads and no one was there. I just shook it all off, and I went back to my home. I never told anyone about my experience for I thought they would call me mad, so I just went to my computer, and I went on my facebook. As I was searching my news feed I saw her, my angel. She looked exactly the same as my dream, except she looked a little better; I thought how could perfection be challenged? I think she looked better because I could actually talk to her, touch her, and hopefully love her. I sent a message to the angel Aleshia, as I wrote it though I heard a cry in the distance; it was the sound of someone’s complete and utter failure. Now I know the best thing about my angel Aleshia wasn't her beauty, but it was her personality. Everything about me seemed to just fit in perfectly with her. Sometimes when I am with my angel, I feel that feeling of complete loss, then I look in Aleshia’s eyes, and that suffering I felt melts away into the abyss of eternity. Then those horrible feelings are replaced with love and happiness; now I can only trust that as long as I am with Aleshia those good feelings stay with us forever.

Journal entry work

This was my second journal entry, and I believe it was my most powerful out of all of them. I wrote this in the peak of a writing frenzy, and finished it in about 10 minutes. My only regret about my journal entries are is that I didn't get to write more of them.


During this week I have seen and heard many different things, most of them upsetting, but they all have the ability to yield good results. Throughout life everyone has to live with their fair share of regrets, and disappointment. Would you alter the past though in order for those actions to disappear? I would love to give everyone the ability to get rid of one of their biggest regrets in their life, but who is to say that once they get rid of that regret, they wont make another regret of equal or greater value? Life has many lessons but does one really have to go through all of them? Does a girl have to get beaten by a boyfriend to know that it is something she should avoid? Does a person have to see their best friend die young to know that life is short? Does a child have to be molested by a family member to know that you can't fully trust anyone? I just wish that I could make the biggest problems in anyone’s life disappear, but yet let them keep the lessons from those things, so they never have to relive those issues. I can't change those things though, so the only thing we can do as people is to try and grow from those horrible moments, and not let those things govern your life.

In order to grow though you have to confront your problem instead of ignoring it, and keeping it inside. The longer you keep those issues inside, the more dangerous of a hateful cancer it becomes. First you hate the regret; then you hate yourself; then you hate everyone who "failed" to help you, or guide you though it; then eventually you start to hate everyone in sight. I know it is hard to tell someone about your regret, but it is better to tell someone, than just hurting yourself by keeping it inside of your head. Someone is always willing to help, let it be a family member, a friend, or a close person like a teacher, or a co-worker. Do not hurt yourself more by holding information, let yourself begin to heal.

persuasive essay

This wasn't too much of a challenge for me, because I felt like this was a hot topic issue that I enjoyed talking about. I love the concept of writing something that I get to try to prove, and get people to believe my point of view. I don't regret writing this at all, and I plan on writing more in the near future.

There are many decisions when it comes to what people believe religiously, whether it be Allah, god, Zeus, and even people that believe in no god. Yes there are so many different beliefs, but there are also many pointless arguments over those beliefs. Does the world spontaneously combust when someone believes in something different than you? Does there have to be a farce of a debate that leads to no winners, just only more fuel for the hateful fire that burns in the human soul? No this isn’t just a difference in opinion it is a crusade against the blasphemous heathens, or a battle against those religious dogs that rule the world. Mostly everyone of these faiths and belief systems believe they have some type of evidence that is more credible than the other guys evidence. I personally believe who gives a crap about what Jimmy believes, and think people should just start to focus on themselves.

Religious wars have been going on for as long as man started to think, but for some reason even in our “modern” day society we cannot even get over the petty disagreements that kills people each and everyday. Staying true to your beliefs is hard especially when you try to have a pissing match in the wind with the guy next to you. No one usually ever shakes on principles that relate to religion, and they just get downright aggressive, when confronted with a challenge to those beliefs. Is it wrong that Jimmy believes in god, and that Timmy is an atheist? No as long as they stay intellectual and respect each others beliefs there is absolutely nothing wrong with it, but if they start to argue over those beliefs, the fire of hate only grows and grows until it has consumed the entire human existence. I say to extinguish that fire we use our minds, and as a people together we can snuff out the hate.

Now here comes the criticism, “ what about terrorists I am supposed to tolerate them?” and “what about cults am I supposed to tolerate them too?”, these only grow in the ash that has been left over from the hate that the disagreements that man has faced. If we look towards reason and tolerate each other; does a man need to kill himself to make a point? Does a man need to make himself a god in order to feed his carnal pleasures and sick twisted behaviours? Over time every one falls to the power of intellect and reason. Every one has to change what they believe in order to work in the modern world.

