Creative Writing Final Reflection.

1. This class is absolutely amazing for writers with creative minds. We did a little bit of everything (I.e. poetry, short stories, actual stories, arts n crafts, and etc.) and it was a good experience. My favorite pieces of mine would be around the time where we had Halloween. We were able to scary stories and those type of storys are what I am good at. That piece was called Revenge. Another story of mine that I liked was still around the Halloween era and we had to go up and pick a color that Mrs. Fraser got from Wal-Mart or wherever and we had to do a story due to the name that was for the color. My color was called Sleepover Scare. Every little piece we did, I was super excited to do because then my creative side would come out of me. One more piece is related to the color thing once again. We had to get a trip of colors and we had to make a story out of using the names of the colors. It was pretty interesting what I did with mine. I like how Mrs. Fraser took the time out of her day to cut little trips with starting and endings for a story. That made me a little bit of writing because I could never start or end a story because I have no where to start, so when she did that my creative juice just kept flowin.

3. Setting up this blog wasn't really that hard. I like messing around with things like this. Like getting to design my own blog was pretty fun, making it my own, making it who I am. I came up Zach's Zany Thoughts by remembering the old movies and everything. They would always have their own blog name by something to do with their own name. So I thought to myself, what would go with Zach? Nothing really came to my mind, so I just decided to use the word Zany. I have no idea who has read my stories or anything, I would like to know, but that probably wont happen. I would like anyone reading my things. I honestly probably wont use this ever again. Before the class I only wrote in English Class, but now I am gonna be graduating and I think after high school, I won't have time.

4. Journalling was actually fun for me. I really liked getting the time to write what was going through my brain at the time. Just a little bit of everything is in my journal. You name it, I probably have it. Again, I would let really anyone read my stuff.

5.                                                                        Crazy~
                  Tripping in the bathroom, lights real bright, seeing spots everywhere, and stubbling across the floor. Going up to the bathroom walls and just hugging and rubbing the wall up and down with a big grin, I am a huge mess. Hello my name is Kyle and I do hardcore drugs. In my town, that's all we do there. At the moment, I am on molly, some hydros, and some oxy cotton. I am having the greatest time of my life right now. People say it's bad for me, but they don't know what they're missing out on. I mean Lord have Mercy, right now I am wearing this fluffy cozy jacket. :) That's a video that my friend took of me. And by the way, I wasn't even wearing a jacket in the video. This is what drugs do to you when you take a mix of them at the same time. Trust me, I have a blast it's just scary because I don't even remember when that video was taken of me. And now, I am always shaky, I can't control it and I have black outs numerous times a day. That is why I am here. Hi my name is really Brad and I am not proud of my address.

6.                                                                       Revenge
Ever since my wife and I divorced, I have been so depressed. This Saturday would be our three year anniversary as a married couple. All together we would’ve been together for five years. I’ll admit, in the past I have been a cheater. I have cheated on her numerous of times. But for someone reason she is still with me, which is good considering I am in love with the chick. She was tired of giving me so many chances, she wanted to see if I would be loyal to her since her and I was married. About three weeks ago I blew my last chance; she saw me helping our neighbor, Amy, move into her house that was right next door to ours. And I guess I was flirting, but I swear it was harmless. I cracked a little joke, and she laughed and smiled. And I returned the smile because that would be rude and plus she had a nice smile so anyone would’ve smiled back. Then she looked at me with a weird look on her face and I asked her “Is something wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?” She leaned in so fast I didn’t have time to react to get her away from me. Right before Amy leaned in my wife, Emilia came running by Amy’s house on her daily jog. As she was running by she looked over right as she kissed me. She called to me “JOSHEPH ALLEN!!! The house, NOW!” She ran home and waited for me to walk inside. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I face was dripping in sweat and my palms were clammy. I had no idea what was about to happen. I walk in my house and I shout out “Hunny?!” She comes around the corner and threw a stack of papers in my face and said “You think I was kidding when I said that this was your last chance.” My eyes started to tear up. “Sign them” she said in a commanding voice “I will not be staying here tonight.” Emilia said with a hurt voice. I went to go grab a pen and signed the papers like she wanted me to and she went to go pack her bags to move out. Later that night, I was balling my eyes out. Sitting on the couch watching television by myself with three 18 pack of beer gone and two more 18 packs to go.

I wobbled my drunken ass over to Amy’s house. I banged my fist on her door until she answered the door. Amy opened her door smiled, “Hello there Joe, what could I do for you tonight?” She asked politely. “For you to die” I said with a slur. She didn’t understand what I said. I threw a right punch towards her. She screamed and yelled “What are you doing?” I threw another right punch; her face starting to get some blue on it. She yelled out for help, that’s when I shut the door and locked it. She tried to get up and run to the phone and call 911. I threw her phone up against the wall so she couldn’t make a phone call. I came back to her and screamed in her face, “YOU DESTROYED MY MARRIAGE AND NOW I WILL HAVE TO DESTROY YOU!” Amy’s eyes got so wide because she didn’t know what I was going to do to her. I slapped her in the face so hard she dropped to the floor as if I punched her. I went to the ground with her and I started to slap her some more. I heard a car door slam right out front of her house so I rushed to the window to look who it was. I guess it was one of her friends. I hurried back to Amy and dragged her into the kitchen and tied her up in the corner, by this point she was passed out. As soon as I heard a knock on the door I went towards it and I grabbed this flower vase right next to the door and I got behind the door and slowly opened the door. Through the little crack of the door I saw a woman with brown hair and kind of short, maybe 5’3. She walked in the house and she called out to Amy seeing where she was. Right as she was far enough in the house that’s when I broke the vase over her head. When she dropped to the floor, I dragged her towards the kitchen with her friend Amy. I went back to my house to get some Krokodil, a cheaply produced drug that has similar effects to heroin, but with side effects that include literally eating away at the flesh. I hurried over to Amy’s house to inject them with the Krokodil into both of them. I walk in the house and I see them just lying on the floor. I go over to them and inject them with this powerful drug and I dragged them both to the back yard.

I went to go search Amy’s house for a big chest or something that bodies could fit in. I went to patrol her house and I couldn’t find anything. But I did two different pairs of trash bags. I grab two white ones and two black ones. I went to the garage and grabbed a shovel to dig a big, big hole in her back yard. I kept digging and digging until I finally hit like seven feet. I took about 300 pounds (combined) of dead weight into the trash bags and then dragged them towards the hole and just pushed them in. I spit in the hole and I put some bleach down in there and I started to put the dirt back into the hole. After all of that was done I was kind of happy that the person who ruined my life is not a part of this world anymore. You never mess with my life. That will never work out for anyone. So I advise you to just be on my good side or else maybe you’ll be the next person to get Krokdil in your system.

7.Writing creatively sometimes calms me down with what I write. Also just writing gets my thoughts out of my mind and on to paper. It shows me just how creative I really am, and I like it. This differs from school writting BIG TIME because in other English Classes, all we do is write what we are told. In creative writing we get to write about what ever we want.

8. To my fellow writers, just write what comes to your mind. Don't be afraid to put your thoughts on a piece of paper. Just stay relax and keep writing.