Everything on this page is more than two years old because, basically, the only writing I've done outside of school since then has been in my journal and in letters to friends. I don't claim that any of it is very good, but it's the best I have, so I want you to see it.

NOTE: In case you get the notion to steal one of these pieces and use it for your own evil purposes, don't! They are completely my property, and I don't expect to see them anywhere but on this webpage. Of course, if you want to use them for non-evil purposes, just ask.

INDEX - POEMS

Intruder | Untitled #1 | Untitled #2 |Wanting Too Much

Restoration

INDEX - STORIES

The Chase | Nightmare

Intruder

Nobody invited you,
Nobody asked you to be here
What are you doing in my life?
My thoughts are polluted,
My freedom disrupted
This feels like a test of my strength
Will I cave in, or push right back?
You are advised to quit knocking,
because I'm not going to let you in.

Untitled #1

You're everything I want
And everything I need, so
Why can't I be with you?
You're adorable, funny, sweet, and charming
Why can't I be like you?
I love the way you live your life
Why can't I be one of you?
You're my total opposite, my Mr. Perfect, but
Why should I change for you?
Your crowd seems to shun me, and you go along, but
Why can't I be with you?

Untitled #2

I see a twisted image
Of you and I together,
Laughing and loving,
Bonded by something
That doesn't even exist;
Except in the part of my mind
That is completely,
Foolishly devoted to you.

I see us living out my vision of life together,
When I don't even know
What your vision is.
I hear you saying
You love me more than anything,
But I don't know what you love the most.
I feel us knowing each other,
Inside and out,
But I really don't know you at all.

I feel an empty space in my soul;
You've taken out something that was never there,
And I have a crazy dream
That it will be filled by someone
As wonderful as I believe you are.

Wanting Too Much

There was a time when our lives were apart
And to me you were a stranger
I'd have never believed you would capture my heart
I thought that you meant danger.
I was hoping to keep you an arm's length away
So you wouldn't infect my well-being,
But when you unknowingly trespassed one day,
You proved that your look was misleading.
I was surprised to discover your humor and charm,
And the friendliness you projected
My affection kept growing, and it went too far

Was my crush on you detected?
Did I stutter and make a fool of myself,
Or were you as nervous as I?
What went on in your mind, I couldn't tell,
And yet it makes me cry.

Restoration

Craving solace, I begin my retreat
while the sun is still hot and demanding
and every benign object seems cruel.
The pressure of anger seeps out of my head
and into my feet,
which burn as they convert it to energy of motion.
I walk and I walk, listening gratefully
to the hectic noises fading behind me.
My muscles relax
as they realize I'm alone
and they don't have to worry anymore.

Silence surrounds me now,
but that is not what I want.
I keep going,
along the path that knows me well,
through the gathering of pine trees.
Trickling water greets me with enthusiasm,
and I accept its invitation
to lie down and bathe.
The leniency of nature relieves my tension,
and finally I can bear to keep my eyes open.

The earth cools
as the sun withdraws from its post,
and the first stars appear
to let me know that I'm ready to go back.
I walk away with more strength
than I've had all day.

The Chase (written from a prompt, which is italicized)

Just after getting my license, I was driving along Watt Ave [a street in my area]. I sensed that another car was traveling alongside me. I looked over and was bombarded by the image of a Big Mac, plastered onto the side of a McDonald's delivery truck. I suddenly realized that I was hungry.

After slowing down to let the truck pass, I pulled into the right lane behind it. I was determined to follow it to its destination, wherever that might be. I drove for hours, turning where the truck turned and stopping where the truck stopped. The rumble in my stomach grew more intense every minute. I probably passed a dozen McDonald's restaurants on my journey, but the only Golden Arches I noticed were the ones in front of me.

The sky grew darker and darker, and my eyelids became heavier and heavier. I was on the verge of giving up my chase when the truck slowed and stopped. (So did I, by reflex.) I saw that we were in the back of a large building, unmarked as far as I could see.

I tensed up when I heard one of the truck's doors slam. In the darkness, I strained my eyes to follow the movements of the man who had jumped out of the cab. He gave me no more than a casual glance as he swaggered around to the back of the truck, and lifted the door. My mouth began watering in anticipation.

Another fellow joined the first one, and together they lifted something up and out of the depths of that truck. As the object came into view, my body stiffened while my brain tried to comprehend. The object was . . .

A couch.

My heart fell into my stomach. A chair, and my body collapsed into the seat. A table, and my head fell into my hands. It was all over.

I never did find out why there was furniture in a McDonald's truck. I never found out what city I had ended up in. The only thing I wanted to find that night was some dinner.

The moral of the story: Don't eat McDonald's! Boycott! You can do it! I know I will.

Nightmare

The sun had long ago set behind the rooftops, darkening the entire neighborhood. The field, especially, was pitch black, and barren.

This place always made Laura shiver, as if her spine had been tapped by the cold hand of an evil presence. But as far as she knew, the trail that led through these tall grasses was the only shortcut that would get her home before curfew.

It was after only two minutes that Laura saw the shadow. It leaped at her from behind an oak tree, slid an arm around her neck, and held her in a powerful grip. Her scream tore through the still air. No response but from the shadow, which immediately pressed a cold steel blade under Laura's chin.

She was struggling with all her might now, but the shadow was incredibly strong as it dragged her through the weeds. Her kicks became weak and her arms limp, until she completely lost the will to fight and woke up.

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