Sure this is a almost impossible task when considering the amount of people there are in the world, and the amount of blood that has been shed over certain beliefs, but I am not asking for an over night change. I am only proposing that we use intellect and reason, instead of hate, and blind aggression towards each other. It will be a hard hill to climb, riddled with many dangers, but it is a hill I am willing to climb with any person that is willing to walk with me. So is it wrong to want to have this future where everyone can believe what they want, without the fear of hate, without the fear of suffering, and without the fear of death? Is it wrong to want to dream of a better future for all of mankind? Lets end all of the hateful arguments over what people believe, and just start to care about human life.

The creative struggle through a conformist society.

This is my satrical essay, I personally thought it was easy to write, but the only difficulty that I encountered was staying with a sarcastic tone. All I wanted to do the entire time was switch back into a serious tone, and attack the issue up front. I dislike satrical essays, because I believe it to be a little in your face. It is like this " Look at me, and how smart I am, I can write essays about things I am against, but sound sarcastic at the same time!", so it is something I wish to never approach ever again.

There is one thing that is a common element in life, and it is one thing I hate. I hate conformity. Why can’t everyone be like the individual rebel that dyes their hair, or pierces their skin in strange new ways? Or go back to the sixties when all of the individuals came together and
formed groups that stayed with each other, and always showed those conformist pigs what they really are. It is the individual that moulds and shapes our society, it is through them we begin to learn what is truly correct and alter or system so we can be individuals too.

The thing I hate most about conformity is that there is no room to breath creatively, but once you are in a group of individuals you can finally learn how to be creative through their guiding light. They are always willing to show you where to get a good nose piercing like Sarah,
Timmy, or Ryan. They even might show you how to make you hair get that cool shape like those individual lead singers in all those bands that they all like. Leave it too conformity though to try and snuff them out, if you don’t conform to them they get upset, and angry at the individuals for
being so different. Why can’t those conformists dress, talk, and think like us so they themselves can be individuals too? It is only through creativity, and individualism one can truly begin to understand life, because it is obviously more correct than the conformists view of life.

Why can’t I live my life in peace, and constantly attack the conformers for being wrong is there something wrong with that? They need to know that we are the future of the world, and they are just holding us back in the past. We create new ideas together as a group, and all they do is bring us down, and say we are wrong. As a group of individualists we together can show the world our multi co loured hair, our piercing’s, and our vintaged clothing. We will win the majority with our creative skills, and emotional personalities!

Love has its challenges

This dialouge was difficult, because it was hard to think of something that both people can talk about, and be interesting at the same time. After I got the formula down though it was only minutes later till I actually thought of something that I actually wanted to talk about. I felt like it was a worth while process though, and I am overjoyed about the experience I gained from it.


Susan walks into the middle of the parking lot to talk to Ron before he leaves, “ Ron the tests came back positive....”

Ron exclaims “Positive for what? What the hell are you talking about? Is this another one of your episodes?”

“No! This isn't another one of my episodes! I am pregnant you asshole!”

“ I am an asshole eh!? Wait...what? Your pregnant?” Ron steps back “ How could this happen? I thought we were safe? How could this happen to me!?”

“You! You! How could this happen to you! This is happening to us you prick!”

Ron puches wall “ I was thinking about me because there is no us remember!? Just when I think you're finally gone you ease your way back into my life!”

“ You seem to always find some new way to get back in my life!”

Susan starts to cry “ You think I want this? You think I want a baby at 17?”

Ron starts to say something but Susan cuts him off “ No you are right though I am just trying to ease my way back into your life, I am sorry I am accidentally pregnant with our baby!”

“ ….You are right what should we do?”

Susan seems a little shocked but continues “ Well we have to make a lot of sacrifices, like uhm we have to save money, and get baby stuff.”

“Fine whatever we need to get I guess we will have to get it, we can get through this, but I will not marry or anything like that.”

Susan starts to stutter “ I thought you would demand an abortion? I thought you were going to leave me for good?”

“ I would if you were lying, but you seem at least serious enough for me to indulge in what your talking about”

Susan starts to cry even harder“But it is too late.”

Ron in a random fit of confusion says “ Too late for what? We have plenty of time until the baby comes. I bet we have at least like 7 more months till the baby arrives. Don't worry I will help you out when you need my help we can..”

Susan cuts him off “ No we don't have any time left” She starts to choke on her words “ I thought you didn't want a baby, so”

“So what Susan?”

“ So I got the abortion.”